#Glass Pet Doors Adelaide

[adelaideglaziers]

Navigating Glass Repair, Replacement, Pet Doors, and Glazing Services in Adelaide

Adelaide, a city known for its unique blend of historic charm and modern sophistication, showcases a thriving community that values the aesthetics and functionality of glass in architectural design. In this article, we delve into the world of glass repair and replacement, explore the nuances of glass pet doors, and shed light on the essential role of glazing services in Adelaide.

Glass Repair and Replacement Adelaide: Preserving Clarity and Safety

Adelaide's architectural diversity includes a significant use of glass, from elegant windows to expansive glass facades. However, wear and tear, accidents, or harsh weather conditions can necessitate the repair or replacement of glass elements. In response to this demand, specialized glass repair and replacement services have emerged in Adelaide, offering prompt and efficient solutions.

Companies like Adelaide Glass Guys and Instant Glass Repairs have become trusted names in the industry, providing expertise in repairing chips, cracks, and broken glass promptly. Additionally, these services often extend to complete glass replacement, ensuring that Adelaide's homes and businesses maintain both aesthetic appeal and structural integrity.

Glass Repair Adelaide: Tailored Solutions for Every Need

Adelaide's residents benefit from a range of specialized glass repair services that cater to various needs. Whether it's a small crack in a decorative glass piece or a shattered window requiring immediate attention, glass repair specialists in Adelaide are equipped to handle a spectrum of issues.

These professionals use advanced techniques and high-quality materials to seamlessly restore glass to its original condition. The focus on precision and attention to detail ensures that the repaired glass not only regains its clarity but also meets safety standards, providing peace of mind for homeowners and businesses alike.

Glass Pet Door Adelaide: Merging Convenience with Pet-Friendly Living

Adelaide's love for pets has spurred a demand for innovative solutions, including glass pet doors. Recognizing the importance of allowing pets easy access to outdoor spaces, companies in Adelaide now offer specialized glass pet door installation services.

These installations seamlessly integrate with existing glass doors or windows, providing a convenient and aesthetically pleasing solution for pet owners. Adelaide's glass pet doors are designed with durability and security in mind, ensuring that the structural integrity of the glass is maintained while offering pets the freedom to move between indoor and outdoor spaces.

Glazing Services Adelaide: Crafting Transparency and Insulation

The role of glazing in enhancing energy efficiency and aesthetic appeal cannot be overstated. Glazing services in Adelaide encompass a wide range of applications, from double-glazed windows that provide insulation to decorative glass that adds character to homes and commercial spaces.

Companies like Adelaide Glass Design specialize in custom glazing solutions, offering tailored designs that meet the specific requirements of clients. Whether it's enhancing thermal performance or creating unique decorative elements, glazing services in Adelaide contribute significantly to the city's architectural diversity and energy efficiency goals.

Conclusion:

Adelaide's reliance on glass in architectural design has given rise to a specialized industry catering to repair, replacement, pet-friendly solutions, and innovative glazing services. The city's residents benefit from a wealth of expertise, ensuring that glass elements in homes and businesses not only remain functional and safe but also contribute to the overall aesthetic appeal of this vibrant and dynamic city. As Adelaide continues to evolve, so does the glass industry, offering cutting-edge solutions that seamlessly blend clarity, convenience, and creativity.

[inkluvs]

stay for dinner

okay i wrote this a whilee back and it's one of my only poly!marauders fics and i thought it was about time i posted it <3 oh yeah i think @maddipoof proofed it <3 (tw) single mom! reader ; pet names ; uhh a slight fear of judgement ; (1k)

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“Don’t you think this is an invasion of privacy?” said Remus, always the voice of reason among the three. Sirius seemed to contemplate the statement while James, quick to justify their actions, shook his head immediately. “S’not like we’re doing anything wrong right? We’re just checking if she’s okay,” James replied and Sirius nodded along. The next few minutes were spent in silence until they pulled into your driveway. 

Remus was the first to unlock the car door, ducking his head so it wouldn’t hit the roof before he stood out. Sirius got out right behind him, tugging on Remus’s sleeve to pull himself up. Remus stumbles back a little, not expecting to have to support Sirius’s weight for a few moments. The two boys turned back to look at James, still sitting in the driver's seat. 

“James,” said Remus, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“You having second thoughts?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“What happened to what you said earlier?” James opened his mouth and shut it as he thought about what he could say to explain his thought process. 

“What if she doesn’t want us here?”

“Then she’ll tell us, now come on,” Sirius says as he pulls James up and towards the door. Remus pressed his thumb against the doorbell and rapped the door when it didn’t ring. They could hear the pitter-patter of small feet against hardwood. The steps stopped abruptly, the recognizable lilt of your voice as you hushed them. The door opened and you looked up from the toddler you were holding, your eyes widening for a moment before you suppress your shock.

“Hi baby,” Remus said softly, not quite sure how loud he could afford to be around the baby.

“Hey,” you heard a cooing from further inside, ”sorry for not answering your calls earlier today, I just checked my messages.”

“Don’t be sorry dove, we were just worried for you that’s all,” you nodded and stared for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say. Sirius smiled slightly at the sight of the toddler chewing on your shoulder.

“What’s her name?” he said, nodding towards the child in your arms. 

“Adelaide but I call her Addie” you reply

“Is she your niece?” Sirius asked. Remus slapped his arm, reminding him not to be that direct with his questions. Sirius winced but looked back at you.

“No she’s mine,” you said, flicking your eyes to each of theirs to gauge their reactions. James clears his throat, having been silent for the past few minutes.

“Can I hold her?” your eyes snapped to him as you tried to guess whether he was serious or not.

“Really? No other questions?” He shook his head slightly confused. You handed her over to him and James stared at her, adoration prominent in his gaze.

“She’s gorgeous” he breathed, as if she was glass and he was scared of breaking her. 

“Thanks, she realized that a while ago,” your tone half-joking, “you wanna come in? It’s freezing out.” James nodded slightly, still entranced by the child in his arms, while Remus and Sirius both said yes and stepped inside. The scraping of chairs against wood was audible as you shut the door. Three small bodies came running towards you, two attaching themselves to your legs and the other jumping into your arms. 

“Ma, who’s that?” the oldest, Dawn, said, pointing towards the boys. You thought about it for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say to them.

“They’re my friends, baby,” you said, not clear on whether to explain further. She turned away and pulled her arms from around your legs to go closer to them. She seemed to be enamored by Sirius, something about the boy catching her eye. Perhaps it was the glint of his rings, the girl had always had an affinity for all things shiny. Either way, Dawn walked towards Sirius, lifting her arms as if asking him to pick her up. Sirius looked to you for your approval before picking her up. She seemed to have some sort of attraction to the boy's hair, grabbing at it and tugging lightly. Sirius laughed it off though, chalking it up to childlike wonder. 

Alec, the next oldest, walked towards Remus, the pale white scars running across his face seemed to intrigue him. Remus seemed confused at first, not knowing exactly how to react to the boy tugging at his hand. He crouched after a few moments, listening to the boy’s chatter and nodding along with a smile on his face. Your youngest,  seemed perfectly content in your arms, little hands already gripping your shirt as he pressed his face into your neck. 

James was still holding Addie, but now he was sitting on your couch with her on his lap. He seemed to be having an animated conversation with her, about what you couldn’t possibly tell, the girl's interests changed hourly. James seemed to be entertaining her though, the smile on his face evident as his eyes snapped towards yours for a moment before they returned to where they were. You walked towards them and sat beside James on the couch. It seemed almost right seeing them like this, as if this was the way it should’ve been from the start.

Dawn started squirming in Sirius’s arms, her palms that were previously placed around his neck now pushing herself away from his chest. Sirius set her down gently after he realized she wanted to be put down. So Dawn came tumbling towards you with the same amount of grace in her step as a newborn baby deer and she tugged at your arm. You crouched to meet her eye level and she whispered something into your ear, looking back and forth between you and the boys.

“You’ll have to ask them hon,” at that, their eyes snapped to yours, waiting for Dawn to ask them something. She went back to Sirius and stared up at him, lifting her arms so he’d pick her up and whispered, “can all of you stay for dinner?” It was obvious she was trying to be quiet, but whispering quietly had never been one of her strong suits, so the other boys, as well as Alec and Addie, just waited for Sirius to answer for all three of them. 

“We’ll stay if you want us to, doll, it’s up to you,” said Sirius, turning the conversation back to you. You thought about it for a moment, contemplating your answer, before nodding slowly.

[tveitertotwrites]

Adelaide's Birthday

Series: Open Heart Paring: Tobias Carrick x F!OC (Adelaide Barnes) Word Count: 1236 Summary: It's Adelaide's birthday A/n: Yes today was Adelaide's birthday and I did forget about it until this week and I didn't have any time to write until today so it's most likely very bad as I wrote it in two hours without checking it for errors. Anyways, enjoy.

Both Tobias and Adelaide always slept in whenever they could, which means that they usually woke up together each morning. So when Adelaide woke up to the other side of the bed empty, she knew something was up. She quickly threw on one of Tobias’ long sleeve dress shirts and went to go find him. 

Waiting outside the door of the bedroom was Luna. She was laying down and wagging her tail as she waited for Adelaide to come out of the bedroom. When she opened the door, Luna perked up and started painting, waiting to be pet, which made Adelaide laugh.

“What? Do you want some scratches?” Adelaide said in a higher pitched voice.

She knelt down to pet Luna for a few minutes before standing back up to go find Tobias, Luna following right behind her. She decided to go into the kitchen to find him first and was right as Tobias was over at the stove flipping different foods in multiple pans. 

She stood at the entrance of the kitchen and cleared her throat, which made Tobias turn to face her. The two of them smiled and Tobias turned towards her with his arms out. Adelaide quickly walked towards him and they wrapped their arms around each other before he lifted her off of the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. She then took her hands and placed them on the sides of Tobias’ face and kissed him hard, making Luna bark.

“Good morning.” Tobias said.

“Good morning. Whatcha doing?”

“Well I am trying to make the birthday girl breakfast.”

“Well don’t let me stop you.” Adelaide said as she got down and went to get a glass of water before sitting down at the island watching Tobias finish making breakfast.

Once he was done, Tobias plated food for the both of them and brought it over to Adelaide. The two of them smiled at each other before leaning in for a kiss. Tobias brought his hand under her chin and deepened the kiss before breaking away and turning towards the food to eat.

A little while after everything from breakfast was cleaned up, Adelaide and Tobias cuddled on the couch and watched tv. Tobias had a hand in her hair, twirling it around in his fingers. Both of them were very comfortable on the couch when there was a knock at the door. Both of them sat up and Adelaide went to open the door.

“Surprise.” Both Claire and Ethan said, holding up some bags in their hands.

“Hi! What are you guys doing here?”

Claire tilted her head and gave Adelaide a playful glare. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t be with you on your birthday?”

The two of them hugged before Adelaide hugged Ethan and Tobias hugged Claire. Then both Claire and Adelaide looked at the two men, who both huffed and then hugged each other, while the two women laughed. 

“Anyways. We have a surprise for you!” Claire said.

Claire handed Adelaide one of the bags in her hand before setting the other bags down next to them. She looked inside to see a green shirt and skirt, as well as high heeled boots with a bunch of silver and multiple shades of green gems on them. She then looked up and saw Claire holding an envelope, which she took and opened to see four tickets to see Six: The Musical on Broadway. 

“Wait really?” Adelaide said smiling.

“Yeah. We figured it would be something special for your birthday.” Ethan chimed in.

“Well thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but since it’s for tonight we should get going. We also booked hotels for the weekend so we should check in and get ready before we have to be there.” Claire said, handing the other bag she had been holding to Tobias.

“That’s why you were packing our bags.” Adelaide said to Tobias who just smiled.

The four of them made their way down to NYC in their separate cars. Both Adelaide and Claire had started doing their makeup on the ride there. Both couples then checked into their hotel rooms and finished getting ready. Adelaide was doing some finishing touches when Tobias came out of the bathroom, dressed in a teal shirt and black jeans that had some teal detailing, as well as black boots that had silver and different shades of teal gems on them. 

“Ooh. I see someone is supposed to be a teal alternate.” Adelaide said, turning towards Tobias as she finished fixing her space buns. 

“Yeah, I figured that this was the best one other than orange.”

“Well I love it” 

The two of them shared a quick kiss before making their way down to the lobby. When the elevator opened, they were greeted by Claire who was wearing a dark blue shirt and pants and wearing the same boots as Adelaide but the green jewels were switched for blue, as well as Ethan who was dressed very similarly to Tobias but he was wearing orange instead of teal. 

“Ooh, I like both the Catherine Parr and Orange Alternate looks.”

“Thank you. I tried to get Ethan to wear either the Pink alternate colors or the Katherine Howard colors but he refused.” Claire said before turning to Ethan.

“Hey, I was willing to do this but I cross the line at wearing pink.”

“That’s fine with me. I’m just so excited to see the show.

“You’ve seen it about 20 times already.” Tobias said.

“Yeah but each time is different like when different people are on or it’s a special show like someone’s final show or it’s close to the holidays.”

The four of them continued to chat in the lobby before heading over to the theater and getting their seats, which were in the first row.

“See another new thing. I haven’t sat in the first row before.” Adelaide said to Tobias, who just rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Yes dear.”

It wasn’t long before the show had started and the four of them had fun. During the megasix both actors playing Catherine of Aragon and Jane Seymour had pointed their mics towards Adelaide and motioned for her to sing the parts. After the show was over she got signatures and photos with the cast, who all wished her a happy birthday. 

Once she was done, the four of them headed back to the hotel and Adelaide and Tobias said goodnight to Claire and Ethan before heading to their hotel room. Once they were inside, Adelaide immediately went to take off her shoes and take down her hair. 

“Sweet Relief.”

Tobias had laughed at what Adelaide had said and went to help Adelaide with her hair and her makeup before getting ready for bed himself. Once the two of them were ready, they climbed into bed and turned off the lights.

“So did you like what we had planned for today.”

“I did but when did you plan all of this?”

“I did it when I was on break. I also had some help from friends from high school when it comes to the outfits but I had Ethan and Claire hold onto them so you couldn’t accidentally find them.”

“Oh. Well thank you. I loved it.”

“Your welcome angel.”

The two of them shared a kiss before settling into bed. The two of them fell asleep quickly as their tiredness overcame them.

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[nctquiteshakespeare]

duchess bonfamille is a 43 year old human based on duchess from the aristocats. she is a vocal coach with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: duchess bonfamille

date of birth: september 24th, 1980

hometown: to be added

zodic: libra sun, aries moon, virgo rising

sexuality: hetero (as far as she knows)

education: college graduate

occupation: vocal coach

height: 5'1

hair: blonde

eye color: blue

tattoos/piercings: earlobes

markings: dimples when she smiles

mother: adelaide bonfamille (adopted)

father: unknown

siblings: n/a

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: classy, compassionate, protective, kind, secure

negative traits: stern, stubborn, overbearing, reserved, excessive

fears: losing her mother, failing her children

likes: white wine, cheese and grapes, cleanliness, expensive perfume, art, music, dancing, singing, everything paris, jewelry

dislikes: her house being dirty, crass language, her children hurting, fighting, being doubted, being away from her mother, an empty nest

hobbies: playing piano, singing, caring for her plants, cleaning, shopping

aesthetics: pearl necklaces on a spotless dresser, lipstick stains on wine glasses, a claw tub overflowing with bubbles, golden edged mirrors, humming to succulents, pristine white sheets, a wedding ring stashed in the bottom drawer, dangling earrings, long blonde locks without a hair out of place, the first glimpse of sunlight slipping through the window, an elegant breakfast spread, photobooks of memories, that lonely dull ache in your chest that refuses to go away, silent crying behind closed doors

HEADCANONS.

duchess is someone that tries very hard to seem put together when, in reality, she only feels like she is falling apart.

though she holds her head high, duchess often feels like she failed as a mother, a wife and a daughter. despite knowing there was nothing she could do to get back to her own mother, she misses her deeply. she is the only family she's ever known outside of her kids, never caring to reach out to her birth parents as she had everything she needed in ms. bonfamille and now, after so many years of having her in her corner, rooting her on, she feels almost completely... lost without her. she knows who she is, but does find herself doubting it from time to time.

she loves the idea of falling in love, especially now that marie, berlioz and toulouse have their own lives she's not nearly as involved in, but the idea of love is a little frightening. after her only real relationship fell apart, she's not sure she could put herself through that again. though she knows she is a beautiful woman, her lack of suitors does make her question it - maybe she is just meant to stay single?

her children are her pride and joy and she would do anything for them. she would lay her life on the line. she knows that there were times she coddled them too much, and others that she was too strict, trying to mold them into the perfect versions of themselves they could be... but all she ever wanted was for them to be happy. now that they're out of the nest, now that they're getting through life without her protection, she looks at everything they seem to struggle with and wonders where she went wrong, what she could have done to build their walls a little taller... and what more she can do now, than love them.

she is fluent in french, of course, and truly believes it is the language of love. she enjoys slipping random phrases into her sentences, even if the people around her simply do not understand what she's saying.

mother to everyone that will let her mother them. she will take everyone under her wing, no matter their age.

breakfast is duchess' favorite meal of the day! but brunch is a close second.

she very much has a taste for the finer things in life, it was simply the way she was raised.

while she doesn't miss her ex-husband anymore and knows that their lives were much better off without him, sometimes she still regrets not trying harder, begging him to stay, if only so her children would have their father.

she has a green thumb and cares about her many plants as if they're her own little pets. now that her children don't seem to need her as much anymore, and she isn't able to take care of her mother, she has to have something to look after. otherwise, after so long of doing it, she would just be... lost.

she also grows her own spices - thyme, oregano, basil, and uses them in nearly every meal that she makes.

she is a nervous cleaner. when she starts feeling anxious, out come the soap and sponges. she'll sweep, dust, mop, reorganize everything from the cabinets down to the bottoms of the walls. as if her place doesn't remain practically spotless at all times anyway.

seldom do swear words pass through her lips. she doesn't believe in using crude language.

while she isn't much of a drinker, she absolutely indulges in wine from time to time. it's the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day: a nice, hot bubble bath with a romance novel and a tall glass of whichever white wine is calling out to her tastebuds at the time... though merlot will do if it must.

a small plate of grapes, dark chocolate and cheese cubes is her favorite snack.

pearls are her favorite accessory, and gold over silver jewelry.

a morning person through and through, duchess is usually wide-eyed and bushy tailed by six am but she cannot seem to sleep past eight even if she tries, no matter how late she was up the night before.

[the-wales-5]

Valentine's Day 2023

***

13th February 2023.

"I hope you don't have any crazy plans for tomorrow," Catherine murmured minutes before falling asleep. William smiled and continued petting her hair. Indeed, there were no plans for Valentine's Day. The last time they celebrated it was probably before their wedding. With marriage came other days to celebrate their love. Hence, there were no special days for them in the calendar except for wedding anniversaries and birthdays within the family.

14th February 2023.

Catherine woke up with the smell of omelette coming from the kitchen. First, she thought that her husband made a mess while preparing breakfast so she decided to come to the kitchen to check. On the way there her mind began to 'work' after sleep and she realised William was actually very good at making breakfast. She felt quite ashamed of herself as she entered the kitchen and saw her children and husband putting plates and glasses on the table.

"Good morning" she quietly said and yawned

"Good morning, mummy. Happy Valentine’s Day" Louis said and kissed her on the cheek

"Thank you, my little man" Catherine lovingly smiled and kissed Louis too. Then she hugged her older kids and Orla. William was looking at them with a smile while making sure that the omelettes would not burn. He served breakfast to his wife with a short "good morning" kiss when their kids were not looking. Catherine tried not to blush as she began to eat the omelette. He still managed to make her feel like a shy teenage girl with a simple kiss..

Because the kids were on the school mid term break, The Prince and Princess of Wales had no time only for themselves for the majority of the day. In the late afternoon while Catherine was doing some drawings with them, her husband sneaked out of the house. Charlotte was first to notice his absence as she asked "Where's papa?"

"I don't know, Lottie. I'll go and find him" Catherine murmured and began to check all the rooms in Adelaide cottage and then left for the garden too. She had in mind that it was Valentine's day, and also remembered that he liked to surprise her. However, a fear crept her mind nonetheless. Although they were not celebrating February 14 as something 'special' she thought that William perhaps wanted to spend time with her, got disappointed that they were not even talking through the day and left. She didn't really know why but those "stupid" thoughts were stuck in her mind.

*

He returned home half an hour later and went to his office for a moment. Then, as if nothing happened came back to the living room where Louis and Charlotte greeted him.

"Where's mummy and George?"

"They are looking for you, papa. Where have you been? Mummy was worried"

"Where is she now?" William asked and now he was the one searching for his wife

She was sitting on George's bed in his room and he was holding her hand. The princess was about to call on the number of her husband's private secretary. Fear mixed with the anger of some kind filled her mind.

"Kate.." William said as he stepped into George's room and it was a subtle signal for his son to let them stay alone.

"Where have you been?" She asked without looking at him even after he sat down

"It's.. It was to make a small surprise for you"

"We talked about it.. I don't celebrate-.."

"I know" William put his hand over hers "We do not specially celebrate Valentine's Day"

"Exactly, so why did you.." Catherine was about to ask another question when William silenced her with a kiss and then took her hand and led her towards his office.

She was looking at him with narrowed eyes as he closed the door.

"What the hell are you doing, William Wales?"

He said nothing as he handed her a box wrapped in pink paper and a bouquet of pink tulips.

"I know it is not your favourite hyacinth, but it is not available yet, so I hope this is okay"

Catherine stared at him, still with signs of anger and confusion but soon she proceeded to open the box. Inside, she found nothing else but an envelope.

"How many things am I supposed to find today yet?" She sighed. William didn't reply and watched her as she opened the blue envelope. There, she found a picture of them which was taken in 2002. Both of them with silly facial expressions, taken by Fergus, their university friend and roommate. On the back it was written "Middleton & Wales. Two silly but amazing people. F". Catherine sweetly giggled as she saw it.

Memories from St Salvador's Hall and Hope Street filled her mind and replaced irritation with nostalgia. William stared at her with adoration in his eyes for a few seconds, in absolute silence.

"Where did you find this? I thought I kept every single picture" she finally said, sitting down on a chair in front of her husband's desk. He could tell she was still in disbelief.

"Well.. I kept this one" he replied as they both were holding a piece of paper capturing a 20 year old moment.

After a few seconds of silence, Catherine resumed their conversation: "So, Fergus gave it to you at some point?"

"No, it was mine all along. He just had written that description back in 2005, right before our graduation" William replied "Now, it's yours"

Catherine smiled and kissed her husband on the cheek "Thanks for this gift. Oh, and sorry for feeling angry earlier"

"Do not worry, Miss Middleton" William put a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled.

"I hope you do not consider it as a Valentine's gift though" Catherine added then

"No" William shook head "It's just something that reminds me of our courtship. Hold on.. Were we already courting here or not yet?" He asked, Catherine mouthed "I don't know" and they both burst into laughter before looking into each other's eyes.

"We shall go back to the children" William murmured but it was quickly followed by him kissing his wife on the lips, then her neck..

"Stop it.." Kate whispered, trying to catch her breath "We must go back to the living room".

William looked at her and his face turned red as he said "I just remembered our university days and-.."

"Who said that you cannot remember it again later this evening and at night?" His wife smirked.

"I thought that you do not celebrate Valentine's Day" he teased her and kissed on the lips once more.

*

When William was putting the children to sleep, Catherine was already in their bedroom, waiting for their lovable night. At one point, she looked at her and William's 'old' picture again before putting it among others in the "uni" section in a family photo album.

Valentine's Day or not, he always knew how to surprise and make her feel the happiest in the best way possible.

***

~ The end ♡

[dogdooraustralia]

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[recorddoorsblog]

Why Sliding Doors Are the Smart Choice for Families with Pets

Being a pet parent means embracing a bit of chaos. Your furry friends are bursting with energy, and their playful antics can transform your home into a lively playground. But what if I told you that one home feature could simplify your life? Enter the Residential Sliding Doors in Adelaide! Both practical and stylish, Residential Sliding Doors in Adelaide aren't just a trend - they're a game-changer for families with pets. Here's why these doors are the perfect choice for a pet-friendly household

Easy Access for Your Furry Friends

Picture this: it's a sunny afternoon, and your dog eagerly wags its tail at the back door, ready to explore the outdoors. With traditional swinging doors, you often have to stop what you're doing to let your pet in and out. But with Residential Sliding Doors in Adelaide, your pets can enjoy the freedom they crave! These doors glide open effortlessly, allowing your pets to come and go as they please. You won't have to awkwardly maneuver around a swinging door while holding a laundry basket!

Enhanced Safety Features

Safety is a top priority for pet owners. Many Residential Sliding Doors have advanced locking mechanisms and safety features to keep your furry pals indoors. You can enjoy peace of mind knowing that your pets are safe while you're busy with daily tasks. Some sliding doors are also made with tempered glass, which is more robust and less likely to break. This means fewer worries about accidents or unexpected escapes!

A Seamless Connection to the Outdoors

Sliding doors create a beautiful flow between your indoor and outdoor spaces. They not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of your home but also let in natural light, making your living area feel warm and inviting. This seamless connection is especially beneficial for pets who love basking in the sun or enjoying fresh air. With Residential Sliding Doors in Adelaide, you can create a pet-friendly oasis where your furry friends can lounge and play to their hearts' content.

Space-Saving Design

Space is often at a premium in a home bustling with playful pets. Traditional doors can occupy valuable space, limiting furniture placement and decor options. Sliding doors, on the other hand, glide along a track and don't require extra clearance to swing open. This space-saving design maximises your floor area, allowing you to create a more functional and stylish living environment for you and your pets.

Easy to Clean and Maintain

Let's be honest: pets can be messy! Keeping your home clean can be never-ending, from muddy paw prints to the occasional fur tumbleweed. Fortunately, Residential Sliding Doors Adelaide is designed for easy maintenance. Most sliding doors feature smooth surfaces that are simple to wipe down, making clean-up a breeze. Many models also come with removable screens to keep bugs out while letting in fresh air - perfect for those warm summer days when your pets love to lounge outside.

Increased Property Value

Investing in Residential Sliding Doors isn't just a smart move for your family; it's also a savvy financial decision. Sliding doors are an attractive feature that can enhance your home's value. When it's time to sell, potential buyers will appreciate these doors' modern look and functionality, especially in pet-friendly households.

Conclusion

In conclusion, choosing highest quality sliding doors in Sydney is a decision you won't regret if you're a family with pets. From providing easy access for your furry friends to enhancing safety and convenience, these doors are the ultimate solution for creating a pet-friendly home. They offer practicality and add a touch of elegance to your living space. So, why not embrace the sliding door revolution? Your pets will thank you, and you'll enjoy the newfound ease in your daily routine!

[stanbondsecurity]

Where in Adelaide are security doors installed?

In the picturesque city of Adelaide, security doors have become an essential addition to homes, blending protection with style. These robust doors aren't limited to a single location – they can be strategically installed in various areas to provide comprehensive security and peace of mind. Let's explore the key places where security doors are commonly installed in Adelaide.

Main Entry Points:

The most common location for security doors is at the main entrance. Whether it's the front door or the back door, installing a security door at these points adds an extra layer of protection against unauthorized access and break-ins.

Patio Entrances:

Adelaide's pleasant climate makes outdoor spaces a popular spot for relaxation. Security doors installed at patio entrances not only allow you to enjoy the fresh air but also keep your indoor spaces secure.

Sliding Doors:

 Sliding glass doors are a common feature in many homes, offering panoramic views. However, they can also be vulnerable points of entry. Security doors designed for sliding doors provide added security without compromising the view.

Balcony Access:

If you have balconies, especially those on higher floors, installing security doors ensures that these spaces remain safe and secure, preventing accidental falls and intrusions.

French Doors:

The elegant charm of French doors can be enhanced with the addition of security doors. These doors maintain the aesthetic appeal while offering protection and peace of mind.

Carport Entrances:

Don't overlook the security of your vehicle. Security doors can also be installed at carport entrances to prevent unauthorized access to your car or garage.

Laundry and Utility Rooms:

Some homes have access to the outside through laundry or utility rooms. Installing security doors here ensures that these functional spaces remain secure and provide an additional point of entry.

Pool Enclosures:

For homes with pools, security doors are often installed to enclose the pool area. This not only adds safety for children and pets but also enhances security for your property.

From the main entrance to patio doors, in Adelaide, security doors find their place in various locations across homes. Their versatility and effectiveness make them a popular choice for homeowners looking to enhance both security and aesthetics. Whether you're aiming to safeguard your family or boost the value of your property, installing security doors in Adelaide ensures that you're making a practical investment in the safety of your home.

[showerscreensadelaide-blog]

5 Signs You Need Professional Glass Replacement

Though glass has a longer shelf life and lasts for years, sometimes it experiences some problems that lead to glass replacement service.

Whenever there is an issue with the glass doors or windows, it needs to be repaired as soon as possible. If not, then later, it can result in shattered glass, which is dangerous for your kids and pets.

Sometimes people try to provide a temporary safe solution to stop it before it gets worse. But ask yourself, is it safe to do so?

Glass Replacement Service in Adelaide needs professional solutions if you want to make it secure and look graceful.

Here are five signs that indicate the time to get a professional glass replacement service

Cracked Or Broken Glass

Cracked or broken glass is one of the noticeable and major issues that need urgent solutions. This requires experienced Glass Replacement Adelaide that can provide the best solutions.

As it is visible, therefore, it could lead to a more serious problem that affects your security, comfort, and energy efficiency. If you notice minor cracks in a glass, then sudden changes in temperature can make the cracks grow even more.

When the crack is visible, it’s good to get a professional glass replacement.

Notice Water Damage

One of the scariest experiences is to see water entering through broken glass doors.

The water entering inside will bring a lot of damage to the carpets and floor.

If it remains untreated, then you’ll see the growth of mould on the corners of the floors. The other damage that it can do:

Building dark brown spots

Ruining the wooden floor

Damaging furniture & more

As soon as you notice water damage inside your house, reach out to a glass replacement service as soon as possible.

Foggy Glass

Sometimes due to weather, the glass doors and windows can get foggy. It is completely normal, but if you notice that the fog isn’t going away, this can be a sign of a big issue.

When moisture becomes trapped between two panes of glass, it can lead to an escalation of damage.

In this, it becomes vital to replace the Glass Adelaide so that it doesn’t lead to more expensive damage.

Old Appearance Of The Interior

Most people consider replacing their glass doors and windows simply to enhance the appearance of their homes.

This is in trend and never changed over time. If your glass doors and windows have become discoloured and don’t carry the same shine, it is preferred to replace them to get a modern look back.

Replacing Glass Adelaide by professionals provides your property with the makeover it needs.

Glass Is Blocking The Outside View

Things such as ‘tiny’ discolouration, cracks, or chipped glass block your view.

If this is really stopping you from enjoying seeing the beautiful view, then you need to get the glass replacement service.

With glass replacement, you can enhance the look of the area with shiny glass doors and windows.

Conclusion

If you notice any of the above signs, you need to go for a professional glass door replacement service.

Take action fast before it worsens the situation. For this reason, it is better to trust professional glass replacement Adelaide solutions to get the most cost-effective and assured results in less time.  

Source:https://qglassglazing.blogspot.com/2022/12/5-signs-you-need-professional-glass.html

[lindsayrps]

indigo armstrong development

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: indigo ash armstrong NICKNAME(S): if any, it's probably indy, but he doesn't particularly like the indiana jones jokes that happen, so. PREFERRED NAME(S): indigo BIRTH DATE: february 8, 1935 AGE: physically 30; actually 87 GENDER: cisgender male PRONOUNS: he/him ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: flexible. NATIONALITY: legally questionable—american by birth, but kind of nebulous since. ETHNICITY: white CURRENT LOCATION: vancouver, bc. LIVING SITUATION: an apartment in an older building. shitty water pressure and bathtub but it's fine, he's more of a shower guy and there's a lot of charm about the place that he loves.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: seattle, wa HOMETOWN: seattle, wa PLACES LIVED: seattle, vancouver. was probably transient in the 70s/80s for a bit whenever things were off with eliza but never really called one place home as long as those two. SOCIAL CLASS: middle EDUCATION LEVEL: high school and some amount of post secondary after that but nothing super official bc obviously it'd be sketch FATHER: joseph armstrong, deceased MOTHER: adelaide armstrong, deceased SIBLING(S): willow armstrong, juniper armstrong BIRTH ORDER: oldest CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): there's a cat that hangs out in his building that he definitely does Not feed on occasion at all OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: n/a PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: eliza campbell on and off since forever ARRESTS: n/a PRISON TIME?: n/a

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: tbd when my brain isn't half asleep SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: n/a TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: n/a CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THEREOF): it's more of a pass the time sort of thing. he doesn't want to get too attached because he knows that, eventually, he'll have to move on and find something new so no one starts questioning/getting suspicious about why he doesn't age PAST JOB(S): in the alive times, by god he was not an office job person so probably relied more on door to door stuff. post alive stuff was again still more transient than permanent but moreso for necessity than anything else SPENDING HABITS: most of the fun money he's got is spent on books MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: truly not a terribly material person so not a lot but probably some first editions kicking around that most people would kill for

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: pretty good, though i mean it's not like he's lifting cars off babies and whatnot. SPEED: meh. not slow but not super fast. kinda normal. INTELLIGENCE: average but he's a voracious reader with a zillion books he's read many many times ACCURACY: average AGILITY: average STAMINA: slightly above average TEAMWORK: look, he'll work on a team if he has to but he prefers doing things by himself TALENTS: SHORTCOMINGS: LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, smatterings of others but nothing terribly fluent. enough to get by. DRIVE?: yes JUMP START A CAR?: yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes but god he would prefer not to RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: yes, guitar PLAY CHESS?: yes BRAID HAIR?: he had two younger sisters, so yes TIE A TIE?: yes PICK A LOCK?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: austin butler EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: dirty blonde, normally. he's gone through phases with different hair colours since becoming immortal but always goes back to blonde HAIR TYPE/STYLE: generally short, coiffed up in an easy sort of way. had longer hair at one point and usually kept it pulled back in a man bun if not loose GLASSES/CONTACTS?: no on both counts DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: six feet BUILD: average EXERCISE HABITS: he would really prefer not to SKIN TONE: even, a few freckles and marks here and there TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: none MARKS/SCARS: none NOTABLE FEATURES: his mouth and eyes USUAL EXPRESSION: kinda smouldery and RBF but normal for the most part CLOTHING STYLE: a steady stream of jeans and white tshirts, boots. dark blazers if he needs to dress fancier, can do some nice pants, button ups. really can and does wear it all almost effortlessly JEWELRY: a couple rings (wedding band notwithstanding), thin simple silver necklace, raybans if it's sunny ALLERGIES: none DIET: everything in moderation but nothing restrictive PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none

PSYCHOLOGY

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: three MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral TEMPERAMENT: sanguine ELEMENT: air PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: interpersonal MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: probably Something related to being immortal but it's definitely low lying SOCIABILITY: to a degree he's an extrovert but like don't throw him into the deep end first time EMOTIONAL STABILITY: steady PHOBIA(S): none really. being immortal tends to beat that out of you. ADDICTION(S): n/a DRUG USE: not so much nowadays, if at all, and nothing hard but the 70s were sure a thing ALCOHOL USE: sure, socially or, you know, when you need to crack open a beer for funsies every now and then. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: no

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: deeper in tone, almost methodical in terms of pacing ACCENT: none that he knows of HOBBIES: reading is probably the biggest one, NERVOUS TICKS: foot bouncing DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: making the most of the "extra" life he's been given but not in a way that makes him feel burnt out in the process. trying new things, food, various forms of media (music, books, movies, etc.). pushing himself out of his comfort zone just enough. POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, curious, adventurous, loyal NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn as a mule, insistent, perhaps a little too laid back? SENSE OF HUMOR: it's not hard to make him laugh DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: not really, can happen though.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: reading, just being with eliza ANIMAL: dogs and cats, can't pick just one. BEVERAGE: coffee BOOK: anything classic, he's got many dogeared copies of books by kerouac et al. COLOR: blue FOOD: no real clear favourites, will try anything once FLOWER: meh GEM: ehhh HOLIDAY: not really? the only one he probably really celebrated growing up was christmas but MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking, car if he absolutely has to. MUSICAL ARTIST: again no real clear favourites, he'll give anything a shot once before having an opinion about it but leans more towards classic rock, etc. SCENERY: cityscapes are fine but nature and the woods is where it's at for some Peace and Solitude SCENT: eliza and raspberries SPORT: no SPORTS TEAM: nope TELEVISION SHOW: will watch anything WEATHER: all are dope except winter VACATION DESTINATION: somewhere walkable, somewhere with history. and good food.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: he let a lot of his dreams go, and not in a bad way, when he became immortal so i guess right now he just wants to make the most of that time. he knows how lucky he is and doesn't want to waste it GREATEST FEAR: losing eliza MOST AT EASE WHEN: there is hardly a time when he feels uneasy, especially around other people. being around as long as he has means he's grown to not hate being in groups of people but he supposes he's most at ease around eliza or by himself. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: being forced to do something he doesn't want to do. happens rarely but happens. BIGGEST REGRET: he tries not to live with regrets, especially considering, you know, the immortality but that brings up a lot of shit that he doesn't know how to deal with or doesn't want to think about. TOP PRIORITIES: figuring out what to do with all this time he's got now

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

A Witchy Kinda Love

Pairing: Witch!Bucky x Witch!Reader (Magic!AU)

Prompt: The world you lived in was known to be full of magic and strange, otherworldly things... But you knew true love was just an old witch's tale even if your familiar insisted otherwise...

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Bucky in cute outfits, way too much italicization, and also this thing is long as fuck. (10,410 words...oopsies)

A/N: Okay this got wayyyy outta hand but who the fuck cares? not me. I would love to give a HUGE SHOUTOUT to @buckybarney​ who helped a lot in giving me the confidence and drive to finish this fic as well as @smutsonian​ who created this dope as mood board and also helped me edit a lil bit. You guys make me so happy and I love and appreciate you both so much<3

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“Calcifer will you please come help me with this?” your exasperated voice could be heard from the balcony of your studio apartment as you struggled to balance the hoard of glass bottles in your arms. 

Not a moment later, a small fox came trotting onto the (very overgrown) terrace, “Ya know I have things to do too. I’m not your butler,” 

You scoffed at your familiar's grumbled complaint before handing him a couple bottles to hold in his mouth and wrap his tail around, “I know you’re not my butler Cal. But I got you that essence of toad the other day so the least you could do is help me organize my potion materials for a bit.” 

The fox let out a low growl and walked back into your small apartment while you followed behind him, “You know how hard it is for me to form opposable thumbs lady? It’s gonna take a lot more than essence of toad for me to comply,” 

You glared playfully at the fox before sighing and rolling your eyes, knowing exactly what the sly creature was trying to get you to do, “Calcifer if you want pheasant for dinner just ask,” 

There was no response, just the quiet clinking of bottles rolling to the floor as you and your partner began to sort through everything. You really need to start organizing your stuff better. Last week you mixed up your newt toes with skinks and almost blew up your home, so it’s safe to say that your clutter has hit a breaking point. You left Calcifer to sit on your frameless bed as he sorted your bottles to go back out onto your small terrace, breathing in the scent of all of your plants that had happily covered every inch they possibly could. You figured it was as good a time as any to harvest all the herbs you’d need for the month and bottle them up for safe keeping. Quietly humming to yourself, you went around plucking the healthiest looking leaves, sprigs, and sprouts you could find, setting each pile onto the antique writers desk you had put out there as a space for your potion making. 

“Hey Calcifer do you know where I put my Ever-Writing Quill?” You question, brows furrowing as you dig through the drawers of your desk. 

“You don’t remember? You sat on it last week and snapped it in half!” The fox’s response was followed by a string of cackles and snorts as he laughed to himself about your misfortune. 

You let out a loud groan of frustration, tilting your head to the sky and stomping your foot in a small childish fit. “Why didn’t you put it on my shopping list?” You ask, walking back inside to glare at the creature comfortably sitting on your bed. 

Calcifer smiled widely, his pointy teeth fully on show in a sly grin, “oopsies, my bad!” he raised what would be his paws but are now little hands due to his helpful transfiguration powers, and held them in an innocent shrug. 

You squint your eyes at the reynard but hold your tongue, shoving your feet into a pair of leather boots. “Come on, you’re coming with me to the market so I can get a new quill,” 

It didn’t take too long before you had gathered everything you needed, making sure to grab your sweater as the weather hadn’t gotten much warmer in the past months and you absolutely hated to be cold. It only took a stern glare and a threat to have salad for dinner to convince Calcifer to go with you. Though you didn’t miss the petty and painful nip to your calf as you walked out of your door and into the dank hallway of your apartment building. 

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The sky was colored a dark grey with intimidating clouds, blocking out any chance of sun or warmth as you walked down the streets of your small town. You passed by cute little shops and a restaurant or two as you made your way to the market. Your boots stomped loudly on the cobblestone walkway, echoed by the light clicking of Calcifier’s nails while he trotted beside you. 

Your town didn’t have many witches, but the non-magic residents were still fully supportive of you and all the other witches and warlocks that resided in the small rainy town of Adelaide. You had lived there for years and not once had you come in contact with what your community called “Salamers”, bigoted people who had hate filled vendettas against your kind. Many of your friends who had lived in bigger cities had told you about their horror stories involving bigoted people who had cursed (pun intended) and swore at them. Your friend Peter even told you about a man who had spit on him after finding out he was a witch. 

The thoughts of such hateful actions caused a crease in your brow to form and it didn’t leave until you were at the small stone entrance to Wanda’s Magickal Menagerie, the only entrance to the market for miles. It was one of your favourite things about the magical world. The outside looked like just another building with pretty stone walls and a worn wooden sign displaying the name, but to anyone with a high enough magical presence, it was an entrance to the biggest market in the wiccan world. Hundreds of vendors were beyond that door, hidden away to a different space and time by a carefully constructed spell performed by the most powerful witches in existence. 

You couldn’t help the excited pulse of your heart as you opened the door and stepped into what seemed like an entirely different universe. The hustle and bustle of busy shoppers instantly clouded your vision and ears. The air was warm and lighting low in the crowded alleyway that led to the entrance and exit of the marketplace. You took only a moment to get used to the different surroundings before setting off on your way to the real Wanda’s Magickal Menagerie. 

It only took a few steps before you heard the loud yip of pain from your familiar, instantly making you whip around to see what happened, “I hate it here, Y/n! Everyone steps on my tail, it smells weird, It’s dark, everything is all muted because apparently witches only like the color red and I’m colorblind-” 

“Alright ya baby c’mere,” you interrupted Cal’s whining, bending down and allowing him to jump up and wrap around your shoulders. 

“People have no respect for familiars, it’s so uncool,” he grumbled into your ear, resting his snout on the ridge of your shoulder. 

“I know, buddy. But you know how much I hate going out alone. I really appreciate you coming with me. When we’re done here we can go to the butcher and you can pick out what bird you want for tonight,” Your hand came up to softly scratch your friend behind his ear, soothing his nerves and continuing on your way to your final destination. 

It didn’t take long before you arrived at a small wooden hut, a modest sign with an address hanging out front for advertisement to passersby. You quickly approached the shop and pushed the door open, entering the cozy and familiar atmosphere of Wanda’s business. 

“Hey Y/n! Cally, hi baby!” Your entrance was met immediately with happy greetings from your long time friend. 

“Hey Wanda,” you and Calcifer greet in unison, smiles adorning both your faces. 

The red headed witch skipped towards you, wrapping you in a warm hug and lovingly petting the fox around your shoulders. “How’ve you guys been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” 

“We’ve been trying to declutter the apartment. Y/n’s become such a hoarder.” Calcifer blurts out, letting one of his signature cackles break free. 

“I am not! I’ve just been experimenting with my potions, so I have a lot more ingredients and supplies right now,” You hurriedly explain, not wanting to have your friend think of you as a crazy old witch with a hoarding problem. 

Wanda lets out a quiet giggle at the pair of friends in front of her, finding the relationship between you and your familiar adorable, “What brings you in today? Did you lose your monkey paw again?” 

You playfully roll your eyes at Wanda, “No, I uh... I broke my Ever-Writing Quill,” you admit, trying to fight the warmth that crept up your neck and cheeks. 

Wanda let out a quick burst of laughter before turning around and leading you through the many shelves and tables of her shop, “Come on, I just got a fresh shipment in,”

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“Thanks Wanda! I’ll see you and Vis for brunch on Sunday,” You smile and give your friend a kiss on the cheek goodbye before exiting her shop. 

“Alright Cal, is there anything else you need before we go? Do you want me to get you more fur oil? Are you good on that incense you like?” 

“Yeah I think I’m okay, at this point I just want food,” He grumbled, lifting his head up from your shoulder and sniffing the air. 

You nodded your head in understanding and began the trip back to where you first entered the marketplace. The walkways were absolutely packed; it was nearly impossible to keep from bumping into other shoppers. Calcifer could be heard grumbling profanities every time someone brushed or bumped against him. You couldn’t blame the poor creature, he was naturally anxious and didn’t like strangers, so making trips like these were never too fun for him. You were trying your best to avoid people, but luck was against you and as you were ducking out of the way of one man who looked exactly like Merlin, you ended up running right into someone else. 

You fell right to the floor, Calcifer tumbling from your shoulder and sliding a few feet away due to the force, “Ah! Calcifer? Cal are you okay?” 

“Shit! are you okay? I didn’t see you, I am so sorry,”

Ignoring the stranger above, you frantically look around for your lost friend and spot him a few feet away from you, curling up into a scared orange ball and shoving his snout under his hind leg to hide. You scramble over to him, scooping his small body into your arms and holding onto him tightly, “Oh Calcifer I’m so sorry! I should have never asked you to come with me, I know you hate it here and now look what happened,” 

You couldn’t help the stress induced tears that welled in your eyes as you pet the shaking fox in your arms, “I’m okay, Y/n. Just a little shaken,” His voice was quiet and you knew he wasn’t being completely honest but you knew getting out of the crowded place was more important at that point. 

A tall figure suddenly shadowed over you, making you cower out of instinct and scoot back a few paces, “Hey are you and your fox okay? Really, I didn’t see you. I should have been paying more attention, let me help you up,” A hand comes down offering to lift you from the dirty concrete. 

With one arm tightly holding onto Calcifer, you use your other hand to grab onto the strangers and lift yourself up. “Thanks,” You mumble out quickly, keeping your head down and immediately walking away, your mind completely focused on getting the hell out of these cursed alleyways. 

Once you had fallen out of the exit and back onto the cobblestone streets of Adelaide, you could finally take a deep breath. Leaning up against the cold stone wall near the entrance, you closed your eyes, sucking in the fresh air and gently petting the creature still firmly gripped in your arms. 

A choked cry escapes you suddenly, “I am so sorry Calcifer,” You absolutely hated that you had caused your friend such a terrible experience. He could’ve gotten hurt, someone could’ve stolen him away from you, the street was so crowded you would’ve never found him again! Calcifer would’ve never forgiven you! Might not even forgive you now! Just the thought of it- 

“Alright calm down kid... I’m perfectly fine. Paw hurts a little bit but, really, I’m okay,” the fox in your arms looked up at you, a small smile on his snout as he nuzzled into your hair. 

“Are you sure? I can take you to the vet-” Before you can continue to worry about the injured animal, a deep voice sounds from above you. 

“Uh hey...” 

You quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks and look up, eyes widening in surprise as you stare into steely iris’s that seemed to have a mission on copying the sky that day. “H-hello,” 

As you stared at the burly looking man in front of you, you couldn’t help but side eye his stature. Adorning all black with little glints of silver rings and buckles here and there, a few tiny scars marking his well-structured jaw and cheek bones, and good god those boots must be so heavy and-is that a metal hand peeking out from the long sleeve of his leather jacket?! This guy is too scary to be this attractive...

“I uh... I was the one to bump into you earlier. It’s totally my fault and I really didn’t mean for you to drop your fox like that-it’s just that my familiar took off and I just wasn’t paying attention and it seemed like a pretty bad fall and you were so focused on protecting your pet-” “He’s not a pet,” you spit out quickly, a stern glare etched into your features. 

“R-right, right sorry-I just-I was-I misspoke...” he trailed awkwardly, roughly dragging a hand through brunette hair and grimacing at his own failure to compose a sensible response. 

“Are you a witch?” you mumble out quietly, your glare softening into a more apprehensive, yet curious, stare. 

“Uh yeah, yeah I’m only entry level though. My friend Sam helped me get into the market so I could get a few things but then...ya know” 

You stood silently, not exactly sure of what this weirdo wanted from you. If he thought you were going to apologize he was very mistaken. What if he planned to rob you? To take Calcifer and run? The thought made your grip on the animal even more secure, if that were even possible. 

“Is your arm okay?” Worried eyes gazed down at your arm and the man took a small step forward. 

“What?” You try to flinch away from the soft grasp of his hand around your bicep, but only end up pushing yourself against the wall. 

The man inspected the inflamed scrape that burned a path along your forearm and up to your elbow, “That looks pretty bad doll, do you want some medicine? I think I might have a little with me. Hey Sibi!” 

“Holy shit!” A sharp intake of breath forced its way into your lungs as you saw a giant white wolf bound up to the man. Your breathing sped up, heartbeat following along with it as you gazed upon the giant beast. 

“Do you mind? I gotta get into my bag,” He asked gently, the wolf immediately turning to give him easy access to a large pack that was slung over her back, “Thanks Sibi, can you go find Sam? Tell him I’ll be a bit longer than expected,” The wolf let out a gruff noise of agreement and nodded it’s head before heading back through the magical entrance. 

The man turned back around and walked towards you once more. You didn’t flinch this time when he reached for your arm, careful to make sure you had a good grip on Cal before opening a bottle of light blue gel and tapping some out onto the palm of his hand, “My name is Bucky, by the way,” 

“Okay,” you mumble out awkwardly, your anxious nature getting the best of you and blocking any form of friendly communication to come across while Bucky covers your wound with the gel.

“Her name is Y/n, I’m Calcifer,” You stare down incredulously at the fox, not expecting him to introduce you to this stranger. 

Bucky smiled up at you and the fox, shiny white teeth on display, “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” 

The comment instantly made your face heat up in embarrassment. “Thank y-you...” 

Bucky straightened up after he was done dressing your wound, thankfully taking a step back to give you some space. Why wasn’t he leaving? Why did he care so much about some rando he ran into at the market? Maybe this was just a front to try and rob you...

“Well uh... I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed real spooked back there and I could tell you hurt your arm so I just wanted to check up on ya,” Bucky’s eyes shined brightly as he explained himself. A pink tint colored his cheeks and neck as he sheepishly stared down at the ground. 

His shy nature made your lips tilt into a small smile of your own and you couldn’t help thinking about how cute he looked like that, “thank you, that’s very kind,” you mumbled out.

There was a beat of silence as you and Bucky avoided each other's eye contact before a familiar patronizing voice interrupted, “Hey kid if you’re done flirtin’ with this guy can we go home? I’m starvin’ right now,” 

“Calcifer!” you scold immediately, the familiar burn of pure embarrassment instantly appearing across your face. 

Bucky, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by the fox’s comment and burst out into a fit of deep chuckles, running his metal hand through the long tresses of rich brown hair. 

“Your fox is cute,” 

The comment made Calcifer let out a gruff murmur of disagreement, making you join Bucky in his laughter, “Yeah, I’m really happy he chose to stay with me. Um... I should probably go. Cal hasn’t eaten since breakfast and I still need to go to the butcher-” “There’s a butcher in this town?” The pure curiosity on Bucky’s face made your smile grow that much more as he finally took in his surroundings. 

“Yeah, it’s about two blocks down from here, it’s Calcifer's favorite place,” You say, backing up a few steps to signal your exit. 

“A-alright! well, uh it was nice meeting you! Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” The male witch fumbles with his words as he realizes the conversation is ending. 

“Sure, maybe,” you nod in agreement, fully turning around and beginning the walk towards your destination. 

As you walked away you couldn’t help but let the small smile on your face grow. What a dork he was... Almost as awkward as you were, the way he kept messing with his hair- ”He’s still lookin’ at ya... And what was all that stuff you were thinking about getting robbed? Why were you so fixated on gettin’ robbed?” 

“Calcifer for christ’s sake!” Your voice was filled with exasperation, rolling your eyes at the familiar's comments and ignoring the fact that the cute witch was still watching you walk away.

“Are you seriously thinking about how him staring at you is cute? Humans are so weird...” 

“Stop reading my thoughts you creep!” 

✸ ✴ ✦ 

A groan echoed throughout your apartment as a streak of the bright morning sun landed on your eyes and woke you from your slumber. Clapping a hand down onto your eyes to block the light, you roughly slide it down in hopes of wiping the fatigue that plagued you. Slowly but surely, you untangled yourself from your sheets, stretching your waking limbs and yawning with an over dramatic sound. You blindly felt around for your phone that was lying on the floor directly by your mattress. Once you located the small device, you tapped it on and read the time. 10:47 am, Sunday...Fantastic. 

You laid on your mattress for a bit, unaware of anything but your tired bones. The only reason you didn’t fall back asleep right then and there was the light buzz that came from your phone. You lazily picked it back up and stared at the too bright screen, taking a moment to comprehend the text that popped up on your home screen. 

Wanda Maxi: Hey! Are you on your way?

What? On my way...

“OH FUCK” You bolt out of bed, slipping on part of your sheet that was draped onto your wooden flooring and almost face planting. 

“Calcifer wake up we gotta have brunch with Wanda and Vis!” you scream out to nothing specific, unaware of where your familiar was. 

As quickly as possible, you gathered an outfit, shoved a toothbrush into your mouth to brush it a little too harshly, got your hair ready, and threw your clothes on. It’s not until you’re almost done getting ready before you see the bright fox bolt in from the balcony, “How could you forget about brunch? This happens every week for fucks sake!” 

“This isn’t entirely my fault! You knew about it too!” you argue while lathering deodorant onto your underarms, already sweating from the stress of the situation. 

“I’m a fox! You think I keep alarms?” he yells back at you, not bothering to stop and look at you as he gathers your things while you hurriedly tried to shove your foot into a shoe. 

Once your shoes were on and Calcifer had given you everything you’d need, you ran to your door and swung it open, “You wanna run with me or do you want me to carry you?” 

“Oh please you can barely run by yourself. You couldn’t handle the weight,” Calcifer scoffs, running between your legs and out of the apartment. 

You immediately lock your door and run after him, “So rude...” you huff to yourself and catch up to the fox. 

✸ ✴ ✦

It only took you about five minutes to sprint across town and make it to the small clay cottage that your friends had lived in for years now. The mossy dark brown Terracotta roof and grey wooden door that had ivy vining in and out of it gave a lovely natural look to the house and you couldn’t help but admire the wonderful home the couple had built. 

Calcifer’s quiet pants mixed with your wheezing as you stumbled up to the door and knocked loudly to signal your arrival. The door swung open, revealing a smirking Wanda. 

“You woke up late again didn’t you?” 

Still catching your breath, you nodded and followed her into her home. Wanda looked gorgeous, as always, wearing a light and flowing yellow sundress with matching shoes and a pretty white ribbon that was tied into her hair. 

“I’m so sorry Wanda, neither of us set an alarm,” you breathed out, following her towards the kitchen. 

“It’s okay sweetie, we didn’t have to wait or anything, all of us were busy talking about the latest man who was admitted into the Grand Council,” she smiled back at you, warm eyes shining from the sunlight that was coming through the glass doors that led to their garden. 

You tilt your head in confusion when you realize her phrasing, “All of us?” 

Wanda gently put a fist to her temple, her face twisting into a slight grimace, “I’m sorry sweetie I completely forgot to mention I invited some friends today! Don’t worry, they’re both great and I’m sure you’ll get along just fine,” 

You nod your head hesitantly, not entirely believing your friend. You wondered who she had invited... Many times over Wanda and Vision have told stories about their old friends who they had met throughout their lives. From your understanding, they had built a wonderful family together and had helped and cared for each other for years so you had no doubt they would be friendly. 

Before you had time to voice whatever worries you had, you were interrupted by the fall of multiple pairs of footsteps. It didn’t take long for three men to walk into the room, all talking enthusiastically over each other. You automatically recognized the slim man walking over to Wanda as Vision, his bright eyes greeting you as he wrapped his arms around Wanda’s slim waist. 

You turn to the other two guests and are unable to hold in an audible gasp when you recognize one of them. Those chilling eyes copied yours as they widened to an almost comical size. 

“Y/n...” The sound of your name coming from his full, pink lips made your hands clam up. 

He was dressed much more formal today with a navy blue sweater over a button up shirt, dark jeans and the cutest wing-tipped shoes you’d ever seen. He looked like he had just gotten out of church with his grandmother. 

“H-hello..” you mutter back, a heavy cloud of confusion and stress surrounding itself around you. 

“Oh...Do you-do you guys know each other already?” Wanda tilts her head a curious finger flickering between the two of you as her squinting eyes try to find the connection. 

Bucky glances at you, then Wanda, then back at you, as if to ask the question of who would be telling the tale of your meeting. You however settled for staring up at the ceiling, handing that responsibility off to Bucky. 

“We um, bumped into each other at the market the other day,” his answer comes after a slight moment of hesitation. 

You held back a scoff at his choice of words... More like you ran over me and almost killed my familiar. 

“Oh great! So then you’ll only have to meet Sam,” Wanda smiles and gestures to the stranger who had refrained from speaking up until now. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam Wilson,” he greets you with a bright smile, a charming gap between his two front teeth and a warm glow emanating from rich brown eyes that winked mischievously. 

He was quite handsome and his automatic charm caused the fog of awkward shyness to thicken in your mind, “Nice to meet you too,” you smile politely and shove your hand out for him to shake. 

A deep chuckle sounds from within his muscular chest as he grasps your hand and gives a firm shake. You quickly tell him your name before stepping back and allowing a new conversation to start. It was hard to focus on what everyone was saying as you felt the obvious gaze of Bucky peering at you from across the kitchen. You found the best way to keep yourself from staring back at him was to focus on the small amount of dirt that you could see hidden underneath your nails. You really needed to get them done again... Although it gets pretty difficult to achieve correct measurements with the long pointy acrylics that seem to be your go-to choice. 

“I dunno man, I just have really bad vibes about that Pierce guy... Steve agrees with me,” Sam’s comment brings you back to the conversation which you had apparently zoned out of. 

“Where is Steven? I thought he said he would be able to attend today?” Vision, always the formal talker, had a questioning glint to his eyes as he switched his focus from Sam to Bucky, then back. 

“Liberty wasn’t feeling too good so he had to take her to a vet,” Bucky was the one to answer.

“Liberty?” a questioning tilt to your head signals your confusion.

Bucky smiles at you before answering, “Yeah, she’s Steve’s pet. Super cute golden retriever that he picked up at the pound a couple years back,”

“Oh... Is he not a witch like you guys?” it surprised you that there was someone amongst their group that wasn’t practicing magic. 

Bucky subconsciously takes a step towards you, his body language changing to signal he was now solely focused on you, “Yeah he tried a few years ago but, it didn’t really go too well,” 

As Bucky answered he held up his metal prosthetic and wiggled his fingers, “Are you serious?! Your friend did that to you?” you gasp in shock, your eyes widening in amazement as you reach out to touch his arm without thinking. 

The metal was smooth and you were so enamored by the new information as well as the mechanical appendage that you failed to notice how tense Bucky got and how multiple pairs of eyes were staring at you. Your fingertips gently ran over the cool ridges of metal sections, “Wow... Did he turn your arm metal or did... did something else happen?” you glance between pretty blue eyes and steely metal. 

Bucky slowly reaches his arm out so you have a better view of what it’s like, “Actually that was kind of a joke,” he stutters, an awkward smile gracing his lips, “The real story is way more depressing,” he mumbles.

You halt your movements and stare up at him, the familiar yet heavy weight of embarrassment settling itself deep within your chest, “O-oh... I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to overstep-” You pull your hands away, folding them tightly against your chest. 

“No it’s okay! Really I’ve had a lot worse interactions,” he chuckles and reassures you once again that you didn’t overstep any boundaries. 

You nod in understanding but inevitably go back into your default of shy silence. Bucky stares down at you with a kind smile in hopes of making you feel a little less like an ass. It doesn’t work. 

After a few moments of deafening silence, Wanda makes a move over to the oven, “Alright everyone, quiche time!” 

“Aren’t you vegan?” Bucky mumbles, walking over to the table and preparing to sit down. As Wanda gives her response and mentions the fake eggs she found at the market, you walk over to the table as well. Bucky pulls out the seat closest to you and gives you a reassuring nod. You give a thankful smile and sit down, allowing him to help you push it back towards the table. 

“Thank you,” your quiet voice has Bucky grinning as he sits down next to you.

“Of course, doll” 

Brunch goes off without any more awkward spells and with the help of Wanda’s amazing skills in the kitchen, you begin to feel yourself relax with each bite you take. The afternoon goes on with the others telling you about how they met, silly stories about their friendly adventures, and at some point the conversation turned to you and what it had been like growing up a witch. It was a unique characteristic that none of your friends, new or old, had experienced. 

“Well, my dad is the one who originally got me into it... He was an aura reader like Wanda, and my mom focused more on spell casting and potions,” a warm grin on your lips signal the fondness your memories bring as you tell about your childhood, everyone was completely invested. 

“especially Bucky” Calcifer pointed out silently, giving you a knowing smirk from where he sat on the floor next to you. 

oh fuck off you stupid fox

✸ ✴ ✦ 

With full stomachs and a few full containers of leftovers, you, Sam, and Bucky stood gathered outside of Wanda’s front door as you all belted out a chorus of goodbye’s and excellent days. 

“It was really nice meeting you Y/n, make sure to keep in touch! I’ll be waiting for a carrier owl,” Sam winks at you as he begins to walk down the path towards the sidewalk, effectively leaving you and Bucky by yourselves. 

“He didn’t even let me say goodbye back...” you mumble out, staring at the confident figure that now waited at the property line by a pretty bush of hydrangeas. 

“Yeah... He’s weird like that,” Bucky agrees, glancing at his friend before fully turning his attention to you, “um so I’ve been meaning to maybe like... um maybe get your contact info? I just... I was maybe thinking we could grab like, tea or something sometime?”

As you take in Bucky’s words, you can’t help but notice the awkward and anxious movements he had started, reminding you of the first day you had met him. It made your lips twitch up just slightly. 

“Oh? like, my phone number?” the dumb answer almost had you on your knees with how hard you cringed. 

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle, “Uh yeah, yeah or like maybe an address? Or ugh that’s probably too personal-” “No! no it’s um it’s not,” you answer a little too quickly, discreetly pinching the skin on the back of your hand as punishment for your blatant lack of social skills. 

After a quick beat of neither of you knowing what to do, you finally speak back up, “You could come over tomorrow if you’d like,” 

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why would he want to come over so- “Yeah I’d love to!” Bucky answers enthusiastically, pulling his phone out from his back pocket and holding it out to you, “Just give me your number and I'll text you, we can figure out the details later, K?” 

You gingerly take the smartphone in your hands and type in your number, forgetting to put a name in for yourself before handing it back to him. Bucky’s hand slightly brushes yours as he takes it back and you’re too busy focusing on the lingering feeling on your hand that you miss the cheeky grin on Bucky’s face as he types in a contact name. 

“Hey tin soldier! You ready yet?” Sam’s smooth voice has you turning around with a start at his unexpected call. 

Bucky nods towards his friend, waving him off and turning back to you, “So I’ll uh, see you tomorrow,” 

“Tomorrow,” You confirm with a nod of your own.

Bucky’s smile grows tenfold and he takes a small step towards you, hesitating for only a moment before he leans in and gives a chaste kiss to the apple of your cheek. He doesn’t wait around to see your reaction, jogging over to Sam and slapping him on the shoulder before walking off down the cobblestone streets. 

Standing with your eyes the size of the moon and your face as hot as the goddamn sun, you don’t fail to catch the string of comments that your sleazy little fox makes. 

“Oh Bucky please just take me away! I’m too shy and socially inept to even speak to you properly, please I just love you sooooo much!” Calcifer’s high pitched mocking made your blood boil as he wheezed with laughter. 

“Shut up you stupid fox!” you yell at him, hooking your foot underneath his belly and pushing up and forward to flip him on his side. 

The reynard continued to cackle hysterically as you walked away from him. You could hear the broken comments he made as Calcifer continued to berate you on the bumpy interactions you always seemed to have with the handsome witch. 

“You’re sleeping outside tonight!” you call back to him, a smug tilt to your lips.

The laughing stopped immediately and was replaced by the clicking of little nails on mossy stone. 

✸ ✴ ✦ 

Calcifer’s eyes were glued to your figure as you made a mad dash around your apartment to make sure everything was clean and properly put away. Your socks allowed you to slide across the wooden floors as you shoved the rest of your freshly cleaned towels into a closet and slam it shut. Quickly turning the other way to sprint then slide the rest of the way to your little kitchenette where an almost comically small oven bakes banana nut muffins. 

“You are a nervous wreck right now kid,” Cal points out, a hint of worry in his mostly humorous tone. 

You look over at him, cringing at the realization that, yeah, you probably do look like a nervous wreck...

“It’s just that... No one has been over in a while and the last person that did come over was Wanda and I know she doesn’t care all that much about my tidiness so it was okay but I have no clue as to how Bucky is going to react and it's not like I don’t want to impress him, I mean I don’t need to impress him like my life doesn’t depend on what he thinks but,” “Christ’s sake kid-” “I mean for gods sake my bed is on the floor! He’ll probably think I’m some broke slob who-” Knock Knock 

“Oh my gods,” you whisper scream, no doubt did your aura radiate pure panic...

You shuffle over to the door, shoving your face up against it to look through the peephole and make sure it was the only person you were expecting. Taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself, then open the door. 

“Good morning, Bucky!” you greet, a bright smile on your face as you take in your guest’s appearance. 

Bucky is looking extra handsome today as he wears a dark grey cardigan over a white shirt, dark fitted jeans and, to your extreme surprise, black Converse.

“Hey, Doll” he smiles back softly at you, quickly taking in your simple outfit of a cute yellow crop top and black shorts, “T-these are for you,”  he mutters quickly and pulls a pretty bouquet of wildflowers out from behind his back. 

You beam at the thoughtful gesture and Calcifer doesn’t miss the sense of pride that Bucky gives off at your excited reaction, “Wow, Bucky these are so cute! I love them, thank you very much,” gingerly taking the bundle of fragrant colors, you invite your guest inside and immediately go to your kitchenette to find a receptacle for them.  

Once you find a nice little vase to put them in you spin back around to find Bucky looking around your small apartment, “Um...It’s not much-but the rent is really good and since it’s just me and Cal it works out pretty nice. If you aren’t comfortable we can always-” “I love it, Y/n. It’s really... you,” he glances back towards you, the look in his eyes warming you from deep within your chest. 

“Hey, tin man” the both of you jump slightly as Calcifer interrupts the thoughtful interaction. 

Bucky crouches down and reaches his hand out to the fox, “Hey... Nice to see you again Calcifer” 

“Where’s your dog?” completely ignoring Bucky’s polite greeting, Calcifer passes by him. 

“Oh uh... Sibi is still in training so I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to bring her into someone else’s home just yet,” the man answers awkwardly, dropping his hand and standing back up to his full height. 

Calcifer be nice you little skeez.

I’m just tryin’ get to know the guy, alright? 

You roll your eyes at the red animal and tell him to go onto the balcony. He thankfully listens, giving you and Bucky some privacy. 

“Sorry about him... He can be a little difficult sometimes,” you apologize quickly, nervously rubbing your clammy hands on the front of your shorts. 

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “It’s alright, I understand,” 

You give a questioning look at his phrasing and he quickly moves to elaborate, “Well, uh I guess-Ya know- since you guys are really close... I can understand why he would be protective because um, well since I’m like I’m trying to-” “Trying to what?” 

Bucky’s face was beet red as he tried and failed to explain himself to you, who had absolutely no idea what he was going on about, “In any case, I’m sure he’ll warm up to you soon,” you smile warmly at him and turn towards your oven. 

The embarrassed man watches as you take out the piping hot tray of muffins and set them out on the counter to cool. His stomach growls low as the deliciously sweet smell hits his nostrils. 

“How about we go sit down while those cool off?” you suggest and lead Bucky over to the small sofa that sat against the only free wall. 

You tuck yourself into one corner, folding your legs so they were pressed against your chest as you tried to give Buck as much room as possible. It was quite adorable to see the tall, beefy guy try and squeeze himself onto your small couch. A quiet laugh escapes you and he glances towards you, his cheeks tinged pink, “Guess M’not really made for studio apartment sized things,” he chuckles. 

Glad to see he isn’t upset about the cramped seating arrangement, you relax a little bit and start asking Bucky about his life. The two of you fall into easy conversation, talking about your childhood, past and current friends, how Bucky got into magic, your familiars and anything else that came to your minds. 

By the time there was a slight lull in conversation, it was already mid afternoon and you couldn’t help the growls that sounded from your stomach. 

“Um, do you want me to make us some lunch? I have like, sandwich stuff or mac n cheese?” you ask, swinging your legs off the couch and standing up to stretch. 

“Yeah that sounds good, you want me to help?” Bucky follows your movements and you shake your head. 

“S’okay, if you want you can go onto the balcony and I’ll be right out,” You smile up at him, turning to your little kitchen and focusing on making lunch. 

Bucky makes his way out onto your balcony covered in vining plants and hanging bottles filled with god knows what. Calcifer was asleep on a slightly rusted chair in the corner, his tail and legs curled into his body, making him look like a furry ball of orange. Bucky had never seen a work space quite like it. Sam was more of a trader so there wasn’t much potion making in the home they shared together. As he stared in wonder at all of the bottles covering the antique desk and a good part of the floor, curiosity got the best of him and Bucky couldn’t help but to start picking them up and exploring what was inside. 

Most of the bottles were labelled so he didn’t need to worry about those ones, the curious man was more interested in the unmarked ones. Popping off the cork to a green glass bottle filled with a powder, he brought his nose up to sniff and immediately gagged at the overpowering scent. 

“What is that?” he grumbled quietly to himself, closing that one and picking up a new one. 

This bottle did in fact have a label, but it was chicken scratch and for the life of him, Bucky couldn’t tell what the hell it meant as he picked up the murky glass bottle filled with what seemed to be a bright purple fog and opened it, taking in a quick whiff. 

Almost immediately Bucky felt the effects of the mystery potion and he had to steady himself on the desk so he wouldn’t fall over. Blinking a few times, he gathered his wits and slowly stood straight up. 

“Whaaat are you doing?” Your curious voice from the sliding door made Bucky jump and spin around, hiding the bottle behind his back. 

Your eyes quickly shift from the chilling blue irises of your guest to the suspicious amount of movement happening behind his large frame. Bucky lets out a quick scoff before answering, “What? Nothing, just checkin stuff out ya know,” 

His poor attempt at a casual demeanor was lost on you and it was quite evident in the suspicious squint of your eyes as you continued to stare at the man in front of you. 

“Which bottle did you sniff?” you ask flatly, sticking your hand out expectantly, the other hand making its way onto your hip.

“I-I didn’t sniff any bottle,” Bucky mutters out, metal hand going up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.

You waited only a moment before he spoke again, seemingly unable to hold back his comment, “That’s a lie I sniffed this bottle,”

He immediately took a bottle out from behind his back and placed it in your still awaiting palm. You knew what it was as soon as you saw the color of the substance inside and began to laugh. It was the hardest you had laughed all day and the resounding noise of your joyous fit surely made its way down to the cobblestone streets below. Your right hand left its initial place on your hip and placed itself over the left side of your chest as you bent over to steady yourself. 

“Y-you just inhaled a shit ton of Truth-Be-Told Smoke” You cackled out loudly. 

Bucky, though entirely confused, couldn’t help the smile that painted itself onto his pink lips as he stared at your beautiful figure shaking from the prettiest laughing fit he had ever heard, “Your laugh is really pretty,” he blurted out, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth afterwards. 

The compliment startled you enough to calm your laughter and straighten your posture back out, “Thank you, Buck. So I’m just gonna assume you’re wondering what’s happening right now,” He answered you by quickly nodding his head.

You giggled and continued on, “Basically, this stuff is used mainly as a partial ingredient in other potions, but by itself, especially undiluted, it’s a high performing truth serum. You won’t be able to say anything except for what comes to your mind for quite some time,” 

“That makes me really nervous,” Bucky’s voice sounds strained as the hand that was covering his mouth moves to wipe down his face in stress.

“Well don’t go sniffin’ a girl’s potions next time!” you giggle out, walking over to return the potion to its proper place. 

“You smell really good,” before you have a chance to react bucky groans in frustration, “Fuck I am so sorry,” 

A light laugh escapes your lips and you look up at Bucky’s grimacing face, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. Plus it’s nice to know I made the right decision on what body wash to buy,” 

You motion Bucky to follow you back inside, ensuring there would be no more accidental roofying. Two sandwiches sit side by side on the small sofa, a little pile of chips next to each one. 

“This is really kind of you, Y/n” Bucky smiles, lifting up both plates of food and waiting for you to get comfy next to him before handing you one. 

“It’s no problem Bucky, you’re my friend now and-” “I don't want to be your friend,” he bursts out, making you frown.

Bucky quickly fixes his mistake, “No sorry- I uhm- I misspoke I-I don’t want to just be your friend.” another grimace makes its way onto his face, “That’s embarrassing for me to say, I’m embarrassed,” 

If you weren’t already sweating nervously, you were now. Clammy hands grip at the paper plate on your lap as you try and will your face to extinguish the fire that has engulfed it. “B-Bucky, I um…” 

“I’m sorry I said that… It probably makes you never want to see me again,” Bucky mutters out, anxiously playing with the small pile of potato chips.

“Actually…” you begin, taking a deep breath and continuing, “It doesn’t bother me at all,”

Bucky lets out a long breath of air, “Holy shit really? That’s fucking awesome because I wasn’t gonna tell ya that today but then I smelt that thing and I’m sweating real bad right now with how nervous I am-I should not have said that, but now that you said what you just said-” 

You put your hand up, signaling for the witch to stop his word vomit and laughed, “Bucky you don’t need to worry… Honestly, I am just as nervous as you,” 

Maybe it was because of the state Bucky was currently in, maybe it was because of something completely unrelated, but it made you feel brave enough to admit more than what you would’ve ever imagined. Bucky somehow willed himself into eating his sandwich, stopping every once in a while to blurt out a random compliment about you, the food, your apartment, anything. He even complimented how adorable it was that your mattress was on the floor, saying it just made everything feel so much comfier and he wished his apartment was like this. You took the comments in stride on the outside, though on the inside you were dying out of embarrassment. No one had ever said such nice things about you, and to the volume that Bucky was going, even if it was against his will, it still shocked you a bit.

By the time you were both done eating, the effects of the smoke seemed to slow down a bit, which allowed the nervous man beside you to withhold all of his thoughts, though it did keep him from lying still. As you stood to clean up the plates and napkins used during lunch, Bucky mimicked you, following you to the kitchen. 

“Today was really nice Bucky...Thank you for coming over,” you smile up at the tall man beside you and try not to swoon when he returns the warm smile.

There wasn’t a beat of hesitation before Bucky responded, “It was my pleasure, sweetheart,”

The term of endearment had your face aflame, something that has become a recurring struggle whenever you were around Bucky and his stupid compliments that always got to you. 

“Ya know, you’re quite the sweet talker when there’s nothing holding you back,” you tease playfully, making Bucky let out a quick bark of laughter. 

“Was I not a sweet talker before? I must have had some kinda skill since ya let me spend the whole day here,” a sly smirk is pulling at the corners of his lips as Bucky leans down closer to you in a mocking way.

You roll your eyes and put a hand to his shoulder, effectively pushing him away and giving yourself some much needed space. If you didn’t breathe properly soon, you were gonna pass out.

Bucky stayed at your place for a bit longer until he got a text from Sam saying that Sibi was getting anxious and that she missed him. You couldn’t help the grin that made its way onto your face when he explained why he had to leave, thinking it was absolutely adorable that Bucky was the only one who was able to calm that gigantic wolf. When it was time for him to go, it became a waiting game of who was going to initiate the final goodbye. 

Standing by your front door, leaning on the trim, you stared into the piercing blue eyes of the man opposite of you, completely unsure of what to say. In all honesty, you didn’t think it’d go this well. For Bucky to spend the entire day cramped up in your apartment with you, eating snacks and joking around as if you had known each other for years… It shocked you a bit when you truly thought about it. 

Bucky sighed, leaning against the opposite frame of the door as he stared back down at you, “So…” a nervous hand came up to subconsciously tangle into the hairs on the nape of his neck, the Truth Be Told must be wearing off, “I um… Today was really great,”

You nod your head in agreement, “Yeah it uh-it was,” your fingers begin to tangle and pull at each other. 

“Do you...Maybe wanna...Do it again? Soon?” he mumbles out, breaking eye contact as he begins to focus on his shoes. 

A little pinch to the back of your hand ensures that what you just heard was real and you nod, “yes, that’d be awesome! I um… Whenever you’re free of course,” 

Y/n and Tin Man sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

You quickly turn around to see Calcifer prancing in a circle in the middle of your apartment, a sly grin on his face. 

Gods what are you Five? Shut up you stupid fox! I’m gonna throw you off the balcony!

“Doll? You okay?” Bucky chuckles lightly as he sees your face scrunched up into a cute little scowl that makes him want to squish your face between his hands. 

Calcifer's annoying cackles were heard echoing in your apartment as you turned back around to face Bucky, “Yeah, yeah no I’m good… You were saying?” 

“Just that I was free on Thursday, if you maybe wanted to get coffee with me… But it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to, I would understa-” “No! Er-I mean yes! Yes. I would love to get coffee with you on Thursday,” You cringe at your awkward response and bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from screaming in embarrassment. 

The bright smile on Bucky’s face grounds you a little bit and gives you the courage to meet his pretty blue irises, “So Doll, I uh was thinking-” Before he can finish his thought, Bucky’s phone pings loudly, making you jump a little, “Sorry” He murmurs.

Snatching it from the pocket of his jeans, Bucky takes a look then immediately lets out a quiet sigh, “That’s Sam, I really gotta go,” 

Trying not to let the disappointment show, you nod your head and straighten up, silently wishing he could stay longer, “Okay...Um I’ll see you on Thursday then…” 

Bucky’s head tilts to the left as he considers your shy demeanor and he can’t help but reach out with his right hand and lightly grasps yours, “I’ll see you on Thursday, pretty girl,” 

You suck in a breath, feeling Bucky lightly tug on your hand and willingly following his lead. Taking a tiny step forward, which was really all you could take with how close the two of you were all ready, the breath your holding tightens in your chest as Bucky leans down closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek, the brush of his long eyelashes ghosting over your temples, and the light squeeze on your wrist from his large hand. Bucky’s lips were soft as they pressed against the corner of your mouth in a light kiss that made you feel like you were in the clouds.

It didn’t last as long as you’d like and once he pulled away, you were able to let out the painful breath that stayed in your lungs for way too long. Bucky gave a quick wave before backing up a few paces, turning around, and walked the rest of the way down the hall. Leaving you to stand there breathless with the lingering feeling of his soft touches. 

“You two are gross,” The floaty feeling that had fallen over you evaporated as you heard the familiar’s voice from behind you. 

“I’m gonna hit you so hard,” You yell over your shoulder, turning around and slamming the door behind you. You pick up a slipper by your door and make your way over to the cackling fox. 

“W-wait wait! OW” 

“Stupid fox”

✸ ✴ ✦ 

-3 Months Later-

“Steve c’mon, stop interrogating my girl and come help set the tent up!” Steve turns his attention from you to his best friend, a smile on his face as he gets up to help Bucky set up the large canvas tent. 

“We will continue this later,” the blonde says pointedly before leaving you by yourself at the wooden picnic table. 

It had only been a little over three months since you had met Bucky Barnes, exactly two since he had worked up the courage to officially ask you to be “his girl” as he put it, and two hours since you had properly met Steven Rogers. How you had gone so long without meeting Bucky’s platonic other half was beyond you, but apparently the guy was a busy bee, and since your little potion shop out of your apartment had taken off, you didn’t exactly have much free time on your hands either. Fortunately, with a little luck and a lot of asking around for favors and covers for work, You, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vis, and all of your respective animals were able to take a long weekend to go camping. 

“Are you guys ready to eat? These sandwiches won’t keep for much longer,” Wanda stands up from the green metal cooler, hands full of deli sandwiches that she had made for the trip. 

A chorus of agreeance sounded across the cozy little site you had booked as you all gathered around the redhead. Bucky came up beside you, wrapping his metal arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss to the crown of your hair. 

“You excited for the weekend, doll?” he murmurs into your hair sweetly before placing a few more kisses there. 

You laugh lightly at his endearing behavior and smile up at him, “Of course I am Buck. I may never get the chance to spend this much time outside of my apartment again,” you joke, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss your boyfriend on the sharp line of his jaw. 

After everyone had gotten a sandwich, along with whatever they wanted to drink or eat with it, you all squeezed onto the benches of the picnic table and began to chow down. Everyone talked animatedly about what the plans were for the rest of the weekend. Swimming, fishing, “Building a bomb ass fire” as Sam gracefully put it, all of it sounded like a blast to you. If you were being honest, you were just excited to be out of your apartment for more than a few hours at a time. 

“So, you’re a potion maker huh?” Steve asks, mouth half full of potato chips. 

Bucky lets out a groan and rolls his eyes, “Stevie let the girl breathe for fucks sake,” 

The group laughs at Bucky’s annoyance, but then looks at you, “Well, uh yeah… I um was taught at a young age, so it’s something I’m really good at and I know it’s not the best job or anything-” ''It’s an awesome job, kid. I think you’re doing real good. Our own little entrepreneurial witch!” Sam interrupts your babbling, a bright smile on his face as he pats your back just a little too forcefully.

“I mean… I’m not a witch so I obviously don’t really get it like everyone else does, but you seem to be doing really well,” Steve assures you, sending a sense of pride into your chest. 

You had managed to impress Steve Rogers… Not bad, Y/n.

The guy is actin’ like he’s Tin Man's father… The hell is that about?

You turn your head over to where Calcifer is curled up on a dark blue camping chair, bright yellow eyes trained on the blonde man who was still stuffing his mouth with food. 

Calcifer they’ve been friends for ages, it’s normal.

The fox lets out a quiet snuff in response before getting up from the chair and trotting over to the table. 

“Cal do you want some of my turkey?” Bucky asks, taking a few pieces of turkey from his sandwich and setting it beside him on the table. 

Calcifer doesn’t answer, just hops up on the bench and silently eats the portion of meat. It’s taken a while for Calcifer to warm up to Bucky… And though progress if few and far between, the two have definitely gotten closer in the past couple of weeks. The biggest issue at first was how crazy Sibi acted around other familiars, but after a while and a good amount of training from you and Bucky, the hyperactive wolf finally settled and was on track to be a wonderful helper for her witch in training. 

“So… Do you guys have any plans of moving in together soon?” Wanda hesitates as she not so sneakily takes a chip from Vis’s plate. 

You and Bucky look to each other for only a moment before responding, “We’ve been looking at places to go. It’s hard cause we wanna stay in Adelaide but without buyin’ a whole house, there aren’t many options for apartments,” Bucky explains, a small shrug to his shoulders. 

“And there’s no way all four of us could fit in my apartment,” you add, copying Bucky’s shrug. 

Neither of you were in too much of a hurry to find a place of your own, as you were both content in the homes you were in now. The idea of living with Bucky was quite appealing but you knew the more realistic thing to do would be to wait, save, and research to make sure you both lived in a comfortable environment. 

“You guys are so cute it makes me wanna die! Who knew you’d be the ultimate witchy power couple?” Wanda’s swooning caused you to laugh a little as Vision looked at her with mock hurt in his eyes as if to say ‘what are we then?’

Before anyone had a chance to add on, an unexpected voice responded, “I did,” 

Your laughter immediately ceased and your attention snapped over to the other side of Bucky’s large frame. Calcifer sat proudly on his haunches as he gazed back at your shocked face. 

“W-what do you mean you knew?” Bucky stuttered, equally as shocked as you were. 

“I just knew. From the first day you guys met, it was obvious it was that true love bullshit you humans talk about,” the fox brushes off both yours and Bucky’s shock as if it was nothing. 

The rest of the group laughs as the pair of you stutter out broken objections to Calcifer’s claim, “A-are you kidding me Cal? That stuff is like… a myth or something,” 

“Yeah, I mean I’m in love with Y/n n’ all but-” “You’re in love with me?” 

All of the banter around the table halts as five pairs of eyes stare at a now tomato faced Bucky Barnes. “U-um, yes. Yeah-I um, yeah I’m in love with you…” Bucky’s voice is quiet and you’re not sure if he actually said what you heard, but that thought is soon wiped from your mind as an eruption of cheers sounds from your friends. 

A grin makes its way onto your face as you stare up at those pretty blue eyes that you really never got tired of looking at, and you can’t help but bring your hand up to run along the stubble of Bucky’s jaw, “I’m in love with you, Buck” 

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and immediately leans down to press his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, both of his large hands framing each side of your face to pull you closer to him. 

“Told ya so” 

“Shut up you stupid fox!”

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Elves

(Story Post)

“Stop… I'm sorry, please stop... I can't…” “Okay, um… Hold on, let me just…” “Sorry…” “Don't be… Did I hurt you?” “No, I just can't right now…” “It's fine, I'll just… Where's your bathroom?” “Across the hall…” “Give me a minute, yeah?” “Yeah. Sorry… Do you want the wi-fi password?” “Haha, no, it's okay… I'll manage.”

Once the bathroom door closed, Theo curled up under the covers in shame. He didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly just felt like everything was completely wrong. But why? He was living through a fantasy; this tall hot dark elf man was here in his apartment wanting to have sex with him and they were both turned on so…why did it feel so wrong? After two minutes Korsy came back, his pants done up but his sculpted chest still on full display. He looked guilty, but trying to look unbothered as he sat back down on the bed. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or…” Korsy rubbed his neck. “I mean, I don't know what to say…” “Don't, you did nothing wrong at all…” Theo said. “I don't know what's wrong with me right now… I was really excited, but I just… I don't think I can have sex like this…” “Maybe is it the pregnancy?” Korsy asked. “I heard it can affect libido and stuff…” “I don't know… I don't think so…” Theo sat up and rubbed his knees. “I just… I don't think I can have sex outside of a relationship…” “Ohhhh… Okay, no, that's totally chill.” Korsy chuckled. “I get that.” “You do?” Theo asked. “Well, obviously I don't feel that way myself, but I understand that it's a requirement for a lot of people,” Korsy said. “I totally respect that.” Theo looked at Korsy and pouted. “I'm really sorry.” “Naw, naw, please don't apologise,” Korsy said. “The last thing I want is to put you through sex you're not comfortable having. I'm glad you asked me to stop.” “I just wish I was all the way in it with you…” Theo sighed. “Like, I don't want to ruin your night.” “You can't and you didn't. I'm not upset. I'm not disappointed. I'm not mad. And even if you did ‘ruin my night', which you didn’t, it's way more important that you feel comfortable.” “Well… Thanks, Korsy…” Theo said. “You're a good guy…” “Trying my best,” Korsy said. “At the end of the day, sex is different for us and we weren't compatible. That's all.” Theo nodded quietly. Korsy patted Theo's knee. “Do you want a hug?” Theo nodded again and opened his arms. “Please.” Korsy scooted closer to him and wrapped his arms around the pregnant man. “It's alright, okay? Just relax… We can keep talking elf stuff… Or I can get out of here if you'd rather that…” “Can you stay, actually?” Theo asked, hugging him back. “If you can… You don't have to…” “I can stay.” Korsy rubbed Theo's back then let go. “I'm a little thirsty though… Mind if I grab a glass of water?” “Yeah, I have a pitcher in the fridge,” Theo said. “There's also juice or some ginger ale, I think…” Korsy got off the bed. “Do you want anything?” “Ginger ale?” Theo requested. “Please.” “No problem. I'll be right back.” Korsy disappeared down the hall for a few minutes. Theo still felt very embarrassed, but he could feel himself calming down. He didn't expect Korsy to be as nice about all this as he was and it was a bit overwhelming. When Korsy got back with two glasses, he handed Theo his ginger ale and then sat back down. “You have a nice place. Balcony's a good view.” “Thanks.” Theo took a sip of his ginger ale and suddenly realised how parched he was. He hadn't really eaten or drunk anything since before the group meeting. “Street gets a bit noisy, but I like it…” “I saw a bowl on the balcony. Do you have a cat?” Korsy asked. “Doesn’t smell like it.” “No, there's just a building cat that stops by every once in a while,” Theo said. “And you feed it? How noble.” “I guess… They’re good company.” “That's fair.” “Do you have any pets?” Theo asked. “I do actually,” Korsy said. “My girl, Adelaide.” “What is she, a dog?” “A snake actually,” Korsy said. “Ah, so you're a snake guy,” Theo said. “You say that like it's weird.” “It's not weird… Just different.” Korsy pulled his leg up to rest on the bed and leaned back. “I don't like all snakes. Just Adelaide.” “It's fine, I'm not judging you,” Theo said. “It's not like you have a snake tattoo.” “Well…” Korsy rubbed his neck. “Not exactly…” Theo's eyes widened. “Show me. Where?” Korsy sighed and pulled up his pant leg. Where Theo expected to see skin and ink he actually was surprised to find a prosthetic leg with a snake engraved down the back of the calf. “Oh, so cool!” Theo admired. “I wouldn't even have guessed… And never seen such sleek prosthetic before…” “Elven tech,” Korsy said before pulling his pant leg back down. “No touching.” “No worries, I won't,” Theo said. “But can I ask—” “Injury, not congenital,” Korsy stated. “And no, I don't want to talk about it.” “Oh, okay. That's fine,” Theo said. “Thanks for telling me.” “No worries.” Korsy took a drink from his cup. “Oh, and I went for the juice. I haven't had Tropicana in a long time.” “Yeah, I've been craving orange juice lately,” Theo said. “Do you wanna see my tattoos?” “Sure. I saw that nerd circle on your wrist,” Korsy pointed out. “What else you got? “Um, just this…” Theo pulled up his shirt sleeve to show the Tri-Force. “Eh, nerd triangle. Now you just need like a nerd square to complete the set,” Korsy chuckled. “Maybe, like… A Minecraft block. Yeah, that'd do it.” Theo pouted. “These tattoos mean a lot to me.” “Don't sweat it. It's cool being a nerd. My bro's a big nerd like you,” Korsy said. “Passionate. Good feature.” Before Theo could respond, he heard his door open in the front hall and he sat up. “Theo? You awake, buddy?” he could hear Henderson calling as he let himself in. “Roommate?” Korsy whispered. “Sort of…” Henderson stopped by the door and then his eyes widened when he noticed the elf. “Oh! Well, hello!” Korsy waved smiling. “'Sup?” Henderson was suddenly beaming like a mad man. “Hi! Am I interrupting?” “No, just hanging out,” Korsy said. “I'm Korsy.” “No way, I've heard about you!” Henderson said. “You're that top agent kid, right?” “Henderson, do you need something?” Theo asked, suddenly irritated. “Well, I just… I felt bad that I left you at APID alone and so I tried calling you but I never got through so I figured I'd make sure you got home safely, but clearly I had nothing to worry about,” Henderson said, waving a hand in Korsy's general direction. Theo looked around for his phone and found it in his pants on the floor. “Sorry, no ringer… But didn't you have a date?” “Yeah, we finished. Can't you tell?” Henderson lifted his shirt and proudly patted his slightly distended belly. “Yulinian, nice,” Korsy complimented. “Looks like a good egging.” “Right? I'm fucking stuffed,” Henderson said. “Anyway, I'll get out of your hair. I’m not allowed to keep these. You kids have fun.” “Thanks, man,” Korsy said. Henderson ducked out and the door closed behind him. Korsy turned to find Theo now buried under the covers. The elf patted where he expected Theo's head to be. “Not a roommate?” Korsy asked. “No… He's just a friend…” “But you like him.” “What? No…” Korsy chuckled. “Come on, you went beet red when you heard his voice. Don't act like you're not into him.” Theo pulled the covers down. “Henderson and I wouldn't work. He's not right for me.” “Why? He cares a lot about you,” Korsy said. “Please, just leave it.” “Okay, okay…” Korsy shrugged. “But tell me, why did you act like you've never met an elf before?” “What do you mean?” Theo asked. “You're the first elf I've ever met.” “Oh, come on,” Korsy said. “You're telling me that someone as obsessed as you are can't even tell that guy is an elf?” Theo pulled a face. “Who, Henderson?” “Uh, who else?” “Henderson is not an elf,” Theo said. “I would know.” “Yeah, you should know. First of all, the ears are a dead giveaway,” Korsy said. “His ears aren’t that pointy,” Theo said. “And anyway, I met a dude today who had pointy ears for a whole other reason.” “Well, obviously ears aren’t the only thing,” Korsy said. “But that guy has to be, like, at least a quarter elf. Elves know elves, dude.” “If Henderson was an elf, he’d tell me,” Theo said. “I don’t know what to tell you, man,” Korsy said. “He’s an elf. I’m 100% sure of that.” Theo pouted. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” “That’s between you two,” Korsy said. “But you should talk to him. Like, what’s stopping you?” “You just saw, he can get anyone he wants!” Theo said. “He just fucked a Yulinian! I can’t compare to that.” “Theo, I think you’ve got some stuff to work through,” Korsy said. “Elf, Yulinian, human… No species is above another. Preference is fine, but at the end of the day, the people that care about you do so simply because they care about you. If you grew a tail and horns tomorrow, you won’t be any more important or special than you are today.” Theo frowned and covered his face. “You’re right, I’m sorry…” “Don’t be.” “No, I used you,” Theo said. “I treated you like a novelty just because you’re an elf…” “Don’t sweat it,” Korsy said. “I’m hot. I know. And I kinda used you too. Never been with a pregnant dude.” “But I couldn’t even finish…” “Hey, we’re not gonna go into that again. It’s over. And, you know, I think you’re kinda cool.” “I’m really not.” “No, you are.” Korsy tapped Theo’s arm. “I’ll leave you my number. I’m away from home a lot, but they usually don’t send me out of country so, you know, I got country wide calling. You can call me if you ever want to talk. I’ll try to make time.” “That’s really cool, Korsy,” Theo said. “Thanks.” “Don’t sweat it,” Korsy said.  “Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Oh, you’re nerdy enough. Do you have Disney+?” “Yeah but just for the Mandalorian.” “Baby Yoda. Let’s do it. Put it on, man.” “Okay, okay, hold on a minute…”

[sfthearts]

Sunshine p. 6

This took me so long to write that I

A. Forgot about it

And

B. Don’t even like it that much anymore

But I wanted to get it out and posted so I can finish the series (maybe??) in the next part, start on the request I have and maybe finish or abandon the other thing I’m writing but don’t think I like enough to post, so it’s just There.

Anyway, here it is.

6 months later.

Adelaide sat in a spinning desk chair next to the men in charge of production on Panic!’s first record. She watched with a smile on her face as Brendon sang his heart out on the other side of the plexiglass in front of her.

Brendon and the band, now officially known as Panic! At The Disco, had signed with Fueled By Ramen six months prior, and they were nearly finished with the recording process of the album. Brendon had to come in to re-record a few vocals to finish off the song they were working on so it could be sent off to master, and Adelaide wanted to come with. She loved being in the studio in general, and it certainly helped that she loved seeing Brendon shine at what he did.

He finished the final note of the song and opened his eyes, searching for hers. He saw them quickly and threw her a wink and a smile, her smile beamed and blew him a kiss in return.

“Alright that was great Brendon, I think that’ll do it for today!” The producer told him through the speaker system inside the booth. The other guys who had come in to see the progress had left with waves and nods in their direction. Brendon held a thumbs up and removed his headphones, placing them on the stool in front of him. He quickly entered the room where his producer and his girlfriend were both seated, Adelaide much more excited for his return than the man sitting next to her. She stood from her seat and ran to Brendon, giving him a big hug and kissed him all over his face. He wrapped his hands around her waist gently.

“So I take it you like the song huh?” He said with a smirk. She giggled and nodded, kissing him once more on the lips this time, which he gratefully accepted.

“Ready to head home?” He asked her happily. She nodded and took his hand. Brendon and Adelaide said goodbye and walked hand in hand to Brendon’s car.

Adelaide showered Brendon with praise the whole walk while swinging their arms happily. Brendon just thanked her and smiled, still shaky on the whole ‘accepting a compliment’ thing.

“So I was thinking we just spend the rest of the day at home? Hang by the pool, watch some movies, order some food, hang out with the puppies?” Brendon suggested.

“That sounds great baby.” Adelaide told him, smiling softly. He smiled back and kissed her quickly.

Over the last six months, a lot had changed for Brendon and Adelaide. They had officially moved in together, and shortly after rented an actual house with a yard, and had recently adopted another dog to keep Pumpkin company. He was a little Jack Russell Terrier and thankfully got along great with Pumpkin. They decided to name him Bogart, after Humphrey Bogart of course.

Brendon smiled back lovingly at Adelaide as they reached his car.

The drive home was quiet, not uncomfortably so, but the two were both in their own heads. Brendon’s thoughts drifted to the small black velvet box he had purchased just days ago that was currently hiding in the back of his nightstand drawer, which held the ring he was working up the courage to ask Adelaide to be his wife with. It was simple and classy, much like his girlfriend. She never wanted flashy things, despite all the things Brendon would try to buy for her, so he knew that a simple, delicate ring would be perfect for her. He had constantly been going over how he wanted to propose in his mind. Public or private, fancy or casual, he had absolutely no idea. The only thing he knew was that he wanted her to say yes. If he thought about their future too much he would almost start to cry, so he knew they would both be in tears when the day finally came and he actually asked her the question that had been on his mind from the day he met her.

He shook his head a little to clear his mind as he pulled the car into their driveway. Brendon reached over and gave Adelaide a soft, slow kiss before unbuckling and getting out to open her door.

“What was the sweet kiss for? I loved it, don’t get me wrong.“ Adelaide asked him, reaching for his hand.

“Just like kissing you” he said with a shrug and a smile as they walked inside.

Adelaide didn’t question it any further, mostly due to the rush of dogs running toward them in pure excitement.

Brendon and Adelaide spent a few minutes petting the dogs, scratching their heads and asking if they were good boys while they were gone. As per usual, they were.

The rest of their afternoon was spent lazily floating on rafts in their pool, Adelaide enjoying some wine while Brendon smoked a joint or two. Adelaide called it the two celebrating the band finishing another song, but Brendon just preferred to call it “My ideal afternoon with my lady.”

They decided to come inside around sundown, and ordered a pizza for dinner.

Brendon heard movement and looked up from his phone, smiling when he saw Adelaide’s face.

“Aw, you’re so cute with your little sunkissed cheeks” he called to her as she came back downstairs after showering and changing from her swimsuit. Brendon had showered first since he took much less time, and was already on the couch in just his sweatpants and glasses.

“You know what’s way cuter? These freckles of yours” Adelaide told Brendon, kissing his bare shoulder which was warm and extra freckled from the sun as she sat down next to him on the couch, leaning her head on his chest.

Brendon kissed the top of her head lightly and wrapped his arms around her. Adelaide looked up at him and made a kissy noise, gently grabbing his face and bringing it to hers for a slow, soft kiss.

“I love you.” he whispered.

Adelaide smiled and softly replied, as she ran a finger up and down his jawline.

“I love you too.”

It was right then and there that Brendon had made his decision, as he stared into the eyes of the love of his life, he saw his whole future flash before his own.

“I’ll be right back” Brendon says quickly, moving Adelaide’s body off of his so he could go grab the small ring box he stashed away for safekeeping. Bogart followed closely behind him, his nap disturbed by Brendon’s sudden movement.

He reached into the back of his drawer and flipped the velvet box open, revealing the ring. He smiled softly and closed the lid, running back down the stairs. Adelaide sat on the couch alone, still confused by Brendon’s sudden departure.

“Brendon what are you- oh my god” Adelaide said breathlessly, placing her now trembling hands on her chest as Brendon knelt down in front of her. Her heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. Her face broke into the biggest smile she could imagine.

“Adelaide, I’ve been trying to figure out the most perfect and beautiful way to do this for weeks, because you deserve the most perfect and beautiful version of everything in this world, and I realized that I don’t think there could be a more perfect moment than right here, just the two of us in our little bubble. I’ll never forget the day I met you, and how much of an asshole I was to you, and you still gave me a chance.” He laughed a little and cleared his throat. He shifted his position slightly and grabbed one of Adelaide’s hands, both of them shaking in each other’s grasp. Adelaide wiped at the waterfall of happy tears running down her face with her free hand as she continued to sob. “I love you more than words could possibly say, you’ve picked me up when I’ve fallen, you’ve believed in me when I didn’t, and you’ve saved me more than you’ll ever know. I want to have a life and a family with you. I want to be those old people sitting on a porch together. I know life is about to get crazy with my music, but I can’t imagine getting through it without you by my side. I would love more than anything to be able to call you my wife, and for us to spend the rest of forever together. So, Adelaide, will you marry me?” He popped the box open to reveal the ring of Adelaide's dreams. Brendon’s voice had cracked and shook the entire time as he desperately tried to hold back from crying right along with Adelaide. He held his breath awaiting her response.

She could only nod her head rapidly, and it was enough for Brendon to hop up from his position, placing the ring on her hand, and gently grabbing her face to kiss her lips through both of their tears as he sat back on the couch next to her. He pulled her into his arms for a tight hug.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to be your wife”

Brendon pulled away and wiped some of her tears, then wiping his own that had escaped his eyes.

“I can’t wait either, Sunshine.” He said, kissing her once more. His thumb stroked her cheek softly once they pulled apart, but their moment was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Oh shit, pizza” Brendon exclaimed, quickly wiping away at the rest of the tears in his eyes as he ran to the door. He thanked the driver and handed him his tip, closing the door and coming back to Adelaide the couch.

“I guess this isn’t the most romantic meal but… engagement pizza?”

Adelaide laughed before grabbing a slice.

“Engagement pizza!”

They ‘cheers-ed’ their slices together and began eating. The two enjoyed their engagement pizza while they talked and laughed with each other, discussing their wedding, and their future together, as they had done so many times before. Usually, they’d have these talks when they were laying in bed at night and it felt like more of a dream than their reality. Now it was real, and neither Brendon nor Adelaide could contain their excitement.

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[theycallmebeccawrites]

Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 2

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Perfectly Imperfect Masterlist | Chris & Wren Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

May 9, 2020

An old, solid wood door with a cheap hook lock separated Chris Evans and the four women who had showed up over an hour early to Addy's third birthday party. They had brought their children, all of who Addy had been happy to see, but the four moms were way overdressed, or rather underdressed, for a preschool party. One mom was wearing a tight pair of black jeans with a silk top that barely concealed her breasts, while another was wearing a black leather skirt, a partially see through maroon top and a pair of knee high boots. The other two moms were wearing dresses that one would expect to see at a cocktail party, one skin tight and red and the other black and short.

Adelaide had turned three 2 days ago and Chris had arranged for all of her classmates at her preschool to come over to their house for a Sofia the First themed party. What he hadn't expected was for four of the moms to show up an hour early and proceed to flirt with him, or try to, instead of actually trying to help him set anything up. He'd lost count of the number of times his butt had been pinched or he'd been told how strong he was while they had petted his bicep.

Chris felt guilty for the way he'd told them to keep an eye on the kids while he'd fled to the laundry room right of the kitchen. The term 'chicken shit' came to mind as he leaned against his washing machine trying to figure out what to do. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he selected his family members and Wren and quickly typed a message:

SOS GET HERE NOW!

He hit send and then started to type again:

House invaded by the

He paused, for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain the situation he was facing. They were all moms, they'd come in a group and they all, apparently, wanted him and were offering themselves to him in front of each other and the kids.

House invaded by the horny mom brigade.

He hit send and his phone blew up a moment later with 'lol's, 'lmao's, and 'on our way'.

Then he got Wren's message:

Just parked. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Knowing he needed to get out there before the women decided to try and find his bedroom, Chris took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He opened it and startled when he saw one of the women leaning against the doorframe.

"There you are," she smiled, flipping her hair. "I wondered what you were up to." Her eyes flickered around the laundry room. "This room is a good -"

The sound of the doorbell cut her off and Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he ducked under her arm then all but ran to answer the door. After throwing it open, a large smiled spread across his face when he saw it was Wren. He all but pulled her inside and gave her a big hug.

"You have no idea how happy I am you are here," he muttered to her, holding her in his arms for a minute longer than needed, hoping the horny mom brigade would back off if they thought he and Wren were something.

"They can't be that bad," Wren laughed as she stepped out of his embrace. She smoothed her floral knee length skirt. "Where are the kids?"

Chris's face paled as he realized that the house was too quiet.

"We put a movie on for them," the mom in the black dress said from the entrance to the kitchen. She was holding a wine glass that was half full. "Who's this?"

"This is Wren," Chris told her. "She's my uh -"

Once again, Chris was saved by somebody arriving and he said a silent prayer of thanks when he saw it was his mom, siblings, niece and nephews.

"I'll go check on the kids," Wren offered with a smile. She slipped the strap of her crossbody purse over her head and then tucked it behind a chair so it was out of the way. She quickly said her hellos to Chris's family and then led his niece and nephews to the TV room where Addy and her school friends were watching a movie.

"Well, I assume there is still a lot to do before the other guests arrive," Chris's mom declared. "It will be all hands on deck to get this party ready." She headed into the kitchen, grabbing the wine glass out of black dress's hands as she went. "Thanks, dear. But alcohol at a three year old's birthday party might be a bit much."

Chris waited until everyone else had followed his mom into the kitchen before he did a little happy dance. He didn't feel an ounce of guilt for sticking his mother on the horny mom brigade; they deserved whatever she threw at them.

By the time Chris made it into the kitchen, his mom had everyone doing jobs: skinny jeans was helping Scott fill coolers with juice boxes; red dress was helping his older sister put together vegetable trays; black dress was helping his mom open the Sofia the First themed party plates and cups; and leather skirt was helping his younger sister fill the piñata that Addy had begged him to buy. With the four women occupied, Chris went out to the backyard to make sure both gates were closed and that the party games were ready to go.

It was another fifteen minutes, or so, until more of Addy's classmates arrived. Chris helped her answer the door while Wren, his niece and nephews wrangled the other three year olds. Most of the parents stayed for the party while others made their apologies and promised to be back within two hours time.

The next two hours were complete chaos, at least to Chris. Wren, who was used to dealing with twenty excited kids for eight hours a day, handled it like a pro. She seemed to have a sixth sense about when it was time to do a different activity and when the kids needed to rest for a little bit.

Meanwhile, the horny mom brigade had hidden themselves in the shade of the large tree in the backyard, trying to stay out of Chris's mom's eye line to avoid getting set with another task. It had humored Chris to great lengths that his mom had deemed the four women the perfect volunteers for helping little ones, whose parents had left, get to the bathroom.

Therefore, it was no surprise to anyone, when the horny mom brigade and their offspring were the first to leave the party. It was only after they'd left that the other parents, both moms and dads, started laughing and had informed Chris that the women tried this stunt whenever they knew there was a single dad in the picture. They'd all gotten a kick out of his nickname for them and had asked him to bring his mom with him to future birthday parties that the four women would be attending.

By the time the last party guests and their parents had left, Addy was stretched out on the couch in the TV room passed out from exhaustion and a sugar crash. Chris's family stuck around to help with the major clean up, but they eventually filled out, leaving the last bit of the cleaning to Chris and Wren.

"Thanks for your help today," Chris said as he dried the serving dish she had just washed. "I can honestly say we couldn't have done this without you."

"I love being around kids, you know that," Wren shrugged as she washed a bowl.

"Why don't you have any kids?" Chris asked her as he put the towel down to put the bowl away.

"Because I don't have a husband," Wren replied. "I'm an old fashioned girl, Chris."

"You'll be a great mom someday," Chris stated. His mind instantly went to Jessa and with a crack in his voice, he added, "and your kids will be lucky to have a mom like you."

Chris saw Wren's shoulders tense and then heard her shut off the water. He watched as she turned around and he knew that she'd caught the change in his voice. Turning away from her, he fussed with the dishes in the cupboard in order to get his emotions under control. He wasn't ready, wasn't sure he'd ever be ready, to talk about Jessa.

Only his family knew the real reason behind his and Jessa's divorce and he'd purposefully kept it that way. After all, the last thing he wanted was for the media to splash the fact that Jessa didn't want to be a mom all over the front pages and have his daughter find out one day from one of her classmates.

His mind flashed back to that November afternoon when he'd brought Addy home from a playdate. He'd put her down for a nap and then had gone into the bedroom he'd shared with Jessa, only to find her bags packed and her sitting at the end of the bed waiting for him.

At first, he'd thought she was going on a trip or being called away to fill in for another wardrobe assistant for Marvel, but then she'd handed him a manila envelope and had said the word 'divorce'. She had done some more talking, but all he had heard was 'blah blah I can't do this anymore blah blah blah I never wanted to be a mom blah blah blah.'

"Chris?" Wren's soft voice forced him back to the present. "What's wrong?"

Chris felt her hand on his shoulder and he took a deep breath as the anger he felt at Jessa for abandoning Addy threatened to return. He refused to let that anger affect Wren more than it already had and he refused to ruin an otherwise perfect day.

"I'm ok," he told her as he turned around. "Just had a not so pleasant memory."

"I'm here if you ever need to talk," she said, genuine concern showing on her face. "You know that, right?"

"I do know that," Chris nodded. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close.

Chris knew that Addy would suffer from not having her mom in her life, but he also knew that she would always have his mom, sisters and Wren in her corner. Those four strong women would show her more love than she'd know what do with. Knowing that made his heart hurt a little less for his daughter.

After ending their hug, Chris and Wren returned to their task of washing and drying dishes. It was as they were working that Chris mentioned that he'd recently gotten a job on a television drama that was going to start shooting in Boston in June.

"What are you doing this summer?" he asked. He had planned to have Addy in daycare with his mom and sisters taking up the slack when they could, but when Wren mentioned that she had the summer off, he had started to get an idea.

"I haven't made any plans yet, why?" she asked.

"Do you have any interest in taking care of Addy for me this summer?" he asked. "It will only be during the week and most of the time it will be normal hours, but I do know there will be some night shoots."

"Do you need an answer now?" Wren asked, hesitantly.

"No, I don't," he replied then quickly added, "But please don't feel pressured to say yes. My mom and sisters have already agreed to help. I just thought you and Addy would have fun together."

"I think we would, too," Wren nodded. "But I'll still need to think it over."

"I understand," Chris told her. "Take all the time you need."

They finished doing the dishes and then Wren said her goodbyes. Chris watched from the doorway as she whispered goodbye to Addy and then he followed her to the front door.

"Text me when you get home," he told her as he opened the front door.

"Will do," Wren nodded.

Chris watched as she made her way down the path to the sidewalk. She gave a slight wave as she reached the end and then she started walking to her car, disappearing from his view.

Closing the door, Chris took a deep breath as he leaned against the door. He barely had a minute to himself before he heard Addy call for him. Shaking his head, he pushed off the door and made his way into the TV room where the best part of his life waited for his attention.

Chapter 3

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