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readychilledwine · 11 months ago

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Wide Awake

Summary - Tamlin comes to a slow realization seeing you fight in the War against Hybern. Now he can only hope it's not too late

Warnings - mentions of blood and death, Tamlin being in love

A/n - some tamlin fluff before I drop angst for sad Boi spring day 💜

He had to get to you.

Tamlin's only thought as he watched blood and death spread around him was you.

You were fighting in this war, this war he allowed to happen, and he wasn't at your side. That thought alone chilled him despite the fur as he tore through male after male in search of you. Since childhood, there hadn't been a moment where you weren't by his side.

And now in a moment where he could feel your fear, worry, and pain, he wasn't at yours.

It had taken much too long for that bond to snap, and it came in such a moment of heartache that all Tamlin could do was ignore it for the past 50 years.

He was done doing that now.

He was done ignoring you.

Done pretending that if he didn't love you, that if you weren't his mate, you were safe.

He knew you were close. That constant tug on the bond driving each tear of flesh, each swipe of sharp claws.

He finally reached you, seeing you and Lucien back to back and completely surrounded. He shifted and winnowed in immediately, his back to your front. “Welcome to the party,” Lucien said smoothly. “Any ideas?”

You were spent, leaning against him as you held the bleeding stomach wound you had been ignoring. “You're going to winnow, y/n to a healer and get her the fuck out of here.” It was his only idea. Mind clouded by thoughts of your health and safety alone. “I'll find you.”

You shook your head against him, summoning what little magic you had left and watched as the Hybern beasts were trapped in heavy thick vines. You kneeled to the ground, watching as he and Lucien handled it from there. Watching as everything slowly faded to black.

You were greeted by silence when you woke up. No metal clashing, no screams, no crying. Just silence and darkness surrounding you as if someone or something had taken you somewhere peaceful. It wasn't until you felt a warm hand holding yours that you realized someone had taken you somewhere safe.

Tamlin was sleeping in a chair next to you. He had one of his hands wrapped around yours, snoring softly. “He hasn't left since we brought you here. Told Rhysand and Beron to go fuck themselves or each other when they wanted to discuss new attack and line up plans due to the arrival of the humans and Drakon's army.” Lucien set his book down, looking at you with a perfect brow raised.

“I should not honestly be surprised,” Lucien picked his book back up when you didn't answer him. “You two have always been inseparable until she came. And then, well, Feyre.”

You huffed out a small laugh, flinching slightly at the pull on your stomach. “Yeah. I wouldn't laugh for a while. You got cut pretty deep. Not as bad as Cassian, but still deep.”

You squeezed Tamlin's hand, moving to sit up only to have him squeeze your hand back and stop you. “Stop trying to move. We couldn't heal you all the way.” His voice was heavy with sleep and concern as green eyes opened to meet yours. Lucien left the tent quietly, unnoticed by you two as you stared at each other. “I need to apologize,” Tamlin said softly. “For a lot.”

You only nodded. Waiting as you felt his grief down that faded bond. He took a deep breath and continued. “I was so focused on protecting you when Amarantha first came, that I didn't think about how deeply I was hurting you. I didn't think about your feelings, and for that, I am beyond sorry.” You nodded, having already known how much he regretted the choices he had to make and the wedge it had driven between the two of you. “Then I become obsessed with Feyre-”

“Obsessed is an understatement,” you brushed your hands on the sheets. “But continue.”

Tamlin smiled, a rare smile you had not seen in years. “I see near death did not change your attitude,” he moved to holding your chin gently. “I am sorry about that as well. It was you. It was always you, and I do not deserve your love nor forgiveness.”

You forced yourself to sit up, ignoring the igniting discomfort, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I decide that, don't I?” He took his turn, nodding at you. “You have a lot to make up for.”

“And I'd give you everything I have until my last breath to do that.” You hadn't noticed the distance closing between the two of you until his breath fanned your face softly. “I'd offer you the world on a silver platter, give up my home, everything, for you. I was too blind to realize that before. Not anymore, though.”

You didn't answer, just kissed him gently ignoring the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He pulled you closer, hand on the back of your neck. You relished the feeling of his soft lips on yours, of his scent surrounding you in safety and comfort. Tamlin pulled away, “I love you. Always have. Always will. Long before this bond snapped,” he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you paused as he smiled. “Even if you are a dick.”

Tamlin's tongue clicked, his brows growing up. “Here we go-”

“Really like trapping her in the house,” you began to ramble off, him smiling softly the whole time, and responding to your sass with his own playful banter, fingers rubbing against your knuckles.

You both hadn't felt this content in years.

And Tamlin was prepared to do anything to keep it this way.

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fleckcmscott · 3 months ago

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All Wrapped Up

Summary: Arthur reaches a milestone he'd never dreamed of. Y/N pulls out all the stops.

Words: 4,735

Warnings: Adult situations, Swearing

A/N: This story was a real challenge. Figuring out these characters, their hopes and experiences and dynamics fifteen years later, felt like trying to predict the weather. And I never have an umbrella when I need it! 😂 I hope you all enjoy this piece. Thanks for reading! 💜

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Y/N gave her mouth another good swish-swash-swish and spat in the sink.

Lukewarm water rinsed her Oral-B toothbrush; she it shook off and returned to its charger. She drew a round brush through steely brown locks, a dollop of mousse in the bristles to lend the feathering a touch of fluff.

Three perfume bottles stood on the shelf to her left. She chose the pink tapered oval in the middle, a gift from Arthur called Here's The Heart, the fragrance of daffodils and sunlight and his latest favorite. She dabbed it on her wrists, her collarbone, the pulse point of her neck. Sandy shadow brightened her eyes and rosewine painted her lips, a sultry red saved for special occasions.

Crouched on one knee, she dug out the personal lubricant hidden behind her tampons, which had been on standby for two months. (Alarm had frozen her solid when her monthly had hit six weeks late. But then she'd remembered that at fifty-four, it was to be expected.) She smeared an ounce between her legs. A warmup for both their benefit - and a sure ego boost that'd rev his engine. Make him grin that cocky grin.

Glass of water in hand, she padded out of the bath.

She tiptoed to her side of the bed and set the water on the nightstand. Morning's first light seeped past the edges of the window shades. She gave one a quick but quiet pull, held the bottom bar until it rose halfway.

Soft and gauzy as a favorite dream, sunrays cast a hazy hue on Arthur's pallid skin. A light snore caught in the back of his throat. He lay supine, one hand curled against his breast, the toes of his left foot sticking out from the emerald, blue, and mauve kaleidoscoped comforter. The perfect position for what she had planned.

Biting down a wicked giggle, she shimmied out of her robe and dove under the covers headfirst.

Muted confusion from above. Grumbles and groans. A skinny thigh shifted beneath her palm. She swallowed around him and continued on.

Fingertips patted polyester, as though searching for a flashlight in the dark. At her back, her shoulder, her head.

A squeeze to his sculpted hip, nails a whisper along his v-line...

The comforter lifted, followed by the sheet. Arthur squinted through the crevice. "Christ, you're naked."

The giggle she'd bitten down spilled forth, nose nuzzling at his coarse curls. He grasped her upper arm and tugged.

"What did you expect?" She crawled up his body, lips following a familiar path along his stomach, his chest. "You only turn fifty once. Happy birthday."

"Mmm." In a flash, he grabbed her ass and rolled on top of her. Kissed her softly, then kissed her hardly, mouth swooping to collide with hers. He tasted of stale nicotine and the smell of rust after a rainstorm. She sought to freshen it with her Aquafreshed tongue.

But he broke off, coughed into his elbow. A smoker's cough that'd worsened with the chill of November and the radiator heat that accompanied it. She decided to give him his second present early, right after this gift for them both.

When he stole the water from her nightstand, she narrowed her eyes. "Hey, I was planning on using that."

"I know." Green irises met hers, a direct stare that set the pit of her stomach in a wild swirl. That stare stayed locked on hers as he emptied the glass. Slow, deliberate, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

She played with the spartan hairs on his chest. "I noticed a couple grey hairs while I was down there. You're officially an old man now."

"You mean I'm finally catching up to you?"

"Uh huh." Her toes ran along his calf. Its muscle twitched. "You're going to start getting flyers from Gotham's Senior League and the Elk's Club."

Amusement crinkled his face, half-lidded eyes enthralling in their relaxed contentment. While his black whiskers had gone white, his sideburns remained sterling, his loose curls cinnamon and sugar. Lines had become faint tattoos on his forehead, and the crevices on his cheeks had grown longer, deeper, framing his thin lips and doubling his dimples. Wrinkles crisscrossed the bottom of his chin, and the fold beneath it was twelve percent squishier.

But he was as alluring as ever. As handsome as the night she'd first lain in this very bed with him.

Desire swelled her heart, a thump-thump that was suddenly ten times louder.

She clutched his shoulders and purred. "Fuck me, old man."

Laughing, he took hold of the headboard.

And took charge.

~~~~~

"During our last session, you talked about how challenging turning fifty would be." Dr. Ludlow spoke around the ballpoint pen in her mouth. "How are you doing now that the day is here?"

Blurs from this morning seared Arthur's memory, the saltiness of sweat and skin. He felt the fierce heat of a blush and gulped the brazen images away. "I feel good."

"That's great." She lowered herself to her armchair and put her stoneware mug opposite the ashtray on the coffee table. Planted her pen firmly between forefinger and thumb. "How have you worked through last month's feelings?"

"Um, I dunno. I've written in my journal a lot."

"Take a minute to think it over. We've discussed how milestones can trigger mood swings. What's been your strategy to avoid that, and what does your birthday mean to you today?"

He shoved the tip of his tongue in the fleshy part of his cheek.

Fifty. He'd never imagined reaching fifty. Forty-five maybe, just old enough for his body to start falling apart to match his mind. Even when he'd crawled out of bouts of malaise and hadn't wanted to die, the age had remained as intangible as a good reputation and the clout that went with it.

Business was slow but stable. Kids were losing interest in clowns, preferring cartoon characters or Barney or Power Rangers, whatever the hell they were. Birthday parties were getting slimmer, special events and holidays were getting busier. He had a reliable list of regulars. It all evened out.

But his heart remained devoted to his first love - comedy. He'd been chasing that dream for fifteen years. With stardom continuing to elude him, the event horizon of his fifth decade felt like a sign the time to achieve it was running out.

He tapped his Stutton over the ashtray. "I want things I haven't gotten yet. Being a famous standup, you know? Everything comes so easily for some people, and I've been working and working and-" A flinch against the sinewy frustration rising in his breast. God, why did therapy sometimes make him feel worse? Couldn't he skip the soul-searching on his special day? Why hadn't he rescheduled when she'd offered? He breathed on a 3-4-5 count. "I'm trying to remember I can't see the future. Just what I want it to be."

Her pen jotted. "I wonder what your life would look like if you were famous. What you would get out of it."

"I've told you," he said, glancing at her in disbelief. How could he make it any clearer? "I'd make people smile. They'd know who I am, that I'm funny and good."

"Don't you have that now?"

"What do you mean?"

"The people in your life. Y/N, your friends, your family in Missouri. They know you, that you're funny and good. What difference would fame make?" Each syllable pricked, firm but kind points that dulled to prods.

He hesitated, measuring himself. Found he felt about six inches short and not a little pathetic for having the same longings as the lost, lonely man he'd thought he'd left behind. Ancient insecurities aroused, he tucked his hands under his thighs.

After a moment, Dr. Ludlow set her legal pad on the table and moved to sit on the sofa. She left a professional one cushion space between them. "Goals give us a sense of purpose, a way to navigate tough times. Having them is one of the reasons you've done so well. But what I'm hearing is that you want acceptance. You want to be loved." A beat. "You already have that, Arthur. Don't forget it."

His throat shrank to a straw. Her words carried a reality he no longer doubted; he'd lived enough for them to be more than theory. But spoken aloud by a witness to his life, they were engraved with the power of unvarnished truth A truth he could revel in, relax in, cherish and count on.

A truth that brought him joy the way nothing else could.

There was his ever-present wife. The million dollar baby he'd found in the freezer section of a grocery store. She'd made a mistake after their earlier lovemaking, but mistakes were part and parcel of years together, so it'd been all right. Her reasons had been sweet, and she'd promised not to repeat it.

And a card from his in-laws had arrived last week, happiness in a mint green envelope. A bluebird in a mulberry bush wished that on his birthday, he'd find everything he desired, no matter how small. Tangible proof that he mattered, that they were thinking of him even hundreds of miles away.

Wetness burned the outer corners of his eyes. He swiped at them with the sleeve of his cardigan. Hitched chuckles built in him, like the climbing roar of applause at the end of a successful set.

He was fifty and he was loved.

Dr. Ludlow offered a box of tissues. In a tone woven with kindness she asked, "Would you like to talk about your plans to celebrate, or keep them for your journal?"

~~~~~

Kneeling on the back of the red, round booth, Y/N reached to hang the Happy Birthday banner on the wall. "Is it even?"

Patricia spoke from two yards behind her. "If Arthur tilts his head."

A chuckle on her lips and a song in her heart, Y/N slid the Y three inches lower and stuck it with a pin. One of the perks of being a long-time regular at Kao-Wah's was the ability to commandeer the back corner, the one by the bar. (That it was an uncrowded Thursday didn't hurt.)

After this morning's misstep, she was determined to make this evening perfect.

She climbed down backwards, kitten heel brushing padded vinyl before finding the floor. She pushed a four-top against the booth's six-top table, just the right amount of space for guests, and the cake Patricia had helped her make. Mandarin with homemade frosting, made with unsalted butter, powdered sugar, milk, and canned oranges. Ingredients Y/N could handle with a best friend.

Patricia ripped open two crepe streamers, one teal and one yellow. "Has he seen you in that yet?" She indicated Y/N's outfit with a nod.

Her dress was a number she'd picked up at L. Ballinger's summer closeout. Tiered Chantilly lace, ivory, with a dropped bodice and long sleeves, it revealed enough to remind Arthur of what she was hiding. Pretty and feminine, swingy and fun. She took the end of the streamers, walked backwards to unroll and twist them together. "I saved it for tonight."

"You'll knock him dead," Patricia said with a wink.

Y/N taped the crepe paper along the chairs, akin to a velvet rope at a red carpet announcing a Very Important Person was on the way. A small bundle of balloons rose from each end of the table, completing the cheery decor. Hand on one hip, she surveyed their handiwork and smiled.

Patricia ordered two sparking wines and took a seat at the bar. "When Robert turned fifty, I planned a romantic evening to celebrate. Strawberries dipped in chocolate, massage oils, rose petals in the bathtub, the works. Well, I'm in the tub waiting for him to come home - he refused to take the day off - candles all around the room.

"The front door opens, and I straighten my legs and stick out my chest like a pinup. He stumbles in, drenched in oil and coolant, and he says, 'What the hell are you doing? I need a shower!'" Shoulders shaking with laughter, she wagged her head. "He hopped in there, rose petals and all, all the while I'm running around blowing out candles before the shower curtain goes up in flames. I'd never moved so fast. And I thought life at fifty would be boring."

"You're the most exciting old dame I've ever met." Y/N pecked her cheek and slid onto the stool beside her. There was a gold serving basket brimming with fortune cookies to her left. She snagged one from the middle, cracked it open, and popped the sugary wafer in her mouth. Ears filled with crunching, she read the bit of wisdom contained within: You cannot love life until you live the life you love.

An unexpected but welcome melancholy washed over her. The ripples of her life had ebbed and flowed, but living with Arthur was a steady joy. He was very much the man she'd fallen in love with. Gentle with a streak of shyness but determined to speak up and pursue what he desired. But he'd grown, too. Exited the purgatory between adulthood and adolescence neglect had locked him in. He'd learned to trust himself, to like himself on good days, now the vast majority.

She folded the fortune, to be placed in her purse with her compact and pager. "I can't imagine ever being bored with Arthur. I'm proud of him. He's done a lot of work to get here. I'm lucky I've been the one to see him do it."

"You haven't just seen it. You've helped."

Her insides twirled, a pleasant tickling at her navel. "We've helped each other." She sipped at the wine glass and continued. "There is one other thing I've been trying to help him with. Maybe you'll have an idea..."

Y/N went over the scene of the crime, albeit without the salacious (Patricia would have called them fun) details. She'd started in right as Arthur'd pulled his briefs past his knees. He must have recognized the shape and weight of a cassette booklet. Irises sparkling, he'd asked what music collection she'd gotten for his Walkman.

He'd ripped the balloon patterned wrapping paper from the squeaky plastic. Squinted down at tiny red letters on white tapes.

"'Stop smoking with the Gotham Lung Association?'"

He pushed them away and rolled his eyes. Stood and yanked his underwear over his hips. "I wish you'd stop using special occasions for that. Telling me to quit smoking. Especially on my birthday. I'm down to half a pack a day!" He grabbed his pajama bottoms from the vanity. "I know you don't like it. You haven't liked it for fifteen years."

"But I need five more decades of you," she'd said, clambering on hands and knees to his side of the bed. She'd caught his pantleg, drew him to her a with a gentle tug. Despite her tenderness, annoyance kept his brows furrowed.

She'd pecked his thumb, the back of his hand, the knobby part of his wrist. Then her gaze had lifted, her resolve softened by apology. "All right. I won't pester you about it on your birthday anymore." Her slight shrug and unsure smile had twisted his grimace into a grin. "May I keep Christmas?"

Patricia gaped at her, an Are You Serious look. "You thought today would be good to remind him of what annoys you?"

"That's not what I meant. I realize it was a dumb thing to do. I just..." Chin propped on her knuckles, Y/N huffed. "If I were to lose him because of that nasty habit, I'd be devastated."

The clink of glass on the walnut bar top. "You meant well. You always mean well." One cheek hanging off the stool, Patricia hugged Y/N at the waist. "Getting older isn't easy. Let the man enjoy it. And learn to take a day off."

A slight nod as Y/N's shoulders slackened, tension ebbing away. There was something about Patricia's blunt kindness that made her feel wonderful, like she was the little sister for a change.

Y/N swirled the rest of her wine, deciding that one fun detail couldn't hurt. "Besides that, we had a great morning. I made sure he didn't mind waking up early."

~~~~~

Arthur wished he wore a watch so he could check it.

He was supposed to met Y/N in front of Kao Wah's after she got out of work, around five-thirty. Though he'd left the apartment at five and ridden the train for nine stops, there was no sign of her. He patted his left breast, then reached under the winter coat's placket to check the inner pocket.

Folded into quarters, the late arrival remained in place. His mouth curved in relief.

His toes tapped the sidewalk, he puffed clouds into the autumn air. Another minute and he rummaged through his pocket for a quarter. There was a payphone on the corner. He'd call her office in case she'd been delayed.

Three steps later, Y/N's call met his back. "Arthur!"

Holding Kao Wah's door open with one foot, she waved at him and waved him towards her. "I'm sorry," she said when he was an arm's length away. "I wanted to grab our favorite booth while it was free."

But he'd only registered a couple of words, the syllables after her sorry a muffled drone. "Look what came in the mail today. It must've gotten lost." He retrieved the October-dated letter from his coat, not looking up or around, too busy buzzing to pay attention as she held his elbow and guided him inside. "Ruthie's coming next month. She- she wants to go to Gotham University." The mere possibility of having family nearby nearly scuttled the reason for tonight's engagement.

"Really?" Y/N smoothed his hair back, unbuttoned his formally-puffy-now-lumpy coat. "Mabel hasn't mentioned it. Either she's gotten better at keeping secrets or Ruthie hasn't told her. I hope it's the former." Y/N continued, pulling him along." It's too bad she couldn't make it this month. She could've helped us all celebrate."

A slight flinch of his head. "Who's all?"

"Happy birthday!" a chorus of cheery voices cried.

The heavy lashes that shaded his cheeks flew up, eyes as wide as a Mun Shou platter.

Patricia and Robert, Ryan and Sheila from Gotham Elementary. Gary - no, not that Gary, who was in England visiting family - but a fellow aspiring comic Arthur had gotten to know during open mic nights at the Smile Factory and Pogo's. A circle but a tight one, a clockface with each person a numeral, a sign of the progress of his life.

Slanting his gaze to Y/N, he tucked the letter in his pocket. "You didn't have to do all this."

"I wanted to," she said, warmth in her cocoa gaze. "We all did."

A slight sway, a tuck of the chin. He ran a hand down his vintage, black suit jacket and tightened his neck. Dressing up to the nines for her had been the plan, a playful way to make their date extraordinary. But at the crowd's casual attire, he felt a little left-footed. "I'm overdressed," he murmured,

Y/N adjusted his lapels. "You look wonderful."

He loosened his large bowtie, the size you'd see during a 1976 Oscar broadcast, so that it draped untied at the neck. Plucked the collar button of his dress shirt and made of show of pulling it down. Once adjusted, he gave her form a demure but thorough ogling. Nearly bare shoulders, a neckline he longed to kiss, the dip of her waist beneath the lining and lace. He'd glue his hand there later. He wet his lips. "Thanks. So do you."

"Come on, sit down." Patricia wore a wry grin. "Before you two set off the sprinklers and ruin the party."

A buffet of Arthur's favorites and a couple new dishes swamped the table. The five spice beef was the perfect winter warmer, the pan-fried noodles with vegetables expertly seared. Moo goo gai pan and chicken chow mien arrived on oversized platters. The egg rolls were extra crispy and the pork fried rice extra sticky. The first round of drinks were on him and Y/N; she ordered Mai Tais between pots of oolong tea.

He'd gotten better at chitchat, gained the confidence to take a chance, perfect the small stage. As the dinner wore on, he noted how natural it felt to break off into side conversations. Succeeded in listening and responding without have to wonder if his instincts had led him down the street of weird. He knew what to do with his hands.

Years of budget cuts had hit the school system like a mallet, and more and more fundraisers tried to make up the difference. Bake sales and book fairs, ticket raffles and auctions. Ryan and Sheila discussed the school's upcoming winter carnival, which Arthur had been a regular part of for a decade. And at events he wasn't hired for (at a reduced rate), he gladly volunteered. It was easier to give of himself now that he had a quadraphonic life instead of mono.

Patricia had convinced Robert to finally, finally sell Gorman Fire and Ice to their grandson for a song, so they could finally, finally take a vacation, a trip to the Bahamas since Cuba was no longer allowed.

Suit jacket slung across the back of his chair, Arthur jotted on a napkin while he and Gary went over the rotation of open mic nights across a sea of clubs, and a new guy in the biz who had a habit of stealing jokes.

An hour later, while he was still high on carbs and comfort in his own skin, Y/N presented him with a cake. Two tiers, rectangular, specks of orange dotting its pale yellow frosting. He leaned into her, mouth agape. "You made this?" He took a languid bite, licked the frosting from his lips and stole another. The mandarin sponge melted on his tongue. He hummed, wrapped an arm around her. "I have a sneaking suspicion I'll want you to make me a cake every birthday."

She snorted into her tea and called across the table. "Patricia, could you pencil me in for a cake lesson every November for the next thirty years?"

Patricia served herself a second slice. "I'll be busy in Acapulco."

Once the check was brought and the leftovers started to be scraped into oyster pails, Arthur stood, scooting his chair away with the backs of his calves. Rapped a fork against his Mai Tai coupe the way he'd seen on TV. Rolled the Tiki themed stem between thumb and forefinger. Studied the amber liquid and considered the right thing to say.

"Thank you for coming," he began, hewing close to the opening of a comedy set. He giggled at the association, an arc of inspiration sparking. "When I was a young man, I thought fifty would mean nights at home with no friends. But now I worry my bad knee'll go out more than I do."

Laughter danced across his friends' faces. He reveled in their smiles, their open admiration. Dr. Ludlow's earlier counsel echoed at the base of his skull. He exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. "I'm glad you all care about me and are here to celebrate."

"You're a jolly good fellow," Patricia said, and raised her teacup for a toast.

Y/N reached out, laced her fingers with his own. Brimming with tenderness, her gaze lifted to his. "Here's to many, many more."

~~~~~

It was just after nine o'clock in 4A. Y/N had traded her dress for stirrup leggings and an off-the-shoulder sweater. Arthur remained resplendent in his evening wear. They'd made a pot of decaf and planned to call Ruthie on the weekend, invite her to stay with them during her visit.

Ready to be returned on tomorrow's lunch break, the smoking cessation tapes sat dejected in Y/N's canvas tote bag. Way back in '81, she'd said she'd get him to quit if it was the last thing she did. It was hard for her to let go. But he'd given her permission to nag at Christmas, and if he wanted to take steps to quit, he knew how. It had to be up to him.

Cross-legged on the carpet, he sat by the coffee table and tore open another gift. He held up the VHS in triumph. "I've Always Loved You," he read, then flipped it over to scan the summary. "I don't think I've seen this."

"Me neither." She perched on the sofa, to his left. "But it's from 1946 and the title's true. There's one more present. Close your eyes."

Leaning back on his hands, he did. She bent over the side of the sofa, retrieved what she'd shoved underneath before his wake-up call. The light weight dropped on his lap with a soft rustling.

One eye cracked open, then the other, surprise engulfing his entire visage. A cautious palm skimmed the tweed carpet bag, a blue and red plaid to go with his clown costume. (His usual nylon prop bags had started to fray after six months. Their novice repairs lasted about two.) Parallel to the bag's top zipper was a bronze nameplate: Carnival.

Arthur fidgeted with the handle. "I'll need a gig at Wayne Hall to use this."

"Open it."

He dragged the zipper's tab an inch. Peeked inside the bag before dragging it further. "Oh..."

Gingerly, he took out the Kala ukulele, reddish brown like mahogany, its four tuners pearl and chrome. The certificate pasted in the soundhole had a manufacture date of 1972, but the instrument looked untouched, as though forgotten in the back of a closet.

"I know getting new clients has been harder the last couple of years. This might help. The library has VHS music lessons you can check out." She knelt behind him and cupped his shoulders. "The strings were put on last week."

His fingertips flitted over the neck, began to pluck the G and C strings at a beginner's tempo. Not quite a match for the notes he played, he crooned a version of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." Gravelly and half hummed, the way you'd sing a lullaby to a sleepy child.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a..." The music came to a gradual stop. "Do you ever wish for more?"

"More of you? Always."

"Today Dr. Ludlow asked what I'd get out of being famous. I thought about it when I got Ruthie's letter. And at the party." The corners of his mouth turned inward. "Do you think I ever will be?"

Y/N nibbled her bottom lip. Tried to find the balance between the truth as she saw it and greater possibilities. Magazines and television implored women to feel like they were defective for aging (and going by the ads for men's hair color, they were about to be dragged into the same predicament.) Popular culture focused on the young. The next Big Thing wasn't old enough to buy a bottle of wine. At Arthur's age, fame was unlikely. For that matter, it'd be unlikely for anyone at any age.

She'd never wanted to be anything special, just herself and to do some good while she was at it. Arthur's outsized need for attention was one of their biggest differences. But she understood where it came from, understood him. His wish for fame was a tough and twisty bit of scar-tissue on his soul.

"There's so much left to chance," she said. "Timing and connections, the right person in the right audience on the right night. That any of us get what we want is a miracle."

A light nod, as nearly imperceptible as his voice. "I still wanna try."

"Good." She wrapped her arms about him, lay her palm above his heart. "Miracles can't happen if we don't."

He grasped her hand. Kissed the back of it and kissed her wrist. "Not everyone makes it. To fifty, I mean. I might not have. I'm happy I did."

Smiling, Y/N grasped his jaw and tilted his head back. Bent over him to seal their mouths. "Me, too," she whispered. "Me, too."

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sassylegshayne · 1 year ago

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marry me, idiot. - chapter seven

the finale!! I hope y'all enjoy it! 2.4k words.

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It had become normal to wake up tangled in Spencer's arms, his soft snores rumbling his chest lightly. Craig would often curl up at the end of the bed, on Spencer's side.

It was relaxing, usually. When you find yourself waking up just before your alarm was set to ring, it felt like your nerves were on fire. You wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear, acting as if this had never happened.

As Spencer shifts, his arm slung around your hips now pulled you closer, a soft murr leaving his lips. You couldn't help but bite your lip, smiling softly down at him.

After a moment, a large grin spreads across the man's face before his eyes open, landing on yours, sending your heart aflutter. Your cheeks heat up as a nervous laugh bubbled out of you.

"Good morning.." Spencer spoke softly. reaching out his hand to cup your cheek gently, your worries melting away as you lean into his touch.

"I know it'd be kinda last minute but... if you wanna back out, get it." Spencer chuckled softly as you press your forehead to his, his blue eyes scanning yours.

"I'm all your's, no refunds." You grin, placing a soft peck to his lips before slipping from the sheets, much to Spencer's dismay.

The two of you make quick work of attempting to wake yourselves up before running out on a quick errand, before heading toward your chapel.

Erin had managed to snag a cheesey shotgun- wedding chapel, and with help from some of the cast and crew, it would be ready for you ceremony in a few hours.

You and Spencer had been tasked with the chairs, Jackie delegating tasks left and right with a bright smile, her enthusiasm radiating off of her.

You finish wrapping another bow, tying the knot gently when you feel a shoulder bump into yours, finding your.. Spencer squatting beside you. A small giggle escapes you as you watch his eyes search over your face.

"Can I help you?" You ask playfully, the brunettes cheeks burning bright red as his eyes fall on yours.

"I..." He trails off as your head snaps up, Jackie quickly seating herself on the chair behind Spencer, your cheeks now lit up as bright pink as the bows in your hand.

"Ya know, wish you guys were actually getting married." The woman huffs, pouting as she looked between the two of you. It feels like your heart's stopped beating, but it's the only thing you can hear in your ears Damn Jackie.

"Yeah, good one." Spencer barked out a laugh as he stood quickly, looking as pale as a ghost as he scurried off, leaving you in a fit of giggles.

You finished up the last of the chairs, working diligently on whatever tasks you were given until Kiana found you in a flurry, ushering you off to get ready. You'd opted for a simple outfit, knowing the Spencer had done the same.

You quickly got ready before heading back toward the chapel area, the room now filled with your guests. Your heart fluttered as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, all of your friends moving about the room as they took their seats, the cameras and mics all set in place. It was so weirdly perfect.

You're pulled from your thoughts as Ki gently takes your hand, giving you a squeeze. "You excited?"

She was always quick to sense things out, yours nerves unhidden to her. You gulped, putting on a bright grin as you nodded.

"Of course I am.. have you seen.." You trail off, brows furrowing as it dawns on you that Spencer wasn't in the room. Your heart drops to your stomach, your mind fearing the worst as you turn to your best friend beside you. Kiana gives you a soft smile, nodding her head.

As if on cue, Spencer rounds the corner with a mic pack in his hand, your nerves crashing away in an instant.

"Hey, pretty.. you okay?" Spencer asked softly, the bright smile he had when he first saw you quickly turned to worry as he saw the concern on your face.

"Yeah, I thought you got cold feet." You chuckled softly, Kiana trying her best to suppress her grin, her heart soaring at the love between the two of you.

"T'm gonna go do some finishing touches if you two wanna.. get those on." Ki grinned, nodding to the mics before she took off, leaving you two alone for a final moment.

You link your arm with Spencer's, guiding him towards the back with you before you step out into the hall. As the door closes, all of the chatter becomes a soft murmur as you turn to him, a grin spread across his face to match yours.

"So," Spencer begins as you turn your back to him, allowing him to clip the pack onto the back of your dress. "You really think l'd get cold feet?"

You let out a shaky chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes. A shiver runs up your spine as Spencer gently presses his lips to your shoulder before placing his hands on your hips, spinning you slowly.

Spencer digs into his pocket, pulling out the wedding rings you had picked out. The video called for gauty, fake rings, but for the real marriage, you'd decided on matching bands.

You couldn't help but giggle with excitement as you slip the ring into your bra for hiding, planning to exchange it for the faux ones later on.

You look back to Spencer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, wishing to stay in this moment forever. You slowly lean in, your lips brushing his gently before the turning of the door handle has you jumping back.

Spencer steps aside, his cheeks burning as Shayne poked his head out, offering the pair of you a soft smile.

"We're all set up whenever you two are ready..." He trailed off, quickly shooting a thumbs up before disappearing behind the closed door once again.

You take Spencer's mic wordlessly, slowly stepping around him as you clip it to his waistband, trailing the cord under his shirt before you step away.

As soon as your foot hits the tile, Spencer is wrapping his hand with yours, spinning you back into his arms before pressing his lips firmly to yours.

You pull back slowly, wiping your lipstick from his lips with a smile that sets his heart ablaze.

"C'mon," You nod to him as you wander off, tugging the door open. "Marry me, idiot."

Spencer took a deep breath, unable to hold back his smiles any longer, trailing after you. Erin quickly positions Spencer up at the altar in front of Jackie, everyone else already seated or behind the cameras.

You give him a small wave, the small ring on your finger catching the light as he stuffs his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with your band he had hidden.

This was an absolute mess of a wedding; it's perfect for the video, but realistically, who else would want this but the two of you?

And in the midst of all this chaos, you stand just down the isle, and all he wants to do is kiss you. Spencer can't find it in himself to try and focus on anything but the view of you before him.

The soft playing of Josh's piano is the first thing to pull him from his thoughts, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face. The crowd in front of him erupts into cheers as a camera pans to you.

Spencer still can't tare his eyes away as you playfully wander down the isle, finally greeting him with a grin to match, offering your hands to him.

You try your best to steady your shaky hands as Spencer takes your, a nervous laugh leaving him, causing your own to escape.

'Shush." Jackie chastises the two of you playfully, her minister costume not helping the laughter for the pair of you, or the crowd.

"I, Jacklyn Uweh, have been brought here today before al of y'all to ordain the matrimony between the Spencer Agnew and the Y/N L/N." Jackie called out dramatically, the crowd cheering once more.

"Now, since I'm not legally able to bind these two together, I'll just let them say their pieces." Jackie laughed as she steps aside, leaving you and Spencer alone together.

Spencer quickly fumbles around, reaching into his pocket as he grabs a piece of paper, setting aside the approved roasting 'vows' Erin had handed him earlier.

You glance behind the camera, seeing confusing open Erin and Kiana's face, worry setting in slowly.

Spencer tugs at your hand once more, pulling your attention back to him. He smiles softly as his eyes scan over your face, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Uh, I would be the aforementioned Spencer, and I have some words I'd like to say to my future wife here, if you'd let me." He jokes, looking out to the crowd for the first time. Everyone seemed invested, but no one had a clue what he was about to say.

"Y/N," Spencer turns to you, glancing down to the paper held in his shaky hands. "You're my best friend but you're about to become my favorite tax break."

You chuckled softly, chewing your lip as your heart races, the laughter of the others around seeming to disappear as he spoke.

"When I sat down to write this, I realized that I have a lot that I want to say." Spencer chuckled nervously, nudging his glasses up on his nose before stuffing the paper back into his pocket, lacing his hands with yours.

"I don't know how to say all of it, but I know that I love you, Y/N. I don't know when it started, but I know it's not gonna end."

"I don't know what made me fall in love with you, or when, but I feel like it's just the most natural thing for me." Spencer grinned, a few tears escaping him as he blinked them away, your hands gripping his tightly.

"Basically, I don't know much, but I know that you're my best friend, you make me the happiest man in the world, and I love you, Y/N."

You let out a small laugh through your tears and sniffles, your trembling hands quickly taking the paper of your's that Spencer passed you.

You refrained from looking around the room, wanting to get your words out before taking in everyone's reactions.

"Spencer, you're my best friend, too." You laugh softly, biting your lip as the man before you rolls iis eyes playfully.

"I wanted to make sure to get that out of the way first, but I digress." You grin, glancing from his blue eyes to your handwriting.

"I tried to think about how long I've loved you but.. I really don't know, either." You blink away a few tears, feeling them drop onto your hands.

"I know there was some point where I realized that I wanted you in my life, I want you forever." You chew your lip, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. "I loved you, even before I realized it."

"I just know that it feels like I'll love you forever. I want to spend the rest of my life watching you fight with Craig."

"I'm so glad I get to marry you." Spencer tugs you gently closer, your toes tapping together as you laugh softly, your nerves bubbling inside of you. "I love you."

A deafening cheer erupts across the room, the silence from moments before is long forgotten. The two of you are quickly wrapped up in familiar arms, Kiana a crying mess as she holds the two of you tightly.

"What the fuck?" She yells out quickly, squeezing you tightly as the questions begin flooding in, the confusion and excitement buzzing throughout the room.

"Okay, we can explain.." Spencer speaks after a few moments, Kiana slowly stepping aside as you grin up at the man beside you.

"Kiss the bride first!" Kimmy squeals out from behind the camera, flailing her arms as your eyes fall upon her and Erin, tear streamed faces and grins greeting you back.

Your head quickly snaps to Spencer, your heart fluttering again. It felt like you fell a little more in love with the man each time you laid eyes on him.

Spencer took in every detail of your face, wanting to commit every part of this moment to his memory forever. He slowly cupped your cheek, you hand wrapping gently around his hand as you pressed your forehead together. You could almost cut the tension with a knife; it seemed like everyone was on the edge of their seats. Your first public kiss would seal your marriage.

You couldn't take it any longer, moving your hands to cup Spencer's cheeks as you crash your lips into his, melting into his touch as the cheers sounding again.

"It's just a prank, bro!" Spencer calls out, pointing out to the camera with one hand, snaking the other around your hip as he tugs you into his side, your cheeks bright red as you take in the state of all your friends around you.

"Spencer fucked up and got us into this situation where it seemed like we were getting married, which would've been funny, except for the fact that Rhett and Link believed it." You began, the attention of everyone making you blush again as you nodded to your bosses before you.

"Okay, well.." Spencer began, his defense dying on his tongue as he glances at you smiling beside him. "Then we decided we would make a series of it, right, pretend we're actually getting married and fool the fans and our bosses, right?"He gestured out to everyone, murmurs of agreement echoing around.

"Well, big surprise, we are in love with each other and decided we might as well get married.." You finish off, a timid grin on your face as Spencer squeezes you gently. "We went and filled out the paper work at the courthouse this morning, so."

"Oh my god!" Courtney squealed out, another wave of shock hitting your friends. Everything seemed to finally click, the roar of cheers getting impossibly louder as the two of your are engulfed into a massive group hug.

This was the perfect mess, Spencer had fucked up in the best way possible. One dumb idea led him here, attempting to slip on your wedding rings as you're squished between more people than you could count.

It's all you've ever wanted.

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seethesin · 1 year ago

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trying new things

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, spanking, fingering (mdni, 18+)

a/n: a hidden gem from my drafts is finally seeing the light of day. this is kinda silly, but i had fun writing it! i'm also convinced the l word had a brand deal with dos equis because jesus christ... i don't think i saw any other beer brand on the show. enjoy :)

You like the relationship you have with Shane.

Nothing has been made official, of course—commitment wasn't really either of your styles—but there was something so comforting about spending time with her. You enjoyed each other's company and got along much better than either of you realized you would. The sex probably helped with that; it's been so incredible it makes your head spin. Shane is seemingly equipped to handle every craving you have between the sheets and truthfully, you don't remember the last time your needs were tended to this closely. Staying the night at her place became second nature, much to her roommate, Jenny's chagrin.

This was one of those days. Thankfully, Jenny stepped out earlier while the two of you were sleeping off the alcohol.

You finally peeled yourself out of bed and Shane's arms by one after a night of drinking and dancing. She's still out cold, snoring softly as you step out of the bedroom. Trudging into the kitchen, you open the refrigerator and scan the shelves. Without thinking, you grab the green bottle of Dos Equis in front of your face. In a trance, you find yourself trying to twist the cap off before remembering that no, this one had to be popped off. Grumbling, you sift through the drawers until you find a bottle opener and shuck that sucker off.

Hair of the dog, anyone?

Plopping onto the couch, you let out a yawn before turning the TV on. The US Open apparently started and you flick through the channels until the game appears on the screen. Ten minutes into the game, you can hear the mattress creaking from the other room. Shane must be up; a part of you hoped that she wasn't up because of you. Her footsteps reverberate on the hardwood floor as she exits her room.

"Hey," she calls out, prompting you to turn around and steal a glance at her.

"Hey," you echo, unabashedly watching Shane as she walks into the kitchen.

She's stunning for someone who just woke up. She's got a white tank that does wonders for her nipples and a pair of gray boxer shorts hanging low on her hips. Her hair is an unkempt mess and her fingers comb through it as she searches through the cupboards. You turn away, not trusting yourself to look any longer.

"Are we out of beer?" Christ, you two really are on the same wavelength.

As soon as she poses the question, you want nothing more than to shrink into the couch cushions. It takes a moment, but you realize that your fingers were curled around the neck of the last Dos Equis in the house. A wave of guilt washes over you as you keep your body turned away from her, instead wrapping yourself up in the current tennis match. To be fair, it was either this or the black cherry Four Loko nestled in the back of the fridge.

It seemed Shane also had higher standards for her post-hangover remedy.

You hear her rustling through the fridge; there is no doubt Shane was dissatisfied by your lack of an answer. You take a swig, genuinely contemplating downing the rest and tossing the bottle somewhere it could never be found. She stops shuffling around in the fridge as your internal strife continues.

"[Y/N]," her voice is uncannily even as she speaks. It catches you off-kilter. "What are you drinking?"

You gulp.

"Um," you start softly, staring at your feet. Reflexively, you slot the bottle between your thighs. The immediate shock of cold against your underwear-clad cunt makes you tense, but after a few moments, the feeling begins to numb. Taking the hem of your oversized nightshirt, you drape it over your legs to hide the evidence. "I'm just having some water."

You cringe at how guilty you sound.

Shane's footsteps start again, pittering out from the kitchen before she comes up behind you. Her hands are on either side of the couch as her head lowers. Her chin presses onto your shoulder and you go rigid, pretending to be invested solely in the women's doubles on the TV screen. Her breath fans against your cheek as you feel her gaze sear down your body.

"Water?" she parrots and at this point, you're nodding to convince yourself.

Looking down at you for a moment longer, Shane hums before walking around and joining you on the couch. She beckons you to scoot closer to her and carefully, you do. Slotting yourself against her side, Shane's arm snakes down your torso and rests her hand on your covered thigh.

"Who's playing?"

"It looks like Brazil versus Japan and Indonesia." As you speak, her hand begins to wander. Her fingers begin to tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to expose more of your thigh. Normally, you'd be thrusting yourself into her touch. But with this beer bottle crushed between your legs, this was the last thing you wanted.

Shane's hand cups your thigh, her thumb stroking mindless patterns into your skin. You sigh softly, unable to help yourself as you move closer to her. Her lips are pressed into your temple as her hand glides farther up. She stops and you feel her smile on your skin.

"You're already so wet," she purrs, her mouth sinking to your jawline. Her teeth graze your skin gently as you shiver. You don't react in time to stop her and suddenly, her hand is on the beer bottle.

The two of you are frozen in place.

"[Y/N]," she starts, gaze focused back on you. She's smirking. "Is this your water bottle?"

You gape, trying to find the words but they die on your tongue as soon as Shane yanks up your shirt. You squeak, fully exposed to the TV and any wandering eyes passing by the window. Shane plucks the beer bottle between your legs as you cover yourself back up with your shirt. Turning to her, you watch as she downs the beer before placing the now empty bottle on the coffee table.

"I was saving the rest for you," you try lamely, making Shane chuckle.

"Sure you were." To accentuate her point, her hand comes down to deliver a firm but playful slap to your outer thigh.

Neither of you expects the whimper that elicits from your throat.

Especially you. Shane's eyes go wide and while she's stunned, your face burns beet red. You bury your face into her side, unable to bring yourself to look the brunette in the eye. Her arm is still hooked around you and with her free hand, pinches your chin and nudges your head up. You meet her lazy smirk and her brows quirk up deviously. You knew that look; she was plotting something.

"Do you trust me?"

"Should I right now?"

A full belly laugh pushes from Shane's throat and you can't help the smile cracking across your face.

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"Come and lay over me." She pats on her lap and you detach yourself from her side. Carefully, you crawl over her before settling over her lap. Her hands go to your hips, gingerly nudging you forward and nudging your shirt up to reveal your ass and lower back. You assist, yanking your shirt up and over your head, discarding it on the floor. Slipping her thumbs into your underwear waistband, she peels them back so that they bunch at your knees.

"I want to try something," she starts, her hands gliding up and down the curve of your ass. "If you don't like it, we can stop. But I have a feeling you will."

You roll your eyes at her confidence but hum as you feel her lips on the back of your neck.

"I'll say 'red' if I want you to stop." Her hair tickles your skin when she nods and plants a kiss on your skin.

Pulling away, you feel Shane massage your ass. Her thumbs dip between your legs, brushing dangerously close to your drooling pussy. You whimper, jerking your hips to try and meet her touch. She's just out of reach and before you think to beg—

Shane spanks you.

You gasp, immediately pressing your thighs together. The sting of her hand burns deliciously on your ass and it makes you want more. Goddammit, Shane was right. You want to roll your eyes again, but another solid slap to your ass brings you back into reality. You yelp.

"I think you like this," Shane rasps, delivering another smack to your cheek. It's difficult for you to formulate a response at this point and instead, you stick to a wanton sob.

It's not until you feel two digits glide easily through your soaked folds that you move again. You push your hips down, trying to steal friction from Shane's fingers. She immediately ejects her hand and another, more assertive slap replaces the previous sensation. This one is wet and sloppy, landing directly between the edge of your ass and onto your cunt. You can feel your own slick spray across your thighs upon impact and your clit is throbbing.

"Shane," you keen, wriggling in her lap. "Please, I need your hand again."

"Yeah?" Shane breathes, shit-eating grin out of your sight but evident from her tone. You nod frantically, canting your hips back before grinding against her lap. "Which one?"

You can't stop yourself from growling in frustration at the sly comment. "You know which one!"

"Mm, not sure if I do, honey."

Her hand slaps down on your opposite cheek. The switch-up elicits a strangled cry from your throat as a fresh ripple of pain comes over you. Shane then slides her fingers back through your pussy, swiping controlled spirals around your clit once she finds it. Your breathing goes staccato as you squeeze your eyes shut. You lift your hips up, allowing Shane easier access to your cunt.

"Please, baby," you whine, moaning appreciatively when those two fingers drag down the length of your slit before sheathing inside of you. They pump in you swiftly, taking on an animalistic rhythm as Shane hits just the right spot to make you groan. You throw your hips back, meeting each thrust to the best of your ability. Sporadically, her free hand delivers smacks to your other ass cheek. It's off-pace with her fingers and less frequent, but each impact makes you gush sordidly.

The combination becomes overstimulating and with a shout, you reach your climax. Your body trembles as Shane continues to piston her fingers inside you, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Gratefully, you moan out Shane's name, your cunt squeezing her fingers. At this point, she stops spanking you and instead, uses her other arm to wrap around your waist. As soon as you feel her around you, you slump to the side and into Shane's chest.

"You okay, [Y/N]?" Shane's concern after sex is always welcome and with a sweet smile, you nod your head. Relieved, she presses kisses to the side of your face as she gathers you into her arms and onto her lap.

"That was so good." The decree will definitely stroke Shane's ego, but you don't care right now. Lazily, you turn your head to hers and capture her lips in a gentle kiss. She reciprocates eagerly, cupping your cheek while her other hand rests chastely on your lower back. Pulling away, you press your cheek into her shoulder before looking back at the TV. Brazil won, not that you were paying much attention to the game anyway.

You were going to make a comment but froze when you heard footsteps approach the front door. It wasn't until you heard a key slide into the lock that you realized that someone was coming inside.

"Fuck!"

Scrambling, you launched yourself off of Shane, pulled your underwear back up, and grabbed your shirt off the floor. Falling back onto the couch, you pulled your shirt back on, just in time to look decent as the door swung open.

It was Jenny. In her hand was a case of Dos Equis. Looking between the two of you and the empty beer bottle on the coffee table, she openly rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen.

For once, you were thrilled to see her.

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missvelvetsstuff · 3 months ago

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The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Chapter 7

Note: I'm sorry it has taken so long to update this. I'm still struggling with everything but am trying to keep moving.

I hope it doesn't suck.

Warnings: swearing, angst

A terrified scream woke Bucky from his fitful sleep on Radar's couch. He was up and on his feet in seconds, trying to figure out where it came from until he heard crying. From her bedroom.

He stood still for a moment, debating if he should check on her or give her space when she screamed again

"NO! John! Please stop, I don't... No don't hurt him. BUCKY!!!"

At that he bolted into her room to see her twisted up in her sheets, fighting to get loose. He stopped cold at the edge of the bed and softly called her name, trying to ease her out of the dream instead of jolting her out.

She didn't respond so he said her name a little louder but when that didn't work he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her shoulder.

She grabbed his arm and flipped him over her and onto the floor on the other side of the bed. Sitting up in bed she looked around wide eyed for her attacker before hearing Bucky coughing "okay okay, uncle!"

Radar felt her back spasm and groaned "dammit Barnes you know better."

Bucky grunted "Right, sorry. Its been awhile, I forgot you have a hair trigger." He groaned as he pulled himself up.

She looked in the direction of his voice and watched him pull himself up to sit on the bed. "Are you alright?" She asked sheepishly and winced when she sat back.

Bucky nodded "I'll live." He saw the pained look on her face. "pulled your back again?"

Radar nodded "It's been awhile since I tossed a super soldier around."

"I tried to wake you without touching but it didn't work. You were having a nightmare."

Radar looked at her hands in her lap "Sorry. All this stuff has brought some unpleasant memories back. You should go back to your room so you can sleep."

She tried to smirk but he could see the pain in her eyes, hear it in her voice "Maybe call one of your girls to tire you out."

Bucky shook his head "Give me a little credit. I just found out that the woman I love never cheated on me and I fucked everything up without even giving her a chance to talk. Now I know the truth and plan to do any and every thing that I can to fix what I broke."

Radar sniffled "I don't know if we can go back. Sometimes it's too late and we can't go home."

Bucky bristled "No. No, I can't accept that. I've been miserable for 2 years and I'm not going back to that."

Radar shook her head "Ok, ok. I don't want to argue in the middle of the night. Let's just try to get some sleep and we can talk in the morning. After sunrise and coffee."

Bucky smirked and started to stand "Sounds like a good start. I'll be on the couch."

She grabbed his hand and spoke softly "Wait. Buck? Could you stay with me?"

His smirk grew to a real grin "Of course doll, anything for you."

He laid down next to her and pulled her into him, burying his face in her hair and sighing softly at her familiar scent.

Radar woke up to soft snoring in her ear, a vibranium arm wrapped around her waist and something poking her lower back. She tried to wiggle out of Bucky's grip without waking him but he just pulled her closer and grinded into her with a small moan.

She sighed "Bucky? I-"

"Ssshhhh, doll. 10 more minutes." He mumbled into her hair before pulling her onto her back and trailing his hand down her torso while kissing along her neck. "So sweet, I-"

Bucky pulled back abruptly, blushing "Shit, sorry Y/N, I had a dream and. Nevermind." He sighed "Sorry if I overstepped. I'll slow down."

Radar didn't know what to say, her body was responding to his voice and scent but she couldn't let it go any further. "It's fine, just a dream, nothing real."

Bucky wanted to argue that with her but it was too early.

When Radar woke again she was alone in her bed, she felt sad and relieved all at once but didn't have time to dwell on it because Bucky came bursting into her room with a tray full of breakfast foods and coffee.

Bucky grinned at her "Good morning, doll. I thought you might be hungry."

She smiled back and nodded "I could eat"

She sat herself up and dug into the food he brought.

Bucky leaned back and watched her, trying to build his nerve before speaking again "So, there's nothing going on today and I was hoping we could spend some time together. What do you say?"

Radar gulped before giving him a soft smile. "I would love to spend some time together but I do have plans today." She looked at the clock "In fact I need to get moving."

Bucky felt his heart drop "Oh, right of course. Well, I'll get out of your way and-"

Radar grabbed his arm "Hey, don't be like that. I really appreciate your support last night. I've missed you, I miss us but there's a lot of water under that bridge and we can't just jump right back where we were. It's gonna take some time."

She kissed his cheek "My plans from today were made weeks ago, just time with a friend. I'll see you at dinner tonite?"

Bucky nodded and tried to feel positive about the whole thing. "At dinner." And left with the tray and dirty dishes.

Radar took a long hot shower, thinking about the recent developments and considering whether her and Bucky could start again after everything that happened.

Bucky went to the kitchen and cleaned their dishes before sitting down at the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee. He tried to push down the fear of trusting Radar again, knowing that it wasn't logical. It was hard to convince his heart that what it had believed for so long was wrong. Steve and Sam came back from their run and tried to convince him to give her a second chance then were teasing him about brooding when Thor and Loki showed up.

They were all chatting when Radar entered the kitchen, dressed comfortably in jeans, a leather jacket, a t-shirt and sneakers. She winked at Bucky before walking up to Loki and giving him a hug. "Hey, Lokes! You look dapper." She eyed him up and down in his deep green suit.

Loki kissed her cheek "Are you ready, love? Let's see if we can stir up some trouble." He looked over at Bucky and winked.

Radar laughed and took his arm "See you boys later." before they boarded the elevator and were gone.

Bucky sighed. Steve looked over "You ok, jerk? Did you two talk last night?"

Bucky nodded "Yeah, I'm alright. Part of me just wants to propose before she gets away from me again but she said we can't just pick up where we left off. I had hoped to spend the day together but she obviously had plans. I'm just all turned around right now."

The alarm on his phone went off and he shook his head "time to see Raynor. Won't that be fun."

Sam chuckled "At least you have something new to talk about."

Bucky looked at him oddly "Are you kidding? Y/N is almost the only thing I ever talk about. Especially since she came back."

Radar and Loki wandered the city for awhile before stopping to have lunch. Loki tried to be smooth but missed his mark

"I notice you're on more friendly terms with the soldier. Is reconciliation in your future?"

Radar sighed "I don't know. I still love him but there's been a lot of negative recently and I don't know how to get past it. It was one thing for him to be upset that I returned and he wasn't given any choice but the way he went out of his way to try and hurt me. Having his girls come up to the living quarters to meet him, instead of the lobby and telling them I wasn't anyone important."

She shook her head "I know it was out of hurt but he never even tried to talk to me or listen to me until he heard it from John."

Loki shook his head "Tsk, tsk, you Midgardians have a knack for making everything more complicated than it needs to be."

Radar looked at him with her head turned sideways "Why? What do you think I should do?"

Loki smirked "Well....."

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In Dr Raynors office, Bucky spilled everything that happened in the last few days and how he felt about it all, then sat and stared while waiting for her response. He sighed as she wrote in the book.

"I just wish we could forget the last 2 years happened and be happy again."

Dr Raynor looked at him "But you realize they did happen and your break up was quite traumatic for both of you. You both need some time to accept the whole truth that you have just learned.

No one wants to hear this but you need to give her some time and if it's meant to be-"

Bucky scoffed "It'll work itself out. Right. So I just sit here in limbo, waiting for her to decide. Great."

Dr Raynor looked at him sympathetically "It's a start. I'd be happy to speak to her or you could bring her with you some time. For now, times up. Think about it."

Bucky sighed "Sure, think about it. I'll see if she wants to come to one of my appointments. See you tomorrow."

He went back to the kitchen for coffee and ate some cold leftover pizza for lunch, thinking about all of it. He couldn't keep his mind from wandering, wondering what Radar and Loki were up to, hoping they were truly just friends.

When Sam and Wanda came down to start dinner, Bucky helped them to keep himself busy instead of listening for the elevator so when the doors opened he hadn't been paying attention, he was too busy joking with Sam.

Radar and Loki walked out, laughing and holding on to each other before they realized there was an audience. Loki smiled and winked at Bucky while Radar looked down at her hands before looking up and smiling at Bucky.

"Smells good, when will dinner be ready?"

Sam smiled "About 30 minutes"

Radar bounced "WooHoo! Enough time for a shower. I'll be back."

She looked right at Bucky again, smiling "Save me a seat?"

Bucky grinned "Always, doll."

That grin didn't leave his face as he watched her walk away. He hadn't looked forward to a meal this much since she left.

Sam chuckled "Damn, Terminator's got it bad and I think our Miss Radar does too." He started singing "Love is in the Air" like a cheesy lounge singer, or Robert Goulet.

Bucky blushed and flipped Sam off before starting to set the table, trying to keep busy while waiting for Radar and pointedly ignoring Sam's singing.

30 minutes felt like forever.

@unaxv @calwitch @buckitostan @cjand10. @vicmc624 @sandrab02

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #the situation room

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 6 months ago

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On a rainy afternoon, Voldemort walks in on Harry fresh from the bath, water still beading at the ends of his hair. He must’ve been out flying and, like a fool, hadn’t come back before the storm that had been threatening made good – his sodden clothes trail like breadcrumbs across their bedroom floor.

Voldemort would give Harry yet another lecture about leaving his things all over the place, but. Harry. In just a towel. He has his priorities in order.

Harry takes his baths at ungodly hot temperatures, and while Voldemort avoids the water, he thoroughly enjoys pressing up against his flushed, warm husband afterwards. Harry grins at him, accustomed to his predilection for wrapping around the younger man’s back and basking in the heat practically radiating off him.

The near-boiling water also emphasises where Harry’s many scars mar his body, the shiny whites and textured purplish-browns standing out against his skin more than usual.

Voldemort adores Harry’s scars. He’s unashamed of how many he caused, directly or indirectly – they’re a part of their history, after all. He’s been marking Harry as his from the start, though the intention was very different when the famous lightning bolt he’s tracing with his finger was first formed.

Harry, well used to Voldemort’s fascination with his scars, sighs with long-suffering amusement and lets him continue his exploration.

(It had taken a long time for Harry to feel comfortable with Voldemort’s attention on his body; even longer to let Voldemort look at his bare skin with the lights on. There were still days when the younger man would shift self-consciously under his appreciative gaze.

It remained a work in progress – one to which Voldemort would happily apply himself whenever given the chance.)

He knows Harry’s body better than his own by this point, but it never ceases to captivate him. This body withstood his many efforts to destroy it (avada kedavra, basilisk fang, ritual knife, locket horcrux), his worthless relatives (latticeworks of fine white lines decorating his hands and forearms and shins, shiny patches from untended skinned knees, rough splotches from burns), and the tender mercies of Dumbledore’s machinations.

Voldemort runs his fingers gently over each mark he finds, pressing his lips against Harry’s shoulders, throat and jaw as he pleases to distract his boy.

When he gets to the back of Harry’s right hand, the other man tenses briefly as he always does. How odd, that of all the scars on his body, this is the one that lingers in his mind – that causes him shame and anger when reminded of it.

Voldemort draws the hand up to his mouth and nips at the scar before continuing on, not giving it any special significance and hoping Harry will learn to do the same.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Later, once Harry’s shaken Voldemort off long enough to get dressed, they’re curled up together on the library couch under a blanket and a gently snoring Nagini, watching the rain fall in sheets against the windowpane.

“Did you have scars before?” Harry asks so softly it’s barely audible over the crackle of the fireplace.

Voldemort thinks back to the cuts and scrapes he’d get at Wool’s that would heal practically overnight, with nary a trace remaining thanks to his magic. He remembers bloody fingers from trimming quill ends and learning the difference between slicing, dicing, mincing and chopping potions ingredients and the effects of each method – he’d acquired a bottle of dittany to take care of those. (If the matron didn’t want students to wander off with her supplies, she should’ve guarded them better.)

He thinks of the sixth-year Slytherins who’d tried to carve ‘mudblood’ into his back when he was twelve. They’d just finished the U when he’d mastered the shock and pain enough to lash out with his wandless magic and make them regret being born.

“I did.”

That wound never healed properly. The scar tissue would tug if he twisted a certain way.

He certainly doesn’t miss it.

(And perhaps he understands Harry’s hatred for the scar on his right hand – there’s something different about having letters incised into you. A revulsion; a degradation.)

Harry turns his head to press his temple against Voldemort’s cheek, offering silent comfort.

Voldemort feels the faintest flicker of rage at the memory, but he draws Harry closer and lets the anger drift away. It’s not important anymore.

#harry potter #voldemort #tomarrymort #scars #body worship #fic snippet #fluff #established relationship

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possibilistfanfiction · 11 months ago

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omg hallmark au?!? how abt christmas tree?

[uh. there's a tree at the end lol]

beatrice kisses you. it’s snowing outside and smells like pine and cinammon and her cologne and you’ve kissed her before, in an alley in the dark, but the light from the fireplace here is gentle and bathes her in warmth and she kisses you. it’s a revelation, you think, to be kissed like this, with your eyes closed and a tender hand combing through your hair and the whole world tucked away somewhere else, off this mountainside and hundreds of miles over valleys and rivers and roads away from you here, and now.

beatrice kisses you and you tug on the bottom of her fleece and pull it over her head, the t-shirt underneath coming with it, and a million thoughts run through your head — she’s ripped, first of all, a delight you will revisit soon; the scars that stretch across her flat chest aren’t overwhelmingly surprising, not old but not new either, gorgeous and healed and healing, so much of her unspoken that she wants you to understand; she has a few freckles on her strong shoulders — but she’s looking at you like this is a lot more than a fling while you’re running away from your real life.

you think it clearly, then: this is your real life, too. this is real. beatrice is real.

you trace one of her scars, just for a moment, and then let your fingers trail lightly down her stomach.

‘you’re so beautiful,’ you say and hope it’s right, hope it’s enough.

beatrice, stoic and kind and faithful, takes it in, her eyes meeting yours, gold in the light, and then she smiles softly. ‘you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.’

you feel the weight of her jaw in the palm of your hand when you bring it to her face; the lightness of it, sharp and soft. i love you runs through your head, unbidden, i’m in love with you, but it’s too much and too soon and you’ll leave anyway, and this isn’t home but it isn’t something else entirely either.

‘please,’ is all you can say, but she seems to understand because she kisses you deeply, like there’s something there she’s searching to tell you. you sink into it, let it wash over you with its warmth.

////

the sheets are still warm when you wake, even though the bed is empty. you don’t mind; the world is heavy sometimes, and you understand.

you take your time to stretch, to wiggle your toes, to flex your hands. it doesn’t escape you, even still, the miracle of touch and movement, the life you have that seems, despite the days that feel intolerable, bigger than you could’ve dreamed.

you put on one of her hoodies — soft and warm and smelling of laundry detergent and a little like her cologne, musk and clove and fresh pine, like this place, an unnamable magic — and pad out to the living room. she’s on the couch looking out over the mountains, snow covered, from her huge a-frame windows, theo asleep at her feet. beatrice seems larger than life sometimes, her seriousness and kindness and strength, her bright, quiet laugh — another magic entirely.

she smiles, small and shy, when you curl up next to her and take her coffee with a wink.

‘this is… disgusting,’ you say, surprised to taste at least three spoonfuls of sugar, and you wait a beat before you both laugh. ‘i would’ve thought you had black coffee, very solemn.’

‘i’m still not quite used to the taste, admittedly, but i thought you might like some instead of tea.’

it’s thoughtful in a way that makes you want to cry, but instead you clear your throat and lean into her side.

you stay like that for a while, her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and theo snoring softly every now and then. it’s a bluebird day outside, bright and clear and beautiful.

‘even though you’re leaving,’ she says after a while, ‘i’m thankful i’ve known you.’

it aches in your chest, this desire to never move from this spot, to stop running once and for all, to rest in this warm house with its glass wall and the mountains — flowers in the spring, orange leaves in the fall — a home.

she continues, ‘i would’ve longed for you forever, i think, if we hadn’t met.’

and — what do you even say to that? when you imagined this little adventure, you had thought you’d spend quiet days in a silly little town, drink some hot chocolate, instagram the view of the mountains from your window; maybe — maybe — going home with the town hottie and leaving before they woke. you take a deep breath and look at the soft planes of beatrice’s face and then the big, full christmas tree in the corner of the room that camila told you she cut down herself, its carefully strung lights and a few unexpectedly silly ornaments. you can imagine all of it, her care and quiet humor; you had ached, for so long, to be treated with kindness, to be seen and found whole.

you hadn’t expected her — how could you?

‘well,’ you say, your voice rough in your throat, but she gives you the same grace as always, allowing you to clear it without comment, ‘i haven’t left yet.’

she braves a smile. ‘that’s true.’

‘take me back to bed?’

she stands, unfolds herself elegantly and offers her hand. you think you could hold it forever, but your plane leaves this evening and your life looms. still, you kiss her and, after she comes, trace words you can’t say into the soft skin on her back; you think about saying them aloud, but you don’t.

#hallmark au #avatrice #prompts #anyway this is sex that's far too charged for only having known ea other like ten days but #that's how they are! lmfao #butch bea 🥺🫡#tagging for my own organization but. she is butch lol

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coryosmin · 9 months ago

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Ooh Ooh Ooh that cuddly/clingy reader with Sejanus thing. Like the reader and him are best friends and they’re studying together but reader missed her daily nap after the Academy so she gets tired and Sejanus offers to take a nap with her and so they both end up cuddling in his bed and she’s all over him and omg the fluff. And she falls asleep and is drooling on him and later when she wakes up, he teases her about it, and he’s like “just admit it” and she’s like “I don’t drool” and they start play fighting and somehow it ends with them kissing or confessing their feelings or something. Because as much as I’ve said some real slutty shit on here anonymously, I need some fluff 😩

listen, slutty is great and all but fluff? fluff always makes me giggle and twirl my hair. OKAY SO

you were going to go home after school to take a nap but you knew you had to study for your upcoming exams which is precisely why your best friend suggested you come over to his house and study with him. you were so exhausted though. it had been such a long day and you wanted nothing more than to take an hour nap.

so when you got to sejanus’s apartment, his Ma greeted you with a smile. to which you gave her one back as well as a hug. and then she let you go to sejanus’s room. you walked into sejanus’s room, seeing him changed out of his academy uniform and in a simple casual outfit, laying on his bed and reading a book. you pouted. you missed your bed.

“hey,” he greeted, closing his book.

you placed your things down near his desk. “hi,” you greeted back.

“are you okay?” sejanus asked, getting up from his bed and walking over to you.

you looked at sejanus, still pouting. “i’m so tired.”

he laughed, reaching out to give you a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “is that so?” he said. you hugged him back. “do you want to take a nap?”

“please.”

“let’s take a quick nap and then we’ll study.” sejanus said, pulling away and smiling. you were always just so cute when you were tired. and not much studying would get done anyways if you’re sleepy. so sejanus guided you to his bed and you laid down, getting yourself comfortable on the luxurious sheets. sej laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

you smiled tiredly, positioning yourself so that your head was on sejanus’s chest and your leg was draped across his. your arm was around his waist. you were practically on top of him. “comfortable?” sejanus asked, amused.

“mhm.” you said, closing your eyes.

so you definitely fell asleep first. but sejanus also fell asleep. and it was a lovely nap. sejanus was just so warm and comfy, making you feel so relaxed and grateful that your best friend was just so comfortable.

and later on when you woke up, you woke up first. sejanus was snoring softly and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. you always found it adorable that sej snores. you lifted your head from his chest, realizing you did drool a little bit. you wiped it away with your hand, hoping sej doesn’t realize it.

soon after you, sejanus woke up to you still being in his arms but being awake. “hey,” he said groggily.

“good morning,” you let out a small giggle, unable to help yourself.

sejanus pulled you closer to him, snuggling into you. he’s just so cuddly when he first wakes up and it warms your heart so much. you smile, snuggling into sejanus. it was silent for a few minutes until sejanus just goes “you drool in your sleep.”

you fake gasp, pulling away slightly. “no i do not,” you denied.

sejanus gave you a lazy chuckle, nodding his head. “yes you do, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. he didn’t call you that often. on the rare occasions that you’d sleep over, he seemed to always call you sweetheart first thing when he wakes up. but it always did something to your heart. you grinned, unable to help yourself. “you have no proof of this,” you replied.

“yeah?” sejanus asked, smiling back at you. he lifted a finger to your chin, wiping at it. “you missed some.”

this caused you to pout in response. you wiped your drool away earlier so now he must’ve just been messing with you. as you were about to reply, you felt sejanus press his lips against yours. you froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. he pulled away before you could react, a small smile on his face. “there’s no need to pout,” was all he said.

“w-what was that for?” you asked, feeling the heat in your cheeks rising.

sejanus just smiled. “i wanted you to stop pouting,” he replied, snuggling into you again.

okay so like maybe your best friend is definitely totally into you. but you may or may not be definitely totally into him too. and your best friend just kissed you. so that definitely totally means he’s into you right?

“do you like me?” you asked, looking at sejanus who just looked at you so adoringly.

he gave a simple nod of his head. “yeah,” he said. “i do.”

and with that you smiled at him. “i like you too.”

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #minsasks #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x you #sejanus plinth

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bharv · 1 year ago

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A little sliver of how Glim is with Tara perhaps? 👀

aaaaa, whoever you are, what a darling ask! Wrote this in about five minutes, ha.

Glim wakes to the feeling of something pushing at her stomach. She stirs slowly; these sheets are still so very comfortable compared to what she is used to, three layers of goosedown pillows and the gentle scent of lavender. Another push forces her eyes open.

She looks down into big, feline eyes.

"For a small-thing, you take up far too much space!" Tara hisses, rolling onto her paws from her side and flicking her wings. "This side of the bed is mine."

Glim looks over at Gale. He is snoring softly, a mess of hair and tangled sheets.

"I'm sorry, Tara. I could move over a little?"

"You splay out over the whole thing," she sulks. "I sleep by Mr Dekarios' head at this time of night. Then he turns, and I sleep by his legs. You are entirely in the way. I have been patient with a lot of your... influences, but this will not do. Not at all. I need at least eighteen hours of sleep. I'm exhausted."

"Right. I understand."

She brings her knees to her chest. Gale's bedroom in Waterdeep is intimidating; this one room is the size of the entire house her family shared in Silverymoon. It is all a bit too much, and even in this bed he feels entirely too far away.

"Well," she says quietly as Gale shifts beside her. "What can we do, then? How can I fix it?"

"I have some ideas..."

The next morning, she feels a gentle shaking of her shoulder.

"Glim? Love? What are you doing here?"

"Hm? Oh. Sleeping. Still sleeping. Give me another hour-"

"But why here? Did I do something wrong?"

The edge of panic in his voice forces her eyes open. The chaise she ended up in by the window is every bit as comfy as the bed, but now she moves there is a stiffness in her neck.

"No, you didn't do anything. It's not you. It's... It's fine."

"I had hoped to wake up and hold you in my arms after our first night together here. Our first night home. That I could take you in my arms half-asleep as the light came through the windows. It was a lonely feeling, to wake up and not see you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise it was so important to you. I just..." She brings herself up to sitting, making sure they are quite alone. "I didn't think it was a good idea to make anything difficult. For the long run. With your family."

"My mother wasn't here, was she?"

"Your other family, Gale. Tara. She was quite adamant that I was rather in the way."

He goes to speak and stops himself, a faint blush settling on his cheeks. "Right."

"She says you have a... routine?"

"Well... Perhaps so. Perhaps there had been some comforts. But you are here now, and she must get used to it. I intend you to be here a long time. Forever, if you'll have me."

He leans in to kiss her and she lets him, wrapping her arms around him as that closeness makes her feel like this could really, truly be her home.

#glimmergris #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tara the tressym #based on my cat genuinely pushing people out of my bed #cats are great aren't they?

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jedipoodoo · 5 months ago

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Soldier in my Dreams (Sergeant Hunter & Daughter!OC)

Notes: nothing I write is ever beta read we die like tech (but not really). Father's day, dad batch. Hunter is married to my OC, Saachi, they adopted Omega and Jasper together, and had five children after that (one son, and a set of quadruplets). Nightmares, comfort, Hunter likes being a father more than he ever did a soldier.

Hunter woke as blasterfire echoed in the corners of his mind. The frizzing of droid poppers rang faintly in his ears as he looked around the room. Smaller than the bunks on Kamino, but bigger than the crew's quarters on the Marauder. The night was a dark blue, casting the room in a hyperspace-like glow, peaceful and serene

He wasn't a soldier anymore. He was home.

The bed stirred beside him. Saachi grunted in her sleep and turned on her side, arms tucked beneath her pillow. The strap of her nightdress had slipped over her shoulder in her sleep, so Hunter tucked it back into place and leaned down to brush a kiss against her cheek. Sleep settled back over her as her breathing evened out.

Hunter heard the pitter patter of tiny feet just outside the door to the room, so he stood to answer it before the creak could wake up his wife.

Standing there, with her beloved Lala the tooka in one arm and the other rubbing sleep from her eyes, stood Poppy. The youngest of his girls, and the second youngest overall. Hairs stuck out of her little braids at off angles, giving her a fuzzy halo as she frowned up at her dad.

"Where's Momma?" she demanded, unsatisfied by his appearance.

"She's fine, she's just sleeping." Hunter knelt in front of Poppy, trying to keep her from moving into the room, "What's up, sarad'ika?"

Poppy's bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

"Wan' Momma," She insisted.

But Hunter hadn't learned nothing from his time as a Sergeant. He knew plenty of redirection tactics.

"C'mere," he scooped Poppy up into his arms, Lala and all, "Let's take a look at your brothers and sisters now, huh?"

"Quinn's snoring!" Poppy complained loudly. Hunter reminded her to be quiet.

"Is that what woke you up, then?" He chuckled, closing the door to his room.

Poppy shook her head vehemently, "I had a nightmare."

"Oh," Hunter said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Poppy shook her head again. She wrapped her arms around Lala's head tightly, and rested her head against Hunter's chest.

Sure enough, when they peeked into the girl's room, Quinn was snoring softly. Her own Tooka, Tutu, had fallen off the bed as she lay splayed over her sheets, so Hunter picked Tutu up and placed him in Quinn's arms again.

In the boy's room, Andi was sound asleep with his tooka, Pinkey, but Reed was missing from his bed. Hunter knew he couldn't have gone far, though. As he checked the older boy's bedroom, they found that Reed had crawled into Gray's bed again. Jasper was only pretending to be asleep, Hunter could see the faint glow of his datapad beneath his flimsy pillow.

"It's goodnight, Jaspa!" Poppy protested, pointing an accusing finger at her biggest brother.

"Shh," Hunter told her, hoping Reed and Gray would stay asleep. He tiptoed over to Jasper's bed. Jasper remained on his side, his back to Hunter, and too still to actually be asleep. Hunter slipped the datapad out from under Jasper's pillow and switched it off, tucking it in his back pocket.

"Good night, Jasper," He whispered, gently kissing his forehead. Jasper mumbled something unintelligible in return, muffled by a yawn.

The last bedroom, while the smallest of the rooms in the house, belonged to the oldest.

"You sleeping, 'Meega?" Poppy sounded almost disappointed.

Omega indeed was asleep, though like Jasper, her own datapad was not far out of reach. It had fallen on her face mid-message, and had typed out a random smattering of numbers and letters. Thankfully, it hadn't sent, but before Hunter could turn it off and set it back in the charging dock, he couldn't help but read a few of the messages. She was messaging Echo again. And Emerie, too. Hunter didn't know how much he trusted Emerie, but he trusted Echo, and Echo vouched for her.

Hunter's heart beat painfully in his chest. They were telling her about the Rebellion, the successes and the losses. He kept himself from reading anymore. Omega was growing up. She wasn't that innocent little child he met on Kamino anymore, she was allowed to grow up and make her own decisions, even if they might put her in danger.

Poppy leaned forward and almost fell out of Hunter's arms, reaching for Omega.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" he hissed.

"But I wanna say goodnight!" Poppy pouted. Omega grunted, and rubbed her eyes.

"Hunter? Poppy, wha-?"

Hunter sighed, "Sorry, kid, Poppy had a bad dream, so she wanted to say goodnight. You can go back to sleep now."

Omega chuckled softly, and held out her arms, "It's alright."

Poppy launched herself into Omega's arms, knocking the wind from her lungs.

"Poppy," Hunter sighed again, running a hand over his face.

Poppy hugged Omega all the more tighter, "I love you, 'Meega."

Omega wrapped her arms around Poppy, "I love you too, ad'ika."

"Alright, you little womp rats," Hunter gently yanked Poppy out of reach from Omega so that he could give her a kiss good night, "Back to bed with both of you."

He managed to slip out of Omega's room and back into the hall before Poppy started to protest.

"Don't wanna," She insisted, "Wanna stay with 'Meega!"

"No, it's time for you to go back to your own bed, now."

"But Reed sleeps with Gray!" I wanna sleep with 'Meega!" Poppy said.

Hunter had to place a few fingers over her mouth, hushing her gently. When she was quiet again, he slowly removed his fingers. "You gotta go to bed, sarad'ika. Omega, and Momma, and everyone else is asleep now."

"Even ba'vod'u Tech?" She asked hopefully.

"Even ba'vod'u Tech," Hunter nodded, "He's tired. Papa's tired too. Aren't you tired?"

Poppy's fingers twisted tighter into the material of Hunter's shirt. He was afraid she might rip a hole in it.

"Scared." She whimpered at last, hiding ashamedly behind her tooka.

"Oh," you're scared," Hunter whispered in understanding, "From your nightmare?"

Poppy nodded.

Hunter's heart broke as he tilted his daughter's chin upwards so he could see her face. Her delicate eyes were wide with unshed tears, and her little bottom lip trembled. He would do anything if it meant any of his little ones would never feel the way that Poppy looked right now.

He sighed, and cradled her against his shoulder, "Come with me, you can sleep with me and Momma tonight."

She perked up at that. "Momma?"

"Shh," Hunter urged, "You have to be quiet. Remember, Momma's asleep now."

"I be quiet," Poppy said, and yawned promisingly.

Hunter brought her back into his room, where Saachi lay just as he had left her. He opened the window, letting in the soothing salt air and the calming sound of the distant waves wrap around them like a warm blanket. Poppy could barely lift her head from Hunter's shoulder.

"Papa?" She hummed as Hunter sat on his side of the bed.

"Yes, Poppy?" he asked. He paused, keeping Poppy against his shoulder so that he could listen to her tired, sleepy voice.

Poppy yawned again, and it nearly made Hunter yawn too.

"You keep me safe?" She asked.

Hunter smiled to himself and kissed her forehead. Not too many years ago, keeping his children safe would have required bloodshed and danger, along with almost certain death. But now, with the Clone Wars long behind them, and the Empire far from Pabu, safety meant things like watching so that they didn't fall off a rock, making sure they ate healthy, providing warm clothes during the colder months, and promising that the uncertainty of the night couldn't reach them.

He much preferred this fight.

"I will always keep you safe, sarad'ika." he whispered. Poppy's eyes fluttered closed, but hunter caught the glimpse of a satisfied smile as he lay her on the bed, nestled in between himself and Saachi.

He lay next to her, listening as Poppy's heartbeat slowed to keep time with Saachi's. His heart was slowing too, but he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes.

Poppy's arms flailed back and forth, which meant she was finally starting to settle down to sleep, but they also hit Saachi, just enough to nudge her awake.

"Mmm, nightmare?" she asked, rubbing one eye with her fingertip.

Hunter nodded, brushing Poppy's bangs from her eyes. her little eyelids twitched, as sleep claimed them, and Hunter prayed that she'd have better dreams now.

"Oh, sweet girl," Saachi sighed and kissed the back of Poppy's head, "Good thing you have your Papa to help you, huh?"

She took the elastic from the end of the braid that wasn't pinned beneath Poppy's head, and rebraided it. It was more of a habit than a necessity. Saachi loved being able to help their daughters with their hair, and both Quinn and Poppy loved how pretty the braids were.

Hunter sat up, just as the door opened with an ominous creak.

"I hadda bad dream," Andi said, rubbing at his eye with his fist.

Hunter tried not to sigh, and Saachi placed her hand on his arm.

"I got this one," she mouthed, nodding to Poppy. She met Andi at the door, scooping him up into her arms, and as Hunter finally let his eyes drift shut, he could hear Saachi humming a lullaby to their son.

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bunnyreaper · 2 years ago

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hi hi hi! i dont know if your requests are open or not, but i absolutely adore your reaper stories 🥺

if they are, would you consider writing a short prompt or hcs of gabe/reaper differences as a dad? i got this mad baby fever rn im so sorry 😭

and if not, i love you and your content anyway, please take care and don't push yourself too hard!

🐀💕

notes: NO BCS I've also got the baby fever, help? (accidentally writes 1.2k words sksksk) tysm for the request and the kind words! <3 warnings: pregnancy, mild sexual content/suggestion Gabriel and Reaper pregnancy and early fatherhood HCs (+ bonus drabbles)

Gabriel:

His protective instincts go into overdrive. If you thought it was bad before, ooh, you have another thing coming.

If you're part of Overwatch/Blackwatch, he has you benched as soon as he finds out you're pregnant to protect you and the life inside you.

Keeps the baby scan picture on his desk, another copy in his wallet.

Wants to cater to your every need, even down to your tying your shoelaces and grabbing everything while you're pregnant.

Gets even touchier, but not necessarily sexual, just sensual. Rubs lotion into your stomach, massages your feet, and insists on you using him as a pillow if you need it.

Calls his mother and asks for advice on how best to support you.

Insists on buying everything the baby could possibly need, and on building the cot and decorating a nursery.

Slightly leans towards wanting a girl more than anything, as he wants her to take after you instead of him.

Fantasizes with you about how he can bond with baby when they grow up, regardless of who they are, he hopes to get them into sports.

Secretly wonders if he should take up knitting to make little baby clothes/hats/blankets

Pushes himself harder at work. He's always wanted to make the world a better place, but having a child with you makes him all the more desperate.

When the baby comes, he becomes even more of a light sleeper, stirring as soon as the baby does and rushing to soothe them.

Would never in a million years tell another soul, but he gets a little insecure if he feels the baby prefers you over him.

Speaks to them in Spanish as well as English, from when they're in the womb and onwards.

Proudly wears his sling to hold the baby, whether it's at home cooking meals for you or taking the baby in for an office day.

Outside of your blood relatives, Jack and Ana are the only ones he trusts with the baby alone, his fierce protection remaining.

It's not begrudging, but he does find it a little hard having to somewhat step away from his career a little to be a present father. He also doesn't think it's fair for you to be the only one making sacrifices.

You do have small arguments over some parenting styles, with him relying on older wisdom and advice from his mother, even if newer advice might not always agree.

"She's asleep, Gabe." You sigh, stepping up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He stands sentinel, watching her protectively as she softly snores away in her cot.

"I know." He whispers, yet his eyes fix on her for a moment longer. "She just looks so peaceful. I think she'll make it through the night."

Gabriel takes her sleep seriously and is always finding new ways to soothe her to sleep. Her latest is falling asleep on his chest in the rocking chair before he delicately places her down onto her own sheets.

You slip away with a smile, content at witnessing his love for your daughter. Heading into the kitchen, you begin to tidy the kitchen and make sure everything is prepared for another day of parenting tomorrow.

It's Gabriel's turn to stay home, and you ensure there are enough pumped bottles in the fridge.

As you wander around the kitchen, it's Gabriel's turn to slip his arms around your waist, his lips falling to your neck.

"Since we have some time to ourselves..." His voice drops low and tempting, making you shiver.

You've spent a lot of time healing and resting, adjusting to parenthood, and lately the two of you haven't had the time or the capacity for sexual intimacy.

His hands grip at your waist, pulling you back against the hardness growing in his sweats. "... I was thinking we could get started on baby Reyes number two."

You feel yourself flush with need. "¿Muy pronto?" ("So soon?)

"Hazme papá otra vez." ("Make me a daddy again.")

Reaper:

Initially shocked as he didn't even know it was possible, but life finds a way. He struggles with the idea of it, but you assure him that it happened for a reason.

Similar in his extremely protective nature, but is a bit more violent about it should he need to be. If he hears about someone in public who knocked into you or wouldn't give up their seat, he stews with anger.

Private about it, even more than he is usually with info regarding you. Doesn't tell a soul in Talon because he worries about the consequences. (Sombra knows, because of course she does)

Starts taking more work contracts, which leads to a little bit of worry within you for his safety, and creates a bit of distance between you, but it's for a good reason he acts this way.

Often watches you sleep, making sure you're in a comfortable position and aren't too disturbed by the pregnancy.

Leans towards wanting a boy, so he can raise him to be a protector for you, too.

Feels a sense of primal arousal seeing you swell with his child.

When the baby comes, and you're cuddling up with the newborn, he excuses himself to get some water, but really he cries for the first time in forever.

A sense of guilt creeps in, as he feels undeserving of you and the child you've blessed him with.

Was relieved to see the baby wasn't afraid of him, wasn't afraid of his form or vibe, but he has been whispering to them since they were inside you, getting them used to his voice.

Defers to your maternal instincts on most matters AND shows his love and paternal feelings by providing for and protecting you both

Has to put up with Sombra making dad jokes at his expense, lovingly blackmailing him for photos.

You wake with a start, worry coursing through you as Reaper materializes in the room with a loud clatter.

"We have to go now." His voice is panicked and strained as he begins to throw things on the bed.

Pulling yourself out of bed, your confusion persists, yet you grab the suitcase and bags you can, filling them with items. "What's happening?"

"We're leaving." He replies in a huff, grabbing your valuables from the nightstand.

You grip onto your beloved, peeling his mask off in a hurry as you try to discern what is happening. "Please, stop. Just explain what's going on."

Reaper takes a few deep breaths, his jaw tightening as he returns your hold. "I have a way out, from Talon, from everything." He keeps his voice grave and steady. "To keep you safe, to keep the baby safe."

You search his eyes for any sign of insincerity, in complete disbelief at his words. "I- really, you're going to leave?!"

He struggles to meet your gaze, his red-hued eyes cast down at the floor. "My activity over the last few months..."

"You've been preparing a way out?"

"With a little help." He chuckles, before turning serious once more. "We'll have new identities, a new life. But we'll be safe. I'll keep you safe."

You wrap your arms around his neck, stepping up to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Gabriel." You sigh, whispering his name.

"I love you too." His hands drop to your stomach, caressing the growing bump as he holds you close. "Both of you."

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strangelockd · 2 years ago

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Another ordeerrrrrrr-

Can I get uhhhhhh, #10 Orgasm Denial mixed with #13 Deepthroat with reader doing this to Defender? Thankkssss

Pairing: Defender Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: READ PART 1 HERE.

The reader wakes up Defender Strange in the best way possible. But she also has a few tricks up her sleeve to get him to stay 😉

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Porn with a bit of plot(after the cut), Spanish speaking Stephen(don’t worry I translated), Oral sex(M & F), Orgasm denial(M receiving), Deepthroating, Praise, Dirty talk, Face riding, Fluff, Sub Defender, Im sure I missed something. If your under 18 and read this, thats on you…

A/N: Thank you so much @lady-harvey for this steamy Idea!!! I thought why not mash both your requests bc they're about our adorable Oreo. I hope this fulfill's your desires.

Rain pattered off the windows as you awoke to Stephen still sound asleep snoring away. He looked so at peace with not a care in the world, no universes to balance, nothing keeping him from getting the rest he so richly deserved. Soaking in the morning light that cascaded down Defenders body you eyed him with admiration as the light illuminated his toned muscles in a soft toothsome glow. The blanket stopping just below his waistline showing off just a peak his perfect bare bottom.

Sighing contentedly, you leaned over him carefully plucking the remnants of daisies and red ribbon weaved into his sexed tousled hair. The salt and peppered strands flowed around him like a silken crown as you brought the daisy bundle up to your nose inhaling it deeply. The memories of the wild night before going through your mind made you smile but quickly form a frown. For Defender had a meeting at the London Sanctum and he would be waking up to leave in a few hours. Sighing, a selfish part of you didn’t want the weekend to end so soon. Watching Stephen turn on his back spreading his arms out to take over more of the bed made you chuckle just a bit.

Being the Sorcerer Supreme ate away at Stephen sometimes and it always left him more tired than usual. Let alone the winter weather didn’t help with the metal pins that helped fix his hands. But nevertheless, ever the stoic Stephen Strange never complained, his work ethic and dedication is something really to admire at times. Tying the flowers with one of the ribbons setting them gently on the nightstand you wrapped your arms around Stephens strong frame. Breathing in slowly you took in his scent that carried sandalwood with traces of vanilla oil.

His body heat felt deeply inviting as you softly kissed the daisy cluster tattoo on his left shoulder, eliciting a small groan from his lips. Each daisy was a representation of the only two women he loved in his life. You and Donna.

“Mmmm,” he shifted slightly continuing his soft snores.

Looking at the sheets your eyes couldn’t help but notice his stiffened cock standing at attention. Twitching a brow, a mischievous smile creeped on your lips as you grabbed a scrunchie tying your hair into a quick ponytail.

Bringing the sheets over your head to slowly move downward you grazed your nails gently across his toned abs. Tracing a circle around the navel it elicited a small noise from Stephen, making you quickly pause. You resumed kissing your way down the defined v of his waistline placing more soft kisses between his firm loins.

The snores trickled back as you lined yourself between his legs, your mouth ever so close to his gorgeous thick cock, Stephen wiggled a bit as you felt yourself bite your lower lip in lustful anticipation. Hand grasping firmly around his shaft you started to stroke at a slow and even pace, relishing the feeling of him in your hand. A glistening bead of pre cum leaked from his bulbous tip as you leaned forward lightly licking up his essence.

“Hnnggh,” he groaned deeper stretching out his legs.

Slowly licking from the base to his tip in one long motion, taking great pleasure in the noises that Stephen made from above the covers. Savoring the feeling you locked your lips around the head of his cock, tongue dancing around the crown you had sunk down slowly sheathing his member. His moans shot straight to your cunt as you heard his breathing grow louder and more ragged.

You wondered to yourself how his face must look like right now coming undone…His eyes scrunched with pleasure. The way his pale flesh would flush red during the crescendo his release. The look of his crystal blue eyes fully dilated as he rolls his head back into the pillows in pure ecstasy. Such a vision to behold.

But what turned you on most was when his brain would switch to Spanish when making love. That really threw you off on the first night together, but in no time, everything became more natural and fell into place. Together you both read each other’s bodies like the blind read brail.

“Damn,” he groaned lifting the sheets his sleepy eyes woke to the best sight. You, below the covers, giving him morning head. Defender’s eyes laced with grogginess and lust as he smirked at you, “so beautiful…,” he cooed noticing you blush returning the covers slowly over your head. Watching you continue to selflessly pleasure your man, his cock twitched harder in your grip as he felt you continue your fluid pace.

“If yo-, if you think this is going to get me to stay. You’re going to have to try harder Mi Amor, (My Love)” his voice laced with desire as you started sucking faster making his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.

Releasing his swollen cock with a lewd pop you peeked out of the covers batting your eyes, “But what if I’m a good girl? And besides,” tugging on his shaft feeling him buck again, “it’s raining today, and you lost your sling ring,” winking you returned your head back down as you continued mouth fucking him.

He eyed the nightstand smirking at his ring vanishing, letting out a sharp hiss Defender pawed and gripped the sheets, “you make…ahh a good point. Hnng…then by all means…please continue,” he hissed lacing his fingers around your hair as you teased the frenulum flattening your tongue back down swallowing him whole. But you had a better idea brewing inside your head which lead you to pause. Keeping your lips locked around his cock, you didn’t move.

Feeling Defender squirm in return almost made you chuckle and lose it.

“Co-come on baby, don’t be such a little tease,” he begged with ragged breath as his fingers pawed at your hair more. Smiling to yourself you released a small chuckle that vibrated through his cock making him groan. Sliding up and down much slower, you relished the taste of him that was all for you.

“P-please baby. I’m begging you. Por favor muévete más rápido!(please move faster!)”

The pleading tone and language of his voice shot straight to your center as you started picking up speed again. Grasping his thighs for support you bobbed your head up and down along his hardened length. Repeating your motions, you felt yourself grow more eager to claim the reward of his climax. In feral desperation you suddenly started bobbing you head in a faster motion as you hand kept its pace. Lips locked tighter around his vigor you heard Defender release a sharp gasp as you pumped him faster and faster. The lewed noises echoing pornographically throughout your master bedroom as Defender chased his high.

“Th-that’s my g-good girl…you have the perfect mouth,” his hands gripping tighter on your ponytail, “you take me so well,” he continued his praises feeling his grip become tighter as he guided you through his own climax with a gentle eagerness. Despite his ever-carnal hunger for you, Defender was always the gentleman even in the midst of being under the mercy of such a beautiful woman.

You guided his hands to you head, encouraging him to let his wild side out.

“Madre de Dio’s!(Mother of God!)” he cried out as he felt his cock throb and pulse, coating your throat as you took him all the way. Swallowing it all like a starving woman, you kept pumping him slowly, riding out his high you lapped him up making sure there wasn’t a drop wasted.

Popping your head out of the covers you crawled up to cuddle next to Defender. He laced his arms around your frame as you brushed each other’s sweat stuck hair off your foreheads smiling contentedly.

Kissing your head softly he whispered, “come here,” like a moth to a flame you leaned in kissing him deeply. His tongue parting your mouth slightly as he begged for entrance. Cupping your head tilting it back to taste all of you it elicited a whimpered moan from your lips. Pulling back slowly he nuzzled your nose, “You were such a good girl Mi Amor(My Love),” he breathed onto your lips, the remnants of him still on your lips made Defender moan. His hand trailed down your shoulder as his fingers fished under the pillow. Feeling the familiar cold metal of his sling ring he threaded it between his fingers wiggling it teasingly in front of your face.

“Good girls DO deserve a reward,” he purred against your ear, “and I have just the thing.” Tossing the ring over his shoulder it bounced on the darkened mahogany floor as he swept his arms under your thighs positioning you on-top of his mouth.

“St-Stephen,” you moaned kneeling your thighs between his head as his lips latched onto your clitoris making you grip the headboard as you ground your pleasure out if him. “Your mouth feels so good,” you moaned repeatedly with incantation. His tongue swirling in figure eights as he kept his pace. His beard caused more friction as you threaded you hand into his hair guiding him.

“That it, right there,” you moaned as you arched your back hearing your voice grow louder. You were close.

“Fuck you taste divine,” he groaned as his tongue pierced your apex.

The familiar warmth was building below you as you felt you skin prickle, “Stephen, I’m going to come,” you wailed as he kept up his unrelenting pace of devouring your pussy. The vibration of his pleasure from his voice rippled through you like waves as you rode out your high. Lifting you gently he sat you beside him as you brought him in for a deep kiss. Your fingers trailed over his floral tattoo as you trailed kisses over it.

“That was amazing Stephen.”

“Did you expect anything less?” He grinned with a slight chuckle, pulling you in for another deep kiss as you snuggled back up to each other.

“From you,” looking into his eyes, breathing him in, “never.”

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cheekyowldraws · 1 year ago

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Friede, Murdock, Liko and Roy appeare fairly often too Minor part: Orla, Mollie, Captain Pikachu, Rockruff, Dot

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Murfrieshipping

Summary:

Friede keeps sleeping in the captains chair instead of his bed and Murdock doesn't like that unhealthy behaviour and tries to convince him to take better care of himself, even if that means he has to give him the "Professor" treatment (I headcanon that when Murdock is mad at Friede he doesn't call him by his name and instead calls him Professor so the other man will immadiatly know that he fucked up)

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Can't you see that I'm caring about you?

It's past midnight and today it's Murdocks turn for the night shift, so he wanders around the Brave Asagi to check on everyone. The kids were all sleeping safe and sound. Liko always slept on her side, sometimes hugging Sprigatito. She was breathing so softly that you could barley hear her. Roy on the other hand was more of a lively sleeper. The boy never layed in his bed the same way and Murdock always got amused to see which pose he would find him in, before gently laying him down in a more comfortable pose, tucking him under his sheets. Dot mostly layed on her back, arms over her head, softly snoring. She had a very deep sleep so it was easy for Murdock to pick up some empty bottles and snack bag, before leaving the room.

The next stop was the Captain's deck and he really hoped that he would NOT find a certain man in here today...but he was proven wrong. Friede was sitting In the captains chair or more laying half on his side. That pose couldn't possible be comfortable in any way ore means. The white haird man was sitting mostly straight, but his upper body leaning widly on the left side while trying to support his head with his arm, his left shoulder pressing against the hard wood. Normally Murdock would just pick him up and carry this unreasonable fool to his room and laying him in his bed, but not this time. Today is different. He is dissapointed...Friede did promise him earlier this day that he will sleep properly in his own bed tonight, but he cleary didn't hold to his promise...so he just let him be like that and left the room, but not before he put a blanket over this stupid idiot. He may be mad but he still cares and don't wanna risk that his best friend gets sick.

The next morning Friede was woken up by the rising sun. He needed to blink his eyes open several times before they could adjust to the blending light. With a deep and long yawn he tried to sit up and was immadiatly met with a stinging pain in his neck „Maybe sleeping here wasn't the best idea“ he admitted while trying to massage his neck. Then the yellow eyed man noticed the blanket he was wrapped in and was slightly confused „I can't remember getting this...“ but before he could think more about this his nose got distracted by the pleasant smell of freshly backed bread. „Hmmm...I wonder what Murdock made for breackfast“ he said ans with a soft smile he exited the room, still trying to strech his body.

Soon he entered the kitchen to see what Murdock was up to „Good morning“ he said with a big smile. The brown hairded man was in the middle of preparing said breakfast and answered him with a cheerful „Good morning did you sleep well?“ and a big smile on his face. Friede instantly grabbed his neck turning his head carefully and alternately to the left and right, making his eyes winch in pain a little while letting out a small groan „My neck is a bit sore“ „I wonder why...“ the chef promptly hissed out with a sarcastic undertone, barley loud enough for Friede to notice that Murdock said something but not being able to understand what exactly so he asked out of concern while lifting one of his brows „Did you say something?“ But Murdock just shakes his head „I was just talking to myself. The breakfast is almost ready so please get the kids“ he said with a smiling face before he continued to focus on the task before him. Friede just nodded and then left the kitchen to look if the kids are already awake. The cook let out a defeated sight as soon as his friend left the kitchen. „That idiot doesn't seem to remember a thing...I just care about you...you stupid“ he mumbled with a rather hurt but soft voice before he finished preparing breakfast. 15 minutes later everyone was sitting at the dining table. As usual Murdock served a tasty meal and everyone stuffed their faces, enjoying every bite. Murdock couldn't help but smile at this sight. But it didn't took long until he got interupted by Roy who almost choked on his last bite, because he ate to hastely.

Friede ate fairly much himself and felt full to the brim „Phewwww that was delicious as always Murdock. I'm so full I definately won't be able to move for a while“ he compliments the chefs food. Murdock just had the biggest smile on his face after hearing that „Thank you I'm happy your enjoyed your breakfast Pro..fes...sor!“ Murdock said the last word with such a joyful but yet terrifying voice that it made Friedes whole body shiver „Oh no...he is upset...“ he thought, cold sweat starting to run down his face while going through every interaction he had with the other man yesterday to find a possible clue of the sudden dissapointment towards him. „What was it!? Did I say anything wrong!? Did I accidentally break something? Did he forgot something important!? But if he forgot it how could he possible remember it now?“ Arrghhhh Friede growls while tearing at his hair „I do so many stupid and clumsy stuff how can he expect me to know what exactly made him mad?“ he thought. Molly and Orla immadiatly sensed the change of athmosphere between the two men. It wasn't the first time they witnessed Murdock getting mad with Friede, so they were sure they will figure things out themselves. After collecting all the dirty tableware Murdock left the room heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Liko and Roy got slightly concerened because Friede was sitting their for several minutes without moving a muscle. „A..Are you okay Friede?“ a nervouse Liko softly asked him. But the man didn't respond so Roy tried with his energiy voice this time „ARE YOU OKAY FRIEDE!?“ the small boy neary gave him a heartattack. „I'm...I'm fine!!“ He promptly answered while having one hand on his chest feeling his heart almost coming out „I just got lost in thoughts that's all“ he tried to convince the kids while trying to put on a smile but it looked more like a grimace. „Are you sure?“ Liko worried asked him again. „I'm okay I promise so don't worry okay?“ he said while patting her head with a hopefully normal smile on his face this time before leaving the room with a „I need to check something so see ya later“

Friede spent his whole day trying to find out with what action he upsetted Murdock. He didn't relaized how fast the time flew by when he decided to take a break from thinking. In fact it's already dinner time so everyone was gathering at the dining table. Friede also sat down on his seat and still had no clue. His head slightly hurted from overthinking and he tried to hide it but Murdock did notice. The cook exactly knew why his friend had a headeach so he didn't need to sugar coat him. He is still mad with Friede after all. So yet again the chef put up his brightest smile „Does the Professor have trouble remembering something important?“ That took Friede a little off-guard and he almost choked on his food. He hated that Murdock could read his face so easily. „A well...I guess so“ He said a little awkward while scratching the back of his head „I see...“ The cook almost lost his facade for a moment so he took a short pause before continuing „If you don't remember it probably wasn't that important to YOU so don't sweat it okay?“ Murdock tried really hard to sound happy but Friede catched the sad undertone in his voice and felt even more guilty now. He couldn't bring himself to say anything after that and just silently watched his friend leaving the room.

That whole situation didn't went unnoticed to the rest of the crew. And Friede already sensed judging eyes towards him so he just felt like running away himself „Sorry I ehm I think I should go and check if we still are on the right course so...“ the white haired man hastely stood up, almost falling from his seat and left the room without looking anyone in the face. Liko and Roy just looked at each other confused not knowing what to do. „I think Murdock would be happy if you two could help him with the dishes“ Orla said with a smile on her face to distract them. The two kids just nooded and started to collect all the dirty tableware to bring them to Murdock.

The cook stood in the kitchen, tears running down his cheeks. He just had to leave or else he would have burted into tears in front of everyone „I expected him to not remember but still...my heart feels betrayed...I thought my feelings had reached him...“ the brown haired man pressed his fingers against his closed eyes to stop the tears. He took a few deep breathes to calm himself down. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this. But in this moment someone knocked on the door and he started to panic a little „Murdock are you in there?“ Roy asked with a cheerful but hesitant voice. Murdock was a little relieved that it wasn't Friede and heaved out a deep sigh. He promptly wished the last bit of tears away with his right arm and had to clear his voice before he was able to answer. „Yeah please come in“ the two kids then opened the door, hands full of tableware. „We brought all the dirty dishes. Is it okay if we help you cleaning up?“ Liko shyly asked with a soft smile and Murdock was deeply touched „Of course! You two are a great help. Thank you!“ the cook cheerfully said and the two kids happily staretd to bring everything to the sink so Murdock could wash the dishes while Liko and Roy dried everything with a towel.

At the same time Friede was running outside to get some fresh air. He just busted out the door and leaned on the railing. He was out of air and needed to catch his breath. After a while he lifted his head and looked at the sunset. „Right it's my turn on the night shift...“ he whispered to himself. He kept silently watching the sun slowly going down, still thinking about what he can't seem to remember...but to no avail...he just can't remember and he hated himself for it. It was already dark when he finally decided to go in hoping that everyone else already went into their bedrooms setteling down for the night. He opened the door and cautious peak inside. To his delight no one seemed to be here, so without detour he went to the Captains deck grabbing the steering wheel.

Thinking all day about why Murdock was mad at him mentally have worn him out completely. „WHAT DID I DO WRONG?“ He couldn't shake off this question and it started to drive him crazy that he wasn't able to grasp the reason for the chefs dissapointment. Especially after the last conversation „He could just tell me what upsets him though“ It was almost midnight when Friede decided to sit on the captains chair for a while and he literally let himself fall exhausted into the seat. His sore neck immadiatly tried to protest when he leaned against the back of the chair. „I probaly should sleep in my bed today“ he paused for a moment and then just repeated part of the sentence with a questioning voice „...sleep in my bed......in my bed....SLEEP IN MY BED!!! THAT'S IT!!!“ he couldn't help but almost jump out of the chair in the process, just to get his joy of finally knowing why Murdock is mad at him promplty replaced by the realisation that he indeed fucked up and that the other man had the full right to be upset. „So the blanket last night really was from Murdock...he saw me sleeping here after I promised him I would sleep comfortably in my bed...and him directly asking how my night was...and if I struggle to remember something important...“ the man closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Everything made sense now...and he rememberd everything.

The day before:

Friede was keeping Murdock company in the kitchen while the chef was preparing everything for lunch. He sat on the small stool in the corner watching every move of his friend. He made it look so easy, every hand movement is perfectly coordinated. „I could never cut stuff while looking away“ he said after wittnessing Murdock cutting onios without even looking because the man was busy reading a recipe at the same time. The chef actually wanted to test a new dish he recently found or more searched especially for it. Liko is not a picky eater and eats everything the cook makes and he appreciated it but he really wanted to create some comfort food for the shy girl, after everything she went through. „It's not that spectacular. Its only a matter of trainng. I'm doing this for years ya know?“ The humble man said with a smile. „Don't play down your hard work. If it would be so easy everyone of us would be able to cook like you, but that's not the case. I'm complimenting you here ya know?“ Friede protested with a up brow. „Sorry, sorry!“ Murdock answered with a playful voice.

Friede then layed back and coulnd't hold back a small groan, cursing his hurtinh neck. That didn't went unnoticed by Murdock „You slept in the Captains chair again didn't you?“ the cook asked being annoyed by the unhealthy behavior his friend couldn't seem to stop with. But Friede was avoiding eye contact and didn't answer his question. „So I'm right...how many times did I already tell you that it's unhealthy to go one like this?“ Friede just went even more silent looking on the floor now „When was the last time you slept in a bed?“ Murdock asked with a slightly angry but concerned voice, staring at Friede in hope he gets an answer this time.

„You know...last time when we...when we slept in your room together and...“ „THAT WAS LAST WEEK!???“ the big man hissed at his friend „You are telling me you haven't slept in your bed for over a week!?“ Murdock has to admit that his voice came out louder then he wanted to, resulting in starteling the smaller man a bit. But he was shocked after what he just heard. „Ye...Yeah but it's not that big of a deal. Sleep is sleep! Doesn't matter how I get it“ Friede tried to defend himself. „It DOES matter where you sleep!“ Murdock started to scold the him „Your neck hurting is the best example that sleeping in a chair is unhealthy!“ „It always goes away after some time“ Friede tried to defend himslef, not understanding what Murdock is so worried about. The cook went silent for a while after that before he started talking again „Sorry for screaming at you, but can you promise me that you gonna sleep properly in your bed? At least for today?“ he said with a caring voice while looking at him with pleading eyes. Friede wanted to protest but it seemed important to his friend so he promised him to do so.

Back to the present:

Murdock layed in his bed unable to rest. His Rockruff cuddeling right against his chest. He gently petted the little puppy that was already snoring soundly. He couldn't help himself but to smile at this cute sight. But the smile was washed away from his face as soon as he fell back into deep thoughts. „Should he have just told Friede why he is mad?“ He started to play with one of Rockruffs paws, softly pressing it's toe beans. It wasn't the first time that Friede forgot something so he should be used to this, but for some reason he feels really hurt this time, almost betrayed „I just care about him...why can't he understand that I'm just worried? Are my feelings worth nothing?“ The cook asked frustrated while looking at his Rockruff, expecting an answer, but of course the only respond he got was a big yawn. Murdock had to giggle „Of course you don't have an answer on that“ while watching his little fellow getting even more comfortable „Maybe I should talk to Friede tommorrow...“ The cook then turned out the lights and kissed the little puppy on his head before trying to catch some sleep himself, tightly but gently hugging his partner.

The next morning:

Murdock always wakes up earlier then the others so he can prepare breakfast for everyone. Always trying to be as silent as possible. But before he could concentrate on cooking he needed to check something. That something included a certain someone he hoped he could talk to and clear things up. So of course he went to the Captains deck first, because he was sure to find the man here. But to his surprise he only got greated by Cap „Pika...chuuu“ The Pokemon said while doing his icnonic arm crossing pose. „Oh Good Morning Cap you seem in good spirit today“ Murdock replied with a smile. „Hope you are hungry, because I'm gonna make plently for breakfast“ the cook said getting out an excited „Chuuu“ of the Cap. Murdock walked out of the room but instead of going straight back to the kitchen he had to see with his own two eyes. So he now stood before Friedes room slowly opening the door and there he was. Laying on his stomach, arms and legs streched out. Murdock was so relieved to find him sleeping in his own bed „I wonder if you did remembered?“ he softly whispered to himself to not wake up his friend while gently tucking Friede under his sheets. Before closing the door he once more looked back at the peaceful sleeping silhouette and just could smile at this sight.

As expected Friede didn't appeard for breakfast, that wasn't unusual when his friend was in charge of doing the night shift. So Murdock went to bring Friede his share like always when this was the case. He knocked on the other mans door and was about to open it after he didn't get a response to check if he still is sleeping. But to his surprise someone suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. Murdock just tried to balance himself and the tablet with the food while he heard the door closing behind him. Friede was standing there leaning on the door with his back. „G..Good morning Friede!“ the bigger man stuttered out, still a little confused what just happend. But Friede couldn't bring himslef to look Murdock into his eye, not yet. Murdock put the tablet on the little night stand to get it out of the way „Are you alright?“ The brown haired man didn't sounded mad anymore he just was worried „I'm sorry...“ Friede still looking on the floor „I'm sorry I stepped on your feelings and broke my promise...I'm really sorry I'm...“ In that moment Friede took all his courage to lift his head and face his friend properly. But before he could say anything else he felt two strong arms around him taking him into a tight hug „I'm so glad you did remember and took care of yourself“ The cook let out with a trembeling voice followed by softly sobbing. Friede couldn't hold back his own tears at this point and hugged his friend back „Thank you....thank you for always caring about me!“ the words just gushed out of the white haired man with a quivering voice.

A few minutes passed and Friede almost started to whine when loosing the warmth of Murdocks body, because his friend pulled back from the hug. But soon enough he knew why when he felt two big hands gently cupping his face in between. „You know I love you and would do anything for you“ Murdock said with still teary eyes and such an beautiful and angelic voice that Friede wasn't able to hold himself back and pulled the other man into a passionate kiss. He wished this moment would last forever but they got interrupted by his grwoling stomach. Friede was a little embarressed and his already pink cheeks became more redder in an instant. Murdock let out a heartful laugh „Seems like someone is hungry“ he teased „ I guess I could really use something to eat right now“ he answered a little flustered. „Then sit down and eat your breakfast“ the cook said while pointing on the night stand were he put the tablet filled with food earlier. Friede didn't waste time, jumped on his bed and happily started to stuff his face. Murdock just sat right next to him watching his friend enyoing his food, softly smiling.

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