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oksanas-sun · 5 months
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happy halloween from eve & oksana!!🎃🧡
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always-tired-i-am · 1 year
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Officially one week till Halloween
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honeykissies · 2 years
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ugh i love my little baby 😭 i love them so much. they’re so good to me even when they’re small. i know how much they love me and i hope they know how much i love them. i truly would do absolutely anything to make my pumpkin happy and secure. they deserve everything in the world. it feels so magical and special to be loved by them. they’re so pure and full of love. sometimes i can’t believe they love me. hope everyday im showing up enough for both big and little them. they just mean everything to me. being loved by them is one of the best gifts ever.
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angelfic · 8 months
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— IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU BABY
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pairing: mattheo riddle x nott!reader
summary: you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either
warnings: brother's best friend trope!! swearing, kissing, not much else, very much unedited
author’s note: i don't tend to stray outside of the marauders era characters buuuut i've been a bit obsessed with mattheo and theo recently so this was for my own selfish needs lol as always let me know what you think!!
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He had barely looked away from you all evening.
You knew the only reason Mattheo’s eyes had been fixed on you for the entirety of dinner was because of a certain type of attention you had unconsciously garnered on your first day back at school. Particularly male attention. It wasn’t any less disconcerting, however, knowing that your brother’s best friend was prepared to fist fight any potential romantic advances towards you because he was just as protective as your actual older sibling.
Your brother Theodore is no better, a displeased frown appearing every five minutes when he looks over to where you sit at the Gryffindor table.
“Merlin, boys are pathetic,” Ginny mutters, spearing a potato with her fork. “You go away for one summer and come back slightly prettier and they flock to you like bees to honey!” You’re about to weakly protest that she’s exaggerating, but at that exact moment you’re interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.
You slowly turn on the bench, reluctantly lowering your goblet of pumpkin juice to face Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy who you’d only ever spoken to when he was going out with Ginny.
“Hi, Michael,” you sigh, offering him a bland smile.
“Hello, Nott,” Michael replies, with what he probably thinks is a winning smile. “Had a good summer? I was just going to ask if you wanted to go on the first Hogsmeade visit of the term with me.”
You stare at him, unblinking. “Er- well, as… nice as that sounds,” you say slowly, not meaning a word. You glance at Ginny as pointedly as you can manage and raise an eyebrow. “I don’t quite relish the idea of going out with my best friend’s ex.”
“Oh! I, erm, I didn’t actually see you there, Ginny,” he stammers, laughing sheepishly. “My mistake.”
“Quite,” Ginny says drily, turning back to her plate of food.
“Well, er, see you later then,” Michael mumbles, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes back to the Ravenclaw table.
You bite your lip to stifle your giggles but it’s not long before you catch Ginny’s eye and the both of you erupt into fits of laughter.
“I can’t believe I ever went out with him,” Ginny groans, wiping her eyes.
“Was he always such a tosser or is that new?” you ask, snorting at the way Ginny scrunches up her face in embarrassment.
You’re still laughing when your eyes happen to pass over the Slytherin table just to focus on Mattheo.
You notice with a jolt that he’s looking at you again. This time, his eyes flick over to the Ravenclaw table for a second where Michael has settled back onto, then back to you and he quirks a brow quizzically.
Frowning, you mouth at him to stop in hopes that he ceases his scrutiny, just for him to roll his eyes and return to whatever one-sided conversation Blaise Zabini was attempting to engage him in. You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel after realising Mattheo has just witnessed such an embarrassing encounter, but you’ve found over the years that you’re not the best at hiding the effects he has on you. Theo has never mentioned it in front of Mattheo as far as you’re aware, but he definitely hasn’t shied away from teasing you about the childhood crush you have on your brother’s closest friend. Not that you’ve ever admitted it to him anyway, and you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it since nothing could ever come of it.
“Your brother and Riddle have been looking like they’re ready to halve the male population of Hogwarts since we got on the bloody train,” Ginny says, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Tell me about it,” you sigh, cutting into your carrot a little more viciously than needed. “They keep looking over at our table. I feel like I’m on one of those Muggle reality television programmes Hermione was telling your dad about the other week.”
Arthur Weasley was absolutely transfixed when he was learning about reality television from Hermione during breakfast the week you both stayed at The Burrow, and although you zoned out after his sixteenth question about a singular programme, you feel as though you caught the gist of it.
“Hm,” Ginny agrees, grimacing at the memory. She had nodded off at the table during that conversation and fallen asleep on her slice of toast. “In fairness, that’s not really a new thing.”
“What, being watched by my two guard dogs?” you ask in a mock-serious voice.
“Yeah, but…” Ginny chews thoughtfully for a second before answering. “I’m not just talking about today, or even recently. Your brother mostly minds his own business. I’m talking about Riddle. He’s always looking at you, I noticed it last year. Wherever we are, kind of like he’s checking up on you,” she says like it’s common knowledge, shrugging. “It’s sweet, I guess.”
You blink at her, a little speechless.
“What?” Ginny frowns after a few seconds of your silence. You look at her with raised eyebrows, not really taking her seriously. In your first few years at Hogwarts, you had confided in Ginny regarding your silly, little girl feelings for Mattheo and she would read into every action he took towards you in an attempt to prove he liked you too. Obviously, he saw you as nothing but a younger sister figure and once you grew up a bit, Ginny had let it go too.
Ginny reads your dubious expression now and sets down her knife and fork to cross her arms. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m serious! I’m not just saying it because you were helplessly in love with him until you were, like, fourteen.”
“Shush!” you hiss, thwacking her arm. “Why don’t you just get up on stage with Dumbledore and ask him to include that titbit of information for the entire school to hear in his speech!”
“Good idea,” she says, nodding seriously and starting to get up. You know she’s just teasing, but you start spluttering and frantically grab at her sleeve to sit her back down, causing her to topple onto you slightly. This sets you both off laughing again and you find it hard to stop for the rest of dinner and desert, thankfully staying far away from the topic of Mattheo. You also pointedly avoid looking at him again.
Once dinner is over, you head to the Gryffindor common room with the rest of your house and catch up with everyone for a while. After a couple hours of socialising and fifteen minutes of helping Neville Longbottom search for his pet toad, you head up to your dorm with Ginny and Lena, one of your other dormmates, to unpack.
As soon as you open your luggage, you search for your pyjamas and immediately change out of your robes and into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort. You’re in the middle of unpacking some textbooks when you hear Lena whistle from behind you.
“I do not remember those pyjamas looking like that,” Lena comments, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes, you comply with her request to do a little spin and you can’t help feeling pleased when Lena and Ginny start whooping and hollering. “You’ve always been gorgeous, but you really grew up this summer, huh? Look at those legs!”
“Tell me about it,” Ginny pipes in, flopping down on her bed and abandoning her unpacked suitcase. “She came to stay for a week and Mum looked like she was going to cry every time she saw us. Something about ‘blossoming into young ladies’ or whatever bollocks.”
“You ‘blossomed’ last year,” you point out, and Lena hums in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten how Zacharias Smith fell off his broom trying to wave at you during Quidditch practice.”
Ginny groans and starts ranting about teenage boys again. Lena joins in and starts teasing her about how Harry Potter is the only boy she hasn’t complained about and you’re about to set down your belongings to help Lena dodge the pillows Ginny is throwing at her when a flash of green and silver in your suitcase catches your eye.
“Shite, I have Theo’s uniform,” you huff, grabbing the clothes out of your suitcase and sliding your slippers on. “That means he has mine and I am not dealing with this at seven in the morning. I’m gonna go drop this off, be back in a minute.”
Ginny says goodbye before resuming her pillow attack on Lena as you make your way out of the room and down into the common room. It’s nearly empty, with most people having gone to their rooms to pack and a quick glance at the clock tells you its past curfew. You decide to take the risk since you have a reasonable excuse, but you hope that if you do get caught, it isn’t by Filch or Snape.
By the time you’ve reached the dungeons, you thank Merlin that Theo had the sense to tell you the password for the Slytherin common room before dinner in case of emergency.
“Pureblood,” you mutter, fighting the urge to scoff when the door swings open. You enter the common room and brighten up when you see that the only students still hanging around are Theo and his friends. Your brother seems to have already started unpacking since he’s standing and holding your uniform, presumably about to come and find you. His friends all mumble polite ‘hello’s and he walks up to you with a smile.
“Oh, hey, I was just-” Theo cuts himself off when he properly looks at you and frowns. “Wha- Why are you wearing pyjamas out and about?”
“You’re wearing pyjamas too!” you exclaim, slightly embarrassed that your brother is doing this in front of your friends. They all turn to look at you again, hearing the indignation in Theo’s voice and you notice Mattheo suddenly sits up straighter. Suddenly aware of your bare legs, you tug down the material of your shorts, despite the fact they aren’t even very short to begin with.
“Oi. Stop looking at my sister!”” Theo snaps, glaring at Blaise, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. You know the only reason they glanced at you in the first place is out of curiosity regarding Theo’s question, but Theo and Mattheo scowl at them all the same and they all start sputtering, Draco in particular when Pansy narrows her eyes at him. Theo sighs at you, quickly exchanging your uniforms. “Just- at least take something to cover up back to your room.”
“I’ll walk her back,” Mattheo says, out of nowhere. He stands up and makes his way over to you, face carefully blank. Theo nods, agreeing quickly before he ruffles your hair goodbye to go and finish packing. You’re too surprised by Mattheo’s offer to protest until you’re already out of the Slytherin common room.
“I don’t need someone to walk me back, you know,” you mumble after a minute of charged silence.
“It was either me or Theo,” he shrugs, completely unapologetic when his mouth quirks up in a smug smile. “And I know you prefer me.”
“You’re both equally annoying,” you say, rolling your eyes, happy that he’s talking to you like normal again. You hated it whenever Mattheo was serious – it was rarely ever towards you and you much preferred when his whole face lit up with a smile. He begins to tease you about your bunny rabbit slippers and you’re in the middle of pretending to be irked when you both run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff prefect doing patrol duties.
“Hey,” Ernie offers you a friendly smile and gives Mattheo a brief, slightly nervous glance. While you prefer not to get into trouble for breaking curfew, Mattheo clearly couldn’t care less and his relaxed, yet intimidating stance must be off-putting to Ernie. Thankfully, you’re on friendly terms with the Hufflepuff and you give him an even brighter smile to make up for it, to which he beams at. “How was your summer?”
“Good, yeah! Erm, listen Ernie. We didn’t mean to be out at this time, it’s just that I accidentally had my brother’s uniform and needed to-”
“Oh, forget it. Don’t worry, I won’t dock you any points,” Ernie reassures you, waving off your excuses and you instantly relax. Ernie gives Mattheo another unsure glance before leaning in the tiniest bit closer to you. You try not to pay attention to how Ernie has been glancing at your legs and how Mattheo tenses up when Ernie starts speaking again. “I was actually wondering if you were available next weekend…?”
Ernie trails off when you don’t show any indication of replying straight away and you snap out of your surprise to say something, but Mattheo beats you to it.
“She’s busy then,” he says coldly, working his jaw. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late. Kindly get lost.”
“Wha- Matt!” you hiss, smacking his chest to which he barely flinches, nor does he look at all apologetic. “Ernie, I-”
“Never mind,” he says quickly, seemingly eager to just leave. “I’ll, er, see you later.”
You stand frozen in shock while Ernie rushes down the corridor and turns the corner, leaving you and Mattheo alone. Turning slowly, you look at him with barely contained anger.
“Why the hell did you do that?” you demand, voice sharp as nails. If it weren’t past curfew and you weren’t in the middle of a school corridor, you would most definitely be yelling. Mattheo stands with his hands in his pockets, clenching his jaw and his silence makes you even angrier. You accepted long ago that you’d never have a chance with him, but now he was getting in the way of you having a chance with anyone. It was completely unfair. “What if I actually wanted to go out with him?!”
Mattheo scowls at this, but his impossibly dark brown eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty. “Did you?”
“What?” you ask, impatient.
“Did you want to go out with him?” he says, voice low and dangerous. He walks forward, towering over you and you refuse to be intimidated so you start walking backward until your back is against the wall. Despite having cornered you, he maintains a fair amount of distance between you, leaving plenty of space if you want to move away. You don’t.
“That’s none of your business,” you say stubbornly, raising your chin and trying your best to keep your voice steady. Mattheo narrows his eyes and reduces the distance between you ever so slightly with another small step. You nervously keep talking. “I can go out with whoever I want.” Another step. “And you can’t just-” One more step. “Matt.” His shoes are flush with your slippers.
“What?” he whispers, tilting his head and looking at you calmly, while you feeling anything but calm. “I can’t just… what?”
The previously respectable distance has gone out the window and instead you barely have space to breathe with the way Mattheo is leaning in, head dipped toward you but never touching, hands resting on the wall either side of you. He leans in, eyes dropping to your lips and your heart leaps in your chest with anticipation, but he ghosts his lips over your jaw instead and the barely-there contact has you breathing unevenly.
“You can’t…” you exhale, trying to finish your sentence with some dignity and failing miserably. “You can’t just scare people off like an overprotective older brother.”
Mattheo stills, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes, but making no move to distance himself any further. He scoffs quietly. “Brother,” he says the word with a mildly disgusted scowl. “Is that what you think I want to be?”
“I- I don’t…”
“You don’t know,” Mattheo finishes for you, the corners of his mouth turning up, yet his expression is devoid of humour. “No, you don’t know how badly I wanted to hex Macmillan just now. How badly I wanted to try out some new, experimental spells on that fucking Ravenclaw earlier. But none of that had anything to do with brotherly feelings.”
“They were just being nice,” you say stupidly, with not a clue in the world as to why you’re defending them right now. If anything, you’re just confused.
Mattheo quirks a brow, tongue pressing against his cheek as he considers your words. “That Ravenclaw from earlier was talking about you on the train. He said he was going to ask you out at dinner because you’d ‘gotten hot’ over summer,” Mattheo sneers, like he’s suddenly regretting not hexing Michael Corner in the Great Hall. “They weren’t being nice.”
All of a sudden, you feel irritated because you have no idea why Mattheo is telling you any of this. “What’s wrong with a boy finding me attractive? Is that such a crazy idea?” you demand, part of you not wanting him to answer.
“Merlin, do I seriously have to say it?” he groans, sighing when you glare at him. Mattheo takes a breath, meeting your eyes and you marvel at the sincerity you see when he speaks. “You didn’t ‘get hot’ over the summer. You’ve always been beautiful and they’re idiots for not paying attention then.”
Your breath catches in your throat, whether it’s from emotion or from the close proximity with Mattheo, you aren’t sure. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Mattheo nods, leaning back in to brush his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours. “Always have.”
You take this as a cue to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in and the next thing you know, his mouth is firm against yours, and his hands are finally touching you, grabbing you by the waist and sliding up your back to hold you closer. You’ve thought about kissing Mattheo before, but the thoughts feel utterly stupid compared to the real thing. Mattheo kisses you fiercely, mouth sliding hot and wet against your own making you come alive and weakening you at the same time. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands are sliding up his chest to snake around his neck when a thought suddenly occurs to you and you pull away abruptly.
“Oh my God, Theodore,” you hiss, covering your mouth with your hand. Mattheo furrows his brows, looking a little dazed and confused. “What are we going to tell him?”
 “He knows I’ve loved you since we were kids,” Mattheo says flippantly, waving you off and impatiently starting to lean in again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “What?”
“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” The words hardly register, but before you can feel any sort of elation, you mostly feel pissed off that your brother has clearly had his fun with the situation for years. “And Theo knows?”
“Yes,” Mattheo says slowly, as if he were talking to a child. He brushes the hair out of your face and his gaze turns a little uncertain when he speaks. “Er, this is hopefully the part where you say you feel the same way.”
“Well, of course I feel the same way,” you huff, still thoroughly annoyed at Theo. “He knew I was crazily in love with you too and the bastard was so irritating about it!”
You’re about three quarters of the way down a list of ways you want to get back at your brother when Mattheo gently turns your face by the chin to look at him. “As much as I’d love for you to plot against your brother right now, it’s kind of a mood killer thinking about him when I’m kissing you.”
“Sorry, sorry. Continue with the kissing.”
“How romantic,” he says drily. His smirk turns smug, however, when he processes your previous statement. “So… you were in love with me too. What was the word you used, again? Crazily? Crazily in love…”
“Don’t make me take it back, ‘cause I swear I will.”
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Something Sweet
Summary: Mafia!Bucky celebrates his first Halloween with his family. And his sweet little Bee has the time of her life. 
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
CW: Thinly veiled reference to smut, fluff, dad!Bucky being the best.
WC: 1.3K
AN: Beta'd by the lovely @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
Part of the Bumblebee Series.
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Bucky smiles down at his dancing baby holding his finger, her excitement is contagious, growing more and more when she steps into the tailor's shop. She’s been waiting to talk with Enzo about her Halloween costume all week.
The stocky man ambles out of the backroom, measuring tape in hand. “Welcome back Mr. Barnes. What can I do for you two?”
Bucky bends down, lifting Bee onto his hip. “We have a special request. You want to tell him?”
Bee flashes him a toothy grin. “I wanna be a dinosaur and a fairy. Pwease.”
Enzo raises an arched brow, appraising her critically. Bucky clears his throat in warning, his eyes narrowing at his lifelong tailor. Enzo ignores the menacing pakhan, placing his hands behind his back, he strolls around them, pausing to lift her shoe with two fingers, he gingerly shakes it making her giggle. He does one more pass, this time glaring at the stuffed animal tucked beneath her arm.
“Dis is Mr. Tato,” she states, waving one of his legs at Enzo. “He likes your mustache.”
“He has good taste.” He replies, stopping in front of the smiling Bee. “You will be the best dinosaur fairy to have ever existed and your Tato will be a pumpkin,” he announces, walking off to the back as she squeals out a gleeful tank you.
He fires off orders at his assistants, demanding materials and pins and equipment. In an instant, there’s a flurry of activity and conversations, phone calls being made, and rolls of fabric being tossed around. Bee thinks it’s all fascinating, loving the way they move about the store, letting her touch anything she wants.
Bucky sends you a video of her standing on the platform, her small arms up as she’s being measured, it takes a little longer than anticipated because she’s so ticklish, shying away from the tape measure in fits of giggles.
By the time they leave the shop, she’s exhausted, half asleep before he can buckle her in her car seat. She struggles to stay awake when they get home, wanting to tell you all about her ‘venture’.
Two days later, she stares wide-eyed at the black bag holding her costume. Bucky lets her take a quick peek and her reaction’s worth every penny. Moments like this, being able to make his little family’s dreams a reality are why he works so hard.
After she gets home, she runs with the bag in her arms to find you, hopping in place while you carefully unpack her ensemble, babbling away so fast you can barely understand her.
You help her get into the costume and you can’t decide what you like more. Her chubby padded belly, the way the jaw frames her small face, the top flopping over her forehead with every step. The angelic wings are a fluorescent green laced with strands of gold and you have no idea how Enzo did it but the entire thing just works.
You take Bee to the mirror and her mouth drops open, for once she’s speechless. For a second anyway. Then she’s wiggling out of your arms and waddling off, calling out for her Papa to come to see. 
“Bye Bee,” you laugh watching her turn the corner, almost tipping over as her padded feet skid across the hardwood floors, her small tail hitting one of the tables lining the hallway, knocking over a vase, the priceless crystal rolling away unnoticed by your eager child.
“Bye, mommy.” Her voice fades away, then you hear a faint “dab it door, not today.”
As you collect the only slightly chipped vase off the ground, you hear his office door open and Bucky tell her she's the prettiest dino fairy he's ever seen.
Bucky wasn’t too keen on the idea of letting her walk around the neighborhood for a multitude of reasons, the main one being her little legs wouldn’t be able to handle the long pathways to the doors and he knows she would insist on walking.
You both decided to let her go to her uncles homes since they were close and then she would do the rest at home.
In typical Bucky fashion, he had the entire downstairs decorated with mini stations framed by doors that were exactly her height. He hired actors to dress as her favorite characters and wait for her behind each one.
After she got a whole bag of Twix from Uncle Steve and an even bigger bag of M&Ms from a competitive Uncle Sam, you took her home for the real fun.
The first station was set up in the living room. You and Bucky wait near the side, letting her take the lead. Glancing at your husband out of the corner of your eye, you honestly can't tell who's more excited tonight.
Bee stands in front of the bright red door, shifting from foot to foot. Her brows furrow and she tightly clutches her pail. “Papa?”
“Yes, Bee?”
“Can you hold my hand pwease?”
You witness your husband melt faster than cotton candy dipped in water, he immediately crouches down taking her costumed hand in his tattooed one. “Okay now I’m weady,” she grins, knocking on the door. “Happy Halloween. Trick or treat!”
“Hi Bumblebee!” The door swings open and her eyes light up. Her face brightening, the infectious smile causing her adorably chubby cheeks to stick out, even more, she pushes her dinosaur head back and just stares. 
For the second time today, she’s speechless. 
You snap the perfect pic of her surprised face next to Bucky’s pleased one, their matching grins are beautiful, you wish you could stay in this moment for a little while longer, you find yourself taking a few more pictures, memorializing each precious second. 
“Say hi to Elmo,” Bucky encourages, nudging her closer.
“Hi Elmo,” she shyly replies, hiding her face behind Bucky’s shoulder. She holds out her bucket and laughs when Elmo pretends to eat her candy before plopping several pink Starbursts into the bucket. She leaves one for him before taking off to the next door.
This time she doesn’t hesitate before knocking. “Happy Halloween,” she calls out, bouncing on her heels.
When the door opens, she shrieks one of her favorite Disney princesses waves at her. “Hi, Bumblebee.”
“Hi! Oh, Mommy lookit, lookit,  she’s like you,” she says excitedly, swinging her candy bucket towards you, a few pieces tumble to the carpet as her outstretched hand reaches for you. “My Papa says my mommy’s princess,” she declares.
You almost start to say you’re not but you see the gleam in your husband’s eye and know you’d never win that conversation.
She continues her trek around the house, and her excitement and happiness grow with each character she meets. One of the best parts of the night had to be the sweet way she reacted when she entered the kitchen to find Francine and her bodyguards waiting to give her candy too, giving the trio the exact same enthusiasm as when she saw her favorite characters. 
By the time she meets Winne the Pooh and Piglet, she’s yawning uncontrollably, her grip slipping on her overflowing bucket. She says her goodbyes and you carry your weary toddler to her room.
You prepare her bath while Bucky carefully puts up her costume under her and Mr. Tato’s careful supervision.
“...I had so much fun and did you see Elmo mommy? He was going to eat all my candy but papa would'ta got him.” She rambles on while you tuck her into bed. “And I-see Papa“ her cheek sinks into the pillow, eyes closing, her next words lost as she falls asleep.
Bucky presses a kiss on her cheek, helping you stand up. The two of you gaze down at her, his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist. “Tonight was amazing. Thank you.”
You feel his lips curve into a smile, his beard grazing your skin. “You never have to thank me Malyshka. I love to spoil my girls ” His fingers tap, tap, tap on your belly, and something heady and hopeful flashes in his blue eyes, his smile turning into a knowing smirk before he continues.  “So how much of her candy do you think we can take before she notices?”
“'S'my candy” Bee mumbles in her sleep, her adorable tone groggy, hugging Mr. Tato tighter to her chest, she stretches but her heavy eyelids don’t open. 
Laughing softly, you take a handful out of her bucket sitting on her colorful dresser as you stroll out of her room. “Don’t worry Barnes, I’ll just blame the missing candy on you.”
Bucky smirks, rolling up his sleeves, he pockets a few pieces of candy. “If I recall correctly, you still owe me for the froot loops Malyshka.”
True.
You’re not quite ready to discuss that though, so you unwrap a piece, brazenly popping it into your mouth. “You can’t prove that. You won’t get a single word out of me.”
He strides across the space in three quick steps, gaining on you before you have a chance to run. Your giggles comes out on a breathy gasp when his lips graze your ear and he curves his hands around your waist, pulling you into his firm body.
“That’s fine. You don't have to say anything, I’ll settle for making you scream for me, Malyshka.”
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mandsleanan · 4 months
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Where did this romanticism about loose Chickens in the Garden start?
Do you know what unsupervised chickens running loose in your garden gets you? A fucked up garden.
They eat everything. Not just the bad bugs. The good bugs. Bees from your hive. New shoots coming up. The tops of your root crops. Unripe tomatoes. Ripe berries. Your rare Aroid that you brought outside for more natural light.
What doesn't get devoured gets either trampled down or dug up. Then they go stabby-stab into your baby pumpkins with their damn face-knives. Dig holes like a sled dog trying to escape the suburbs. Gods help you if you’ve got a hormonal rooster with a clear line of sight to your elderly neighbor.
You’ve heard good fences make good neighbors?
Well here good fences are the only thing keeping the prehistoric horrors at bay. They will test the perimeter. Yes I know they're soft, round, and cute. They still forage like an orc army. Don't be John fucking Hammond.
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For the Horde.
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f10werfae · 1 year
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A Virgin’s Lesson
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pairing: Boyfriend!Dom!Henry x Virgin!Shy!Girlfriend!Reader
summary: When Henry finds out his virgin girlfriend’s needs, and her fears, he takes it upon himself to teach her a finger or two(Dom Henry‼️) (requested by anon)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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Y/n settled into bed beside Henry for the first time, since becoming a couple. Letting herself fall into his big thick arms as he pulled her snug and close; it was their first ever sleepover as a couple, 6 months in, and God was she nervous. “Why are you shaking pumpkin, am I not warming you up enough?” Henry smirked putting his hands up underneath her oversized shirt, his hands softly petting her stomach.
“N-no i’m not cold” Y/n said coldly not moving an inch, scared that if she did, she’d find herself enjoying it a bit too much. His thick fingers just scratching up and down the flesh on her stomach softly, humming against her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his body clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. Superman ones to be exact.
Henry’s fingers suddenly stopped their affectionate journey, “Hey love, can I ask you something?” He whispered right against the shell of her ear, sending tingles down his lover’s spine as he kissed it slightly as well. Y/n shuffled herself back more into his chest, nodding, anticipating his next words.
“Are you scared of me?” You can be honest, i’ve been noticing you can’t seem to talk or move when you’re within centimetres of me” Henry asked propping himself up on his elbow, watching as Y/n moved to lay on her back, her eyes focused on her twiddling fingers which Henry then grabbed and interlaced with his.
“No. I’m not scared of you Hen”
“Then what on Earth is it? Do I smell bad or something?” He joked brushing back a bit of her hair, kissing her cheek softly, his hand then settling to cup her jaw. “It’s embarrassing and it’s stupid”
“It’s not embarrassing or stupid if it’s bothering my lovely woman, now come on you, out with it”
“Well y-you know i’ve never really done like, a-anything with guys before; with you I get this weird- this weird feeling of wanting to do things” Y/n whispered meeting his icy blue eyes, his smile softened into a cute little smirk as he leant in and kissed her lips for what must be, the thousandth time that hour. He was so incredibly loving and doted on her constantly, knowing how much of a shy bee she was when it came to men, especially one the size of Henry.
“Then what’s stopping you lovebug?” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he talked, in fact they were so close that when he went to wet his lips, she couldn’t help but jolt at the feeling of his wet tongue on her pouty lips.
“I-I’m a bit nervous” She whispered back,
“Wan’ me to help?, i’ll help you okay? If that’s what you want of course?”
“It is, it’s what I w-want” Y/n stuttered feeling giggly, her cheeks growing warm in Henry’s hands. “Going to get you comfy first okay? Just lay back for me baby” Henry urged letting her lay back against his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder tightly, his hands slowly venturing down towards the hem of her sleep shirt.
“Going to lift this cute shirt of yours, and see what’s waiting for me” Henry smirked kissing Y/n’s nose lightly, watching as her beautiful eyes widened, her hands holding onto his other one tightly. His large paw sensually slid up her shirt, settling on top of her cotton underwear, growling when he felt how wet she was already.
“Fuck baby, lesson 1, when you’re this wet you just call me yeah? You’re too pretty to be left like this, my poor baby” He moaned showing her the string of slick connecting his fingers as he separated them as he held his hand up, before returning his hands this time to the hem of her underwear.
“Be quiet for me honey, wanna hear how wet your pussy is, that okay?” He growled feeling the nestle of curls surrounding her honey centre, his thick fingertips brushing over her sensitive sticky folds, he could already tell she would taste as sweet as day.
“W-woah, that feels good” Y/n whined in shock, never did she ever play with herself, always hearing that it was unladylike while growing up. Her hands held Henry’s other hand to her chest, tucking her head closer to his chest, she felt his fingers slip and glide through her second set of lips.
His breaths getting deeper once he came back to her clit, easily found once he realised the poor thing had been sitting out of her wet lips, clearly needing some of his undying love and attention. “Can I rub your clit baby? S’gonna feel good, I promise” He whispered nuzzling his head against hers, a smirk on his face when Y/n almost instantly widened her legs for him.
Slowly rubbing small circles onto her pussy, Henry felt himself grow hard against her thigh, acknowledging the fact that she had now started sucking on his thumb to keep herself quiet like he had asked her to. The only sounds filling the room were her muffled whimpers and the wet slaps of her pussy lips being rubbed together vigorously by the hunk of a man.
Sliding his hands down to her hole, her wide eyes blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks; all with his massive thumb pressing down on her tongue like some clamp. “You feel good baby? Daddy loves making his woman feel good, such a soft little pussy too” He groaned, curious as to how she would react to the new nickname he gave himself..
“Awk baby you like that?” He taunted feeling her pussy clench around two of his fingers instantly, almost like a vacuum sucking them in. Y/n nodded helplessly, Henry’s lips raining wet open mouthed kisses all over her face, trying to ease the pain as he thrusted his fingers in and out mercilessly.
“You’re going to have to learn to take my fingers, how else are you going to take my cock?” He said softly, his fingers now going slower and deeper, tiny gasps leaving Y/n as his thumb reached back up to her rubbed raw clit. Her hips rolling gently against his hand subconsciously, whimpers sounding from around his thumb.
“C-can do it” Y/n said muffled, her other hand grabbing onto her boyfriends hand herself, thrusting it and out of her at a faster pace than his. Pulling his thumb out of her mouth, Henry used his arm behind her head to nudge her head up, his lips instantly clamping down onto hers, it was less kissing and more exchanging saliva. Slow, hot and snuggly, that was the way Henry saw this whole thing, an act of care and love for his darling girlfriend.
“Okay okay baby, tell daddy when you’re close” Henry whispered breaking their kiss, his forehead leaning against hers, her exasperated breaths fanning his face once he felt her clit stiffen and her tight hole clench again.
“H-Henry, feel somethin here, k-keep going” Y/n whimpered, pointing towards the pit of her stomach, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The sounds of Henry’s hand against her wet pussy filled the room, along with her loud cries and whimpers, oh and Henry’s whispers of reassurance
“Doing so good for me honey” “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me” “Gonna sleep with you in my arms after this”
“So close Hen, so close” Y/n breathed out rapidly, her chest rising as she felt a wave of pleasure rush over her, her hips jerking wildly against Henry’s palm. His fingers softly rubbing her clit with care to let her ride out her high, his other hand rubbing her cheek softly, his superstar smile on his face.
“T-thank you” Y/n whispered out, leaning up to kiss his lips a bit sloppily, returning back to her shy demeanour. “Anyone tell you how beautiful you look after you orgasm?” Henry teased smirking, but he wasn’t lying, her hair all roughed up and her face all dazed was definitely now one of his favourite looks on her.
“Hen! You know you’re-“
“Yup i’m the first man and will be the only man to see you like this. Thanks for reminding me” He winked leaning down and kissing her again, his hand rubbing her swollen pussy over her underwear, her hand hitting his chest jokingly as she suddenly looked down.
“oh, well h-hello” She said adorably, noticing the tent built up in his boxers, an even more nervous look on her face.
“Don’t worry love, that lesson’s for another day, let me just feel you for now”
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9toji · 9 months
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‧₊˚✩彡 BEAUTIFUL CHILD — where in these blue lock boys show their love for their little bundle of joy.
characters ; bachira, sae, kaiser, nagi
tags ; sfw — domestic fluff, established marriage
rina's comments ; this is an excuse to write about having a kid with kaiser
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bachira held his little daughter's hand, it was about the size of his palm. he beamed up at the mirror as he brushed off the dirt on the two of their silly little costumes, it was striped yellow and black, and they had a headband placed neatly on their heads, it was really cute.
“look at my little bumblebee!” he smiled, hugging his daughter tightly. “don't i look pretty daddy?” and of course bachira nods excitedly, “mommy's gonna love it. you're already growing up so fast..” meguru stroked mini bachira's hair, his little bumblebee as he called her.
the bundle of joy gets excited at the sound of the master bedroom's door creak open, rushing towards you as she hugged you, “how do i look mommy?” beamed the child, who twirled around. it was perfect, it was a bee costume that had a little tutu attached to the waist. “daddy made it for me!” she added and you gasp up at bachira, it was really well made.
“i might have a knack for sewing, but.. honey, can we go trick or treating?” your husband asked with a sheepish grin, the pumpkin basket already prepared on the little wooden coffee table, and once you agree, just as long as you come with them they rush outside.
your daughter giggling as his dad leads her outside, it was a beautiful halloween celebration, minus the upcoming toothache that your daughter soon acquires.
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sae didn't use to be so accepting of makeup, until now. it was quite a surprise for you to see him sitting down on the floor, puffed up with heavy blush, courtesy of your child that mumbled about him looking nice. but that's not even half of what surprised you.
your husband was wearing a pretty yet very tight pink fairy costume, accompanied with fairy wings. it was a sight to behold, and a little hard not to laugh at, you quickly take pictures of him as he tries his best to make his little baby happy.
“cup of tea for you, fairy!” the little girl cheered, pouring some “tea” into his little pink tea cup that he could easily crush in his grip, he politely sipped on the tea. “oh wowww, this tastes so good princess!” sae chuckled, enjoying the moment. even though he looked silly. there was a gentle and more importantly sincere smile on your husband's face.
the little bundle of joy hugged his dad, and soon you joined in. before you whispered, “you look nice, fairy.” into his ear. sae had a faint blush, perhaps embarassed. he instead opted for a grin.
“thanks, i know right?” your husband joked, blinking dramatically at you.
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“i bought you another toy!” kaiser said with a smile, showing the new gundam figure in his hands, handing it to your son. “thanks papa!” said the child, an expression on his face that could only be described as pure awe and joy.
kaiser spoiled your child rotten, buying him toys, books, and more. but before he did, he made sure that the two of them had a super top secret secret that involved that he, his son, should always use it, so it doesn't go to waste.
you never really took your husband for the type to care about that, he grew up with lavish toys too, as far as you knew. spotting them in the cute kid's bedroom, playing with the gundam and roleplaying, kaiser was the big bad monster, while his son was the savior, who had to save you, the poor princess.
kaiser was not going to protest, even though he wanted to be the knight in shining armor like he had always told you he'd be for you. “aaahhh!” he shrieked in a monotone voice, and your child shrieked back, throwing what seemed to be a stick at his father's face.
thankfully, kaiser was unharmed.
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it was a bit wrong to let the child play video games at such an early age, but you had spotted your husband, nagi and your son playing some sort of mario game on the tv, the little one's faced contorted with concentration.
while the father yawned, he might get bored too quick. like he always did, but thankfully he didn't, and even let his son win, the boy proudly put his little controller down, puffing his chest and putting his closed-into-fists hands on his waist. “i won! i won!” the youngster said, emitting a smug grin.
nagi clapped slowly, and smiled. “you're just like me, huh?” he yawned, and his son beamed. “really? am i as cool as you, papa?” the kid jumped up and down from the compliment, before turning to you and pointing as his papa with a wide smile, “papa said i'm as cool as him! did you hear mama?”
and you nod with a sweet smile, ruffling your son's hair, who quickly goes back beside his dad, challenging him to another round. nagi let the bundle of joy win every round, only because he felt sleepy or maybe he wanted to make his baby happy, your husband turned to you and shrugged, with a knowing smile.
“guess he's better than me, babe.”
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straywords · 2 years
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°•☆ Come to Daddy ☆•°
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Stepfather! Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Your new stepfather might be your mother’s dream but he’s definitely your nightmare.
Warnings: N0N-C0N, blackmail, stepcest
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It’s the happiest Mom has looked.
It’s what you keep telling yourself. The words play in your head, again and again, the soft mantra quelling the ever-rising panic in your chest.
Mom laughs again at one of his jokes, his grin wide and annoyingly bright as he bends over her ear. Their golden rings catch the sunlight as their hands twine.
A wave of sickness swells in your gut.
You want to be happy for her. You really do.
But this man is no good.
You have nothing. No evidence. No fact to support your belief.
It’s just an intuition, an inkling that slithers along your spine whenever he’s around.
This man, this…Lloyd Hansen is no good.
Twisting the faucet of the kitchen sink, you let the steady drip of the water filling the glass empty your thoughts. You take a deep breath before stepping outside, schooling your features. Mom’s laughter echoes in the front yard. He’s tickling her, his pearly whites flashing in the sun beneath that awful mustache.
The patio swing stills as you get closer. Your stomach twinges. They’re still holding hands.
"Here you go, mom," you say, handing her the glass of water.
Mom thanks you, her hands a little shaky as she accepts the glass. You frown. You’ve been noticing that lately. It’s gotten more frequent. The dizzy spells, the paleness, the heatwaves. You keep pressing her to see a doctor and she keeps refusing, insisting it’s what happens to women her age, that it’ll pass. Doubts remain inside you. But how can you pester her? She’s glowing, much as you hate the man at her side is a huge factor why.
You plop down in the chair next to the swing. A bee buzzes near your ear and you swat it away.
"Thanks, pumpkin," he says, stroking Mom’s back as she drinks from the glass. "Wouldn't want my baby to pass out from the heat."
The pet name makes you shudder. Cupcake. Sunshine. Buttercup. Peaches - this one might be the worst. Each of Lloyd’s nicknames make your skin crawl.
Lloyd Hansen is no good.
The warning rings again inside your mind, digging and digging a hole of mistrust which grows whenever he gives you that sickening, slick smile.
"Will you be going back to college in the fall?"
You don’t answer the question right away, fingers clenched on the handle of the chair. Mom’s soft hand outstretches towards your cheek, which she gently cups.
"Sweetie, you were lost in your thoughts again," she says, a crease of worry in her brow.
She’s looking at you, and you’re looking at Lloyd. Despite his smile, his jaw is clenched, his gaze on you sharp. The intensity of it sizzles your skin, even more than the sweltering summer heat.
"I’m not sure yet. Mom needs me here," you reply, putting your hand over Mom’s. "I can’t just leave you alone."
Annoyance sparks flames in his blue eyes.
Lloyd scoffs, "She won’t be alone."
Mom sighs, wearily placing her hands on both you and Lloyd’s arms. You want to puke.
"Please, you two, I want my favorite people to get along, okay?" she says.
Mom always had poor taste in men but this takes the cake. Usually, you’re there to weather the storm, pull her back before it’s too late.
But you were blindsided this time. You came home and this man was here. This stranger you never met before, your mother’s husband, your…stepfather.
Another surge of bile travels up your throat. You beam through your disdain.
"Okay, mom, I’ll try," you reluctantly respond, squeezing her hand.
She smiles at you. You can't mirror her expression, not when Lloyd's smiling at you, a smug glint in his gaze.
It becomes too much to bear. As Mom takes another sip from the chilled glass, you rise.
"This heat is killing me," you say. "I think I'm gonna cool off inside. I have courses to run through anyway."
Your mom nods.
"Alright, sweetheart. Don't forget family dinner tonight."
Lips bunched tight, your fingers clench behind your back. Family dinners, you muse bitterly, used to be just you and mom. They used to be something you looked forward to…before this man.
"Sure, mom."
Your march back to the kitchen is stilted. Needles glide along your back. Coolness sits in your veins. The burden of his gaze is never too far.
You only ease, breath flooding your lungs again, once you're behind the kitchen island.
Your illusion of peace is shattered quickly.
"This heat is a killer, isn’t it, sunshine?"
A row of blindingly white teeth is flashed at you, filling your vision, filling you with disdain.
"Weren’t you just with Mom?"
He sniggers and you shrink in your corner of the kitchen. His presence sucks the air from the room.
"It’s my house. I can go as I please," he replies matter-of-factly. He opens the fridge then plucks a beer from it and a diet coke, your mom’s drink of choice. He then pulls a drawer open to rummage through it. Once he finds a lollipop, he shoves it in his mouth and leans against the counter.
His house.
Your teeth gnash together, annoyance rippling through you.
"It’s not your house, Lloyd," you retaliate.
A slow grin unfolds on his lips.
"Course it is, gum drop…just like I’m your dad now."
You shudder.
"You’re not my father, Lloyd."
Lloyd sighs. When he lumbers towards you, the tight white polo pulls snugly on his muscular frame. An anxious breath is sucked in, your stance still as he gets closer, confining you between him and the granite edge. His hands land on each side of you. The stench of expensive men’s cologne encases you and your nose crinkles in response.
His eyes taunt you.
"I’m screwing your mom and I put a ring on it, didn’t I?" You gasp. He chortles. You flinch as one of his long fingers subtly skims down your arm. Gooseflesh blooms beneath his touch. "I’d say that makes me your daddy, cupcake."
Your breath trembles, your wide gaze darting above his shoulder. Mom’s outside, eyes half-closed, head laying on the back of the couch. She’s not seeing this.
"What are you doing?"
You glower at him but he remains unfazed. As he backs away, you release a heavy breath.
"Me? Nothing." He pops the lollipop in his mouth again and crosses his arms. You follow the vein protruding along his bicep with dread. He points the candy in your direction. "You’re the one giving your mom a hard time. Me? I’m giving her the best of times." He smirks, sparks of mirth bouncing in his orbs. "Every night."
"You’re a pig, Lloyd," you snarl.
He looks to the side before laughing.
"You’re an adult, sweetie. No need to be so shy about these things." His deep timbre lilts playfully. "Though I’m sure daddy can teach you a few things."
The anger boils over, a volcano on the cusp of explosion.
Your voice quakes.
"I’m gonna…"
Lloyd’s eyes narrow.
"You’re gonna what? Please, enlighten me, cupcake."
You try to think of what to say. So many words burn your tongue, mostly crass insults. But instead your shoulder slouch as you tumble in defeat.
Mom doesn’t need this right now. Truth is, you weren’t there. Too wrapped up in college life, you abandoned her. Maybe if you hadn’t dodged her calls. Maybe if you visited more, returned home for every break. There was always something. Rush week, midterms, parties. Excuses were aplenty. Ignoring Mom’s disappointment on the other end of the line was a practiced routine. You weren’t a very good daughter, much as you loathe to admit it. You left a void, a space to be filled. And this man swooped down, a vulture circling its prey, and sank his teeth into Mom.
Yelling at him won’t solve anything. It’ll just upset Mom more.
Huffing in frustration, you stomp upstairs. The echo of his dark chuckle follows you all the way to your room.
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You’re bittersweet as you cross the threshold of the upscale restaurant. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead. Soft piano music is played in the background. Even in your little black dress, the best one you own, it’s clear you don’t fit in a place like this.
It’s nothing like the small family restaurant serving Italian food you and Mom usually favor. You just know it was this man’s idea, with his awful, expensive taste.
Your coat is taken and you absently mumble your name to the receptionist. As you’re escorted to the table, you pause in your steps.
Your eyes narrow.
Their heads are bent towards each other, their foreheads grazing. Lloyd’s fingers are gliding down Mom’s arm, in the same place he touched you. You inhale a wide lungful of air. Your legs are wobbly as you get to the table.
You plod into the chair facing Mom, as far away from this man as physically possible. Your skin itches with the pressure of his focus.
Mom's dolled up, wearing a spaghetti strap dress and scarlet lipstick. She hasn't looked like that in years. She's never tried so damn hard. And it guts you that it's all for this man.
Her hand reaches to grasp yours gently.
"You could have just ridden with us, sweetheart."
You shrug, laying your clutch in your lap.
"I’m an adult, mom. I can find my own way to places."
Lloyds snorts and you bristle as she rests a soothing hand on his exposed bicep. She spares him a soft, pleading look and he brings the back of her hand to his lips.
Not a bite of food or drink has entered your mouth and you already want to puke.
A waiter in a suit brings the wine card and you get absorbed in the long list of foreign-sounding names. You grow a little lightheaded at the sight of the prices.
"Don't worry, sunshine, it's on me," the voice that causes your blood pressure to rise purrs. You toss him a pointed glare before looking at Mom.
The corners of your mouth hurt as they tug upward.
"So… a shotgun wedding in Vegas, huh? A little cliché, mom." Your tone is a little peeved, which you instantly regret as sadness crosses Mom's features.
"Are you gonna begrudge me for that every time, sweetie? I told you." Her eyes glisten; the pit of your stomach tingles with guilt. "We just went with the moment and…"
Lloyd rubs her back, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. They exchange a loving stare. You clutch your napkin, twisting the soft fabric between your fingers and imagining it's Lloyd's neck instead.
"When you know, you know," he finishes.
Your lips bunch in displeasure.
"I could have been a bridesmaid, helped you put something together…" Stopped this madness before it was too late, you nearly let slip.
"Well, you would’ve needed to be there for that, pumpkin," Lloyd sneers.
"Honey!" Mom hisses, gripping his shoulder.
"You know, I’m right, my love." The plump lips beneath his mustache twist crookedly. "Your daughter’s an ungrateful little brat."
"Lloyd!" Your mom slaps his arm, frowning at him.
Your trembling mouth opens and closes. Your face flushes with heat, your fingers tightening in your lap.
Honey. My love.
That’s it. You can’t be here.
As supportive as you want to be of Mom, you can’t support this.
The chair screeches as you rush to stand.
"I’m going home."
Mom tilts her head, almost getting up but Lloyd keeps a firm hold on her shoulders.
"Sweetie, you don’t have to…"
You sigh. You don’t want to make a scene here.
"Enjoy your dinner, mom." Your face strains to offer a cheerful expression. "I’ll see you at home."
As you collect your clutch and mutter a quick goodbye, you make it a point to never look at Lloyd once.
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The next days fly in a blur of hurt and irritation. You don’t come out much, sticking to your room. It’s your safe space, your fortress. Why would you leave it for any reason? Especially with the horrid displays of affection you might catch a glimpse of outside. Your drawers are brimming with stolen snacks from the kitchen.
You know what you’re doing is childish. At some point you’ll need to come out, face Mom, face…him.
But it’s easier to tuck yourself under your blankets, be idle online watching silly videos and reading ludicrous articles, catch up on your reading and peruse your online classes before the new semester starts.
Being a scholarship kid, you’d rather not fall behind. Your tuition waivers’ dependent on your GPA score and your assistantship going smoothly. You were hoping to at least enter a sorority to make it all easier, build a few connections, but you were turned down after rush week. Something about you not fitting in.
It left an acrid flavor in your mouth.
You couldn’t help but notice how each of the sorors looked the same, talked the same and probably had the same access to opportunities you could only dream of.
Your hopes were then dashed. Unlike some of your fellow students, you don’t have the safety of a trust fund to cushion your possible failure.
And you wouldn’t dare ask Mom for more than she’s already given.
Letting your thoughts freely roam, the knock on the door slips past you.
The headphones on your head slide down to your neck. You flip your book over your pillow and sit up with your eyes wide.
Mom’s gaze darts to your pillow, her expression fond.
"Reading Jane Eyre again?"
You sigh. The special edition was a gift from Mom before graduation.
"Well, what can I say, mom? She’s a loner like me. I can relate."
Mom hums in thought, nudging you aside to plop down near you. It reminds you of when you were little and she’d give you gentle lectures over something bad you did. She’d never raise her voice. It’s just not her nature.
"More like a misfit," she observes, grabbing the well-loved book, her lips quirking upwards at the coffee stain she finds on a page. You’ve always been clumsy.
You shrug. "Semantics."
She drops the book at the same page you left it open.
"Well, you may be lonely but you don’t have to be alone."
"Mom…"
"We’re throwing a party tonight. Sort of a belated engagement celebration."
Hugging your knees, you grumble, "You guys went straight to a wedding though."
An exhausted exhale falls from Mom’s lips.
"Again, are you gonna hang this over my head forever?"
The reply is late, the lone word gravel in your mouth.
"...No."
Mom’s forehead creases in worry.
"You’re not a good liar, sweetie. If you just gave him a chance-"
"Why him?" you interrupt.
You just can’t picture it. Mom’s sweet, kind. Lloyd is…well whatever he is, he seems a poor match for Mom. His slick talk can’t butter you up the way it did Mom.
"He knows what he wants and goes for it." You wince. "He’s funny and-"
You jump from the bed, annoyed by her belting his praises. "Okay, that’s enough. I get it." You don’t get it.
"Please?" Mom pleads, also getting up.
"Why do you care if I come? Clearly you didn’t need my input before."
Fondness swells in Mom’s eyes as she squeezes your shoulders.
"Sweetie, much as I love you, I’m a bit old to need my daughter’s permission to date."
You scowl at the floor before facing her again, folding your arms in reluctant acceptance.
"I can go downstairs for five minutes I guess. Show the entire family that you have my…blessing, I guess," you sardonically promise.
Mom scratches the back of her neck, awkwardness radiating from her.
"It won’t be here. It’ll be at Lloyd’s house," she mutters.
Your jaw hangs slack as you scoff, "Wow. Even better."
She looks crestfallen by your comment. Guilt overwhelms you again. You pinch your lips between your teeth. Words should be pondered before leaving your mouth. You upset Mom, again.
There’s a suffocating pause before you speak again.
"Okay." Her face brightens. "I’ll be here. Just…send me the time and address."
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It’s worse than the restaurant, you muse. The stench of money permeates the air. You feel out of place as soon as you step foot inside Lloyd’s opulent mansion. The art on the wall. The marble floors. The gilded handrails lining the massive stairs.
You knew he was rich. You just didn’t know he was rich.
The house is already brimming with guests, chatting and drinking wine. Some you recognize, distant family members or relations. Most are perfect strangers. Maybe some of Lloyd’s fellow Harvard alums. Mom mentioned he graduated from there.
Someone seizes your coat from behind you and you gasp.
You gawk at the brown-skinned woman with glasses perched on her nose and a stern expression. She folds your coat and hands it to another man in a suit.
"Mr. Hansen is already in the hall with your mother," she announces.
"Who are you?"
Her tone’s clipped, veering on impatience. "His assistant."
Your brow rises. "Assisting him in what?"
Curiosity peaks inside you. What kind of job does Lloyd have to make this kind of money? Your mind runs rampant with a myriad of scenarios, everything from finance to even rogue art dealer.
"Mr. Hansen’s various international contracts."
The vague answers crumples your brow.
"What kind of contracts?"
She fixes you with a long stare that unnerves you.
"You should go. Your mother awaits," she says after a while, opening her phone when it buzzes in her pocket.
"Can I go to the bathroom first?"
You’d like to psych yourself up before meeting with them. A silent scream session in a luxurious bathroom seems perfect for the occasion. You begin to walk toward the right aisle with the massive wooden doors with gold handles but the woman grabs your arm firmly.
You let out a sharp exhale.
"The bathrooms are the other way." Her gaze is steely. "This area is…restricted. Under construction."
You give a shaky nod, already taking tremulous steps in the opposite direction, where all the people are gathered.
You drag your feet through the small crowd.
Mom’s face lights up when she notices you. They’re near the fireplace, entertaining the guests. Lloyd’s arm is snug on her waist. He gives you a long look above his glass of scotch and you shudder.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you fidget on the side. You just want the night to end as quickly as possible.
"You came," Mom chimes, leaving Lloyd’s side to hug you.
A tense smile on your face, you hug her back. She’s dressed to the nines, her hair in a tasteful updo and her evening attire matching his black and white color scheme.
You sneak a glance at him. Confidence overflows from him in the tight white pants that flatter his long legs and toned ass and the black polo that exposes his wide, muscular biceps. As soon as his blue eyes find yours, a smirk forming beneath his mustache. You focus back on Mom.
"I promised, didn’t I?" you remind, squeezing her hand. "Am I really that unreliable?"
Hesitation flickers over Mom’s face as she slants her head. Her mouth opens and closes. Your stomach twinges.
It hurts a little, the silent confirmation of what you already knew.
An awkward giggle floats from your lips. You swipe a glass of champagne from a confounded server’s tray, downing a long swig. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before uttering,
"I’ll go mingle." You plant a kiss on both her cheeks. "This is a nice party, mom." You pause. "Congrats."
Astonishment widens her gaze.
"You mean it?"
The false smile is starting to hurt your face.
"If you’re happy, I’m thrilled, mom," you say.
You walk away with a sickness dancing in your gut.
The party’s in full swing and you’re thankful you’re mostly ignored. You only get wrapped in tedious, one-sided prattle by two relatives.
You bear through the usual prying inquiries on college and your dating life, or lack thereof. It’s harmless and you let it happen, gulping petits fours to pass the time. Your eyes keep wandering to the grandfather clock in the massive living room, tracking its steady ticking. One more hour should do the trick. Then you’ll kiss Mom goodnight, pretend you’re exhausted, return to the safe familiarity of your warm bed.
Eventually you run out of food.
Your gaze trails over one of the waiters. Keeping a careful distance, you follow him to the kitchen.
You do an inner leap of victory when you get a glimpse of the silver trays of mouthwatering delights laid out on the island.
You wait in a corner for the waiter to leave. Then, you tiptoe out of your hiding place. It’s silly, a little childish, but you experience the same excitement as when you were little and you’d steal from the cookie jar without Mom knowing.
You splay your palms on the marble counter with a weary huff. It’s more than you bargained for, all this pretense, pageantry. You’re thankful for the respite, however ephemeral.
As you’re chewing on a piece of shrimp, the bite snags in your throat.
Your ass is squeezed in a large grip, warmth pressing against your back.
Hot hair fans over the back of your neck and a strong arm slides around your waist.
"Hey, sunshine, I’ve been looking for you everywhere," Lloyd’s deep, sultry voice mumbles near your temple.
You squawk, pivoting in a frenzy and shoving him away from you.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you snarl, fury rising your tone.
While you tremble from head to toe, Lloyd chuckles. He lifts his palms, a smirk tugging his mouth.
"Shit…Thought that was your mom."
Rage hits a boiling point inside you.
"No, no you didn’t!" you screech. Your fingers clench into fists. "I fucking knew it! I’m gonna tell mom everything and…"
You’re quieted by an abrupt pressure on your airways. Lloyd’s hand latches around your throat, practically hauling you off the ground.
He cocks his head.
"Now, why would you do that when we’re such a happy little family."
You blink through your dimming vision. You choke, sputtering weakly, "Fuck off."
Any attempt to pry him off you is met with a more crushing hold on your throat. Your strength fades and you stop struggling.
Lloyd’s taunting pitch is the last thing you hear.
"Always gotta be such a brat, huh?" He pauses, thumb grazing your bottom lip. "It’s okay, daddy’s gonna teach you some manners, sunshine."
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Ache echoes in your skull when you wake up, the dripping from above guiding you back to consciousness.
A light tap on both your cheeks makes you stir and groan.
"Come on, rise and shine, sweetheart. Daddy’s here."
A sigh resonates through the haze of your thoughts.
You gasp as you’re hit with a splash of freezing water. Your eyes fly open. Lloyd’s smug expression crowds your line of sight.
"I said, wake the hell up, sunshine!" he chimes, giving your chin a firm squeeze. He chuckles as you cough out the water. The empty metal bucket clanks noisily on the floor. "Much better. Best to stay awake, sweetheart, cause I won't be so nice if I have to wake you up again."
You let your gaze wander. Around you, there’s nothing but dark, wide, empty space. No one but you and Lloyd.
Panic swallows you.
"Help! Help!" you shout, writhing against the rope binding you to the chair. Shivers travel through your frame, the cold already percolating through your wet clothes.
"Heeelp!" Lloyd echoes back in your face, cackling as terror sinks inside you. He pinches your cheek like one would do to a child. "God, you’re adorable when you’re scared. Makes my dick hard."
A shudder tickles your spine at his words.
"Where the hell am I, Lloyd?" The chair bounces with your frantic motions. Mirth’s engraved on his features as he watches you try to get free.
Tutting disapprovingly, he frames your jaw with his large hand.
"No…daddy. Where the hell am I, daddy."
Your blood runs even colder than the icy water he threw on you. You glower. "I’m not gonna…"
A shift occurs in his blue eyes, malevolence flaring in them. It’s the only warning you get before a harsh, sonorous slap lands on your cheek. Your head sharply turns from the strength of the hit. A metallic taste fills your mouth.
As your face sings in pain where Lloyd slapped you, you shakily surrender. "W-Where am I, daddy?"
The words are sour on your tongue.
"That’s my girl," he coos, thumb smearing blood over your quaking lip. "You’re in my basement, sunshine, where I conduct a lot of my…work."
The word 'basement' alone has your pulse racing.
"Y-Your work?" you stammer.
Sinister suspicions swell in your brain, growing more daunting.
Lloyd Hansen is no good.
You used to wish for it to be true.
"Yeah, Information retrieval… by any means necessary."
He soaks in your widening gaze, the fright jostling your frame.
"Please, let me go. I w-won’t tell mom, I promise."
In a sick mockery of tenderness, he pets your curls.
"Oh, I think we're way past that, pumpkin, aren't we?" He boops your nose. "You had it in for me from the beginning." A forlorn sigh falls from Lloyd’s mouth. "Too bad cause I was really looking forward to our father/daughter bonding time." His eyes glint and dread curls in your gut. "Well, it's never too late to make up for lost time."
You watch in horror as he unbuttons his pants, pulling down his boxers to reveal his thick, veiny length. It’s already standing at attention.
A scream unfurls inside you, but disbelief thins the air in your lungs, and it comes out a faltering croak.
"Please…" Your hands twist at your back to loosen the restraints, but they stubbornly cling to your wrists.
"Open up for daddy," Lloyd purrs as you sob, nudging his throbbing, red tip along the seam of your shut lips.
Your eyes close. Tears stagnate beneath the confines of your trembling lids.
Lloyd growls in irritation. His sinister, saccharine tone resonates through you.
"Open up so daddy doesn’t have to break your fucking jaw, pumpkin."
You gasp out a loud sob and Lloyd pushes his tip between your parted lips. He hums in pleasure as you’re forced to take the first inches of him.
Angry tears limn your lashes as you peer up at him. He chuckles and drags his knuckles over your cheek.
"Bite it off and I’ll knock out all your teeth and make you wear ’em as a necklace…and that’ll just be the beginning."
You try not to mull over his words too deeply, noticing the dried patches of blood on the floor. He cradles your face. Your brain is on autopilot, fear at the forefront of your mind.
Silent tears fall down your cheeks as Lloyd groans above you. You hollow out your cheeks to take more of him. The taste of his salty flesh spreads on your tongue.
"Hm, taking daddy so well, peaches."
Your body spasms when the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You suffocate on his girth. His length slides down your throat, pumping in and out at a leisurely pace. Soft little wines die on his cock. Tears and saliva dribble down your chin as you gag around him.
You can barely breathe through your ceaseless sniffles. Lloyd cups your face with one hand, thumb playing with your tears, while the other twines in your damp coils.
"Such a good girl for me, pumpkin," he praises, his tone hoarse and ragged. His grunts echo in the dark room as he tilts your head back.
Filthy words leave Lloyd’s mouth, broken glass along your eardrums.
"Hard to tell who’s best at sucking cock…you or your mom," he cackles.
Your body rocks in the chair as Lloyd’s thrusts get more blunt. Your mouth aches and your throat burns from accommodating his size. You’re nothing more than a fleshlight as his pelvis slams roughly into your face, his balls squishing your jaw.
“Hm, actually, I think your mouth is even better.”
His devilish pace bruises your throat. You bear with it, counting the seconds, the minutes, wishing your torment to thankfully end soon.
He comes with a long, satisfied sigh, filling your mouth to the brim.
“Now, be a good girl, and swallow all of daddy’s reward for you.” Purring in contentment, he pours down your throat. Disgust mounts within you when salty thickness coats your tongue but you gulp down all you can, sobs shaking your frame. The fear of what he’d do if you disobey keeps you docile.
When Lloyd pulls out, stickiness connects your lips to the head of his soft cock. The humiliation doesn’t end there as he angles your chin up and paints your face with more strings of his cum.
Through the mess of tears and cum, you get a glimpse of his slanted smile.
“Now, open your mouth for daddy and say thank you.”
Whimpering, you do as he commands. Drops of his spent trickle down from your tongue to your chin. Your skin sizzles with shame.
“T-Thank you…daddy,” you stammer.
He strokes the side of your face as you weep.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, gum drop.” His voice drops, danger lacing his tone. “ but let’s keep this our little secret for now, or else…” Oxygen dwindles in your lungs as his hand wraps around your throat, just tight enough to convey his meaning. Your pulse throbs beneath his palm. Your terrified gaze flickers up to meet his arctic one. “Daddy will get very upset, okay sunshine?”
Swallowing past your tears and the lingering taste of him, you nod. Your heart plummets to your feet as victory lights his cold eyes.
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 "What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, sunshine?" Lloyd mocks. While one of his hands grips the steering wheel, the other rests on your thigh, absently stroking it. His touches have been unrelenting the whole drive.
Your brows furrow as you clench your fists in your lap.
You don’t state the obvious; your throat is too bruised to speak proper words, a pathetic, scratchy whisper. He might draw twisted enjoyment from it, you suspect.
He pulls into the driveway and you fret to undo your seatbelt and scurry out of his sleek sports car. His firm grip interrupts your frenzied motions.
"Wait, not so fast." He laughs, his pearly whites catching the dim light of the car. "How are you gonna get in without the keys, sunshine?" He dangles the set of keys to your mom’s house before you. Your stomach lurches when you realize he’s right. Your own set of keys is in your clutch, still in Lloyd’s house, god only knows where.
You can’t even return to the safety of your room without him. Although… you doubt there’s anywhere you’ll be safe from him now.
"It’s okay, daddy’s got you," he coos, pinching your cheek. Shudders course through you as he escorts you to the front door. You yelp when his hand finds your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.
The lights are out and you suppose Mom must be asleep. Maybe it’s best she doesn’t see you like this, with your face smudged with a mess of dried tears and cum and ruined mascara. Lloyd was a sleeping lion; you poked him awake. Now you aren’t sure how to move forward without getting eaten alive.
Once he opens the door, you begin a shameful walk towards your room, but Lloyd snatches your arm.
You unleash a squeaky breath, fresh tears springing in your eyes.
"Clean yourself up and go to bed," he says. He lifts a stern finger. "And not one noise." He rubs his massive erection against your hip, bending to whisper lewdly in your ear, "I wish I could bid you a proper goodnight, but I have to go check on your mom." He drops a kiss on your temple and seizes your chin, his eyes diving into yours.
"We’re having breakfast as a family tomorrow," he announces. His tone brokers no room for refusal. "So no more hiding in your room. Do you understand me, pumpkin?"
You give a weak sign of assent but his fingers tighten on your jaw.
"I want to hear it."
"Yes, d-daddy," you mutter weakly.
He finally lets you go and you can breathe again. You pad to your room and lock the door, even if you’re under no illusion it’ll stop a man like him. Still, at least for a while, you want to pretend he can’t get in.
You drag your feet to the small adjacent bathroom and turn the faucet on until it profusely pours water into the sink. You clean your face, again and again, but the stain doesn’t go away. A nightmare you carry inside you. You can still smell him, hear his laugh, feel him in your mouth…
You crouch over the toilet bowl to empty the contents of your stomach.
Changing clothes and tucking yourself beneath your familiar blankets doesn’t make the queasiness disappear. Everything is different now.
But it somehow gets worse.
Noises seep through the thin walls. Horror thrums a piteous monody in your veins.
You recognize his grunts and moans all too well, their sinister echo clinging to the walls of your psyche. And they join Mom’s own ragged breathing. You hear the clap of skin meeting skin repetitively.
"Lloyd…what if she hears?" Your mom’s soft, breathless inquiry is met with gentle coaxing.
"It’s okay, honey. She’s asleep. I told you she was sick, remember?"
Their filthy symphony haunts you for hours.
A knife running through your heart might have hurt less. Hands over your ears, you ensconce yourself further under the blanket. You cry silently into the sheets, not sleeping a wink the entire night.
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Your insides are heavier than stone when you wake up. The light of the sun pierces through the windows. Birds are chirping. A pleasant, tepid breeze whisks in from outside. But everything is dull and gray.
The way you perform your morning routine is mechanical.
Your mouth still hurts and you wince when you brush your teeth. You avoid your reflection in the mirror, too scared of what you might see. It’s suffocating enough, the pressure nestled in your chest. No reminder is needed. Again, you wash your face, trying your best to overlook the tremor in your hands. You take a quick shower then hesitate before stepping out, stealing a peek inside your bedroom. When you find it empty, you lumber outside slowly.
You fuss with your choice of clothing, fingers hovering by the wooden edge of your drawer. Does it even matter? Wolves don’t care what dress a lamb wears. Still, you crave the tiny comfort, the sliver of reassurance. You slip a long-sleeved, shapeless sweater and the baggiest pants you own over your frame. The outfit couldn’t hide more skin.
When you go downstairs, their laughter fills the room. Your chest clenches, the room swaying a little around you.
Mom almost chokes on the food Lloyd feeds her when you enter the room. She quickly swallows the bite, hand over her mouth, and beams at you.
"Good morning, sweetie," she greets, her tone upbeat. Her face crumples when she notices your expression. She strides to you to give you a long hug. She cradles your face. Happiness radiates from her. Your heart sinks. "Lloyd told me you got sick last night. Bad shrimp?" She chortles. "He said you were stuffing your face the whole night."
"Hm, that she did," his deep voice jests.
Chills ripple through your spine as his gaze pierces your frame.
Keeping your eyes low, you fall into one of the chairs around the kitchen table. You unenthusiastically pick at the plate Mom places in front of you. The sight of fresh eggs and bacon simply upsets your stomach more.
Their chatter turns into muffled buzzing while you sink into the tomb of your gloomy thoughts. The sharp mention of your name makes you lift your head.
"For our honeymoon? You should pack a suitcase, “ Mom says.
Your pulse roars. Mouth dry as sand, your fingers tighten around your fork.
"Me…why would I-"
"Lloyd booked you a ticket too, sweetie. It could be a family trip that way."
Air cools around you, ice kissing your skin through the layers of your clothes. Your thoughts clash into one another as you scramble for an excuse.
"I don’t know…"
Your chaotic musings are halted by a pinch on Mom’s features. Her hands tremble and you freeze when Lloyd catches her, slipping his arm around her waist and directing her to a chair.
The gut-churning display of affection, Lloyd’s hands on her, his soft whispers…it’s all too much.
Fucking bastard.
“Mom, are you okay?” you inquire, a frown etched in your brow.
She gives a hollow smile, the edges tense.
“Honestly, I don’t know how many more family vacations we’ll have together, sweetie.”
Your eyes bulge.
“What do you mean?”
She sighs. His hands fall on her shoulders and bile swells in your throat.
“I’ll tell you on the trip, okay?” Mom replies, a facsimile of cheerfulness animating her features.
You gauge her wan complexion and the silent threat bouncing in Lloyd’s stare.
Hot lead lines your insides as you answer.
“O-Okay, I’ll come.”
Lloyd smirks at you behind Mom’s back while rubbing her shoulders.
“Attagirl.”
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Miracle Cabbage Part 3
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Winter was Farmer Lewis’s least favorite season. With the ground frozen and all the plants either withered away or sleeping in preparation for the spring, there normally wasn’t much for the farmer to take care of. He found himself restless during the winters, sometimes taking up odd woodbuilding crafts or learning more extravagant recipes just for something to do.
However, this winter…was proving to be quite a bit different than those past.
For starters, the farmer had quite a lot to take care of.
Not only did he have to prep his gardens for the upcoming freeze and then snow, bring the chickens inside before the first cold snap, and gather up some food and warmer clothes, but now he had a baby to prepare for.
First, the farmer focused on his farm, making sure all his plants were protected and sheltered with a tarp. Working with a seemingly steadily growing belly was not an easy task, and hammering stakes and pulling the tarp taut was enough to make him curse.
“You.” He grumbled to himself as he straightened up to his full height, hands rammed against the small of his back. “...Are gonna wreck me, pumpkin.”
The baby inside aimed a kick at his ribs in response, and he grumbled, palming the spot before shaking his head and heading inside.
The next few days were for prepping the indoor chicken coop, then finally ushering the girls inside before the first cold snap. He timed it close to perfect, the chickens kept him company inside for a couple of nights before the ground finally froze, bringing with it a layer of frost that covered everything and drew patterns on his window.
Lewis saw his breath when he stepped outside the next morning to gather his delivery of firewood, grumbling to himself as he lugged it inside in three separate trips. The doc had warned him about heavy lifting, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do.
For the better part of the next week or so, Lewis let himself be lazy. He burrowed up in his house like a hibernating animal, keeping the fireplace lit and blankets in his lap. He baked a couple loaves of bread, made some very hearty breakfasts, watched the snow come down, and read.
The book about the gods and goddesses, he sat in his window seat with a blanket around his shoulder and read out loud some evenings, unsure of whether he was speaking to himself or to the baby. He read about the gods of the fire and the sun, the goddesses of weaving, of bees, of cattle and cats. And gods with no gender, who ruled over things like family, writing, and art.
Juni just so happened to be there when he reached her section, which tickled her to no end. She had been checking in on her very round farmer as he weathered a particularly heavy snowstorm when she heard what exactly he was reading. It was quiet, but the snow fell in huge flakes, and was gathering in deep drifts around the cottage and up against the sides of all the bare fruit trees.
Her famer sat up in bed, a quilt around his shoulders, and as Juni settled into the rafters of the farmhouse, he turned the page and saw the leaf she’d left there a season ago, still pressed flat in between the pages and marking her pencil illustration.
Lewis blinked and picked up the leaf, then smirked, looking down at the page with a small chuckle. “Here you go, pumpkin. Here’s your fairy godmother. Making everything hard for your papa. Juni, the goddess of the Harvest and Farmers. That’s us.”
Juni smiled warmly and leaned her head in one hand as she listened to him read. She could feel the strength of his heart, and the baby inside him, her little cabbage mistake, was growing rapidly. Their heartbeat was also strong, and so was their energy, Juni could feel. Pursing her lips, she blew a small breath of air, and the candle at Lewis’s bedside flickered.
Snorting, he glanced up and looked out the window, then back down at the book. “Yeah, yeah. It’s a blessing, I know. Just…an unexpected one.” He closed the book and palmed his belly, yawning a little bit. “You gonna come out looking like a cabbage, pumpkin? Mm?”
His eye was soft and there was a smile on his face as he set the book aside and finished getting ready for bed, and Juni smiled to herself. It was hard, but she knew she’d done right by this farmer.
The next day, Lewis finally cracked open the other book, full of diagrams and complicated medical terms. And so…so many pictures of very round and glowing women. As the farmer worked his way through a bowl of warm oatmeal, he flipped to the pages about the last trimester and birth, reading through it with a slightly nervous look on his face.
…How was this even going to work? Cervix, openings, things changing inside to get ready to bring a baby into the world…how was he supposed to get what was inside him OUT if he didn’t come equipped with the proper parts? Blinking, he looked at the diagram, a baby nestled head down inside a mother’s belly, then poked at his belly gently with one finger.
“You better come out nice and easy, just like this book says. Get head down, like this picture, and just slide right out.”
The baby wriggled in response, and he chuckled, rubbing the spot and looking out the window. “...I’ll handle that when it gets here. The goddess blessed me with this, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”
Juni, on the other side of the window looking in, turned around and grimaced to herself. She had…no idea what she was doing. How was all of that going to work?
Fiddling with one of her braids, she thought to herself and flew off, leaving her harmer to his reading. Which few of her fellow gods could she talk to about this tender subject? Maybe she’d better consult Mitera…
The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by for both Lewis and his baby. The next project the new dad worked on was clearing out his old storage room to use it as a nursery instead. He’d managed to order some lumber and some baby clothes from the town on the other side of the pass, to be delivered once the roads were tamped down, and he knew he needed a place to put everything.
He tossed out a bunch of old garbage he’d been hanging onto for no reason, cleaned up a busted rocking chair he’d been meaning to oil and fix, and trudged into town with two coats on to pick up some paint and some more food.
The baker, Mrs. Love, gave him a small wink and slipped an extra lemon loaf into his bag, and he nodded back, giving her a sheepish smile. He’d expected she would have guessed, judging by the fact that she sent him extra recipes and made sure he had food, but also because she served as the assistant to the town midwife. He supposed it would be alright, maybe Dr. Jin had filled her in, or knew what to say if she asked about him.
One or two people knowing wouldn’t hurt, he just didn’t want the attention of the entire town.
He painted the room a soft green, and flopped himself on the floor to paint small swirly vines curling up from the baseboards around the whole room. He wasn’t any kind of artist, but when it was finished, he looked at his handiwork with pride. It was a nice, cozy room, and…now just needed a crib in it.
When his shipment finally came through, he let them leave it on his porch, feigning a cough, then drug it in himself, piece by piece. The last bit of his third semester, braced against more snows and days almost as dark as the long nights, was spent painstakingly carving and putting together a crib. He talked to his baby as he did it, explaining to them what piece he was working on and which part fitted into what.
Finally, when the roads had begun to turn from snow to mud, and when the sun was beginning to show her face more often, there was a finished nursery in the house, complete with the new crib, a trunk stuffed with clothes (the tiny size of which had surprisingly made Lewis cry- these damn emotions), and a whittled mobile hung with wooden animals above the crib. Lewis had made a butterfly (or was it a moth? He couldn’t tell without color), a bear, a cat, and a chicken.
Lewis sat in the nursery every night until he was ready to go to bed, rocking in the rocker chair and looking out the window at the melting, dripping world. Soon he’d be able to get back working on the land, stretch his legs, and hopefully have this baby in his arms instead of his belly before too long. They were getting damn heavy.
This winter had been a busy one, but a productive one, he thought, looking down at his rounded belly and patting the side.
Everyone was ready for spring.
Things were…muddy. The snow was almost all melted, only gathering in shadows and shade, and the dirt wasn’t thirsty anymore. The plants had started stretching their first tendrils of green out of the earth, and Lewis had finally been able to get back to work.
Slowly.
Despite the very heavy belly, the weight in his pelvis, and the ache in his back, he felt like he needed to work. If he wasn’t able to get his fingers in the dirt, he didn’t feel quite right. So every day, as soon as the sun had begun shining and as soon as he felt there would be no more freezes, he’d started the work of waking his garden back up.
First, the tarp came up, then the chickens moved back outside, much to their chagrin. They squawked and fussed, but he shooed them along with his boot, leaning on the wall and the doorframe as he waddled with all three of them back to their outdoor home.
After, Lewis began to turn the soil, making sure that there were no rocks, bugs, or rot where he needed to plant. This was the part that normally took him a couple of days, but now, with his extra weight, he knew it would take him at least a week. Thinking ahead, he’d ordered extra seeds and gathered those he’d saved, planning on planting as he worked instead of after the fact.
He was almost finished with this particular task, only a few rows left to plant, when a certain pumpkin decided to come see the garden.
This particular day, the sun was warm, the birds were singing, but the breeze was cold. Lewis woke up a bit late, cleaned his face, and pulled himself into his softest cloth top. He pulled his overalls up over his belly, wriggling to grab the straps and cursing gently to himself under his breath as they evaded his grasp.
As he finally managed to click the first strap, something deep inside him shifted, and a light, almost itchy-feeling cramp spread across his pelvis and the base of his belly. He paused, palming the base of the bump, and blew out his breath, looking down at himself. It was over before he could really think about it.
His brow furrowed, and he carefully grabbed and clicked the other overall strap. Maybe he’d twisted too hard. It was definitely time to retire these overalls, at least until this little pumpkin made their appearance.
Running his fingers across his hair, he looked out the window and smiled, seeing the sun already warming the ground. Despite being tired, something in him itched to go work. He wanted to be…up, on his feet, and moving.
He pulled on his boots, then grabbed up his gloves and stepped outside, inhaling the crisp air. He took care of the chickens first, gathering their eggs and fussing at how messy they’d made their coop. He couldn’t manage cleaning it like he used to.
After setting aside some for himself, he waddled down to the front gate and laid the basket on the concrete step, knowing that the baker and the grocer both would like them.
As he stood back up, another light cramp bloomed through his lower back this time, gripping the lower curve of his pelvis and his hips in rough hands. Lewis grimaced and rested his palms on his lower back, pressing in with the heels of his hands. He looked down at his belly as he waited for the cramp to subside, huffing a small breath through his nose. He was…huge, and hadn’t seen his feet in months. He wouldn’t miss hauling this thing around while he was trying to work, that was for sure.
Lewis’s brow slowly furrowed as he took in a deep breath through his nose. For him to have this baby, he had to…have this baby. He’d read through the chapter in the book a couple times, but the last week or so, he’d put it out of his mind in favor of waking his garden up instead.
Could this be…it?
When the cramp subsided, he shook his head to clear it and blew out his air in a big whoosh, closing the gate and waddling back into his garden space. He still had time. And even if he was in labor, he still had the rest of the garden to plant.
As his chickens wandered through the turned soil, scratching at the bugs and worms that had emerged due to the intrusion of Lewis’s rake, the farmer joined them, grabbing one of the fence posts to help lower himself to his knees. Taking a deep breath in and then out, he began working, wanting to finish out the last few rows and get the seeds in the ground before something dramatic happened.
Using the rake to pull at the soil and turn it, he’d look it through to make sure there was no rot, toss away any rocks, then work the soil into two rows. After dropping the seeds in (this row was cucumbers and squash, and a few herbs like basil), he’d move some of the fresh dirt over top of them, then scoot forward on his knees to the next patch.
It was rough work, and his back began to ache after only a few pulls of the rake, but he ignored it. It was either stubbornness or anxiety that made him pull his focus to his work instead of his body’s signals, and he didn’t pause long enough to try to tell which it was.
When, inevitably, another cramp would wash through him, he’d simply roughly blow out his air and continue working, putting a free hand on the small of his back if he had one.
During one such cramp, Betty wandered over closer and pulled at his shirtsleeve, pecking at it like it was a bug. Lewis took the opportunity to sit back on his heels and gently pap at her with one hand, stroking her soft feathers. “Whoof. This what it’s like for you ladies to lay an egg? Mm. Why didn’t you warn me?”
Betty cooed at him and pecked at his shirtsleeve again, and he tisked his tongue. “You loosen this button like you did the ones on my good black shirt and I’ll pluck you, girl.”
The chicken tilted her head, then scratched at the dirt below her a bit before crossing in front of Lewis and standing by his other side, her soft wing feathers pressing against his elbow.
Lewis chuckled, then rested his hands on his knees and bowed his head forward, blowing out his exhale. This one seemed to be lasting a bit longer. As he pulled in another slow breath, he shifted his hips subtly side to side, then grimaced, his brow pulling together. “Mm. Damn. This…” he sighed. “...is gonna take me forever.”
He continued down the row of plants to the end, only having to stop a couple more times, then leaned on the fence post to turn and come back the other way. However, a cramp overtook him before he could begin, and he quickly tossed down the rake and drove the heels of his hands into his knees, bowing his head and curling up around his belly. “Mmh-” he grunted softly, then blew out his breath, nose wrinkled.
It was this sight that greeted Juni as she descended and lit in his apple tree, the worried goddess peeking into the garden. “Oh…my poor farmer.” she whispered, but there was a small smile on her face. It was finally time, she’d been alerted, and had rushed here as quickly as she could. She wasn’t gonna miss the arrival of this little cabbage for anything in any world.
What was he doing out here working, though? Shouldn’t he be in bed, preparing for the baby’s arrival? Resting?
Juni blinked, then giggled, wiggling her fingers so a soft flowery breeze would come through and stroke Lewis’s cheek. She had to remember who she was talking about. He hadn’t stopped working one day since he’d had the cabbage stew, what made her think he would stop while he was in labor?
Lewis lifted his head as he felt the breeze on his face, and he sighed deeply, lifting one arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Hoooo.” Opening his eyes, he looked around him at the garden, almost fully planted for the season, at the fruit trees just starting to flower, at his chickens scratching around and turning up the dirt with him.
“Can’t waste this day…” he finally mumbled to himself, picking up his rake again. Even if he was in labor (which he might not be, he thought to himself), he felt better when he was out here working.
Juni smiled proudly as she watched him, her hand coming to rest over her heart. Her farmers were so strong…and she couldn’t wait to see what a cute kid this one would make.
It was only when Lewis realized he was having to stop every couple of turns with the rake that the reality of what was happening settled over him. He was actually having this baby. And soon, if the tightness of his pelvis was any indication.
Still, though, he finished up the last couple rows of planting, his brow furrowed and his movements slow and careful. When he reached the end, he tossed the rake aside and leaned on the fence to pull himself to his feet. His belly swayed, and he grunted, grabbing at it with one hand. It was so…low, and the pressure in his pelvis had changed.
With one hand rubbing his swollen side, Lewis fully straightened up, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. He smelled flowers when he inhaled again, the cold spring breeze washing over his face.
When he opened his eyes again he felt a bit more settled, and he took off his gloves, tossing them over toward the front door of the house. Alright. What did he need to do? There had to be more things he needed to take care of.
His eyes found his fence, and he nodded, crossing to his front door and grabbing a box of matches from the table just inside before heading down his flagstone path toward the gate.
When Dr. Jin had come a couple of long weeks ago, the two of them had come up with a signal. If Lewis lit the old lantern at the end of his walkway, the one next to the gate, then that meant the baby was either coming or here. The good doctor had promised to check it every night as soon as it got dark enough, and if it was lit, he’d bring the baker to come check on the farmer.
Lewis had felt it was a good enough compromise, he still kept his privacy, which he treasured, but had a signal for help if he needed it.
Another contraction rolled through his pelvis as he attempted to get the lantern lit, and he grunted, bending forward and grabbing onto the gate for stability. “Cripes almighty…” he mumbled to himself, then pulled in another deep breath. His weight shifted, and he rocked his hips back and forward almost out of instinct, fighting against the pain almost squeezing them together.
As he rocked and swayed, the matches fell from his grip and onto the ground, and he let out a small string of curses as he heard them rattle onto the flagstones. There was no way he was getting down there to pick those up. He’d just have to light the lantern once the baby was here and he could bend over again, that’s all.
With another soft grunt as the contraction stopped, Lewis pulled himself back upright, then left the gate unlatched and headed back down the path toward his house. One hand slammed firmly against the back curve of his hip, he blew out his breath, wanting now to be inside before the next surge overtook him. He nudged the chickens aside as he passed, then paused at the door, looking back at them.
“...You ladies don’t eat any of those seeds I just planted or I’ll whoop you. Go inside when it’s nighttime, or I’m not gonna be sorry if a fox gets you, it’ll be your own damn fault. You got the garden for the day, have at it.”
Susie and Betty both blinked wide eyes up at him, while Loretta didn’t even seem to hear him, her blue-tinted feathers ruffled up proud as she strolled through the grass.
Chuckling despite himself, Lewis waved a hand at them as if to shoo them away, then drew into his cabin, shutting the door behind him.
Juni followed him into the house, settling herself in the rafters and playing with one of her braids as she watched him. He leaned against the doorframe, seeming to gather himself, then flopped into one of his chairs, working on kicking his boots off. She hated that he was doing this all by himself, he deserved to have somebody to share his pain and help him handle his anxieties…but then again, she knew who she was talking about. Perhaps it was what he needed, to work through this by himself.
Besides, the goddess thought to herself with a small smile. If anything happened, she’d certainly have no issue interceding. Other gods be damned, she wasn’t going to let anything happen to her dear farmer. He’d worked too hard and suffered too long to not see this through.
Lewis leaned back in the chair and cursed at his boot, one hand gripping the edge of the table. His mind was whirring. What came next? What had the book said? What was he supposed to be doing right now?
He felt a ball of nervous energy in his gut, one seperate from the pain and force of the contractions. It felt like he wanted to pace, to move around and actively do something to help this baby out, but he didn’t know what. He felt like a fox caught in a trap, or a fish stuck in a bowl too small.
He dragged in a deep inhale, then blew it out with puffed cheeks as he finally kicked his boots off. He nudged them closer to their proper spot with his toe, then ran a hand over his hair and tried to gather his thoughts. His other hand palmed his side, feeling how taut and low his belly was underneath his clothes.
“Alright. What we gotta have…let’s see. Lemme, uhm. Get some water boiling. Make sure it’s…nice and clean.”
One hand on the tabletop helped him heave himself to his feet, and he crossed to the stove, grabbing down his favorite copper soup pot and pouring water into it until it was over halfway full. He dragged it over to the stove, then bent to retrieve his flint and steel to light the flame.
A contraction gripped him as he straightened back up. He slammed his hands down onto the counter and bowed his head forward, his nose scrunching up and a couple of choice words slipping out under his breath. Bracing his feet hard on the floor, he leaned on the counter and forced his hips back, then forward again, floorboards creaking under his feet.
It felt like his hips might just crack. There was something in his pelvis, deep, and each time he bent his knees it felt like it got lower. A thought flashed through his head, and despite the cresting contraction, Lewis laughed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He felt like a chicken trying to lay an egg too big for her.
“Hoooo. Alright Lewis. You’re not egg-bound yet. C’mon.” He mumbled to himself, then dragged in and let go a few more breaths, waiting for the contraction to pull back. As soon as it did and he was released from the grip, he leaned down and struck his tinder, watching carefully as the stove lit.
He babysat the pot, hands resting low on his belly, until another contraction overtook him and he grabbed the counter again, a soft groan rumbling in his chest. He scrunched his eye tight and hissed through his teeth at how strong it was getting, forcing himself to breathe.
Juni, her brow furrowed, wiggled her fingers at him and whispered a few words in the ancient language. If translated, it would likely be something about flowers opening, about buds blossoming, about mouths of rivers opening up to the sea, openness.
Lewis smelled flowers along with the smell of the fire as he pulled his eye open, and he nodded to himself, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. “Mm. Mm-mm. I got this. I got it.” Blowing out his air with pursed lips, he straightened back up and looked down at himself, cradling his belly with both hands and pressing in a bit with both palms.
“I got it.” he repeated, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “We got this. Huh pumpkin.”
It wasn’t long before the water boiled, and Lewis quickly pulled the pot off of the flame and extinguished the fire, tossing his potholders away onto the counter.
“Alright pumpkin. Got you some nice clean water. Help keep your papa clean too. What’s next, what’s next…” His eyes flicked around the room, and landed on the open nursery door. He approached it and flicked on the light, then nodded to himself. “Blankets. Need those to help keep ya warm.”
His next contraction came over him as he turned for his blanket box, and he groaned, his steps going wobbly. He forced himself to lean back against the wall, arching and pressing his lower back against it. It felt good to have something solid against him, he noted, only half thinking of it. The rest of him was groaning, panting, and trying to keep himself steady. How quick were these pains coming on?
Finally, and between a few more contractions, he managed to gather the blankets he’d gotten especially for today, one for swaddling and others for cleaning up and lining the crib. He laid them all out on top of the little dresser, then nodded and almost collapsed into the rocking chair.
He spent the next few contractions here, in the nursery he’d made for his baby, alternating between rocking in the chair and leaning forward with his hands on his knees and his feet firmly on the floor.
It wasn’t like anybody was there to hear him do it, but he almost felt silly when he’d begun yelling during each surge. He didn’t know what else to do, though, and it seemed like the only way to release all the energy that was piling up in his core. It wasn’t even a yell of pain (and he would know the difference, as he had yelled plenty after his accident, especially when he had to change the dressings on his face).
It was more of a coping mechanism, instead of digging his nails into his palms or holding his breath, he just…shouted. On each exhale, he let himself make noises, sometimes leaned back in the chair with his arm slung over his face, sometimes leaned forward, belly between his thighs and hands gripping his knees.
He could feel his belly bounce everytime he yelled, which was an odd feeling but surprisingly a kind of welcome one? It felt like he was doing some work instead of sitting back and watching himself go through each contraction.
That was the core of it, he thought to himself while sitting back and trying to catch his breath, the last contraction fading away. It was like he was simply having to let all this happen to him, instead of having any kind of choice in the matter. He was used to doing the work, guiding plants where they needed to go, pruning away the ugly bits, pulling the weeds. This was like throwing a fistful of seeds into the garden and hoping for the best.
“Mmh.” He grunted, shifting his hips around in the chair and wrinkling his nose underneath his elbow. “C’mon, pumpkin. Can’t you make this easy on your papa? I’m damn tired.”
There was no response this time, not even a wriggle, and he sighed deeply, palming his belly and letting his hand slide to cradle the underside of the heavy curve. “...I can’t wait to see you, pumpkin pie. But hot damn, could you hurry it up?” He chuckled a bit, taking in another deep breath and letting it out. “Those damn chickens are gonna eat up all the berries out there before I’m done with this…damn.”
The next contraction squeezed at his hips like an angry bear, and he grunted, dropping his hands to the arms of the rocker and planting his heels into the floor. Something tensed, deep inside, and his hips jerked, his face twisting into a grimace. At the same time, he felt a pop, centered between his legs just under the bottom swell of his belly, and the legs of his overalls became warm and wet.
Yanking his eyes open, he twisted and peered down at himself, his breath ragged in his chest and his belly and hips still taut with the contraction. Sure enough, his lower body was soaked, and a bit of water dripped from his pant legs onto the floor.
“Damn.” He cursed softly, making a face. That was anything but pleasant, and now his denim overalls felt heavy and gross, clinging to his thighs and backside. “...Nasty. Hahh. Okay. Alright. Mmh. Book said this was normal, we ain’t got…nothing to worry about. Just gotta clean up now. Alrighty.”
With a big sigh, he leaned hard on the armrests of the chair and got himself to his feet. He would probably feel better with a shower. At least a quick one. Luckily there should be enough water in his pump tank for a fast rinse, leaving enough for cleanup later. His nose wrinkled, the farmer quickly shuffled into his bedroom and grabbed up some comfortable clothes and his towel, moving as quickly as he dared into the bathroom to peel these clothes off and rinse himself clean.
Maybe that was a sign he was almost there.
Another contraction rocked him while he was standing under the running water, and even to his exhausted body it felt different. Grunting, he leaned hard against the cold tile and covered his eyes with one hand, the other gripping his belly tightly as he let the water hit his lower back.
The flowing water had been helping him relax until this had happened, which he probably should have expected but he’d been too distracted. Letting out a soft grunt through gritted teeth, he hissed a bit and bowed his head forward. There was so much pressure, pulsing and pressing down on his hips and pelvis, and it felt like the weight within him was moving further down. That had to be the baby, he supposed, but they felt so heavy. How was he supposed to get that out of him?
As soon as the contraction released him, Lewis quickly finished rinsing himself off, splashing water on his face and then his thighs and up between his legs, then turned off the water and groped for his towel.
Once he was mostly dried, he tugged on a loose cotton undershirt and some soft pants, leaving them untied. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt more secure being held and covered by his clothes.
Leaving his towel on the floor, he waddled out and into his bedroom, focusing on his breathing as he began prepping his space. He quickly lit a few candles with the silver lighter he’d gotten as a gift last year, wanting their golden warmth and smell to comfort him. He then spread out one of the clean blankets across the foot of his bed and crawled in, leaning back into his pillows and sighing deeply as he stretched out his legs.
“Ohhhh. Ohh, you’re just gonna kill me, ain’t you?” He mumbled, rubbing one hand across the bottom of his taut belly. “That’s been your plan all along, ain’t it been, pumpkin? Hoooo.”
Taking a couple big, deep breaths, he closed his eye and let his head lean back, trying to almost will his body to relax. This was really and truly happening, there was no backing out now, and he had told himself back all those months ago that he had to at least try. And here he was…trying his hardest.
A deep inhale, and the smell of warmth and flowers filled the room. He pursed his lips and blew out the air, sinking back into his soft pillows. He was trying. That was all anybody could ask of him, even somebody like a god or goddess. And despite being anxious and overwhelmed…he finally felt like he was somewhere close to ready for this.
Juni, of course, had followed him into his bedroom, resting up in the rafters. She smiled as she watched her farmer, wiggling her fingers and subtly making sure the room was warm enough and the candles gave off a flowery fragrance. He needed all the help she could offer at the moment, because he was close. He’d only been in labor since the morning, and the sun was only just now beginning to slide down toward the horizon. This little cabbage was more than ready to come see the world.
Inhaling the scent of flowers, Lewis reached out a hand and pressed it against the wall as his belly lurched and contracted. Feeling the solid wood under his palm helped him remain centered as the surge rolled through him. Brow furrowed, he let his eye remain closed as he worked his way through it, trying to find a semi-comfortable position as his hips squeezed and his belly tightened.
Bracing his heels on the bed, he pulled his knees up and lifted his hips off the bed just enough to shift them side to side, then grunted and let them flop back down. That was too tiring. Flopping his knees out to either side, he huffed out a breath, turning his head to the side. “Ooh. C’mon, pumpkin. C’mon.”
He was leaking. From somewhere. He wasn’t sure where, he hadn’t done any…exploring, not even when he was in the shower. But there was definitely a wetness between his legs, one that made him crinkle his nose up in discomfort. “Ugh. Damn.”
Sucking in another deep breath, he splayed his fingers out on the wall and blew out the air as slowly as he could, lips pursed. They felt like they were lasting a lot longer than they had been before… his water broke, he supposed. That was what the book had called it, anyway. Now the pressure was much deeper, and the surges of energy lasting a lot longer.
He hated that he couldn’t do anything. He was so used to doing everything himself, and now here he was, stuck on his back in bed like a turtle in the middle of the road. Letting out a soft, unamused laugh as the contraction ended, Lewis let his head relax, coming back to the center of his pillow.
He removed his hand from the wall and wiped off his forehead, then opened his eye and looked up at the ceiling. He tried to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling quickly, and both hands cradling his swollen belly.
“Goddess…if you’re anywhere close by, listening to your simple little farmer try and…and have this miracle? Can ya hurry this up?”
Juni smiled, her eyes softening. She wiggled her fingers, and the candles flickered. Lewis looked over at the one on his dresser, sitting at the foot of the bed, and he laughed again, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. “...Thought not. Thanks anyway.”
The next few contractions were the same as the ones before, long and pressing, and Lewis did his best to control his breathing and ground himself as they rolled through his body. He was thankful his bed was against the wall, not just because it was grounding when he pressed his hand to it, but it was cool, and he could roll and press his forehead to it when he felt like he was overheating.
This was harder work than turning a fallow field, some foggy part of his brain thought as he panted through a contraction. Or pulling up stumps. Or rocks. At least then you had some marker of how close you were to the task being done. Here, he had no idea. He just knew he was exhausted, sore, leaking, and hot.
Then, things shifted.
Much like they’d done shortly before his water broke, the contractions changed. They became longer, that he’d noticed, but they were also lower down, and he could feel the pressure changing. Deeper inside his pelvis, but…lower. Much, much lower.
His sounds followed suit, Lewis unconsciously groaning and almost lowing like a cow when the pressure got too much for him to handle. The sounds seemed to help, like they had with his sharp yells a few hours before. A release and focus of energy. He’d recall later that something in the back of his mind told him he sounded silly, but he reminded himself there was nobody there to hear him anyway, and he let himself moan.
Then came the urge. A slow, blooming one, like digging your nails into the dirt and pulling at the deep roots of a weed. He wanted- no, he needed to…do something. To push. To bear down.
Nose wrinkled, Lewis half sat up and huffed his way through the last of the contraction, sweat drenching the bed beneath him. As soon as he was released from the grip of the surge, he was up on his feet, leaning hard on the bedframe and wobbling over to grab up another clean sheet and the blanket he’d saved.
With shaking hands, he spread the sheet across the bottom of the bed, on top of the one he’d laid out before, then rested the blanket across the footboard. Taking a moment, he leaned his hands on the mattress and rocked back and forth, eye closed and belly swinging in between his thighs.
Juni watched with a furrowed brow, her moths fluttering at her temples. Was something wrong? Why was he on his feet?
She quickly realized why, though, as he grasped his waistband and slowly tugged down his cloth pants, stepping out of them with careful, ginger movements. There was a wet spot spreading in the middle seam, and as he moved more, shifting and rocking his hips, bits of fluid leaked down his thighs. He cursed under his breath, but climbed back into the bed, settling himself up against his pillows again and using the corner of the sheet to wipe down the inside of his legs.
When he lifted his knees and spread his knees apart, Juni gasped, lighting up. Between his legs was now an opening, and there, plain as a green sprout in the gray dirt, was a teardrop, the first glimpse of his baby’s head. She could see it. Her magic had worked after all. Now all he had to do was push the baby out.
The candles flickered again as Lewis adjusted his positioning, sitting up straighter. He smirked tiredly, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it. Hooo. Ahh-” He moaned softly as he slowly slid a hand between his legs, feeling around for the first time. When his fingertips found the opening there, with the solid mound of his baby’s head bulging underneath it, his eye popped open wide, and he gaped, jaw dropping onto his chest. “H-Holy cats. Hey. Hi there. Oh my gods.”
A contraction was pressing at his lower back, and he had to push, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Wrinkling his nose, he took a deep breath in and held it, bearing down as best he could and pressing at his opening with his fingertips. His eye started distantly up at the ceiling as he pushed, almost looking through it.
He released the push with a loud grunt only a couple seconds later, quickly sucking in another breath and curling forward as he held the breath in his throat.
It didn’t feel right, but it was a start. Letting out his breath with a soft effort sound, he shifted his hips and grabbed his knee with the other hand, trying to wriggle himself into a better position. “Hahh. Okay. Stubborn little weed. C’mon.” Another inhale, another push, this time feeling himself make a little progress. The bulge between his legs was significant, and he could feel it growing against his palm with every push and every lurch of his belly.
When the contraction ebbed and slowed, he let out the push with a big whoosh of air, flopping back against the pillows. “Okay. Okay pumpkin, now we’re talkin’. Hoo.” He blew out his air and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. “Like tuggin’ on a big ol stump that doesn’t wanna leave the ground, huh?”
Juni smiled to herself, hearing him talk to the baby. That warmed her heart, and she was sure her farmer would be okay. Not taking her eyes off of him, she waved her hand and made sure the fire stayed warm but low, the candles burning strongly.
After resting for a moment, Lewis shifted and pulled his knee toward him with his free hand, gripping behind his thigh and curling around his belly to push. As he bore down, though, it just felt wrong, and he released his effort with a grow of frustration, his leg falling back down to the bed and his freed hand grabbing the lower swell of his belly.
Inhaling, he instead let his head fall back against the pillow and scrunched up his face, puffing his cheeks as he held his breath to push. His hips twitched, and he groaned unhappily as he felt some fluid escaping, but it didn’t feel like he’d found the right placement for his effort.
Letting go to pant through the rest of the contraction, he planted his heels on the bed and rocked his hips side to side instead, his hand tucked between his legs and not moving. He traced the outline of the baby’s head, prodded a bit at the opening, and breathed, trying to center himself.
His next rest came, and the farmer grabbed the edge of the bed and hauled himself upright, slowly wiggling himself up onto his knees. Shifting side to side, he tried to straighten out the sheet underneath him, but quickly gave it up, simply sitting back on his heels and tucking his hand back between his legs.
It was comforting to feel the baby there as he worked. He knew he just had to find the right angle, and figure out the right muscles to use, and he’d be able to help the little one along. Even as it was, pushing felt way better than just being swept along by contractions he could do nothing about.
When the surge crashed around him, he closed his eye, took in a deep breath, and curled around his belly, sinking low with his knees apart. In this position, he could sense better where he was supposed to be pushing, and his heart leaped as he felt his baby’s head bulging against his palm, the teardrop opening getting bigger. It had to be the size of a silver piece.
Releasing his push with a deep, growling effort sound, Lewis stroked the spot with his fingertips, panting as he tried to get his breath back. “Hahh…ahh, there you are. Okay now, time to come out, you stubborn little stump.”
Licking his lips, he pushed again before the contraction had time to recede, but when it finally faded and he let go of his push, he groaned softly in the back of his throat, hips twitching, as he felt the baby slowly receding back in a bit. “No, nonono. C’mon. Work with me here, pumpkin. C’mon.”
It felt like the contractions were mostly on top of each other now, with only a few moments of rest in between. Cursing to himself, Lewis wished he’d brought water in to drink, he was as thirsty as a fox in a drought.
The next contraction came crashing through him, and he grunted, leaning his shoulder against the wall by his bed and lifting one knee up a little bit as he pushed. Fluid dripped from between his fingers, and he surprised himself with just how loud his noises became. They helped, though. Helped keep him centered and grounded, and let go of the energy he didn’t need for pushing.
Juni was also quietly impressed with her farmer. She could tell he was exhausted, but he didn’t seem to be flagging at all, even as the contractions continued to crash over him with almost no breaks. He just kept pushing, one knee held up, then sitting back on his heels, then a few leaned forward with one hand on the bed. Always, he kept one hand tucked between his legs, feeling his baby coming forward. There was already love building and swirling in the room as her farmer worked to birth his miracle baby, she could feel it.
Lewis took in a few big, gasping breaths as he rested, knowing the next contraction was already on its way. He rubbed his forehead on his shirtsleeve, then bowed his head forward, rocking into the hand on the bed and then back into his hips and his heels. The pressure in his pelvis was incredible, but it was a good kind of incredible. With every one of his pushes he could feel his baby working down, settling into his hips, ready to make their way into the world.
Another big inhale, and he was pushing again, back arched and belly taut under his loose shirt. He grunted, teeth bared, then gasped, his jaw dropping open. The hand once pressing on his mattress raised up so only fingertips touched the sheet, fingers trembling.
Something was changing.
“Oh. Oh-oh-oh-” Lewis gasped out, voice strained, and rocked his hips forward, slowly straightening his back. A burn, firey and intense, spread between his thighs, and his fingers parted around the emerging head.
Juni craned her neck, grabbing onto the rafter to lean out as far as she could, but she couldn’t see. Something was happening, though. His sounds hadn’t changed much since he’d started pushing, not until now. Was this it?
Forcing himself to inhale through his nose and blow it out again, Lewis carefully shifted back onto his heels, then leaned his shoulder against the wall and grabbed at the bed as he moved his legs from under him, all but falling back onto his butt. Legs spread, fingers cradling either side of the head, Juni could finally see. He was crowning.
Lewis panted hard as he leaned back against the pillows, stretching his legs out and then fitfully pulling them back up toward him again. “Oh burn. Oh burn burn burn…” He let his jaw fall to his chest, panting deeply and trying not to panic.
The candles flickered, he smelled flowers on his inhale, and he remembered. The book had said something about this, it had talked about ‘the ring of fire’, the burning sensation of stretch around the new baby’s head.
Slowly, Lewis calmed, stroking around the baby’s head with shaking fingertips and trying to let himself rest. He pulled deep inhales through his nose and blew them out through pursed lips, letting his eye fall closed.
As the contraction petered out, he let himself give a small pulse of a push, grunting softly and massaging around the baby’s head. This time, it stayed there, not receding back inside. A small smile flickered on his face, and he resettled his hips a bit, pushing his shirt up and off of his belly with his free hand.
“Hahh…you stay right there, pumpkin…we’re gonna have you out in no time…” He whispered, licking his lips and trying to rest.
The next contraction came with little warning, crashing into his hips and lower back. With a grunt, Lewis pulled one knee to his chest and filled his lungs, bearing down and growling roughly. The head was coming, just slowly. But it was coming.
A shudder ran up and down his spine as he took a gasping breath and bore down again, feeling the baby’s head beginning to emerge, as slow as a snail, under his fingers. Juni blinked back tears as she leaned as far out of the rafters as she dared, watching the head ease further and further out into her farmer’s waiting hand.
The contraction crested, and Lewis’s hips twitched as he gave a loud, fierce grunt. Like a cork from a bottle, the baby’s head suddenly slid free, all the way up to the jawline. Lewis gasped, hips raised up off of the bed, and his eye popped open, his neck craning to try to see over the mound of his belly. He stroked the baby’s forehead, felt their eyebrows and chubby cheeks, their tiny ears, all damp and dripping, and a smile broke out across his face.
“Mmh.” With a soft, relaxed grunt, Lewis gave one more small pulse of a push as he lowered his hips down, and the baby’s head finally slid all the way free, up to their neck. There they rested between his thighs, cheeks squished and forehead furrowed.
“Hey. Hey there, pumpkin…” the exhausted father murmured, peeking at the baby and stroking their features with his fingertips. He could barely see, but they felt fine, just…damp and warm and squishy. There was so much fluid, too, he was glad he’d put down the blankets and sheets.
Juni was crying. She’d never tell anybody that part. She used the ends of her braids to wipe the tears from her cheeks, beaming down at the beautiful sight. She’d always celebrated births from her followers, but this one was something special. A little mistake that turned into something truly blessed.
The contraction wasn’t seeming to let up, Lewis’s belly remaining taut and clenched. Taking a big inhale, Lewis gave an experimental push, seeing if he could get things moving again. However, all that happened for his effort was a big gush of fluid escaping from around the baby’s neck, and he grimaced. “Ugh…c’mon now.”
Grasping the sheet, he used the end to wipe his inner thighs clean, then tossed it back down onto the bed, sighing deeply. It was normal, but it still made him uncomfortable.
The baby was wriggling now, shifting, and Lewis grumbled, his hips twitching. Leaning up on one elbow a bit, he inhaled and tucked his chin to his chest, his hand still reaching down to cradle the baby’s head and feel his progress.
With the aid of Lewis’s pushing, first one shoulder slipped free into his hand, then the other. Lewis gasped in a deep breath, then grunted, curling as far forward as he dared as he pushed. He watched in a haze of effort and exhaustion as his baby slid out up their chest, then wriggled and popped free, sliding onto the bed between his thighs.
Gasping for breath, Lewis immediately sat up and grabbed his baby, stretching his legs out and flopping back onto the pillows as he tucked the tiny body to his upper stomach, then eased them up onto his chest. As he moved them, the baby began to cry, soft, gurgly wails, and he rubbed their back in disbelief.
As the baby stretched and kicked their legs, stretching out their cramped limbs, Lewis realized. He’d had a little girl.
Blinking his eye in amazement, he looked her over, stroking a hand over the top of her wrinkled little head. She looked…like a shriveled up pumpkin you’d left out in the sun too long, or a grape that was turning into a raisin. She was red, shriveled up, and had his scrunchy little nose.
Lewis blinked, surprised at how…scrunchy she looked, then began to laugh, both at himself for thinking that about his baby and in pure amazement at what had just happened. His heart swelled and seemed to fill his chest, and he let his head fall back against the pillows. He stroked his daughter’s back and held her close to his heart, his other hand grasping at her tiny reaching fingers and letting them wrap around his own.
She was here, and she was his, and he already loved her.
Juni slowly let herself float down to the floor of the little cottage, a huge smile on her face and her hands clasped by her heart. He’d done it. She watched as he pressed a kiss to the top of the little baby’s head, soothing her crying and beginning to talk to her.
Slowly, she took a few steps out of the room, then turned and darted right out the window and down the path to the end gate. With a touch of her fingers, she lit the candle in the lantern at the end of the drive, then whooshed herself off on the summer breeze toward the sleepy little village. She had a baker and doctor to visit, give them some old woman needling that she’d heard a baby crying.
The spring continued, the flowers bloomed, the animals awoke, and the fruits grew big and fat and juicy. As the months began to grow much hotter, signaling the arrival of the longest days, Juni prepared herself for a visit to her little farmer.
She hadn’t been to see him since the baby had been born. She’d…gotten into a bit of hot water about the blessing, but once it had been revealed that everything was fine and everyone was healthy, that her magic had worked well, she’d been let off the hook. However, just to stay under the radar, she’d kept away from spying on the farm, as much as she wanted to.
However, she figured now was a good time to go see them again.
She let herself down onto the road heading into the valley village, waving her hand and feeling her back stoop, her moth friends change into hair combs, and watching her braids turn grey. She crafted herself a basket out of the nearby green grasses, then slowly headed down the road toward the village.
She heard the house before she saw it. The sound of a soft voice singing, some chickens clucking, and the mix of a couple babies cooing- a goat and a human.
When she rounded the corner and took in the farmhouse, a huge smile spread across her face before she could catch it.
There was her farmer Lewis, on his knees in the dirt like he usually was- but on his back, tied up in a colorful cloth sling, was his baby girl, chubby and round and healthy. She peeked over his shoulder and waved a chubby hand in the sunny air, then brought it down and patted at her papa’s scarred face.
He laughed softly and turned his head to kiss at her hand, pretending to eat her fingers, and she laughed, giving him a gummy smile. Nearby, all three of Lewis’s chickens scratched and pecked at the grass, and a small white goat walked around the edge of the house on knobbly legs.
As Juni approached and Lewis caught sight of her, he nodded in her direction and gave her a smile, waving one hand in the air. “Hello ma’am! Apples are ready on the trees to your left, take your fill!”
Juni raised a hand in thanks, smiling at them both, and the little baby kicked her feet in her wrap, lifting her head (covered in beautiful hair, Juni noted proudly to herself) and beaming. Lewis chuckled and wiggled, bouncing her in the sling a bit. “Say hello, pumpkin!”
The baby squealed, the sound careening off of the side of the house and lighting up the farm just as much as the sunshine, and Juni laughed, waving her hand and blowing them a couple of kisses. “Thank you!” She called back, turning the corner toward the front of the house.
There, carved on the post by the lantern, where the concrete step still lay for receiving groceries and deliveries, was intricately carved two things- a cabbage and a moth. Juni stopped and looked at them a moment, then chuckled to herself, continuing down the path with a grin on her face.
As she stopped briefly to pick an apple, she thought for a moment, then beamed and took a big bite, heading further down the path to the village.
This truthfully had been her finest harvest.
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bradshawsbaby · 5 months
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My Bee! ✨💛🧡♥️ Is your door still open for Trick Or Treat-ers?? 🎃
Of course! Happy Halloween, sweet friend! I hope you don’t mind a little glimpse into the future with an older Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw! 🥰
“Here you are, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Bradley grinned as he lowered himself beside you on the front steps of your home, handing you a new bag of candy to pour into the large plastic bowl you had resting on your lap.
“Why thank you, Captain Bradshaw,” you teased in return, smiling at your husband as you tore open the bag, stealing a small piece of chocolate for yourself before you replenished the bowl for the trick-or-treaters.
Bradley wasn’t as subtle—he reached over and grabbed a fistful of candy, tearing open a bag of mini M&Ms before you could slap it out of his hands.
“Bradley Bradshaw!” you scolded, trying very hard to mask the look of amusement on your face as you glared at the extremely childish man you had married.
“What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he poured the contents of another bag of M&Ms into his mouth like it was nothing.
“These are for the trick-or-treaters, not for you,” you laughed, swatting at his hand as he tried to reach for more. “If you’re hungry, there’s still plenty of granola and fruit inside. Very heart healthy.”
“Ugh, getting old sucks,” Bradley pouted, sighing dramatically as he rested a hand on your knee.
“You’re telling me,” you lamented, running a hand through your hair, which was now streaked liberally with strands of gray.
“You’re not getting old, honey. Just aging like fine wine,” your husband grinned, leaning over to give you a tender kiss.
“Sure, we’ll go with that,” you chuckled, the laugh lines around your mouth and eyes deepening as you smiled.
Bradley opened his mouth to respond, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of small voices babbling excitedly as they hurried up your walkway.
“Well look what we have here, baby!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, smiling at the sweet faces that were beaming up at the two of you. “A princess, a dinosaur, a skeleton, and a ladybug!”
“Wow!” you cooed, your heart warming at the sight of the precious little ones standing before you. “Very impressive!”
“Trick-or-treat!” they chorused, holding up their little pumpkin buckets, already filled nearly to the brim.
You and Bradley filled their buckets with a few pieces of candy each, laughing in delight as they whooped and cheered excitedly.
“Happy Halloween,” you told them brightly, waving as they turned and hurried back to their parents after thanking you and Bradley sweetly.
Sighing softly, you set the bowl of candy down on the step beside you and turned to look at Bradley. “Don’t you miss it? Having little ones like that?”
Bradley’s eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I do,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. “Our kids were pretty damn adorable when they were that small.”
Halloween had always been a big affair in your household, but it was quieter now that Goose and Lydia were away at college, and James wanted to spend all his time with his high school buddies. You and Bradley were still learning how to adjust to this new phase of your lives.
“It makes me happy, seeing all the trick-or-treaters,” you murmured softly, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “It makes me think about all the wonderful times we had when the kids were growing up.”
“It really was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Bradley whispered, rubbing soft circles on your back. “Damn, I miss our babies being babies.”
“Me, too,” you admitted, getting a little teary-eyed as you thought more about it.
The two of you were quiet for a couple minutes before Bradley broke the silence with a low chuckle.
“C’mon now, we don’t want to scare the trick-or-treaters away. A couple of oldies sitting on their front porch, crying into the candy,” he joked gently, lightening the mood.
“Who are you calling old? I thought we were aging like fine wine,” you smirked, poking him in the side.
“You are,” Bradley insisted, grinning as he bumped his nose against yours, his mustache tickling your upper lip. “I’m not so sure about me.”
“Oh, shut up, you’re still as sexy as the day I met you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Just then, you heard soft giggles and a few cleared throats. Turning your heads, you and your husband found that there was a new group of children standing at the bottom of your steps.
“Um, trick-or-treat?”
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gingerjolover · 5 months
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pumpkin patch/fall date with phoebe and maxine! please!
y'all know the fucking vibes ok so
just blurbed about pumpkin carving with julien (julien and soft!gf def meet up with y'all towards the end of the day to get their pumpkins but before all that)
but y’all are like taking a little fall trip in nashville or maybe you’re in LA who knows
pheebs is def in like an all back maxi something with boots and if we are doing black cat and golden retrieve vibes, i feel you’d be in a more autumnal outfit
y’all definitely are checking out all of the foods stands and the small market first
getting various jams and fall treats
in my version of this pumpkin patch/fall farm, there is a section with animal costumes for pets and you guys spend so much time discussing maxine’s costume
“bro she could be a bumble bee🥹”
“don’t call me bro oh my god look,” you start to be sassy back but you see a small collar and a neck tie, “maxi! you could be mommy for halloween🥹”
i feel like this where y’all would find the sheep costume that she wore at boogenius
with various apple butters and more than one costume for maxine y’all finally go out to the farm part
maybe pick your own apples or something
and then you get a on an afternoon hayride, maxine is sitting on your lap, she has a little knitted sweater on because it’s chilly and phoebe is taking SO many pics because “you and mama look so cute”
maxine is so popular on the hayrides, everyone wanting to pet her but you’re like “she’s kinda skittish so be careful,” and it just warms phoebes heart
eventually y’all get to the pumpkins, meeting up with julien and her partner
julien is like “we need four pumpkins in case we mess up the jack o lanterns,” which phoebe is like omg “babe we should get an extra just in case” and you and julien’s gf look at each other like “are they fucking kidding?”
maxine is crawling all over the small pumpkins, and you’re holding her leash watching her
phoebe is taking pics of you guys, eventually getting you both to pose in the patch “smile with mama maxi!” she will say so sweetly and you’re like holy fuck marry me pls
i feel like as it gets darker phoebe will pick maxine up and hold her in the baby carrier on her chest, both holding hands as you pull the rent-a-wagon to the car full of pumpkins
after you load up the car you walk back through all the halloween lights and grab some dinner, sitting on a picnic bench, stealing kisses between bites
def takes a pic of y’all under the orange lights and you’re holding a lil pumpkin and she’s biting your cheek lol
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greghatecrimes · 3 months
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Halloween prompt: House takes baby!Thirteen out trick or treating for the first time
hehe, I love this prompt! ty Jet for submitting it <3
House isn't much of a holiday person. But even he can't deny that Halloween is objectively the best holiday of them all, especially now that he has a kid (and a cute kid at that). Free candy to mooch from just from walking around the block? Sign him up.
Thirteen is dressed in the costume she insisted upon: a huge, round jack-o-lantern, with some adjustments made to make the face properly scary looking. (which Bee/oddlittlestories did a drawing of!!) she's pretty chatty for her age, and House has spent the past few days drilling her on how to say "trick or treat" as adorably as possible. She's practiced and got it down-pat. She's so ready for this. She's going to be the cutest kid in all of fucking Plainsboro.
First stop of the night is Wilson's apartment (of course). House carries Thirteen up to the doorstep and is giving her a pep talk. "You remember what we practiced, right? I knock on the door, I'll put you down, the door opens– that's when you hit 'em with the big guns. You remember what to say?" Thirteen nods. (Of course she does, she's his kid and she's smart as a whip. He's confident.) "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Knock 'em dead."
House knocks on the door, sets her down on the ground, takes one step back. He can hear muffled footsteps from inside. The door opens, and he sees the silhouette of Wilson holding a bowl full of candy. Before he can say anything, Thirteen throws her arms up, jumps towards him, and shouts "ROAR!" at the top of her little lungs.
House puts his head in his hands (but he's laughing behind them). When he looks up, Wilson is feigning terror as Thirteen toddles towards him, the giant pumpkin costume wobbling adorably with each step. "I got you, Jimmy!"
"What happened to 'trick-or-treat'?" House asks.
Wilson crouches down to Thirteen's height, and then pretends to be knocked aside when she gently baps him with one little hand. "I think she decided that SHE wanted to be both the trick and the treat."
"Yeah!" Thirteen grins and points to her costume. "Look, Jimmy! Scary!" (but of course she can't say her R's yet).
"Absolutely terrifying." House agrees. "But hey, Lucky Thirteen. Don't you want to show Jimmy what we practiced?"
"What you practiced?" Wilson raises a brow.
Thirteen frowns. "Not scary."
"You can be as blood-curdlingly horrifying as you want after we get some candy."
Thirteen brightens again. "Okay!" Without hesitation, she holds out her fabric candy basket and looks up at Wilson with the most adorable little smile he's ever seen. "T'ick o' t'eat!" (To her credit, she enunciates well for her age, minus those damn R's).
"Oh my god." Wilson looks up at House with an expression that's half-horrified, half-intrigued. House grins. "You trained her. Like a dog."
"T'ick o' t'eat!" Thirteen repeats, and pushes her basket against Wilson's knee. "Candy?"
"She's not a dog, Wilson. She's a finely tuned magnet for all the candy in Plainsboro."
"Yes, you can have some candy," Wilson assures Thirteen. He reaches for the discarded bowl and pulls out a small handful to drop into her basket. Looking back up at House, he says, "You are terrible. I expect a cut of no less than thirty percent of your earnings."
"Save me the Reese's in that bowl and we have a deal."
Thirteen ends up trying to scare people at almost half of the houses, but she's so adorable that she's showered with candy regardless. By the end of the night they've got enough to last them weeks.
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little-pup-pip · 2 months
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Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]
Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!
Ibara saegusa (enstars)
Monochrome oranges cats and angels
Gloomy bear
Another rockruff (maybe)
Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)
Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)
Jake (trailer park warlock)
Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)
Bear therian
Selkie
Ice bear (we bare bears)
Tubbo (maybe)
Snow leopard
Pink
Australian shepherd (pupre)
Cassie (fnaf: ruin)
Draik (neopets)
The rainbow fish
Black kitten + space
Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)
Alice in wonderland
Sheep
Someone's OC Avery & siblings
Gothic
Star catcher (MLP)
Masc version of my druid board
Scrooge CG (2009 film)
Beetlejuice
Superstar daycare (fnaf)
1950s + ocean
Pandas + light purple and black
Dandelions
Willy wonka CG (recent movie)
Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)
Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz
Fruit bat
Mermaid
Pastel purple + pandas
Robocar Poli
Brown, lime green and forest green puppy
Weird Barbie CG
Shiny Vaporeon
Where the wild things are
Squid
Dylan (the magic roundabout)
Conner CG (Detroit become human)
Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)
Minecraft mooshrooms
Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)
Hot Wheels
Miffy
Fox
Sharks
Zombies
Vincent (dead plate)
Vintage kitty dreaming
Deadpool
Shane CG (stardew valley)
Wolf pup
Celestia and Luna (MLP)
Soft blue and yellow
Pascal (animal crossing)
Pastel blue and pink
Batman CG
Ram
Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)
Dylan (the quarry)
Rain/nature + white rabbits
Ox
Penguin + dinosaur
Noah (total drama island)
Vision CG (marvel)
Light blue
Bumble bees + lavender
Yellow + ducks
Bearded vulture
Barn owl
Queen barb (trolls world tour)
Oliver (vocaloid)
Light green light brown and beige
Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)
Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)
Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies
Seam CG (deltarune)
Plants vs zombies
Viktor (arcane)
Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)
John Constantine (Justice League Dark)
Aziraphale (good omens)
Scenecore
Musa (winx club)
Leap frog
Hyper feminine puppy
Crow + black cat
Totodile + bodies of water
Bees
Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody
Baby crocodile
Animal crossing
Pastel kitten
Doki doki literature club
Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)
90s grunge
Tula tones (novi stars)
Eevee + dragons
Kitten + stars
Ratchet (rescue bot academy)
Pastel shark
Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)
Mushrooms
Grey + Ross federman youtooz
Sparkly dragon
Blue and purple + puppies
Ducks + alt/Gothic lean
Cinnamoroll
Shadow (sonic)
Jellyfish
Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')
Puppet (fnaf)
Golden retriever + yellow and blue
Bernese mountain dog
Strawberries
Genshin impact
Len or Miku
Toothless (httyd)
Eddworld
Donnie (rise of the tmnt)
The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich
Pastel goth princess
SpongeBob
Karako Pierot (hiveswap)
Young Michael Afton
Soft fox
Great pyrenees + farm
Ike eveland
Invader Zim + neon green
Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)
Scorpion
Vampire squid
Golden retriever (again, lol)
Cats + playing outside
Border Collie
Tiger
Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 
Pochacco
Mortal Kombat
marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)
Puppy + SpongeBob
characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.
Baby vulture
Frog with more fem themes
Rain world/slugcat
Dark academia/cottagecore
Border Collie
Modded smash hit rooms
Crying child (fnaf)
Agent Smith CG (the matrix)
Katamari
Enjolras (les miserable)
Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)
Bugbo
Slime rancher
Puppet (fnaf)
CosMc's
Parado (Kamen Rider)
Tally hall
Gordon (all engines go)
Spinel (Steven universe)
Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)
Rockabilly (probably)
Felix Lee
Jing yuan CG (Hsr)
Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)
Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)
Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)
Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)
17th century dutch
Sirena von boo (monster high)
Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)
Minecraft
Sees behind trees
Allay (Minecraft, I think)
Spinosaurus screenshots or products
Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)
Barbara (genshin impact)
Tasmanian devil
Spamton CG (deltarune)
Spinosaurus
Grunge + lop eared bunnies
Yume-Nikki
Daxter (jak and daxter)
Madness combat for puppies
James Sunderland (silent Hill)
Shirokuma (Danganronpa)
Leo (IDW comic)
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karmic-vibes · 1 year
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If I Can Dream
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22 - Answer’s Gonna Come Somehow
art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr / lazyjunebug on twitter. these specific panels are from the digital zine juno posted. go buy and support!!!!! there’s so many phenomenal works in there and it’ll warm your little heart.
cw: n/a :)
Year: 1995
“And what’s that?” Bobby pointed to Dustin’s book.
“That’s a character guide,” Dustin smiled.
“And that?”
“Guide to NPCs.”
“What’s an NPC?”
“Non-playable character,” Dustin chuckled.
“And those?”
“Villains. Bobbs, did you know that your papa is a dungeon master? He knows a lot more about this stuff than I do.”
“Whoa, really!”
“Yes, really.”
“And what’s the game called again?”
“DnD.”
“Got it. Papa!”
Bobby ran from her play room into the living room. Eddie was sitting on the couch, completing the finishing details for the campaign he’d be running later that day. Bobby crashed into the couch and rested her chin on the arm rest. 
“Papa?”
“Hi, pumpkin,” Eddie smiled.
“What’s D-n-D?”
Eddie’s eyes shot open as he looked to his little girl. He set down his pencil and notepad as he slid to his knees. He braced his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“Bobby Judas, my sweet, sweet girl. I need to tell you, with every fiber of my being, that this is the best day of my life.”
Bobby smiled proudly as her father whisked her into his lap and explained what he was doing with his latest campaign. She reclined back onto him as she was sucked into the enchanting fantasy world.
“And what’s your character, papa?”
“I was initially a bard, but since becoming dungeon master, I’ve been a vampire—Kas—Vecna’s second lieutenant.”
“What’s daddy?”
“Daddy doesn’t have a character.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno, pumpkin.”
“Daddy!” She yelled.
Steve’s ears rang at his daughter’s shrill shriek echoed throughout the house. He dried his hands on a rouge dish towel and wandered off to find the hell spawn.
“Yes, Bobby?”
“How come you don’t have a DnD character?” she asked.
“Because I don’t play.”
“But why not?”
“I never really understood it.” He shrugged and tussled her hair.
“Hey,” she whined.
“Oh, sorry, bug, I forgot you had hair clips in. Here, let me fix them.” He knelt to her height and unclipped her barrettes, promptly fixing them. “Better?”
“Mhmm.” She kicked her legs, accidentally knocking Eddie’s knees and shins.
“Ow, Bobbs, be careful, please,” Eddie said.
“Sorry, papa. So, do I have a character?”
“You do, actually,” Eddie smiled proudly. “On your first birthday, we threw you a DnD themed party where everyone came dressed as their characters. Since you didn’t have one yet, I made you one.”
“What am I‽” She gasped.
“You, my dear, are a first level Neutral Good Human Paladin.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you are destined to be the best person you could possibly be. You’re adaptable and take adventure seriously—I noticed all that when you were a baby, and I still stand by it.”
“Papa, can I play with you guys tonight?”
“I can ask the rest of The Party, but there shouldn’t be any issue, pumpkin. Dustin!”
“Yeah?” he hollered back.
“Why’re you still in my daughter’s playroom? Come here, please!”
“What?” He asked, running down the stairs. “Everything okay?”
“No, Henderson, why would you introduce my child to DnD?” Steve asked, hands resting on his hips. “Now it’s two against one,” he teased.
“Ignore him,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Would you mind if Bee joined us during our campaign tonight?”
“No, not at all. What would she be doing?”
“Well, I’ll start her off as second in command as dungeon master, then when it’s safe enough, we’ll work her in. Does that sound good, Bobbs?”
“Yeah!”
“Wonderful.”
“Does this mean it’s gonna be more tame?”
“Please,” Eddie scoffed, “as if my hell spawn couldn’t handle my sadistic campaign. Who do you think I raised?”
By four o’clock, the entirety of The Party arrived at the Harrington residence for an early dinner, prepared by Steve. The boys (and Bobby) dug in and by five o’clock, the game had started. Eddie lugged Bobby into his lap and leaned back in his masters thrown.
“Bee, you may begin,” he said.
In the deepest, gruffest voice she could muster up, Bobby leaned forward, only eyes peering over the master guide, and she set the scene for the campaign. Her voice changed with each character, however, sputtering a bit whenever she couldn’t pronounce something. Eddie would match whatever voice or tone she was putting on and sound out the words with her.
When Eddie knew it was safe for Bobby’s character to enter, he sat his daughter down in her own chair and set the stage to introduce her. He flipped his locks back and smiled proudly at his little twin.
“As you clear the luscious green hills after conquering the stampede of trolls, you encounter a lone traveler. Human, state your name and class,” Eddie announced.
“I’m Bonnie Priest, a level one, pala… pala… papa, help, please…” She leaned forward in her chair, kicking her legs aimlessly.
“Paladin,” he whispered.
“Level one paladin!” she cheered. “And I’m ready to defeat Vecna!”
Eddie quietly chuckled as he admired his daughter’s spirits. As she continued with her opening speech, he whispered, “that’s my girl.”
Unfortunately, the night came to an end quicker than usual, as Bobby’s bedtime approached faster than most assumed. Steve entered the basement at eight sharp to collect Bobby and get her ready for bed. With much protest, he managed to get Eddie to wrap up the one-shot and persuade the spawn upstairs.
But as soon as Steve scooped her up in his arms, she was dozing off within seconds. Eddie was left to say goodbye to The Party as Steve was doing Bobby’s nighttime routine. When it came to her bedtime story, she refused to sleep until Eddie read to her.
“Pumpkin, you’ve spent all night with papa—I’ve missed you. We usually have our movie and coloring night tonight. Can’t daddy read you a story to make up for it?”
“But papa does voices,” She pouted.
“I can do voices too. What do you want to read? Just tell me what you want, and if you don’t like it, then I’ll get papa, okay?”
“Okay…”
“What do you want to read?”
“Tell Tale Heart.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again…”
“Alright, I’ll grab it.”
While Steve put in a valiant effort, Bobby still demanded to be read to by Eddie. For days to come, Bobby clung to Eddie more than usual, taking a particular interest in his hobbies.
One day, when Steve was stuck at work, Eddie picked Bobby up from school on his own. He sent her into the den to complete her homework—he was over in the next room plucking his guitar and scribbling down new lyrics. When she was finished, she wandered in and sat at Eddie’s feet.
“Hi, pumpkin,” he smiled.
“Can I play?” she asked.
“You can try,” he chuckled. “It may be a bit too big for you, but go for it.”
He handed the acoustic guitar over to her, sitting behind her to hold it and guide her hands. While her strumming was deafening, Eddie still egged her on, not wanting her to give up on any potential hobbies.
“You know, daddy used to sing to you before you were born,” Eddie said.
“Did he?”
“Oh, yeah, it was horrific.”
“Was it?” Bobby giggled.
“No, it wasn’t bad,” Eddie smiled. “God, he has loved you since day one, pumpkin.”
“You didn’t?” she pouted.
“No, of course I did, but… I dunno… I initially never wanted kids, but daddy? He wanted like five of them. He was so excited when he found out I was pregnant. But me? Lord, I was terrified. I love you more than life itself, Bobbs, but I was so, unbelievably scared at first.”
“That’s okay, papa. Babies are scary.”
“Yes, they are,” he laughed.
“Hello?” Steve called, walking through the front door.
“Hi, honey,” Eddie beamed.
“Hi, daddy!” Bobby cheered, storming the door and attacking him with hugs.
“Oh, bug, it’s only been like eight hours,” he chuckled.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, pumpkin. What’re you doing? Playing guitar with papa?”
“Mhmm!”
“Learn anything?”
“Not yet.”
“But she’s getting there,” Eddie added. “Just a little more practice and she’ll be a pro.”
The family went about their evening as normal, ending with the boys putting Bobby to bed with a story of her choosing. Once she was sound asleep, they headed back downstairs to tidy up before hitting the hay themselves. As Steve washed the dishes, and Eddie scrubbed the counters, Steve let out a heavy sigh.
“Hey, Eds?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think… have you noticed… uh…”
“Uh? What’s wrong, Stevie?”
“Do you think Bee’s been a bit, I dunno… off lately?”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s just been bouncing from hobby to hobby. A lot more than most kids her age do.”
“So? She’s just curious.”
“No, Eds, what I’m…” Steve trailed off.
“What?”
“I think she has either ADHD or ADD…”
“Why do you say that?”
“Think about it, Eddie. Her grades have been slipping a bit, she had that weird stint with a temper last year, and now she’s trying to take on a million new hobbies at once. Her brain is going a million miles a minute.“
“So? I was that same way when I was a kid.”
“And you graduated high school three years late.”
“Yeah, alright, you make a good point,” he sighed. “What do you want to do about it?”
“I think we should take her to see someone… or at least start with talking to her teachers to see how she’s focusing and participating in class.”
“If you think it’s necessary, then I say let’s go for it. After all, this is your line of work.”
“Sorta.”
“Closer than mine,” Eddie shrugged. “But, Stevie, even if she has ADHD, would you really want her to be on medication so young? I mean, she’s barely seven.”
“I mean, kids can start taking small doses of medication as young as six. There’s a lot of research in this. I think it would be more beneficial to treat her and hopefully benefit her in the long run than to keep her off it.”
“If you say so…”
Several weeks passed and after a lot of conversation with several professionals, Bobby was eventually diagnosed with combined type ADHD. To accommodate both the boy’s wishes, she was initially placed in both behavioral therapy to try and gain control over some of her outbursts, then if that failed, they’d move on to medication.
Bobby wasn’t taking the treatment as well as they boys had hoped. She always threw a fit whenever they brought her in for her weekly appointments. She said that she felt like an outcast—a freak—and that was the last thing Eddie wanted for her.
Steve tried explaining that it was totally normal for some kids needing extra help in school, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. Instead, she barely spoke or even participated in her treatment sessions, so the boys were left with no choice but to start medication.
“I hate this,” Eddie sighed. “I really, really hoped she wouldn’t get any of my bad traits.”
“Bad traits? Ed, honey, it’s not a ‘bad trait’… she just learns a bit differently than others, and that’s okay. It’s normal.”
“She said she feels like a freak, Steve,” he teared up. “I grew up as the freak. Hell, even you, my own husband, used to call me a freak. I never wanted that for her.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a freak, Ed. Hell, I was labeled a ‘King’, and now I’m nothing but a lowly social worker. But you? Eds, you have albums out, you open for huge bands, and you’ve been on tour. There’s worse things to be than a ‘freak’.”
“I guess so,” he sighed. “I just know the feeling and it sucks. Kids are so mean. I just hope no one’s being mean to her at her new school.”
“If they are, then we pull her completely and just home-school her. At least that way you’ll be able to tour again,” Steve teased.
“Pfft, please. I’d rather her stay in school.”
“Why?”
“So she gets socialized and makes friends. At her age, it’s more important than traveling.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve took a sip of his coffee before glancing at the time and choking on his gulp. “Shit, we haven’t gotten her up yet. She’s gonna be late.”
“Fuck, I’ll get her. You start breakfast. Go, team, go!”
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OmegaVerse Nicknames for Designations
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Alpha’s
•Sweetheart
•Prince Charming
•Bae
•Muffin
•Cutie Pie
•Baby Cakes
•Cinnamon Roll
•Sexy
•Daddy
•Casanova
•Hottie
•Hot Stuff
•Hercules
•Heart Stopper
•Pup
•Tiger
•Sugar
•Mi Amore
•Viking
•Pooh Bear
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Beta’s
•Baby Boy
•Babe
•Amore
•Romeo
•My Love
•Treasure
•Beloved
•Lover Boy
•Love Bug
•Sweetie
•Sweet Cheeks
•Honey Bun
•Doll
•Dumpling
•Sweet Thang
•Cupcake
•Stud Muffin
•Fire Cracker
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Omega’s
•Princess
•Precious
•Little One
•Butter Cup
•Angel
•Baby Doll
•Mi Corazon
•Darling
•Gorgeous
•Bunny
•Kitten/Kitty
•Sweetness
•Angel Eyes
•Sweet Pea
•Sugar
•Rose Bud
•Sun Shine
•Button
•Peach
•Pumpkin
•Dove
•Bambi
•Little Lamb
•Pet
•Honey Bee
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