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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

'Fergie'

Featuring former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson

It was 2am and after a night at my favorite jazz club, I was sitting in my car and about to go home. But then the figure of the former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson, emerged from the darkness and what happened next changed the course of the whole night. We had earlier spent time chatting in Cape Town's Manenberg jazz restaurant after I approached Sir Alex and asked for an autograph for a friend's son.

I remember being surprised by this at the time. Ferguson was 82, already retired, almost a year after the death of his wife, Lady Cathy, who died aged 84 following 57 years of marriage to the former manager. In short, he had plenty on his plate already without being pestered for autographs by a flirty fanboy. And yet there he was, being heavily fawned over by me. I slip a business card of mine into his shirt pocket and pat it lovingly as I made contact with his warm body. Damn! Sir Alex's body is so sexy.

“For when you're in the mood for something different.” I said as I left, making sure I brush my hard bulge up against him.

Outside, I was shaking as I got to my car. Where did that confidence come from? I just touched my cock against a legend, I thought. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard, "Wait.”

I turn around to see Sir Alex walking briskly to catch up with me, "Where are you parked?”

No other words were spoken as I motioned him over, we got into my car, and I started the engine. As I pulled away down the street, I caught glances at Sir Alex ’s sexy body adjusting awkwardly in his seat. As I got to the end of the road, ready to turn left he said, "No, go right. My place. It's more private.”

Nodding in agreement, we arrived at the house a few minutes later after a silent drive. His house was impressive I thought as we both got out of the car and headed to the front door. Once inside, Sir Alex slips off his shoes and puts his keys away, like it’s his normal routine before walking off to another room leaving me to wonder my way in. I notice the trophies and photos on the wall; lots of him and his wife. When I finally made my way to the end of the hall, sitting in a chair sprawled out is Fergie.

My jaw drops as he waves me over. I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants. Looks like a big one, I thought as I walked in front of The Man United legend. He spread his legs apart and pointed down.

“Get to work then.”

I can’t believe it. Sir Alex Ferguson, viewed by many as the greatest manager of all time, is telling me to get to work on his cock. I quickly stepped to him, pushing my face to his. He gives a shiver. Clearly, he’s nervous, but trying to hide it under his masculine facade as he lets me kiss him. That’s more than okay by me, cause its doing wonders as I reached behind his head and pulled it forward as I began a long hard kiss on his mouth. My hand fell to his crotch, feeling that girthy, long cock through the pants, it takes every muscle in my body not to rip his pants off then.

Wanting more, I lay against his body, rubbing my dick against his as I pushed my tongue in his mouth, and he gave a long satisfying moan. I knew he was mine now and I wanted to do the things to him I had imagined for years. I began to massage his chest and nipples over the shirt as he was now trying to lay back in the seat to let this go where we had both wanted it to go for so long.

My hands go for his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it and running my hands all over his chest and ample belly. I gently kissed each sexy nipple before kissing my way down to his belt buckle. Once there, I began to undo the belt and open the pants that held my quarry confined and imprisoned. With his throbbing cock was bouncing up and down and needed to be held, I quickly stood up, took off my shirt and then freed my hungry cock from its confinement in my pants and underwear.

I dove onto his cock, putting his engorged tool in my mouth, generously filling it and causes my lips to stretch to accommodate it. That cock of his was like a drug as his manly scent fills my nose and sends me to overdrive. I pushed his legs further apart and ran my hand through the hair on his creamy white thighs as sucked his horny cock. I cupped my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth and began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. I could feel the head against the roof of my mouth as I continued to lick and suck and caress the pulsing shaft.

I know he didn't get many blowjobs, if any, from his wife and my love of his perfect body was about to make him burst. He grabs the back of my head and trusts his cock in deeper somehow as he fucks my face. A dream come true; I thought as I felt his pace quicken. His breath does too. He arched his back, as he was about to launch us both to that place, we had both been longing to go. Then the big one hits. He roared and groaned as he fired off his beautiful canon. The first shot goes right down my throat. I pulled back, wanting to taste him. The second is somehow more than the first and it fills my mouth. The last lands over my face as his cock slips from my grasp.

Fergie was now lying still and peaceful as the tension of our love subsided. His eyes were closed, and he was catching his breath as he said, "Please don't let that be all."

As I lay on top of him, Fergie started to spread his legs underneath me and I knew we weren't finished. He wasn't going to go on with his "straight little life" the way I had thought this married man might want to. He wanted it to be more, and he was giving into his feelings. With my erection not subsided, I began to explore his luscious body with my hands.

Looking into each other's eyes, Fergie began to raise his legs, spread them even more. His thick, creamy white thighs were awesome to the touch as his 82 years had not diminished the athlete he once was. I put my hands underneath the beefy legs and raised them more, kissing each shin until his legs touched his chest. He cupped his hands on the back of his legs as I reached for his virgin ass, wetting a few of my fingers. We were still looking into each other's eyes as I got a finger inside him and started to massage his hole. He winced a little and closed his eyes as I took it slow and easy, opening him up.

When I thought he was ready, I raised up as he held his legs up so I could get to his horny hole. I grabbed my dick by the shaft and began rubbing the head up and down in his hairy crack. And as I started to push it into him, he groaned and grabbed me by the shoulders. I couldn't stop as the pleasure of him opening up and letting me sink my throbbing tool into him was too great. And when I was all the way in, Fergie dug his fingers into my back as I heard an "ah" escape his lips.

Finally, after all this time I was buried deep in this handsome man, enjoying the sensation of his virgin ass being wrapped around and squeezing my dick. Looking down, I saw he was hard again and for a man of his age was impressive as I began a rhythmic hip motion. I went in and out; in and out I was riding on a cloud from heaven. I pushed on his legs and tried to go deeper; I wanted him to enjoy giving into my pleasure. He looked up into my eyes and smiled as I continued to push in and out.

That warm sexy smile did it; I felt the tide coming and I went wild. I started to pump him harder and faster. Sensing I was near, Fergie asked me not to come inside him and I obliged by pulling out and finishing by shooting my load on his hot tummy and chest. His dick was still throbbing, and I put my mouth over it to finish this old man off.

The head was red and full on his fully erect penis. I was surprised that he achieved such a full and hard erection at his age. He had recovered fully from earlier and my attention to his dick was really turning him on.

Then without warning he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down on it as far as I could take it. He began to pump his second load into my mouth. It wasn’t as big as the first, but I took it all and he screamed in ecstasy. It was fantastic to know I could give him so much pleasure. He gently released me and was still hissing through his teeth and breathing frantically.

"Oh god I needed that." He said as lay on top of him.

We stayed like this hugging and snuggling for awhile before I left after promising to see him again.

[hn-undercover-9503]

aaaand one more before I go to bed (it's 2am) this one was a lil character study I was doing for pirates smp Cleo because I found her character there incredibly fascinating (I still do), I remember having a ton of fun writing this one; the actual document is a little bit longer but I never found a good end point for it so it probably won't see the light of day...so I share :)

When Cleo first washed up on the shores of the Faction Isles, the very first thing they were greeted with was a stone axe heading straight for her head.

Reacting on pure instinct, her arm shot out and grasped onto the blade just before it was about to cleave her skull in half. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, now! I don't think that's a great way to wake up, now, is it?"

The blade began to shake in her hands, but not because of her. With a frown, she cast her gaze downwards and blinked at what they saw in front of them. It was a child–just a regular old human child, a boy by the looks of it. A child who happened to be wielding an axe larger than him.

"Oh, now what are you doing with this, then?" Cleo gently tugged the handle from the child's shaking hands and lowered it to the sand. "Honestly, who'd let a kid have an axe anyway? Some people…"

The kid, she realized, was still shaking, and seemed to be frozen in place. She frowned, crouching down to get on his level. "Are you alright?"

The child scooted backward when they moved closer, looking around behind him as though searching for a way out. "S-Stay back, monster!"

"Monster…?" Cleo tilted her head to the side, but then it hit them–she was dead. Of course people who weren't used to her would be scared of her. They couldn't help but laugh a bit, lowering themself down to sit in the sand. "I get it now. Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you."

"Y-You…what?"

She giggled. "I know I'm a zombie, but I'm not brainless."

The kid blinked at them, seemingly confused. "But…zombies aren't…they don't talk."

"Well, maybe here they don't." She smirked. "But I'm different."

The kid frowned, sitting up and straightening his back quickly. "Um, well, sorry I guess. For…trying to kill you."

"Hm. I forgive you." Cleo smiled. "But you can really make it up to me by answering a few questions for me, yeah?"

"Uh, sure." The kid pushed a lock of ginger hair from his face. His hair was only a couple of shades darker than Cleo's own, but his was much tamer. "I know everything about this island. Ask me anything."

"Is that so?" Cleo hummed, tapping her chin as though thinking really hard. "Tell me then, what exactly is this place?"

"This is the Faction Isles!"

"Oh, I see." Cleo hummed again, this time actually thinking. She'd heard of this place before but had never really been sure if it was the right place for them. They'd been adventuring on her own for so long that the idea of joining a group seemed strange, even if she knew that so-called rogue pirates tended to be viewed as lesser. "And who are you exactly? What does a kid have to do with all these pirates?"

"Oh, I live here!" The kid leaned forward excitedly, a gleam in his eyes that spoke volumes. "My name is Scott, and my parents are both really important pirates! They're in the Herons–the best faction–and they've sailed all over these waters! They've explored so much and discovered so many places and things! Someday, I'm going to be just like them! I'm going to set out on my own adventures and stake my own claim on this world. I won't just be the Denholms' son, I'll be Scott Denholm, a legendary adventurer."

Cleo nodded to herself, already feeling an odd stirring in her heart. "Right. Well, Scott–I'm Cleo. I'm a pirate, too, I suppose."

"Really? What faction are you in? I definitely would have remembered seeing you around here."

"I'm not in a faction." Scott gasped, scooting closer and whispering like their next words were a secret.

"Are you a…rogue?"

Cleo laughed and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I might want to join one of these factions and see what all the fuss is about."

Something glinted in the kid's eyes, and he was on his feet in the next second. He extended a hand to Cleo, who took it even though she didn't need it. The kid was surprisingly tall, although not as tall as her. "Come with me!" He said confidently, turning and heading up the beach to the docks.

"Where are we going?" Cleo asked.

"I'm going to show you the Isles!" He looked back and smiled at them, hands on his hips like he had all the confidence in the world. Then he turned around and kept walking, and Cleo watched him for another few seconds before eventually following him.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Just Us

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: No smut, just pure fluff.

A/N: A 2am writing session. Forgive me if it’s a bit short!

Just Us.

The valet driver had crashed his car when he ended up taking a seizure behind the wheel, she could hear the worry in Timmy’s voice over the phone as she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door. They decided to spend Christmas with their families and they would see each other for Tim’s birthday, after everything that had been going on lately, y/n knew he just needed to be with his family more than anything, while she spent Christmas with her own family. He had managed to nab court side tickets to a special basketball game on Christmas Day and was desperate to spend the special day with his father and she couldn’t be happier for him.

She drove to the side entrance at the stadium and saw Timmy and his dad standing on the pavement waiting for her and she flashed her headlights pulling up beside them opening the door for Timmy as Mark got in the back.

‘Are you guys ok? You look pretty shaken up baby?’ She looked over at her boyfriend and his pale face as he put his seatbelt on his hands shaking slightly, he nodded.

‘He’s just worried sick about the valet driver that had the seizure. Made quite a mess of the car, but Timothée is only concerned about the valet driver.’ His dad answered for him patting his son’s shoulder from the back seat. Y/n nodded before putting the car into drive and leaving the car park behind, and turned to the direction towards Timmy’s home where his family were staying with him and listened as Mr Chalamet talked about the game and caught her up on everything on the family back home in New York.

She drove down Timmy’s street and turned into his driveway and stopped right at the door, saying goodbye to Mr Chalamet as he went inside leaving the couple alone in the car. ‘Are you ok my love? I mean really? Now that your dad isn’t here.’ He sighed before looking over at her and shook his head slowly. ‘I just feel so bad for the driver, he had a seizure in my car yet he’ll probably get in trouble for it.’ She sighed and pushed his hat off and played with his hair running her fingers through it to soothe him.

He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes before turning his head to kiss her fingers, and looked over at her, ‘I love you! More than anything.’

She smiled at him and leaned over to peck his lips, before he deepened the kiss pulling her closer to him, holding onto her.

She returned the kiss smiling against his lips before pulling away, ‘I’m glad I could make you feel better and make you smile again.’

He smiled in return before taking both her hands in his and looked her straight in the eyes,

‘Promise me something?’

‘Anything.’ She nodded looking at him with furrowed brows.

‘Promise, in 2024 it will be just us? Just us and those we cherish most? No extra stress, no one outside our private circle. Just us and those we cherish most?’

She turned to face him better looking at their joined hands and looked up into his eyes before nodding once. ‘Just us and those we cherish most.’ He breathed a sigh of relief smiling before leaning forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

‘Just Us.’ They said in unison.

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[popcornforone]

Christmas Wish

A Tim Rockford fan fic

I got in from the cinema tonight at about 10:30 watches a bit of tv & then went on tiktok & then couldn’t sleep. It’s now 2am & a small idea I had I’ve now almost completed a first draft of. & I think you will get the finished product soon. See this is why I have lots of fics in draft. Because bang I will get a new idea & then I’ll just write. Also I can’t believe I’m writing Tim again. Send help (but please don’t)

Synopsis: your taking your kids to see Santa but your husband isn’t sure he will make it on time. But a Santas wish box might make all your dreams come true.

Word count:3800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, swearing. Previous sexual encounters & fantasies mentioned. Husband & wife, swearing. Mentions of alcohol, teasing, crime is mentioned but not in detail, bedroom voice, Tim likes to be incontrol but he’s not a dom. cock warming, intense sex.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome.

3 rings, he always answers exactly after 3 rings no matter who it is. Today is no different.

“Detective Rockford” he answers professionally.

“Tim?” He turns red straight away & starts mouthing to the two other officers in the room with him working the case. He’s saying it’s you & it’s a family emergency.

“Ahhh hang on” he scurries out of the room & into his office down the corridor closing the door behind him. “Sorry still working the case, we’ve almost made a break through.” He says as he rubs his hand across his forehead. He always tried to think like the criminal to catch them & this case has pushed him a little. He’s often got home late exhausted & full of concern that that longer this person is on the loose, the harder it will be to find them.

“That’s not the only thing that needs to be considered” you say. He can hear babbling going on in the back ground. He’s worked out it’s your 5 year old & 2 year old. “How much later are you going to be tonight Tim?” You sound exasperated.

“Maybe an hour, so close, we’re so so close,” he then pauses “wait… I’m missing something, arent I?” He says. You falling silent down the other end of the phone confirms this. “Fuck! What am I missing?” His eyes scrunch up in anger, that he’s got caught up in his work once again. You knew being Mrs Rockford would come with moments like this, but recently it’s becoming more frequent.

“It’s 5pm at the moment, we are meant to all be meeting Santa at the North Pole Grotto at 6:30pm” you say calmly down the phone. You know annoying him by going I told you to set a reminder when you booked it 2 months ago, will piss him off. “I understand though Tim, this is a huge case. It will make our town safe. I can call them up & push it to next week if I do it in the…” Tim then hears your 5 year old son start singing jingle bells in the back ground. He knows he’s probably in his light up raindeer jumper & is so excited to see Santa tonight.

“No, you have to go. I’ll try & get there. I’m sure I’ve got the address, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I can…”

“No I can hear Jason singing in the background, don’t break his heart, I’ll make it up to him & Grace & you, especially you.” He looks at his watch. He can do this. He’s then disturbed as someone taps on the glass of his door. “Baby I gotta go, but promise me you’ll take the kids okay, even if I have to then come back to work, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I…”

“Promise me” he used his moody interrogation voice. That’s how you met. You had been a witness to a crime & he talked to you at the police station. He got no new clues out of you, but you left your number in case he needed to ask you anything else. 3 weeks later, you were handcuffed to his bed, screaming Tim’s name as he licked every inch of your pussy. His face glistening as he told you how good you tasted before he ravaged you for the next 2 days. Even detective Rockford through a sicky to pleasure his new girlfriend. That was almost 8 years ago. You knew what you were getting yourself into by having a relationship with someone like him, both work wise & sexually.

“Okay detective” you say & then sigh. He doesn’t even say bye down the phone, clearly somethings come up. You say to the beeping cancel tone “I love you baby” before Jason starts jumping about to the next Christmas song.

*

You are sat in the ‘north pole’ bouncing Grace on your lap who looks adorable in her snowman outfit. Jason is busy saying exactly what he wants Santa to get him.

“A rocket ship, lego, slime, chocolate, more chocolate…” the list keeps going.

“Yea Jason. Santa will see us in a second. He’s got lots of people to see. I think you just need to pick 3 items for today.” You say & he sits down next to you.

“What do you want for Christmas Mummy?” He asks. You had no idea your son was so thoughtful. The look on his face is genuine. He really wants to know.

“For you & your sister to have the best Christmas” you say & wrap your arms around him. His hug is pure love, the only kind of love a 5 year old can give.

“Oooh im not sure I can wrap that up, what can I actually get you?” Jason hugs you. You know what you really want but you know Jason can’t get it for you. You go to answer with something trivial, but your then interupted by a teenager dressed as an Elf.

“The Rockfords?” You stand up & go to speak.

“Yep that’s us” an echoing voice comes from down the corridor. Tim is lightly jogging your way & the beam on your face can’t be denied.

“Daddy!” Tim scopes Jason up into his arms.

“Hey sport” he gives his boy a big kiss & ruffles Graces hair as she’s almost asleep on you. “Couldn’t miss this for the world” he kisses your cheek & you turn as red as a robins breast. Tim is still in his full detective gear. Holsters & everything. It’s giving you flash backs to some previous role play. He’s previously just left his tie & the holsters on while he’s fucked you & fake interrogated you in bed. The last time he did it, he growled just before his point of climax are you on birth control, you screamed no. You didn’t know Tim had a breeding kink until that moment as he went oh we’re gonna make this stick then. He fucked you all night, even when you woke up in the morning. He was late for work that’s day & you walked slowly for a week. The man delivered though, 9 months later Grace was born.

“I’m glad you made it baby” you say to him as you enter the first room & you are both offered a mince pie. Tim bites into his & his face lights up even more.

“Oooh this tastes good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast” he says & after you’ve had a small bite of yours, you offer it to him. There’s no point rolling your eyes at Tim not eating, his job means he sometimes doesn’t stop for hours. “Thanks beautiful” he says.

You’re then asked if you’d all like to stand infront of a fake fire for a family photo. Usually Tim hates this but he sees Jason get ready to pose & smile.

“Oooh absolutely” a few sensible & also funny family photos are taken in front of the fire & you know by the time you are done with Santa, you will have the jpegs emailed across to print off at home. Tim smiles genuinely in every single photograph. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. Those eyes that made you fall for him, dazing in the fake fire light. So warm cozy & loving much like his hugs on a cold winters night. He sees you look & looks back into your own soft blue eyes. “Hello you” he whispers. He can see the love reflecting back to him. His hand slowly fits in yours. So large but soft. The way his thumb goes across your knuckles to start with arouses you.

“Are you all ready to meet Santa?” the elf says, bring you both back to reality.

“Yes” Jason shouts. You & Tim both nod. You’re just happy to see Tim enjoying a family moment & forgetting about work stress.

“Well let’s go” The elf lifts up the icicle beaded curtain & Jason bounds in & you & then Tim follow.

There sits Santa. On his big red chair. A large tree, 3 large sacks of gifts & a few toys on the floor. It’s in a cabin setting. Jason doesn’t move, hes star struck.

“Go on Jason” you say & he then grabs Tim’s leg feeling a little shy.

“Hohoho is that Jason Rockford?” Santa asks in his deep voice. Jason nods, but still hangs onto daddy. “& that then must be mummy & daddy & is that your little sister Grace?” He asks, rubbing his belly. His beard is magnificently white & the suit is cherry red. You knew there was a reason why people booked up this Santa experience.

“How do you know my sisters name?” Jason asks suspiciously.

“It’s my job to know everyone’s name” Santa laughs “especially those on the nice list” Jason still hasn’t budged from Tim. Tim then gets down to his knees & looks at his son.

“Come on Jason, it’s only Santa, he wants to talk to you” he gestures. Jason still says nothing, not moving, standing firm. “Didn’t you want to tell him what was on your Christmas list, you told mummy earlier didn’t you.” Jason then shakes his head. Seeing Santa might have been what he’s wanted for the last 3 weeks but a 5 year old can’t process all those emotions. “Then tell me, tell daddy.”

“Chocolate” Jason says quietly.

“Sorry sport, speak up I missed that”

“More chocolate”

“Oooh chocolate I love chocolate” Santa Ho Ho Hos again & leans into a box,” i like Milky Way”

“That’s my fave too” Jason turns his head & he sees Santa holding one. In a flash Jason is no longer star struck or shy. He is on Santas knee, telling him about his gifts he’s like & what he thinks Grace wants & the elf’s take photos.

“He’s forward like his mum” Tim whispers in your ear as you hand Grace over for the kids to have their own Santa photo.

“& shy to start with like his dad, but then once your out of the shell” you smile at him.

“Thought you like me being outgoing and adventurous” Tim says. He then does that thing with his hand, the way he rubs it around his neck always has you pining, you have no idea why, it just does.

“I want any version of you my love” you then see Santa start to wrap it up the fun.

“Now here’s a small gift” he starts & he hands one to Jason & one to you for Grace as Tim picks her up.” To keep you going until Christmas night okay”

“Wow really, thanks Santa” Jason hugs him & we thank him too.

“Don’t forget to put your Christmas wishes in the box on your way out. Ho Ho Ho & Merry Christmas” he says & your family leave the room.

You look at the wish box & get Jason to write his down & you do one for Grace. But then you see Tim with a piece of paper.

“Baby what are you…”

“You need to do one too” he says as take a photo of his before he drops his in the box “otherwise your Christmas wish won’t come true” you smile & do the same.

“Okay Tim” after dropping your wish into the box, you leave as a family & Tim helps you get the kids in the car, once you get to the car park.

“Are you coming home” you ask being hopeful.

“No I’m not, I have to go back, I’ve got a murderer interview to conduct.”

“You found them”you say excitedly.

“Yes, the team left to arrest him while I’ve been here, but I promise to not be too late okay” you can tell by the looks of it in his eyes that he wants to do nothing more than follow you & the kids home right now. Both will be sound asleep before he gets home tonight, there’s even a chance you might be.

“It’s okay baby, I get It” you smile & go to open your car door but he blocks you getting into it. Your eyes connect & the kiss Tim gives is sweet & soft & your gloved hands graze his beard. You don’t want this kiss to end. He looks full of both sorrow & love as the kiss breaks.

“I love you” Tim says & he traces his thumb across your lips & leaves you standing by the car as he walks off to go get in his.

*

Christmas Day madness has happened & you get into bed in your new pink fleece snoopy pyjamas that you got for Christmas. The clean up can start tomorrow. Your parents have agreed to get up if the kids are an issue tonight. In walks Tim into the bedroom in his dark blue pinstripe Pyjamas & he gets under the duvet with you & kisses your cheek.

“I’ve got 1 more Christmas gift for you baby & I think you have one for me”he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Tim you know that we were always going to have…”

“No no nope, im not talking about sex” he says & he grabs his phone. “I want to show you what my Christmas wish was that I asked Santa for.” Your eyes dilate. You’d forgotten you did that on the evening you met Santa but now you’re excited to see what his was & to share yours.

“Really Tim?” You say excitedly & move close to him under the duvet. Your hand goes for his groin automatically, you know full well that sex is also on the cards, as you slip your hand beneath his bottoms. He lets out a small deep moan & you’re not just hot due to your new fluffy sleep wear. You want your husband, & he wants his wife.

“Y…ye…oooh yes” he says. You’re not sure if that’s a reaponse to sharing or your hand working his length or both, but the way his eyebrows twitch & the more breathing he does you think it’s more from arousal. He then grabs your hand & takes it away. “I don’t want to cum already” he mumbles & pulls you in so your head rests on his top. Such a firm chest & the broadest shoulders tower above you.

He scrolls through his photos.

“Your not worried you wish won’t come true baby”

“Ooh sweetheart” Tim kisses your forehead “it’s Christmas it’s a time for miracles” he says cockily.

“Did you just try & be Hans Gruber?” You ask & you both giggle.

“Guilty as charged” he says & then he flips his phone around & you look at what he wrote on the piece of paper. Your eyes well up.

For my families love & understanding everyday, not just at Christmas.

Your arms fling around his neck & you kiss him hard. So deep so passionate so intense.

“You’ve always had that Tim”

“I know, I just sometimes take it for granted” the way his hand strokes your hair sends a sensation down your spine. His lips are soft as the keep making contact with yours.

“Do you…”

“After this” he moans as he reaches the hem of your fleece top, always a man who knows what he wants. A man who gets results. He might not be in his detective gear right now, but it wasn’t the detective fantasy you fell in love with 8 years ago. It was those big eyes, that smoulder, the messy hair, the deep sexual voice, those large hands that make your body do extraordinary things. You love Tim Rockford, he never had to be a detective to get you in bed, although now that is sometimes useful.

Your pyjamas are off before his & he kisses your tummy. Your stretch marks always get the first kisses just before he slips inside you. You still don’t like them & always gasp when he kisses them.

“There’s nothing sexier than these baby, they made the two best things in my life, be proud” his top has gone & his bottoms follow quickly. His long length dripping already. You’re so aroused that you know you won’t need lube tonight. The way his hands caress your hips as he goes between your legs. You feel the tip tease your clit & the moan you let out has Tim licking his lip.”okay maybe that noise is, make that noise again” he breaches you. He’s not fully in but it has you hand clutching the pillow. He always makes you stretch. He likes to go in slowly & sensually. You oblige & moan again. “That’s my good girl, you’re on my nice list” the next rock he’s almost fully inside. You’re already clamping around him. He feels so good.

“a nice list?” You stutter.

“Yes” the next thrust he’s completely inside you & you cry his name. “You are such a good girl except when it comes to sex, then your naughty but you do that to make me happy” he raises his eyebrows as his next thrusts hits the soft spot. The one that makes you see starts. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over as he slowly rocks into you & your body responds enjoying each movement. Your eyes open after an extraordinary kiss. He feels even deeper inside you tonight. You’re extra sensitive to each graze inside your core.

He lowers himself so he’s all but lying on top of you. Just hoovering slightly. His hands grab either side of the pillow by your head. You lift your hands up & hold his face, & look directly into his eyes. The sweat glistening off his head. His body moving in a rhythm that’s unmatched. It makes you purr.

“Baby”

“Oooh baby”

It’s intense staring into each others eyes. The way he works his hips. Your friction against him has you whimpering.

“Ooooh yes yes yes yes don’t stop, keep going oooh fuck” your heart races.

“Oooh you like that, fuck you do” those massive brown eyes are the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s lost in his lust & desire for you. That turns you on even more.

“Tim oh Tim. Yes Tim”

“You take me so well baby” one of the hands stops gripping the pillow & lightly goes around your neck. Each thrust deep. It hits the spot without fail. You feel extraordinarily sexy as his grinds his teeth. The beads of sweat drip onto your chest.

“Keep going im so close” you just about get the words out. His grip tightens & you start gasping & he is pulsing. You’re sure the bed is creaking. You’re hoping no one can hear your collective moans.

“You wanna cum?” Tim growls as his other hand tugs at your hair. “Do you think you’ve earnt it? Do you want to drench me? Make me spill inside you?” you love it when he gets in the zone & starts using his menacing voice. Criminals cave in for this tone but you squirt when he gets it right. What brings nightmares for others makes you orgasm.

“Ye yea…. Yess”

“If I cum your gonna keep me warm, your going to sleep all night with my hard throbbing cock buried inside you. We’re gonna stimulate you so you stay wet & I stay hard. You’re gonna be cock drunk when you wake up on Boxing Day, my naughty wife.” You hear these words escape Tim’s mouth but they don’t make sense. You’ve lost all cognitive thoughts. Your about to scream so that everyone knows your husband has satisfied you. “Cum baby, cum for your hubby”

The way you scream Tim’s name is deep & low, because you are almost speechless. You gush & drench his length as he keeps going inside you. Even if you weren’t speechless, nothing could describe what you’re experiencing right now.

“Yes baby, that’s my girl, oooh fuck oooh god oooh yesssss” Tim screams. His hand squeezes once more around your neck, his sperm flows inside you, filling you up. His body also juddering, from the extreme pleasure. He sharply let’s go of your neck & you gasp for as much air as you can in 3 seconds before your mouth is occupied with his. Your bodies roll you both out of your highs, slow rocks to calm you down. His hands are in your hair & on your breasts. Yours are also in his hair & stroking that small little patch he has in his beard, your favourite place for cheeky kisses. Eventually your bodies do stop rocking & your collective panting goes quiet. There is a squelching noice from his penis still semi hard inside your.

“Baby” you eventually say & flutter your eyes open.

“Ooh baby in deed” he goes to roll off you & then remembers his promise. You moan slightly as he withdraws but he is swiftly back inside you semi hard, being your big spoon. Even like this he feels good inside you. Cock warming is often something you do as you fall asleep after sex.

“Was that the best Christmas gift?”Tim whispers.

“Well it’s either that or the watch?” You giggle as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your neck. Such small soft little pecks.

“See we can make everyone’s Christmas wish come true” he says. “Hang on you never showed me what you asked santa for”

“Did I not?”

“No we got so into the moment after my reveal that we forgot”

“Hmmm”you reach your arm out & grab your phone. A smile comes across your face. “Promise to not over react?” You say with a little snigger.

“Baby what could…” Tim then looks & the photo on the phone startled. He takes it from you & stares at it. He then throws it down the end of the bed. His hands trail down your body as harder kisses fill your neck & cheek. “Seriously?” You nod “but today? How?” He’s really shocked.

“I was in charge” you smile & turn your head around so his lips can find yours.

“My cleaver girl”

You slowly both nod off to sleep exhausted, his cock still inside you, the kisses eventually stop. His hand also stops rubbing his most favourite place of all. Eventually your phone screen turns off. Your wish was always going to be true.

For Jason & Grace to love their new sibling, who should be here come August.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Welcome Home, Tommy Boy

Ship: Tommy Callahan (III) x Gabriel Hunt

Word Count: 1967

Summary: I did not expect this to get this long whoops. Anywho yes I've decided to ship with Tommy. 💕 Takes place after Tommy returns to Sandusky but before his dad dies, Tommy reunites with an old classmate. CWs for food mentions, alcohol mentions, smoking. I wrote this at nearly 2am so let me know if there's anything else I could tag. Also points to you if you get the reference at the very end LOL.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife @futurewife

Thomas Callahan II’s son was finally back from 7 years of college, which of course meant a big celebration for the workers at Callahan’s factory and Tommy’s high school friends. However, there was one guest at the “Welcome Home” party who was sure Tommy would not remember them. And yet, they turned up anyway, and almost immediately bumped into the man.

“Woah- sorry there, buddy!” Tommy was all buzzed-smiles and rosy cheeks. The sight made Gabriel’s stomach do flip-flops, even when Tommy’s brow furrowed in unrecognition. “Hey, uh, forgive me but, do I… know you? Are you a new worker or…?”

Gabriel forced out a breathy laugh. “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. I don’t work for your dad’s company, however.” With that, he pushed forth into the noisy party, pulling his jean jacket closer to his body and hearing Tommy’s calls over his shoulder.

“Hey, wait! At least let me guess!”

He found his way to the kitchen and scanned the drink selection for something non-alcoholic, frowning to himself when he found his options limited. He could hear Tommy huffing his way toward him.

“So I’m guessing we went to high school together, right?” Tommy insisted as he got closer.

“Yes, Tommy. One question down, nineteen more to go,” Gabriel quipped as he picked up a bottle of ginger ale. “Boylan Ginger Ale? Wow, you guys really are rich.”

“What classes did we have together??” He asked as he followed them through the crowds and out into the yard.

“Tommy, I doubt you’ll remember me, even if I tell you. English and American History.”

Tommy’s face screwed up in thought while Gabriel busied himself with picking up a roasting stick and fastening a marshmallow to its pointed end.

“Can’t you just tell me your name? Argh… when’s your birthday?”

“December 24th.”

“Ooh! Do you get extra presents?”

“When people can afford it.” Gabriel hummed as he lightly toasted his marshmallow over the firepit.

“O-kay… where did you sit in those classes?” Tommy picked up his own stick and followed Gabriel’s lead, making them tilt their head slightly at his actions.

“Usually in the back.”

“What? Food helps me think-- ah!” Tommy yelped as his marshmallow caught on fire, quickly pulling it away from the pit and desperately blowing on it. Gabriel stifled a giggle, taking his evenly roasted treat out of the fire and inspecting it for burns.

“Damn!” Tommy swore at his blackened marshmallow. Then, without much hesitation, he bit into its crackly shell, making Gabriel wrinkle its nose.

“How can you stand the taste of burnt food?”

“I don’t like to waste things!” He responded through a mouthful of white fluff before swallowing thickly. “Who were you friends with, man? I’m wracking my brain here…”

Gabriel hummed again as he ate his own marshmallow and opened his ginger ale, taking a quick swig to clear his throat. “I wasn’t. Best I had were close acquaintances. I think… Elaine Enberg, Debbie Perkett, and some kid named Gordon sat with me at lunch sometimes.”

“Oh, oh, I remember Debbie! Alright, that narrows it down somewhat…”

Gabriel’s heartbeat hastened as he munched on some raw marshmallows and continued to drink his soda. Ears burning as he chugged the last of the carbonated beverage, he opened his mouth to speak and instead released a thick and hearty belch. As he closed his mouth in embarrassment, swearing everyone had turned to look at him, Tommy began to laugh, slapping his knees.

“Holy schnikes! Whew, that was a good one, dude! Didn’t think a little guy like you had it in ya!”

“Listen, Tommy, if you really want to know who I am, let’s ditch this crowd,” Gabriel spoke quickly, grabbing Tommy’s arm and leading him back into the house.

“It should be quiet upstairs! I’m going to get to the bottom of this!” Tommy announced, quickly taking charge and practically dragging Gabriel upstairs, eventually bringing him to a balcony facing the front of the house. It was much quieter here, with only the faint sounds of music from the floor below and the occasional car passing by to interrupt the silence. Gabriel sighed, feeling sweat trickling down his back as his hands began to shake.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked softly.

“Be my guest,” Tommy swept his arm out graciously as he leaned against the balcony railing. “Who are you??”

Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, along with a lighter with a faded picture of Jesus on it, Gabriel took a deep breath. “Tommy… can I ask you some things first? I know I said I’d tell you who I am, and I will, but…”

As if sensing his anxiety, Tommy’s party energy turned to genuine concern for whatever was bothering his guest. “Go ahead, man, what’s up?”

“How do you feel about men who like men?”

Tommy scratched the back of his neck. “I… I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it before.” He shrugged, leaving it at that.

Gabriel opened the box of cigarettes, tracing his finger over the deathsticks, deciding which one he would smoke tonight despite them being all the same. “Alright. And what do you think of women who, deep down inside, know they’re really men? Or men who know they’re really women?”

Tommy’s expression continued to morph into one of confusion. “What do you mean?”

Gabriel selected a cigarette. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Tommy, do you remember a quiet, dark-haired girl with glasses who sometimes got partnered with you for history projects because… she didn’t seem to know how to make friends all that well?” It stumbled with the pronoun that brought it such disgust and self-loathing and lit the cigarette.

Tommy thought for a long moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, yeah I think I do! Are you her brother? I haven’t seen her in ages! Alli-”

“Don’t!” Even Gabriel flinched as he said it, his voice sounding like the yelp of a wounded dog. “Tommy, please don’t say that name.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” He suddenly gasped. “Did she die? Oh my God, I’m so sorry--”

“No, Tommy, that-that girl didn’t…” Gabriel turned away slightly as he puffed on his cigarette, feeling himself grow weaker as the conversation went on longer. “Well. I guess she kind of did.” They softly groaned to themself as they debated on letting Tommy believe they were the girl’s sibling and that the girl had died, or telling him the truth. “Last question. Please… promise me you won’t freak out over what I’m going to say next, or at least, as close to a promise as you can muster…”

Tommy swallowed, shook himself, and stood tall, as if bracing himself for a physical attack. “Sure, go ahead.”

Gabriel looked at him for a moment and couldn’t help but smile sadly at his stance, smoke curling around his mouth before taking another drag and blowing it out his nose. “Tommy… I was that girl. Tommy, I was a girl who knew deep, deep down that that wasn’t my truth. I’ve pretty much always knew I was meant to be a guy, but for some reason I was… born with the traits that make society say you’re a girl. I lived in pain for a long time. Once I graduated high school, I knew I couldn’t survive that way… so I cut and dyed my hair, got a new wardrobe, started wearing sports bras to flatten my chest… I don’t know how I did it but I even got my name legally changed. So… hi Tommy, my name’s Gabriel. I’m happy to see you again.”

Gabriel offered a shaking hand, tapping his ash over the railing with the other. There was a long pause that made him want to run away, but before he could, Tommy had enthusiastically grabbed his hand and shook it.

“I’m happy to see you, too, Gabriel! It’s been too long, what happened to you?” He exclaimed gleefully, reducing Gabriel to a shocked, mouth-half-open expression. As tears pricked his eyes, he let Tommy pull him into a tight bro hug, thumping his back.

“Ha--! Quite a lot Tommy, quite… a… lot,” Gabriel choked out, hiding his tears in the shoulder of his varsity jacket. He was sure Tommy didn’t quite understand what he had been talking about, but the fact he called him by the name he chose spoke volumes. They spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, catching up on each other’s lives. Gabriel had been working in retail for the past three years, and before that they had done two years of college before dropping out, bouncing between jobs as they tried to figure things out. They were very proud of Tommy for graduating at all, no matter how long it took him… he was obviously doing better than they were, after all. Tommy told them wild college stories, mostly filled with drunk and/or high shenanigans and rugby games. They talked so long, they didn’t even notice the party winding down below them until Tommy’s father came up and found them.

“There you are, Tommy boy! People have been asking for you, why’d you disappear up here?”

Tommy hopped up, helping Gabriel onto his feet. “Oh, dad, you’re never going to believe this! This is Gabriel, one of my high school classmates, I can’t believe I forgot about this dude!” He clapped them on the shoulder and they flushed slightly, feeling eternally relieved that Tommy didn’t start telling his dad what they had told him.

Gabriel offered his hand. “Mr. Callahan, it’s nice to officially meet you.”

Thomas shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too! You must be a rather interesting fellow to steal Tommy away from the party like this.”

“We had a lot of catching up to do…” Gabriel yawned then. “I-I should be heading home, thank you for having me, sir.”

“It’s no trouble at all, in fact,” Thomas then went back to the top of the stairs to call down, “Richard! Are you still here?”

There was a pause. “Yes, sir.”

“I know it’s late, but can I ask you a favour?” Thomas waved for Gabriel to come closer. “This fine young friend of Tommy’s needs a ride home, if you’d be so kind, you’d have our utmost appreciation.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to interfere if this man needs to get home himself…” Gabriel spoke sheepishly as he came to look down at this “Richard;” a thin and generally good-looking man standing at the base of the stairs in a sharp suit, his coat draped over his arm.

“Like I said, no trouble!” Thomas insisted.

“Yes, very well… I can drive you home…”

“Gabriel.”

Richard nodded, though he looked less than pleased about the task ahead. Gabriel shrugged to himself and said his goodbyes before joining Richard in his vehicle.

~

Bonus: Richard-Gabriel interaction

“You know, I’m only doing this because my boss asked me to,” Richard spoke with some snark as he drove Gabriel home. Gabriel arched an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to get snappy about it, I’m not him. You very easily could’ve refused, I could’ve hailed a cab.”

Richard glanced him up and down and he instinctively shrunk into the seat a bit, his hair standing on end. “At this hour? You’d more likely be picked up by some stranger than a legitimate cab.”

“Aren’t all cab drivers strangers? Well, unless you’re friends with one, I suppose…”

“You know what I meant, are you as thick as Tommy?”

“I don’t like your tone, Richard.”

“Well you should because you could’ve ridden with a murderer tonight instead!”

Gabriel blinked, completely bewildered. Do you care or not care that I’m your passenger tonight??

“You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity, Richard.”

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 5

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Summary: Janus and his dad are both hurt and haunted by their past, it's time they'll talk about it with each other, and what's a better time than 2 in the morning?

Pairing: past anxceit, pre romantic roceit

Warnings: grief, mentions of past accident and death, regret, self deprecation, disability, insomnia. Let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,416

Hey folks! Sorry for the late update, this week was hectic for me omg. But I'm here to deliver you another unhealthy dose of angst horray! @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

Just stop thinking about him…

Stop thinking about Virgil…

He doesn't matter anymore…

You don't need him…

Janus turned in his bed, it was hard enough to find a position where his left leg hurt the least, but now he was so restless he couldn't stop moving and turning.

Why the fuck did he agree to go there? What was he thinking? All it did was bring back all the pain he spent so much time trying to push down…

It's not fair how Virgil can hurt him even when he's not there while he gets to laugh with his new friends and kiss Roman's soft lips whenever he pleases and-

No, that's not the time to be thinking of this… he needs to sleep…

Ugh who is he kidding? He's not going to sleep tonight…

With a sigh, he got up and went to get himself some water and maybe a - he checked the time - 2am snack.

When he got to the kitchen, however, it wasn't as dark and empty as he expected. His dad was sitting at the table, looking at a photo that, even though Janus couldn't see it, was obviously of his mom.

So, it's going to be one of these nights it seems… great.

"Hey dad.." Janus said softly but his dad still jumped in surprise.

"Oh! H-hwy buddy! What are you doing up?" His dad put up a smile that wasn't fooling any of them.

Janus raised an eyebrow, "I can ask you the same question… been thinking about her?" He asked softly.

His dad let out an empty chuckle, shaking his head, "I always think about her… I never stopped… but yeah, I am.." he admitted, his barely-put-together cheerful persona falling away to reveal his sad and tired face.

He gestured weakly for Janus to sit next to him and they both stared at the picture in silence for a long moment. The three of them laughing and covered in mud on the floor.

Janus remembered that day, it was the day before the accident… it just finished raining and the sun was coming out of the clouds, making a beautiful rainbow. Janus' mom insisted they'll go out and take a picture with it so they rushed outside, his dad bringing their old camera and setting it up. They all posed but at the last second, Janus' dad slipped on the mud, making all three of them fall with him and they all burst into laughter right when the timer went down and the camera clicked.

Janus stared at himself in that picture, happy and healthy and… normal. Sometimes he forgets he ever was that… normal. His father's sigh broke him out of his thoughts.

"I should have been there…" he said quietly.

Janus held back his tears at the sound of his dad's regretful tone, "don't… it doesn't help anything… it just hurts you when you think like that… we can't change what happened."

"I know… I know you're right… but the feeling is still there… I yelled at her…" he trailed off with a sob, "my last moments with her were spent arguing over stupid things that don't matter… don't mean anything like you two mean to me…" he buried his face in his hands, taking shaky breaths. "What would she think of me now…"

Janus laid a hand on his father's trembling shoulders, "you're doing your best, she would love you for it… just like I do."

His dad relaxed back into the chair, leaning his head over his son's shoulder and relaxing slowly. "Thank you, son… that means a lot.."

They stayed that way for a long moment, before his dad lifted his head to look at Janus, "and why are you up?"

Janus sighed, he was hoping to avoid this question… "just thoughts… won't stop pestering me, ya know?" He tried but it was clear his dad wasn't buying it.

He took a deep breath, "...I went to Virgil's the other day…" he started. He never actually told his dad what happened between them, but the man was smart enough and knew him well enough to have a pretty good guess of the reason behind Virgil's sudden disappearance. "...and now I can't stop thinking about him again.." he admitted.

His father nodded in understanding, "I see… you never really told what happened between you two." He said carefully.

Normally, Janus would brush off the question, but his dad seems to need a distraction like this right now and it's not like it's some big secret… he can't stop thinking about it now anyway so might as well tell someone.

So, Janus took a deep breath, "there's not much to tell, really… one day he just stopped answering my texts… he stopped being in our usual meeting stops… then, a week or so later… I see him hanging with the popular group at our school. Not even meeting my eyes… I just can't stop wondering what I could have possibly done or said that drove him away like that… was he only my friend because he thought I was his only choice?"

Janus didn't realize he was crying until his dad reached out and wiped the tears from his cheeks, "I'm sorry son, that's awful." He hugged him gently.

Janus sniffed and sighed, "I probably deserved it…" he said quietly.

His dad pulled away to look him in the eyes, "no, you didn't, what Virgil did was not okay, you hear me?" He said firmly.

Janus nodded weakly and his dad gave him a comforting smile. "Come on, we both need to go to bed."

And they each got up and went to their rooms to try and get some sleep before the sun came up.

…

He woke up to his phone ringing.

Frowning, he pulled the phone off the charger and looked to see who was calling him.

He almost dropped his phone when he saw it was Roman of all people. Does it have something to do with their project? But it's sunday, couldn't that wait until they see each other at school on monday?

Mind racing, he nervously answered and put the phone to his ear, "hello?"

Silence.

"Roman?"

"...are you okay?"

Janus frowned, looking at the clock, "you woke me up at 8 in the morning on sunday just to ask me that?"

"Sorry I just felt really bad over what happened at Virgil's and I just had to see how you were doing…"

Janus was glad it was a phone call and that Roman couldn't see his blush, "w-what do you have to feel bad about? It's between me and Virg-"

"I know but I knew you had a history and I still convinced you to go and I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would be so painful for you…"

Roman started bubbling as Janus just sat there, stunned, "...you… blame yourself on yesterday?" He asked suddenly, making Roman stop.

"Um… yes? I guess it's kinda dumb huh?" He heard Roman chuckle awkwardly.

"No it's… actually sweet…" Janus thought to himself with heated cheeks.

"What?"

Janus suddenly realized he said it out loud and hung up immediately, heart racing. What the fuck is he doing?

He waited anxiously to see if Roman would call again, but when nothing happened, he sighed in relief and went downstairs to start on making breakfast for him and his dad.

…

"Someone is up early, it smells amazing here." His father greeted him a few hours later as he walked into the kitchen, "can I help with anything?"

Janus turned from the pan on the stove to raise an eyebrow at his dad, "last time you 'helped' I almost had to call the fire department."

"Hey! That was not my fault! The instructions were very confusing!" His dad protested with a grin.

Janus just shook his head with a smile and turned back to the pancakes he was in the middle of making.

They were just about to sit down to eat when a knock was heard from the door.

With a sigh, Janus grubbed his cane and went to answer it.

He was feeling strangely better today. He never imagined telling his dad what happened would make much of a difference but… it really did. It still hurt, but it was more dull than before… weird.

He opened the door and nearly dropped his cane when he saw who it was.

"Um… hey…" said Virgil awkwardly, "c-can we talk?"

[winterspiderpurrs]

can you write where its post endgame and Peter met Steve and Bucky properly and Peter still has a slight grudge on him when he found out what happened in Siberia but Steve already knew he has a grudge on him and apologize to Peter and Peter also apologizes saying its both of their fault ( Tony and Steve ) and yada yada yada you can add whatever you want at the end since i have class GTG

Steve hesitated outside of door of the dinner. Bucky butted his shoulder against his and when he looked at him he nodded. Gathering up the courage to push open the doors of the dinner. His eyes sweeping through the mostly empty place, one person at the bar, and there he was in the back corner.

When he ran into Spiderman a few weeks back, received a cold shoulder but there was a willingness to meet up. They wouldn't be working together often but wanted to make sure he knew that he could depend on them if needed. Though based on the frown on the young face he probably should of warned him he was going to bring Bucky.

Sliding in the booth first so Bucky could sit on the outside ofnthe booth.

" Thanks for being able to meet up with me."

Peter nods and glances around. Thankfully the dinner isn't crowded course its also 2am but its New York.

" I see you brought backup"

Bucky shifts a little in his seat before flipping pages on the menu that was layed out on the table.

" Yes, sorry about not warning you"

" Don't worry, I brought my own too. Its fair"

Steve blinks and looked over his shoulder. All he saw was a man at the bar sipping a drink, eating pie. Nothing odd stood out to him other then the red glasses he was wearing. Seem to be minding his own business. Papers infront of him. And the older waitress who was currently standing out back of the place smoking with the only cook on duty.

Steve turns back to look at Peter. " Listen son. I know that there is tension between us. And I know its because of Tony.... but you have to know and you can talk to Pepper. We hashed it out during the.... lost years"

Bucky glances up at Steve then and then at Peter.

Peter takes a deep breath.

" I know I've talk to Happy...and I can forgive and understand the situation. But it's not easy. But I can't forgive you hurting him with the shield. Not yet atleast. You haven't earned it."

Steve opens his mouth to say something but Bucky cuts him off.

" I'm sorry to have caused all this... never got the chance to truly apologize for it."

Peter glances between the two before nodding as at Bucky.

" I can't accept your apology"

Bucky glances down at the table, he was used to this part. Could even feel Steve about to get worked up about this. He knew he shouldn't of join, should of just stayed outside.

" We were taught forgiveness as we have free will to do wrong and we need to be able to accept that we need to... repent. But Bucky... I can't accept your apology not because I don't want to... its because there is nothing to forgive..."

Peter sighs and looks down at his now empty mug.

" Hydra took your will away. The Winter Soldier is the one who committed those crimes... not you Bucky."

Bucky stares over at Peter, his eyes stinging a little.

" But I forgive the winter soldier too... he didn't know what he was doing... even if you remember everything... every horrible thing... he wasn't you and he didn't have free will either..."

" You have Nothing to be sorry for..."

Peter scoots over the seat of the booth to get out of it to stand. He tosses a couple dollar bills on the table top.

" I'll call if I need help... and you know how to reach me if you need me." He hesitated for a moment " Queens has a good synagogue if you need to escape a bit Bucky. I go atleast once a month...." and with that he walks out.

And Steve and Bucky sit there in silence for a while before they, too, got up to leave. So lost in their thoughts, they never noticed the man at the bar pull out a white blind stick after he packed up his paperwork and left in the opposite direction.

[livia-dovehallow]

anticipating Chain of Thorns with Cecily Herondale

a random night at 2am two weeks before CoT's release, maggie has a sudden break in writer's block to spew some nonsense from Cecily's point of view about the events to come in Chain of Thorns.

no spoilers, obviously, because CoT is not released yet and this is all speculation. besides, i doubt we'll get a Cecily POV in CoT anyway :P

each section has no smooth transition as i cannot write transitions to save my life. enjoy these random bits of Cecily Lightwood

Cecily brushed his cheek as if her thumb were just a feather. His eyes were sunken and red from all that the past two days had brought. Cecily couldn’t blame him—she felt as run down as Gabriel looked, and she still could not get the image of him covered in blood out of her mind. “Don’t push yourself so hard,” she murmured. “You need to heal.”

He met her eyes. “I can’t just lay here, Cecy,” he whispered. Each sound of the crack in his voice sent a crack through her heart. “Not when all these things are happening to our family.”

Cecily was silent for a moment. She felt as he did, frightened and worried and angry. How could they not? One niece had died. Another was locked up in the Silent City. Another was missing. And their long-dead nephew was now alive. Cecily felt a pang of guilt and selfishness that her own children were safe at home, all under one roof. That her husband had not died from his injuries. “I know,” was all she could muster in response.

Gabriel let out a shaky breath and reached up to grasp her hand in his and lower it from his cheek. She could only keep gaze with him as he did so, afraid to look down and see the bandages that wrapped his entire chest and burst into a fresh set of tears. “I don’t know what Tatiana did,” he continued. “Whatever she did to get herself charged with dark magic put Grace in the Silent City, and Jesse—” his voice cracked at his name—“Brought Jesse back.”

Despite her best efforts, tears began to drop from her eyes once more. “Whatever Tatiana did is not your fault,” she told him sternly. “Not yours. Not Gideon’s. Do you hear me?”

“She’s still my sister.”

Cecily swallowed painfully. For all the grief she had put Will through all those years, she hoped she never brought him to tears the way Tatiana brought her brothers to tears. 

Oh, God. Will. 

At that very moment, Will was with James, jumping portal after portal to find Lucie. She could imagine it now, even as she sat beside Gabriel in their dimly-lit bedroom, the desperation in her brother’s eyes to find his daughter. The frustration he would feel each time his Familias rune did not lead him to Lucie. Never letting James out of his sight while they searched. 

And Tessa, holed up in Lucie’s bedroom sobbing, praying for Lucie to come home safe. The guilt she was feeling at not being able to wear a Familias rune and help her husband and son look for Lucie. 

Cecily was brought out of her thoughts at the feel of Gabriel’s hands wiping her cheeks. She blinked until she was back in her bedroom and leaned into his touch. “They’ll find Lucie,” he said softly. “They won’t give up until they do.”

“I know,” she sniffed. “We’ll find Jesse, too. And when we do, we’ll be able to help Grace.” Suddenly, realization lit up across Gabriel’s face. Cecily took one of his hands and squeezed. “What? What is it?”

“That’s it,” he said, his voice clearer. He moved to sit up, but the moment he winced, Cecily planted her hands on his shoulders and forced him back down with a fierce look. Gabriel sighed, but did not fight against her. “We can find Jesse the same way Will can find Lucie. A Familias rune.”

Cecily’s heart ached. He wasn’t wrong. Gabriel shared blood with Jesse. He could use a Familias rune. But he was too hurt to join the search, and being only his uncle, his Familias rune wouldn’t be as strong as Will’s was to Lucie. “You’re too hurt,” she told him, sounding angry only because she couldn’t bear the thought of Gabriel getting more hurt. 

“Gideon can use it too,” he added anyway, determined. 

“By your logic, so can Eugenia and Thomas,” she tried to reason with him. Gabriel’s features began to soften. “And our own children.”

“You’re right,” he relented. Cecily wished terribly that she could crawl in next to him, curl up with him, and pretend everything was all right. She didn’t even take pleasure in being right. “We’re not sending our children anywhere.”

She sighed, and instead of crawling beside him as she wanted, Cecily moved from her stool to sit beside him instead, facing him with her hand locked tight in his. His eyes followed her every move. “Gideon is working on a plan to find Jesse, I’m sure of it. And a way to get Grace out of the Silent City. There is no chance he isn’t.”

Gabriel squeezed her hand with as much strength as he could muster. “You’re right about that, too,” he said, giving her a tiny smile. Cecily did not take pleasure in being right anymore, she decided. 

.

Cecily didn’t want to leave once Gabriel had finally fallen asleep, but she could not sit still watching him knowing the lengths the rest of the family was going through to find the missing children. 

The closer she dragged herself to Lucie’s room, the more she could hear voices murmuring. Was someone already with Tessa?

Cecily pushed open Lucie’s door and stuck her head in enough to spot Tessa looking up at her from the floor beside Lucie’s bed. Beside her, Sophie was patting Tessa’s hand gently. “May I join?” Cecily asked.

Tessa nodded and held out her other hand toward her. Cecily scurried across the room and fell beside Tessa until both her and Sophie were squishing Tessa between them. Tessa was shaking, her breaths hitching, but she’d otherwise stopped crying long ago from the dried streaks on her cheeks. Cecily’s heart hurt terribly—she knew the pain of not knowing what would happen to your precious child. But at least she knew exactly where Christopher was. She could not imagine how it would have felt if he’d been missing. 

“Is-Is Gabriel doing all right?” Tessa whispered. Tessa sounded more English when her voice was choked like that. Cecily preferred Tessa’s natural American accent because of that. 

Cecily squeezed Tessa’s hand. “He wants to help in the search,” she answered. “And you? How are you doing?”

Tessa hardly moved. She had a fixed gaze on the rug that covered most of Lucie’s bedroom. Dozens upon dozens of journals and loose papers were everywhere, as they usually were. Nothing was inordinarily out of place. “I don’t know,” Tessa answered blankly. “I thought I might find a clue as to where she may be in here, but there’s nothing.”

Cecily bit her lip and thought deeply for a moment. There was no way Lucie didn’t write down every aspect of her life, every thought. She knew Tessa knew that too. But Lucie wrote in riddles and stories. Names for people that weren’t always as obvious as Cruel Prince James. 

“There is probably something,” Sophie offered quietly. “But she’s hidden it well. It may not even be in her bedroom. Don’t blame yourself for that, Tessa.”

“Sophie is right. And Lucie is resourceful. She’ll be all right, and Will is going to find her.”

Tessa closed her eyes, sending a new wave of tears down her cheeks, but she remained still in her place. “There was something Jamie said before they left,” she sniffed. “I don’t know what he meant. But I think it had something to do with Lucie. ‘She could see him.’”

“’She could see him?’” Cecily repeated. She met Sophie’s eyes, equally curious. “That could mean many things. Maybe he’s told Will what he meant by that. James wants to find Lucie as much as you do, of course.”

Tessa nodded. She was normally a quiet person, Tessa, but even now, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Cecily felt strange about it, but not unable to understand why. And James’s words lingered in her mind. She could see him. Who could she see? If James sounded surprised by it, did that mean Lucie could have seen a ghost that he couldn’t? 

Cecily started. Lucie was last seen going down into the Sanctuary. Where Jesse’s body was being held. Where Jesse’s body disappeared.

“Cecily?” Sophie asked, concerned. Cecily turned to both of them, eyes wide and heart racing. “What is it?”

“Jesse,” she breathed. Tessa and Sophie looked more puzzled. Cecily sat up further, her mind racing. She had to find Gideon. “’She could see him.’ If James said that because Lucie could see something he didn’t, it couldn’t have been just any ghost, right?”

Tessa began to nod. “It’s possible,” she said slowly.

“I think Lucie could see Jesse’s ghost.”

.

Gideon stared at her, shock frozen across his face. “Come again?” he asked her, his voice choked.

Cecily fiddled with her hands in front of her. She could hear the rumbling conversation of the other members of the Clave just down the hall. They had to be so curious why she’d burst into the room and demanded that only family be a part of what she had to say. And when Tessa and Sophie appeared behind her, she could have sworn all the color had left Gideon’s face.

“I know it sounds unbelievable,” she said, uncertain. An unusual tone for her to take and the family knew it, for Anna, Eugenia, and Thomas stared in surprise from the other end of the table. “But Jesse being alive also sounded unbelievable. If the reason he’s alive is because his body was preserved, what if that also means he’d been a ghost all this time, unable to return to it?”

Gideon stumbled on his feet until he put his hand down on the table to steady him. “Cecily,” he said, his voice low. “This—This changes so many things if you’re right.”

Cecily made a small sound of distress. She hated uncertainty. She also knew she had to repeat her theory to Gabriel when he woke up, and she was not excited to put him through more shock. Especially if this was how his brother was reacting. “If I’m right,” she strained, “it also means Jesse has been here all these years.”

Gideon looked like he was about to vomit. He sunk into the nearest chair, looking horrified. The elder children at the other end of the table remained speechless. “Tatiana,” he breathed. “The dark magic.”

“You’re saying Aunt Tatiana was using dark magic to bring Jesse back?” Anna piped up. “And it worked?” 

“Tatiana was sent to the Adament Citadel weeks ago.” Gideon shook his head. “If it really did work, why did it take so long?”

Sophie let out a deep gasp. “Grace.”

A hush fell over the room. If Grace had not only known about the dark magic but took part in it, it was possible she continued the work after Tatiana’s arrest to bring her brother back. She’d turned herself in the same night he disappeared. 

“I have to go to the Silent City.” Gideon rushed out of his chair toward the door, but Sophie grabbed his arm with pleading eyes. 

“Tatiana spent years keeping Jesse and Grace away from us,” she said. “If you barge in their asking questions about Jesse, she might be too frightened to answer. We might as well be strangers to her, Gideon.”

It was harsh, and Gideon looked in pain, but it was true. Cecily wanted to cry at the expression on Gideon’s face. Gabriel would be just as hurt when he found out. There was a reason why Grace had turned down their offers to take her in. “I’ll go,” Cecily offered.

Gideon and Sophie turned to her. “Cecily—”

“I’ll go,” she repeated firmly. “She’s our niece, too. And she might feel more comfortable speaking with a woman. Even if I am her aunt, I’m more removed from Tatiana than you or Gabriel. Grace might not feel as much pressure if I go.”

Sophie turned back to Gideon. “She may be right, Gideon.”

Gideon sighed but nodded. “Okay, Cecily, you go speak to Grace. See what you can find out about Jesse and where we might find him.”

.

Cecily dropped her shoulders. Grace was scared and alone, without her mother or brother, in a place her mother had refused to ever take her before. The lone Voyance rune on the back of her left hand the only sign that Grace had had true Nephilim parents before Tatiana.

“I’m not here to convince you to see your uncles,” Cecily said as gently as she could. She remained in place, hoping that the distance would make Grace feel more inclined to feel comfortable around her. Grace only stared back in silence. “But we do need to know where Jesse is, Grace. You’re the only one who can help us.”

At that, Grace startled, and shot up from her curled position. “Where Jesse is?” she asked. “What do you mean where Jesse is?”

Cecily blinked in surprise. Grace seemed shocked, and more scared than she had moments ago. “Grace, love,” she treaded carefully. “Did—Did you not know Jesse is alive and missing?”

Grace paled. Her knees buckled and Cecily shot forward below the girl hit the floor. Cecily held Grace up in her arms, more confused than ever. Grace’s breathing became erratic and Cecily did exactly what she would have done for any of her children—she hugged Grace and rubbed her back with long, gentle patterns. “Shh, love, breathe. Breathe.”

Cecily expected Grace to stiffen at the contact, but she did not. “J-Jesse?” Grace squeaked.

Cecily closed her eyes and scolded herself for being so brash about her question. The poor girl had no idea her brother was alive. “I’m sorry for breaking it to you in that way. I did not mean to shock you.” She pulled away and held Grace’s shoulders back enough to see the girl’s face. Tears stained her now red cheeks, the only color that had returned to her face. “We thought you may have had something to do with it or known about it. But I’m not here to punish you. We just want to find him and bring him home.”

Grace’s eyes were wide. She knew something, Cecily saw in her eyes, but she didn’t know he was back. No, it had to have happened after she was already in the Silent City. “Grace, dear, was it your mother’s dark magic that brought him back?”

Slowly, Grace began to shake her head. Surprise lit up Cecily’s body. If it wasn’t Tatiana, who did it? “Was it you?”

Grace did not shake her head yes or no. Instead she shook terribly in Cecily’s grasp. “I—We—We tried. S-She came to m-me. I gave up b-but—s-she did it.”

“Who, Grace? Who did it?”

The girl looked terrified. “Lucie.”

.

Cecily felt just as Grace had looked. Lucie. Lucie helped bring Jesse back. She could see him. Him was Jesse. 

The moment before stepping through the portal back home, Cecily felt like throwing up. It was all connected. Lucie’s disappearance and Jesse’s disappearance. Wherever they were, they had to be together. Which meant when Will found Lucie he was going to find Jesse, too.

Mrs. Lightwood? 

Cecily started with a sharp inhale and turned to the Silent Brother beside her. “I’m sorry. Lost in thought for a moment. I’ll be going.”

She stepped through the portal and looked around the lab. No one was there waiting for her. With a relieved sigh, she lowered herself to the floor and buried her face in her hands. How was she going to tell Gideon and Gabriel what she had found out? How was she going to tell Tessa?

Before long, loud footsteps came barreling down to the lab. When she looked up, Christopher was still in the entryway, looking at her with great surprise. “Mam?” he asked, incredulously. 

Cecily rushed to her feet and brushed her skirts. “Oh, Christopher,” she said, clearing her throat. “I was using the Portal. I’m sorry if I messed anything up with your lab, love.”

Christopher shook his head. “Nothing is out of place,” he assured her with a concerned frown. He looked so much like his father when he was concerned, Cecily thought to herself. Her sweet boy. “Are you okay, Mam? You look upset.”

Cecily gave her son a small smile and made her way toward the opening, where he remained standing. When she reached him, she squeezed his cheeks. “So much has happened the last couple days. With your father still recovering, I’m just a bit tired.”

“Why don’t you rest?” he asked her, genuine and caring. He was taller than her now, and Cecily had to look up a bit to meet his lavender eyes. “I’ll watch Alex.”

Cecily’s smile grew, though her thoughts still ran inside her head. “Thank you, love. I need to find your uncle, but I will go up and sit with your Father after. All right?”

Christopher didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll bring you tea once you do.”

.

Cecily took a long, painful breath before pushing open the doors to the study. Gideon shot up the moment she stepped through the door, but only when the doors shut behind her did he begin questioning. “Is Grace all right? Does she know where Jesse is?”

“Gideon,” Cecily began, meeting his eyes with despair. His expression fell. “She didn’t know Jesse was alive.” Sophie gasped beside Gideon and covered her mouth with her hand. “The poor thing was in so much shock when I told her so brashly. Oh, I felt so guilty. She was in hysterics.”

“Is she all right?” Gideon asked, eyebrows furrowed. 

Cecily nodded. “She told me as much as she could. And—well, we all need to sit down and someone must bring Gabriel down here because I don’t think I can say all this again.”

[cupidsintern]

Billy doesn’t really have a lot of like, vices, anymore. Mostly because any one of them could kill him. His lungs barely work, his liver’s shot, and he’s been strongly advised against any kind of ‘mind altering substances’ because no one knows how all the meds he has to take would react to that being thrown into the ring. 

Mostly though, he misses smoking. 

Probably because he’s addicted and whatever, but that part was already getting better. Ish. 

He really misses the feel of it. The series of motions, the warmth. How he’d feel like he could think better, or at least like all his strings weren't wound to breaking. He misses the smells like the one that clings still to his leather jacket- that he hasn't worn is as much time since he quit- he misses the relief. He doesn't get much relief from anything these days. Not from the constant body aches and migraines and how he still coughs enough that it stings sometimes. 

But it’s fine. He’s fine not smoking. At least now he wont get lung cancer. Probably. Also there's that thing of how if you fall asleep with a smoke lit you could like burn to death in your sleep or whatever. 

Billy doesn’t have the luxury of risking incineration anymore. 

Now most of Billy’s comforts come from owning headphones, getting to wear actual clothes rather than sweatpants and hospital gowns, and seeing Steve. 

Who maybe counts as a vice. Probably. 

Steve’s counted as a vice since Billy first saw him, more so after he apologized, and Steve started acting like he liked Billy around. Still acted like that, even after he un-died in July. 

Steve was kind of Billy’s only friend. Which was as ironic as it was fucked up. 

Not that Steve had many friends to speak of himself. Just that Billy could actually get this close to Steve, and it still was not enough. 

Billy always felt like he was pushing it, too. 

He remembered the first time he begged Steve to smoke for him. Remembered how he actually said ‘please’ which made one of Steve’s eyebrows shoot up because ‘is this like a kink of yours or what’ and ‘no jackass i just can't so i want you to.”

Steve had started hanging out with Billy out of pity. Probably. Billy didn't actually know he just knew Steve was one of the only people that didn't treat Billy like he was made of glass. 

Then they were hanging out all the time. Maybe because of a sort of, mutual recognition kind of thing. 

But here they were on Steve’s couch, Billy asking if Steve had any smokes and yeah he knows he‘s not allowed to smoke them himself he wants Steve to do it. Please. 

Steve has this weird little smile on his lips. Maybe because it’s got to be like, 2am and they’re still up and watching TV and shooting the shit but. 

“Okay.” Steve shrugs, get up to go find a cigarette. 

Billy listens, only a little sleepy, to Steve’s soft footsteps as he leaves the room, comes back with- thank god- a pack of Reds and Billy’s fucking saved but he’s also a little crazed because Steve waves the carton a little and says “I think there’s a light in that drawer if you wanna hand it to me-” “I wanna do it.” Billy says, insistent, when Steve sits back down. 

Steve blinks at him with those sleepy puppy eyes of his, smiles a bit more while saying “Ooookay.” All slow like ‘what are you up to, huh?’

Billy doesn't know what he’s up to really. He’s a little too tired to think that far in advance. All he cares about is digging a lighter out of the coffee table drawer and holding to where Steve’s leaned over the distance between them, cigarette paper pulling ever so subtly at the skin of his lips, waiting for Billy to light. 

Billy does. 

He watches Steve inhale. How his cheeks hollow a little, makes the cherry match the brightness of the TV, how the glow of the TV makes Steve’s cheek bones look like harsh lines under those soft eyes. He catches his end of the cigarette with practiced fingers to pull away from his mouth. Billy feels like he sees the whole thing in slow motion.

He exhales when Steve does, even though Steve turns his head a little, the smoke blows away from Billy. 

“This doing it for you, weirdo?” Steve laughs a little, Billy realizes how close they are, how intently he’s been staring. 

“You try quitting cold turkey.” Is Billy's comeback. 

“No thanks.” Steve says, only half genuine. “I like my bad habits. Only got a couple.” He takes another drag. A shortish one. And when a couple seconds ago this was helping, suddenly it’s not nearly enough. Steve’s not pulling hard enough. And he keeps blowing the smoke away from Billy, like the polite son of a gun he is, which means Billy can only sort of of smell it- the scent that takes him back to before he was a corpse, before he spent all his time at doctors appointments- a time when the guy crowned in smoke before him was all he fucking thought about. 

If Billy wanted to try to think why he was doing this, he wouldn't like the answer. 

Steve’s fingers looked so natural, parted so gracefully Billy didn't even really realize he was touching them until he already had, letting his own finger’s slide up the back of Steve’s hand, over his knuckles, to pluck the cigarette from between his slender pale fingers into Billy's own. 

Steve watches Billy do it, makes no move to stop him. In fact, when Billy lifts his hand, Steve leans forward to smoke from it without even being asked. 

Billy watches, the same process of the bright cherry, hollow cheeks, Steve’s eyes lower to track Billy's hand, his eyelashes dark against his skin. Steve’s face is warm where Billy's hand touches it. 

Steve doesn't exhale fully this time, just drops his mouth open a little like you do for blowing smoke rings and lets the smoke drift out of it. Billy watches as the opaqueness dissipates- he can see the pink of Steve’s tongue. 

Steve’s eyes flick up to look into Billy‘s, then immediately away again. 

Billy realizes their legs are touching. It’s so late, nothing real can even happen at 2am. 

“Did I ever tell you how much I like it when you come over?” Steve says, low, not making any effort to pull his eyes up again.

Billy’s so close. Closer than he’s been to anyone in a while in terms of physical distance. In any terms really. 

Steve’s breath smells like smoke. 

That's probably why Billy kisses him.

But to be fair, he only leans in to breathe Steve's air, from right in front of his lips, and it’s Steve that kisses him. 

Tips his chin forward so he can get to Billy’s bottom lip, and then it‘s an honest to god kiss, and Billy can taste his favorite Marlboro Reds on this pretty boy's lips- that's enough. That scratches the goddamn unscratchable itch.

Billy feels like whatever he thinks he needs. Or wants. Steve anticipates it. 

And what now?

“Still seems like a kink.” Steve mumbles, smile fighting for a right to occupy his expression. 

“Shut up, man.” Billy feels his face going red, however unreal 2am is.

“Make me.” 

The cigarette- which ends up lying half smoked in an ashtray- burns itself out. There’d be others.

[vdlest]

2am knock on my door

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

After Tony's death, Cap's disappearance, and end of Thanos, everybody go on separate ways to continue their lives. You became alone. But one rainy night, you heard a knock on your door, only to find Bucky Barnes soaking wet outside your apartment. You soon realized that you're not the only person who feels that kind of sadness and loneliness. That makes the two of you.

Warning:

Nothing that I could think of

It is not a secret that after Tony and Nat's death, Cap's disappearance, and your fight with Thanos, everybody go on their separate ways.

Wanda may have experienced a tough time to accept everything that has happened, but she did anyway. She's somewhere out there, preparing herself for the time that she'll be needed to exercise her powers and strength.

Spider-man kept his promise that he'll always be in the neighborhood. He's a full-time student and a full-time Spider-man at the same time. What a great kid.

The Guardians, of course, they are in the galaxy, doing what they have to do, alongside with Thor. They're doing everything in their power to protect the galaxy from going chaotic again.

Sam, as the new Captain America, is having a mission with Torres as they are tracking down the rest of the Flag Smashers. The ex-Winter Soldier, the White Wolf, James Buchanan Barnes, is doing his amendment to those people who are still on his list.

And here you are, all alone in your two-storey apartment. Waiting for the call of mission, and doing some training on the side with Sam and Bucky, when they're not busy of course.

Everyone check-up on each other from time to time. In fact, everyone's planning to have a Christmas party this coming December, but that's too far to be excited about. It's only May for Christ's sake. They are always reminding you that they are always around, for you, no matter how far they are. But you still feel empty and feel lonely.

Steve's not here anymore to have late night talks and coffee with.

Tony's gone for real.

Nat's not coming back and you got to live with that.

You are just with yourself.

But one rainy night, you heard a knock on your door.

You sleepily checked the time on your alarm clock. It was 2 am. 2 in the freaking morning.

You're not the type of person who invites people at your house, especially at this time. So, you questioned yourself as you get up and grab your robe.

"Who could this human being be?" you groaned as you make your way downstairs.

You are too sleepy to open the lights, so you just reached for the nearest lamp and that served as your light. You walk towards the door and removed all the locks that Sam and Bucky installed for you, for your safety.

As soon as you finished unlocking your door, you opened it.

"Barnes?" your eyes widened as your y/e/c eyes traveled to the blue-eyed soldier in front of you, "What on earth are you doing up here at this hour? And why are you showering in the rain?" you asked him.

He is soaking wet because of the rain. He must be riding his motorcyle without any rain coat.

After you questioned him, you realized that the James Buchanan Barnes in front of you right now is different from the James Buchanan Barnes you always interact with. That cocky and naughty James Barnes who always bully Sam when the three of you are together. There's sadness and loneliness in his eyes. Apart from that, you can also sense longingness in him for unknown reason.

"I didn't want to wake you and bother your sleep, but..." he paused for a moment to find the right words to say to you, but he didn't find any lucky, "Anyway, I'll just leave."

Before he could turn his back on you, you grabbed his wrist.

"No, don't go, Barnes."

You have no idea why those words escaped through your mouth. All you know is that you didn't want him to go back to his house and be more miserable and lonely. You didn't want to push him away, as you can already sense that he's not okay. So you decided to ask him to stay since you have a spare room in your apartment.

"I'm not yet asleep when you knocked anyway," you lied to make him feel less guilty for waking you up, "I could use some company."

You and Bucky has been civil and professional with each other. You can call each other friends but you know that there's a borderline between the two of you. But seeing him in front of your house in the middle of the night, there must be something. And maybe it was the time that you and him will finally erase that borderline.

As soon as both of you entered the living room, you asked him to stay there and you quickly get a towel upstairs.

While waiting for you, Bucky roamed his eyes around your living room and he noticed the newly displayed pictures on your wall, which he can clearly see because of the lamp near it.

Your picture. Your picture with your family. Your photo with Steve. Your photo with Wanda and Nat. Your photo with Dr. Banner in a form of green, big guy and with Clint.

But the picture that stunned him was a picture of him and Sam.

As he was about to grab the picture frame, you saw him while you were holding the towel.

You've been unoccupied with the last few weeks, so you decided to have some redecoration on your apartment. You bought new printer and new picture frames. You decided to put the important people in your lives, until you've come to realized that you don't have pictures with Sam and Bucky, and they helped you once in a while.

"Barnes, here's your towel," you said as you walk towards him and handed him the towel.

His stare let go of the pictures and accepted the towel.

You offered him coffee but he refused. You also offered him with water, something to eat or anything, but he refused too. So, to make things not so awkward, you asked him the question you've been meaning to ask him.

"Barnes, wha---"

He cut you off, "Call me by my last name again and I'll leave."

He used the voice that he's using when Sam is annoying him with the use of his redwing. You were stunned when you heard him using that kind of tone to you.

"What do you want me to call you, then?" you confidently asked, trying to hide that you were kind of scared when he used that kind of voice towards you.

"Bucky."

You didn't have the guts to call him that because you once heard him telling Sam that he shouldn't call him Bucky because he's not Steve, so you thought that only close friends and family can call him that.

So you asked yourself, are we that close now?

"I installed your book shelf in your bedroom, I put up your headboard, I even fixed your dresser, and here you are, still calling me Barnes?" he scoffed as he sat down in the couch.

You sat down on the couch across him and cleared your throat, "Okay. So, Bucky, why did you really come here?" you asked.

The sadness and loneliness came back in his eyes as soon as you asked him. All of a sudden he remembered what really pushed him to go in your place.

"Before the Flag Smasher fiasco in New York, Sam advised me about making amendments," he started.

You nodded, "Which I'm already aware."

He glares at you, giving you a look if you want him to finish talking and explaining or you'll conitnue to give comments.

"Anyway, I came to Yori last night and..." he paused for a moment as he look down and avoided your gaze, "...and I told him about what I did to his son. I...I told him that I am the murderer of his son...I was the one who...who," the moment you saw him struggling to continue his story, you immediately stood up and walked towards him, "Fuck!" he hissed and closed his eyes while his palm is already on his face.

You are very much aware of everything that Bucky have been through. You also knew how much he wanted to forget everything he unwillingly do when he was still under Hydra's spell. You saw in him how eager he is to become a better version of himself.

"Bucky, it's not your fault," you said, trying to calm him down.

You were hesitatnt to sit beside him and put your arms around him to comfort him, but you could see that he really needs a friend, and that's the exact reason why he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. He needs a friend and the friend he needs is you.

You squeezed his shoulders as you calm him down.

"You are not the Winter Soldier anymore, Bucky," you reminded him, while waiting for him to meet your gaze.

"Winter Soldier will always be marked as me," he countered.

He finally removes his hands from his face and you saw how red his eyes were. He was holding his tears back.

This is the first time that you actually saw him like this, but your belief and confidence in him and his heart hasn't changed a bit. You've always believed that there's a good person in him despite his dark past. You know for a fact that he's already far from the man he was before. You believe tat one day, people will remember Bucky Barnes as the man who had his redemption by saving people's lives. You believe in him. You have faith in him. And you wanted him to know that.

"Did you know why I chose you and Sam to be my trainor when everybody left?" you asked him.

Of all people, you chose him and Sam.

His blue eyes finally meet with your gaze and he is totally waiting for you to asnwer your own question.

"Because when everybody left, you and Sam constantly checked up on me. When I told everyone that I am moving, you and Sam instantly came to my old place and helped me without asking you to do it. Especially you, Bucky," your hands traveled all the way his knuckles and gave it a squeeze, "I know we're not really that close, we don't tell everything to each other, but every single time we cross paths, you are very concern and you are always taking good care of me as if I'm your sister."

"I don't look at you like that," he suddenly said, stopping you from talking.

Suddenly, his metal arm was already on top your hand, holding it like it's a fragile flower vase.

You waited for him to continue from talking but he was just staring at you. You felt uncomfortable the way he looks at you because you feel butterflies roaming around your stomach so you decided to avoid his gaze and continue on making him feel better.

"As I was saying," you cleared your throat and closed your eyes for a second before you move your eyes back to him again, "Bucky, you should stop letting your past determine what you will be. Steve saw something good in you and that's what we're seeing in you. Unfortunately, you don't see that because you're too busy thinking of what others will think about you and your new life. You should stop that, Bucky. Do this whole thing for yourself, for the people who believe in you and that's us. We're here. I am here."

A small smile came up in his oh-so-perfect lips.

"Thank you," he said while his eyes are pinned on yours.

You looked down and smiled, "It's the least that I could do for the person who fixed almost everything in this apartment of mine."

"Hey, Sam helped too," he said, being too humble to accept the compliment.

He and Sam helped you, but knowing that Bucky have vibranium arms, he's much more help than Sam.

"Well, since only the two of us is here, let's just keep it a secret that you did all the work here," you joked as you moved your eyes back to him, "Just so you know, you are always welcome to come here, Bucky. I could also use a friend sometimes," and when you said that, you suddenly felt loneliness in your heart as well.

All those times that you've been in your bedroom, watching a dumb-romantic movie just because you're bored, the times when you had to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and even midnight snack alone, because no one's around to accompany you. And you don't want to oblige everyone to accompany you 24/7 since everyone has their own lives to fix and run.

You were too shy to tell Bucky about how welcome you are for him, however, you're not too proud to seek new friendships.

"And just so you know too, I'm here," he said as he gave your cheeks a caress. "And I don't want you to think that I only see you as a sister or what, because you're not."

Your brows formed a frown when you heard what he said.

"Just don't, okay?"

You gave him a nod and a smile, even though you are completely puzzled with what he said.

[smoochkooks]

—golden boy (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, disney hercules au, meg!oc, hercules!jk

⟶ summary: jungkook finally has you all to himself. and oh, is he going to cherish the moment wholeheartedly.

⟶  word count: 2.7k

⟶ warnings: virgin!jk, switch!jk if you squint, exhibitionism (they do it outdoors but it’s ancient greece so it’s not even surprising), soft to kinda rough sex, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, jk in a man bun, pegasus cockblocking his partner in crime

a/n: i got cherry vodka drunk and wrote this in two hours. it’s jorny hours so please forgive me for the sins you’re about to read with your very own eyes. hercules is one of my favorite childhood disney movies and watching it today i just couldn’t stop imagining jk as the greek god. if you see any mistakes - please ignore them. it’s almost 2am. enjoy!! xx ps. I had some major difficulties with posting this one so if you were one of the first people to read it and sth was off: read it again now thank u

Jungkook thinks you're the most beautiful person in the whole world. 

He hasn't seen many goddesses in his life (hell, he's sure of it, judging by the short period of time he spent on Olympus as a newborn baby-god) but he's positive you would make his aunt Aphrodite jealous. You’re the epitome of his perfection, a walking daydream, his muse and an object of desire.

He could die happily staring at you, though it's impossible due to the fact he's very much immortal. He could travel back to Hades and fight every titan that rots in the pits of Tartarus, just to see you batting your long eyelashes at him or hear you call him ‘golden boy’ again. You quite literally have him wrapped around your finger, not even his father Zeus, the most powerful god in the entire universe managed to convince him to stay on Olympus and bask in the glory with the rest of his family.  

Jungkook chose to live his life with you, on Earth, and there's not a single smudge of doubt or regret clouding his brain. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms and kiss stupidi just like right now when it’s dark out and you’re sitting comfortably on the ground near a small pond.  

“You saved me once again, golden boy,” you murmur, fingers lazily threading through the dark locks on his neck. It almost makes him purr into your mouth.

“You weren't really in trouble the first time.” He bites your lip in return, eliciting a giggle from you.

“But am I not your favorite damsel in distress, Jungkookie?” You place your palm on his rock-hard chest and push, until he's laying flat on the grass, the starry sky above reflecting in his black orbs. “You're my hero, you know that, right?” you whisper, straddling his lap.  

Jungkook's been to Olympus and knows what heaven looks like but this: you above him, your hair cascading down your shoulders, dress bunching up around your waist and revealing smooth expanses of honey skin– is incomparable. It's sweet ambrosia on his tongue, the finest of all tastes, the greatest feeling in the world.  

“Am I?” he asks just to hear you say it once again. Instead of responding verbally you lean down to kiss him, your lips molding perfectly together. He groans into your mouth, two calloused palms itching to touch the bare skin of your thighs. Growing bolder, his hands reach further, cupping your asscheeks and pulling you even closer to him. 

You smirk into his mouth. “Someone's eager,” you tease but give in anyway, brushing your core over the hard length beneath his tunic.  

Jungkook all but moans at that and you relish in the sounds he makes, repeating the movement and slowly grinding yourself on his cock. His face twitches in pure ecstasy and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life– the son of Zeus being at your mercy, helpless to the pleasure you're giving him. “You're going to be the death of me,” he sighs, angling your head to kiss you again. You don't hesitate to oblige, accepting the tongue he slithers inside with a whimper of your own. 

“Thank gods you're immortal.” you say in between kisses.

He chuckles lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He bunches the material of your dress in his hands and lifts it off you in one, swift movement. Your nipples harden feeling the soft breeze fanning over your flesh. Looking down, you're met with Jungkook's blown out pupils. He looks so dreamy like this, the most perfect golden boy you’ve ever seen. His lips are swollen from your kisses, hair a little tussled and falling from his bun. A sight for sore eyes, truly.  

“You're so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, his palms engulfing your breasts. You moan when he sucks one of the nipples into his hot mouth, fingers threading through his hair and ready to pull. “My goddess,” he chants, switching to the other breast. He flicks the pebbled bud with his tongue and then bites lightly, making you cry out in pleasure. “I love the sounds you make. Want to hear you moaning for me. Give me more, love, please.”

He places his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you off him, laying you on your back. You don't complain about the change, not when he trails kisses down your chest and stomach, not when you feel his hot breath on your womanhood. He's determined to please you, it seems, so he mouths over your undergarments, alternating between kissing and licking you softly through the material.  

“Take them off,” you mutter, growing impatient. Jungkook looks up, a devilish smirk on his lips. Oh, how many sleepless nights you spent dreaming of him staring at you like that and practically devouring you with his eyes.  

“Won't you beg for me a little, love?” He's too cocky for his own good but you decide to let it slide for now, your urges getting better of you.  

“Please, Jungkookie, make me feel good.” you keen in saccharine sweet voice. He doesn't need to be told twice, ripping the undergarments off your body. “Oh, yes!” you moan when he gives you first, experimental lick up your slick folds. He swirls his tongue over your clit, making you choke out a, “Right there, darling, right there.”  

Jungkook's certain his newfound favourite place in the world is going to be between your thighs. He's already addicted to your taste, to your smell. He lavishes your cunt with passion, devouring you like the finest meal. He loves the sounds you make, love the little whimpers and breathy moans. He wants to listen to them forever. 

He groans into your heat when you pull his hair, pulling away from your pussy with a wet pop. “Do it again,” he rasps against your core and that's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard. You grant his wish, repeating it every time he delivers a toe-curling suck to your sensitive bud. “You're dripping, my love. Is this all for me?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head up enough so you could see his lips and chin glistening in your arousal. He’s getting bolder again but you’re too consumed with your own pleasure to pay mind to it.

“All for you,” you murmur, the pads of your fingers trailing through his locks lightly. He closes his eyes, lets you massage his scalp for a brief moment. “You're doing so good, darling. You're going to make me come.” 

He takes it as a sign to continue, diving right into your cunt. He shows no mercy, bringing you to the edge of release. You wonder how could he possibly be so good at this already but then you remember who exactly your lover is– a son of Zeus can only be either a fast learner or natural.  

With one, final flick of his tongue on your clit the coil in your stomach tightens and you're coming, more slick gushing out of your and coating Jungkook's face in translucent release. He doesn't seem to be bothered though, licking his lips and chin obscenesly and moaning at the taste. Your hole clenches, needing to be filled.

Jungkook discards his tunic and now you have a perfect view of his sturdy muscles, the byproduct of his training with Phil. You almost drool at the sight, running your palms greedily over the wide expanses of his chest. When your finger ever-so-slightly brushes his nipple, you feel him chocking out a tiny moan. Smirking, you repeat the motion.  

“Y/N, love, please don't tease me. I need to be inside you so bad.” he husks when your other hand travels down his abdomen and trails over his aching cock. 

“As you wish, darling.” With shaky limbs you manage to turn him on his backside again. Right when you're about to pulls his undergarments down, you hear something rustling between the trees. You stop abruptly. 

“Did you hear that?” you whisper, squinting your eyes to see better although there's no use for that during the night.  

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Hear what?” he mumbles and props himself on his elbows to look, but then you see it yourself. A glimpse of white fur that can only belong to– 

“That stupid horse!” you shriek, covering your bare breats with your hands.

“What?!” Jungkook yells, equally as shocked as you. He scrambles for his tunic to cover your modest figure. “Pegasus! Get out of here!” The magical creature neighs in response and peeks from between the bushes, looking at you pitifully. 

“Oh gods, he saw me naked!” you wail, mortified, as Jungkook gets up to scold Pegasus. “I'm gonna die from embarrassment!”  

Jungkook angrily gestures to the horse to leave you two alone, standing only in his undergarments. You want to laugh at how absurd this whole situation is. Pegasus nods with his head bowed down. Fulfilling the order, he spreads his wings and flies away somewhere. You hope far, far away from here.

“Hey,” You hear Jungkook's soft voice. He takes your hands in his and uncovers your red face. “We're alone.” he says, smiling apologetically at you.  

“I can't believe your stupid, magical horse almost watched us fuck."

“Keyword: almost.”

You cry out, burying your face in his neck.  “It's not funny!” you huff, punching him in the chest however you know he probably hasn't even felt it. But you did feel pretty much though; it hurts like you've hit a stone.  

Jungkook chuckles, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, rubbing your back soothingly.  

You look up to meet his eyes. “Do you?” you repeat with raised eyebrows.  

There it goes again, the damned sly smirk. “I'm still very much hard, love, and I'm afraid it won't go away that easily.”

“Yeah?” you murmur, thoughts about Pegasus and his prying horse eyes showed to the back of your head. “And what are you gonna do about it?” You push him onto his back, fingers grasping the material of his undergarments.  

Jungkook swallows before saying, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will never even think of leaving me.”

Biting your lip, you slide his undergarments down his toned legs. His cock is just as perfect as the rest of him–long, curved at the top and flaming red, craving to be touched. Using the precum that has gattered at the tip you smear it along his shaft, watching in awe as his face confronts in pleasure. He lets you play with him for a while like that, drive him to the insanity with your teasing.  

Just when you're about to position yourself over his cock, he stops you. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.  

“I did. Once,” you answer honestly. “But it didn't mean anything to me.” You slowly sink down on him, welcoming the slightly burning stretch with a satisfied moan.  

Jungkook hisses, digs his fingers into your waist and you're sure he'll leave bruising marks. “And what does this mean?” he asks, almost chokes out feeling your hot canal enveloping his length.  

“Everything,” you breathe out, lifting yourself off him just to slam down hard afterwards. “You mean the world to me.” you say; it’s priactially a whisper. As you're staring into his wide eyes, you can see your love for him reflected in them. It all feels like a dream you don't wanna wake up from.  

“I love you, Y/N,” he confesses and you know he means it. “From the moment I saw you for the first time I knew you would be the one for me.”  

A lonely tear slides down your cheeks and he catches it with his thumb. “I love you too, Jungkook.” you murmur.  

He smiles like a fool, opens his mouth to say more but you shut him up with a kiss and your hips establishing a steady rhythm on his cock. You pull away from his lips, saliva dribbling down both of your chins but you don't care, bouncing on him like your life depends on it. Maybe it does a little.  

“So good,” you whimper, the tip of his cock almost hitting your cervix with every stroke.  

Underneath you Jungkook looks like he might die right here and there, his chest sweaty and heaving with every breath he takes. He has a vice grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his cock. To your surprise you find yourself liking that side of him, the rough touch of his hands on your skin. You wonder what he's capable of if you push him a little further.  

“Oh, gods!” you keen when his cock brushes past the spot that makes you see stars. He fucks into you just in time for you to add, “Just like that.”  

As much as Jungkook enjoys seeing you bouncing on top of him, he grows tired of just laying still and taking it. In one, swift motion, he flips you onto your back. You squel after the sudden change of positions but that quickly morphs into a loud moan as he rams his cock inside your cunt.

He picks up the pace, making you feel every inch of him. He stares down where your body ends and his begins, watching his cock disappearing in your hole. You urge him to look at you instead, pull him down to leave a messy kiss on his lips. “Shit, you're so perfect,” he marvels, palms squeezing every part of your body he could reach. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” he spits, leaning to suck a mark on your neck. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it. Love your cock,” you say over the slapping sounds of your skin meeting his. “You're so good to me Jungkookie, so good.” As you feel another, powerful orgasm approaching, you slip your fingers down your body to toy with your clit.  

Jungkook catches it and snatches your hand away, replacing with his own. He rubs your sensitive bud fast and hard, making you cry out his name in a broken moan. “Are you gonna come for me, love? I want you to cream my cock like a good girl.” he rasps, slithering himself inside you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs. 

“Yes, yes!” you chant, feeling your cunt spasming around his length. He curses, fucking you through your high. “Kiss me, Jungkookie–please,” you nearly sob and he obliges right away, plunging his tongue inside your mouth to dance with yours. It's messy and wet but you're relishing in it.  

He pants against your mouth, his pace getting sloppy. “I'm not gonna last longer,” he stammers out. “Your pussy feels too good, I'm–”

“Shh,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “It's okay. You did so good, darling.” He moans at the praise, leans down to bury his face in your neck. 

“Oh gods, I'm gonna–ah, shit,” he groans, thrusts into your cunt a few more times and then he comes, spilling himself inside. “I love you, I love you.” he repeats, breathing heavily down your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, smiling to yourself. “And I love you.” you respond. “But please, for the love of Zeus, get off me or you'll suffocate me.”

Jungkook chuckles, lifting himself off your body. He props himself on his hand and stares down at you. You’ve never felt so happy. It’s right here, with him, that you feel the most acomplished. You wish to make it last forever. He places a kiss on your mouth, a sweet, quick peck before he crashes his body next to yours.

He pulls you to his side and you could feel his heart beating underneath the palm you placed on his chest. It beats with the love he has for you. 

“When do you think you will be able to go again?” you ask.

Jungkook cocks his head. “What? Are you proposing a round two?”

“Not exactly,” you quip, your nail ever so slightly brushing over his nipple. “Want you in my mouth this time.”

“You little minx.”

You smirk. If his already semi-hard cock is anything to go by, you have a long night ahead of yourself.

[harrypotterbrainworms]

Found Family

Summary: “hi! I hope u r having a great day!💛 I was the one who request the ron x trans male reader and I have to say that I loved it! it was beautiful! if u are ok with it can I request one about how the weasley family would react about the reader first vacations after the transition? fluff please? a george x trans male reader pleaseI love ur fics! thanks for reading!” (request) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Trans Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name 

Word Count: 1812

(A/N): Took a while to get this done, but I really like it and it was very sweet.

“Oh my god, they’re gonna hate me. My hair is too shaggy, it got too shaggy, didn’t it? My face, oh no. I look nothing like I did. My voice, my face, me.” (Y/N) moved uncomfortably running his hands through his hair every second he could. He felt as nervous as he did at the beginning of the year.

“It’s gonna be fine, love. They already love you, I promise they’ll just love you harder, knowing them.” George Weasley, his beloved boyfriend, grabbed his hands holding them gently in his hands with a sweet smile on his face.

“But-“

“No butts, but mine, my dear.” George replied pointing at the beautifully round mother who came running toward them, one hand carrying a bag of lunch for the car ride home and the other ready to pinch any one of her kid’s faces.

“Here goes nothing.” (Y/N) sucked in a long breath and exhaled with a huge smile on his face. He was happy to see his basically second mother, but more nervous by the seconds that passed.

“Oh my boys! It’s been so long since I’ve seen your beautiful faces” She kissed each of the kids except (Y/N). The anxiety really started to build up when she turned around to face the twins not even acknowledging his presence. He was starting to spiral fast, quickly grabbing Geogre’s hand for support.

“Fred. George. I didn’t get many complaints. Good job.” She said sterningly, a cautious finger pointed at them as she looked around for someone, oh no, (Y/N) thought. She didn’t get the 20 letters he’d sent or maybe she’d make him stop dating George. No way this was gonna work.

“Thanks, mum” The twins sighed with a slight smirk on both their faces, even with the instant hurricane (Y/N) was pulled in, he wondered what they were planning.

“Well who’s this?” Molly asked, turning to (Y/N). His nerves hit an all time high and his heart stopped for a moment.

“It’s-uh-“ He stuttered out, of course she didn’t know who he was. He was so different, he felt like running away at this point.

“I’m just messing with you, deary! We missed you so much (Y/N)” She laughed giving him a huge hug and a pat on the back. He laughed nervously and steadied himself again. Her “pats” were devilishly strong.

“I missed you too, Mrs Weasley” (Y/N) said self-consciously, he wasn’t usually so formal with her. He’d known her for years now, but it felt like he was presenting a completely new version of himself.

“Don’t be so formal, my dear. Molly will do just fine, now boys and Ginny. We have a long trip and a lot of food to eat” She was smiling wide as she helped (Y/N) pull his trunk up from the ground.

The car ride was long and tiring as usual as he watched London pass and the country come into view. He was especially nervous about tonight’s big dinner. George squeezed his hand and smiled as they both looked on to the unfolding countryside.

“It’s gonna be great. Dad is gonna get drunk and we’re gonna laugh. Just like old times” He tried to cheer his boyfriend up, but it weighed on his heart more.

“Just like old times.” A phrase he didn’t particularly enjoy in his life right now.

Arthur Weasley loved winter, especially when he was downing glass after glass of fire whiskey as he tried to make jokes and fork at his meal. He stood up suddenly and everyone knew what was coming-

“A toast! I would like to make a toast” He shouted a little too loudly as he brought his glass up to the air.

“Oh no. Dad’s drunk toast.” Fred huffed out nudging George’s who was too busy dazzling (Y/N) for the 10th time that day.

“Oh Merlin.” He whispered back and mentally buckled up for the ride.

“To this wonderful family, a wonderful evening and most importantly to this lovely gentleman for coming!” Arthur pointed not so subtly at (Y/N), a deep crimson starting to appear on his face.

“Cheers!” The twins chanted in unison, egging their father on. Trying to length the speech as much as they could for entertainment of course.

“And might I add! To my lovely wife and her big beautiful bosom-“ Mr. Weasley was about to go on about his beautiful wife’s beautiful bosom, but was thankfully interrupted by Molly spitting out her drink as he was pulled back into his seat.

“Arthur.”

“Ham. Her big beautiful ham, always the best cooking in this house of course.” He added from his seat raising his glass once more, everyone raising their own glasses to toast Molly’s “ham”.

“This family” George whispered into (Y/N)’s ear causing him to giggle as he was clinking glasses with the room full of people.

He sighed in bed as he rolled over to look at George who was actually reading for once, but he suspected it was for prank research. He kissed forehead lightly and grabbed his night robe.

“I’m going to get some water”

“Cool, love you”

“Love you too, idiot” He sighed and walked down the rickety stairs of the burrow finding him and George were probably the only ones awake at this hour. He didn’t really need a glass of water, just a quiet moment alone as he watched the snow fall from the kitchen window.

In his silent moment he must’ve lost track of everything in existence because he barely heard Molly coming down the stairs and sitting in the chair besides him.

“Hello, dear. Can’t sleep?” She spoke up making him jump.

“Yeah.”

“Let me make you some hot chocolate” She pushed herself up from the chair and pulled out a pot and ingredients.

“That’s oka-“ He tried to answer, but it wasn’t really a choice. He didn’t really mind. It was just about 2am and he didn’t want to cause her any troubles.

“Nonsense, we’re having hot chocolate” As she filled a pot with some milk, cocoa and sugar. He liked that she didn’t really use magic when cooking, it reminded him of home. Finishing their drink she placed two mugs on the table and sat beside him once again, staring into the window with him.

He sipped on his warm drink a little awkwardly, he wanted to ask what was plaguing his mind. He just never knew when was the right time, he took another sip and sighed.

“Um- Mrs- I mean Molly. You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quickly before his courage faded.

“What is, deary?” Molly said absentmindedly, looking at him a little puzzled. He darted his eyes back and forth before looking down at himself and she then understood.

“Oh. Not at all, dear. I’ve known many young wizards such as yourself, very upright young men” She smiled warmly at him, his eyes widened a bit in hope and excitement.

“Really?” He said, a question no one really needed to answer. He knew the answer now.

“Of course. I’ve been around, my dear. Meet a lot of people” She put her hand on his and he choked up a bit.

“So you-“

“Yes, dear. Family is family. I would accept you in any form and way no matter what. You’re a Weasley and I’m proud of you” She knew what he needed, she had. He looked at her with so much love in his heart as his eyes started to well up.

She immediately put their mugs down and embraced him tightly as he silently sobbed into her clothing.

“Oh my, dear. It’s okay, you always have a place at this table” She hushed him as she rubbed circles around his back.

“Thank you, Molly” He said, looking up at her and she just smiled sweetly.

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what a mother does, I have your back and every one of my children’s back.”

“Of course you do” He laughed a little and really let his thoughts ease up as he embraced him.

“Now, finish that hot chocolate and get to bed. I bet George is very worried about you right now” She said snuffing a bit as she stroked his hair as he continued to cry a bit. He gained composure and nodded into her.

“Yeah” He said, muffled by her nightgown.

“You’re a fine young man, my dear. George is lucky to have you, you keep those hooligans in check and most importantly. You love him and he loves you very much” He looked up at her pulling away from the hug, he swore he could see a few tear drops threatening to fall.

He took one last sip of the now room temperature drink and hugged Molly again, she gave him a kiss on forehead and sent him on his way.

He climbed up the stairs, his anxieties in the back of his mind as he rode his new found rush of happiness all the way back to George’s room.

“You smell like hot chocolate- oh no. Did mum talk to you? I hope she didn’t say anything weird, that woman is mad” George said as (Y/N) entered his room, but when he looked up from his copy of “Inconvenience Creation”, he saw the happiest smile on his boyfriend’s face. His heart felt warm and full, he was glad it went well.

“No actually. She said she was proud of me” (Y/N) smiled as he sat on the side of the bed, staring into space.

“Woah. She never says that to me, it’s worse than I thought. She’s replacing me with a better son” He teased and pulled his boyfriend into the bed with him, putting his book down. He breathed in his scent, his mum’s hot chocolate.

“Must’ve been some talk” He yawned and hugged his waist.

“Just don’t replace me anytime soon” He teased further earning a scoff and an eye roll.

“Shut up, asshole.” (Y/N) hit his arm and held his face up, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I told you they would still love you.” He smirked at him reaching up to give him a soft kiss on the lips, but yawned mid kiss making (Y/N) laugh.

“I shouldn't have expected any different” (Y/N) pushed his hair out of face with a huge smile on his lips as he pulled the duvet over them.

“Damn right.” Geogre replied tiredly.

“I love you” He planted another kiss on his forehead, hugging him tight as he rubbed his boyfriend’s hand on his chest softly.

“Mhm. Me too” He snuggled his face into (Y/N)’s neck, he just stroked George’s hair until he heard soft snores coming from his boyfriend. He sighed happy and exhausted as he slowly fell asleep himself.

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes A Taste (2)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded) Summary: it’s your second time meeting Aaron. He’s still flustered and precious but he (might) manage to give you his number. W/C: 2113 Warnings: none yet! A/N: i haven’t got chapter names yet, just accept they’re all called ‘it only takes a taste’ haha. AO3 tags: @willowrose99 @genevievedarcygranger @maryosprinkle @kleff03 (if you want to get added, lmk!!) Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

The next time you meet him, it’s 2am. Rita’s three weeks off her due date. She’s been staying at Joe’s place, with his wife, because the heating’s gone out in her apartment and her super is a foul man. If you were inclined to murder, he’d be first on your list. Right now she’s out the back, trying to wipe chocolate sauce off her uniform. The baby’s been kicking for hours and knocks things around the counter sometimes. At least it isn’t throwing her ribs out this time. 

There’s a couple of teens drinking milkshakes in the window, they’ve snuck out after bedtime and they’re giggling to each other about how bad they are. You’ve seen their parents drive by twice (they’re regulars after school) but no one’s come in yet.

The agent drives by, and then does a u-turn and comes back. It was literally a double take, no matter how you look at it. You clearly saw him slow down and try to look in the window as he tried (desperately tried) to stay on the main road. And then he’d turned around and come back. 

He’s even prettier dry than he was wet. (Your mind spirals to where that could have gone, which is not something you expected from a 2am shift). He’s loosened his tie and his hair is falling free of the gel. He looks less tired, and yet more tired. A different kind of tired. This one would be fixed by a good night’s sleep.

“Hi,” he says with a little quirk in his lip that could be him fighting off a smile.

“Hi,” you return with a full smile. He sits in front of you and steeples his fingers under his chin.

“I’m Aaron.”

A fortnight you’ve been wondering his name and he just swans in and hands it to you on a silver platter. Bless him and his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y/n,” you introduce. “And what can I get for you tonight, Aaron?”

“Maybe not a coffee.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. He has such a cheeky smile you almost want to reach over and wipe it off his lips. “A hot chocolate would do. I’ve got to sleep enough to take my kid to school.”

“Have here?” Your hands hover over the in-cups and the out-cups. He taps his finger against his chin.

“In.” He folds his hands and you notice he’s not wearing a wedding ring. Kid, no wedding ring, weird hours. Could be a score, could be a serial killer. Could be both! No. Not both. There will be no fraternising with serial killers. Not if you respect your life. 

Would it be weird to ask him where he works? If he works for one of the alphabet soups, will it get you in trouble? Maybe. People don’t like you poking around when sensitive information could be involved. You still ask anyway while the coffee machine has it’s little dummy spit at having to work at two in the morning.

“Quantico,” he says. He probably saw you trying to figure out how to ask. And that’s really all he can say. Maybe. He waggles his eyebrows just a little and you think he’s maybe a little too cheeky for this early in the morning. If Rita was working she’d be swooning all over him. 

“That’s very prestigious, but, sir, I don’t think you have the security clearance to be in this diner if you only work at Quantico. We deal with Area 51.”

“Long commute,” he teases.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what the uneducated think. I can break a few rules as long as you don’t start asking questions. No asking about where they keep the aliens, okay?”

“Never.” He wraps his hands around the mug as you push it to him, absorbing it’s warmth. 

“Did your son like the cookie?” you ask. Is it weird to remember he has a son after one interaction? Or the cookie? But he smiles. It’s okay. 

“He’s actually in love with it. He’s not stopped talking about it. I think my sister-in-law might kill me.”

“Joe’s magic in the kitchen. I’ll save a couple of cookies if you know when you’ll be in next?”

Is that too forward? Maybe. He pulls out a little day book and places it before him.

“Is Thursday too soon?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. You make a note to tell Joe you’re working on Thursday. “Sounds like a good day to collect a cookie.”

“If someone could cut this monster out of me, that would be GREAT!” Rita yells in the kitchen. Her voice is still far too loud out here. Aaron finally drops his gaze from yours, grinning into his hot chocolate.

“Shit, babes, I’m serious. I’ll got for a pocket knife at this point. I’m hot, and it’s not hot, I have to piss every four minutes, I can’t even sit in a car properly and taking the MET is stupid because I still have to pee!” She stops up short, seeing Aaron, and blinks as if she could erase her last comment. “Hi, sorry, you’re rain boy.”

“I prefer Raymond.”

There’s a beat where you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. The cheeky demeanor falls from his face.

“Rain Man! Tom Cruise! Smile." Aaron has no option but to smile at Rita. Too late you realise she's checking the alignment of his teeth to actually equate him to Tom Cruise. "Raymond, for sure. Shit, that’s funny,” Rita laughs, groans, and turns on her heel out the back. She needed to pee again. Aaron smiles just a little.

“Want some pie?” you offer. There’s still a bit left. Joe won’t be in for another hour or so, but there’s some in the oven to take out just before three. Aaron nods.

“Yeah, please.” He puts too much money in the tip jar again. Hands you the exact money for the pie. Had he looked at the menu online? Maybe he had. You take a slice out for him, then a slice for yourself. No harm in that. The whipped cream goes on his like a mountain. You put a bit beside your own pie slice, but Aaron’s grinning. 

He looks like he may do something childish. He doesn't, though, as you join him in pie eating. The teenagers start giggling about something they're watching on their phone. 

Rita comes back looking more tired than usual. Her whole body looks tired as she gets her purse and rubs her belly.

"Say bye to Rita," she says without much playful effort.

"Bye Rita," you return and kiss her cheek as she lifts it to you.

"And to Baby." 

"Bye Baby, be good for Mom." 

Rita snorts. Joe gives you a list of things to do while he's taking Rita home. Apparently Lola's coming in to replace Rita, but that's only going to be proven by Lola actually turning up. Aaron raises his hand around his fork and waves. Rita waves back and waddles out the back.

"Is she okay?" you ask Joe, and he nods. He waves goodbye to Aaron, even though he hasn't introduced himself yet. Aaron waves too. 

"That's a lot to worry about," Aaron says. You shrug and reach over the counter to Aaron's plate, taking some of his cream. He laughs and puts his arm around it to protect it.

"They're family. Less worrying, more caring." 

He nods as if he understands. "Might use that sometime."

"You're welcome to." 

He gives you a smile that only uses half his face. Gosh, he's cute. But it’s nothing more than fleeting night time visits, right? Okay, maybe not, he clearly turned his car around because he saw you working. You catch him staring at your left hand, studying it intently. No one wore rings at the diner, just because everything got stuck underneath them and there was nothing worse than having a maple syrup adorned wedding ring.

“There’s no one,” you tell him, which flusters him entirely. He smiles and looks down at his pie, blush creeping over his face. “Weird hours in a place like this? Hardly a brilliant base to build a relationship on.” 

“Yeah.” He might want to say more, but he’s smiling at you again. “Weird hours, strange place, know that story.”

“Sucks, hey?”

“Oh yeah.” 

The teens from the window go home when they’ve finished their milkshake. You tell them to get home safe and pray their parents don’t come in asking where they went. Aaron scraps his plate, scooping up the cream and pie soupy mess. 

“I have to go,” Aaron sighs. He runs his hand through his hair and his fingers get stuck in the left-over-gelly-mess. You smother a giggle as he rolls his eyes and pulls his hand out with tiny little crack-crack-crack’s. It sounds painful.

“I’m going to shower and get this shit out of my hair.”

“It’ll look nice without it in.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

He blushes, returning to the man you’d met coming out of the rain. 

“Well I’ll remember that for next time.” 

Your heart jumps. Next time! There’ll be a next! Time!

“Listen, hey, um,” Aaron says as he stuffs a couple of bills into the tip jar. “Here--” he stops again, then shakes his head like he’s giving himself a vote of confidence. “This is…” he stops again and licks his lips, then pulls out a business card from his suit pocket. He scratches his number onto the blank back, and then Aaron at the top. “My number,” he managed to finish.

“Thanks,” you respond before wanting to smack your head onto the counter. Thanks?!?! There are a hundred better things to say. “W-when do you want me?” When do you want me??? “To be here, on Thursday, for the cookies.”

Aaron’s gone red. Your face is hot. This is a disaster. There’s no fixing this disaster. There’s no fixing it at all. But Aaron smiles all the same.

“U-uh. I’ll text you?” he looks so flustered. 

“You haven’t got my number,” you giggle, because he hasn’t. You’ve got his. He looks like a tomato as he blushes even more. “How about I text you my number, and you tell me when you’re free, and I’ll make sure there’s three cookies set aside for you that no one else buys.”

“Three?”

“You, your son, your sister-in-law.”

“I could really use you at work,” he laughs and… sits back down. Four seconds ago he was in such a rush to leave, and now he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world. He’s so precious, you wish you could just put him in a jar and protect all that goodness from the evils of the world. Surely he couldn’t have met too many of them just yet? He’s still got a smile that could brighten up the night sky, people who’ve seen all the hurt and pain in the world can’t smile like that.

“I don’t think I’m clever enough to get into Quantico. Unless they like people serving them coffees,” you smile gently and he tilts his head while looking at you. A curious puppy. You want to lean over and squish his cheeks for thinking you could be anything more than a server at a roadside diner.

“You’d brighten the place up.”

“You brighten my place up.” Corny, highschool grade flirting. He smiles all the same. Can he smile any more than that? Probably not, he might combust and become a star. “You know you don’t have to keep putting money into the tip jar, right? Not the amount you do. Most people just put in their change.”

He looks at the tip jar. “It’s for Rita’s hospital bills, right? It’s why she won’t look at it, because she’s embarrassed, but also why you and Joe count every bill that goes in it.”

“Alright, Sherlock Holmes.”

“It says on the jar,” he jokes, and points to the permanent marker that’s bled through the otherside of the tip jar. You laugh. Aaron laughs.

“I do have to go.”

“Go,” you laugh. “I’ll text you when I’m off my shift.”

He nods, looking a little sad to go, but also a little excited. He must really love his son.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Y/n.”

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Aaron,” you return and watch him leave. Shit, he’s even cuter leaving. He even waves from his car before he drives off. You’re close to squealing when the bikie gang pull up, flooding the carpark, then all come in ready for their coffee. At least Aaron’s hot chocolate warmed up the machine for them.

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You’re Gonna Miss Me

(When I’m Gone)

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~~~~~

Tony doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

That’s a lie. Utter bullshit. He’s lying to himself. Tony knows exactly why his heart is fluttering in his chest like he’d run a marathon, why his chest struggled to rise like there was twenty pound weight rested on it. 

Though to be fair, when he made an anonymous donation of a meager 50,000 dollars to Midtown Science and Technology, he hadn’t expected Peter’s decathlon team to put in a request to the school board to travel abroad, and he definitely hadn’t expected the school to immediately approve it. He thought they’d use it to replace the sudsy water in the bathrooms they called soap with the real stuff or some shit, not whisk his kid away to Vienna for a whole week where Tony couldn’t even hug him, couldn’t protect him. 

Peter is thrilled, though. Ecstatic. When he’d broken the news to Tony and May, he’d been over the moon with excitement, his round cheeks flushed pink and his eyes gleaming. Even two weeks ago, Tony had felt a deep sense of apprehension kindling in his chest, but with the date seemingly so far away, he’d pushed it to the back of his mind. 

He wishes now that he’d done something. He should have told Peter he couldn’t bear to be without him like he was an actor in a cheesy soap opera (it was true, he couldn’t); tell Peter he needed him on a “mission” that would mysteriously be canceled. Though they’d probably end up taking a plane or a suit to Vienna anyways (despite what he liked to say to Rhodey, he was not at all immune to Peter’s puppy eyes); hell, he should have purposely tripped on the stairs and broken his leg so Peter, sweet, kind, empathetic Peter, would immediately decide to stay by his side where Tony could keep him safe.

He missed Peter when he was at his apartment in fucking Queens, thirty minutes from Stark Tower. He didn’t know how he’d handle having him 4,222 miles away. He didn’t know if he could.

“Damn,” he hisses, pushing himself from his bed with a grunt and making a beeline towards Peter’s room. He dashes in. The sight of his sleeping son (read: lump of blankets) is enough to take his breath away.

Tony had missed him. It had been four hours since he’d tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and Tony had missed him. Peter was fifteen feet away. 

This trip is going to be the death of him. He’s going to drop dead of a goddamn heart attack before Peter even gets on the plane. 

Tony sinks carefully onto the mattress and rests his hand on the boy’s neck, some deep, parental instinct in him immediately soothed by the slow, steady beat of his pulse. Peter is curled under the thick blue blanket, only his chestnut curls visible which are tinged blue from the Iron Man nightlight on the wall, his breath puffing out in those little snuffling snores that Tony absolutely adores. 

He leans down to kiss his temple, inhales the familiar scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo and is overwhelmed by the wave of infinite love that washes over him. He loves this kid so much it sometimes hurts. 

Leaning back, he smooths his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. He doesn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He doesn’t know if he physically can. Maybe asleep Peter has somehow sensed this, because there’s a small mewl from the bundle of blankets, and two bleary doe eyes flutter open. 

“T’ny?”

“Hey,” Tony whispers, running a hand through his curls. “Hey, jellybean. Sorry I woke you up.” Peter rolls over with heavy limbs and rubs his eyes with a fist in a childlike motion, yawning in a way that resembles all those yawning kitten videos he’s made Tony watch. 

God, he’s adorable, Tony thinks. His heart is melting. He’s so small, so young. Tony feels an instinctual, almost uncontrollable urge to protect this kid, to wrap him in his arms and keep him from harm for the rest of time. 

Peter is oblivious. “‘S… s’okay,” he mumbles. His hand sneaks out of the blankets and tugs on his arm lethargically, which the genius knows is sleepy Peter language for “cuddle with me.” Tony chuckles fondly and slides under the covers.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his beloved boy, stroking a finger down his cheek. Peter smiles sleepily up at him from his assortment of pillows. “Hi.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Hi, Pete.” 

Peter frowns at him then, a sudden change from his drowsy, half-asleep state. “You… you ‘kay? Wha’ time’s it?” He tries to sit up, but Tony hushes him gently with a “Everything’s okay, bud, just a typical 2am visit from your friendly neighborhood Iron Man.”

He smiles, so Tony counts the joke as a win. It’s not one of his best, but hey, forgive him if he’s a little anxious about his kid going to another fucking continent. 

(He refuses to acknowledge that it’s not just being away from Peter that’s stressing him out, it’s the fact that anything could happen to him while they’re apart.)

Tony looks back to Peter, opening his mouth to talk, only to find that he’s completely conked out. He balls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipes the line of drool tracing down the boy’s chin away, finding that a soft smile has formed on his face, the one that only makes its appearance around Peter.

Peter snuggles into him the second he lies down, resting his curly head just over his heart. Tony wraps a protective arm around his back and rubs small circles on his soft blanket hoodie. “G’night,” he whispers, bending to kiss the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest- can hear his soft kitten snores. The warm weight of his body is so comforting that for a moment he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this trip isn’t going to be the end of him. That everything’s going to be okay.

~~~~~

Peter’s starting to regret eating all those waffles for breakfast. He feels shaky all over, like he could collapse or throw up any second. He’d told Tony he was going to pop in the bathroom, but he’s been in there for at least ten minutes, settled back on his heels on the cold, grimy floor of an airport bathroom, trying to breathe properly.

Speaking of Tony, he can hear the man just outside the door, typing on his phone and sipping from a cheap cup of coffee. Peter immediately experiences a hot flash of guilt, realizing that he must have grown worried while he was gone. 

Sure enough, the door swings open and there’s a soft knock. “Pete? Everything okay, bud?”

Peter stands up and unlocks the stall. “Tony,” he sniffles, taking an unsteady step forward. Tony rushes forward and gathers him in his arms

“Whoa, hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says gently, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You’re okay, Pete. Breathe, just breathe, bud. It’s okay.”

“I don’t-” Peter whispers. “I don’t know, Tony, I-I wanna go, but I can’t, I don’t know w-what to do.” 

“Breathe, honey. It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll figure this out, okay? You just gotta take a breath, alright?” 

Peter tries- fails. Tries again, and manages to gasp a breath in. “Sorry,” he croaks, when he can properly breathe again. “Tony, I-I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs, squeezing him tight. “Nothing to be sorry for, Pete.” After snatching a paper towel and soaking it in the sink, he runs the scratchy cloth over Peter’s face and kisses his forehead when he’s done. “Okay, bubba. You wanna go back out or stay in here?”

“Out,” he replies without hesitation. The flickering white lights above are starting to give him a headache, not to mention the leaky faucet and the freezing tile floors and the faulty air conditioning. Tony leads him out with an arm around his shoulder and guides him to a little nook, where they both plop down on a neon green beanbag. 

“My parents died in a plane crash,” Peter whispers. 

Tony squeezes his shoulder. “I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Unlike a lot of the “sorries” Peter has heard, this one is sincere. Sometimes he forgets that Tony is an orphan too. 

“I- I mean, logically, I know the plane won’t crash,” he continues, “But I guess it’s still hard for me to believe that. Like a- a gut feeling?”

The man nods in understanding. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I was terrified of cars after my parents died- I took the subway everywhere despite the paparazzi bloodhounds.” Tony doesn’t broach the subject of his parent’s deaths often, especially not in a crowded public airport, so Peter makes sure to pay attention. 

“Then, the fear just kinda… vanished.” He wiggles his fingers dramatically. “I started driving without even thinking, didn’t realize I was in a car ‘til I got on the highway. I had to pull over when I did, but since then, I’m perfectly fine with cruisin’ at 80 mph. But,” he says seriously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “I think you should listen to what your gut’s tellin’ you, buddy. It’s important to listen to yourself- what inner you is saying.” He pokes Peter’s belly a couple times for good measure, which makes his face scrunch up adorably. 

Peter nods, and really tries to listen to his gut. The pair both go silent in concentration, and then- his stomach grumbles. They both burst into laughter, born more from nerves than hilarity.

“Inner you wants to eat,” Tony snorts. “I think I saw a place with the biggest blueberry muffins of my life by the escalators, wanna stop there?”

Despite eating a huge stack of waffles just hours earlier, Peter wolfs down two of the gigantic blueberry poppyseed muffins, much to the amusement of Tony.

They made their way to the gate, where Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was lounging, dressed in an ugly red sweater, his long legs stretched in front of him. 

“Peter!” he cried as he spotted them, scrambling to his feet. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I had the wrong date! We’re leaving today, right?”

“Oh, yeah Mr. Harrington, we’re going today!” Peter laughs. He’s used to dealing with his scatter-brained teacher. “I’m actually here early, the plane’s supposed to leave at 1:00.” He gestures vaguely to the big digital clock over his head reading 11:54 AM, EDT. 

Mr. Harrington frowns. “I thought it left at 8 am! You mean I’ve been here for hours in this awful chair when I could have been sipping a piña colada in my jacuzzi?!” He collapses back in his chair and pulls a sleeping mask over his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Peter chuckles, then pulls Tony to a row of uncomfortable seats in the corner of the waiting area. 

They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just watching the various travellers rush past. A little girl, around two or three, comes up and shyly asks for Tony’s autograph, but no one else recognizes the genius. (Thanks to his foolproof disguise of a baseball cap and scarf covering up his iconic beard, the genius claims.)

“So, what are we thinking?” Tony asks after about half an hour. “Do you wanna go?” He secretly hopes Peter will say no, hopes that they can go home and binge watch all of the Star Trek episodes and fill their bodies with junk. 

Peter nods hesitantly. “I think so. I-is that okay? I might change my mind, but- yes. Yeah, I think I want to go.”

 Tony squeezes his hand. “Of course it’s okay baby, that’s perfectly fine. If you change your mind, you know what? That’s great too. Whatever you want, that’s what’s important.” He kisses Peter’s forehead and lets his hand linger for a moment where it rests on the boy’s cheek. “If you change your mind at any point, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter breathes, slumping heavily against his side.

“Of course, bud. Anything for my Peter.” 

They stop for lunch at a cozy little coffee shop, which is thankfully devoid of fans and paparazzi. Peter orders (or rather, makes Tony order) a small hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows and whipped cream) even though drinking a lot before a non-stop ten hour flight is probably not the best idea. (He can’t help it. He’s nervous.)

When the pair gets back to their gate, they find Ned and his family. The boy’s greet each other enthusiastically, performing their signature handshake, while Tony simply throws up a peace sign to Ned’s rather stunned parents. 

The friends pull out their phones -probably playing one of those ghastly animated games that Peter is always quoting. Tony pretends to look busy on his phone, but really, he’s just trying to distract himself from the terrifying fact that he’s not going to see Peter for a week.

Too soon, the speaker crackles, a crisp voice announcing, “Attention. We are now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria. Now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria.”

Tony’s heart stops. Peter freezes. 

No, they think at the same time. Not yet. 

Peter turns to Tony, panicked. “Hey,” the man says, pushing away every anxiety, every worry away so he can focus on his kid. He sees Ned approach them, but stop when his father places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, it’s okay.” 

“Tony.” Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist. 

“I know, baby, I know.” Tony kisses the top of his head and hugs him close. “Follow my breathing. You’re okay. We’re good.”

Around them, the members of the decathlon team are rising, but Tony and Peter sit in those unforgettable chairs, clutching each other tightly, not yet ready to let go. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Peter whimpers. 

“I know kiddo, me too. I’m gonna miss you so much, but I’m always gonna be here, okay? If you need me, just call, or text, use morse code, doesn’t matter. I’m always here for you.”

“I’m here for you too,” Peter says. “I- I’ll call you every day.” Peter’s bottom lip is trembling, just barely, but enough for Tony to hug him a little tighter and kiss his forehead. “I love you, Tony,” he sniffs.

“I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.” Tony’s not crying. He’s not. The restaurant a few stores down is just cooking onions, that’s why his eyes are watering. 

Peter pulls away and grabs his duffel bag, taking a step toward the loading dock. Tony tries not to burst into sobs. Stay, his mind whispers. Please stay. 

Then Peter turns around, eyes full of tears, and slams straight into Tony’s chest, hugging him so tight he can barely breathe. Tony rocks them back and forth, cherishing everything about his sweet boy. When they finally break apart, Peter says, “I’ll be back before you know it,” echoing what Tony has said to him so many times before he leaves for a business trip. 

Then he smiles a watery smile and runs to catch up with his best friend. Just before he disappears into the loading dock, he turns around and waves wildly at Tony.

Tony waves back, grinning. “I love you,” he mouths.

“I love you too!” Peter mouths back, and steps into the dock.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, hastily wiping the dampness from his eyes. “I love you, Peter.”

~~~~~

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Chapter 18: Heaven

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“Baby. Baby,” you call your husband, settling your body in between his legs, your head on his stomach. “Wake up!”

“What is it?” He speaks, eyes still closed.

“I want ice cream,” you say in a demanding tone, but your husband ignores you and goes back to sleep. “Babe, please. There’s a good ice cream shop in the night market!” You poke his cheek continuously, bugging him. Kita sighs and looks down at you, about to scold you. As he sees your pouty face and pleading eyes, he groans in defeat.

“What time is it?” Kita asks, rubbing the back of your head.

“2AM...” You respond timidly, preparing yourself for a scolding from Kita. Instead of getting mad at you, Kita chuckles.

“And you want ice cream?” Kita presses your cheeks with his fingers. You nod, puckering your lips and moving your body up so you can give him a quick kiss. “Okay.”

“Yehey!” Cheering, you jump out of bed and go to his closet. You take one random hoodie of his and put it on. Kita envelops his arms your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder. “We have to hurry babe! The ice cream parlor closes at 4AM!”

“Can you drive? I’m so sleepy?” He requests, and you willingly say yes. You carry him out of the bedroom, his weight slowing your walk. Rice wakes up from his sleep and glances at the two of you as if he’s judging you and then goes back to sleep.

“Even Rice is sleepy,” Kita whines so you stop walking.

“Then, let’s not go.” You shrug him off you and head back to your room. Kita sighs before pulling you back. “What? You said you didn’t want to go.”

“I never said that,” Kita defends himself, hugging you. Your furrowed eyebrows and puffed cheeks are giving off that you’re upset, and he doesn’t want you not to sleep in that mood just because he didn’t agree to buying ice cream with you.

“You did, but in subtext,” you argue and Kita lets out a laugh from your response. He pulls the hood of his jacket over you, pulling the strings until your nose, mouth and eyes are the only parts of your face visible. He peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle.

“You’re annoying but cute. Let’s get that ice cream you want,” he tells you, lifting your body in ease. He carries you like a sack, your hips on his shoulder. You poke his butt and he playfully smacks yours, so you let out a scandalous gasp. He puts you down and opens the truck door for you.

“I thought you wanted me to drive?”

“I changed my mind.” Kita starts the engine and drives off the night market. A few minutes in the drive and Kita wonders why you’ve become quiet. He takes a glance at your and sees you leaning on the window, eyes shut close. “I knew you were as sleepy.”

Since there aren’t much cars travelling, the road feels empty. Kita drives quickly but safely to the night market you mentioned. He gently wakes you up, teasing you. “Wake up. You’re the one who invited me to get ice cream at 2AM and you dare sleep.”

You get out of the car and head to the ice cream store. Even without a lot of people around, you are still diligently following Kita’s ‘No PDA’ rule so you are walking at least 2 feet away from him. He reaches his hand out to hold yours but you don’t notice it as you are staring ahead. “Move closer,” he orders.

“Oh, okay,” you reply, taking a step closer to his body. He takes your hand in his, and puts it in his pocket. Your head whips to face him, surprised. He has his usual nonchalant face so you blush. He’s holding your hand in public and even went out with you even if it’s already late. It’s a first. Kita’s spoils you too much, and you don’t mind at all. To be spoiled by Kita Shinsuke is a dream come true for you.

You arrive at the dessert place and order the ice cream you have been craving. After ordering the ice cream, which turned out to be a tub, you run back to his truck, not wanting it to melt. Kita is walking in his usual pace and just watches you waddle your way back to the vehicle. He snaps a picture of you, and smiles at the image.

“She looks adorable,” he says to himself. The fact that you are wearing only pajama pats and his hoodie makes Kita feel even happier. As cheesy as it may sound, it reminds him that you are his, and he’s yours. He finally arrives at the truck and finds out that you’re already eating.

“You want some?” You offer as he leans towards you to put your seatbelt on for you. He shakes his head and kisses your cheek before starting the engine. You are so focused on eating that you don’t notice that he isn’t driving back to your house but to the farm.

When you feel the car stop, you look up and finally see that you aren’t in your house. “Why are we at the farm?”

“The sunrise looks pretty here,” he reasons and gets out of the car. You get out as well, and head to the back of the truck, the tub of ice cream still in your hand. Kita is taking something out of the back seat so you stare at the dark space as you enjoy the sweet dessert.

“Isn’t it too early to for sunrises?” You tell him, checking the time on your phone which reads 3:30 AM. Kita shuts the door close and goes to where you’re standing, blankets on hand.

“Then let’s stargaze until the sun shows up,” Kita answers, bopping your nose. You can’t help but smile. He may not seem like it, but Kita is very romantic. The amount of saccharide he’s giving you through is action is more than the ice cream you are eating.

After he sets up the blankets on the back of the truck, you both lie down and stare up at the night sky. Your head is on his chest, body curled close to his. One of his arms is wrapped around you, the other supporting the back of his head.

“Do you know any constellations?” You ask him.

“No,” he replies and you laugh, confusing him.

“Then why are we stargazing?”

“To watch the stars?” Kita answers unsurely. “Isn’t that what stargazing means? To gaze at the stars?”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you shrug and watch the twinkling stars. “You know, it’s my first time seeing stars shine brightly like this. In the city, they don’t show up because of the abundant amount of lights.”

“Is this a science fact?” Kita pokes fun at you so you hit his chest playfully in irritation.

“That’s basic knowledge. Stop making fun of me,” you pout and Kita chuckles, pulling your body closer to his. There is silence before you speak up again. “Thank you for showing me that stars actually light up the sky.”

Kita looks down to you and see your eyes fixated on the heavenly bodies. Your eyes twinkle more than all the stars combined and he can stare at them all night long. Cross that. He can stare at your eyes all day for the rest of his everydays. Your eyes are the most beautiful stars he has ever seen. The only stars he wants to gaze until he can’t see anymore.

Your mouth is the moon and the sun, and your voice the light they produce. They guide him throughout the day and night. Your lips the sunny day he loves. Your kisses the rainy days he’s thankful for. Without you around, he’d be lost. He wouldn’t know where to go, and what he’d do.

Your face is the blue skies he looks up to everyday. Your cheeks are the sunrise he kisses good morning. Your forehead the sunset he kisses good night. He loves the different colors of the skies, but he’s obsessed with your face. Maybe that’s why he sees your face in cloudy skies and empty horizons.

Kita had never believed that the heavens existed. His grandmother once told him that heaven is the happiest place on Earth. His mind changed when he met you. Anywhere he goes as long as you’re there, makes him feel bliss that he has never experience. Maybe heaven isn’t a place, but if it is, then you are his happiest place. His heaven.

“A shooting star! Make a wish!” You say excitedly, shutting your eyes close to make a wish. Kita smiles before doing the same thing. “I wish for a son.”

“If you say your wishes out loud, then they don’t come true,” Kita tells you, but smiles because of your wish. You two have been trying for a baby for a while now, so hearing that you really want one and even wishing for one, makes him feel at ease. You’re both on the same boat and hopefully, you arrive at your destination soon.

“That’s not true!” You sit up, folding your arms close to your chest. You glare at Kita, lips in a pout once again. “What’s your wish?”

‘You are my wish.’

“I told you already. If I tell you it won’t come true,” he explains and you huff. It’s childish, but he can’t afford to lose you. He won’t risk anything.

“That’s unfair,” you turn away from him. He pulls you back down and pins your body on bed floor while he hovers on top of you. “What are you doing?” You ask him as he starts kissing your neck, sucking and licking on your skin. “Shinsuke, someone might come.”

“No one will. It’s a Sunday and it’s 4AM,” he says to assure you, so you let him continue what he’s doing. You want this as much as he does so who are you to push him away?

He pulls the blanket over your bodies then his hands travel under your shirt. His cold fingertips burning your already hot skin. “Shinsuke, how about the sunrise?” You manage to ask.

“We’ll be done before that.” He pulls your shirt up, his hand cupping one of your breasts. He lips graze over your ear, nibbling on your lobe before he whispers to you. “Let’s make your wish come true.”

The stars at sky aren’t the only stars you’ll see.

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Facts:

Farmers were the first to use the constellations. In some areas the changing of seasons was so subtle that the farmers depended on the stars to know when it was time to plant and when the time was right to harvest.

The Greeks are responsible for naming the constellations. Names came from their mythological heroes and legends. (It’s always them)

You can only see about 2,000 stars on a very dark night with the naked eye. You need to be in a monless night and with less light pollution.

Most stars travel the galaxy in clusters. But not all stars do that; our Sun, for example, moves through the galaxy without a stellar companion.

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[tracybirds]

It’s not 2am I refuse to accept that lol.... what started with me projecting onto Brains because I am very anti-vacuum cleaner and loud sudden noises, morphed into listen to me Brains and Jeff are FRIENDS, they’re BEST FRIENDS, he asked him to live on the ISLAND with his family (Brains is family)

So this is Brains having a problem with loud noises and Jeff helping him out

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Brains shut the door firmly. He spent so much time in the depths of the volcano, underneath nearly three hundred metres of solid basalt, that he’d forgotten how loud the Tracy family really was. Forgotten their penchant for sudden bangs and explosive arguments when the mood took them.

He’d known them for years, first met Jeff and Lucille back before even Gordon was born. Without noticing, somehow his invitations to dinner and birthday parties grew and grew until he found himself folded into the line up as naturally as any other member. He might have once been surprised to find a place made for him on Tracy Island, his own opinions sought after and his wants and desires for his own space taken as seriously as anyone else’s, but upon reflection the transition had been the most seamless in his life.

He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

But right now, between shaking hands and chattering teeth, he’d rather be anywhere but here.

His study was a place rarely frequented. He much preferred the cavernous space of his workshop, where he could jump between theory and practice and the only sound was that of muttered calculations echoed back to him with his own voice. But with Jeff back (and wasn’t he thrilled to be working with his old friend again), dreaming up new ideas for the dozen, it only made sense to temporarily relocate back to the room next door.

He winced as a chair scraped overhead again. Indistinct conversation filtered down and he glanced over to check the windows were shut fast. How Jeff was working, totally oblivious, as beyond him. Every sound tore into Brains’ skin.

He rummaged through the drawers, searching for the headphones that would provide even a moment of relief.

Above him, the floor creaked ominously and he could hear Virgil and Gordon’s scattered laughter.

The villa suddenly seemed very small.

A gentle whirring grabbed his attention, and Brains looked up to see MAX in front of him, headphones in his grip.

“Thank you, mm-MAX,” he said with a tight smile and lowered them over his ears.

He could hear his echoing heartbeat, beating wildly and amplified by the full coverage of his ears, and he grimaced at the sound.

But a choice between the unexpected screeches from above and the steady sound of living was no contest.

Brains steadied his breath and stared blankly at the blueprints he was working on. He could hardly remember what they were for. Some kind of energy dampener?

He placed his glasses down on the desk and rubbed at his eyes. The thumping was only getting louder and faster and the headphones themselves were becoming a problem – the synthetic cushioning sticky and hot against his skin.

He could still hear the boys above.

His fingers fumbled with software, searching for something tolerable to drown out the sound. Music burst through to his eardrums and instinctively he ripped their source away, and the sounds of Tracy villa fell in on him at full force.

Gritted teeth, eyes squeezed tight, hands drilling his ears into his skull as though they could be removed, and all because of noise that couldn’t be helped and that he couldn’t ask to be stopped.

Not fair, he thought, not fair to them and certainly not fair to him.

***

Brains’ door was shut. That pulled Jeff up short, his hand hovering over the door knob as he frowned at it as though it had closed itself of its own accord. Brains’ door was never shut.

Jeff could still remember the gentle welcome he’d given his sons when they first met, answering all their questions about his lab and what exactly his job was. How he’d taken one look at Jeff, overwhelmed with the care of only three children while his pregnant wife rushed home to care for her dying mother and invited him and his overly-excited children home for tea. Even back in Tracy Industries, Jeff had been given unrestricted access to Brains’ office and he liked to think it wasn’t simply because Brains couldn’t say no to his boss.

He knew very well how incorrect that statement was.

Jeff reached out and knocked on the door.

There was no reply.

Faintly, Jeff could hear the faint beeps of MAX inside and that only puzzled him more. MAX never seemed to leave Brains’ side in one form or another, but neither did he sound distressed. He thought. Jeff was still learning how to tell the moods of a robot apart.

Another loud whoop echoed down the stairs and he glanced up, partially amused but mostly exasperated. With some time off, Scott and Gordon had taken it upon themselves to teach Alan poker and if there was anything that Scott and Gordon knew how to do quietly – well, it wasn’t poker.

From the sounds of things, Alan had hit a streak of beginner’s luck and Scott, still swearing above him, was on the losing end.

He laughed to himself and lightly pushed open the door, poking his head to try and spot his friend.

His smile dropped almost instantly.

“Brains? Are you alright?”

A redundant question, immediately answered without a word as Jeff took in the clenched jaw and involuntary gasps for air.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, reluctant to startle Brains further or make whatever this was worse by touching him. Because this was surely something new. Or something hidden and private that he had no intention of revealing to the rest of his raucous family.

A chair fell with a loud bang above them and Jeff jumped. Brains seemed to curl even further in on himself and as the squabbling grew louder and louder above them, Jeff realised what the problem was.

“Brains, I’ll be right back,” he promised, before striding upstairs, worry turning what had been exasperation into real anger.

“Boys,” he growled, his voice cutting through the argument. Three startled pairs of eyes met his, and Jeff tried to cool the white-hot fury into mere annoyance.

“Outside. Or your rooms, I don’t care which.”

Gordon scoffed at him.

“You can’t send us to our rooms.”

Jeff whirled on him, the fire stoked in his glare.

“On second thoughts,” said Gordon cheerfully, tugging Alan in front of him. “I was just gonna go for a swim. What do you say, Alan?”

Jeff watched the two race away and turned to face Scott, his arms crossed and scowling openly.

“What was that for?” he demanded. “We were just playing cards, what’s the big idea?”

“You’re just being too damn loud,” Jeff said with a grunt, turning towards the stairwell.

Then again, he reflected, it wasn’t entirely their fault. Clearly, whatever was going on downstairs wasn’t something they’d known to be aware of.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” muttered Scott. “If you say so.”

Jeff ignored him, already halfway down the stairs with his main objective cleared.

He slipped back into the room, pleased to see Brains’ breathing was much less erratic.

“Brains?”

“Mmm, y-yes Jeff?”

He stepped forward and laid a hesitant hand on Brains’ shoulder.

“You’re still shaking,” he said quietly. “What was that?”

“Nn-nothing.”

Jeff snorted.

“At least look me in the eye when you lie to me, Brains. Come on, I know you better than that.”

Brains pursed his lips together, still avoiding Jeff’s gaze, and it suddenly struck Jeff that his friend might not want to tell him about his problems.

Eight years was a long gap in friendship.

“It’s okay,” he said at last, as the silence stretched out into uncomfortable awkwardness. “You really don’t have to say. I’ve just never seen you like that before.”

“Yes, you have.”

Jeff looked at him in surprise, unsure of the conviction in Brains’ eyes.

“Then I don’t remember,” he admitted slowly, casting his mind over fragile, faded memory.

“Help m-me over to that sss-sofa.”

Jeff followed his directions without protest, still watching him carefully until Brains was lying down on the sofa with a sigh.

He reached out and handed over the blue frames instinctively and pulled up a chair as Brains peered at him through them.

“Adrenaline crash,” he said, by way of explanation and gesturing at himself. Sss-sorry Jeff, it g-got a little out of hand.”

“What is ‘it’?”

Brains waved a dismissive hand.

“I hope you didn’t g-go up and yell at the b-boys,” he said. “It’s really not their ff-fault. I just have a hard time with too mm, m-much noise, or the wrongs kinds nowadays.”

“Why?” asked Jeff, trying not to feel too guilty over having done just that.

Brains smiled tiredly.

“T-t-turns out, it’s really rather traumatising to watch your ff-friend explode on a live-feed in f-front of you.”

Chills raced over Jeff’s skin, all seeming to find entry into his heart. His breath caught in his throat and he found it was his turn to be bent over with his friend’s guiding hand on his back.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “Worse for you than it was for me.”

“Yes, you’re right Jeff,” said Brains drily. “There are no lasting effects from the mm-moment that ripped your f-family from you and f-forced you to survive in the m-most hostile environment with no hope of return. Mm-my m-mistake.”

Jeff laughed weakly.

“You got me there,” he admitted, rubbing his chest to try ease some of the tension. “But at least we’re not alone on this one. I’ll tell the boys to check neither of us are working before they play anymore poker.”

“And next time, they could ask us to join,” said Brains with a grin. “I don’t think they know what a g-good team we m-made.”

“Good cheats, you mean.”

“Well, of course, what’s the difference?”

Jeff laughed, thumping on his shoulder.

“Get some rest, Brains. Strategise later.”