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HELIOTROPES: A SIDE STORY

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding, brief mention of alcoholism and implied child abuse (not to reader), totally unedited (didn't have time! sorry!) reminder that segment list is on the masterlist if needed!

notes: THE BDAY SIDE STORY IS HERE, sorry i couldn't get it out on time i've been so busy i literally did not have the time to format or do anything sobs but i hope u guys enjoy because i had so much fun writing it. i originally came up with the idea for milk's bday a few weeks ago hehe. i rlly love it because it gives more background into reader and some of my fav segments (minus theta </3 he didn't make it in this one. but perhaps i shall do a christmas side story and make him the star).

THREE TIMES THE SEGMENTS MET YOU WITHOUT REALIZING IT, AND ONE TIME THEY DID.

I. THE KAPPA SEGMENT & THE EPSILON SEGMENT; READER, AGE 6

You were cold. Soft puffs of air left your lips, shaky and weak. You were curled up in a ball on the ground, and a part of you knew that you needed to move but you couldn’t bring yourself to, your limbs felt as if they were iced to the ground—maybe they were, you could barely even pry your eyes open to check.

The storm had died down, brief and brutal as they usually were, but you had been unable to find shelter before it hit. The town had to be close, you could hear people leaving their homes to fix up their properties from destruction of the harsh winds. It was only a matter of time before someone spotted you curled up on the ground, you were wearing a bright purple cloak. Your mother would find you, she would come to your rescue, she’d bring you home and make some hot cocoa for you just like you guys used to do during the bad storms before your father left for Fontaine City.

It felt like an eternity. It might’ve been an eternity, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was that everything was cold, and you felt sluggish and slow, and you were starting to struggle to breathe because the air felt like icicles scraping at your lungs. You were tired, you could feel yourself falling asleep but living on the northern border, you knew better—you had to make it somewhere warm before you fell asleep, otherwise you might not wake up.

But you couldn’t move, you thought you should feel scared and you thought you should definitely be crying but you couldn’t even do that. And as the minutes passed, slow and agonizing, you began to question whether or not someone would find you in time. The more those doubts began to surface, the more appealing the relief of sleep became—at least if you slept, you wouldn’t have to wait out these freezing and harrowing minutes alone. You could dream of your mother and father, of Sylvie and Elliot, maybe you would even dream of your soulmate. You heard that some people who were favored by the gods had dreams of their soulmate well before they ever met.

Your weak breaths began to even out as you gave into the lull, but just as you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard it—the crunching of snow, fast and loud heading in your direction. You forced your eyes open now, whimpering as the ice and snow caked on your face ripped at your skin painfully, and through little slits, you watched a figure dashing toward you.

At first, you thought it was your mother, wishing you could cry in relief because of course she found you, she would always find you. She would always come to your rescue. She would wrap you up in her arms and cry at you for being such a fool, but you knew she would just be happy you were okay.

But as the figure drew closer, you realized that it was far too small to be your mother—you thought maybe it was Sylvie or Elliot, rushing ahead to get to you and maybe your mother was right behind them, but again, you were proven wrong as an unfamiliar boy knelt at your side, red eyes wide and silvery-blue curls hanging in his eyes as he peered down at you.

He pressed his hands against both of your cheeks, as if to warm you up, but you thought it might’ve made it worse, because with the small bit of warmth against your skin and the feeling of someone else’s touch after being alone so long in the blizzard, you found your eyes drooping shut again, being lulled to sleep far faster this time.

At once, the boy ripped his hands away and you could hear him pulling off his own cloak. He wrapped it around you tightly tucking one of your arms inside the thick material but hesitated before stuffing your other arm in there too. You forced your eyes back open, watching as he stared at your hand in confusion, and you parted your lips to ask what he was doing but no noise left them besides a wheeze of cold air that had ice slicing down your windpipe and your body shuddering in pain.

Noticing your reaction, he put your arm into the cloak. He stood up, and you wondered if he was going to try to lift you himself, or leave you, but then another voice reached your ears, loud and tired, calling a name that you couldn’t quite make out but it had the boy lifting his arms and waving them frantically.

A few moments later, there was a new figure kneeling next to you, brows furrowed as he looked down at you. “How did you get out here all on your own in this weather?” he murmured more to himself than you, and careful to keep you wrapped up in the small one’s cloak, he took his own off and wrapped you in that one too, easily lifting you up into his arms.

He was a stranger, and you knew you shouldn’t feel so comfortable in his arms, but you couldn’t help the way you leaned into his chest, basking in the warmth and relief of having been found, even if it wasn’t by the person you wanted it to be. You started to doze off again but found yourself disrupted as he jostled you in his arms suddenly, eyes blearily reopening to give him a confused look.

“No sleeping,” he warned, giving you a steady look before motioning for the boy to follow him as he brought you into the town.

He took you to the inn, bustling with people who had taken refuge from the sudden storm, and immediately the innkeeper recognized you, gasping as she hobbled over to the man and led him in the direction of the fireplace, shouting for people to go fetch your mother or stepfather. He placed you down on the ratty couch of the inn, keeping you nestled inside both cloaks before pushing it as close as possible to the fireplace.

He stepped away and at once you felt cold again—not physically, but mentally. Empty in a way that you’d never experienced before. You wanted to tell him to come back but you still couldn’t speak, your throat hurt and your lips still felt numb.

The boy lingered for a moment, standing in front of the couch and staring at you as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t—much like you.

“Come, Kappa,” the man who saved you said just as you finally began to drift off to sleep with the warmth of the fireplace next to you and the weight of their cloaks pressing down on you. “She will be fine. Delta is waiting, you know how he feels about wasting time.”

You could only watch them leave, confused as to the warmth you felt when you were wrapped up in his arms—you knew it was different than normal but didn’t know why—and Epsilon never noticed the thread tied neatly around your finger, which was hidden by his and Kappa’s cloak. Kappa, mute and anxious, was unable to force the words out of his mouth as Epsilon held his wrist and led him from the tavern away from you.

II. THE IOTA SEGMENT; READER, AGE 11

You shuffled through the streets, sniffling and wiping at your eyes with baggy sleeves. You were getting odd looks from all around, wondering why an eleven-year-old was wandering around the streets alone wearing clothes that were far too big for her body. You had stolen Wriothesley’s jacket and gloves to cover your nice dress and the rings adorning your fingers, you probably should have taken them off before leaving the palace—the last thing you needed was for your mother to yell at you for losing her grandmother’s pearl ring and the city was out of control with pickpockets the past few months.

It had already started raining, much to your displeasure, you remembered the prophecy that spoke of the day Fontaine City would be drowned by the gods and not for the first time, you wished that the day would just come already. You were so tired of dealing with your stepfather, and you hated the way he looked at you, and you hated how now he was even turning people against you and your father.

You were supposed to have joined your mother and siblings in visiting your uncle for dinner, but instead, your mother had made an off-handed comment about how you should go spend some time with your father and grandfather instead, and you knew it was because your stepfather must have said something to your uncle. You didn’t know what, you had never been close to your uncle but you’d thought that since he was still family, he wouldn’t care for the words of an outsider.

But you should have expected this, in Fontaine, nothing came above the word of a person’s soulmate, Celestia’s gift to humanity. Of course he would believe your stepfather, because your stepfather was his sister’s gift from the gods—he only ever wanted the best for her, and he had somehow convinced your uncle that you, her own daughter, were not the best for her.

Another sob bubbled at your lips, you pressed the sleeves of Wriothesley’s jacket to your mouth to muffle it. You wondered if your mother thought you were stupid, that you wouldn’t know what she really meant, but of course you knew. You spent too much time just observing people to not know. You didn’t have any friends to talk to besides Wriothesley, and Wriothesley was always busy. All you could do was sit around and observe until you got bored.

Maybe you should have just gone to your father or grandfather and tell them what happened, but you knew if you did that, they would be livid and it would escalate things even more, and you were the one that would deal with the backlash of that, not them. So instead you went to Wriothesley, and stole his jacket and gloves, and refused to tell him what happened before you fled from the room to leave the palace.

Just as you were about to turn the corner, you slammed into a figure and hit the ground hard, crying even more when mud splattered all over your face and into your mouth. You tried to wipe the mud off of your face through choked sobs but now the gloves were covered in mud too from you trying to catch yourself, and you only smeared it even worse.

“Oh.”

It was a young boy who you had slammed into you but you couldn’t make out his facial features through your blurred vision. You were caught off guard when he was suddenly pressing his cloak against your face, using it as a rag to try to wipe off the mud. It didn’t help much, all he did was smear it around more because his cloak was drenched, but it had at least cleared your vision.

“... Better?” he said hesitantly, looking down at you.

You sniffled a bit, using the clean part of Wriothesley’s jacket to wipe at your eyes before you nodded, but you didn’t stand up from where you were sitting on the ground. You didn’t want to. The boy leaned in a bit closer, frowning, “Are you… crying?”

“I am not,” you denied immediately, but your voice betrayed you, cracking and breath shuddering over another sob. The boy looked suspicious. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“I am not!”

You glared at him.

He glared back.

Then he sat down in the mud next to you, plopping down hard and splattering mud all over you again.

“Are you crying because you fell because of me?” the boy asked.

“‘m not crying,” you muttered, but with far less vigor this time. When he only stared at you, red eyes wide and earnest as he waited for an actual response, you finally said: “My stepfather is mean to me.”

“Oh,” the boy said in response, and the two of you just sat there for a moment, ignoring the way people kept giving you strange looks. Then, he reached up and patted your head, getting mud in your hair and on your forehead. Your brows furrowed as you stared at him, trying to figure out what he was doing, but he looked just as confused as you. “The Doctor pats my head when I get sad sometimes. It makes me feel better. Do you feel better?”

He drew his hand back swiftly into his lap, as if the single touch had poisoned him, and then you noticed how he was sitting with a large space between the two of you, the hand that had touched your head trembling and his body stiff. You wondered if he was like Wriothesley, Wriothesley used to get scared whenever people touched him, even just a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the head, and he never initiated contact with anyone else—you were pretty sure it was because his grandfather drank a lot, and when he drank a lot, he hurt people but whenever you asked your father, he said it was none of your business. But your father didn’t like Wriothesley’s grandfather, and you supposed that said enough, your father liked pretty much everyone. And then, realizing he might be like Wriothesley, you felt sad because he still tried to make you feel better even though he was scared.

“I feel better,” you said quietly.

He smiled, brightening up a bit, but just as he was about to say something, you heard your name being called, loud and panicked. Your eyes turned up to where Wriothesley’s father was rushing through the rain in your direction, a few of his men following close behind.

At his side, Wriothesley was with him, looking guilty as he refused to meet your eyes.

“Traitor!” you cried at Wriothesley as his father gently hauled you out of the mud to your feet. “I don’t want to go back there!”

“He was worried, little one,” Wriothesley’s father patted your head, voice quiet as he spoke. “We all were. The city has been dangerous lately, you cannot go running off on your own. Your father just about had a heart attack when Wriothesley came to us and told us that you took his jacket and left the palace grounds.”

Wriothesley’s father pulled off the muddy gloves and coat to drape his own cleaner one over your shoulders—if he had been a second faster, maybe Iota would have caught sight of the thread tied to your finger before he ran off to get back to Delta.

III. THE GAMMA SEGMENT; READER, AGE 16

You had made it your goal to attend every festival you possibly could across all of Teyvat. The music festivals of Fontaine were an easy tick to your list, but it had taken a lot of convincing to get your mother to agree to the Lantern Rite Festival of Liyue. With you, Sylvie and Elliot combined though, it was impossible for her to say no.

It was all you’d been thinking about for days now, and as you walked over the bridge to enter Liyue Harbor, you thought the city might’ve been the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen, eyes drawing upon all of the decorations and stands—it was dark out already, but somehow the city was still completely lit up and alive. People were singing and dancing, chatting loudly and laughing.

It reminded you of Fontaine City before the curfews were set and you were confined to the palace.

“Look at all of the lights,” Sylvie whispered excitedly, tugging at your arm as she pointed to the lanterns decorating each corner of every building.

“They say that they release thousands of lanterns at the end of the festival into the air,” Elliot said, squinting as he dipped his head down to see the words of the book he was reading. “They send their soldiers traveling throughout Liyue to collect all of them after Lantern Rite ends.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to release one?” Sylvie asked, bouncing in her feet as she turned to look at Elliot, who just shrugged. “Can we go explore? Please, mother.”

Your mother looked tired from all of the traveling, sharing a look with your stepfather before nodding. “We’re going to go check in at the inn we’re staying at. Be sure to meet back here before nightfall, we have reservations at the Xinyue Kiosk tonight.”

Delighted, you lit up, watching as your stepfather told Elliot and Sylvie to go buy themselves a kite from the Toy Shop before handing them each a pouch of mora. You should’ve known better, but still, you glanced at him after Elliot and Sylvie ran off in opposite directions. His eyes glazed right over you as he held your tired mother by the waist and led her off in the direction of the inn.

Your smile faltered but you refused to let it ruin your mood—you were in Liyue Harbor during Lantern Rite. You weren’t going to let him make you sad, you had your own coins anyway that you got from tutoring the Beaumont kids. Instead, you rushed off across the bridge and down the street, in the direction of the main area of the city.

There were people everywhere, all of the shops stayed open, your smile widened as you watched a bunch of kids Elliot and Sylvie’s age run around with kites in their hands, ignoring how the adults were chiding them for doing it while the streets were so busy.

You peeked around at some of the market stands, tempted to try some of the food but you figured that you’d get yelled at if you filled yourself up before the reservation, knowing that your mother spent a lot of time and mora getting someone down to Liyue a few months ago to make sure you guys were put on the waitlist.

Instead, you found yourself in front of a jewelry shop, looking through the glass windows at the gemstones perched up on pretty purple cushions. They were already sold out of Emeralds, Topazes and Agates, but they had a full stock of Turquoises, Jades, and Diamonds. Distantly, you wondered who the hell was going to buy Diamonds from the jeweler, knowing that the rest would at least be bought by people with a vision.

Your eyes narrowed, and just as disappointment was about to hit you, you caught sight of what you were looking for:

Varunada Lazurite.

Your gaze shot open in surprise—the gemstone was always sold out in the Land of Hydro with so many people who had hydro visions living within the city. You had managed to get your hands on three chunks the last time the shop near the palace restocked, even though you had to wait in a line for nearly twelve hours to make sure you were the first one there after the restock. You had thought you’d have to wait another month or two for a chance at obtaining the other three you needed.

But right there were the three brilliant and shiny chunks of Lazurite you needed tucked in the corner of the glass box. Excited, you realized that you wouldn’t have to wait as long as you thought—once you got home, you’d be able to grab the three you already had and crush them down into dust with your father for the second-to-last vision ceremony, to give you the increased connection with your hydro energy that you needed to finally start learning your family’s passed down hydro art.

Then, you would start the long process of trying to acquire the full gemstones, which were far more expensive and rarer than the chunks.

“Unless you’re going to buy something, I suggest you move on. You’re holding up my customers,” the woman behind the stand said boredly.

“How much for the three chunks of Lazurite?” you asked, raising your chin.

She only quirked her brow upward. “Forty geo sigils each.”

“Geo sigils?” you gasped, eyes wide and lips parted as your elation immediately disappeared.

How were you supposed to get geo sigils? You weren’t a Liyue native, you had no way of knowing how to find them. You barely even had any Hydro sigils and you were from Fontaine.

“You’re a foreigner?” the woman asked, squinting her eyes a bit as she looked you over. You nodded, and she sighed heavily. “Very well, seventy-five thousand mora. Each.”

You blanched, knowing in your heart that she was ripping you off. Forty geo sigils was worth closer to sixty-thousand than seventy-five thousand but you weren’t going to argue that when she was doing you a favor by taking the common currency for you already.

Defeated, you asked: “Do you take bank checks?”

The woman nodded, and you pulled out one of the Northland Bank check slips that your mother had given you a few months back—it was your stepfather’s, he was the only one that had a bank account with the Northland Bank, and you figured that he would be mad when he realized you’d spent over two-hundred thousand of his mora on your Lazurite chunks but you thought that he deserved it, and signed the check happily after making it out to Mingxing Jewelry.

She handed you the bag with the Lazurite chunks and thanked you for the business. Smiling to yourself, you made your way down the street again, this time looking for Sylvie or Elliot.

You got no further than a few yards before someone slammed into you, sending you both sprawling out to the ground.

All the air left your lungs as a heavy weight dropped onto your stomach, scrambling off of you almost immediately, panicked. Your eyes met a pair of red ones and a face flushed pink in embarrassment, burn scars decorated the upper half of his face and for a moment, you thought he was familiar from somewhere. He was around your age, you couldn’t help but notice.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “Sorry, I was just-I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m looking for someone and-”

“It’s-” You began to say ‘it’s fine’ but the words died on your tongue when you realized that the bag you were holding was significantly lighter. You shot an accusing look at him, thinking that he had pickpocketed you but as you did that, your eyes caught a glimmer from the corner of your eye.

The Lazurite.

You rushed toward it, but not fast enough, only able to watch as a small child darted through the crowd to steal the shiny object.

“Hey!” you shouted angrily, glaring back furiously at the boy who had bumped into you, who looked even more humiliated now, pressing his knuckles against his mouth as if refraining the urge to gnaw at them. “Look at what you did!”

You didn’t even spare him another glance, ignoring his apologies and his offers to help you get it back as you gave chase to the child who had stolen your seventy-five thousand mora gem.

You hadn’t noticed the warm feeling that had swept through you when he had crashed into you, nor had Gamma noticed the thin red thread wrapped around your finger in his panic.

IV. THE ZETA SEGMENT; READER, AGE 19

The Windblume Festival.

You smiled as you stepped into Mondstadt City, the beams of the sun washing over you and a gentle breeze sweeping through the city. You had heard that Anemo Archon makes the days of the Festival the most beautiful that the city sees all year—you had doubted it, partially because the Hydro Archon thought it was the greatest entertainment to douse the city in rain and storms whenever the music festivals were taking place. It never deterred them, the musicians would always play on even through the rain and thunder, but you had never quite experienced a festival like this, even during Lantern Rite, you had been unlucky with dreary clouds draped over the harbor.

You didn’t even know where to go first, you were so overwhelmed with all of the colors and all of the people and you thought you shouldn’t be, you should be used to crowds by now, but you’d spent so much time locked up in the palace after your father’s death that you were getting anxiety just being in the vicinity of so many people.

Your father. Your throat felt tight just as the reminder of him. He was supposed to be at Windblume with you—he had promised to bring you last year knowing how excited you were to see all of the nations’ different festivals, but he’d died before he could. You hadn’t even been able to bring yourself to go without him, but you forced yourself to go this year, to enjoy it for the both of you.

And you couldn’t enjoy it with such a cloud of gloom hanging over you, so you squared off your shoulders and pushed away all of the dark feelings, forcing the small smile back onto your face as you made your way into the city, although it wasn’t quite as bright as before.

You sighed as you made your way up the steps to the city’s main square. There were kids dancing to the music of a bard and flower stands set up all around the fountain in the center of the square. You wanted to buy one to give to someone, as per the Windblume tradition, but you didn’t have anyone to give it to. Sylvie and Elliot were supposed to have joined you for the festival, but their stepfather forbade them at the last minute, forcing you to attend the festival alone.

You looked around, eyes falling upon where a pretty woman with brown hair and green eyes was leaning into a tall blonde woman, and next to them, where a shorter blonde man was being dragged to the center of the square by a little girl dressed in red, who was pointing excitedly to a stand somewhere behind you.

“Are you waiting on someone?”

You jumped at the unfamiliar voice, turning to the side only for your eyes to fall upon a handsome man with dark skin and blue hair. His lip ticked up a bit as you studied him, and a bit embarrassed, he added: “Sorry. I was just wondering, you’re not from Mondstadt, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” you asked dryly, glancing down at yourself. You wondered if it was the way you were dressed or if it was the way you looked like a lost duckling trying to figure out where to go. Disappointed, you thought you had made sure to wear an outfit that leaned more toward Mondstadt’s typical fashion than Fontaine’s but either way, it was a bit embarrassing.

“No,” the man said immediately. “I was just throwing it out there for a conversation starter, I’ve found it works wonders.”

“Does it?” you asked curiously, peering around the pavilion as more people began to wander around.

He hummed in agreement. “Usually, they start asking me why I think that because they are from Mondstadt,” you laughed a bit and the corner of his lip pulled up, “and if they aren’t, I explain to them why I asked, and then they laugh, kind of like how you are now.”

“You’ve got it all figured it out, don’t you?” you asked, letting the tease slip into your tone as you relaxed against the stone wall behind you, glancing up at him.

“Not at all,” he corrected. You gave him a questioning look and his grin widened a bit as he leaned in, as if to whisper to you in conspiracy. “I just made all of that up.”

You laughed louder this time, more in surprise than humor, but he seemed to take it as a positive regardless, straightening back up and looking down on you. “I’m Kaeya,” he greeted. “Cavalry Captain of the Knight’s of Favonius.”

“I’m…” you began, but found yourself trailing off as you caught sight of a figure ducking into an alleyway. All you caught was a head of silvery-blue hair, but somehow you could feel yourself drawn in that direction as if something was pulling you and were a puppet on a string that could only follow along. “Excuse me for a second.”

You didn’t hear his response and though you felt a bit bad about leaving him hanging like that, you were more focused on trying to figure out whatever the pull to this person was. You took off in that direction, relief hitting you when you realized he was still lingering at the mouth of the alley, fiddling with something in his hands.

“Excuse me,” you called, trying to get his attention. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even look up, so you repeated yourself as you drew closer, reaching out to touch his arm but he jerked away, dropping whatever was in his hands and your eyes widened as it hit the ground hard, shattering.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, you could feel the cold and harsh gaze set on you as he waited for you to say whatever you wanted to say, but now you were at a loss for words because you didn’t even know why you came after him and you didn’t know what you wanted.

“Did you need something?” Clipped and icy, the thin smile on his lips did not meet the red of his eyes, and any words that you might’ve been trying to say to excuse your actions died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, grateful that your voice remained steady even under his severe look. “You looked familiar. I thought we might’ve met before.”

He looked ridiculously familiar, in fact. You swore that you’d seen him before—the red eyes, silvery-blue hair and the scarred upper half of his face—it was all so familiar but you just couldn’t place from where. He looked taken aback a bit by your words, examining you for just a second before his lips twisted down again.

“We have not,” he said, voice frigid as he knelt down to pick up the broken pieces of the object that he had been holding. It was a dismissal if you’d ever heard one, but instead of leaving, you knelt down next to him.

“Here, let me help-” you tried to say, but at once, he grabbed your forearm, fingers pressing deep into your skin to stop you.

At once, a jolt shot through you and he seemed to feel it too, if the way he drew back as if he had slapped had anything to say about it. He stared at your hand as if he had just seen a ghost, lips parted in shock and eyes wide, and just as you were about to ask if he was okay, he spluttered something out about being late for something and then he was moving, disappearing around the corner before you even knew what was happening.

You sat there for a moment, stunned, and completely oblivious as to what he had seen.

Zeta’s heart was racing and his head was pounding, red eyes wide with disbelief as he leaned against a wall around the corner, far away from you. A part of him was embarrassed at the way he had run, he couldn’t even remember what excuse he had given—something along the lines of having to go because something important came up, a load of bullshit of course, but he thought it was better than what would have happened if he stayed there any longer after seeing that thread.

The thread.

Zeta didn’t know what to think. He had known of your existence—he knew because the moment the Iota segment found out years ago, the boy went running to every segment to tell them how a thread showed up on the Doctor’s finger, how they finally had their soulmate. He never expected to meet you though, much less before any of the other segments, and even then, a part of him had been convinced by Lambda’s persistence that this was all just a ploy for them to drop their guards, a fake, a means to destroy them in a way they had yet to be destroyed.

But you were there. You were right there. Zeta couldn’t help the way he peeked back around the corner, eyes immediately drawn to where he had left you in the middle of the alley. You looked upset, expression downcast as you glanced around, still trying to find him. A part of Zeta wanted to walk back over to you—talk to you, study you, try to figure out just who you were and why you were tied to them, there had to be something unique about you that made you their soulmate, that made them have to wait five hundred years just to meet you.

But he knew better.

The Doctor would already be suspicious.

It wasn’t unlike Zeta to have bursts of emotion when dealing with too many people—he got overwhelmed quickly after spending years having to keep up a friendly mask at the Akademiya. No matter how hard he tried to keep himself calm and learn new methods for not exhausting his thin tolerance of social situations, he never seemed to be able to do anything to fix it, an unfortunate side-effect of having been created with this mindset, because he would always revert back to the one in which he was originally made in.

But it was not the sudden outburst that was the issue. It was that shock that spread through him when your hand brushed his arm. The warm feeling. The familiarity with someone who should not be familiar. The Doctor would have noticed it, and he would have questions.

Zeta sighed heavily, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose as he leaned his head back against the wall. He cast one last long look backward, eyes lingering on you, memorizing your face and your body, the outfit you wore and the gems that donned your fingers and neck.

With a tight feeling in his throat, he pushed himself off the wall and head in the opposite direction of where you were standing, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Doctor reached out demanding to know what had happened and Zeta needed to figure out what he was going to say before that happened, wanting to keep this little encounter a secret to himself because he knew that Lambda would inevitably find out through the Doctor and then he would try to hunt you down.

One last look, he told himself, again. He glanced back as he reached another corner, the alley where he left you only barely visible from the distance, but you were already gone.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 months

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https://archive.is/uHxuV

before we really get into this I just want to say that I looked into author Anna Marks' previous contributions to the NYT opinion column, of which there are two: a piece about how Marks, as a queer fan, is "heartbroken" by Harry Styles 'appropriating" queer culture by wearing ugly clothes, and an audio piece about how women referring to themselves as "girls" on TikTok is actually radical feminist praxis. so. hot mess express up in here.

anyway this piece is a shitshow that basically plays at the greatest hits from Gaylor conspiracy theories, mainly harping on her inability to come out because of some intangible threat it would pose to her career:

While Ms. Swift’s songs, largely written from her own perspective, cannot always conform to the idea of a woman our culture expects, her celebrity can. That separation, between Swift the songwriter and Swift the star, allows Ms. Swift to press against the golden birdcage in which she has found herself. She can write about women’s complexity in her confessional songs, but if ever she chooses not to publicly comply with the dominant culture’s fantasy, she will remain uncategorizable, and therefore, unsellable. Her star — as bright as it is now — would surely dim.

immediately beneath this is an image of Taylor Swift crumpled face-down onstage, looking wet; if nothing else, it's peak melodrama.

the most glaring thing about this, to me, is Marks' willful omission of other queer pop stars. she opens the article with a jarring discussion of lesbian country singer Chely Wright's 2006 suicide attempt and mentions a few contemporary celebrities who have been encouraged to stay closeted - Cara Delevingne, Colton Haynes, Elliot Page, Kristen Stewart, Raven Symoné and Sam Smith - but with the obvious exception of Smith, they're hardly Swift's peers. as I've said before in my worst and most stupid post, the argument that outing herself would "dim Taylor's star" falls apart pretty significantly when you look at the success of artists like Lil Nas X, Billie Eilish, Doja Cat, Cardi B, and Halsey. Taylor Swift had a bigger year in 2023 than any of them combined, frankly; coming out as queer wouldn't slow her down in the slightest. why the fuck are gaylors so determined to act like she's beholden to a fanbase comprised entirely of conservatives?

also everything about how coming out is sooooo hard for famous people because they're subject to scrutiny and weird behavior as if that's not? something Taylor Swift already deals with? hello hi? get a grip I implore you. why are we wasting webspace on this.

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Reindeer

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and you and Javi spent the night preparing for your girls to have the most magical Christmas morning

Word Count: 5.2K

Paring: Dad!Javi x Wife!Reader (No use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f recieving), creampie, praise kink, talk about not using birth control, kind of getting caught (??? Thank Santa's Reindeer I guess), terrible Christmas puns, sweet, sickening Christmas fluff, Javi spoiling the crap out of his little girls because he loves them more than life, idk you guys, this story is just a warm lil Christmas hug 😭

A/N: IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!! Christmas is my favorite holiday, and I have been so excited to write about our adorable lil Peña family and their holiday endeavors 🥹 These two would do anything to give their girls the most magical Christmases ever and my heart is exploding into a million pieces 😭💕🎄

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“Mommy, is Santa coming now?”

“No, baby. Not until tomorrow.”

“...Is tomorrow now?” Your 4 year old Harper questioned, plopping herself down on the couch next to Javi, snuggling herself in between her dad and older sisters as you tucked the girls in with a big, fluffy blanket before finding your spot next to your husband.

“No Harper, Santa comes at night. When we go to bed. Remember?” Elliot sassed, letting out a huff of frustration at how many times her younger sister had asked about the long awaited arrival of Christmas morning.

“Elliot! If you’re not nice to Harper, Santa may not come!” Your oldest Lucy gasped, trying to police her younger sisters’ behavior within an inch of her life to ensure that she would wake up with presents under the tree tomorrow.

Elliot’s face went white in fear, immediately reaching over to her younger sister and pulling her in for a long hug. “Sorry, Harper. Santa will be here tomorrow morning… I hope.”

“I don’t think you girls need to worry, I’m sure Santa knows you’ve been pretty darn good all year long.” Javi grinned, leaning over on the couch to wrap the girls up in his broad grasp, making them giggle and squeal as he tickled and peppered them with playful kisses. “Okay, Pollitas (little chickens) what do you say you guys start the movie and Mommy and I go make hot chocolate?” Reaching over to give your thigh a little squeeze, Javi shot you a little wink, tilting over to press a soft kiss into your hair.

“Yay! Hot Chocolate!” The girls screeched in unison, waving their little arms in the air in excitement as they snuggled closer together on the couch. “Thank you!”

“De Nada (you’re welcome).” Javi beamed, letting out a little grunt as he pressed his hands into his knees, rising up off the couch, giving each of the girls one more kiss before making his way to the kitchen.

“Alright cuties, which movie, Rudolph or Frosty?” You smiled, making your way over to the TV to hold up their VHS options.

“Rudolph! Rudolph!” The three chanted, wiggling in excitement in their spots as you pressed the tape into the VCR and hit play on the remote, following Javi’s suit as you gave each of your daughters a quick kiss before making your way into the kitchen where you found Javi with a handful of Christmas mugs and an extra large can of whipped cream.

“Javi…” You sighed, letting out a little laugh as he set down the five mugs on the counter followed by the whipped cream, “I think we probably should go easy on the whipped cream tonight, you already know how hard it is to get them to bed on Christmas Eve, and a sugar high isn’t gonna help.”

“What makes you think I’d give ‘em too much whipped cream?” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders at you as he pulled the box of hot chocolate out of the cabinet, setting it next to everything else before snaking his hand around your waist, pulling you in closer to peck a quick kiss on your lips, staring down at you with his sweet brown eyes.

“Because,” You huffed playfully, pressing up on your tiptoes to give him another peck back between your words, “you spoil these girls rotten. They’ve got you wrapped around their fingers, Jav, each and every one of them.”

“Can you blame me?” He beamed, gesturing towards your daughters all snuggled together, giggling and singing along to the movie. The two of you couldn’t help but admire your beautiful girls, letting out a content sigh as you rested your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to soak in how truly lucky you were- because truth be told, you couldn’t blame Javi one bit.

“No, I can’t. God, they are cute, aren’t they?”

“Cute just like their Momma.” Javi grinned, sneaking his hand just a little further down your waist to grab a handful of your ass, making you let out a little squeal before giving him a playful smack in the chest.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You smirked, making your way over to the fridge to grab your milk, completing your hot chocolate ensemble. “I honestly should be having coffee right now considering how late we’re gonna be up, setting up presents and putting things together.”

“C’mon, we’re pros at this by now.” Javi teased, now getting to work on warming up the hot chocolate ingredients.

“Oh yeah? Tell that to Santa who insisted on getting the girls a brand new hockey net that still needs to be assembled, even after all of their gifts had already been bought.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at Javi as you began pouring the hot chocolate into the girls mugs, sprinkling mini marshmallows on the tops of their cups.

“They’ve been extra good…” Javi pouted, shooting you a guilty look as you handed him over mugs to be topped off with whipped cream.

“Well, I sure hope Santa didn’t lose the instructions to put it together because Mrs. Claus will not be assembling the net at 2 am.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be done before then. Gotta make sure Santa has plenty of time to give you his North Pole before Christmas morning.” Javi chuckled, biting down on his lip to contain his laughter as you gave him another nudge, snickering along with him.

“You are such a dork.”

“What? You’ve been a good girl this year too, you don’t want Santa to stuff your chimney?”

That one made you almost drop the two mugs you had in your hands, letting out an audible snort as you set them down on the counter, burying your face in your hands to try and hold in your laughter.

“You are fucking ridiculous, you know that? Finish up these hot chocolates, you dummy, your daughters are waiting for you.” You smirked, picking back up your mugs as you began to make your way out of the kitchen.

“Like you’re waiting for my balls of holly later?” Javi quietly called out behind you, making you whip your head around to give him the biggest stank face you could muster, unimpressed. “What? That’s a good one.” Javi insisted, still laughing at his own joke.

“Ridiculous, I swear.”

It wasn’t long after your hot chocolates were finished that the girls had passed out on the couch, cuddled in a pile between you and Javi and buried under the blanket that had been spread across the 5 of you. You probably should have woken the girls up to get them off to bed, but you and Javi couldn’t help but relish in the moment of your family snuggled together in the soft glow of your Christmas tree lights, your hearts feeling fuller than any present under your tree could make you.

After the two of you finally agreed you had soaked in enough snuggles, you gently woke up Lucy as Javi slung Elliot and Harper over his shoulders to carry them off to bed, unable to stop yourself from admiring how broad he looked with your two girls and their matching pajamas and sleepy hair hoisted on either side of him.

You helped Lucy and Elliot get settled into their rooms, promising to make your way back to say goodnight after tucking in Harper, still sound asleep in Javi’s arms as he laid her down into bed, gently tucking her into her covers, brushing her tangled curls away from her face and pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead. Elliot was next, now half awake after being dropped off in her room, stumbling her way into her own bed, grumbling a half awake “Goodnight Mommy and Daddy” as she snuck into her sheets, nestled between the mountain of stuffed animals piled between her mattress and bedroom wall. You and Javi couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly your little rock was back to being sound asleep as soon as she hit the bed, already inheriting her dad’s obnoxiously loud snoring at the ripe age of 6. Lucy was the last stop on your bedtime train, seeing as she was the most awake and coherent as she had at least been able to walk herself to bed after you and Javi had woken her up.

By the time you and Javi had gotten to her room, she had already settled into bed, pulling her comforter up to her face as she snuggled up with her worn and well loved stuffed penguin, her little face lighting up as the two of you made your way though the door.

“Hi cutie pie.” You cooed, sitting on the edge of her bed, gently stroking her hair as Javi settled down onto the mattress next to you. “You ready for Christmas tomorrow?”

Lucy nodded, a slight look of concern now spreading across her face as her big brown eyes stared back up at you. “Mom… Santa’s gonna come tonight, right? He won’t be mad at Elliot or Harper because sometimes they aren’t always good… Well okay, I guess I’m not always good either, but-”

“Amoricta (Little love),” Javi cooed, reaching over to reassuringly rub her back, cutting her off mid sentence, “You and your sisters are the best daughters that we could ask for. I know for a fact that Santa knows that. And I also know that he knows what a good older sister you are to Elliot and Harper. Don’t worry, Monita (Little Monkey), I’m sure Santa will come.”

“Okay Dad. Te amo (I love you). I love you too, Mommy.” Lucy grinned, snuggling deeper into her sheets with a content sigh, slowly beginning to close her eyes and drift off to sleep.

“We love you too, Lucy.”

“Te amamos mucho, linda (we love you so much, cutie).”

As you and Javi each gave Lucy one last kiss goodnight, pressing gentle kisses in her messy hair, you gently closed the door behind you, the soft click of the last bedroom door knob signaling your success at getting the girls to bed before the real work of Christmas Eve began. You turned around, holding out your hand to give Javi a quiet high-five to celebrate the easiness of your bedtime routine before snaking your hands around Javi’s waist, caging your chest with his as you looked up at him.

“I think that was the quickest we’ve ever gotten them to bed on Christmas Eve.”

“I don’t even think the whipped cream even had anything to do with it.” Javi teased, shaking you playful in his grasp.

“Pendejo (Jerk). C’mon, let’s go get these cuties some presents, Santa.”

After your 8th Christmas with kids, you and Javi had gotten present set up and placement down to a science. After several trips up and down the stairs to the basement, all of the gifts for the girls had been set under the tree as Javi got to work on setting up his inevitable last minute gift that seemed to make its way out of Santa’s Workshop every year, even when all of your agreed upon gifts had already been purchased.

Javi sat cross legged on the floor, directions and hockey net parts spread out in front of him as he grumbled to himself trying to connect two of the pieces together, letting out a frustrated sigh while you set out the plate of cookies the girls had decorated for Santa, laughing at your husband’s current fight with his late gift.

“How’s it goin’, Jav? Need me to call in the elves to ask for help?” You snickered, plopping yourself down next to him, grabbing a few pieces to help with assembling.

“Shut up. I think I’m almost done, I just have to put the net part on. Is everything else set up?”

“Mmmmhmmm. Including the reindeer carrots that are your turn to eat this year.”

“Fuck me…” Javi sighed, shooting you a menacing look, “Do I have to? You know I-”

“Oh believe me, I know how much you hate the carrots.” You giggled, mischievously raising an eyebrow at him, handing over a few of the pieces you had put together to connect to the existing frame of the hockey net. “I did it the past 2 years in a row. You are such a baby, you know that? Your turn for carrots this year, Peña. I made sure they were the biggest ones I could find. You know how hungry those reindeer are.”

Before Javi could respond, he was grabbing you around your side, tickling your stomach as payback as you laughed and squirmed in his grasp, flailing your arms as the two of you rolled over on the ground. Javi pulled you to lay on top of his chest as he rested his back against the floor, wrapping his arms around the small of your back, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. You tried your best to keep your squeals semi-silent to prevent waking up the girls as his mustache brushed against your skin, the smile spread across his lips pressing over your body.

“Don’t think- don’t think your adorable antics are getting you out of carrot duty.” You snickered, cupping your hands around his cheeks, pausing his assault of kisses as his sweet brown eyes stared up at you.

“Me? Trying to get out of eating those terrible ass vegetables? Never. What would make you think that, Hermosa?” Javi smirked, his voice oozing with sarcasm as he shook his head at you, caging you tighter against his chest as his hands slid down the small of your back, now grabbing handfuls of your ass, making you let out a little squeal.

“Javi! You are so bad!” You playfully scolded, trying to pry off the tight grip his palms had on your backside to free yourself. “Presents and carrots first, you know the rules.” Smirking down at him, Javi let out a reluctant sigh, finally releasing you as he sat back up, picking up one of the remaining pieces of the hockey net left to assemble, shaking his head in a sarcastic disappointment at his failed attempt to at least prolong the inevitable.

“You don’t wanna let Santa stuff your stocking early this year, huh?” Javi teased, giving you a little shrug as he chuckled to himself at the terrible Christmas puns he had in stock tonight.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Javi…” You sighed, burying your hand in your face in embarrassment at your husband’s terrible joke, giving him a little shove as you stood up, making your way back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the cookies and carrots before the two of you headed off to bed. “You keep making those terrible puns and I’m gonna make you wrap your present before you give it to me.” You joked, eying the half hard bulge still in Javi’s sweatpants and gesturing your head towards your bedroom where your unopened box of condoms sat untouched in Javi’s nightstand- You had never started taking your birth control again after having Harper, and while you and Javi had agreed that 3 girls was the perfect number of kids, you also hadn’t necessarily been proactively preventing yourself from having a 4th. Javi had bought the box in an effort of good faith a few months ago, but hadn’t seen an ounce of action, despite all of the action that had happened without them.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be good, don’t put me on the naughty list yet. Like you’d want my present wrapped anyways…” Javi smirked, snapping together two of the last pieces of the hockey net before pressing his hands to his knees, letting out a grunt as he stood, and pushing the net by the rest of the already arranged presents.

“I swear, I’m sending you back to the North Pole.”

With your living room perfectly arranged for Christmas Morning, you and Javi made your way back to your bedroom, stopping to do a quick peek in on each of the girls as you traveled down the hallway. All 3 lay sound asleep in their beds, quietly snoring away, you and Javi making your way to your bedroom with a quiet high five for Christmas Eve accomplishments- presents assembled, girls asleep, the palpable excitement of the holiday hanging in the air.

“Bets on what time they’re up tomorrow?” You laughed, looking over at Javi, standing in the doorway brushing his teeth as you stripped out of your clothes and into your pajamas. Javi let out a playful huff before stepping back into the bathroom to spit out the rest of his toothpaste, setting his toothbrush next to yours before taking off his shirt and sweatpants and tossing them into the hamper with your freshly shed clothes.

“If it’s anything past 5:30, I’ll be happy.” He chuckled, climbing into bed with you, sneaking his way under the covers and wrapping his arms around your waist, making you giggle as he tugged you closer, pressing ticklish kisses over your neck and face as you playfully swatted at him. “If my girls are happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m sure the girls will be more than happy. Considering how much their Daddy spoils them rotten.” You teased, reaching up to cup Javi’s face, your thumb gently stroking the scratchy stubble of his cheek.

“What? Santa only comes once a year, right? I’d give ‘em everything if I could. They deserve it. Just like their Momma deserves everything too.” Javi gently rasped against the skin of your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point, forcing a breathy moan to escape from your mouth. “God I still don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, Hermosa. If you’re the only present for the rest of my life, I’ll die a fucking happy man.”

Letting his hands snake down your sides, Javi’s fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt and pajama bottoms, his fingers sliding towards your heat as your lips met his with a gentle and tender passion. You ran your fingers through the dark curls of his hair as he flipped you onto your back, now pressing languid kisses down your stomach as he carefully tugged your pajama bottoms off your hips, tossing them to the floor. Letting your knees fall open, Javi’s soft kisses met the inside of your thighs, a smile spreading across his lips as you revealed the slick that had been pooling between your legs.

“And this…” Javi smirked, letting his kisses feather closer and closer to your core, leaving your hips to instinctively start to buck towards his face as you waited for his tongue to relieve the dull ache of your already throbbing clit, “This is the best fucking present I could ever ask for.”

Before you could even roll your eyes at Javi’s cheesy remark, a long, broad swipe of his tongue traveled through your folds, the sensation already enough to have you trying your best to stifle your moans to keep from waking the girls just down the hall from you. Javi took his time, letting his tongue work around your clit in a mix of flat, even strokes and circling swirls, his arm draped across your hips to hold you in place while his other free hand reached up to grab yours, your fingers intertwining, palms pressed together.

You bit down on your lip as his nose bumped against your throbbing bundle of nerves, letting his tongue plunge in and out of your cunt, the familiar tingle at the base of your spine beginning to build as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets, Javi’s firm grasp keeping you in place.

Javi had spent years memorizing every tick and twitch that made you writhe under his touch, learning each moan and movement that brought you closer to your end- so it should have been no surprise to you that Javi could sense you were close, yet the sudden switch of his mouth latching around your clit, sweetly sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves, had the coil in your belly on the verge of snapping.

“Javi… Oh, fuck- baby, I’m close, don’t stop, please don’t stop, oh my god.” You whimpered, trying your best to keep your voice hushed, but despite how hard you tried, you could help but let a muffled moan escape from your lips as you squeezed down even harder on Javi’s hand to try and keep from being any louder than you already were. It wasn’t long before you felt your legs begin to tremble, and heat bloom in your core, your orgasm ripping through your body, leaving you panting and breathless as Javi pulled back from between your legs, a boyish grin spread across his shiny face, now covered in your arousal.

You could feel your chest rising and falling, your breathing heavy and labored as Javi crawled his way back up the bed, reaching down to help tug his boxers off his legs, revealing his cock, already painfully hard and dripping with precum as you thumbed at his tip, slowly wrapping your fingers around his length, stroking him as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

As he slotted himself between your legs, you guided his tip towards your entrance, collecting the slick dripping through your folds before caging his chest against yours, pressing into you inch by inch, the sweet stretch of his fullness making you whimper as he bottomed out against your cervix. His lips met yours, his mouth catching your whines as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, like he was savoring every moment buried deep in the warmth and wetness inside you.

“Shhhhh, gotta be quiet for me baby.” He rasped against your skin, nipping at your ear, almost as if he was trying to remind himself as much as he was reminding you, a deep grunt rustling in the back of his throat. You nodded, your eyes meeting the brown pools of his, filled with an equal mix of love and longing as a tender smile lined his lips, whispering a soft “I love you” to one another before your lips were slotted together once again, your tongues swiping in the parted spaces between your mouths, your kisses slow and solicitous as you became more and more tangled in your sheets.

Each thrust of Javi’s hips felt deeper and fuller than the last, the lewd noises of your wetness and muted moans coating the walls of your bedroom only intensified as Javi wrapped his broad hands around the backs of your thighs, pressing your legs to your chest, and making you clench tighter around the sweet sting of his stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Hermosa. My beautiful fucking wife.” Javi mewled through gritted teeth, snaking his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, still swollen and puffy from your first orgasm. You let out a sharp gasp, so sensitive and worked up, already feeling yourself climbing towards your own high once again as the pads of his fingers circled your mound, and dick punched against your g-spot.

You could feel your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his cock, fighting with everything in you to keep from screaming out his name, fisting at your bedsheets and clamping your eyes shut, trying to hold out for any ounce of composure you had left. “Fuck, Javi, fuck- I feel like I’m gonna cum again, fuck- oh fuck.” You whined, eyes still closed, head tilted back against the pillow.

Suddenly, you felt Javi’s free hand slide under jaw, wrapping his fingers around your cheeks, gently forcing your head back down, making you open your eyes to see the wrecked look also beginning to spread its way across his face. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Just need to see that pretty face for me when you cum. Let go baby, I’ve got you.”

With only a few more thrusts and circles of your clit, you could feel the tingle at the base of your spine beginning to spread through every inch of your body, pleasure rushing through your veins as your orgasm crashed over you. Javi’s hand covered your mouth in just enough time to mute the ragged moans escaping your lips, the feeling of you clamping down around his cock as you came almost enough to take him out right along with you, fighting with everything in him to let you finish riding out your own high before he followed suit.

“Fuck, fuck- I’m not gonna last much longer, Osita. Oh shit- Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Javi grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster with each snap of his hips, the hand covering your mouth now gripping the meat of your thighs, fingertips digging into your skin.

“Inside, please, fuck- I’m not ovulating, please, I need to feel you in me.” You whimpered, your brain barely functioning as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still reeling from your orgasm.

That was all Javi needed to send him over the edge, barely making it halfway through his last thrust before spilling deep inside you, his cock throbbing as warm spend covered your walls, milking himself of every last drop before letting his body slump into yours, your chests rising and falling in sync.

You both lay there for a moment, breathless and blissed out as you tried to compose yourselves, Javi letting out a soft hiss as he pulled out, resting his head against your chest as you ran your fingers through the damp curls of his hair, a satisfied smirk spreading across your face as you quietly giggled to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” Javi asked, perking his head up to look at you, his brow scrunched in confusion.

“Your sleigh feelin’ a little lighter? Because I think I did a pretty good job of helping Santa to empty his sack.” You couldn’t help but snort as Javi let out the most exasperated sigh before joining in your laughter, burying his face in his hand before looking back up at you.

“And I'm the ridiculous one....”

“MOMMY, DADDY! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

If your daughters' high pitched shrieks and squeals weren’t enough to have you wide awake at the ripe hours of 5:46 A.M., their tiny bodies flopping onto the bed, squishing you and Javi under your covers most definitely was.

“Mhmmmmm, Merry Christmas, cuties.” You yawned, stretching your arms over your head, trying to wake yourself up quick enough to keep up with your girls’ boundless energy, giving Javi a stark nudge with your elbow to help wake him up from his log-like slumber. “Jav, wake up, baby.”

“Daddy! It’s Christmas, you gotta wake up!” Elliot insisted, now jumping on top of her dad, making him let out a loud grunt as her body landed on top of his.

“Yup, yup, I’m up, I’m up.” Javi grumbled, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to wake himself up enough to face the wrath of his energetic daughters. “Merry Christmas, Pollitas.” He smiled, reaching out grab the girls and pull them on top of his chest, making all of them giggle and squeal in delight as the 5 of you snuggled together in your bed.

“Can we see if Santa came? Please, please, pleaseeeeee?” Lucy begged, her sisters nodding in agreement, bouncing up and down on the bed with excitement as you and Javi inched yourself more and more awake.

“Yup, let’s g-”

“LET’S GO!” The girls screeched, already scampering off the bed and out the door as you and Javi pushed yourselves up off the mattress, groggily following behind your daughters with heavy footsteps trying to wake yourselves up from your lack of sleep the night before.

“Do you think Santa brought us coffee?” Javi mumbled, running his hand through his curls, ruffling the ends of his hair as you curled tighter against the oversized sweatshirt draped over your body, letting out a little half yawn, half laugh.

As the 5 of you finally made it down the stairs, you could hear the girls squealing and pattering around the kitchen, gleefully pointing to the table, where a now practically cleared plate for Santa and his Reindeer sat. “Mommy, look! Santa ate all the cookies!” Harper giggled, grabbing you and Javi by the hand and dragging you across the room to see the lack of sugary treats that had been left behind.

“And the reindeer too! I told you they love the carrots! They must have been really excited because last night, in the middle of the night, I could have sworn I heard the reindeer making happy noises for their treats too! Mom and Dad, I think they must have landed on the roof by your room, because that’s where I heard the noises coming from!” Lucy informed her sisters, leaving you and Javi’s faces both ghost white at the realization you two were 100% the reindeer that your daughter had heard last night.

“Oh wow, Lucy, that’s uh- Yeah, they really must love those carrots.” Javi barely choked out, the both of you grimacing at each other in horror, guilty looks plastered across your faces.

“Let’s go see what’s under the tree!” Elliot squealed, dashing towards the living room, completely oblivious to her dad’s comment, too focused on the gifts sitting under the tree for her and her sisters to care about any reindeer her sister may or may not have heard. Once again, your trio was off, sprinting to the living room, leaving you and Javi practically speechless as you wearily trailed behind them.

“I’ve always worried about them catching us, but never once did I think about the fact they’d mistake us for reindeer.” You quietly snickered, giving Javi a playful nudge, trying to laugh to keep from dying of embarrassment. “Santa’s definitely putting us on the naughty list next year.”

“Mommy! Daddy! Come here! Look what Santa brought us!”

“He got us a new hockey net!”

“Oh my god this is the best Christmas ever!”

“I think Santa will understand.” Javi smiled, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest as you watched your girls scamper in joy around your living room, the soft glow of your Christmas tree lighting up their beaming smiles as they began the hunt for their presents. Because the truth was, in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Not reindeer noises, lack of sleep, or late nights setting up last minute presents- The only thing that mattered in that moment was the pure love and happiness radiating from every inch of your living room. At the end of the day, you couldn't care how many presents sat under your tree because the best gift you could ever ask for stood right beside you and in front of you, and that was enough to make you feel like the luckiest person on earth. You weren’t sure you’d ever understand what you had done to deserve the world’s most perfect present- Your beautiful family and the life you had built together with them.

“I love you so much, Javi. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you more, Osita. Merry Christmas, mi amor.”

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going to be in trouble for this ngl

STARDEW CHARACTERS AND WHAT I THINK THEIR (non-farmer) PARTNERS WOULD BE.

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• Harvey x Elliot

Like, c'mon. Your telling me the charismatic poet DOESN'T get with the anxious radio listener? And they don't have any interactions ever? None? Smh bros need to kiss at least once. Or maybe just have Harvey info dump about planes to Elliot and he makes cute little plane poems for him when he's upset or stressed or generally being himself.

• Sam x Sebastian

Lets be honest with ourselves. We knew this was going to be on here, so I'm not putting down anything else.

• Maru x Penny x Abigail

This one will be long, so buckle in.

Maru and Penny were already best friends for being real good at academics. Maru and Penny like Abigail cause she's adventurous and outgoing and low-key hot. And Abigail likes Penny and Maru cause at first it was help with homework (Penny is such an easy mark to cheat off of, and Maru was Sebastian's half sister so also easy access) and then all 3 of them have an identity crisis of "oh no, I like 2 people, and they're BOTH GIRLS" but then they all meet up and do that awkward confession where one person was going to but the others started as well and its really silly except Abigail was just louder so as Penny and Maru were like "no you can go first" girl was just like "Y'ALL HOT A.F."

• Emily x Sandy

Again, we knew this would be on here. Gemstone and star signs lesbian meets cocky road trip and pot lesbian and they hit each other's joints we know this.

• Alex x Haley

Not in the jock x cheerleader way, but in the "my past has probably lead me to be a masochist" x "my past has probably lead me to be a sadist"

• Leah

I don't think she has a town partner, but she definitely finds a cute chick while visiting zuzu city for a trip with sandy (cause they bros no homo) that's really into foraging and that girl moves in with her. Her name would be like Zoey or Cindy or something.

• Shane

for Shane I think he is somewhat aro/ace (willing but not needed or nessisarily wanted) so he just wouldn't, but if he did it'd be some sort of qpr with Emily (w/o kissing. Watching you people. Girl is still a lesbian homeboy just needs physical affection once in a while.)

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echo-goes-mmm · 3 months

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Ambrose and Elliot #27

Masterpost

Warnings: oral dub-con, implied non-con, starvation, violence

Master and his friends had passed out, finally. After hours and hours of drinking and sex and entertainment, they had fallen asleep.

It was late, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. He lay on the floor, naked and cold, dried cum sticky on his sore thighs.

He stared up at the ceiling. His throat hurt, angry bruises blossoming over his skin. One of Master’s friends, Mr. Horneswood, had slammed his head against the floor, and it was only now that his vision had quit fading in and out and his nosebleed had stopped.

Master had never let them be so violent with him before. Beatings and getting choked was nothing new, and Master had chastised them for going too far several times. But not today.

He really thought they were going to kill him this time. He’d never passed out from being strangled before, and they had never hit his head until now, much less slamming it into the hard marble floor. Twice.

Hunger rumbled in his stomach.

He turned his head to see the table. It was half covered in near empty bottles and glasses, but there was food at the end.

He licked his lips. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and if everyone was asleep…

He slowly got up, wincing as he went. Master wouldn’t notice if a few rolls went missing.

Master had put out so much food, and his friends were more interested in getting drunk, so nearly all of of it was untouched.

He ate cheeses and fruit, pastries and rolls, and even dared to sneak some of the delicious roasted duck.

It wasn’t until he was full, sitting next to the table, that he realized.

Master had forgotten his chains.

Usually Master made sure he was in shackles when his friends came to visit, just to be certain he couldn’t get away from their lust.

Not tonight. Tonight he was unrestrained. He hadn’t even noticed until now.

He looked back at Master and his friends. They were still completely passed out, sprawled out on couches and slumped in armchairs.

He could run. There was nothing stopping him.

Nothing, except… what if Master caught him? He would be so angry. Master would beat him to death if he left.

They’ll kill you if you stay, said a tiny part of him. You know they will. You can’t keep doing this.

He bit his lip. Master was all he knew, his everything. It was the only thing he was good at; serving as his slave was his entire purpose. It was what he was made for.

What else could there possibly be?

You are going to die here.

The tiny part was right.

He grabbed his discarded clothes, tugging on the threadbare shirt, boxers, and pants Master had allowed him.

He stole a cloak off the coat rack and ran out the front door, pulling the hood over his hair.

He ran, and ran, and ran, and his legs hurt and his head pounded but it was better than death and blood and Master.

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He should have stolen some shoes. He limped along, blood from the pads of his feet staining his trail.

Dawn had come and gone, but he didn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop moving.

He avoided the roads, instead sticking to the woods. He couldn’t risk being seen yet. Master had horses, and money, and might pay someone to look for him.

It was a hot day. Sweat dripped down his face and soaked his clothes, the salt stinging the cuts on his legs courtesy of the wilderness.

He tripped over a stone early in the night, and torn a toenail clean off, which hurt like hell.

His legs were sore too, knees on fire and thighs chafing from the dried cum and fabric rubbing the skin.

Maybe it would be worth it to find some water and rest.

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After hours of trekking through the woods, he heard running water. He picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound.

It was a small creek, secluded and quiet. Good.

He stripped off his clothes and waded in. It was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on his skin. He crouched down and drank some of the water, soothing his dusty throat.

He splashed some of the water on his face, wiping away the sweat. He washed off the best he could, and crawled out of the creek. There was a flat rock nearby, and he laid the cloak down on top of it.

A few hours of rest couldn’t hurt.

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He followed the creek after his nap. It would get to a river eventually, and maybe lead to a town where he could beg for some scraps.

He should have stolen the rest of the food at Master’s house. Idiot.

The creek did get bigger, but instead of bringing him to a river, it ran by a traveler’s campsite. The road must be close.

The campsite had just been used, fresh but cold ashes in the firepit, and fresh horse manure still buzzing with flies.

There were berry bushes nearby (unfortunately inedible ones), and he was struck with a thought.

His white hair was identifiable. No one had white hair, Master said so. Master said he was so pretty with white hair. It was why he was allowed to exist; it made him good enough to live despite being a stupid slave who couldn’t do things right.

Master could find him if his hair was still white.

He pulled off the berries, crushing them in his hands. He slathered his hair with them, staining the white to brown. Much better. He pulled his hood back up and followed the horse tracks to the road.

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The road led to a city, and he kept his head down passing through the gates. The guards didn’t even look at him.

There was a tavern just next to the gates, and the smell of food made him hesitate. It was a busy place, even had some stables attached.

He bit his lip.

He didn’t have any money. He went around the stables, and there was a dumpster out back. He peered into the trash, but he couldn’t see anything he could eat. Damn.

The back door to the tavern opened, and he backed away. Not fast enough, because the tavern owner spotted him immediately.

He scrambled away, but she grabbed him by the arm.

“What’re you doing?” She growled. “You a nasty little thief?” She shook his arm, and he whimpered, shaking his head.

“I- I was just hungry-”

She let go of him and he stumbled backwards into the ground. “‘M sorry! I just wanted to look in your trash!” He started to cry.

“Hmph.” She crossed her arms, staring him down.

“Please don’t call the guard,” he begged, sobbing. “I’ll go away, I swear.”

“I don’t like beggars,” she said. “So come here.”

She was going to hit him, and he deserved it for bothering her. He shakily got to his feet, and limped forward.

“There’s a pile of dishes in the sink. Scrub ‘em.”

“W-what?”

“You scrub the plates,” she pointed at him, “and you get food. That way you ain’t beggin’.”

“Thank you! Tha-”

“Shut up.” She turned and walked inside, and he followed.

There was in fact a sink piled full of dishes, and he got to work scrubbing them clean. The kitchen was hot, but he didn’t dare take off his cloak. He was so hungry he was lightheaded, and the smell of food was torture to the gnawing ache in his belly.

The dishes kept coming, and he ignored the strange looks from the wait staff.

After a few hours, the tavern owner handed him a package wrapped with paper.

“Get out.”

He left without argument, opening the package and eating as he walked.

The sandwich was the best thing he ever tasted.

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The second town he came across, the innkeeper let him sleep in the stables in exchange for scrubbing stains out of sheets.

The third city tossed him out before he could offer anything, and he stole some apples from an orchard by the road before getting scared off by barking dogs.

He had a bad feeling about this next town.

The innkeeper was at the counter, and it was not busy at all. It creeped him out. “How many nights?” asked the keeper, a flat tone to his voice as he scribbled in his ledger.

“I, um. I don’t have any money,” he admitted, “but um, is there anything I can do for you?”

The innkeeper slammed the book shut, and he jumped. The innkeeper looked him up and down, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m just hungry,” he said weakly, “do you have any scraps?”

“Nope. Get out.”

“Please,” he tried again. “I’ll do anything.”

The innkeeper stood up. “I said leave.” He began to shove him outside, and he stumbled, bare heels digging into the wood.

“I’ll blow you,” he blurted, and the innkeeper paused. He held his breath. Why did he offer that?

The innkeeper grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the back.

The innkeeper tossed him across the room. He swallowed, his mouth going dry. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The innkeeper stalked forward, and he dropped to his knees, tongue lolling out. The innkeeper unbuckled his belt and he knew what to do.

The innkeeper was rough and impatient, and he let the innkeeper fuck into his throat. He just wanted it over. The man grunted, finishing into his mouth, and he was hungry enough to swallow the cum without hesitation.

“Good enough,” said the man, tucking himself back into his pants, and relief flooded him. “Wait here.”

He got a hunk of cheese and a loaf of bread for the trouble.

“Next time offer your ass,” said the innkeeper with a nasty grin, “and maybe I’ll let you sleep the night.”

He scrambled for the door, laughter trailing behind him. There wasn’t going to be a next time.

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There was a next time.

There were several next times, all of which he tried to avoid but couldn’t if he wanted to eat.

He didn’t sleep in the cities anymore, too scared after someone forced themselves on him while he slept exposed in the stables.

That time, the innkeeper was even angry to find him still in the hay the next morning, and had used a horsewhip to punish and chase him out.

He trudged along the road.

Gods, he was so hungry. He felt faint, a chill to his bones despite the sun beating down on him.

He’d been heading north the whole time, and now the cities and towns were few and far between.

The last stop was pleasant, the woman who owned the lodge only asking him to sweep the floor in exchange for a bowl of chicken and rice.

That was a week ago.

The berry bushes along the road were bare now, the birds plucking them empty. He chewed on tree leaves and ate dandelions when he could, but it did little for his stomach.

Please, he prayed to the gods, I know none of you care, but please.

Maybe he should have stayed with Master.

He shook the thought from his head. Anything was better than Master.

Even if it was starving to death in the wilderness.

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The road became thin and rough. It narrowed down to a single cart wide and he wondered if he had walked to the end. But over the horizon was a blurry shape beneath the setting sun, and he dared to hope it was either a village or that he was finally dying and was hallucinating.

He kept walking.

It was a village, with an inn.

He stumbled through the door as nightfall fell.

The tavernkeeper was at the counter, and there was a small crowd in the dining room.

“Please,” he slurred, ready to offer whatever was left of him.

But the tavernkeeper held up a hand to stop him.

“I’ve heard of you,” he said, and his heart sank. Did Master know too? “You’ll do anything for a meal and a bed for the night, right?”

Not necessarily a bed, but he nodded, the effort making his head pound.

“I want a private conversation with you in the morning,” said the keeper, his expression hard to read. “That’s all. I'll even throw in breakfast afterwards.”

He stared at the tavern keeper.

“Yes, sir,” he rasped. No one had ever offered him breakfast. Was it a trick? Too keep him here longer, so that Master would come and drag him away?

The keeper gestured for him to sit at the bar, and disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned quickly with a bowl of stew and a crust of bread, and, of all things, a mug of warm cider.

He never had cider before. Master never allowed him to drink.

The tavern keeper told him where his room (a whole room? with a bed? and a lock?) was, and left him alone to eat.

The food was amazing, and he had to stop himself from scarfing it down and making himself sick. He’d made that mistake before, and completely lost his meal. He remembered crying over the vomit.

The bed was just as good as the food, but he couldn’t close his eyes.

What if the innkeeper told Master where he was? How long would it take Master to come for him?

He rolled over in the bed.

Surely the tavernkeeper wanted more than just talking.

If he were smart, he’d sneak out before dawn. But the keeper promised breakfast, and he wasn’t smart.

He couldn’t pass up two meals in a row. It was too tempting.

He thought about the mysterious generosity of the cider, and the sweet taste of the apples used to make it.

This could be his last night alive before he died by his Master’s hands.

He cried himself into a fitful sleep.

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according2thelore · 1 month

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I think in es/ls verse that ls!sam would absolutely refuse to tell either of the younger ones about the future for WormHole Reasons but also because he knows they mentally cannot handle the idea of hell/the cage/purgatory/mom coming back/meeting god/the like.

and that's the Old Winchesters party line so obviously ls!dean is like 👌 sounds good sam whatever you say 👌 and then drops tantalizing hints in front of es!dean to fuck with him. just enough to drive him crazy, not enough to actually give him knowledge.

but. es sam is a goddamn bloodhound. he does not believe that any version of dean has the Right to keep any secret from him, ever, actually, and he's so so curious, and grizzled old dean is so WHIPPED by this entitled baby sam that he ends up spilling wayyyy too much. HE CAN'T HELP IT. plus he's jealous that his sam is spending time with es!dean, so.....

anyway, cue es!sam yelling at es!dean because how dare he sell his soul for him, months before he actually does it. es!dean overhearing es!sam ask his older self if they actually go to hell and what's it like, and dean loses his mind. etcetera.

"hitler's scared of me." dean says. the younger version of him slows down chewing, but doesn't stop. sam and...well, sam have gotten up to go look at the state map on the far wall of the diner, trying to see where alva, oklahoma is.

"yeah, okay." younger dean says--little dick, dean wants to dub him, but that weirdly feels like a self-burn, so dean goes back to brainstorming--but he must see something in dean's eyes, because his own get huge. like, cartoon-character huge.

then he starts choking. dean's sam--sammy, they've started calling him--comes over and smacks the kid on the back, then glares at dean like dean just purposefully and cruelly antagonized a wet kitten in a dumpster. or baby jesus.

"no fucking way. guy's been dead for like--seventy years!"

"elliot ness or hitler?" sammy asks dean through gritted teeth, still glaring holes into his face.

"i meet elliot ness?" little dick--fuck it, kid's annoying--cries, and sammy slaps a hand to his forehead.

"shit."

~~~

“lord palpatine has a granddaughter and she's hot." dean calls into the shower room as he passes, and he hears a loud crash.

"i'm going to FUCKING kill you!" little dean screeches--again, weirdly demoralizing--and dean cackles the whole way to the kitchen.

~~~

"you should get really good a sword-fighting." dean suggests. younger dean just slumps forward.

"why?" he asks, like dean just suggested he stick a grenade pin up his dick or chew off sam's toenails.

"dunno. seems destined." dean says, and his world gets rocked as sammy hits him on the back of the head with a book thicker than his arm--as hard as he can.

~~~

"am i happy?" sam asks--baby sam, even though they've established that he's just 'sam,' with flashing eyes and a curled lip--because he's a manipulative piece of shit. dean can feel his shoulders tense.

they're sitting on the couch in the dean cave and re-watching some old hits, like the original clash of the titans. sam has strategically placed himself so his skinny thigh is pressed against dean's bigger one.

dean has very carefully not looked down to catalogue the difference because he knows he's going to do something stupid like pop a boner over it. dean knows that the closeness is strategic. but god, sammy--sam--smells like his old aftershave and summer. his eyes are bright and unlined. and he's playing dean's strings with deft fingers as he rolls his neck and looks at dean with eyes bigger than the damn sky.

they've been spending so much time together lately now that sam--adult sam--has found his new favourite in dean's younger self. sammy told the tiny asshole--what the hell is he going to call this kid--that he did a good job the other day, and the kid damn near pissed himself in delight like an excited puppy. dean's not speaking to either of them at the moment.

sam's been gently plying him with questions over the past few days. did i ever finish my degree? do i have my own car? was this from our last hunt? why do you and sammy look at us like that? what's our favorite place to eat?

some of them are innocuous but most are not, and this most recent question has knocked dean flat on his ass. he can't help but picture sammy--older sammy, his sammy--and his hollow eyes. his smiles. his eyes rolling in pain and pleasure and exasperation.

"yes. fuck. i hope so." dean admits, too damn easily, and he sounds like he's begging. he searches sam's face, prying his eyes apart for the answer. he's a kid. too damn young. he's dean's baby. dean feels like it's a promise, and it feels inadequate, an i'm taking care of you, i guess, so dean tries to cast the words in iron.

"i'd do anything to keep you safe, sammy. sam." dean corrects himself quickly, even though sam melts into his side like a cat. "to keep you happy. alive."

and sam kind of freezes, pulls back a little.

"what did you do?" the words are hard.

dean's stomach sinks. "what?"

"what did you do, dean?"

and dean tries to demur, like oh come on, it's just an expression. but dean knows that sam saw the depth there, heard the weight of it. he knows that there are decades underneath those words. lives under those words.

he sinks his teeth into dean, into the very marrow of him, and doesn't let up. dean tries to fight off his insistence, fielding questions for almost ten minutes before sam grabs him, hard, and shakes him.

"did i kill you--did you let me kill you?" sam begs, hands tight fists in dean's shirt and of all the things dean was expecting, it's not this.

"what?" he asks. "what are you talking about?"

and sam lets him go, falls back against the couch, hand over his mouth and dean's afraid he's going to throw up. dean knows--in a way he didn't know when he was young and stupid and twenty-seven--that sam needs time to think, so he lets sam stew.

"that's the worst thing i can imagine." sam says, finally. "i have dreams where yellow eyes kills you. i have dreams where dad does. and i...and i have dreams where i do it. because of what i'm becoming. and i...i don't know what's a nightmare and what's a--a vision--and i--"

and dean tucks this little kid under his chin, wraps arms around him that could suffocate him if he tried hard enough, and holds sam to him like sam will fly apart if he doesn't.

"nothing like that, baby." dean murmurs into his hair, and lets sam quietly wail into his shirt. he doesn't say, i'd let you kill me, because sam knows. he knows. it would be one of dean's gentler deaths, any death at the hands of his brother, but how could dean even start to say that?

"tell me dean. we protect each other, right?" sam begs, wet against his neck, and dean shushes him, feeling inadequate.

"of course. you're my baby brother. i'll always look out for you."

~~~

"promise me."

"i'm not gonna do that, sammy."

"it's--never mind. look at me."

"what--what? we gonna sit here and talk about our feelings? what do you want from me?"

"something's happened to them. don't tell me you haven't noticed. your sam is barely holding it together."

"hold on, he's not my--"

"i don't know, okay? bad feeling. just promise me you're not going to do something dumb. or let me...i don't know."

"now sam, when have i ever done something stupid?" a smile in his voice.

"you're impossible." fond. sad. warm. lonely. acknowledging. dean backs away from the doorway.

~~~

"i'd do it." dean--fuck it, dean's run out of nicknames for the little fucker. "whatever we do. in the future. i'll do anything for him."

he's standing in dean's doorway. that's the first time really that he's said we--an implied understanding that they are technically one person, the same person. dean doesn't look up from the gun he's cleaning. i know, he should say. or good. or it's not going to be enough.

but he just looks up into his younger face, and for the first time since this whole fuck-show started, feels something like pity. like camaraderie.

"c'mere." he says. "lemme show you how to load a mag in six seconds."

~~~

this RAN AWAY FROM ME!!!!! i LOVE this idea anon!!! your brain is brilliant!!!

i personally don't see LS!Dean telling ES!Sam about hell, for the same reason LS!Sam can't tell ES!Dean about the cage. it's too close, too personal, too real. inevitably.

ES!Sam would go mad with it, i think. hell, we SEE him unhinged in the show, actively or passively killing people to get dean back. LS!Dean would never want to put that on him, couldn't bear it. but i think he'd get pretty close.

anyway! sorry for the length, lol! i'm actually pretty proud of this one, and i had a lot of fun thinking about it! thank you for the ask anon! you are so correct!

-lizzy <3

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

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patheticlittlemen · 7 months

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HOW SDV BACHELORS REACT TO TESTOSTERONE CHANGES

A/N: Headcanons about if the farmer starts testosterone while married to the bachelors. Sooo super self indulgent and a little silly (very based off my own experience) NSFW so MDNI

This one is my favorite boys- Harvey, Shane, and Elliott. Let me know if there are any other bachelor/ettes you would like added!!

HARVEY

General- Medically fascinated by the changes and grateful to see how happy all of these things make you.

Body hair

Enjoys seeing how much hair grows in new places. Personally enjoys the hair on your chest.

Facial hair

One night, you’re sitting on the bed with your legs slung over Harvey’s lap as he rambles on about the new plane model he ordered. When he turns to look at you, his babbling pauses and he reaches a hand to swipe his thumb across your upper lip.

“You’ve got a mustache growing!” Harvey said excitedly. “Hey, maybe someday you’ll grow one as good as mine.”

Voice

Will always remind you not to talk too much or force your voice when it starts dropping. Makes sure you drink a lot of water and always has lozenges and tea on hand for you when your throat hurts.

Bottom growth

Fascinated by it, in a medical and sexual sense. Loves to look at it and touch it, and really enjoys jerking you off.

Libido

This man gets sooo flustered every time you talk about sex or being horny, no matter how long you’ve been together. Is willing to explore any new interests but this man can’t quite keep up with you, so he buys sex toys for you to use when he isn’t in the mood.

Bonus: Adam’s Apple

“Harvey!” You call out, running into the kitchen with your hand on your neck.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Harvey turns around, looking worried.

“Feel!” You grab his hand and place it on your neck.

“What am I supposed to be- oh!” Harvey’s fingers settle on the new lump in your throat. “Is that?”

“Yeah! I didn’t even know testosterone could do that!” You grin.

“That’s so cool!” Harvey seems genuinely fascinated and grins back.

SHANE

General- Supportive in a bro way. Super excited to be with you during this time of change.

Body hair

Really likes the hair on your thighs. He likes your thighs already and thinks the hair adds to the appeal.

Facial hair

You walk out of the bathroom, lazily drying your hair with a towel. Shane looks up from the bed, smiling at you as you make your way to him. You lean down to gently kiss him but he stops you.

“Did you wash your face? You got some…” Shane runs his thumb above your upper lip, trying to wipe away whatever he thought was there.

“What, you don’t like my mustache?” You giggle. Shane’s eyebrows raise.

“Babe, I love you, and….I’m sure it will look great one day, but that day is not today. Please shave.”

Voice

Absolutely teases you about your voice cracks. If you complain about his teasing, he’ll claim he’s just helping to give you the “full male experience”.

Bottom growth

Fucks around and finds out. Can tell exactly when he hits the right spot and always remembers what feels good for you. IMO he likes overstimulation and loves to keep playing with your dick until you’re crying.

Libido

He will fuck you any time you ask, no matter how or when. Loves helping you explore any new kinks or turn-ons and can surprisingly keep up with you well.

Bonus: Hand veins

You’re on a walk with Shane, holding hands. It’s been a long day of work on the farm, and you’re feeling a bit dehydrated so you stop by the Stardrop Saloon. As you’re ordering some food and water, Shane kisses the back of your hand. He pauses, looking down at your hand and running a finger along it.

“Have you always had these veins?” He asks.

“Hm?” You look down at your hand, seeing how prominent the veins are. “Oh, those are new. They mostly show up when I’m dehydrated.”

“Huh. They’re hot.” Shane smirks up at you and kisses the back of your hand again, this time directly on the veins.

ELLIOT

General- Thinks all the changes are so beautiful. Enjoys being able to experience all of it along with you, happy to see you become comfortable with yourself.

Body hair

Obsessed with your happy trail. Loves to kiss down your stomach and likes to casually run his hands along it, feeling all the hair.

Facial hair

You’re making dinner for you and Elliott when he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He steps to the side and grabs your chin, turning your head so you can kiss him. After pulling away, his hand stays on your chin and his finger strokes underneath it, his brows furrowed.

“What’s up?” You ask. A smile grows on Elliott’s face.

“Looks like you’ve got a beard growing,” Elliott says, excitedly. “I can teach you how to shave!”

Voice

“My love…I’m back…”

You jump out of bed as you hear Elliott’s voice. He’s been gone a whole week for his book tour and you’ve missed him dearly.

“Elliott! I’ve missed you!” You hug him tightly.

“Whoa, was your voice always that deep?” Elliott hugs you back.

“I mean, I have felt like it was dropping lately.” Your voice cracks as you speak and Elliott laughs.

“Only gone a week and I’ve already missed so much. I’ve got a lot to catch up on!”

Bottom growth

Always very gender-affirming, referring to it and any sexual acts with strictly male terms (i.e. dick, jerking off). Looooves giving you head.

Libido

Likes to stick with what he likes, but will try some new things for you. As much as he loves making love, his libido isn’t as high as yours but will go down on you/use toys on you any time you want.

Bonus: Scent changes

After a long morning of tending to crops and animals, you pull yourself into the house, desperate for a shower. You make a beeline for the bathroom but are stopped by the door being closed.

“Elliott?” You ask, knocking gently. He opens the door, setting his comb down.

“Hello, darling.” He leans in for a hug and you can’t even protest as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder.

“Elliott, I’m gross and sweaty.” You argue, trying to push him off you.

“Hmm, you smell different. You smell good, like…very masculine.”

“No, I smell gross.”

“Nope. I think I could sit here and smell you all day.” Elliott murmurs.

“There will be time for that later. Now let me take a shower, please.”

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r0ck-e4t1ng-3ll10t · 9 months

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im back bitches 😎🔥🙏🏼

#not really #i will not be back for a few more months #LOL #just lurking #elliot’s hot hits!

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 9 days

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Hi!!! I love and am so grateful for your blog! I’m wondering if you know of any fics that take place in 5x14 New New York after Klaine has their argument conversation and they’re going to have really hot makeup sexy times

I’ve been looking and can’t find them for some reason! Thank you!

I did a quick AO3 search for you and found 3 hits, we had a few reaction fics to 5x14 regarding Elliot here, a one shot reaction fic on FF.net, and I think I hit the jackpot with this ficlet by slightestwind. Any other suggestions? Please leave them in the comments. Thanks! ~Lynne

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I’m Always Here - Part 6

Word Count: 4596

Warnings: language (duh), abuse (Not Travy), throwing up, preterm labor, lots of medical talk

You woke up the next morning with Travis wrapped around you.

“Morning babe, I gotta go grocery shopping today.” You mumbled.

“I can do that,” he said.

“No you can’t”

“I’ll drive?”

“Fine, but you get to wake up Miss Sassy.”

“Got it.”

He went to get up and you stopped him.

“What, pretty girl?”

“We don’t have to get up just yet.”

He nodded.

“Babe my vision just went blurry.”

“Ok, just breathe. Just hold on.”

You nodded. “Travy I’m really scared.”

“I know I’m right here.”

Travis grabbed his phone calling her doctor.

“Hello? Yeah, this is Travis Kelve, my wife is Y/N Y/L/N. Her vision just went blurry.”

You were scared. You’ve never had this happen.

“Ok, the doctor said to just lay down, take deep breaths, wait 10 minutes if it doesn’t pass then head into the ER.”

——

10 minutes later

Travis walked into the room.

“It go away?” He asked, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Oh thank the lord.”

You laughed. He sat down on the bed.

“I invited Jason and mom over.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought they could come over and watch football.”

“Oh that’s right. I forgot it was Jason’s bye week too.”

“Avery loves him so you won’t be bothered. Kylie will be here.”

“I love her, I would divorce you and marry her. We agreed on this.”

“You can’t divorce me. We aren’t even married yet.”

“Well, as soon as we get married I’m divorcing you for Kylie.”

“I think you would have to get Jase to agree with that too.”

“He’d be ok with that.”

Travis laughed, “You two are meant to be sister in laws.”

“Duh? Don’t you think so?”

There was a knock on the door. Travis walked over and opened it, seeing his brother Jason, his sister-in-law Kylie, and his nieces Wyatt, Elliot, and Bennett.

“Where’s Momma Kelce?” You asked.

“She’s coming. She said she needed to run by the store,” Kylie stated.

“Oh no,” Travis said.

“What?”

“She’s probably gonna walk in with some type of gift for Avs,” Travis said.

“Speaking of which, where is my favorite niece?” Jason questioned.

As if on cue Avery came running to Jason.

“Hey Avs. How are you?”

“I good Uncle J.”

“That’s good kiddo.”

“Uncle J, you wanna see something cool?”

“What’s that kiddo?”

“My baby brother’s room.”

Avery dragged Jason up the stairs to the office, now Grayson’s room.

Travis walked up there, “I did it all by myself, j. She cried on me man. This was once my office ya know.”

“So let me get this straight. You had no help from anyone else?”

“Nope! I did it all on my own. With the help of Y/N’s pinterest.”

Jason laughed.

“It looks good lil bro.”

“Thanks I have everything organized in the drawers and closet. I wanted her to not be overwhelmed.”

“Since when do you know how to organize anything?”

“Look for yourself.”

Jason started opening drawers, nodding his head.

“I’m proud of the way you turned yourself around for her. She is so much happier with you than she was with Sam.”

“How do you know how she was when she was with Sam?”

“She called me one night crying.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing.”

“Jason, what the fuck did she say?”

He sighed, “she didn’t want me saying anything.”

“I don’t care what she doesn’t want right now.”

“He hit her. A couple weeks before you and her one-night stand. She said he came home drunk one night, Avery was with her parents. And she said he called her some things, and hit her.”

“How bad?”

“Busted lip and nose she sent pictures to Kylie. It was bad. He probably hit her before that too.”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

“Because she asked me not to.”

“So?”

“Travis, I didn’t tell you, because you probably would’ve killed him.”

“True. I was a hot head. I’m just glad she’s okay now. But her pregnancy has been hell.” He sighed.

“Yeah, I know. She called Ky the other night crying.”

“It is just that everything has gone wrong.”

“Kylie is trying to reassure her, Ky told me that Y/N wanted a pedicure and a massage.”

“Maybe I’ll take her to do that on Tuesday.”

“You should. But you should also ask about Sam.”

“Hey fellas.” They heard.

“Hey baby,” Travis said.

“Whatcha talking about?”

Travis nodded his head towards Jason.

“Manly things.”

“Sure, I can only imagine.” You laughed.

“Can we talk?” Travis asked her.

“Ok?”

Travis pulled you into your bedroom.

“I need you to be 100% honest with me about something.”

“Ok? What’s up?”

“Did Sam ever physically hurt you?”

“How do you know about that?” you backed up.

“Y/N just answer the fucking question. Did Sam ever hit you?”

“Yeah…”

“How often?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Y/N how often?”

“Daily,” you mumbled hoping he didn’t hear you.

He did.

“Did Jason tell you?”

He was silent.

“Did Jason fucking tell you!”

‘Yes, but only just now. He didn’t tell me until today.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

You turned away and he touched your shoulder. He pulled you into his arms.

“He only told me because he wants to make sure you are ok.”

You started to sob.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.”

“No, it’s ok. I’m just glad you told me now.”

“Avery didn’t see anything.” You sobbed into his chest, you were trying to calm down.

“Y/N/N, baby, it’s ok. He can’t hurt you anymore. I promise. I will keep you safe.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes with your hands.

“I love you. Do you know that? I love you, Avery, and our little baby. I will be here for the rest of time.”

“I love you so much Travis. You’re becoming a father every day and I’m so proud of you.” You smiled.

“I’m trying my hardest. But I feel like I am failing.”

“You aren’t failing travis. You are learning.”

He nodded.

“You’re growing. Learning is good. Means you’re not at a stand still.”

He nodded and kissed you passionately.

“Now let’s go back downstairs and enjoy your brother and his family.”

Travis guided you out of the room. You began gagging immediately running to the bathroom, your face in the toilet throwing up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Your brother made food.”

“And the odor?” He asked you.

You nodded dry heaving.

“Ok, hold on. Stay here.”

Travis ran out of the room.

Travis ran into the other room where everyone was.

You were hugging the toilet afterwards. This was awful. You felt bad.

“Hey guys, she is super sensitive to scents right now. So is there any way you guys can attempt to get the scent out and not cook anything.”

“Oh my good, yeah I’m so sorry J, didn’t even think.”

Travis went back upstairs and found you in bed. You looked rough.

“Are you ok baby?”

“I don’t know. I feel so bad. I just wish this was over so I could go back to normal.”

“Baby this is normal. It’s ok. You don’t need to feel bad.”

You leaned over and began puking in the bucket. Travis rubbed your back. You hated this.

——

You woke up the next morning. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but Travis wasn’t next to you in bed.

“Trav?” You asked out loud, wondering where he was.

You walked down to the living room. You saw Travis and Avery cuddled up on the couch watching Aladdin.

“Good morning Mama,” Travis said.

“Mommy,” Avery yelled.

“Avery baby don’t yell mama has been sick.”

“I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s ok baby.”

You walked over to Travis as he pulled you onto the couch and you laid your head down in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t you have a podcast today with Jason?” You asked.

“Yeah but not until 11. I have an hour and a half left to spend with my girls. Before he takes my full attention for 4 hours.”

“4 hours?”

This was the first time Travis would be recording the podcast at your house. He had kept his house in the Briarcliff neighborhood, and he would go back every time he would need to film. Until last friday when he moved all the equipment into the basement.

“Yeah, it’s four hours.”

“Okay I can manage.” You say.

“I was actually going to ask you something.”

“Oh gosh what?”

He looked at you.

“Travis, it better not be weird or I swear-“

“I want you to be on the podcast today. Well Jason and I want you to.”

“Why? I’m normally not on it.”

“I know. But we wanted to make this episode all about you. Like we did with Kylie.”

“Fine, I'll join.”

“Yay! J is so excited.”

“I’d say.”

——

About two hours later you heard Travi announce your name and you sat down next to him on the couch.

“Hey Jason.” You smiled sitting down grabbing Travis’s hand, “How are you?”

“Good. How’s the baby? Can we announce the gender yet?”

“Baby Kelce is good, but we were going to see if you wanted to say it,” Travis said.

“I’m texting it to you right now Jason.” You said.

“Ok.” he waited a minute until the text came in.

“Introducing Grayson Kelce, middle name yet to be decided.”

“Yeah we can’t agree on that one,” you said.

“Oh boy that’s tough.” Jason chuckled.

“I know.” Travis smiled.

“I liked my idea,” you said.

“We will talk about it later,” Travis chuckled.

You sat for about another hour. Jason kept asking more questions.

“We got a shout out at the Chiefs game yesterday,” Travis says.

“What?” Jason asks.

“Huh?” You asked, “ what?”

“Tony Loma, shouted Y/N on National television. A cameraman panned up to my suite, and the only thing you can see is Y/N/N trying to wrestle Avery, who is hanging upside down by Bradley. Bradley Cooper, Y/N’s brother for those who don’t know–” Travis gets cut off but Jason.

“You did not just refer to Bradley fucking Cooper as Y/N/N’s brother.” Jason asked.

“He’s my brother jay.” You smiled and rubbed your belly.

“Yeah but he is Bradley mother-fuckin’ Cooper. He sang with Lady gaga.”

You got up not feeling too good. Your stomach was tight. You went upstairs to get on the couch. You could still hear Travis in the basement.

“Alright guys that is all we got for today.”

“Don’t forget to subscribe on Youtube, and wherever you get your podcasts,” Jason said.

You heard Travis ascending up the stairs.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t know. I just started cramping really bad.”

You grabbed his hand and put it on your belly which he felt it tighten up. All of a sudden the couch became soaked.

“Oh my fucking god. Did your water just break?”

“No, wait, maybe. But it shouldn’t have. I am only 29 weeks.” You started to freak out as you grabbed Travis’s hand again.

—-

Travis got you to the hospital and they had you hooked up to several machines. Travis was on his phone.

“Baby, will you come over here please?” You asked Travis.

“I’m sorry. But my mom just texted me saying Avery just laid down for a nap. I just wanted to respond. I am coming to you right now.”

“Ok. Is she being good for Donna?”

“As always.” He smiled.

“I just want a shower so bad.” You groan.

“I know, baby.”

“I’m scared. He’s too early. I’m not ready. I can’t do this. He won’t be ok.”

“The doctors are going to take care of him.”

“But I’m-“

“Honey, he will be ok. You Will be ok. The doctors will keep the two of you safe.”

The nurse walked into the room and checked the machines. She checked the baby heart monitor.

“Ok everything seems to be ok, but your blood pressure is up. So let’s try and calm down a little.”

“She just got worked up, like 20 seconds before you came in. She is just scared. She has severe anxiety normally, so this is not helping.”

You leaned into Travis’s shoulder. You hated this nurse. She was rude. And she had been flirting with Travis, right in front of you.

“I’m sorry, can I have a new nurse, I just can’t right now.”

“Um-I guess. But now you are gonna have to do this all over again.”

“Yeah, at this point I am ok with that, because you are a bitch.”

“I’m sorry about her–” Travis said.

“No, don’t be sorry about me. She is. Please leave.”

The nurse left and Travis looked at you. You rolled your eyes not caring. An older nurse walked in.

“Travis?”

“Hey Rachel.” He smiled.

“Rachel? You two know each other?”

“I’m a friend of his moms.” She smiled.

“Oh ok.”

“Yeah, Donna and I have talked about you before. How are you doing?”

“Besides being in preterm labor. Somewhat good.”

She chuckled, “okay I’m going to examine you and see what’s going on.”

“Do what you gotta do.” You replied.

“It looks like you are ready to push. Let me go get the doctor.”

——

3 hours later, Grayson Daniel Kelce is in the NICU, hooked up to too many machines, according to you. And you had just been wheeled into the OR. You had started bleeding and doctors couldn’t stop it in your room.

Travis was in the waiting room and was alone. His parents were on the way along with Jason and Kylie. Travis felt helpless in that moment.

He walked down to the NICU to see Grayson. He had never felt more hurt. He couldn’t do anything to help you. And his baby, who weighed 2 pounds, was hooked up to so many things. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate was slow.

“Travis!” Kylie yelled.

He turned around and was immediately hugged by her. He felt tears in his eyes.

“I can’t do anything to help her. Or him. I can’t do anything. This is the first time in my life I feel like the most useless person ever. He weighs 2 pounds Ky, 2. When Avery was born she was 7.4 pounds. Do you know what it feels like to see a two pound baby?”

“Yes I do Trav, you’re a strong man. Both of them need you right now. You’re gonna need to be strong.”

“I can’t Kylie. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything.”

“You need to be strong Travis. She needs you. Grayson needs you. Y/N is going to be in pain. She is going to be depressed. Grayson weighs two pounds. He needs you to protect him. He cannot protect himself right now.”

An hour later they saw you being wheeled into recovery. You were on strong pain meds. The doctor talked to Travis. You were in bed.

Travis had never felt more helpless and he watched you sleep in your room.

He sat in the chair beside you.

“Trav?”

“Hey babygirl, how are you feeling?”

“Like you tackled me.”

“I have never tackled you.”

“I know. But this is how I would imagine it.”

“I love you.”

“How’s Grayson?”

“He’s good, Jason is in there watching him right now.”

“I feel so disgusting Travie. I’m sweaty, blood everywhere-“

“Baby, we will get you cleaned up after a bit. Once the medicine wears off a little bit more .”

“Are you gonna help me in the shower? I’m gonna need it.”

“I can help you or the nurse can.”

“No, I want you too.”

“Ok.”

“I feel comfortable with you being there in the shower. Because I know I’m safe.”

“Baby you would be safe with a nurse too.”

“I just want you.”

“Ok.”

“Can I see Grayson?”

“Let me go check with the nurses.” He got up and left the room for a moment.

Travis came back in with a nurse following behind him.

“Hey Y/N, I’m Loraine and I'll be your nurse until you are discharged. Unfortunately as of right now you are unable to see Grayson due to you still being in your bed. But you should be able to see him on Friday. So in 4 days.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Tears spring to your eyes.

The nurse left and Travis FaceTimed Jason. He answered.

“How’s momma bear?”

“I’m ok,” you said through your sobs.

“Oh Y/N/N. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see Gray until Friday.”

Jason flipped the camera showing Grayson.

“There’s the cub added to the pack.”

“He looks just like Trav,” you said.

“He does.” You could hear Kylie say.

“He also looks like you though mama,” Travis said to you.

“I wanna see him so badly.” You started sobbing harder.

Travis hugged you and you sobbed into his chest. You couldn’t take it.

“Baby you’ll be able to see him on Friday.”

“But that’s 4 days away and I want to see him now.”

“Hey, who knows maybe you’ll get to see him earlier. But for now why don’t we get you in the shower.”

——

It was now Friday, the day you had been looking forward to all week. You were slowly walking down the hallway with Travis. He was helping you.

“I wanna get married already,” you blurted out.

He stopped and looked at you.

“You wanna get married? Like right now?”

“Not right now, I mean like a week or two from now. Or when I can fully enjoy the honeymoon.”

“Baby I don’t think we would be able to have a honeymoon for like a year or more. You are not gonna want to leave Grayson. Remember when Avery was born and you didn’t leave her with someone besides me for 8 months.”

“I trust Jason and Kylie.”

“Are you saying you didn’t trust them when we had Avs?”

“Honey, it was our first child.”

Travis’s phone started ringing.

“Hello,” he answered.

It was quiet for a moment before his face fell.

“You ok?”

“Avery is being rushed to the hospital.”

“What?!”

“Hold on, my mom is still talking.”

You leaned against the wall.

“They’ll be here in 5 minutes, let's get you a wheelchair.”

You made it back to your room shortly after Donna called. You were waiting for them to arrive. The ambulance showed up and you grabbed his hand.

“Would you wear the ring while playing?” You asked, trying to divert the conversation.

“I don’t know. I could because my gloves would help make sure it didn’t fall off. But I don’t know.”

“I mean you could wear a silicone one.”

“Yeah I don’t know.”

An hour later a doctor came into your room.

“Are you the parents of Avery Kelce?”

“Yes, is she ok?” You asked the doctor.

“She has leukemia.”

You began sobbing. This was the worst thing you could have heard. The doctor took Travis outside to discuss the situation.

Travis came back in a few moments later with tears in his eyes.

“What Travis?”

He sat on the bed grabbing your hand.

“Baby…tell me.” You pleaded.

“It’s bad. It developed fast. She needs a bone marrow transplant immediately and Jason, Kylie, mom and I aren’t matched. And they can’t test you since you just had Grayson. She doesn’t have much time and they don’t know when a match will come in.”

“Would social media-“

“No, we aren't putting our sick baby on social media. The doctors are reaching out and they might have one but we won’t know for a couple of hours.”

“Travis I can’t do this both my daughter and my son are in the hospital. I am stuck in a bed and can’t do shit. I just want to go home.”

“I know.”

You slowly got up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door. He heard the shower.

Travis knocked on the door.

“Baby can I come in?”

“No Travis. I need to be alone right now.”

Kylie walked into the room and knocked.

“Honey you ok?”

“No Ky. I’m not ok. My babies are stuck in the hospital dying. I can’t do anything. I am the worst mom in the world. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

You were in the shower not even caring about the door opening and closing.

Travis walked over to you. Seeing blood flowing steadily.

“Baby?”

“I didn’t do anything that just started. I wanted to do something until I saw it a minute ago. And I just stood here.”

“Where is it coming from?”

“Who cares?” you stated.

“I care. I want you to be ok. I want Grayson to be ok. I want Avery to be ok. But I need to know I will be walking out with the love of my life and you are bleeding right now.”

“I can’t….I can’t….”

“You can.”

“No Travis. I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to be done. I’m tired of the pain mentally and physically.”

“Kylie go get a nurse!”

“Travis,” you warned.

“No Y/N-“ he shouted.

You had flinched for the first time in the 5 years of you and Travis being together, you were scared of him.

“You have to be ok. I need you to be ok. I don’t know a world where you don’t exist. I have known you since kindergarten and I don’t know how to survive without you. So you need to be ok.”

“I’m lightheaded.”

Travis pulled you towards him and wrapped a towel around you.

Kylie and the nurse came in.

“What happened?”

“She started bleeding.” Travis said.

“Where is it coming from?”

“Babe, where is it coming from?” He asked you.

“I don’t fucking know. Nor do I care.”

“I think it’s down there:” Kylie says.

“Ok let’s get her into the bed.”

Travis picked you up and placed you on the bed.

“Travis, please stop, just let me be.”

“I’m not letting you die.”

The nurse examined you as you began crying.

“I’m gonna get the doctor. Then we will probably go to the O.R.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby girl. But you are going to be ok.”

“Can we get married?”

“Honey, we already talked about this. Remember?”

“No.”

“What do you mean?”

“We never set the date.”

“Pick a day.” He smiled.

“June 14th.”

“Five months away?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought we said in a couple weeks.”

“I want it to be in June when we can go to the beach.”

He chuckled.

“We could go to the beach at any time cause we can fly anywhere.”

“True. I kinda wanna rent a cabin in the mountains and just have my way with you for a few days.”

“What if we do both?”

“What do you mean?”

“We can just have a long honeymoon and go to the beach for a few days and then go to the mountains for a couple days”

“But I want to go to Italy and Egypt and-”

“Baby, we can’t go everywhere in two weeks. But we can go on several vacations over time.”

The doctor came in and they began wheeling you down to the OR.

“I don’t want to go. I’m scared. Check on Gray and Avs. I don’t want them to die. I love you.”

He kissed you and went to see Avery first.

Avery was hanging on. The hospital had gotten a call 30 minutes ago that a donor came in. They were prepping her for surgery when Travis walked in. Travis kissed her forehead and told her he loved her. Tears sprung to his eyes.

Travis walked into Grayson’s room. Jason was holding him.

“You know she is gonna kill you when she finds out.”

“You wanna hold him?” Jason asked.

“Yeah.”

“And what do you mean she is gonna kill me?” Jason asks.

“Y/N. She hasn’t held him yet and she is not gonna like finding out you were the first to hold him.”

“I’ve been holding him for like five minutes.”

“She still isn’t gonna like it.”

“What if we just tell her you were the first to hold him.”

“She still isn’t gonna like that.”

“We just won’t tell her.”

Travis was doing skin to skin with Grayson. Doctors said it would help him get better. They didn’t know the science behind it but it worked. Travis sat there for about two hours before a doctor came in to update him about Avery.

“Do you have an update?”

“On Avery yes. She is doing well. The transplant was successful. She should be ready to go home on Monday.”

“Ok. Any update on my wife?”

“She’s in recovery. The stitches ruptured. The surgeon did a sloppy job the first time.”

“Why the fuck was it a sloppy job?”

“Rushed possibly. It’s fixed now-“

“Why was it rushed?”

“Well the doctor who was working on your doctor needed to go work on your son so he was probably trying to get your wife done as soon as possible.”

Travis saw you being wheeled into the room. He felt a wave of relief as he saw your droopy eyes looking at him.

“Hey baby girl, how do you feel?”

“I want to see Grayson and I want to hold him. I want to go home.”

“Okay.”

“Any news on Avery?”

“She’s going to make a full recovery. They took her to surgery shortly after they took you and she finished up a few moments ago–”

“Hey doc, is there any way all three of us can be in the same room? At least me and my daughter?”

“I can make that happen.” He nods leaving.

You sighed.

“Thank you!”

“It’s my pleasure. You should be able to go home on Tuesday. As well as both of your kids. Grayson is doing very well. The skin-to-skin contact with your husband definitely helped.”

You looked at Travis. “You….held-“

“I’m sorry. We weren’t—“

“I’m sorry we?”

“Jason was in there with me while I was doing it. We weren’t going to tell you because we didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

Tears rushed down your face.

“Baby—“

“No it’s ok. I’m glad it was you first. And that you helped him. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Technically it was Jason but he held him for like two seconds before I got him.”

You started sobbing.

“So it wasn’t you it was J?”

“Jason held him not doing skin to skin.”

“Oh. That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I’m sorry—“

Travis was cut off by the door to your room opening. Wheeling in both Avery and Grayson.

Avery was asleep.

“Can I hold my baby now?” you asked the nurse.

She nodded and handed you Grayson. He was so adorable. Travis saw Donna walk in.

“How’s everybody doing?”

“Good. We get to go home Friday.”

“Oh. What about the game?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trav has an away game on Monday.”

“Fuck, that’s right. I can talk to the team and Big Red and see if I can miss the game.”

“No Travis go. Football is important to you-“ You said.

“So is my family.”

“Travis, the game on Monday decides your playoff sead. You can’t miss that game.”

“Baby, if I go we won’t be home until late in the evening on Tuesday.”

“That’s ok. Donna can help. And my parents. We will be ok. Then we can welcome you home.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Sweet & Sticky

Summary: You and Andy decide to get a little frisky in the kitchen before the kids come home.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Lovey Dovey Goodness, Scarred Children, Ice Cream Sundaes, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Minors DNI

A/N: So this was not the story I intended on writing tonight, but oh well. This drabble is a part of my Growing Pains Series. I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs welcome. Will proofread better in the morning.

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“Cut it out!” You squeal as your loving husband picks you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. “The kids’ll be back soon and–mmph!”

Your weak protests are interrupted as Andy's lips come crashing down on your own. Your man takes his time exploring your mouth, letting your tongues intertwine as if you have all the time in the world. And then he gently cups your jaw, tilting your head back so as to grant him deeper access.

“Mm…you taste like strawberries, baby girl.” He murmurs when he finally lets you up for air. “You been eating ice cream again?”

“I’m afraid you caught me, Sir.” You whisper back, fisting a small hand in his shirt and dragging his luscious mouth down to yours once again. Unable to hold back, you allow yourself to moan into the kiss. And you can't help but love it when his other hand dives into your curls, freeing them from the confines of your hair clips and bobby pins.

You both find yourselves giggling when you hear them hit the hardwood floor, scattering every which way. Sure, they’d be a bitch to clean up, but right now you had more important things to worry about.

Like fitting in a quickie before your children came home.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” Andy growls, nipping at the tender flesh of your throat. “I bet you didn’t even take your Lactaid pills, did you?”

“Nope.” You respond before letting out another giggle. Actually, yes, you had. But sometimes you liked to fuck with him a little just to see where it got you. “Guess that means we’re working on borrowed time, huh?”

Because after almost twenty-five years together, you had to keep things spicy. Play was a very important part of your relationship. It was right up there with open communication and hot, sweaty makeup sex.

“What’s this we shit all about?” Your husband huffs, all the while pulling you closer to his big body. He takes a moment to thrust his straining erection against your core, the thin fabric of your light gray leggings doing little to hide the damp evidence of your arousal. “Over here talking like you married a fucking minute man.”

“Ooh! We’re taking it back to Missy Elliot, are we?” Your cheeky response earns you a swift pinch to your nipple for your trouble, making you yip.

“You little fucking brat.” Andy picks you up by your ass, using both hands to squeeze and knead your plump curves. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asks again, this time as a smile graces his handsome face.

“I dunno.” You shrug, before affectionately tracing your tongue across his sexy bottom lip. “I suppose you’ll just have to keep me, won’t you?”

You gaze deep into his brilliant blue eyes, loving the way they seem to light up with mischief. Giving into temptation you raise your fingertips to lightly stroke his chiseled jaw, his neatly trimmed beard now adorned with flecks of gray.

Oh yes, age looked good on your man. And you made sure to remind him of that every chance you got.

“I suppose so, little wife.” Andy grunts before placing you on the opposite end of the island.

Once you find your balance, you reach between you to cup the outline of his hard cock before slipping a hand inside his sweats. “If I must. But it’ll, uh, be h-hard.” Your man finishes with a gasp.

A soft hiss escapes his throat as you begin to tease him, loving the way he feels in your palm as you struggle to wrap yourself around his impressive girth.

“Mm…I know, Daddy.” You increase the speed of your strokes, taking a moment to swirl your thumb over his sensitive crown every now and again. “But do it for the children.”

"Fuck!" He snarls under his breath.

“Tell you what…” You lean up to whisper in his ear, unconsciously thrusting your aching breasts in his face as you do. “How about we grab what’s left of the ice cream, some whipped cream, and that jar of maraschino cherries and take them upstairs? I’m thinking I wanna turn you into my own personal sundae.”

“Okay,” Your man purrs, clearly delighted by the sweet and sticky prospect of what is yet to come. “But only if I get to do you too.”

The heated look he gives you lets you know that he’s really not asking. Your Big Man is telling you exactly what he’s gonna do. Which meant that you were gonna have to pretend to be his good girl. At least long enough to allow him to enjoy his treat.

“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.” You slowly release him from your grip, but not before giving him one last promising squeeze. “Ooh! And I bet we’ve still a little chocolate syrup left in there too. I can’t wait to lick it off your–”

Your last little x-rated thought is interrupted by none other than your eldest child.

“Oh my god, stop!” She all but screams as she marches into the kitchen with her younger siblings in tow, each of them looking pained as they press their hands over their ears. “Please just stop. My ears. They burn.”

“Hey kiddos.” You and Andy turn to glance at them, never once bothering to break your affectionate embrace. “How was dinner?” You go to weave your arms around your husband’s neck before innocently resting your head on his broad chest.

“It was fine until you just subjected us to whatever the heck that was.” Katrina grimaces, waving her hand in your general direction as she still struggles to make eye contact. “I gotta go. I think I’m starting to feel a little queasy.” She pretends to dry heave as she heads for the stairs.

“I’ll come hold your hair back, sissy!” Rory calls out after her, leaving you with Bianca and A.J.

“We brought you back some food.” Your fourteen-year-old grumbles, before sitting the bag down and proceeding to nudge it across the counter as if you all were suddenly radioactive. “And can you please stop doing, uh, all that kissing stuff? We eat in here.”

“Ugh! Why do your father and I keep hearing all of this complaining?” You growl at your babies, pressing a chaste kiss to Andy’s lips. “How about you all just be happy that you happen to have two parents who still find each other attractive?”

“Very attractive.” Your Andy Bear agrees. “After all, you four had to get here somehow. Right?” He brushes mouth over yours once more, secretly enjoying the effect it had on each and every one of his overly dramatic children.

You can’t help but snicker just a little when you hear KitCat loudly pretending to throw up again from her hiding spot upstairs.

“I don’t know what ya’ll keep talking about.” Junior mutters as he let's out a full body shudder before taking off towards the basement. “The stork dropped me off with you gross people. Wish he’d take me back.”

“Give me a second, and I’ll dial him for you.” Andy calls out as his retreating form, laughing when his son almost trips headlong into a wall in his rush to get away.

Four down. One to go.

With that in mind, your attention shifts back to your Bianca Bibbity. Shrugging off her jacket, your daughter proceeds to hold it up to her face - effectively blocking you both from view.

“I’m just gonna go check on RoRo and KitCat. And maybe take a scrub brush to my eyes too while I’m at it. No big deal.”

“You do that. But if you need us, your father and I will be right here. Happily making out.”

“Oh lord, I feel sick.” BiBi mumbles to herself as she scrambles up the nearest flight of steps. “You two need to get a friggin’ room!”

“This whole house is our room, kid! We just allow you to live here rent free!” Andy’s voice booms in her direction, eliciting a traumatized scream from her, as well as two equally amused chuckles from you.

Once your laughter finally subsides, your man reaches up to playful twirl one of your curls around his thick index finger.

“So, now that we’ve succeeded in scarring our kids for life…you still in the mood for that sundae?”

“Oh, most definitely, Big Man. I’ll even help you raid the fridge.” You respond with a wink before hopping down from your perch.

Things were about to get delightfully messy.

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