#first thing this morning i got up and got pancake batter and half asleep and glasses-less i dropped an egg on the floor
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Oh I IMMENSELY fucked up this morning now I'm gonna be almost an hour late to work đ
#i found out like 10pm last night the car rego expired so id have to make my own way#shift starts at 8. takes about an hour to get there. i checked transport times#tired brain somehow fucks up and ig sets 8 as the 'leave at' instead of 'arrive at' time#i think ok awesome i will take this bus at 8:06 that will get me there 8:47 a whole 13 min early....m#i guess i was also mixed up bc i take that bus in the morning to school at a bit after 8#first thing this morning i got up and got pancake batter and half asleep and glasses-less i dropped an egg on the floor#but anyway i left with my tea and my pancakes and my wits intact....#until i looked down at 7:58 and thought WAIT WHAT THE FUCK I START IN TWO MINUTES WHAT#so i ran. slowed. called my store. thankfully the manager on is really nice but idk if i clearly communicated the scope of my lateness#i just said id be 'pretty late' and he said its alright buddy take your time#god im glad i got him hes a really nice manager very chill#but AHHH MY GOD HOW DID I MESS UP TIMES THIS BAD#I LEFT AT 7:56 INSTEAD OF BEFORE 7!!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!#anyway my bus got me to the station now im waiting for my train. it should be fine-ish but manbhhdhdhehfhf my god#idk if ill work 50min less or stay back an extra 50#but avdhdvhehfhfdbhdhd DUDE IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF
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a morning behind the explosions
pairing: timeskip bakugo x reader (married with kids au)
notes: this was waaayy back in my old drafts so enjoy reading :P
The early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The soft murmur of your childrenâs voices could be heard from the kitchen, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. You smiled, knowing that the morning chaos had already begunâyour two kids were always up bright and early, full of energy, ready to face the day.
You rolled over in bed, only to find that Bakugoâs side of the bed was already empty. You sighed with a smile, knowing exactly where he was.
As you stepped into the living room, you were greeted by the sight of Bakugo, his red eyes narrowed in concentration, wearing a faded âKiss the Cookâ apron over his usual black compression shirt. He was standing at the stove, one hand gripping a spatula while the other tried to balance a skillet full of eggs.
"Good morning," you said, leaning against the doorway with a teasing smile. "Howâs the kitchen going today?"
Bakugo grunted, not turning to face you. âDonât laugh. Iâm making breakfast, alright? The kids wanted pancakes.â
You watched him flip an egg with surprising precision for someone who usually preferred to blow things up rather than cook. Despite his fiery personality, Bakugo had become a surprisingly competent cook over the yearsâespecially after the birth of your first child. He didnât want to admit it, but you knew he loved taking care of his family, even in the little things.
âDo they always expect you to cook?â you asked, stepping into the kitchen and moving to the counter to grab a cup of coffee.
âYeah, well, they love my pancakes,â Bakugo said with a huff, his back still to you. âAnd if I let you cook, theyâll be crying âcause youâre too slow.â
You chuckled, watching as your youngest, a rambunctious four-year-old boy, scampered over to the kitchen table. His bright blond hairâso similar to his father'sâwas a mess, sticking up in all directions.
"Daddy! Can I have the biggest pancake?" he asked, his wide, eager eyes shining up at Bakugo.
"Quit being so damn greedy," Bakugo grumbled, but his voice had softened. He slid a plate of pancakes onto the table for your son. "Eat this first, then weâll talk about the âbiggestâ pancake."
Your heart swelled as you watched Bakugo gently serve his son, his gruff demeanor melting just a little when it came to his kids. It was a side of him that you had fallen in love withâthe fierce hero, the protective husband, the devoted father.
As your son dug into his food, your daughter, who was just a year older, strolled into the room with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, still half-asleep, but already demanding attention.
âMom, can you make my pancakes in the shape of a heart today?â she asked, her voice still sleep-ridden but sweet as can be.
You smiled at her, walking over to give her a quick hug before turning to your husband. âI think sheâs requesting a little extra love this morning,â you teased.
Bakugo rolled his eyes but was already pulling out a second skillet to make heart-shaped pancakes. He didnât say anything, but his subtle smirk told you that he didnât mind.
âAre you still planning to take them to the park later?â you asked, stirring your coffee.
âYeah,â Bakugo replied as he flipped another pancake. âI said Iâd take âem, so I will.â He turned to look at you, his fiery red eyes softening. âYou can stay here and rest. Youâve been working all week. I got this.â
You raised an eyebrow. âIâm not going to sit on the couch while you do all the work.â
âTch, I donât need you hovering over me,â he muttered, but his voice was softer than usual. âItâs not a big deal.â
You gave him a knowing smile, watching as he poured batter into the pan, a small frown on his face as he tried to make sure the pancakes were perfectly shaped. âYouâre getting good at this.â
Bakugo shot you a glare, but there was no heat in it. âYou donât need to act so surprised. Iâm not some idiot who canât learn stuff.â
You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. âIâm not surprised. I love seeing this side of you, you know?â
He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed into your embrace. âShut up,â he muttered, though the faintest blush crept across his cheeks.
Your son, now finished with his pancakes, climbed into Bakugoâs lap. "Daddy, can you play with me later?"
Bakugo gave a small sigh, but the smile that tugged at his lips was soft. âYeah, Iâll play with you after I finish here.â
You watched them, your heart full as you saw the fatherly bond between them. Despite the explosive nature of his quirks and his harsh exterior, Bakugo was, without a doubt, the most dedicated father. And it was in these small, quiet moments that you saw just how much he cherished being a family man.
You grabbed the plates and began setting the table, glancing over at him. "You know, Katsuki, Iâm really proud of you."
He scoffed, but there was no hiding the genuine warmth in his eyes. âTch, donât get all sappy. Iâm just doing what needs to be done.â
You smiled, kissing his cheek quickly before returning to your task. âYeah, I know. But that doesnât mean Iâm not proud of you.â
As the morning unfolded, you all sat down together at the table, sharing breakfast and laughs. The chaos of family life, while loud and often overwhelming, was something you had come to cherish. You didnât need grand gestures from Bakugoâhis love for you and the kids was shown in the small moments, in his quiet care and dedication to making sure everything was right.
And in that moment, surrounded by the noise and joy of your family, you knew that no matter how intense the world got, you had your own little piece of peace right here.
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omg please write prompt 49 with florian wirtz. there is not enough fics of himđ„șđ©
Birthday Cake~Florian Wirtz
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49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing ?" "What did you do?"
It was y/n's birthday. And Florian being her very caring and loving boyfriend, he wanted to make her feel special on this special day.
She was sleeping at his house, and in the morning, Florian woke up before her. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead and silently got up from their bed.
After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth he went to the kitchen. He started off by making a pancake batter which was probably the best thing he can do. He wasn't the best chef, but he would always try for the sake of y/n, since she wasn't the best chef either.
He tried shaping the pancakes as hearts, didn't end up looking really good but the shape was there. After that he cut her some fruits, a banana and some strawberries. He added some syrup before he went to do her iced coffee.
When he finished everything, he placed the plate and coffee on a tray. He did himself some coffee and walked to his room.
y/n was still asleep, her arms wrapped around Florian's pillow. Florian smiled and the cute sight
He placed his mug and the tray on the nightstand, leaning closer to y/n. He pecked her forehead lightly, before moving to her cheeks and kissing them a few times too.
y/n started shifting in her sleep, still asleep. Florian smiled and pecked her lips too. Finally, she opened her eyes with a small smile.
She was met with her sweet boyfriend's contagious smile, his messy hair making his morning face just more perfect
"good morning honey" y/n mumbled, her eyes still half open.
"good morning my sweet girl. happy birthday beautiful" he mumbled back, brushing her hair away from her face. She smiled at him, kissing the hand that was caressing her face.
"I made you some breakfast" he said, handing her the tray. She looked at him in an 'awe', kissing his cheek.
"thank you. that's so thoughtful of you" she pouted, her eyes slightly tearing up.
"don't cry baby. enjoy your food" he said, kissing her forehead before she started munching on her pancakes.
"you know... I've always dreamt about breakfast in bed" she said, her mouth full of her boyfriend's pancakes.
He laughed at her words, kissing her shoulder softly.
"I'm glad I was the first one to do that for you" he smiled.
"oh shit. the girls are supposed to be picking me up in a few" she said glancing at her phone.
Florian nodded, sipping on his coffee. He knew she was gonna go out which made it perfect for him. He was gonna try something new.
"enjoy sweetheart. if you need me just text" Florian kissed her before she left through the door.
He rushed to the kitchen, grabbing his phone and opening YouTube.
"how to make cake for my girlfriend's birthday"
The first video popped up was the video he opened.
He first got all the ingredients needed, and placed them on the counter in from of him.
He started by breaking the eggs, which ended up with a broken egg on the floor and some on his hands. He washed his hands quickly and cleaned the floor, before going back to work.
Time Skip
The cake was in the oven, but at what cost? Florian had flour in his hair and on his clothes, he dropped some oil on his shirt and now they won't go off. That's beside the floor and the counter that were messy.
He sighed, checking the time. y/n was supposed to be home in an hour or so. He runned to his bathroom, taking a shower to clean up.
After the shower, he went through his phone on his bed, before he started smelling something... burning?
His eyes widened at the realization, rushing to the kitchen and opening the oven.
It wasn't that bad but also, he had to cover it up. He groaned, his plan for the cake ruined by the burning of it.
He started first by cutting the burnt parts, throwing them away. He learned a fast way of making whipped cream. Which he did and tried covering up the cake.
But now it was all white and boring. He opened the fridge, trying to find something to design the cake. He found some strawberries which he cut and put around the cake. Then he found some M&Ms which he put in the middle. The cake was decent at end, but as soon as he finished the door of his apartment opened.
He rushed to the door, seeing y/n already taking off her shoes.
"how's my gorgeous girlfriend doing?" he chuckled nervously, making y/n look at him suspiciously
"what did you do?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest with a smile.
"why would you assume I did something?" he laughed anxiously, his eyes avoiding hers.
"well first your avoiding eye contact and second the house smells as if it was on fire" she said in a as a matter-of-fact tone.
Florian slammed his hand against his forehead, making y/n laugh.
"okay i tried something..." he mumbled. He walked her to the kitchen, leading her to where he placed the cake.
Her jaw dropped to the ground as she stared at the badly decorated but adorable cake her boyfriend made for her. Tears filled up her eyes quickly as she turned to Florian
"why are you crying? is it that bad?" he said quickly, making her slap his shoulder
"no stupid. I love this so much" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
He let out a sigh of relief hugging her with same force back.
"this means so much to me you have no idea. thank you so much Florian." she mumbled into his neck. He kissed her head before she removed it from his neck.
"does it taste good tho?" y/n joked, getting a fork from the drawer. Florian gave her a nervous look, shrugging his shoulders.
She took a bite from the cake, her eyes widening, as she swallowed the piece slowly.
"it's...good" she said hesitantly, making Florian's face drop
"oh god is it that bad?" he chuckled.
"maybe a little bit" she said
He laughed, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his arms. He kissed her lips softly and tenderly.
"happy birthday baby. I'll phone the patisserie next to your house to make you another cake." he mumbled against her lips, making her laugh
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steve request because iâm a steve simp first and a person secondâ
no thoughts, head empty, just cooking with steve and trying to have a chill domestic fluff moment but all the kids are over in the other room complaining about how long itâs takingâ
much love bestie <333
Sunday kind of love
a/n: bestie,,this is probably the cutest thing i've ever written. like im OBSESSEDđi hope you enjoy it! credit to the gif owner!
warnings: tooth rotting fluff (it's so cute) no female pronouns are used but the term girlfriend is, steve being madly in love with reader
Winters in Hawkins had two phases. The first phase was the beginning of winter. Colder breezes came by, and it looked a little gloomier than usual. The trees were bare and the colorful leaves that once sat upon the branches were now on the floor, soggy from the frost that painted them overnight. The second phase was your favorite. You'd go to bed with a bare yard and wake up with a white blanket of snow there instead.
It was currently Sunday morning. You woke up with a quiet groan and shivered from the lack of warmth you felt. You reach your hand out feeling for the warm body that was next to you when you fell asleep, but when you don't feel him you lift your head and open your eyes. You pout when you're met with an empty bed, trying to think of where he went but your thoughts are cut short when you hear a noise coming from the kitchen. With a quiet tsk leaving your mouth, you get out of the bed, grab your shorts that were on the floor, and put them on. You shiver from the coolness of the room and walk over to the dresser grabbing the first long-sleeve top you find. Once you slip it over your head you quietly make your way downstairs smiling when you hear him humming a soft tune.
You peek your head around the corner, your heart growing three times its size at the sight in front of you. Steve is biting down on his lower lip as he reads the measurements on the back of the box he's holding. His eyes flick up toward you and he gives you an award-winning smile. You walk into the kitchen, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.
âMorning Stevie.â
âMorning baby,â he mumbles while bringing you closer to him and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. You let out a hum when you start to smell all of the delicious food he's making. Untangling yourself from his arms you turn toward the stove grabbing a piece of bacon Steve had laid out on a plate.
âHey, don't go crazy now. The kids will flip if they don't have bacon with their pancakes.â
You swallow the food that's in your mouth and pop the other half of bacon into Steveâs.
âDid you get eggos for El?â
He nods his head before swallowing his food.
âGot her plate of eggos right here.â
You hop onto the counter and smile when Steve brings over a bowl of pancake batter. He starts stirring occasionally, glancing at you with a smile on his face.
âDo you need help with anything?â
He stops to think about it.
âActually, can you get the hash browns out of the freezer and start cooking them? I already have the pan out for it, all you need is a bit of oil and just put them on the pan.â
You smile and hop off the counter going to the freezer to get started on the hash browns. A comfortable silence falls over you and Steve as you both listen to the song that's playing on the radio. Steve hums along quietly and smiles at what he hears from you.
âSo, when were you going to tell me that you were a master in the kitchen?â
He chuckles. âI wouldn't say master,â he says with a shrug of his shoulders. âI dunno, I guess I just learned along the way. I mean, my parents weren't around and a boyâs gotta eat.â
He flips a pancake onto a plate before pouring more batter on the hot pan.
âFigured I could learn a thing or two while they were gone.â
âBesides throwing insane parties?â you giggle out.
âLast time I checked, you liked those insane parties,â he mumbles while wrapping his arms around you.
âWrong, I liked the boy who threw the insane parties.â
Steve smiles at you. âOh yeah?â
âYeah, do you know if he's single?â
He pretends to think about it before snapping his fingers. âYou know, I think heard he's crazy in love with his beautiful girlfriend.â
You pout.
âDarn, I guess you'll have to do.â you giggle out while leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him.
âLucky me,â he mumbles against your lips. Before the kiss could get passionate you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen then collective groans.
âCan you guys not make out above our food?â Dustin grumbled out while rubbing his eyes.
âGive them a break, they're in love.â
âYeah. They're in love.â Max and El giggled while lightly pushing each other. Soon enough Lucas, Mike, and Will joined their friends in the kitchen all of them mumbling good morning to each other. You smile at them and grab the plate of bacon and hash browns before nodding over at the dining room table.
âGo sit down, Steve and I will bring the food.â
âWe will?â
You shush him before following the kids into the dining room and placing down the plates of food you held. Steve watched with a smile on his face as you asked Will to grab plates. His heart swelled in his chest as Will passed out the plates and you poured everyone a cup of orange juice, rolling your eyes when Mike said he prefers apple juice.
Steve was never sure why his parents got such a big dining table when it was always just the three of them, but right now he's thankful they did. He watches with warm eyes as everyone starts to grab the food that's laid out in front of them, some giggling at the jokes that are being told while the others are still trying to fully wake up. You walk into the kitchen and flip over the pancake that Steve was making earlier.
âYou okay? You almost burnt the pancakes.â
âI love you,â he whispers while wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you close to him.
You both sway to the song on the radio with smiles on your faces.
âI love you too.â
âI want to start a family with you.â
Your eyes widen and Steve laughs a beautiful laugh. He moves some hair out of your face before he continues.
âNot now obviously, but eventually. I want a family and I want it to be with you.â
You lean in, closing the space between you, and give him the softest kiss he's ever received in his life. Steve feels like he's on a cloud, lips following yours as you pull away from him to put the pancake on the plate with the rest.
âWeâll have a family soon Steve.â
He smiles wide and you can see stars in his eyes
âYeah? You mean it?â
You kiss his cheek and grab the pancakes and eggos for the kids.
âI wouldn't have it any other way. For now, let's focus on our other family, yeah?â you asked while gesturing to the kids.
Our family. His heart clenches in the best way possible as the words replay in his head on loop. He grabs the plates out of your hands and kisses the crown of your head, stopping when you grab his arm gently.
âYou know,â you start. His curious eyes looking at you. âJust because we can't have a family yet, doesn't mean we can't practice starting one.â
He tilts his head a bit, confused before it sets in.
âKids!â he shouts, making his way to the dining table. âLet's get you all fed and back to your parents! I'm sure they miss you all so much.â
Dustin grabs a pancake and looks at Steve.
âActually, can I stay here till later? My mom isn't home-â
âYou can stay with Mike.â
You cleared your throat and shook your head. âOf course, you can Dustin, we still have some movies to watch anyways.â
Dustin opens his mouth ready to thank you but stops when he sees Steveâs icy glare.
âYou know what, I think I'll stay with Mike,â he said with a smile.
You walk by Steve pinching his arm, holding back your giggle when he jumps a bit. He follows you into the kitchen.
âYou know, when we have kids theyâre gonna throw off plans a lot.â
Steve shook his head. âNot our kids. Our kids are gonna be the best.â
âOh, are they now?â you challenge.
âOf course they are! All six of them,â he says while backing into the dining room to eat with the kids.
You laugh but stop when you hear what he says.
âWait, did you say six?!â
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With the right person | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Part 2
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha and you had been dating a little over a year when she asked you to come with her to spend the weekend at the Bartonâs. Seeing you with Clintâs kids, makes her want to talk to you about having kids.
Word count: 1.746
Warnings: nausea, pregnancy (r). Mostly just fluff.
A/n: I got carried away, I think this is the most words for a chapter I have ever done haha. Also for anyone looking through my search history it now probably looks like I'm pregnant... One more thing thank you to @yellowvxbes for giving me the idea to write a future part for this story and also giving me a little imagine to start me of with <3
Part 1 | Part 2
* Two years later *
You look at your wedding ring as you think back to the doctorâs appointment you had five days ago. You and Natasha wanted to have another child, a year and a half ago you had adopted your little Emily. Youâre trying for your second child through IUI. Before you started the process your doctor had mentioned that the first few tries were most likely not going to result in you getting pregnant, that on average the third or fourth time were the most successful. Five days ago you had your third appointment, so you were very anxiously waiting until you could take a pregnancy test.
âDarling, can you come here? Emily had a bad dreamâ You hear you wife call out from you daughterâs bedroom. You run into the room and see Natasha holding your crying three year old. âSame one?â Natasha nods âTony is lucky heâs out of town.â
A week ago you had celebrated Emilyâs birthday at the compound. Cooper and Lila were talking about the Battle of New York and Emily wanted to know what that was. Tony offered to enlighten her. At the mention of aliens Emilyâs eyes widened in fear. âTonyâ Natasha snapped. âOh, uhm right sheâs just a kidâ Tony mumbled before saying âdonât worry kid, the aliens arenât here anymore. Theyâre hidden away.â After seeing the expression on Natashaâs face, Tony had quickly left the room.
Emily had nightmares about aliens hiding in her room ever since.
âMommy?â Emily cries out. âYes sweetheart, mommyâs hereâ you say while taking her from Natashaâs arms to hug her tight. You take her to your bedroom while Natasha investigates the room like she promised Emily. âAll clear honey, no monsters hiding in your roomâ Nat says as she comes into your bedroom and kisses Emilyâs forehead. âdo you want me to check in here?â your wife asks as she sees Emily look at the walk in closet. With a small nod, Nat goes in full spy mode looking around the room and clearing spaces.
When sheâs done you softly start singing âIâve got the magic in me, every time I touch that track it turn into gold. Now everybody knows Iâve got the magic in meâ while stroking the young girls hair. When she finally fell into a soft, peaceful sleep, you lay her down on the bed. Natasha tugs her in and kisses her forehead softly.
âYou really do have the magic in you, I love youâ Natasha says laying a hand on your side. âI love you too Nat, good nightâ You intertwine your fingers as you snuggle closer to Natasha, with little Emily in between you.
The next morning you are woken up by giggles. As you open your eyes you see little Emily trying to climb out of the bed. âGood morning sweetheartâ you say as you pull her closer and hug her tight. You look over to your wife, who is still fast asleep next to you âhow about we go make some breakfast for mama?â
About ten minutes later Natasha walks into the kitchen and stops to admire you from the doorway. She smiles at the sight of you and your daughter making pancake batter and giggling in your pajamaâs. âMama!â Emily squeals while running into her arms âgood morning honey. It smells so good in here, what are you making?â she asked while kissing her forehead. âPancakesâ Emily says with a big smile.
âGood morning loveâ she greets you with a kiss on your cheek as you flip the first pancake.
The three of you have breakfast and then get ready for the day. You both had to go to work and since both of you worked at the Avengers compound Emily got to go with you. They added a little daycare for all personnel with kids.
Since you adopted Emily you decided to stop doing field work, instead youâre now one of the combat trainers. Natasha is still an Avenger, but she stopped doing missions where she had to be away from home for more than a week.
A couple hours into work you got a text from Natasha saying that she had to go on a mission later that day, but that she would come say bye before she left. Another few hours passed before Nat showed up at the training facility on the other side of the compound. âHey babe, weâre about to take offâ she says as she pulls you in for a hug. âI should be back on Sunday, Iâll meet you at the Bartonâs?â she questions. You planned to spend the weekend at the Barton farm.
âYes Iâll meet you thereâ you say as you kiss her goodbye âbe safe, I love you Natâ. âAlways and I love you tooâ and with another kiss sheâs off.
When youâre done with work you go pick up your daughter. âWhat do you want for dinner?â you always let her choose what she wanted to eat the day Nat left on a mission. âuhm.. mac and cheese!â you smile at her excitement. âOkay kiddo, letâs go to the store and get some.â
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The next morning you wake up feeling sick. You slowly get up but immediately feel the urge to puke, so you ran to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and went to Ems room to take her downstairs for breakfast. You decide on some cereal, easy and simple. But after a few bites you stand up and ran over to the bathroom again. The feeling of nausea didnât seem to be leaving, so you texted Yelena.
y/n: Can you come over? I need your help with Em.
Yelena: Iâll be there in ten. Wanda is coming too.
Shortly after you hear the front door unlock and you feel the tension in your shoulders leave, knowing there is someone to look after Emily.
In the living room Yelena is met with a worried looking Emily. âHey kiddo, whereâs mommy?â she asks as she lifts her up in her arms. âAuntie Lena, mommyâs sickâ she points in your direction. âOkay, Iâm going to help mommy, how about you go play with Auntie Wanda for a little.â
The girl loved playing with her little Avengers figures and loved it even more when Wanda made them fly for her. So thatâs exactly what Wanda did.
Yelena finds you sitting on the floor next to the toilet. âThank you for coming over Yelâ you say with a small smile you managed to give. âOf course y/n, now tell me whatâs going on. Can I do anything to help?â
âI just feel so nauseous and at the same time I have this weird craving for cheeseburgers at 9amâ you say with a confused look on your face. Yelena looks you up and down âdo you think you might be-â before she can finish her sentence you grab her arm with your eyes wide âdo you?â
âOnly one way to find out right. I can get you some tests from the store if you want?â
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Half an hour later youâre sitting on the couch with Wanda on your left and Yelena on the right with Emily in her lap. On the table in front of you the pregnancy test lays facing away from you. In your hand your phone is counting down the minutes until the test is done. You hold both Yelenaâs and Wandaâs hands as youâre nervously awaiting the results.
Then the timer goes off, but youâre afraid to look, so you ask Wanda too. She leans forward and grabs the test. The outcome still faced away from you. Your eyes are locked on Wanda. A smile creeps up her face when she tells you the test is positive. Happy tears stream down your face as you slump back into Yelena, releasing all the tension you were holding.
Yelena hugged you tight while congratulation you. After Wanda gave you a hug as well, you turned to your daughter. âRemember when mama and I were telling you about maybe getting a little brother or sister? Itâs going to take some time, but here in mommyâs tummy a little sibling is growing.â Emily places a hand on your stomach âin here?â she says while looking at stomach.
âDo you guys have plans this tonight or tomorrow? Weâre going to the Bartonâs and I want to tell Nat the news there and would love for you to be there.â
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The four of you arrive at the Bartonâs, when youâre done saying your helloâs you ask Laura if the two of you can have a moment while Yelena and Wanda hang out with the kids.
In the kitchen you start âI was wondering if you could make Emily a t-shirt, one like you made for Nathaniel to reveal his name.â Laura gets some juice boxes from the fridge âyeah of course, I still have all the stuff I would need upstairs. What you want it to say?â
âSo I would like it to say Big sisterâ Lauraâs jaw drops and she runs over to you. âare you serious? Oh Iâm so happy for you! Does Nat know?â she says full of excitement while sheâs hugging you.
âI found out this morning, so she doesnât know yet. I was hoping you could make the shirt and Emily and I could tell her here tomorrow.â
You walk out to hand the kids the juice boxes while Laura goes to make the t-shirt. When Laura gets done she helps Emily put it on to see how it looks.
When she did you heard jet engines coming closer. You quickly grab Emily her jacket and put it on, zipping it up. In case itâs Nat and Clint coming back early.
It was, you hugged Natasha tight while greeting her. Emily runs in for a hug as well, when Natasha puts her down again she asks âMama can you help take my jacket off?â just like you practiced.
Natasha kneels down to unzips the jacket and takes it off Emily, who is puffing out her chest to make sure her mama would see the shirt. Natasha reads the shirt and looks up at you. You nod with tears in your eyes. Natasha gets up and runs into your arms. You stay like that until both your faces are covered with tears. You put your foreheads together âI canât believe in nine months Emily wonât be the baby anymore.â Natasha whispers.
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transatlanticism
pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)
warnings: heavy grief talk. sad peter. sad reader. lots of talk about gwen. post tasm2, you're in college. major hurt/comfort for the both of you. fluff but in a sad way? lol. you, peter, and gwen were all close in high school. peter and gwen still dated. you and peter are dating.
summary: the first anniversary of gwen's death has arrived with a cold wind and a blanket of grief for both you and peter. but you have each other for warmth.
i couldn't seem to fall asleep so this came out of that. it's 5am, i did proofread and slightly edit this but otherwise it's pretty raw. my heart hurts and i need to give peter so many hugs.
named after this song. if you wanna listen while you read. i basically wrote this while having it on repeat.
As soon as you woke up and rolled over to find Peter staring blankly at the ceiling, you knew something was wrong. It only came to your sleepy brain once you went to check the time, and your eyes glanced at the date.
It had officially been a year since Gwen had died.
Leading up to the date, Peter had been having more and more off days, so you knew today would be really hard for him. It would be hard for you, too. The three of you had been inseparable in high school, even with Peter and Gwen dating, they never made you the third wheel. And you never felt that way. Maybe Peter got a little too touchy with her when you hung out, but Gwen was always quick to put him in his place.
God, you missed her.
"How long have you been awake, baby?" You spoke softly, not wanting to be too loud. As if it would disrupt the quiet, or break the fragile tension that seemed to hang in the air at the unspoken anniversary the two of you were painfully aware of.
"Couple hours. Couldn't get back to sleep." He never took his eyes off the ceiling, letting out a sigh through his nose. You nodded. After a few moments, you gently, carefully pressed your hand into his where it was lying face up next to his head on the pillow. He didn't pull away, just gave your palm a firm squeeze. To say I know and I'm glad you're here at the same time.
Another few minutes passed as you just watched Peter get lost in his thoughts, the only sign he was still aware of you and his surroundings being his thumb. It was rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand, every so often dragging rhythmically up and down the side of your hand instead.
"You hungry, bub?" You whispered. Peter seemed to consider his feelings for a moment, clearly lost thinking about other things.
"A little," he paused, finally turning his head to look at you. His warm brown eyes, usually crinkled with a sleepy grin in the mornings, were instead still soft, but swam with emotion. It hurt your heart. "Pancakes?"
"Sure," you gave him a weak smile, half-assed but only what you were able to manage in the heavy air. He returned a similar expression. Another squeeze to your hand. You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before slipping out of the covers to get up. The laminate was cold under your feet, sending a chill up your spine and matching the one that had settled over your heart. You pushed it to the side and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Wash your face. Wake yourself up a bit.
Routine was supposed to be comforting, right?
Eventually, you arrived in the kitchen and threw together some pancake batter, having memorized how to by now with how Peter seemed to be obsessed with your pancakes. You were thankful that learning to cook was working out, since otherwise the two of you would be drowning in ramen and takeout. Well, more than you already were as two nineteen year old college students living on their own.
As you were locked in a staring contest with the skillet on your tiny little stove, you nearly jumped out of your skin when Peter pressed himself against you from behind, his arms coming to hold you tightly. He left a kiss on your shoulder before mumbling into the fabric of his old t-shirt you had claimed as pajamas months ago.
"Smells good, baby," he took a deep breath, steeling himself in your presence. Something to ground him. Keep him moving forward. "Can I help?"
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Breakfast got made in relative silence, the clinking of utensils and sizzling of bacon the soundtrack to the task at hand. You were just glad Peter was up and around. The last time it was this heavy was the first month after her death. He hardly left his bed, and if he wasn't there, he was clinging to you, holding on to your very presence to remind him to keep moving. You both shared your grief, finding comfort and solace in each other than eventually bonded your friendship even closer than before. And a few intense moments later, you supposed you were dating. There was no "will you go out with me?" or any formal question, it just kind of happened. Suddenly, kissing goodbye was normal. Holding hands. Not being able to sleep without the other.
It didn't come without guilt. From both of you. But talk after talk, you both knew in your hearts that it was what you needed. Gwen was special, always would be, especially for Peter. She had a hold on his heart that would never go away, but there was more than enough room for you. He knew his heart would always be held in both of your hands, but he knew it would be safe. No matter how much hurt seeped into it whenever he thought about Gwen. You were always there. And you understood.
The two of you decided to eat on your small balcony, overlooking New York as it woke up for the day. Peter rested his head on your shoulder, a position you would never believe was comfortable considering his height, spending more time poking at his eggs than eating them. It took forty minutes for him to finish his plate, when it usually took about five to scarf down the food. But you didn't mind. Never would. You were glad you got to come to terms with waking up for one of the worst days of the year with him. Just his weight against you settled the pain in your heart to a dull throb. More present than ever, but bandaged up with the knowledge that it would get easier.
As Peter rinsed off the dishes to place in the sink to wash later, you leaned against the counter, watching his hands as he worked. The two of you had the day off, no responsibilities to take care of, so you were trying to figure out what to do so you wouldn't just spend the day sad in bed.
By the time he was finished, you were so caught up in planning you didn't hear the water shut off, or notice Peter wiping his hands dry on a towel. You only noticed when he pressed close to you again, kissing the side of your head. You let his arms come to wrap around you, reaching up to hold the arm of his around your front.
"I need to shower," he seemed to say absent-mindedly, until he directed his next words at you. "Will you...?"
"Of course, Pete." You knew what he meant without saying it. He didn't want to separate from you, even for a moment. Alone with his thoughts, especially today, was a dangerous game he didn't want to play. And part of him felt protective over you, when the ghost of his past failures felt like it was breathing down his neck.
The shower was filled with gentle touches and soft music. Something slow, quiet, and comforting to match the care each of you took to help wash the other's hair, your bodies. Peter began to press kisses across the planes of your skin, chaste, but still loving as ever. Until he got a little too close for comfort with a still soapy part of your shoulder, which left him spitting and scowling. The first laugh, in a day that felt so void of such joy, escaped your lips before you could stifle it. Peter's eyes softened back into that warm, content glow at the sound. Even with the bitter taste of soap lingering in his mouth, he couldn't help but grin. A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest, one you could feel from the hand still pressed against it. He chased after your laughter with a kiss, one that made you pull away too soon for his liking, although the giggle that tinkled out of you sent a comforting warmth down to his toes.
"You still taste like soap."
He just grinned and left a wet kiss on your cheek instead.
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After your shower, the blanket of grief having been lifted just a bit to give you some air, Peter asked you to go with him to visit Gwen. You agreed, of course. Peter had never gone with you to her grave; the two of you had always visited separately. You knew it was something deeply personal for him, as it was for you, and you had never pushed that boundary because there was no reason to. But this step he was taking made you proud of him, and made yourself feel secure, knowing he trusted you this much to let you in. And you felt immense relief, knowing you wouldn't have to go alone. Visiting alone always left you in tears that seemed to not be able to subside for days. And you're not sure you could get past that on your own anymore. Especially today.
It was cold outside. Overcast. Not freezing, but enough to make your bones ache a little and your body shiver if the breeze hit you right. The cemetery was a bit of a walk from your apartment, sure, but Peter's hand in yours helped make it worth it. He made simple conversation as you went along, every so often swinging your hands just so between the two of you. A habit that not even a somber mood could break. It was comforting.
His soft chocolate curls shifted in the light wind as you waited for the crosswalk together, and you couldn't help but stare. That worried crease between his eyebrows was still prevalent, had been ever since this morning.
"You're staring." He interrupted your train of thought.
"You okay, bug?"
"...Not really." A squeeze to your palm. The crosswalk light changed and the two of you moved along with the handful of other people going the same direction. Peter was quiet for a moment before returning the question to you. "How are you doing?" You just gave him a weak smile in lieu of a reply. He understood immediately, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The two of you reached Gwen's resting place with no troubles, having been there so many times before. You gently placed the flowers you'd brought, ones Peter helped pick out, in front of the stone. Peter pulled you into his side, arm grasping onto your waist under your jacket snugly. You just rested your head against his chest as you both stood there, letting yourself finally remember and grieve. It was as if a brick smashed through the wall you'd been meagerly holding up all day, tears spilling from your eyes and over your cheeks without pause. It wasn't a sob, or a loud cry even, just silence until you took in a heaving breath that Peter took as confirmation you had let go. He had, too, nearly the same time as you, the memories and image of Gwen in his arms, no longer bright and eager and full of quips to give him at any notice. He took a deep breath as the tears rolled down his own face, fully pulling you into an embrace that you both needed. He rested his chin on the top of your head as you both just cried. No words, just sniffles and the rustle of fabric underneath his fingers in an impossible attempt to pull you so much closer. The way he needed.
"I miss her so much, Pete." Your voice came out cracked, broken, and watery. Any words of comfort died in his throat.
"I know," was all that came out. Hoarse. "I do, too." He murmured, burying his nose in your hair. He hugged you even tighter, anything to press you as close as possible to him. Peter didn't know what else to say. Especially not when you looked up at him with such teary eyes, chest heaving, trying to even out your breaths. He hated this. Hated knowing you felt the same pain that lingered in his chest on bad days, and even crept up sometimes on good ones. It was something no one deserved to feel, especially not you. Not you when all you did was try and heal him. Give your heart and bare your soul without any doubt, because you trusted him. He felt the same with you, but he wished he could fix this. He was never any good at helping situations that can't be fixed with webs, spidey sense, math, geometry; not even a hug. It sent him into despair.
You sensed yourself that he was tumbling down that rabbit hole again, and you reached right down to catch him with your hands still at his neck, still in his hair, and your eyes holding his in a desperate, loving gaze. Peter somehow found the ability to form words now, crawl up and out of that hole, although he couldn't help feeling that they were useless.
"Are we ever going to be okay?" His voice barely reached above a whisper, matching the light breeze as it drifted across the graveyard. Shifting the trees, blowing the petals of the flowers so tenderly placed at the grave next to you.
"Mostly," was all you could muster. It was the truth. Grief lightened, it slowly drifted away, but never fully released its claws from your heart. You both knew that. Even just a year let you feel that.
Peter shut his eyes, pushing his forehead against yours in an attempt to be as close as possible. He shielded you from the cold, hands warm underneath your jacket as he clutched you near.
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my gift for the wonderful @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers as part of the @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! i hope you love this sweet bit of fluff as much as i loved writing it <3
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Cas has fought celestial battles. He has seen the rise and fall of human civilizations, he has razed cities and healed kings, and he has been the only thing outside of Godâs control. Yet somehow, someway, he is being bested by a pan of scrambled eggs.
He lets out a string of curses he would never have even dreamed of fifteen years prior, and carefully carries the smoking pan to the trash can. He dumps as much of the blackened lump as he can unceremoniously into the trash can and sticks the pan, still coated in bits of burned eggs, back on the stove.
Cas is trying to make breakfast to bring to Dean in bed. Heâs doing okay, he thinks, except now there just wonât be any eggs. Or pancakes. (Cas actually thought the batter turned out pretty nicely, but when he went to pour the first bit into the pan, his hand slippedâhe spent a good twenty minutes cleaning all of that up.) At least thereâs still bacon. Shit, the bacon!
Cas rips the oven open, still cursing, and just barely remembers to put an oven mitt on before he pulls the pan out. Thank God, the bacon is on just the right side of burnt, sizzling and crispy but not blackened yet. He breathes a sigh of relief, and sets the pan down carefully beside the other on the stove. Well, Deanâs always enjoyed bacon the mostâif breakfast is just that, it wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.
Cas figures he can at least make some toast to go with it. Unfortunately, he forgot to buy more bread at the store yesterday, so there are only three pieces left, two of which are end pieces. He toasts them all, gnawing on a thumbnail and trying to convince himself that Dean wonât hate all of this.
Cas has only been back, free from the Empty and fully human, for a month. Itâs been a good month, mostly, full of reunions and laughter and slowly but surely figuring things out. He and Dean share a bed now, share a life in a way they never did before, and itâs good. Cas is learning to be human again, and every step of the way, Dean is with him, endlessly patient and gentle with all of it, seemingly happy just to be with him at all. And Cas gets to kiss Dean when he wants, gets to hold his hand and brush his fingertips along the crinkles at the corners of Deanâs eyes, and every day, he gets to tell Dean he loves him.Â
The only problem, really, is that Dean hasnât said it back yet.
Cas knows Dean loves him. Itâs clear nowâit was clear from the moment he stumbled out of the Empty and into Deanâs trembling armsâand Cas understands that Dean shows it in different ways than words. He shows it in the way he sat with Cas for an hour helping him learn to tie his shoes, the way he makes PB&Js without complaint whenever Cas requests them, the way he slides his hand into Casâs while driving and runs his thumb back and forth along Casâs palm. Regardless of whether he says it out loud, Dean loves Cas with such ferocity that Cas sometimes worries he canât match it.Â
So Cas is doing what he can: heâs making breakfast in bed.
He arranges the limited food on an old wooden tray, along with two mugs of steaming coffee and a jar of Deanâs favorite apricot jelly that he did remember at the store. Cas studies his handiwork critically, then adds a few napkins (amidst all the change, Dean remains a very messy eater). The end result looks nice, Cas thinks. Better than he worried it might, at least.
Slowly, carefully, Cas makes his way out of the kitchen, and to the bedroom he now shares with Dean. The door is cracked from when Cas left earlier, and he can see the corner of the bed, the way Deanâs pulled all the blankets over to his side. Cas smiles at how familiar thatâs become latelyâit seems that with the luxury of his own bed, Dean is loath to share the covers; Cas steals them back all night long, but it works out because Dean puts up with his kicking.Â
He creeps in and sets the tray down on his bedside table. Then, unable to resist, he slips back under the covers and wraps his arms around Dean. Dean stirs somewhat awake, and wiggles back into Cas with a satisfied hum.Â
âMorning, sunshine,â Dean says sleepily. âWhereâve you been? âS early.â
âUh, I wasâŠâ Cas glances back at breakfast, and he thinks it looks measly now, small and poorly put together. âI made breakfast. For you to eat in bed.â
â...You made me breakfast in bed?â
âYeah,â Cas says quietly, tucking his face in Deanâs neck, enjoying the closeness but also trying to hide his embarrassment. âIs that okay?â
âWhat? âCourse it is.â Dean sounds like heâs smiling, and Cas can see it in his mindâs eye, that dreamy thing that only comes out when Dean is extremely relaxed. âItâs sweet.â
âSweet,â Cas says, testing the way the word feels in his mouth.
âYeah.â Deanâs still half-asleep, unfiltered and unencumbered in a way he rarely is, even now. âYouâre real sweet to me, Cas. Always are.â
âEven though the breakfast isnât good?â
âWhat?â
Cas sighs. âI messed up the pancakes and the eggs, and there wasnât enough bread. It doesnât look good like it does when you make breakfast.â
âI donât care about that,â Dean says, a little more awake, his voice sure and strong. âIâd eat concrete if you made it for me.â
At that, Cas feels the knots in his stomach begin to unwind, feels his heartbeat slow to match Deanâs. He kisses the back of Deanâs neck, lips lingering on sleep-warm skin. Dean shifts closer.
âWeâd better get up,â Dean murmurs. âDonât want the coffee to get cold.â
âOr the bacon.â
âYou made bacon?â Dean sits straight up in bed, sniffing around in the air like a bloodhound and apparently completely awake. Cas rolls his eyes and flops over into the warm spot he left behind, pulling the covers up and over himself again. âI canât believe I didnât smell that. Damn, Cas. You outdid yourself.â
âI donât know about that,â Cas says. He peeks around the blankets as Dean grabs the tray and settles it over his legs eagerly. âItâs notââ
âOh hell yeah!â Dean looks down at him with a brilliant smile that seems to make everything else around them go dim. âYou got the apricot jelly stuff?â
âYeah.â One thing Cas had done right. âI picked some up at the store the other day. I know itâs your favorite.â
Inexplicably, Deanâs ears go red. âThanks, Cas.â
âOf course.â Cas sits up and studies Deanâs face like he has for years. Deanâs expression is a little difficult to read, but heâs still smiling. Cas feels himself start to smile, too. âSo this is okay? You like it?â
âDude.â Dean looks at him incredulously, but itâs good-natured, fond. âYouâre as bad as me. Iâm telling you, this is great. I donât think Iâve ever had breakfast in bed before. And itâsâŠâ Dean goes red again, this time all the way to the apples of his cheeks, but he continues on valiantly. âNobodyâs ever done the shit you do for me. And Iâm so fucking lucky, itâs ridiculous, and IâŠâ The hush of their bedroom seems to grow, to expand, as Dean glances at the tray then back at Cas with some huge emotion behind his eyes. âI love you.â
Cas blinks. âYouââ
âI love you.â Dean says again.
âYou love me,â Cas repeats breathlessly. He knew it would come eventually, he did, but thisâthis is worth the wait.
âI love you.â Dean laughs like he canât quite believe it, like heâs so happy itâs ridiculous, itâs impossible. âHoly shit, there it is. I said it. I love you. You made me breakfast in bed, and I fucking love you.â
Cas surges up, unable to hold himself back any longer. He takes Deanâs face in his hands and kisses him as deeply as he can, as deeply as heâs ever wanted to. Dean is surprised at first, but meets Cas in the middle like he always does, takes what Cas gives him and then takes some more. They only separate when the tray is in danger of tipping all of their breakfast over onto the floor.
âLetâs eat first?â Dean says sheepishly. âAnd drink the coffee?â
Casâs face hurts from how hard heâs smiling. âYeah. Okay.â
So they sit side-by-side in bed on top of the covers, sharing bacon and toast, sipping coffee between secret little smiles, and Cas relishes every bit of it, every human moment. He watches Dean chew, enraptured by the image he makes: the sunlight behind his head a halo, the holiness of his soft grey shirt and sleep-mussed hair, and all of it, eclipsed the golden shine of a soul Cas can no longer see but can feelâeven in his humanity, he knows he can feel it.Â
âI love you,â Cas says.
And when Dean says it back, his face is more beautiful than anything in heaven.
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Just Friends (Reader x Chris Evans)
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Prompt: âyou say we are just friends, but friends donât know the way you tasteâ but with a happy ending? - Anon
Warnings: R rating, Some sexual content/Smut, Minors DNI. Brief mentions of/allusions to anxiety.
Authors Notes: This is my first prompt fill on here in years, so I might be a little rusty any feedback is appreciated, please let me know if thereâs anything I missed warning or tagging. I also didnât intend for this to be so long but I got a little carried away with it.
When you and Chris first met, you had been young, wide eyed, fresh faced kids. He was barely 20, filming at your old high school, and you a member of the local theatre group were recruited as an extra. You had graduated a year prior and were coming to the end of your gap year, you would be going to college in a few short months. After seeing each other in passing on set, you and Chris had your first conversation in the kraft services trailer, both leaning in to grab the last remaining bagel. After a back and forth of âyou take itâ âno youâ âseriously its okayâ you agreed to split it and thus began your friendship.
It was weird, from that first day you had a connection like neither of you had experienced with anyone else. You talked daily, would be each otherâs dates to your friends weddings, hung out with each otherâs families without the other around. You were mistaken for boyfriend and girlfriend many times throughout your years of friendship but that was never what it was about. Youâd both dated plenty, often times ending relationships because the person you were seeing couldnât deal with your closeness to each other. But for you both that was just how it was, and if they couldnât accept it then they werenât worth your time. Maybe they were right, you had always had a crush on Chris, and you had a feeling it was reciprocated but youâd always had an understanding, a common ground that you were friends and thatâs all youâd ever needed to be.
The first time you had edged into more than friends territory was on Chrisâ 37th birthday. You had thrown him a party at his house and he had been a little, okay a lot drunk and while you werenât far behind him you were still sober enough to take care of his messy ass. After everyone had left you had attempted to clean up a bit, collecting garbage and wiping down the kitchen, the whole time Chris was passed out on his couch. You had managed to wake him enough to get him up and into his bedroom, out of his jeans and shoes and into his bed. You bought him a glass of water and two Advil placing them on his beside table, him grabbing your wrist as you placed the water down, pulling you on top of him into a half hug as he tended to do when he was drunk. Heâd always been touchy when he was drunk, letting his hands linger on you longer than normal but it had always been innocent. He mumbled something into your ear, something heâd said a million times, and you replied the same response you had given a million more. But what he said next had changed it all.
âNo, not like thatâ
It stopped you in your tracks because what did he mean not like that. It had to be like that. It had always been like that. This wasnât how this went. Not for the two of you. You werenât âthoseâ friends.
âThen like whatâ you had whispered, panic setting in, soberness hitting you like a Mack truck as you looked back at him. But of course he had fallen asleep again, dead to the world, arm wrapped around your waist as you perched on the edge of his bed. Silence filling the air except for the light snoring he was emitting.
The next morning you had been awoken by clattering coming from the kitchen. Stumbling out of the guest room you walked in to Chris attempting to make breakfast, standing in the door way you watched him, his eyes squinted and slow moving, lingering proof of his previous inebriation. He was making blueberry pancakes, it was a post birthday tradition, but you were usually the one who made them for him on the day after his birthday.
Seeing him standing there sliding another half burnt pancake onto the stack he had started made you smile, he tried bless him, but he was never great in the kitchen. The conversation from last night soon flooded your memory and you couldnât stop yourself.
âWhat did you meanâ
Chris looked up from pouring more batter into the pan, finally noticing your presence.
âMorningâ he mumbled, clearly not fully awake yet âWhat do you mean, what did I mean?â
âLast night, in your room, you said you loved me...â
âI always say I love you?â He let out a low chuckle but looked confused, you werenât sure if he really didnât remember or if he was just pleading ignorance, usually you were quick to spot if he was lying but this time your radar couldnât pin it. He turned his attention back to flipping the pancake in the pan.
âYeah but when I said I love you too bestie... you said âNo, not like thatâ what did you mean?â
His head snapped up, redness filling his cheeks, and it was in that moment that you had known things were changing whether you had wanted them to or not.
âOhâ you said, your breath escaping you, as the realization hit.
âYeahâ he said eyes focused on the pancake burning in the pan.
âChris...â
He pulled the pan off the stove dumping the last pancake on the plate before placing the pan in the sink letting the cold water run over it before turning back to face you.
âI donât...what do you want me to sayâ He started, raising his voice slightly, obviously flustered. âYou want me to say I was drunk and didnât know what I was saying? Because I cant okay, I canât say that. Would I have said it if I were sober? No, probably not...in fact definitely not. But I did and I canât take it back or just pretend I didnât because I do love you, Iâve always loved youâ
âIâve always loved you too Chrisâ you looked up, your eyes connecting with his blue ones.
âYeah, but not in the same wayâ he stepped around the counter standing in front of you now, his frame towering over yours.
âSaid whoâ
âWhatâ
âWho said I donât love you in the same way?â
Chris lunged forward, one hand grasping your waist, the other coming up to cup your face as he leant down, his lips pressing against yours gently. It took you a second to realize what was happening before your hands found their way around his neck pulling him down to you, deepening the kiss.
From that day onward you became the friends who make out occasionally, it wasnât the right time for you to try and be anything more, yes you loved each other, more deeply than you first understood but your lives were all over the place, you were rarely in the same city for more than a few weeks at a time and Chrisâ career was exploding more than ever. It wasnât the right time. So youâd both take what you could get when you could get it and that was enough for either of you.
It wasnât until Chrisâ 38th birthday a year later that you let things go any further. He had wanted a small celebration, so you had gone to dinner with a few friends, had a few drinks and then headed back to his place to watch a movie. You had been cuddled up on the couch, passing a beer back and forth between you when he placed it down on the coffee table, his hand sliding down your thigh, before pulling you into his lap. You had placed your knees on either side of his thighs, your hands on his shoulders while his trailed down your sides and over your hips before slowly moving to cup your ass. You leant down to place a soft kiss on his lips, him reattaching them as soon as you pulled away, biting your lower lip roughly.
There was something different in the way he was kissing you, the way he was touching you, more heat, more passion. Your hands were running down his chest as his grip on your ass tightened, holding you close to him, the intensity taking over. Before you knew it your shirt was on the floor and his hands were sliding up your back as your lips found their way to his neck. There was a tenacity in every movement, every touch, every kiss. His hands finding the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease and discarding it with your shirt on the floor. He pulled away slightly, his eyes raking over your body perched on top of him, eyes filled with need and want, pushing up to connect your lips once again as you could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you through his jeans. His large hands sliding to your thighs before standing you both up, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair.
He stumbled his way into his bedroom laying you down on his bed placing a soft kiss to your lips before hurriedly kissing down the side of your neck and chest, between your breasts and down to your belly button stopping at the waist of your jean shorts, fingers dancing over the button as he looked up at you, eyes questioning as if to get the go ahead, you nodded gently. He slid your shorts and underwear down your thighs, discarding them and grabbing at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before sliding off his jeans and boxers. You let your eyes trail his body as he situated himself between your legs leaning down to kiss you again.
âAre we really gonna do thisâ he laughed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
âI think soâ you blushed, eyes meeting his once again, yours filled with anticipation, his with desire.
When you woke up the next morning, your head on his chest, his fingers running through your hair, you didnât know how to feel, but you knew things were moving into a far more complicated territory.
The two of you went on this way for a while, hanging out with friends and family as if nothing had changed, but when it was just the two of you it was different, intimate. When you were away from each other you facetimed daily, you shared everything, you always had but now it felt like everything you were used to but magnified. When he was gone you missed him, when you were together you felt complete. It was so familiar but so new at the same time. At this point you were dating without the title, which had been fine with you both, you liked what you had together it was easy, simple, no pressure.
In early August you had moved in, the apartment you rented was being sold and Chris insisted it would be helping him, and besides he had said, you were there whenever he was anyway. You had your own room but it was rarely used, most nights falling asleep together in Chrisâ bed, both finding you slept better when you were together. It was one of those nights, curled up in his bed, Dodger at your feet, watching a rerun of some sitcom when Chris had asked you if you would go to Toronto with him the next month, his latest film Knives Out was premiering at the film festival there and he had been equal parts excited and nervous about it. You had been taken aback at first, sure youâd visited him on set before and attended a few premieres but this felt different.
âYou want me to?â You sat up turning to face him.
âObviouslyâ he laughed âIâd take you everywhere with me if I couldâ
âAww cuteâ you chuckled pinching his cheek as he kissed the tip of your nose.
âI have press a lot of the time, but you could hang out do some sight seeing, then come to the premiere with me?â
âWith you...or with you?â
âWhichever one means I get to have you beside me on the red carpetâ
âI donât know Chris...you know that will start a shit stormâ you knew how bad the rumours that had started when fans spotted you just attending the premiere for the last Avengers movie had been, and while it really didnât bother you, you didnât want it to have an affect on his career.
âHonestly? I donât care.â
âOkayâ you knew he wouldnât say it but you could tell from his face that he was feeling anxious about it âIâll come with you, but if you decide any time that youâd rather walk the carpet alone thats okayâ
âI wonâtâ he reassured you, placing a kiss to your temple.
The day of the premiere came around quickly, Chris had been doing press for the past couple of days and you had spent most of your time exploring the cities sights. Chris held true to his word and didnât change his mind about you walking the carpet with him. He had been a ball of nervous energy since you had woken up, you had left him eating breakfast to go take a shower and start getting ready for your day.
When you came out of the bathroom towel wrapped around you tightly, wet hair loose and ready to be dried you had found him pacing the hotel room in his underwear trying to keep himself busy, it was something that would put most people on edge but you had seen this so many times before with him, always getting in his head, always doubting himself and usually you were able to talk him down easily, but this time you had decided to try a different method.
Calling his name you let go of the grip you had on your towel letting it drop to the ground as he looked up having not previously noticed you had come back into the room, freezing instantly eyeing the curve of your body, a slight smirk across his face.
âWhatâs this forâ he laughed as he closed the gap between you, hands finding your hips as you rested yours on his chest.
âYou needed to get out of your headâ you whispered as your lent up to kiss him, one hand sliding down his chest and finding its way into his boxers taking his length in your hand and stroking it slowly as you felt it harden beneath your grip. You pecked his lips before dropping to your knees on the plush hotel carpet pulling his boxers down with you. You pumped him a few more times with your hand before letting your tongue lick over his head tasting the saltiness of pre-cum. You took him halfway into your mouth, letting your warmth surround him before pulling off and sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. Surrounding him with your mouth once more, this time dropping down deeper and with more intent, you hand finds its way to play with his balls, Chris letting out a breathy moan. You started to bob your head up and down as his hand found its way into your hair guiding you as his hips began to thrust, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each movement. It didnât take long before he was warning you that he was about to cum, and cum he did, hard and fast right down your throat as you swallowed the taste of him before letting his cock slide out of your mouth. Chris pulled you up from the floor crashing his mouth into yours, tasting the remnants of himself on your tongue as he guided you back to the bed determined to make you cum just as hard as he had.
An hour later you found yourself in the shower for the second time that day, this time joined by Chris. You took your time, him massaging shower gel onto your back, while you reached up lathering and rinsing out the shampoo from his hair. You made sure to gently scrape your fingers along his scalp the way you knew, from many nights laying on the couch fingers curled in his hair as he fell asleep in your arms, relaxed him. Once you got out of the shower you realized Chrisâ stylist and the hair and make up artist you had insisted on hiring yourself would be showing up any second.
By the time you were in the car waiting to pull up to the carpet Chris had seemingly relaxed, he held your hand the entire car ride over but you knew he was in a much better place mentally and that the second he got out he would turn on his charm and have everyone eating out of the palm of his hand the way he always did. When it was time to get out of the car Chris stepped out first leaning in to offer you his hand as you stepped out behind him, you could here the gasps of fans and media alike, all surprised that Hollywoodâs most eligible bachelor had bought a date. Chris had pulled you into his side at the photo area, his hand on your hip as you placed yours on his chest posing for the cameras. You had been surprisingly pretty calm about the whole thing until that moment, cameras flashing in your face and paparazzi screaming from behind their barricade for you to look in twelve directions at once. It was overwhelming and something you don't think you could ever get fully used to.
âJust breatheâ He whispered to you out of the side of his mouth, knowing that you had started to spiral.
After what felt like an hour but was probably ten minutes Chrisâ team moved you along to the press portion of the carpet, you had expected to just stand back with the team while Chris answered questions from reporters from all of the different networks and publications but he had refused to let go of your hand as he approached the first reporter so you found yourself next to him through it all. Of course the first question was about you, and you just knew every headline tomorrow would mention it. It used to frustrate you, how the media would hone in on any female he was seen with, making the story about that and not the hard work he was doing, but you knew they were just trying to sell papers, page click and views.
âSo who do you have here with you todayâ the reporter smiled tilting her head in your direction
âThis is my best friendâ Chris started before motioning for you to finish, that was one of the many things you had always loved about Chris, he never wanted you to feel like you were in his shadow, you had your own voice and you could use it. You introduced yourself to the reporter who asked a few questions about how you met and then switched to talking about the movie. After a few more interviews that went in a similar fashion you were escorted into the theatre for the screening, Chris took your hand as the two of you sat side by side in the theatre waiting for the film to start. You had enjoyed it a lot and really loved seeing this side of Chrisâ acting ability. When the movie was done he joined some of the cast at the front of the theatre for a quick question and answer session for the attendees before you all headed to the after party.
Chris had introduced you to some of his cast mates, and reintroduced you to a few you had met previously during a quick visit to set one afternoon. You had downed a few glasses of champagne by the time you were ready to leave the party, tipsy but not quite drunk. The two of you found your way back to your hotel, and you laughed as you entered the elevator remembering something you had thought about mid interview earlier that day.
âWhat?â Chris laughed pushing the button for your floor and leaning against the back of the elevator, as you pulled off the heels that you hadnât realized until that moment were killing your feet.
âEarlier...I almost made the worst comment in the middle of that E! Interviewâ
â....oh god what were you gonna say?â He chuckled, amused at your tipsy candour.
âWell you introduced me as your friend...â
âYeah....â Chris laughed, looking at you as if to say thatâs what we agreed on.
âWell, you say we are just friends, but friends...friends donât know the way that you tasteâ you smirked at him pointedly, both remembering the activities of that morning.
Chris burst out laughing, his full belly laugh, hand coming up to his chest before reach across and pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your nose as the elevator doors opened on your floor.
âTrueâ he mumbled before leading you down the hallway to your room, âthat is trueâ he had one hand in yours the other holding your heels that he must have picked up on the way out of the elevator. âWell, how about next time I call you something else?â He started tone playful âThis is my fuck buddy, no my slam piece, no thats too informal he laughed, girlfriend? No, hmmâ He opened the hotel room door letting you slide in past him as he reached around to flip on the light switch closing the door behind him.
You stopped in the entry way a gasp leaving your lips. The room was filled with flowers. The pink and white Chrysanthemums filled every spare counter space, they had always been your favorite and Chris had sent you some for every birthday without fail. There were fairy lights lining the room and a small cart with a bottle of champagne on ice and chocolate covered strawberries by the window.
You turned back to Chris, your heart racing only he wasnât where you expected....
âHow about Wife?â Your eyes connected with his, where he was knelt on the floor behind you an open green velvet ring box in hand.
âWhatâ was all you could get out.
âHow about next time I call you my Wife. Marry Me?â Chris said, laughing at the shocked expression on your face âIâve loved you for almost 20 years now, youâre the best thing in my life, and I never want to be without you...â
âYes.â You said before you could even really think about it. âYes!?!â You repeated realizing what was happening as Chris pulled the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger quickly before standing up to kiss you.
Youâre not sure how long you stood there in the entry way making out, but when you pulled away you noticed that Chrisâ eyes, like yours, were a little damp as you went to run your thumb across his cheek you caught a glimpse of the ring on your hand realizing you had barely even looked at it before it was on your hand. Chris pressed his lips into your hair holding you to his chest as you admired it. It was beautiful, delicate, subtle, it was just the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself.
âDo you like itâ Chris whispered into your hair
âI love itâ you smiled up at him, lightly pressing your lips to his
âI love youâ he smiled, not letting go of you.
âI love you too bestieâ you giggled as he grabbed you around the waist lifting you over his shoulder and tapping your ass lightly as he took off towards the bedroom.
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The Return 2 {The Arrival, Part 2}
Summary: Back at the lake house, ten years later⊠Collaboration with @snelbz - part 2 to the sequel!
Word Count: 7136
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Even ten years later, Elain was still the first one awake whenever they took family vacations. She had woken up with the sun, tried â and failed, miserably â to rouse Azriel from sleep, read her devotions, gotten in some yoga, and started on breakfast, all before she heard the first footstep from anywhere in the house. But soon enough, she heard slow, sleepy steps on the stairs, though they headed towards the back of the house rather than towards the kitchen.
Ruling out Lannan and his voracious appetite, along with Thorn, Bennett, and John, Elain waited, mixing up the pancake batter after she put a large pan of bacon into the oven.
A few minutes later, Scarlett appeared, dragging a still half-asleep Cassian by the hand. He was yawning and had a hair brush, comb and two hair ties in his hand.
âGood morning, you two,â she laughed, pouring Cassian a cup of coffee, which he looked like he desperately needed.
He mumbled something that sounded like a typical morning greeting, while Scarlett gave her a sleepy smile after climbing up onto one of the barstools. âGâmorning, Aunt Lainey. Are we having pancakes for breakfast?â
âAnd bacon,â she replied, smiling at her youngest niece. Layla and Scarlett had sleepovers all the time, being the two youngest and close in age.
Scarlett grinned and turned to Cassian. âRemember, I want two braids, daddy, not just one.â
He nodded, still drinking his coffee, but handed her the brush to start detangling her long, waist-length hair.
âNesta not up yet?â Elain chuckled, pouring some of the batter into the hot pan.
âI like it better when daddy braids my hair. Mommy makes it too fancy,â Scarlett replied, scrunching up her nose.
âThatâs right,â Cassian mumbled, running his fingers through his youngestâs hair. âDad keeps the braids messy.â
Elain laughed quietly as she continued to make breakfast. âWell, if you have the magic touch, I may make you braid Laylaâs hair. She always complains when I do it, and the art of braiding isnât exactly one of Azrielâs many talents.â
âWe donât need to hear about Azrielâs many talents,â Cassian warned.
Elain jabbed him in the ribs, which only made Cassian laugh as he began to braid his daughter's hair.
âIs Thorn going back to jail today?â Scarlett asked.
Cassian sighed, Scarlett wincing as he made sure his braid was tight. âNo, Thornâs not going back to jail, ever.â
The ten-year-old rolled her eyes. âNever say never, daddy.â
Elain chuckled as she set a giant mountain of pancakes on the island. âGive your brother a break. Heâs a good boy.â
âNo, heâs not,â Scarlett said, earning a snap from Cassian for her to stay still while he worked. âHe swears too much and he smells yucky.â
âAll teenage boys swear too much and smell yucky,â Cassian promised. âJust wait until youâre a teenager and you like those yucky boys.â
âIâm not ever going to like boys,â Scarlett promised. âIâm going to stay single and awesome forever.â
Elain shook her head, humored, as she watched her niece.
âThat would make daddy very happy and Iâm holding you to it,â he replied, tying the elastic around the end of the braid and starting on the second.
âAunt Lainey, does Luna like smelly teenage boys?â Scarlett asked, looking up at her.
Luna was Scarlettâs idol. Everything the girl did, the younger one was right behind, whether it was a trend, style or even just following her around. And Luna handled it well, for a sixteen-year-old girl. She never complained, even when her own baby sister was in tow. Cassian was sure that because she was a carbon-copy of Elain, right down to the soft, caramel colored eyes.
Elain smirked as she set a plate down in front of Scarlett, a small stack of pancakes on top of it. She pulled the bacon out of the oven before replying. âOh, she does. And Uncle Az is not happy about it.â
âIsnât happy about what?â The man in question asked as he rounded the corner, heading straight for the coffee pot. He paused to kiss Elainâs cheek. âMorning, beautiful.â
âLuna Bugâs boyfriend,â Cassian smirked, watching as Azrielâs good mood deflated.
âWe donât talk about him,â Azriel said, quietly, as he filled his mug. âAnd definitely not this early in the morning.â
âHe has a name,â Elain said, simply. âAnd you should call him by it.â
âThe name I have for him shouldnât be said around Scar,â Azriel said, pausing as he passed her to kiss the top of his nieceâs head.
âHeâs a good kid,â Elain said, rolling her eyes. âAnd I think Luna and Lachlan are good for each other.â
âLachlan,â Scarlett repeated. âI like that name.â
Cassianâs grin only widened as he looked up at Azriel, who sat at the table, sipping from his mug.
âJust wait until she thinks sheâs old enough to date,â Azriel said, gesturing to Scarlett.
âOh no,â Cassian said, shaking his head. âSheâs already informed me that sheâs staying single and awesome forever, so.â
Azriel snorted as the twins came into the room, followed by John, whose hair was sticking up in every which direction.
âMom says sheâs taking a shower then sheâll be out to help make breakfast,â John said, yawning as he flicked Olive on the back of the ear. She flipped him off, which earned a gasp from Scarlett and a laugh from Cassian.
âNo need, your Aunt has been up since the crack of dawn,â Azriel said, nodding toward the food. âEat up.â
John didnât need to be told twice. At fourteen, he was eating more than nearly everyone else - followed closely by his older boy cousins, who were, no doubt, still sound asleep.
Lily was still mortified by her new haircut, but thanks to a French braid of some sort, it could barely be noticed. She and Olive got a couple of pancakes each and talked to each other quietly.
Once Scarlettâs hair was finished, Cassian got his own breakfast, splashing a bit of whiskey into Azrielâs coffee and his own when he thought no one was looking, and sat down at the table. Mid bite, his chewing slowed down as he looked at Olive. âLiv, I think you still have makeup from yesterday on. Youâll probably want to get that off before we go on the boat.â
She rolled her dark, lined eyes. âItâs Olive, Uncle Cass, and itâs waterproof eyeliner. Iâll be fine.â
Lily, fresh faced, shook her head. âSheâs too cool to be seen without her makeup anymore.â
Elain was chuckling at the stove as the two girls quietly bickered and Cassian was immediately grateful he only had one daughter.
âWhatâre we doing today?â John asked, his mouth full.
âAsk when your mouth isnât full and Iâll tell you,â Cassian said, sitting next to his middle child.
âYeah, John, have some manners.â Thorn entered the room, grumpy as hell, the first thing out of his mouth directed at his younger brother.
âSays the asshole that spent yesterday in jail,â John muttered, mouth still full.
âWatch your mouth,â Cassian snapped, his mouth also full.
Azriel just shook his head, watching the three of them. He looked at Scarlett. âHow do you and your mom handle those three?â
Scarlett shrugged as she hopped off her stool. With a piece of bacon in each hand, she said, âWe stick together. Girl power.â
Elain laughed, winking at her niece as she fled from the room.
Layla appeared a minute later, on Rhysandâs back, wide-eyed and chipper. Bennett was soon behind, and Cassian snorted.
âHow is it that the kids from your side are the ones still asleep when Elain is one of the first ones up?â he asked, looking at Azriel.
âLunaâs probably awake and talking to-.â
âIf you say his name again, Iâll lose my appetite, then my mood will be destroyed for the rest of the day,â Azriel said, holding up his hand and looking at his wife.
âLachlan is so sweet though,â Lily said, sighing, and Olive nodded, which earned them a look from both Rhys and Azriel.
âTeenage boys arenât sweet,â Rhys told his daughters. âTheyâre crafty, lying, disgusting creatures.â
Lily and Olive looked at Thorn and Bennett, both shoveling food into their mouths. Their brother responded. âWhat?â
âArenât you going to say heâs wrong?â Olive asked, looking between them.
âNo, because then Iâd be lying and proving him right,â Bennett replied.
âAnd weâre pretty disgusting,â Thorn added, shoving an entire piece of bacon into his mouth in two bites. Bennett nodded and was getting up for seconds when Rhys stopped him.
âSave some food for your mothers, please,â he said. âAfter mom and Aunt Nesta eat, you can get more.â
Layla quietly approached Cassian and tapped on his shoulder, asking if he could braid her hair, too. He gave Elain a knowing look, but picked Layla up and set her in Scarlettâs vacated seat. âOnly cause youâre the cutest one here,â he whispered, so only she could hear. She giggled and nodded, sitting still as he went to work.
Nesta and Feyre made their way into the kitchen soon after, with Azriel going to retrieve Lannan, who was still sleeping like the dead. Luna was the last to arrive, claiming sheâd slept in, too.
âYâall wanna make some sandwiches for the boat while we get everything ready to go?â
Cassian asked Nesta and his sister-in-laws.
âYou donât want to come back for lunch?â Nesta asked. âYou want to keep nine kids on a boat all day?â
He shrugged. âThey'll be swimming and wakeboarding and tubing. Theyâll be busy. Plus Thorn and Bennett are taking out the jet skis.â
Thorn raised his hand.
Bennett gave him a high-five.
John frowned. âWhy canât I take one of the jet skis?â
âBecause weâre older,â Thorn said, simply.
âThatâs not fair,â John argued. âWhat kind of argument is that?â
âThorn and Bennett are taking the jet-skis,â Cassian said, his voice holding no room for argument. âYou can take one tomorrow.â
âOoooh, me too,â Luna said. âI call one for tomorrow.â
Thorn rolled his eyes, the only sign that he was annoyed.
The second that Nesta and Feyre sat down with their breakfasts, Thorn, Bennett, and John were on their feet, fighting for what was left.
âAnimals,â Lily scoffed, taking Olive by the elbow and leading her down the hall to their room to get ready.
Thirty minutes and almost just as many sandwiches later, everyone was loading onto the boat, save for Thorn and Bennett who took off towards the jet-skis as soon as they were given the okay. After strict instructions to stay within sight of the parents, they were firing them up and taking off, Cassian starting the boat and following behind.
Elain fell into the seat at the front with her oldest daughter, wrapping an arm around her as the wind whipped back their hair. âWhatâs Lachlan doing this weekend?â
Her knees were tucked under her chin and she looked out over the passing water. âHe and his parents went to Orynth. Theyâre touring a college there, but he doesnât want to be that far from home.â
âFar from home or far from you?â Elain asked, nudging her slightly.
Luna blushed. âBoth.â
Lachlan was a year older than Luna, so college was much more prevalent on his mind, as a senior. Or it should have been, had Luna not already had her five-year-plan made, starting with attending the University of Velaris and ending with a degree in business and communications, an internship under her belt and an entry-level position in a company she could grow at.
âSounds serious,â Elain said.
âToo serious,â Azriel muttered, and both of them turned around, unaware that Azriel was just on the other side. Elain lifted a brow. âWhat? Sheâs sixteen.â
âExactly,â Luna said, crossing her arms. âIâm not a child anymore, dad.â
Azriel didnât respond. He simply walked to the cooler, opened a beer, and sat next to Rhysand.
âIgnore him,â Elain said, her arm around Luna. âHeâll come around.â
âDoubtful,â Luna muttered.
âYouâre the oldest girl in the family,â Feyre said, as she took the seat on her other side. âYou finding a boyfriend is uncharted territory.â
âItâs just not fair,â she said, simply. âThorn and Ben have had tons of girlfriends, since middle school, and no one has ever batted an eye. I get my first serious boyfriend, and dadâŠâ She shook her head as she glanced at Azriel, who was sipping his beer with a rigid jaw. âItâs like Iâm a criminal or something.â
âAnd you werenât even the one in jail,â John muttered, gazing out over the water.
Cassian hit him upside the back of the head.
âDad will come around,â Elain promised again.
âMaybe we should keep the boyfriend talk to a minimum,â Luna muttered. âAt least for this weekend.â
âWhy?â Feyre asked, propping her feet up in the empty second chair and giving her niece a comforting smile. âHeâs going to have to get used to you dating eventually. And Lachlan is very sweet. You couldâve ended up with someone like your Uncle Cassian. Heâll get used to you having a boyfriend. I promise.â
Cassian brought the boat to a stop, effectively ending the conversation and started unloading the wakeboarding equipment.
âCan we ride tubes first, Uncle Cass?â Lily asked. âTubing always gets saved for last and we never have much time thanks to you guys wakeboarding for hours.â
He was about to protest, even though he knew she was right, even with the unnecessary eye rolling, but Nesta said, âI think starting with tubing is a good idea. Let those two expend some of their energy before they board and try to do tricks they canât accomplish. No trips to the hospital this year.â
The year before, there had been two trips to the hospital. One for Bennett, whoâd gotten a concussion, and one for CassianâŠwho had thrown out his back, thanks to thinking he was still youthful enough to complete some of the tricks he had attempted.
He wasnât.
This year, they were having none of that.
âFine,â Cassian sighed. âGet out the tubes.â
The kids let out a round of excited yells, and up ahead, Bennett and Thorn were riding circles around each other.
Cassian, Rhysand, and Azriel took turns driving, seeing which of the kids they could throw off their tubes. Even Luna almost let out a curse - almost, but not quite.
Once they were done, everyone grabbed a sandwich as the wakeboarding began. Thorn was the first to go, which meant that John got his jetski, so everyone was happy.
At least until Thorn wiped out, then he was just pissed.
When everyone was worn out, Cassian brought the boat back to the dock, and one by one, everyone got off to slowly make their way back up to the house.
Rhysand was the last to get off, carrying a sleeping Layla up the hill. He laid his niece down in her bed before fighting everyone for one of the two showers.
âSo whatâs on the agenda for the rest of the day?â He asked as he stepped into the kitchen, fighting off a yawn.
Nesta was doing the same and Elain chuckled. âSeems like everyone could use some downtime. Why donât we let the kids do their thing, take naps if they want, and weâll start dinner around five-thirty?â
âA nap sounds awesome,â Nesta said, wrapping her arms around Cassianâs waist and laying her head on his chest. From the look on his face, he didnât think she meant it literally. From the look on hers, she did.
And so everyone went their separate ways. Most of the kids ended up in the bonus room, either playing Xbox or entertaining themselves in someway. Ironically, only Luna and Lannan decided to lay down for naps, and Nesta, of course.
Elainâs alarm on her phone went off, letting her know it was five-thirty. She and Azriel had taken advantage of their alone time and were now just laying in bed together, although Azriel it seemed was half-asleep now that it was time to get up.
She looked up at him, eyes closed and lips parted and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He responded by rolling his head to the side, looking for her lips without opening his eyes. She kissed him again, but pulled away when his tongue brushed against her bottom lip.
Laughing softly, she got out of bed and started getting dressed. Azriel watched her with sleepy eyes. âIâm going to get Feyre so we can start making tacos. Will you get the kids up around six?â
He nodded, tucking an arm behind his head and closing his eyes again. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the end of his nose. âDonât fall asleep.â
âThatâs asking a lot,â he replied, catching her before she could stand up, twining his fingers into her hair. âYou wore me out.â
âHush,â she said, blushing, and kissed him again before slipping out the door.
He heard a knock on a door down the hall and then Feyreâs voice joined Elainâs. The word daddy was unmistakable as they walked away and he couldnât help but chuckle even as he blushed and covered his face with Elainâs pillow.
Once the smell of delicious food cooking started wagging towards their room, he decided it was time to get up, get dressed, and wake up his kids, knowing itâd be time to eat soon.
He stopped off in the boyâs room first, knowing Lannan would be the easiest to rouse. All he had to say was tacos, and his son was up and hurrying downstairs to help in any way he could, if it meant he could eat quicker.
Layla was still fast asleep in the room she and Scarlett shared, her braid messy from sleep. Getting her up was easy enough. She didnât require bribery or any tricks, she liked to do as she was told. He just had to tell her that mama needed help in the kitchen and she slipped off to do what she could.
Lunaâs room was at the end of the hall. She shared a room with the twins, but they were upstairs and already being told to go to the kitchen, which meant she surely was sound asleep.
Azriel didnât bother knocking before he opened the door. âHey, dinnerâs-.â
âFuck, Luna-.â
Luna dropped her phone and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide in horror. âDad!â
Azriel quickly shut the door, his hand remaining on the knob for a moment before he dropped it, and slowly walked down the hall, toward the kitchen.
He had not seen much, considering Luna had been under the blankets, but he knew enough about technology and the teenage mind to know exactly what had been going on.
Azriel was going to be sick.
He hadnât even noticed the chatter going on in the kitchen as he entered.
Rhysand was in the middle of a sentence, even though Azriel had no idea what he had been saying, when Azriel said, âElain, a word.â
The tone of his voice mustâve created alarm, because the room went quiet. Without noticing if Elain was following, Azriel walked into the living room.
He sat back on the couch, nausea brewing in the pit of his stomach.
Elain timidly entered a moment later. âYou okay, babe? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âWorse,â he said, without any hesitation. âSo much worse.â
He quickly and concisely explained what heâd seen, which thankfully wasnât much, but he knew. Oh, gods, he knew.
He heard the male voice on the other side of the video call, recognized it and hated it all the same, especially the way that voice had said his daughterâs name.
âWhy didnât you knock?â Elain asked, shaking her head as she rubbed at a spot between her eyes.
âI thought sheâd be asleep!â He defended, throwing his hands up.
âSheâs a teenage girl, Az,â she sighed. âRegardless, you should have knocked. She could have been changing.â
âI wish she wouldâve been!â His cheeks were on fire. âThat wouldâve been better thanâŠthat.â
Elain stood. âIâll go get her. Why donât you and the boys go eat on the deck? Some fresh air might help.â
He nodded, but didnât say anything.
âDo not be mad at her,â she added before leaving the room. âItâs not her fault you didnât knock.â
âShe shouldnât be having video sex with her boyfriend while weâre on a family vacation,â he whispered, shooting to his feet.
âAt least she didnât get arrested having sex in the back of a truck. So this isnât the worst thing that could have happened on this vacation,â Elain replied.
âNo,â he said, heading towards the kitchen to get a plate of food. âItâs the worst thing that could have happened to me, period.â
Elain rolled her eyes, watching as Azriel stormed into the kitchen and out of sight.
Calmly, she walked down to the end of the hall and knocked on the last door.
She could hear Luna sniffling. âYeah?â
âItâs mom,â Elain said, leaning against the door. âCan I come in?â
A second passed. âYes.â
Elain opened the door to find Luna sitting up on her bed, wearing a hoodie and wrapped in a blanket, as if she couldnât get enough clothes onto her body. Her eyes were red and puffy.
Elain sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her daughter. âCare to tell me your side of the story?â
Luna shook her head, then looked at her hands as she said, âWe were just facetime-ing. It got...slightly intimate, nothing was even really going on, and then dad walked in.â Her face fell into her hands. âToo much was going on for him to walk in on, though, Iâll tell you that. Iâve never been so embarrassed in my life. I just hung up. Lachlan probably thinks that I just lost connection.â
Elain huffed through her nose. âLook, I donât know exactly what your father saw, he couldnât exactly get the words out-.â
âMe, topless, showing my boyfriend my boobs,â Luna supplied, her face still in her hands. âI mean, I was mostly under the blankets, but⊠I think he got the point.â
Elain had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. Usually, she wouldnât find things so funny, but this was Luna. Luna, who never did anything wrong. The fact that she was just like every other teenage girl, that she was just like Elain and her sisters at sixteen, wasâŠalmost refreshing.
She scooted closer and wrapped her arms around her daughter. âYour dad is having a hard time processing that his little girl isnât so little anymore.â
âThatâs an understatement,â she scoffed. âThis is worse than my first period, first bra and first date combined.â
Elain couldnât stop her chuckle again. âI think weâre probably gonna spend the rest of the evening separated. Weâre gonna do our thing and the boys will do theirs. Are you hungry?â
Luna shrugged, fiddling with her phone case.
âYou sure? Aunt Feyre and I made tacos.â
Looking up at her, eyes still puffy and blush still on her cheeks, Luna said, âI guess I could eat.â
âGood,â Elain said, kissing her forehead and taking her daughterâs face in her hands. âI know youâre a smart girl, and I know you care about Lachlan. But if and when things move past just showing him your boobs on FaceTime, promise me youâll be careful.â
Lunaâs cheeks were blood red again and she shook her head. âI havenât⊠we havenât⊠Iâm still a virgin, mom.â
Elain stifled her laughter again. âI know you are, sweetie. All Iâm asking is that whenever the time comes, promise me youâll use that beautiful brain of yours and donât let hormones get in the way. And when we get home, we can talk about birth control if you want to.â
Lunaâs eyes went wide. âYouâdâŠlet me get on the pill? What about dad? Heâd lose it if he found out.â
âIf it means youâre being smart and safe, yes.â Elain smiled, and took her daughterâs hand. âAnd donât worry about your father. I can handle him.â
âHeâs awfully dramatic,â Luna mumbled. âHeâs just passionate,â Elain said, correcting her. âWhich means he loves as fiercely as he loses it.â
Luna chuckled, and nodded. âLet me text Lachlan about why I hung up so suddenly, then Iâll be out.â
Elain kissed Lunaâs forehead before hopping off of the bed. âIâll make you a plate of tacos.â
âThanks, mom,â Luna said, as Elain walked out, and Elain knew it was for much more than the food.
As she walked back into the kitchen, all of the boys were out on the back porch, leaving the girls inside.
âWeâre thinking about having a girls night,â Feyre said, as Elain approached. âChick flicks, painting our nails, and mud masks?â
âIâm here for it,â Elain said. âLuna will be, too.â
Quietly, Feyre asked, âIs everything okay?â
âIâll fill you in later,â Elain promised, and went to making Luna her plate of food. She came out a minute later, and cleared her entire plate in under five minutes.
When they were done, Legally Blonde was being set up in the living room, and Nesta was carrying out a basket of nail polish.
âLooks like the boys are going for a boat ride,â Nesta said, rolling her eyes. âHopefully Cass isnât driving. He canât drive in the dark. I swear he needs glasses but heâs too stubborn to go get his eyes checked.â
âHeâs in denial about getting old, Rhys was the same way,â Feyre sighed, searching through the basket for a color she liked. âBut I finally convinced him to go a couple months back.
Now itâs like I have a sexy Clark Kent walking around my house in the evenings.â
âHowâd you do that?â Elain asking, carrying wine glasses and a chilled bottle into the room.
The girls were all focused on the huge box of makeup Lily and Olive had brought down from the bonus room, sitting around it and begging Luna to do their makeup. Even Olive was willing to remove her thick eyeliner if it meant Luna would work her magic on her eyebrows.
âI can be veryâŠpersuasive,â she replied, filling her glass and taking a sip.
Nesta reached for the remote and turned the movie up to give their conversation a semblance of privacy, turning her attention to her sister. She whispered, âSpill.â
Feyre was blushing, clearly not expecting her sisters to jump on this particular topic. She settled back into the couch cushions and took a much larger drink of her wine. âIâŠlet him go where no man has gone before.â
âWhat, like, Victoriaâs Secret?â Elain asked, brow furrowed in confusion, but from the smirk on Nestaâs face, she knew exactly what Feyre meant.
âNo, Lainey, not like Victoriaâs Secret,â Nesta said, voice low enough that the kids couldnât hear them over the movie. âShe let him get in her ass.â
Elain blinked once and said, âOh,â before going back to looking through the nail polish basket.
Feyre and Nesta looked at each other, before looking back at Elain.
Nesta whispered, âThat was a very casual Oh.â
Shrugging, Elain glanced up at them, still looking through the basket. âThatâs nothing new for us.â
Feyreâs brows shot up as Nesta leaned forward. âOkay, for the two quietest and most private in this familyâŠyou two have one hell of a sex life.â
Elain laughed, quietly, as she picked out a soft lavender nail polish. âWhat? Weâve always liked to keep each otherâŠintriguedâŠin the bedroom.â
âAnd was daddy the one to introduce thisâŠact?â Feyre asked, still dumbfounded.
Elain shrugged, falling back on the couch. âWe thought weâd give it a try one day, and it wasâŠnice.â
âNice?â Nesta repeated.
âItâs not for everyone, butâŠyeah, it was nice,â Elain said. âAnyway, someone paint my right hand, please. My left is too shaky.â
Nesta did as her sister asked, even though Feyre was still staring at her, minutes later. It wasnât until halfway through the movie, when Luna excused herself to walk into the kitchen, that Nesta excused herself to follow after.
When she walked into the kitchen, Luna was staring out the back door to where the boys were tossing a football around the campfire.
âYou okay, Lunabug?â Nesta asked, referring to that old nickname from her childhood that they all still used.
Luna nodded. âYeah, justâŠtired, I guess. I think I may head to bed early tonight.â
âI get that, it was a big day,â Nesta smiled, and hugged her eldest niece. âDonât worry about your dad. Iâm sure Uncle Cass and Uncle Rhys have been calming him down all night.â
âI know, I know,â Luna sighed, burying her face in her auntâs shoulder. âHow am I supposed to ever look him in the eye again though? He didnât see anything, but he knew what was happening. Itâs not hard to figure out.â
âYouâre almost an adult, sweet girl,â Nesta said, tipping her chin back so she kept her head high. âSooner or later, your dad is going to have to accept that.â
Luna nodded and hugged her aunt again. Nesta hugged her tighter and said, âHow do you think I feel right now? My adult son got caught having sex in public yesterday.â She felt Luna laugh and pulled back to rest her hand against her cheek. âIt could be worse. Iâm sure youâre embarrassed, but this will pass, okay? Your dad is overbearing because he loves you.â
Lunaâs smile was small, but Nesta could tell it was genuine. âI know. Thank you, Aunt Nes.â
âYouâre welcome,â she smiled. âLove you.â
âLove you, too.â
With a goodnight, Luna was off to the room, Layla and Scarlett only a few minutes behind her. The twins, stubborn as always, said they werenât tired, yet were asleep on the floor within ten minutes.
âAnother drink, ladies?â Feyre asked, bringing out a new wine glass as she fell on the couch between her sisters.
âPlease,â Elain begged, holding out her glass.
Nesta didnât protest either as the three sisters finished the movie, drinking the night away.
*
âFuck, the twins are only two years younger.â
Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were lying in the grass, a beer in their hands, staring up at the stars as their boys swam in the water, the firelight the only thing allowing them any guidance.
âI just⊠I knew this day was coming,â Azriel said, his words slightly slurred. âI just⊠I donât know. I wasnât ready for it.â
âCan we ever be ready for it?â Cassian asked. âBoysâŠtheyâre easy. But, girlsâŠâ Cassian shook his head. âWeâre never going to be ready for anything they put us through.â
âI want to find this kid⊠And-.â
âAnd what?â Rhysand asked, laughing as he cut off Azriel. âYou act like you werenât a teenager once.â
âI was,â Azriel confessed, then sighed. âButâŠthat was meâŠthis isâŠmy daughter.â
âHave you met his parents yet?â Cassian asked, sitting up and bracing his elbows on his knees. âOnce we met Marionâs parents, we felt way better. Mostly because we know Lorcan Salvaterre has the capability to kick Thornâs ass, and Thorn does, too. But it also showed us Marion is a good girl. She comes from a good family, who loves and cares for her just as much as we do Thorn.â
âWeâve met his mom,â Azriel admitted, staring at stars still. âOr Lainey has, I havenât. But she said she was sweet. Granted, she says Lachlan is sweet, too. She thinks everyone is sweet, cause sheâs sweet.â
âYou guys should try to all go to dinner when we get back to Velaris,â Cass suggested, finishing his beer. He tossed his empty can into the pile by the fire. âMeet his parents, get a vibe for them, shake the kidâs hand hard enough to leave an impression. Iâm sure they love Luna, just like we love Marion.â
âThem loving Luna isnât the point,â Azriel began, quietly. âEveryone loves Luna. The problem isâŠis that I was a teenage boy once, and I know exactly what this kid wants.â
âYou also met Elain when you were a teenager,â Rhysand pointed out. âAnd, you started dating when you were teenagers. Youâre telling me that the only reason you wanted to be with Elain was for sex?â
Azriel paused. Then answered, shortly, âNo.â
âThen maybe this kid wants more than that, too,â Cassian said.
âBut he wants the other thing, too,â Azriel protested, then groaned, flipping over until his face was buried in the grass.
âYou canât make her a nun,â Cassian said, Rhysand grinning on Azrielâs other side. âYou canât keep it from happening. Teach her to be safe, and sheâll be fine.â
Azrielâs voice was muffled by the ground. âWhy are you being the reasonable one right now?â
âBecause Iâve also been a teenage boy who loved a girl. Because I currently have a teenage boy who loves a girl, even if he makes stupid decisions with her sometimes,â he replied. âBut I have to let him make those decisions on his own so he can learn. Luna is smart, Az. Sheâll make good choices, you just have to let her make them.â
He grumbled something into the grass that his brothers couldnât hear and Rhysand ruffled the back of his hair before standing.
âItâs getting late, the kids need to get to bed.â
They called the boys out of the water, handing out towels and dousing the fire as they headed up towards the house.
âBennett and I can carry the beers out to the garage,â Thorn said, and Cassianâs eyes immediately met Rhysandâs amused state.
âGood try,â he chuckled.
Rhys added, âYou can leave them on the kitchen counter.â
The boys mumbled something under their breath, but did as they were told and they all went off to get changed and get in bed.
They found their wives on the couch, wine drunk and giggly, with the twins asleep on the floor.
âEveryone else in bed?â Cassian asked, sitting on the arm of the couch by Nesta. She laid her head against his thigh and nodded.
Feyre inclined her head to her daughters on the floor in front of them. âThese two insisted they werenât tired.â
Rhysand snorted. âI see that.â
Azriel fell onto the couch by Elain while Rhys gently woke the twins and sent them to bed.
Elain looked up at him and chuckled, quietly, as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. âYouâre drunk.â
âI am not,â he lied.
âYour eyes are glazed,â she whispered, âand I could barely make sense of the three words that just came out of your mouth.â
âHe only hadâŠâ Cassian cocked his head to the side, counting on his fingers. âYeah, I lost count. How many beers you have there, Az?â
Azriel mumbled something incomprehensible and sighed.
Cassian chuckled as he stood, and gathered Nesta in his arms before walking down the hall, toward their bedroom.
Feyre followed, carrying the empty wine glasses into the kitchen.
Elain shook her head as Azrielâs eyes fluttered shut, thanks to her fingertips gently rubbing at his head. A moment later, she thought he may have fallen asleep, but then he said, âIâm scared for her.â
Elainâs fingers slowed, but she nodded. âLunaâs smart-.â
âBut teenage boys arenât,â Azriel said, opening his eyes to meet his wifeâs. âI know that Lunaâs smart. And everyone can keep telling me how smart she is, but it doesnât make me trust any guy that sheâll ever be with any more. Men are idiots. And the last thing I want is for my baby to be heartbroken, crying over some dick that didnât deserve her in the first place.â Elainâs eyes softened, but Azriel went on, âAnd the fact that theyâre getting moreâŠ.intimate, only means that Lunaâs starting to trust him and like him more. And that scares me.â
âI know,â Elain said, quietly, crawling onto his lap and straddling his waist. Her forehead fell against his as his eyes fell shut, once again. âShe spent the entire night thinking sheâd disappointed you.â
âShe didnât disappoint me,â Azriel said, quietly, and Elain knew that he meant it. And as she pulled back, she recognized the look that was creeping into his hazel eyes: guilt.
âSheâs probably still awake if you want to go talk to her,â Elain said.
Azriel hesitated, then nodded. After Elain crawled off of him, he waited a moment before pushing himself up and began to amble his way down the hall, until he reached the last door on the left.
This time, he knocked.
He waited, and when there was no response, he knocked again, only to find no response. He cracked open the door and peeked inside. The lights were off, and Luna was sound asleep, the hood of her hoodie pulled over her dark hair, and the fan across the room on high, pointed right at her.
He laughed quietly at the sight.
Yeah, she was growing up, but sound asleep, she looked like she always had: mouth hanging open, one hand tossed behind her head. She used to fall asleep on him like that, and heâd have to carry her to bed and tuck her in. Thatâs how she would always be to him: that little girl whose only man in her life was her daddy.
Except thatâs not how it was, not anymore.
Azriel walked to her bedside and leaned down to kiss her forehead before pulling her blanket up higher around her. âNight, Lunabug.â
As he headed back for her door, he heard, âDad?â
He spun around, that alcohol catching up with him and nearly knocking himself over, thanks to the quick motion. He grabbed the doorframe to steady himself. âIâŠknocked this time.â
Luna rolled over and looked at him. Thanks to the light in the hallway streaming in, he could see the hurt in her light brown eyes. âIâm sorry.â
Azrielâs shoulders sagged as he made his way back into the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. He ran a hand through his hair before saying, âYou donât need to be sorry. Iâm sorry. Youâre growing up, and thatâs exactly what youâre supposed to do, but Iâm still figuring out how to raise a young woman and not a little girl.â
Luna nodded, but said nothing.
âItâs hard, though,â he began, honestly. âWhen I was seventeen, Luna, I had no idea how to treat girls. I went on a lot of dates, andâŠdid a lot of things on those datesâŠand, if Iâm being honest with you, not a lot of those things meant anything to me other than what I got out of them at that moment.â He looked at Luna. âIt wasnât until I started dating your mom that I got some sense knocked into me.â
She chuckled at that.
âBut, I also know that Lachlan is not me,â Azriel continued. âI also know that I donât know a lot about him. So, maybe next week we can have him and his parents over for dinner, and I can start to get to know him, if he means that much to you.â
He didnât need any light in the room to see the tears lining her eyes. âI would like that.â
âThen you talk to him, Iâll talk to mom, and weâll make it happen, okay?â She nodded, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. âGoodnight, Lunabug. I love you.â
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he was glad for what little balance he still had, so he didnât topple over on her. âI love you, too, daddy.â
Wrapping an arm around her, he held her close, not letting her go until he felt her arms getting heavier. Until he carefully settled her back into the bed, tucking the covers around her, but not too tight, because she hated feeling constricted, and pushed the hoodie back just a bit to see her sleeping face.
She looked so much like her mother while she was asleep.
Quietly, carefully, he slipped out the door and closed it behind him.
He could tell the television and lights had been shut off in the living room, so he aimed for their bedroom instead, and found Elain sleepily beneath the covers herself. He stripped off his shirt and shorts, wearing just a pair of boxer-briefs and slid into bed beside her, aware that he probably smelled like a bar. Elain didnât complain though, she just laid her head on his chest and slung an arm and leg over his body.
âHowâd it go?â She asked into the darkness.
âGood. She was asleep, and I accidentally woke her up, but itâs okay. We needed to talk,â he admitted. He paused for a second before asking,
âDo you have Lachlanâs parents numbers?â
Lifting her head, Elain looked at him in the moonlight. âWe are not talking to them about this at midnight, Azriel.â
âNo, no,â he chuckled, rubbing a calming hand up and down her arm. âI was thinking it might be nice to have them over for dinner one night next week, all of them. Lachlan, Aelin and Rowan.â
Elain lifted a brow. âYouâre serious.â
Azriel blinked. âWhy wouldnât I be serious?â
âBecause youâre drunk and you just spent the entire day throwing a hissy fit,â Elain mumbled, nuzzling into his neck.
Azriel laughed, quietly. âDamn, youâre mean.â
Elain huffed then propped herself up on an elbow. âIâm serious. If they come over, you need to be nice.â
Azriel scoffed, his hand sliding down her back then up her shirt. âIâm always nice.â
âNo mean-mugging the kid,â Elain went on. âYou will ask him about his likes and dislikes, and you will not scare him shitless.â
Azriel sighed. âYeah, yeah. I promise.â
âAnd you will offer Rowan some of your good whiskey,â Elain said.
Azriel looked pointedly at his wife. âThereâs no need to get carried away.â
Elain grinned as she leaned down and pressed her mouth softly against his. âI love you.â
âI love you, too,â he whispered, and closed his eyes.
He was sound asleep before Elain could even lay back down, and snuggle up to him beneath the covers.
He was over-dramatic, and surely a pain in her ass, but by the gods, she loved that man. He had given her three beautiful, perfect children, and although, sixteen years after their first was born, they were still figuring this whole parenting ordeal outâŠ.Azriel was doing a pretty damn good job.
Which only made her love him even more.
#the return#the arrival#nessian#feysand#elriel#2nd gen#modern au#sequel#fanfic#fanfiction#sjm#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosf
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do you want to stay with me?
request: Stephen Strange x neighbor reader where a burglar went in reader's house while she was sleeping and almost got in danger because of it. Stephen offered her to stay at the Sanctuary for the meantime
11. do you want to go on a date with me?
26. cooking with them.
- @tom-hlover
pairing: Stephen Strange x reader
warnings: swearing, breaking and entering, major fluff.
summary: after a mysterious man saves you, you take him up on the offer to stay with him until your house is safe again.
a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope you like it!
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you had always been a deep sleeper, but you never thought you would sleep so deeply that you didn't hear the door being broken into and people ransacking your house.
you woke up with someone shaking you awake. "sorry for bursting in on you like this but I saw that your door was broken down and people were taking your belongings, they are delt with and nothing has been taken but I'm afraid that it's unsafe for you to stay here." a tall figure said.
you reached over to the light beside your bed, switching it on and yawning. in the light the man was quite good looking, tall with dark hair and a wierd looking cape on. the cape seemed to move on its own accord, not following the laws of physics at all. the man froze as you turned the light on, staring at you for a minute before snapping out of it and smiling softly at you.
"what?" you said, still half asleep.
"some thugs broke into your house, but I delt with them." the figure said.
"oh shit, thanks for saving me. I owe you one." you say, sitting up and motioning him to sit down on the bed.
âyour welcome, I'm Strange by the way. Stephen Strange." sitting on the bed softly and holding out his hand.
"y/n, y/n y/l/n. nice to meet you." you said shaking his hand. you suddenly let out a small giggle.
"what's so funny?" Strange asked.
"just this whole situation, you literally save me from robbers and now we are having a conversation while I'm in bed, in my pyjamas. it's funny." you said, a small giggle escaping your lips once again.
"actually they were more than just robbers, they had knives. they could have hurt you, but your right, this is a bit ridiculous." he replied, your smile faltering when you hear that they were armed. âdonât worry, I dealt with them.â he said, seeing your face and giving you a reassuring smile.
âyou werenât hurt were you?â you asked, worry etched on your features.
âno donât worry, Iâm fine. you on the other hand need to find a place to stay until your door gets fixed.â he said, âyou can stay at the sanctum if you want.â he offers.
âthe what now?â you ask, confused.
âthe sanctum, itâs a place for sorcerers like me.â he said, waving his hands and creating a big circle that covered almost all of his upper body. the circle had a pale orange tint to it and small orange sparks flew from the circle, making your jaw drop.
âso your a wizard?â you ask, titling your head slightly.
âI prefer the term master of the mystic arts but yes, in some sense Iâm a wizard.â he replied kindly. âif your going to be staying at the sanctum you should probably pack some things, you wonât need much your door should be fixed in a couple of days.â
âwhat about all my stuff? if the doors broken then people will just come in and take it.â you asked worriedly.
âI can put a sort of force field around to stop people from getting in, but that means you wonât be able to get in or out without me removing it each time. so your things will be safe but you will still have to stay in the sanctum.â he replied, calming your nerves slightly.
âokay, give me a few minutes to get changed and grab my things then iâm ready to go.â you said, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom to get changed.
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a few minutes later the two of you were standing outside in the cool spring air. Strange was waving his hands in the air, you assumed that he was putting up that force field thingy he was on about. suddenly the wind picked up, making you pull your jacket closer to your body.
âare you cold?â he asked, looking down at you with kind eyes.
âjust a bitâ you replied.
âhere.â he said, his cloak coming off his shoulders and levitating towards you before gently wrapping itself around your shoulders.
âwowâ you muttered softly, eyes blown wide.
Stephen chuckled softly âthat isnât the even the weirdest thing your going to see today.â
"I highly doubt that." you said, yawning.
"come on, let's get you to the sanctum and to bed." he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to a dark alleyway. he waved his hands for the third time that night, opening a sort of doorway to what you assumed to be the sanctum. the other side of the portal looked like a library with books lining the walls, although some books were in chains. you couldn't figure out why, maybe they were dangerous?
he stepped through first before looking back at you through the doorway. he reached a hand out through the portal, allowing you to grab it. he pulled you through with him, a small giggle escaping your lips as you fell onto his chest.
"sorry." you said, quickly drawing away, a light blush coating your cheeks.
"it's fine darling, come on. I'll show you to your room." Strange said, closing the doorway and leading you past the bookshelves and down a few corridors.
"you have a room set up for me?" you asked as the two of you crossed the courtyard, the cold night air making you shiver.
"while you were getting ready I messaged my friend Wong, he said that he'd set up and room for you. word of warning though, Wong is the librarian. you can read and borrow the books but don't damage them, otherwise you will have him on your ass." he said, leading you down a corridor with doors on each side. he opened the door on the far end of the corridor for you. "this is where you can stay until your door gets fixed, I'm in the room next to you if you need anything."
inside the room was a bed with a peice of paper on it, a desk and a closet. there was a door on the other end of the room and a chest of draws next to the bed. "through there is the bathroom, and this is the WiFi code." Stephen said, picking up the paper on the bed and handing it to you before pointing to the other door.
"thanks, you really didn't have to do all of this." you said, stiffling a yawn.
"yes we did. now bed for you, the sun will be coming up soon." Stephen said, walking to the door "goodnight y/n."
"night Stephen." you said, yawning again. he closed the door behind himself, chuckling softly.
"you really like her, don't you." a voice came from behind him.
"yeah, I do." Stephen said, turning the see wong peeking his head out of his door. "stop spying on our conversations."
"seeing you in love is funny." Wong said, ignoring Stranges last comment before shrugging and heading back into his room.
a small smile appeared on Stephens face as he headed to his own room, looking forward to seeing you in the morning.
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the next morning you were woken by a loud banging coming from one of the rooms below you. quickly you got dressed and headed to the source of the noise.
you were greeted by the site of Stephen trying to cook. a frying pan lay on the floor, and there was flour everywhere. he looked up as you entered the room, giving you a bashful smile.
"I tried to cook for breakfast for you, if you can tell I don't really cook the often." he said, picking up the pan from the floor and putting it back on the stove.
"what are you trying to cook?" you asked, heart soaring that he made the effort to try and cook for you.
"pancakes, but it's not going very well." he said, showing you a bowl filled with batter and then pointing to the ceiling. there was a half cooked pancake stuck to the ceiling. "Wong is going to kill me." he said, mixing the batter hopelessly.
"come on, I'll help. you use your magic to get the pancake off the ceiling and I'll try to rescue the batter." you said, taking the bowl off of him and pouring it into the pan.
ten minutes later there was a stack of pancakes and a clean ceiling, just in time for Wong to come down.
"you cooked? and didn't burn the building down? you should stick around y/n, I might be able to eat something other than takeout." Wong said, eyeing the pancakes cautiously. "these ones don't look like they are going to jump off the plate and kill me, that's better than last time."
"pancakes tried to kill you?" you asked, turning to Strange accusingly.
"I don't know what I did, but they tried to kill us." Stephen said, shrugging "I think it might be the incantation I used."
"that's why don't use spells to cook." Wong said, stealing a pancake and taking a bite. "these taste great, you are definitely staying."
"great to know I'm appreciated." you said, taking a pancake yourself.
"hey Wong, could you go and find that book that I asked for the other day?" Stephen asked.
"what book? you never asked for a book." Wong said, mouth full of food.
"yes I did." Stephen said, giving him a stern look.
"oh yes, that book. right, I'll go and find it then."
the two of you watched Wongs retreating figure until he was out of sight. "so y/n, I was wondering. you can absolutely say no but do you want to go on a date with me? to get dinner or something? I know we don't know each other very well but I'd love to get to know you." Stephen asked, playing with his fingers nervously.
"of course, I'd love to." you said, smiling up at him.
"really?" he asked, shock evident on his face. christ he had fallen hard.
"yes." you said, a big grin on your face.
"I like you y/n." Stephen said, taking a step closer to you.
"I like you to, Stephen." you said, closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him softly. he kissed you back, hands tangling in your hair.
"hey Strange I found that book you wanted." Wong said from the doorway, causing the two of you to break the kiss, "right, erm bad time?" he asked, beginning to back away slowly.
"very." Stephen said, pulling you back into him and kissing you again.
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Can you write a corpse x reader when she finds out she's pregnant and she's playing among us and she imposter with corpse and she kill someone and someone sees and reports it right away she get all nauseous and let's it slip to everyone while she go to throw up and corpse doesn't know what to do but he's excited to be a dad. You can change it up and add thing if you want, I was writing everything down, sorry if this is weird.
And If You Wanna Stay ⊠Please Stay
yes finally a pregnant request! also, iâm gonna be waiting to get the triggered pro-life people in my asks and DMs about how âiTâs A LiViNg BeInGâ. like whatâs the baby gonna do? tell itâs mom??
corpse x female!readerÂ
summary: when the reader gets morning sickness during an Among Us game, Corpse and her expect the worst. And they get it.Â
word count: ~4.8kÂ
warnings: swearing, vomiting, mentions of abortions, mentions of being pregnant, a little bit of suggestive content near the end but nothing happens
Heâs finally asleep, you think to yourself as you watch your boyfriendâs chest rise and fall. He needed it.
Recently, Corpse has had trouble sleeping for more than three hours. You two had tried everything you could think of. You had tried staying up late to get him tired, you tried subliminals and music to get him to sleep. You even tried to give him a massage one time, but that led to other things.
You look over at the drawn curtains and pull them back a little. There, on the window, you have tin foil covering them. Itâs a trick you learned from your dad when you were younger. When he worked night shifts, he had to sleep during the day, and he had trouble sleeping since your parentâs room had thin curtains. And so your father taped tin foil to all of the windows in their room so that he could sleep.
Youâre not exactly sure why this seemed to work for Corpse, but youâre certainly not complaining. He looks so peaceful when heâs sleeping. He doesnât look stressed, he doesnât look sad. He looks so calm.
You lean forward and peck his nose. His breathing stutters and his nose wrinkles. You giggle and slowly, he opens his eyes. He blinks a few times and his brown eyes look around the room before settling on your face. He grins and your smile widens.
âThatâs a pretty face to wake up to,â he mumbles and his morning voice makes you blush. âOh my god, youâre already blushing.â
You blush even harder and bury your face in his neck. He laughs and hugs you around your waist. âDonât make fun of me, asshole.â
He kisses your hair. âMorning, baby.â
âGood morning,â you mumble into his skin. You pull away so that youâre only a few inches apart. He leans forward and nuzzles your nose against his. Instead of kissing in the morning--you canât handle his morning breath--you nuzzle your noses together.
âHowâd you sleep?â you ask after you two pull away.
He smiles. âReally good, actually.â He chuckles and looks up at the window. âI guess the foil worked.â
You laugh and sit up. Youâve been awake for a little while and your stomach growls. âYou hungry, babe?â
He nods and sits up as well, running a hand through his hair and shaking it out. âCan we have pancakes?â
âYou can eat those, right?â you ask. You stand up out of bed and walk to the kitchen, your boyfriend trailing behind you.
âYeah,â you hear him say. âEven if I couldnât, Iâd still want to eat them because you make really good pancakes.â
You smile. âReally? Thanks, babe.âÂ
You get out the ingredients to make the pancakes when Corpse announces that heâs going to take a shower. You give him a kiss on his cheek and notice itâs a little scratchy. You grab his chin suddenly and he blinks at you as you run a thumb against his cheekbone.Â
âWant me to shave?â he asks softly.
You shrug. âIf you want.â
He grabs your hand and presses his lips against your finger. He gives you a sweet little smile. âIâll shave.â He squeezes your hand before walking back to your room.
After mixing all of the ingredients, you drop a few droplets onto the buttered up griddle. When it sizzles, you pour two medium-sized pancakes before going to search for the spatula.Â
When you find it in the dishwasher, you flip both of the pancakes and grin. Theyâre both perfect. You notice itâs quiet in the kitchen and call out, âAlexa.â You hear her go off in the living room. âPlay some fall lofi.â
âPlaying âMidnight Lofi - Fall Vibesâ.
âYou smile when it starts to come from the living room. Itâs a little quiet, so you say, âTurn it up.â
The music starts to play a little louder and you smile more. Itâs so aesthetically pleasing, lofi music. Itâs probably one of your favorite music genres. Before you moved in with Corpse, you had to listen to something and you eventually began to fall asleep to lofi. But now that youâve been living with him for almost a year, you donât listen to it as much. Usually when youâre cleaning the house or playing music when you study for school.Â
You cook a few more pancakes and when youâre putting them on a plate, you have an idea. Corpse canât eat chocolate because of his health, but you can. And you usually have a secret stash of chocolate in the back of the pantry. Youâve been craving chocolate a lot for the past week which is weird because your monthly hasnât started yet even though it should have a few days ago. But you donât dwell on that thought and pull up a chair from the small island and stand on top of it to reach the very back of the pantry. Your fingers skim the edge of the chocolate chip bag and you grab it between your middle and index finger. You grin at it and go to hop off of the chair when suddenly--
âWhat are you doing?â
You yell and you almost slip off the chair. Luckily, you land on your feet and wobble. You look up at your boyfriend when you regain your balance. Heâs smirking and looking between you and the bag in your hand.Â
âChocolate,â you tell him, making your way back to the griddle like nothing happened. âYou know, just because you canât eat it doesnât mean I have to suffer with you.â
He laughs and leans on the counter next to you. âI know you have a stash, y/n.â
You look at him with wide eyes, stopping in your tracks. âYou do?â
He nods. âYep. I knew since the first month you moved in. Youâre bad at hiding it, you know.â
You blink at him before shrugging, walking over to the griddle. âWell, youâre not allowed to have any.â You stick your tongue out at him and sprinkle the mini chocolate chips into the remaining batter. There are enough pancakes for Corpse, so youâll just cook up the rest for yourself.
Usually, you and Corpse donât wake up until after breakfast time since you have a habit of sleeping in. But when you can wake up early enough for breakfast, you both like to sit out at the small balcony and eat together.
âWhat are we doing today?â you ask Corpse, sitting across from him at the small metal table.
Thereâs a breeze and it ruffles his hair. âI was gonna stream Among Us later. You can play, too. My fans love you.â He smiles and looks down at his plate.
âAs they should.â You flip your hair and the two of you laugh. âYeah, I can play for a little while. Iâve got classes to do and a paper due tomorrow, though.â While Corpse is a Youtuber and a streamer, youâre a college student taking classes at San Diego State University, trying to get your major in anthropology and a minor in Spanish and engineering. âGod, I have a test at the end of the week, babe. Iâm gonna fail it,â you mutter, putting your face in your hands.Â
âWhatâs it in?â
âSpanish,â you tell him, pushing a blueberry with your fork.Â
He gives you a stare. âBabe, Iâm literally half Mexican.â He laughs.
You throw the blueberry at his head and it bounces off onto the floor. âShut up, stop making fun of me!â
He grins. âI can tell you the answers as you take the test. Itâs online, right?â
You nod. âYeah, I chose all online classes this year. I mean, you could. But thatâs cheating.â You flip a piece of your pancake over. âAnd I donât wanna cheat. I cheated all the way through high school. I want college to be different.â
Corpse grabs your hand and you look up at him. Heâs smiling at you. âYouâre smart, baby. Youâre gonna do fine. Youâre gonna get your degrees and youâre gonna be the best... what are you studying again?â
âAnthropology,â you tell him quietly.
âYouâre gonna be the best anthropologist ever.â
You crack a small smile. âDo you even know what an anthropologist is?â
âNo.â
You laugh and that gets him to smile. You lean across the table and press a gentle kiss to his lips. Itâs a little sticky and sweet because of the syrup, but youâre not complaining.
Later that morning, after taking a shower while Corpse cleans breakfast up, Corpse says that heâs going to stream and you come and join him. Thereâs a monitor across from his that you use from time to time and a headset as well.
Your boyfriend sends you the code for the Discord and the Among Us game. Corpse looks at you from across the desks and you smile. He grins back and your stomach churns. You blink and wince at the feeling. Youâve been feeling nauseated for a few days now and you donât want to get sick during a stream.
âHi Corpse,â someone says as you load into the waiting room. You look back at the screen as someone gasps. ây/n! Best friend!â
Itâs Sean and you laugh. âHi, Sean.â
ây/n!â exclaims someone else and you realize that itâs Lily.
âI thought I was your best friend, Jack!â says Sykkuno and he sounds hurt.
You smile and move your character to the customization. You choose yellow and choose the leaf hat. Since your gamer tag is âlemonâ you always try and be a lemon.
âAw, y/nâs a lemon,â says Dave.
You laugh and run circles around him. âHi, Dave.â
You hear him laugh and Corpse chuckles in front of you. You look at him and be flashes you a smile.
The round starts and the red âIMPOSTERâ text lights up your screen. Youâre paired up with Felix. You havenât been the imposter with Felix too often, so you donât know what to expect. You mute your headset and head down to storage to fake wires before going to fake another task.
 Youâre standing in the electrical room pretending to download data when Sykkuno walks in. You pull up the sabotage map and close the door before killing him and venting. You come out in the medbay and head over to the cafeteria.
 When a body is reported, itâs Lilyâs. You unmute yourself and bite your thumbnail as your stomach churns even more. Youâre starting to get worried that youâre going to get sick.
 âI found Lily in admin,â says Sean. âAnd I didnât see anyone around.â
âSykkuno is dead, too,â Julien points out.
 âOh shit,â you mutter and hold a hand over your mouth. You try to keep the bile from rising while everyone talks and you donât bother to listen. You do hear someone say that theyâre going to skip voting and you do the same.
When no one is ejected, you mute your mic once again and go to follow Corpse down to the shields. You stand beside him while he does his task. Sorry, babe, you think and kill him just as your kill cooldown reaches zero.
 You smirk and run away in the opposite direction and you can feel him staring at you. You glance up at him and your smile widens. âWhat?â
He just shakes his head and you laugh.
You meet up with Dave and follow him around and fake wires with him. At one point, you and he cross paths with Felix and Toast. You may not know Felix too well, but any good imposter knows to go for a double kill. So as you run by each other in the cafeteria, you close the door and both you and Felix kill who you were with before venting away.Â
By the time youâre out of the vent and running away from admin, Daveâs body is reported. Your stomach feels awful now and youâre almost certain youâre going to throw up in the next thirty seconds.
 âFuck.â You unmute your mic. âIt was me, I killed Dave. Iâm the imposter. Iâll be right back.â You practically throw your headset off and run for the bathroom.
 ~
Corpse watches you practically run out of the room. For a second, heâs not sure what to do. Should he go after you? But heâs in the middle of streaming.
ây/n?â Sean asks. âCorpse, whereâd she go?â
âIs she okay?â Julien wonders.
He nods even though no one can see him. âYâyeah. Iâm gonna go check on her. Iâll be right back.â He mutes his mic and takes his headphones off before leaving the room to go check on you.
He finds you on the tiled bathroom floor vomiting into the toilet. He curses and kneels behind you, pulling your hair back.
When you finish, he says, âThis is the third time this week youâve gotten sick, baby.â
You groan and lean your head on your arm. âI know. I donât know why. Well, Iââ You cut yourself off and go still as if you suddenly had a realization.
Corpse tilts his head. âWhat is it?â
It takes you a few long moments to respond. ââŠMy period is late. And Iâm getting morning sickness. Plus Iâve been moody.â You turn back to look at him and he can tell youâre about to cry. âCorpse.â
You donât need to say anything else. Heâs already standing up, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach and his shaking hands. âIâll go get you some tests.â
You grab his hand. âCorpse, no! Iâll go.â
He shakes his head and gets on his knees in front of you. âItâs okay, baby. Iâll be okay, donât worry about me.â
Your lip quivers. âYou donât have to do this. I know how much you donât like going outside. Really, itâs not a big deal, I can go get some.â
But then he kisses your forehead. ây/n, itâs okay. You need to rest. I wonât be out for very long.â He stands up after squeezing your hands. âIâll be back in, like, twenty minutes.â
Before you can do anything to stop him, he turns around and goes to grab his mask and his wallet before grabbing your car keys. He doesnât like to drive, but youâre worried and driving is quicker. And right now youâre the most important thing for him to be thinking about.
~
When Corpse leaves, you sigh and stay sitting on the floor for a few more minutes while your stomach settles itself. Afterward, you get up and brush your teeth after flushing the toilet. Deciding to get some school work done, you grab your laptop and head to the living room.
When you pass by his recording room, however, you see his monitor still on. You curse and head inside. Heâs still streaming. You sit down and put his headset on and unmute his mic. âHey, guys.â
You glance at the exploding chat as Sean asks, ây/n? Whereâs Corpse? Are you okay?â
Iâm probably pregnant. âUh, Iâm kind of sick, so Corpse went out to get me some, uh, stuff. Sorry, but we gotta go. Uh, it was fun streaming.â
âOkay,â says Sykkuno. âI hope you feel better, y/n.â
âThanks,â you mumble. âBye, guys.â You leave the chat and close the game before looking at Corpseâs stream chat. âSorry about this, guys. I had fun streaming, though, Iâm sure Corse did too. Have a good day.â You smile even though they canât see you before ending the stream. You go over to your monitor and leave the game and chat in your own game. You lean back in your chair and press your hands in your eyelids.
You want to cry. You want to scream. You canât be pregnant. Youâre still a kid, you havenât completed college yet. You and Corpse arenât even married.
You suck in a shaky breath and wipe your damp eyes. âIâm probably not pregnant,â you whisper and stand up to go into the living room. âI probably just ate something bad. Yeah, thatâs it.â
You sit in the living room on the couch with a blanket around your shoulders, trying to focus on your schoolwork. But you canât. Your mind is too overwhelmed with the possibilities. You hope Corpse is okay. You know how much he hates going outside and being around other people.
You turn back to look at the lecture your professor posted and sigh. You just need to relax and calm down. Just wait until Corpse gets back and focus on schoolwork until then.Â
It takes a while, but he does come back. Some small voice in your head thought that he wasnât going to come back, but you quickly pushed it away. Corpse loves you and heâd never leave you.Â
The front door opens and you look up from the paper youâre in the middle of typing. You meet him in the hallway where heâs taking his mask off, a plastic bag in his hand. He meets your eyes and cups your face in one hand.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks softly.Â
Your chin wobbles and you shake your head. Tears form in the edges of your eyes and you suck in a deep breath. âDid you get some tests?â
 He nods hand hands the bag to you. But before you can take them, he grabs your wrist. âHey. Iâm not leaving, y/n.â
You nod before taking the bag from him and quickly walking to the bathroom. Youâre scared to say anything because you know that if you do, youâll start to cry.
 Ten minutes later, youâre sitting on the bathroom floor with Corpse, leaning into his side as he rubs your shoulder. There are three tests on the counter and your boyfriend has a timer running on his phone for five minutes. So far, three minutes have passed. To you, theyâve felt like a lifetime.
 âAre you okay?â Corpse asks quietly, finally breaking the silence.
 You shrug, not entirely sure how you feel. âI donât know. Iâm scared.â You glance down at your stomach and place a hand on your naval. âIf I am pregnant, I donât know what Iâm going to do. Iâm young.â You look at him. âWeâre young. Iâm still in college. I canât afford to have a kid!â
âI know.â He draws you closer to your shoulder. âBut whatever you decide to do, Iâm going to support you. And Iâm not going to leave you, either. In case you were worried about that.â
Even though you shouldnât have been, you were.
Luckily, Corpse changes the subject, going on to say, âIâve been working on another song.â
 âReally?âÂ
He nods. âYeah. Itâs kind of a lofi type song. I can show you the lyrics, later, if you want.â
 You smile a little and look up at him, staring into his shining, dark eyes. âIâd like that.â
He smiles back and leans down to give you a small kiss. When you pull away, his phone rings, signaling that the timer is done. He turns his phone off and you stand up, walking towards the counter where the tests are. You pick one up.Â
One line.
 You let out a breath of relief and turn to Corpse where heâs leaning on the sink. âNegative.â
He smiles a little. âWhat about the other two?â
 You look back down at the other two tests. You pick one up and your heart drops. Two lines. You swallow and gently place it down as your hands begin to shake. Maybe that one is a false positive. Thereâs still another one. Whatever this one says will probably determine if youâre pregnant or not.
 And so you pick it up. And you smack a hand over your mouth when you see two lines. Youâre pregnant. Youâre pregnant. The test falls from your hands and you fall to your knees, tears streaming down your face.
 âBaby, what did it say?â Corpse asks, coming to your side and trying to coax your face into his hand. âBabe?â
âI donât want a baby!â you exclaim through your tears. âI canât handle that. Iâm too young, Iâm not ready. Weâre not ready.â You lean into his arms as he pulls you towards him. âCorpse, I donât want it.â
He nods and you feel him run his fingers through your hair. âItâs your decision, babe. Itâs your choice. And Iâm gonna support you either way if you want to keep it or not. If you do decide to keep it, then weâll figure something out. If not, Iâll drive you there and get you In-N-Out or something.â
That gets you to laugh as you tighten your arms around him. âYouâll really buy me food?â
âYes. Iâd do anything for you.â
Your stomach churns that night as youâre scheduling an appointment to get rid of the clump of cells in your body. Youâre nervous and Corpse was sweet enough to order you whatever you want for dinner.Â
You get off the phone as Corpse grabs the food from the delivery person and walks into the kitchen. He looks at you as he places the bags down on the counter. âSo?â
You swallow and lean on the counter. âMy appointment is in a couple of days.â
He nods and approaches you, placing his hands on your hips and drawing you to his chest. âItâs going to be okay, love.â
You lean your head on his chest. âAm I a bad person?â
âOf course not. Itâs your body. You can do whatever you want with it. And besides, itâs not like itâs living anyway.â
You giggle as you try not to cry again. âWhatâs the baby gonna do? Remember it?â
Corpse laughs his deep and rumbly laugh and you grin. âTrue. But I seriously will buy you In-N-Out if you want. Or McDonaldâs.â
You laugh again and tighten your arms around him. âOkay. And, Corpse?â
âYes?â
âThank you for being so supportive of wanting to get rid of it.â
He kisses your head. âDonât thank me.â
When you and Corpse are laying in bed after watching a true-crime documentary, heâs gently dragging his nails up and down your back as youâre nestled into his chest. The tinfoil is still on the windows and it makes the room even darker. Which is actually the entire point.
 Something had been rattling around in your head for the past few hours and you hadnât gotten the courage to ask Corpse. But here, in the darkness of the bedroom the two of you share, you often ask each other stupid questions late at night when neither of you can fall asleep.
 And it feels like itâs going to be another one of those nights because youâre wide-awake and you know Corpse is as well. And so you ask, âDo you ever want to have kids together?â
His hand abruptly stops dragging his nails on your back. âWhat?â
 You regret asking him, but thereâs no going back now. âWhen weâre older, would you ever want to have a family together?â
His hand begins to slowly go up and down your back once more. âMaybe. If you want to. If you want to have kids one day when weâre older, then Iâll definitely have kids with you.â
This makes you smile and you tighten your arms around his middle. âI love you, Corpse.â
âI love you, too.â He kisses your head. âBefore we have kids, we should get married first.â
You grumble and say, âWeâll see who proposes first, then.â
He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. âItâll probably be you, baby. Iâm too anxious.â
âExcuses, excuses,â you huff but the two of you laugh. âIâm too broke to afford a ring, though. You might have to settle with a Ring Pop.â
âIf you propose to me with an onion ring and I would say yes.â
You giggle as something else comes to mind. âWhat about those cheap, plastic spider rings? Or the ones that come on cupcakes.â
Corpse laughs again and begins to scratch your back again. âIf you do that, we would get married on the spot,â he says in that deep and gravely voice of his.
 You grin. âIâm keeping that in mind.â
Corpse hums into your shoulder. âYouâre not going to fall asleep anytime soon, are you?â
 You shake your head. âNo. Are you?â
âNope.â
âWhat do you want to do?â you ask him, pulling away from him to look at his face through the darkness.
 Even though you canât see him too much, you know heâs smirking. âWell, thereâs already a fetus in you. Want to see if we can get another one?âÂ
You laugh and push his chest. âYouâre disgusting, Corpse!â
He laughs and grabs your hands and lifts your arms up so he can roll on top of you. âMaybe. But it got you to laugh.â
You blush and turn your head to the side as he sits on top of you, holding your hands above your head. He starts to kiss down your neck and you sigh. âCorpse.â
He hums against your skin.
 You bite your lip. âIâm not really in the mood, babe.â
Immediately, he stops what he was doing and lifts his head. âOkay. Thatâs fine, babe. Itâs been a long day. Can we still cuddle, though?â
You nod and smile. âOf course. You can be the little spoon.â
âYay!â he exclaims and climbs on top of you and rolls on his side. You get yourself situated behind him and throw one arm over his stomach and use the other one to play with his incredibly curly hair. Your legs get tangled together like they always do and you bury your fingers in his hair while he lets out a deep breath through his nose.Â
âHappy?â you ask him quietly and he nods. You squeeze his stomach with the arm you have there and kiss his head. âOkay. Try to sleep again, babe, okay?â
He nods, but both of you know youâre not going to fall asleep for a while. And thatâs okay. You both sit there in the darkness talking about everything and nothing while you play with his hair and he holds the hand around his stomach with one of his hands. You donât say anything else about you being pregnant or kids or how you want to get rid of it, and youâre glad. You donât want to talk about it because you feel like a bad person for not wanting the baby.Â
Of course, youâre not going to change your mind. Neither you nor Corpse are ready for a child. But that small voice in your head tells you that youâre making the wrong choice or a bad decision.
 But you donât listen to it. You donât listen to it that night while Corpse falls asleep again in your arms or when youâre in class the next day. Not even when youâre listening to a demo of Corpseâs new song in the car on the way to the clinic.
 âItâs really good!â you exclaim as he parks in the parking lot. âI love it, babe.â
He smiles at you before glancing at the clinic. âWant me to go with you?â
You shake your head. âNo, Iâll be fine. It'll take little while, though. So you can go do something else if you want to.â
He nods and leans in to give you a kiss. âOkay. I love you. Text me if anything goes wrong at all, okay?â
You laugh gently and nod. âOkay, I will.â
âLove you,â he tells you again as youâre putting your mask on.
 You pull it down and smile at him softly. âYou already said that, babe.â
He blushes and looks away. âO--oh. Sorry.â
You just kiss his cheek. âItâs okay. Iâll be back.â You pull your mask back up and gather your things before getting out of the car. You wave to him and then make your way into the clinic.
 And Corpse did stay true to his words about getting you In-N-Out after your appointment. He even paid for it and got you a milkshake, too.Â
That night, after finally dragging Corpse away from his computer so heâll at least try to fall asleep with you, you begin to think. You feel better after your appointment. Before, you were incredibly stressed out and even a little depressed. But afterward, you felt so much better. You felt like you could breathe and no have to worry about throwing up or eating the wrong thing.
 And you didnât regret getting an abortion. You and Corpse both knew neither of you are ready for one and thatâs okay. Youâre both still young and still new to being together. But as Corpse hums some song against your neck with his nose buried in the skin there, you feel the vibrations from his throat against your shoulder. You sigh happily and push a hand into his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. You feel him smile against your neck and you canât help but mimic it.
 Yeah. You and Corpse arenât ready for kids. But maybe you will be one day.
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Mornings
Pairing: Ransom x Reader
Word Count: 740
Warnings: None :) Just soft and fluffy for now (did I make ransom too soft in this? maybe but I have a thing for soft ransomđ)
Summary: Just a lazy morning with Ransom
A/N: Hey guys! âșïž This is my first fic on tumblr and Iâm so excited to start posting stuff more regularly. I have a lil passion for writing and starting with this lil blog will definitely help me indulge in my love for writing and my fantasies!! I am completely open for feedback and comments, I would appreciate them so much! I am also open for requests, Iâd love to take some of your ideas! <3 Thank you so much for reading lovelies :) (this is kinda sh!tty but I promise I'll get betterđ)
The sunlight starts peering through the blinds and it causes you to shift around. You slowly wake up and look over to the six foot man lying down next to you. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. But he went by Ransom. But you addressed him as one of your many nicknames for him, and those were his favourite names. He was lying on his toned stomach, hair tousled, and lashes sitting on the peaks of his cheekbones.
Seeing that he was still asleep, you got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. After freshening up, you put on one of your boyfriendâs t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you.
Grabbing all your supplies, you started to whip up some pancake batter, which was Ransomâs favourite. You sliced some strawberries and put out the whip cream and syrup on the table. You went back to your room to wake up Ransom.
You scratched his head gently, trying to wake him up.
âGâmorninâ handsome,â you said softly in his ear. Ransom shifted and groaned under the covers, the sheets barely covering his lower half.
âHey,â whispered Ransom as he smiled at you groggily.
âI made breakfast, get up,â you said to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and going downstairs.
âGet up!â you said loudly when you reached the stairs because you didnât hear him getting up. You went to the kitchen and got the coffee brewing before you started making your pancakes. You poured out your first pancake and it came out a bit more deformed than you wanted. You flipped it around and then felt Ransomâs arms embracing you from the back.
âThat oneâs crooked (Y/N),â said Ransom, chuckling softly.
âShut up, no itâs not Ran,â you said, being defensive.
âYes it is, itâs not even round,â he said.
âOkay fine you make one, Iâd love to see you try.â You handed him the bowl and he stood there, surprised that you actually handed him the bowl. He slowly poured the batter onto the pan and it formed a perfect circle.
âHa! See thatâs how you do it,â said Ransom as he laughed.
âThatâs just beginnerâs luck or whatever,â you replied and went to set the table. Ransom stood there with the spatula in his hand, waiting for⊠well he didnât know what he was waiting for. Suddenly, you smelt a burning aroma. You turned to see that the pancake was burning.
âRansom! You're supposed to flip it!â
âOh shit, I didnât know,â
You flipped the pancake to see it completely burnt. You took it onto the spatula and dumped it in the trash. You started laughing as you walked back to Ransom and he started to laugh with you. The two of you started to pour out the pancakes together. After making a stack of pancakes, you both sat at the table and started eating.
âMmm, these are so good baby,â said Ransom with his mouth full.
âAww thanks, you helped too though,â you said, smiling at him.
After you guys finished eating, Ransom washed the dishes and you scrolled through Netflix trying to find something for you guys to watch. You chose to watch your favourite show with Ransom. You laid down on the couch and Ransom came and sat down beside you, putting your legs over his lap.
âAre you wearing my clothes?â he asked.
âYeah I am, I like how they smell like you,â you said, smiling as you brought the shirt up to your nose and inhaled it.
âOh yeah? Well if you like the way I smell so much why donât you just come to the real thing?â he asked, with his iconic smirk plastered on his face.
âI donât know, I like the shirt better, it doesnât talk as much,â you said. Ransom scoffed and started laughing. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, tickling you.
âStoppp it! This is why I like the shirt better!â you shouted while laughing. You finally pushed yourself off Ransomâs lap and fell to the ground. You were both laughing, and you got up and sat on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss.
âYou canât kiss the shirt though,â smirked Ransom.
âI meanâŠâ
âShut up,â laughed Ransom, pulling you in for another kiss.
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omg i would love to read it if you want to share!! that sounds amazing. heartbreaking yes but i love angst and i love your writingâșïžâ€ïž
here u go anon <3
She wakes up in his arms and she thinks, I could stay here forever. She wakes up in his arms and itâs a Sunday morning and she thinks, I love you. She wakes up in his arms and she loves him and she knows she has to go.
â
âT?â His voice is rough, still half-asleep and she wipes away at the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes before he sees, but itâs Scott so, of course, he sees. Heâs always seen her. He sits up straighter, a frown creasing his brow, looking worried. âWhatâs wrong?â
She doesnât know the first thing to say, doesnât know where to begin, and as she searches for the right words to say, Scott pulls her tighter into his arms, his palm drawing a soothing line up her back over the T-shirt that she borrowed from him, settling gently over the nape of her neck.
When she looks up, his eyes soften. âTess,â he touches her cheek tenderly, âIâm not going to ask you to stay.â His chest rises and falls slowly beneath her. âI knowâI know youâve got a life that youâve built to go back to. Iâll never ask you to leave that. I would never want you to.â He presses his lips to her forehead and she closes her eyes. He leans back, runs his hand through her hair. âYour flight doesnât leave untilââ he squints at the clock on his bedside table ââten hours from now,â he smiles, âyou can get some more sleep.â
Sheâs about to protest but his fingers run through her hair, wrapping his arms tighter around her, and she canât resist the urge to close her eyes and get another hour or so of sleep. He knows that she doesnât like rising early if she can help it, that sheâs barely human before noon. He knows her.
â
Heâs making their breakfast, sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window. Heâs already pressed a cup of coffee in her hand. He mixes the batter, flour dusting his forearms and smudged on his cheek, and takes out the chocolate chips from his cupboard. (She had snuck a pack into their grocery basket when theyâd had to rush out to get supplies just the previous afternoon, but heâd caught her and rolled his eyes, shifting the butter to show her that heâd already gotten some. He knows her).Â
He pushes a full plate of pancakes towards her first, handing her a fork. He digs into his own plate, teasing her about how much sheâll miss his cooking once she leaves. Sheâll miss this when she leaves. Sheâs stayed at Scottâs for a couple of nights at least once a year, for so many years now, but it never gets easier. Sheâs still here and sheâs already missing him.Â
â
âReady to go?â Scott asks, closing the lid of his laptop when he sees her enter the kitchen, slipping his keys onto his finger and already reaching out for her bags to load into his car. (She wonders what it is heâs typing away at, but he always seems to be closing his work whenever she enters his space, and heâs always been as warm and affectionate as ever, but she canât help but feel that heâs hiding something from her, and it doesnât feel like itâs her place anymore to ask.)
âIâm ready,â she smiles. He helps her into her coat and opens the door for her. He waits until sheâs comfortable before he backs out of his garage, turning the radio on once theyâre on the road. Thereâs a Sam Smith song crooning from the speakers, My arms will be wide open for the moment you arrive, and all she can think of is the way Scott greeted her at the airport when sheâd just flown in, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat when she saw him, his arms opening wide once heâd seen her.
(Sheâll see him in a year, maybe less if they can make their schedules work. But she knows thereâll be a time that this will stop, that heâll meet someone whoâll turn his head and keep his heart, and sheâll have to give up the feeling that when she sees him, sheâs come home.)
â
He holds his hand out for a fist bump when theyâre able to find parking and she shakes her head and tries not to laugh at what an absolute dork she has for a best friend. Ever the gentleman, he insists on wheeling her luggage but not without playfully sneaking in a jab about how much she packs. She elbows him hard in the side and he yelps.
Itâs still a while until she needs to check in for her flight and Scott wanders off, coming back with a coffee for her.
âA flat white for mâlady,â he grins, his hair falling messily in front of his forehead and she resists the urge to sweep them away.
âThanks.â She sips on it, relishing the warmth spreading through her chest.
âCall me when you land, yeah?â Scott takes her hand. âEven if you think Iâll be asleep. I just want to know youâre safe.â
(Her chest aches at the earnest way he says it, all the things that make her fall in love with him just that little bit more, make him walk away from her with pieces of herself that he doesnât even know heâs holding.)
âI will.âÂ
She closes her eyes as a shiver runs through her, even with the layers of clothing she has on, even with the coffee in her hand. Snow had only begun to fall that morning but she was already wishing for warmer days already.
He frowns at her, and unwraps the scarf from his neck and loops it carefully around hers. His hands rest on her shoulders before he pulls her into a hug. She doesnât cry, she doesnât, she doesnât. She tucks her head into her neck and breathes him in, savouring the way one of his arms tightens around her waist, his hand tangling in her hair to cradle the back of her head. He presses his lips to her forehead before he pulls away.
âIâll miss you,â he says so softly, she barely hears it.
âIâll miss you too,â she holds onto the front lapels of his coat and rises on her tiptoes to brush her lips against the corner of his mouth.
(She looks back for a moment as sheâs walking away, and heâs still watching her with a tender smile. She sits in the waiting area for her flight, carry-on plopped down at her feet, and buries her nose in his scarf and itâs almost like heâs sitting beside her, holding her hand.)
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One year later
âTess! Weâve got more new books that have arrived!â
âThanks, Kaet! Iâll get right onto them.â She heads to the back room where they store the new deliveries and slices open the boxes, lifting the cardboard flaps.
Her heart drops when she sees the cover. Itâs a gorgeous emerald green, the title embossed with silver: Latching onto You. But itâs the authorâs name that catches her eye. Scott Moir, in unassuming serif font at the bottom. Suddenly, all the hours heâs spent at his laptop makes sense. Her hands shake as she opens the front cover, her breath catching in her throat when her eyes land on the dedication page.
For Tessa
 Every word has always been for you
Kaetlyn finds her crying. âTess, whatâs wrong?â
Kaetlyn picks up a book from the box. Her eyes widen when she sees his name (Everyone close to Tessa quickly finds out about Scott; every other story she tells features him). Tessa hears her gasp when she flips the page over, and she knows that Kaetlyn has found Scottâs message for her.
Kaetlyn takes her phone out, typing something. âHeâs got a book signing event on tonight, here in Montreal.â
âWhat?â
Kaetlyn rolls her eyes. âYou need to go!â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm sorry, are you or are you not in love with him?â
âI neverâI canâtââ
âWhen you came back last year, we were all so worried. You were so sad and we didnât know why. The only time you smiled was when you were on the phone with him.â She gestures to the book in Tessaâs hands. âYouâre holding a love letter in your hands. Donât you want to give him your answer?â
âWhat about closing the store?â she says dumbly.
âIâll take care of it, go, go!â Kaetlyn practically pushes her out of the door.
Her phone dings when Kaetlyn sends her the address of the book signing, and she pushes the speed limit when she drives there. Itâs just towards the end of the time when she makes it and sheâs huffing and puffing by the time she makes it to the door. Itâs locked.
âMiss?â A security guard comes up to her.
âA book signing? With Scott Moir?â she gets out.
âIâm sorry, but Mr Moir was in a hurry and left about fifteen minutes ago.â
âOh, I see. Thank you.â Her heart cracks in her chest. Sheâs just missed him.
She lands heavily in the front seat of her car, biting back the tears. The copy of Scottâs book stares at her from the passenger seat. Sheâll call him in the morning. He must have a busy schedule, doing all these book signings, but sheâll call him.
She sends Kaetlyn a quick message, checking if everything was alright with the shop, and drives back to her apartment. Just as she gets out of her car, a figure in the distance steps under a streetlight. Sheâd know him anywhere.
âScott.â She clumsily unbuckles her seatbelt and almost falls out of her car when she gets out. âScott, oh my god, Scott!â She runs towards him and his arms are open and waiting for her to fall into them. She doesnât stop the sobs that escape her, burying her head in his neck, wrapping her arms tight around him. âYou wrote me a book.â
âI did,â his hand runs through her hair. âYou still have my scarf,â he says, soft. His finger traces the edge of the scarf wrapped around her neck.
âI wanted to always have a piece of you with me.â She pulls back, cupping his face with her hands. She inches forward until their noses touch, and her eyes close. When he kisses her, it feels like a beginning. âI love you. I think I always have.â
He smiles, his eyes twinkling. âYou know, I wrote a book as a love declaration so I think Iâm gonna need something moreââ She interrupts him with another kiss. Itâs hard because theyâre both still smiling, but she wouldnât have it any other way. He kisses the curve of her ear, and whispers, âI love you, too.â
â
She takes him up to her apartment and he takes his time taking off every piece of her clothing sheâs wearing, his hands and lips worshipful on every inch, until sheâs gasping and sighing and moaning. Heâs gorgeous bare in the moonlight and when he fits inside her, sheâs never felt so complete.
After, as sheâs tucked into his side, legs tangled with his, she whispers, âWill you stay with me?â
He smiles down at her, shifting on his side so he can pull her closer to his warmth. âFor as long as you want.â
She thinks of the desk sheâd found second-hand that sheâd placed by the window with the best light. She thinks that that was always meant to be his. âForever?â
He nuzzles into the curve of her neck, breathing in deeply. He looks back up into her eyes. âYes.â
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All That Was FairÂ
Chapter 19: Merry of Soul
Summary: Claire and Jamie begin to settle in with each other, and Claire continues to experience human oddities.
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Chapter 19: Merry of Soul
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If Jamie thought Claire had been touchy before, nothing compared to the amount of contact they had now that they were together. Her handsâ or lipsâ were all over him at the most unexpected moments (and the expected moments as well, to be fair). Not that Jamie was complaining. Though every bit of contact still brought a blush to his cheeks and made his heart race so fast it could have torn out of his chest, he never wanted her to stop.Â
It had been two days since the fateful trip to Craigh na Dun and the following declarations of love. Two days since sheâd decided to stay with himâ bloody fool that he was. Two days of bliss with the love of his life.Â
Heâd left her that morning still asleep in their (their!) room. Her limbs had been strewn all over the place, making her look like a starfish sprawled on the bed. After disentangling himself from underneath her wee but aggressive arm, heâd placed a kiss to her temple, smiling with contentment that she was his to wake up to and kiss every morning.Â
Standing then in front of the stove, flipping his pancakes absently, he thanked God for the blessing of her. He breathed in a long sigh and tried to fully appreciate the perfection of his life.Â
The quiet was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist, making him jump.Â
âDid you forget about me?â A silky voice asked, lips brushing the back of his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. Claire must have been standing on her tiptoes to reach him.Â
He placed his own hands over top of hers, hugging her arms, and swayed slightly back and forth to take her with him where she was pressed against his back. Affection welled up inside him, so strong that he was nearly overcome.Â
âI couldna forget ye, mo chridhe. I only didna want tae wake ye up. Ye looked sae bonny and peaceful.âÂ
âYou should have. I donât like being in the⊠what is it called again?ââÂ
âBed,â Jamie answered automatically.
âBed. I donât like being in bed without you. Besides, I quite like how you wake me.âÂ
A blush rose in Jamieâs cheeks as he thought about how heâd kissed her awake the past two mornings. He loved seeing her sleepy eyes open and her smile as she met the day with the sight of him. How her lips would grow more eager as she regained consciousnessâŠÂ
âIâm verra sorry for leavinâ ye,â he apologized, turning around in her arms so he could loop his own around her waist, âwhatever can I do tae make it up tae ye?âÂ
Claire hummed, looking exaggeratedly thoughtful, and then tapped a finger on her cheek expectantly.Â
Happy to oblige, Jamie leaned down and placed a kiss at the indicated spot. Claire smiled in response, looking like a cat that got the cream. She then tapped the other cheek, and Jamie was quick to give it the same treatment, this time letting his lips linger for a long moment. Her smile widening, she pointed to her forehead.Â
âAwfully demanding, are ye noâ?â Jamie accused warmly before pressing an obedient kiss there.Â
Claire just murmured an assentâ apparently completely willing to own itâ before her wee finger was placed over her lips.Â
It took Jamie only the length of a heartbeat to cover her mouth with his own, uncaring of trivial things like morning breath or whether or not Claire would be able to taste the residual pancake batter on his lips. If she could, she didnât mind, because she spent the next minute withdrawing half a centimeter only to kiss him again, her tongue less than timid as she indulged herself. He found it unreasonably enjoyable, and his hand wandered up to cup the back of her head to keep her mouth on his.Â
Her appreciative murmur vibrated his lips, and that only served to encourage him all the more.Â
But he was interrupted from his task by Claire drawing back enough to gasp, âdo you smell that?âÂ
Tearing his eyes away from her puffy lips, he turned around toward the stove to see that his pancakesâ really now more black lumpsâ had smoke rising from them in active billows.Â
âChrist!â he swore, at the same time as the smoke detector began to go off.Â
At the shrill noise, Claire let out a startled cry and smacked her hands over her ears. Jamie didn't have time to reassure her as he lunged toward the burning pancakes and tore them off the heat. He juggled them with one hand and turned on the fan with the other before shutting off the stove. With everything going wrong, of course it was that very moment when the handle of his old pan decided to snap, and the bowl of the pan (smoking pancakes included), started to fall. On instinct, Jamie grabbed for it with his free hand. Pain shot through him on contact, and he hissed as he jerked his hand away, allowing the damn thing to tumble to the ground. He jumped out of the way, smashing into Claire, who still was holding her hands over her ears and looking terrified.Â
Exclaiming some rather colorful words, Jamie reached out his not burnt hand to steady Claire.
âSorry, lass. Itâs okay, dinna fash,â he said with a raised voice over the obnoxious beeping of the fire alarm directly over their head.Â
âWhatâs that sound?â Claire yelled out, looked very distressed with her wide eyes and hunched shoulders.Â
âItâll stop in a second,â he shouted.Â
Sure enough, as the smoking mess on the floor subsided, the smoke detector went quiet. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief.Â
Claire, the poor thing, looked nearly ready to cry.Â
âIt was jesâ the smoke alarm, mo nighean donn,â he tried to reassure, âthe sound makes sure that I ken thereâs a fire so I can put it out.â
âI did not like that,â she said with a shake of her head, shuddering.Â
âIâm sorry, a leannan, come here.â
Drawing her close, Jamie gave his faerie a cuddle. She melted into him, and the tension flowed from her muscles as soon as he enveloped her. It made Jamie swell with a certain satisfaction to comfort her over something so trivial, as if he were some knight in shining armor whoâd rescued the fair maiden from the beastly alarmâ only heâd actually been the one to cause it in the first place and he hadnât done anything but make a mess while trying to solve it.Â
As if suddenly remembering, or perhaps she could sense the slight sting in his fingers, Claire drew back and exclaimed, âgive me your hand!â
Smiling but a bit nervous, Jamie held out his hand for her. He watched with anticipation as the soft golden light emanated from her hands as they formed a cup around his. This time, instead of watching the light, he turned his head up to look at Claireâs face. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, lines etched in her face as she focused all her energy. She blinked hard once, shook her head, and went back to staring down at their joined hands. Jamie felt the tingling warmth flow through him, making his hand buzz with energy. The pain began to subside, and the determined expression on her bonny features eased. After half a second more, the light faded from her palms. She didnât let go, but stroked his now perfect fingers between her hands.Â
To add the finishing touch, she brought his hand to her lips and began to kiss each finger one by one. Her lips were soft; her kisses more healing than even her energy.Â
âYe make a good nurse,â Jamie said in a gravely tone, enraptured by her gentle touches.Â
âHmmm?â she murmured, still focused on her task. Finishing with his pinky, she curled his fingers down and pressed one last feather-light kiss to his knuckles. Â
âYeâre a fine healer, Sassenach,â Jamie amended. He brought his newly healed finger tips up under her chin and tilted her face up toward him. âAnd Iâm verra grateful yeâre mine.âÂ
He leaned in to give her a proper kiss. She didnât respond as enthusiastically as usual, but her lips molded to his and in a passive sort of way. He chalked it up to her nerves over the alarm and concern over his injury, but it still disturbed him because she had never responded in this way.Â
Following his resolution to communicate better, he pulled back and asked while cupping her face with a tender hand, âare ye alright, mo chridhe?âÂ
The smile she mustered seemed forced, which didnât do much to ease his worries. âIâm fine,â she said, âjust felt strange for a second, itâs nothing.â
He kept studying her for another long second, but she remained firm in her statement without adding anything else. With a dip of his shoulders, he decided to let it go.Â
âIâm sorry about that, my sweet one,â he said with a self-deprecating shake of his head, âI didna mean for all this chaos this morning.âÂ
âItâs not your fault, Jamie,â she countered. The newly growing smile seemed much more genuine again as she added, âI probably shouldnât have distracted you while you were makingâŠâ
âPancakes,â Jamie filled in.Â
âPancakes,â she echoed, looking thoughtful.Â
She was trying to learn words as much as she could, and Jamie found that he quite liked his role as tutor. At least he quite liked rewarding her for her learning of new vocabulary.Â
âAnd the word for the first meal of the day, do ye recall?â he quizzed.Â
Looking up at him with a triumphant expression, she exclaimed, âbreakfast.â
âMmmm,â he hummed approvingly, âthatâs verra good.âÂ
He leaned down and gave her a soft, gentle peck on the lips, and as he drew back, he found she was smiling.Â
âYouâre a very good teacher, you know,â she said, âmaybe soon Iâll start teaching you another language and see if youâre as good of a student. Which one would you prefer?âÂ
Jamie laughed, âmaybe we take it one step at a time. I can barely keep up wiâ things as it is. Maybe we start wiâ fair folk culture and go on from there.â
âDeal,â she agreed.Â
âAnyway,â he said, marveling a little at her ability to get him sidetracked, âit seems my breakfast has been ruined. Perhaps yeâll give me a wee moment tae grab somethinâ else?â
âHmmm,â Claire looked gravely ponderous as she considered his request, âI suppose Iâll allow it just this once.âÂ
Jamie rolled his eyes with a smile that betrayed how happy moments like these made him. He took a step away from her, already mourning the loss, and headed over to the pantry.Â
As he stood debating between the merits of cereal or a granola bar (both required no cooking, thank you very much), hands suddenly snaked their way under his shirt. He stiffened in surprise at first, and then relaxed as the hands started to stroke up and down the length of his back.Â
He shot a glance over his shoulder to see Claire behind him looking innocently up at him. He raised a brow.Â
âWhat are ye doinâ, lass?â he asked.Â
She gave a little shrug but did not remove her hands. âTouching you.âÂ
Thereâs his faerie.Â
âIs that noâ what got us in trouble in the first place?âÂ
She gave a little hum that said I canât argue with that, but then countered, âI donât think I care.âÂ
Forgetting all about breakfast, Jamie whirled around. He grabbed the backs of her legs and hoisted her up into his arms. She let out a squeal but quickly got with the program, wrapping her legs around Jamieâs middle and her arms around his neck.Â
As he held her tightly against him, their fronts smashed together, he turned his face to catch her mouth and kiss her fervently. Those perfect lips against his seemed almost victorious as she pressed them to his just as passionately. A hum of satisfaction rose from her, making Jamie nearly drop her with how watery it made his legs.Â
After a long moment of enjoying her mouth against his, he finally drew back.Â
âI dinna ken how every time I kiss ye it feels like the first time,â he breathed.Â
âAnd I donât understand how the first time I kissed you it felt like the hundredth time,â she agreed.Â
âHey,â he said suddenly, smiling so hard his face felt like it would split and tightening his grip on her thighs, âI love you, you know that?âÂ
âI love you, James Fraser,â she replied, her gaze soft with adoration.Â
Jamie went to put her down then, releasing his grip on her legs and expecting her weight to drop off of him. Only instead of her legs unwrapping from his waist and her hopping down, she clung to him stubbornly.Â
As he brought his hands far out to the each side to marvel at the barnacle that seemed to be glued to him, Claire tightened her hold.Â
âA leannan,â he chuckled, âare ye noâ getting down, then?âÂ
âDonât think so,â she said from where her face was pressed into his neck.Â
He let out a very Scottish noise from deep in his throat. With one hand, he held her against him just to keep her steady, and with the other, he turned back to the pantry and began rooting through the items.Â
He withdrew victorious with a granola bar from the package, and he held it up behind him to the wee faerie.Â
âCare tae help me wiâ this seeinâ as I only have one hand at the moment?âÂ
âOf course, darling,â she obliged.Â
One of her hands reached out to grab it. Still keeping both arms around his neck, she somehow managed to tear open the package (much like a child wouldâ she still hadnât gotten that human task down) and then handed it back to him.Â
It was beginning to get real to Jamie just how little personal space he would ever have again.Â
And he loved it.Â
âThank ye, wee one,â he said before taking a bite. Curious fingers began to thread into his hair as he did, making it extremely hard to concentrate on the simple task of breakfast. Fingertips pressed delightfully into the nape of his neck and tangled into the soft curls there.Â
His throat felt tight as she caressed him, making it hard for him to swallow. It wasnât his fault that her every brazen touch turned him into a besotted sapâŠÂ
âAre ye going tae go through my whole morninâ routine wiâ me?â he asked, shoving the last of the granola bar into his mouth, still rooted in the same spot by the pantry.Â
Christ, this lass made it impossible for him to eat a meal slowly and in peace. Impatient thing.Â
The fingers paused their exploration. âMost certainly.âÂ
âWell, we might as well have some fun wiâ it then. I ken ye dinna need it because ye dinna eat, but would ye care tae learn how tae brush yer teeth?âÂ
She drew back so she could look at him with eyes alight with curiosity. âWhatâs that?âÂ
âYeâll see.âÂ
*
Upstairs in the bathroom, Jamie somehow managed to detach his clingy faerie. She let go reluctantly, dangling her feet down and allowing Jamie to deposit her onto the ground. Once he was free, he stooped down to find a new toothbrush from the cabinet. Finding one from the dentist a few months ago, he let out an aha and held it triumphantly up to Claire.Â
âAnd you use that on your teeth?â she asked warily.Â
âAye. Itâs called a toothbrush. Watch.âÂ
Demonstrating with his own toothbrush, Jamie wet it before applying toothpaste and sticking it in his mouth. In what was likely a comical expression, he bared his teeth and exaggeratedly brushed the bristles over it.Â
Claire was giving him a look of distaste and near horror that made his wame twitch with hilarity.Â
He switched his brushing to go further back into his mouth, making her eyes go even wider.Â
âAre you sure this is nothing like eating?â she asked, apparently still a bit traumatized from the incident with the spaghetti that first night.
âNo,â Jamie laughed through the toothpaste in his mouth, âit jesâ cleans yer teeth after yeâve eaten. Ye dinna actually swallow the toothbrush.âÂ
He rinsed and spit before straightening up to face a still dubious Claire.Â
âReady tae try, lass?âÂ
She wrinkled her nose a little but gave a nod.Â
Jamie prepared her toothbrush for her. As he approached her, she eyed him with a wide eyed look of apprehension mixed with curious excitement. She opened her mouth tentatively like a nervous child at the dentist.Â
He cupped his free hand around the back of her head, his thumb making soothing circles. Then, slowly, so as not to startle her, he placed the bristles onto her teeth.Â
It was his expectation that sheâd jerk away in disgust the moment it touched her, but she stayed still. He gently moved the bristles back and forth, very lightly over her front teeth, and she blinked rapidly and sucked a sharp breath in through her nose.Â
âAlright, lass?â he asked with a smile as she froze underneath his hand.Â
She gave a nod, and he continued, rubbing the toothbrush just over the front of her teeth. He felt it as she relaxed, the buzzing tension easing as she came to the realization that this was, in fact, not tortureâ nor anything like eating.Â
She made a âhuhâ sound from deep in her throat, and Jamie withdrew the toothbrush so she could speak.Â
âIt feels⊠kind of nice,â she said slowly.Â
âAye. I ken ye dinna really need tae clean yer teeth since ye dinna eat to dirty them in the first place, butâŠâ he eyed her with a gleam in his eye and a smirk, âif yeâre gonna be puttinâ that mouth on me all day long, ye might as well taste minty fresh.âÂ
To his great enjoyment, Claire flushed, looking at the same time like she felt embarrassed and also wanted to kiss him some more.Â
âHere, lass,â he said, âwash yer mouth out.âÂ
He handed her a cup of water, and she mimicked what he had done earlier and rinsed. Â
Once she was done, she straightened up and looked at him expectantly, as if there was some last step to be completed.Â
âNow,â Jamie said, the corners of his mouth pulling up, âIâll find out how ye taste, aye?â
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dreamscapes
this is a little gift-fic for @scribbledghost! because you know as well as I do that she deserves all the love in the universe. this takes place in her âMultitudes AUâ (or does it..?) and I directly pulled some lines from her stories to make parallels, so all rights belong to her. If you havenât read it recently, I highly recommend a reread - not because itâs necessary but because itâs that good.
paring:Â Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x readerÂ
wordcount:Â 2.5k
warnings: brief mention of âcanonâ typical trauma, literally so much fluffÂ
summary:Â post universe-collision, you and Jack grow closer and closer every day, and every nightÂ
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A few weeks had passed since your literal reality had collided with Jackâs- and it still feels surreal. He wouldnât take no for an answer in all the best ways: you lived in his home, worked in his office, ate everything he put before you. It was the most safe and loved you felt in years, maybe ever.
The looming threat of losing it all, the memories of it actually happening, and echoes of loneliness still haunted you sometimes, but he fought them. Your sweet, try-hard Statesman cowboy would fight for you, making sure you eat like a mother hen, and shooing away prying questioners like it was his job. And he wrapped his strong arms around you, resting his chin on your head and glaring, daring the darkness to try taking away his love again.
Itâs not happening â he spent too many nights sleepless, agonizing over the death of your world to let anything happen to you. And he lost so much once, he knows he wont make the same mistake twice.
Towards the beginning, he had been careful, trying to be as considerate as possible, but youâd been in agreement about one thing: you would share his bed. After gathering the courage to sleep with your monitors side by side, this was an obvious choice, but seeing his face when you woke didnât compare to the elation of reaching forward and touching it. Of feeling his skin against yours, the relaxed muscles of his half-asleep body, gathering you as close to him as he could.
It was perfect.
Except, there was one thing being tucked against him couldnât fix, that all the fighting for your health couldnât cut away.
Nightmares.
Waking up to the love of his life tended or thrashing in his arms was a hurdle he never even thought of when he yearned for your presence in his life. Jack did everything he could, whispering into your hair, running soothing hands over your skin, even signing his favorite country lullabies when you woke and needed his voice to cling to. It made him wish for the times when youâd find each other in your dreams, when he could look you in your eyes and mouth to you that he would do anything to make sure it was okay.Â
It made him wish, as as he had before, that the universe had given him you under different circumstances.Â
And in a way, he got his wish.
-
It was hazy, he almost couldnât see â musty and damp and dark, like he was a basement.
In the background of his mind there was a pulsing ache of fear, desperation, claustrophobia, and betrayal. It was gnawing at him, steady as a drum, pounding and painful.
Jack tried go move, his limbs heavy and stiff and different, than he remembered them. Harrier, darker, less ⊠human. You were tucked into his side, tears drying on your face as your hands wander across the expanse of his chest.
The rising panic in his chest subsided.
Everything was different except one thing. You loved him, and he loved you.
Sure that everything could be okay, he shook his head to clear it, confused at the weight and size of it, before he woke, for real.
-
Jack felt strange, lighter and smaller, and he took slow breaths through his mouth. Against his side, you were still asleep, mercifully peaceful, and your hand twitched on his chest, running through the folds of his shirt like it was part of him.
When you woke, youâre eyes were puffy, but void of the familiar dark circles youâd grown accustomed to. Footsteps lighter than he could remember them being in awhile, Jack made you pancakes that morning, thinking nothing of the dream he had.Â
You were his love, brought to him by the universe and some science, and his sheer power of will, and he wasnât going to dwell on anything other then the fact that you were here. He was going to take it day by day.
It was a byproduct of your trauma, your need to stay close to him, and he liked having you a step away, or better yet, under his arm. Well rested, you slipped your hand into he crook of his elbow and talked more boldly around his coworkers. When you mimicked his accent he nearly cried, thankful beyond words he could see the teasing glint in your eyes, clear of the usual sheen of anxiety.
It was more than enough, your energy, to occupy his heart and mind the whole day through.
-
Your body had been sore when you went to bed, just a little from building your strength and keeping up with your long-limbed lover.
But this was something different, something new. Your body ached, pulsing and throbbing and through the haze of confusion you realized you needed⊠Jack. Where was he? He should know. He should be able to feel how much you needed him to soothe your pain.
Distress rose in your throat until you could hear yourself, pleading for him, whining in a way you didnât recognize. You didnât know who you were talking to, but you were desperate for his touch, his comfort, anything.Â
And all of a sudden there he was, like he had heard you, your Jack but⊠different. Intense, shockingly so, confident and possessive waves rolling off of him, and you would have froze if seeing him didnât make you need him even more.
When he stooped closer to you, though, the fear melted away, and he was gentle, so caring and worried and tender you could hardly understand it.
He was rougher and softer than the Jack youâd fallen asleep next to, but when he rubbed his nose along your neck, there wasnât a single worry in your mind. Comfort washed over you, flooded your mind and body, his adoration clear and you could smell him. It was your Jack, your love, and he was taking care of you.
-
At the Statesman headquarters the next day, Ginger caught your arm, and Jack bristled next to you.
The woman let go quickly but her smile was kind as she told you, âYouâve been looking better, recently.â
She wanted to ask What changed? but she hardly could. You were fine the last time you let them test you, and she was well aware she was on thin ice. Besides, other than looking more rested, more self assured, itâs not like there was any evidence that the change in realities was having a lasting impact on you.
You smiled graciously and thanked her, before your love moved you along.
In truth, you felt better, too, and you didnât want to question it.
-
It was another nightmare.
You surveyed the surrounding wasteland with resignation, less afraid that you had been in one of these in quite a long time. Your legs felt stronger than they had in months, like youâd been hiking. Jackâs whip was in your hand and you stared at it, wondering at the pride and confidence that filled your chest.
The realization hit you â you knew how to use it, enjoyed it even. Baffled at your satisfaction, you went back to examining the woods around you, searching for clues to the place your mind had created for you.
There were people around you, that you vaguely recognized from the Statesman, battered and looking worse for wear. They were listening to your Jack, as he instructed them on something.
Moving closer you saw his facial hair was grown out, rugged and handsome, and there were spatters of something dark on the edges of his clothes. The words coming from his mouth were strange, but you didnât mind them, determination settling in your gut like you knew what he was saying.
Instinctively, your hand slipped into a pocket of your bag, and you pulled out a little stuffed cat. Perplexed but comforted, you put it away, looking up to see your love coming towards you. He was solid at your side, tired eyes filled with the fire of survival.
âYou know I ainât goinâ anywhere you ainât, baby,â he said it like a promise heâd spoken many times before.
âI know, cowboy,â you heard yourself say.
-
It took you two steps to Jackâs, when he was walking quickly. The pace made your journey from Gingers office short and you almost laughed at the look on your partnerâs face.
You loved him, but sometimes you felt like he was more anxious than you were, about your joining his worldâs population.
Her and Soda had just shown you⊠something crazy, to be sure. All the universes where theyâd found you and Jack connected, and it was beautiful, overwhelming.
Once the high had worn off, however, there were lingering thoughts, unspoken fears â what did that mean? What would happen in the universe decided it need more drastic methods to correct the error you created?
The little videos danced in your mind, stirring up foggy memories of things that didnât quite feel like your own. It left you uneasy, uncertain, but you promised him that they were proof. If you could be certain about one thing, surely it was him?
Settling in his arms that night, you notice he held you tighter, like he was cherishing it as much as he had the very first time he held you.
-
The sun was well into the sky by the time Jack pried his eyes open, and that was normal. He wasnât sure why, but if definitely felt routine.
This dream was a blurry as he prepared for the day, surprisingly domestic until it stilled again, and his elbows were resting on a long wooden counter.
There was laughter and chatter and country music and flirting and it seemed comfortable, like he belonged here. Almost like this was his home, and heâd been here awhile.
But his heart clenched when he looked around and couldnât see you. Fear clawed at his throat and he almost thought it would be okay if you were anywhere â with another man or annoyed in the corner or anything, as long as you were here.
But then he felt your hand on his back, and he whipped around, almost knocking over a weeks worth of wages in glass. It didnât matter, you were there, and he was so glad to see you he didnât even tan your hide for coming behind the bar.
No, instead he kissed you until he heard hoots and hollers from his patrons, relishing the way you kissed him back, hands holding him like he was your anchor.Â
Pulling away, he realized a crudely dressed ex-customer was walking out the door, no doubt suddenly aware of the futility of flirting with him, and he tugged you into his side.
When you looked at him unquestioningly, he knew, to the sole of his boots, you weren't going anywhere.
The burning of the ring in his pocket lessened, and he kissed you again.
-
Jack woke, more at ease than heâd been for a long time. Tilting his head he watched your eyes move behind your eyelids, lashes fluttering before you sighed and tucked your nose into his neck and settled.
It was a perfect moment, or it would have been, if Gingerâs show yesterday wasnât still sticking in his kind, buzzing around like a summer fly, too small and quick to grasp. His previous worries of you being taken from him, were eased by his dreams butâŠ
His dreams. Finally, he could place a finger on what was so strange about those images saying before his eyes yesterday. It was almost as if heâd had that feeling, of connection to you, before. Almost if heâd been having them for months.
Jack mulled it over for throughout the morning, wondering if having such an odd conversation was worth spoiling the peaceful Saturday.
You looked so cozy, wrapped in one of his sweatshirts, rocking gently on his patio, the sunshine brushing your outstretched toes.
But he couldnât resist. It felt like a gift from the universe, those little dreams, and he wanted to acknowledge it.
âIâve been having dreams about you lately,â he said, settling next to you with a strange sense of dejavu.
âYeah?â you asked, cuddling into him like it had never been different. âWhat kinda dreams?â
âWellâŠâ he started, âitâs like Iâm me⊠but Iâm not. Like those different universes Ginger and Soda showed us â Iâm Jack from somewhere else, doing something else. And then youâre there, darlin, and just when I know everythingâs going to be okay â â
âYou wake up,â you finished, giddy laughter bubbling out of you. âIâve been havin the same dreams, I thought⊠I thought it was just me.â
âAgain,â Jack joined you laughter, shaking his head in disbelief.
âI think we can reasonably come to the same conclusion we did last time, cowboy,â you said, relaxing into the warmth of his chest again.
âMaybe this was all meant to be, somehow.â
Jack leaned down to kiss your temple, his mouth almost smiling too wide to do it properly.
âMaybe like we were meant to be.â
-
Jack woke alone in his bed, longing in his heart.
As he got up and got ready for work, his movements were methodical, boring, simple. It was lonely, a feeling he hadnât quite felt in awhile, and he hated it, wondering why it felt so wrong.
When he looked through his kitchen window, he knew.
Across his yard and part of another, there you were, sleepy as you picked up the newspaper off your porch. You glanced at his house and he almost ducked like a teenager caught peeping, but he held his ground, ready to wave if your eyes met his.
When they didnât, a need rose in his stomach, insistent. There was no way he could start his day without seeing you â and when he checked the clock, it confirmed the theory blooming in his mind.
He had planned for this.
Grinning, he threw on his boots and slipped out the door, grabbing an extra handful of eggs to share with you.
In the back of his mind, Jack thought it was nice, to get to fall in love with you in a normal way.
-
You woke alone in your bed, longing in your heart.
Rolling out of it, you began to get ready, a nagging feeling on your mind. You shouldnât feel lonely, it said, and you almost believed it.
Still, you werent sure what to do about it, you had to get ready for the day. You had ample time, for some reason, but making a real breakfast, one with eggs, seemed like it would only make you with you had someone to eat them with. So you wandered around your house, confused at why your feet wanted to carry you outside.
When you did, to get the newspaper, you knew. Looking over at the house next to yours, you scolded yourself for not remembering â Jack. Your love, your cowboy, wait. No, your crush.
The pig milling around his garden looked at you, and you couldâve sworn she winked.
Back inside, you watched through the window as he sauntered his way over o your home, and you grinned. He was wearing his boots and jeans and his shirt was mis-buttoned, and he was bringing over some of his eggs.
In the back of your mind, you were thankful for the chance to fall in love, the normal way.
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Bonus:
Jack sighed, turning his pencil to tap the eraser on the paper of the notebook.
He wasnât sure how he got here, really it didnât make sense, but here he was, nonetheless. Writing stories about a love of his life he hadnât met yet.
It didnât bother him really, as the lines filled the papers, but heâd been catching himself daydreaming a lot recently. He liked the idea of someone out in the universe, sweet and kind and lovely, who adored him just as thoroughly.
And little did he know, that he was right.
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A Thank You To The Wilsons'
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x the Wilsonsâ
Summary: Bucky wants to thank the Wilsonsâ for everything, and finds something special for them.
Warnings: none
Word count: about 1.7K
Bucky was happy. But he also had one worry. He worried about how to show his thanks to the Wilsonsâ for everything they did for him.
To Sam, who just had to know about even the small and especially gruesome details of his past, who despite his initial skepticism of his person, trusted others and Bucky himself enough to help him. The first person he could always turn to with just about anything, even when Bucky had ignored him and Sam still tried and tried and tried. How he had really put the âtoughâ in âtough loveâ and knew that was exactly what he needed.
To Sarah, who not only accepted him from the start despite probably knowing who he was but also reminded him of who he once had been and would have stayed of the universe or whatever higher power had allowed him to. She didnât even shy away from putting him in his place. And then, some time after school had started again, she had allowed him to pick up AJ and Cass from school. She had taken him with her and had him meet all the teachers and the principal.
To AJ and Cass, who immediately accepted him. The first time he visited, they looked appropriately weirded out by their mom flirting with someone and were suspiciously looking at this more-or-less stranger on their familyâs boat. They had known not to touch the shield, let alone play with it, but what were they supposed to do when Uncle Sam just left it laying around? But Bucky didnât tattle on them. That was the first time they thought about giving him a kind of honorific. Then, when school started again, after some weeks they asked their mom if Bucky could pick them up. He could. That was also the time, they started using him as their personal jungle gym.
Then, Bucky turned up at the cook out. With a store-bought cake, but the gesture was what counted and frankly, Cass said to AJ, he probably couldnât cook more than an egg. Well, that not only would, but would have, to change should Bucky not leave Delacroix right the next day. And then, Bucky announced heâd like to move in, if theyâd let him and if Sam learned to share.
In the fall, Bucky finally, officially, moved in with the guest room made into his permanent room. He learned sailing, fishing, preparing the seafood for selling. He learned which kids needed some more food when coming to the soup kitchen.
One night, when Sarah came into the kitchen, exhausted from a dayâs work, the stress of trying to revive a failing business in a post-Blip world.
âUsually, I love what I have. And what I do. But there are days I just want to sleepâ She mumbled, sitting down and rubbing her face.
Bucky sat down across the corner from her. âJust in general, or did something happen today?â
âThe bank that told us they could help us. You know the one where my big brother made a fool of himself? They just called and told us how theyâre so very sorry but they couldnât help us now.â
Bucky went quiet after that and only hugged her tight.
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The next day, after he had brought Cass and AJ to school, he drove to the bank. He asked for the exact employee that had Sam made a fool of himself and Sarah so exhausted.
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Another day later, Sarah had to take an important call right in the middle of the family breakfast. Just as Bucky, and today also Sam, were ready to take the boys to school, she came back into the room and announced: âWe got the loan! And the conditions are even better than what they first offered us!â
There was a quick Wilson-Barnes hugging pile, although Sam had to run one or two red lights to get the boys to class on time. Every few minutes during the car ride, Sam looked at Bucky from the corner of his eye. Bucky seemed deep in thought.
In the evening they all celebrated and AJ and Cass were allowed to stay up longer than usual, even for a Friday night.
The next morning, Bucky heard clattering in the kitchen. Earlier than he thought he would. âMaybe itâs Sarah and the sleeping rhythm of a mom never changes back.â He slipped down to the kitchen with the intention to surprise her.
âYouâre not getting any closer!â Sam growled as he spun around with a batter dripping spatula in hand.
âI thought you were Sarah!â Bucky exclaimed, more shook than he thought he should have been.
âDid my hair get that long?â Sam stroked his head.
âWhat are you doing there?â Bucky nodded to the spatula that now dripped a yellow-y batter on the floor.
âPancake batter.â
âThis early?â
âThe perfect batter needs patience, time and passion!â Sam was indignant.
âBut youâre letting me have coffee, right?â
âBecause you askedâ Sam did that half-smile of his.
As Bucky was finishing his coffee, the other three Wilsonsâ came down.
âPancakes!â AJ called out.
âPancakes!â Sam confirmed.
âPancakes!â Cass yelled, coming down after his brother.
âThatâs a useful big brotherâ Sarah smiled.
âYou, too.â
âSo, what do we all want? One serving of pancakes with berries and chocolate syrup-â
âYes!â Cass grinned.
â-one serving of pancakes with jam in between each one-â
âThatâs me!â That came from AJ.
â-one serving of pancakes with berries, chocolate syrup and jam on the side, specifically to be used for dipping. Grossâ Sam chuckled.
âYou keep telling yourself thatâ Sarah retorted.
âAnd Bucky?â
There was a chorus of three voices, all going âOhhhhh!â
âHuh? What about me?â Bucky looked like what Sarah would later describe as âthe confused puppyâ look.
âWhat do you want with your pancakes?â
âUhm, uhâŠâ
âThere areplums in this kitchenâ Sam grinned at Bucky.
âCould I get them with plums and berries and chocolate syrup in between?â With each word after âplumsâ Bucky got quieter and redder.
âI think I got that.â
One serving after the other, Sam carefully and lovingly made the pancakes, and only after everyone was already tucking in, did Sam get some pancakes for himself. Bucky couldnât help but notice how there was only one dollop of jam on the uppermost of his pancakes.
The breakfast and weekend went down peacefully. Playing in the backyard with the boys, the shield being used as an over-glorified frisbee, trying to teach Bucky some more cooking. Through all of it, Bucky was quieter than usual. Especially Sarah and Sam continued to shoot him looks, wondering what was up with him.
During the next weeks, everything went back to normal. Bucky brought the boys to school and picked them up, sometimes with Sarah, sometimes with Sam. The boat began to shine in new splendor without glossing over its history to the family and the community. The boys complained about school work, raved about other things that happened and brought up one or two school mates who very visibly sidled up to them just because now their uncle had somehow been accepted as a national symbol. Although Bucky had no reason to be proud of them, after all he didnât have a hand in raising them, he still was.
During Christmas Break, Sarah approached him.
âBuck, could you and maybe Sam, watch the boys for the day?â
âYeah, of course! Did something come up? Can I help?â
âThatâs sweet of you, but itâs just wash day for me.â
âHey, I can do the laundry! Iâve gotten better at it!â Bucky responded eagerly.
âNo, no, itâs-â Sarah chuckled quietly. âItâs my hair. It needs quite the pampering now, especially after the last weeks.â
Buckyâs eyes went wide.
âBuck? You okay?â Sarah seemed worried.
âYep. Yeah. Just had a thought. Donât worry about itâ He reassured her.
She nodded. Bucky gathered Sam and the boys and when they went out, Sarah went up to the bathroom. Bucky had a moment to look at the back of her head. During the day, the playing and getting the lunch, he looked at the three Wilsonsâ. He really looked at them and especially their hair. Their hair that was so very different from his own.
At home, dinner made by Sam was a quiet affair on Buckyâs part. AJ and Cass retold everything that had happened, from Sam faceplanting, Bucky getting them all the food they wanted to Sam and Bucky chasing them around and then the other way round.
After all the Wilsonsâ were asleep, Bucky started researching. He looked up everything he could. Quite some time later, he ordered four things and went to sleep himself.
Three days later, AJ and Cass were in school, Sarah was on the boat and Sam had been called away for some promotional thing but according to him this time it was something even Sam Wilson, and not only the symbol of Cap, stood behind.
Bucky arranged the four single parcels on the kitchen table, wrapping them in paper and ribbons. He sat down and tapped his foot anxiously. He didnât stop until Sam came in with the boys and Sarah.
AJ was first to ask. âUncle Bucky? What is that?â
âitâs, uh⊠a little something. To say thank you.â
âFor what?â Sarah cocked her head.
âUhm, uh. For⊠well, everything.â
âWell, what is it? Cass implored.
âGo on, open them!â Bucky pushed the two smaller parcels to AJ and Cass, the middle one to Sam and the biggest one to Sarah.
âIs that really?â Sarah looked at Bucky, then down again at the fabric peeking out from her half-opened package.
âBucky, are these bonnets?!â Sam looked at him in disbelief.
Bucky rubbed his neck. âYeah. I, uh. Just thought itâd be a nice way of thanking you all. Something thatâs not just something superficial, that actually is of use for all of you.â
âThank you, Bucky. Thank you so muchâ Sarah whispered and trailed her fingers over her long bonnet.
âYouâre very, very welcomeâ He grinned.
The boys had already put their bonnets on and hugged Buckyâs waist. Sarah hugged him on his other side and Sam put his left arm around his nephews and the right one around Buckyâs shoulders.
âWeâre never letting you go now, you know that, right?â Sam said.
âYouâre also not getting rid of me, you know that, right?â Bucky retorted.
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