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Margaret moments that make me tender
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NOTHINGâS GONNA HURT YOU, BABY.
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pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader
summary: lottie comforts you after a nightmare.
wc: baby fic 723 :(
tags: h/c (hurt/comfort), you live with lottie at sunshine honey, mommy!lottie sneak?!, lottie is super duper sweet to reader as always :3
title inspired by nothingâs gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex
âsomebodyâs ready for bed, i see,â lottie smiled as you slipped into bed, wearing your new pajama set she bought for you. you rested your head against her shoulder, covering your mouth as you yawned. âsuch a sleepy little one. you had a big day, didnât you?â
you and lottie and the rest of the adults went out for a nice friendly outing, staying out later than usual. going to ihop, and the fair, even driving out of your local area for a game of mini golf (that shauna suggested of course). you had so much fun, you wished you could redo the day all over again.
nodding, you snuggled into lottieâs pillow, feeling so warm and comfortable already under the white duvet. âarenât you going to work in your office?â
âjust for a bit. you think youâll still be awake when iâm back?â
ânuh-uh.â you slurred. lottie just chuckled, grabbing her laptop, her glasses and patted your leg. she slipped on one of her kaftans that was hanging up in the closet. âthatâs okay if you arenât, sweetheart. iâll be twenty minutes. tops.â she kissed you twice, once the nose and the lips before walking down the hall to her office.
the night got quieter and quieter at the compound, until nothing but the swaying of the trees from the wind was heard. you tried to wait up for lottie, so you put on a movie but unfortunately fell asleep within the first minutes.
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âplease, let her go, please! donât-â
âshut. up.â you heard a manâs voice behind you. he walked over to lottie, pushing her down to the floor. she grunted and sighed, looking back at you with a bloody lip. âitâs gonna be okay-â she was cut off by the man kicking her in the face. you screamed, trying to get out of the ropes that restrained you down to a chair. âstop! stop hurting her, please!â the man pulled his pistol out from the back of his jeans, pointing it at lottieâs head and cocking it back-
âbaby? baby, hey,â you were shaken away by lottie. when you were fully aware of where you were, you looked at her, she was completely unscathed, not even a single drop of blood from her lips. you didnât even realize you were crying until you felt lottieâs hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.
âi heard you shouting from down the hall, sweetheart. did you have a nightmare?â you nodded at the question, letting out a sob when you remembered the awful scenario. you rubbed your teary eyes against the fuzzy blanket you were swaddled in. âoh, little one,â she held out her arms for you.
âcâmere.â she helped you sit up, her hands under your arms. she pulled you into her chest, feeling your tears already soaking into her robe. she wrapped you up in the blanket tighter, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. âdo you mind telling me what happened in your nightmare, baby?â
âthere was a man, ân he was hurting you but i couldnât stop him, ând- and he was gonna shoot you, but i couldnât stop him because-â you sobbed and lottieâs heart broke, your words fast and jumbled, along with your hoarse voice.
âweâre safe, angel, okay? it mustâve felt real at the time, but itâs not. whatâs real is just me and you right now. heâs not gonna get us, i promise. mommyâs here, baby.â lottie brushed your fresh set of tears away, your cries making an abrupt stop at what lottie called herself. âthere you go. youâre okay, honey.â
you felt her pull away, but heard the bedside lamp click on soon after, lighting up the room. lottie knew you didnât like the dark that much, she just didnât want you to be more scared than you already were.
âiâm scared to go to sleep again.â you nuzzled closer to her, trying to fight the sleep you were scared to succumb to. âyou donât have to, sweetheart. you wanna walk down to the kitchen with me? mommyâll make you some tea, cocoa. anything you want, my baby.â
âcocoa.â you whispered, wiping your nose on your sleeve. lottie smiled, picking an eyelash off by the corner of your eye. âyeah? thereâs my little one. câmon,â she grabbed your hand, helping you out of bed.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#adult lottie#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews fluff#lottie matthews#lottie x reader#lottie yellowjackets
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Blanketed
[A sudden change in weather leaves Dew feeling ill.] Below the cut.
It starts with a general feeling of malaise, something Dew could easily blame on the weather; Thereâs a storm brewing above the abbey, but the dense clouds have yet to burst, leaving the air charged and...Â
Heavy.
He feels sluggish, like someone has tied weights to his... everything.
His joints are stiff, and he feels cold.
Colder than heâs felt in a long time, but the others are starting to look at him funny the more blankets he pulls from the basket beside the couch where heâs been sitting practically since he woke up that very morning.
He glares back at them, shivering, ready to snap with the headache building behind his eyes, but he doesnât have the energy to get up, let alone yell.
Aether finally stands up and presses the back of his hand to his forehead when he goes for a fifth layer, tutting under his breath before asking one of the others to grab the thermometer from the bathroom.
Dew narrows his eyes at him, but doesnât put up a fuss when Cumulus returns and holds it in front of his face.
With a huff, Dew opens his mouth and lets her stick the device under his tongue.
Now, itâs normal for Dew to run a little hot, he is a fire ghoul after all, but from the looks on his friendsâ faces when the thermometer beeps, he is, perhaps, a bit too hot even for him.
He doesnât hear the exact number, too busy tunneling back under the blankets, rolling over to face the back of the couch, but before he can settle in, he feels arms sliding underneath his frame and pulling him up.
He wriggles awkwardly and manages to poke his head free of the blankets, only to make eye contact with Swiss, whoâs cradling him against his chest and shoulder.
Dew makes an agitated, croaky noise at him and hisses.
âYou stop that.â the multi ghoul chastises, smacking his butt through the blankets, making a dull âthwapâ sound, âYou need a nap.â
His tail swishes irritably.
âYou need a nap.â he mocks, grumbling as Swiss bounces him slightly, trying to get a better grip on his body.
âYouâre full of a lot of piss and vinegar for someone whoâs basically swaddled up like a big olâ baby.â Swiss sighs, patting his back.
âI wouldnât have to be if it werenât so damned cold in here!â Dew whines, admittedly feeling a bit better now that Swiss is actively soothing him.
âBuddy...â
Dew groans.
âYouâre sweating like crazy, you know that, right?â Swiss asks, âIt canât be comfortable being wrapped up like this.â
Dew buries his face in Swissâ shoulder, mumbling to himself.
âWhatâs that?â
âI said this is bullshit!â Dew practically shouts in Swissâ ear, âIâm a fire ghoul! Iâm not supposed to get fevers- Call Satan, I wanna have words-â
Swiss snorts.
Fuckinâ snorts!
âItâs not fucking funny!â
Swiss resumes patting his back, âI know, I know, buddy... Just, it happens, people get sick.â
âI-â
âYes, even you.â
âI donât want to be sick.â Dew grumbles, âItâs stupid human bullshit.â
âSpoiler alert bubs, your body is a stupid human body.â Swiss says, âYou might be an ultra cool ghoul, but your vessel can still get sick.â
Dew groans again, propping his chin up on Swissâ shoulder, locking eyes with Aether.
âYou can fix this shit, right?â he asks, and Aether gives him a small smile, but shakes his head.
âI can ease the symptoms a bit, but if I canât âfixâ being sick, Dew.â Aether explains, âI could make you some soup though? You want some soup?â
Dew considers this for a moment.
â...Can I have those fish crackers with my soup?â
âOf course.â
â...Sick.â
#Lamp writes#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#swiss ghoul#ghost band#ghost bc#the band ghost#ghost band fanfic
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: a teeny bit of angst (resolved)
A/N: hi, loves! i will be changing updates to this to once a week because i would like to get my final other WIP out that has been sitting in my drive forever and i have graduation stuff. ALSO, i hit 400 followers!!! thank you thank you <3 here is the celebration!
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Chapter 32
âOkay, everyone ready?â Spencer asked.
âYep,â you smiled, grabbing Joâs hand, âJust let me get a picture first.â
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and faced it towards Spencer, âSmile!â
Spencer turned sideways so both babies would be visible in the photo. He was wearing one of those double baby carriers so Ophelia was strapped to his back while Ollie was up front.
You all walked out of the room and down to the parking garage while passing nurses and visitors would âawâ at the adorable family that had just practically doubled in size.
âHoney, can you put Jo in her booster seat in the middle first?â Spencer asked.
âYep, up you go, Baby J,â you helped her into her new booster seat.
On both sides of Jo were now two newborn baby car seats so she could keep the twins entertained on the car ride.
You unstrapped Ophelia from off of Spencerâs back and littered her with kisses, already missing her in your arms. You buckled her in securely as Spencer did the same to Ollie on the other side.
Spencer got in the driverâs side and you got in the passenger seat. You both turned around to look at all your little kids in the back row.
Spencer turned to look at you with a huge grin, âWeâre going to need a bigger car.â
âSpencer Reid, I am not driving a mini van,â you gave him a quick peck.
âFine, Iâll just have to steal one of the FBIâs many SUVs,â he joked.
Jo switched her attention between both babies during the car ride, giving you and Spencer a play-by-play of everything they did.
âOphelia is trying to squirm out of her blanket so Iâm tucking her back in,â she stated.
âThank you, Princess,â Spencer smiled, rubbing soft circles on your thigh as he drove.
âOllieâs little hat is almost falling off so I am going to put it back on.â
âThank you, baby, you are being such a good big sister,â you complimented her.
Once Spencer pulled into the driveway, Spencer grabbed Ollie and you grabbed Ophelia out of their respective seats.
âIâll come back for the bags in the back,â Spencer said as he walked up to open the front door.
âI wanna hold her please,â Jo made grabby hands up at you with Ophelia in your arms.
âYou can hold her when you are sitting, Baby J,â you assured her, patting her head.
Jo followed you up to the nursery, Spencerâs old bedroom. You had the cribs and other basics set up but you didnât decorate because you were hoping to be moving soon. You and Spencer put an offer down on the house near JJ and Willâs and were waiting to hear back.
âThe babies are going to take a nap right now and we are going to have lunch so say night night,â you lifted Jo up to give the babies a kiss before their nap.
Spencer placed Ollie in the crib with Ophelia, âI read up on co-bedding in one of the pediatric magazines at the hospital and if the twins are small enough, having them sleep together in the same crib can provide benefits including regulating body temperatures and sleep cycles, plus it soothes them.â
You and Jo gave the babies kisses and then you grabbed the baby monitor and switched it on.
âYou coming, love?â you placed your hand on Spencerâs shoulder.
âOne second,â he whispered, his eyes not leaving the two twins cuddled up together in one crib, âTheyâre just too perfect.â
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You awoke to find Spencer in the rocking chair in your room in between the two bassinets. You had their cribs set up in the nursery for naps but they would do most of their sleeping in here with you guys until they were a few months old.
âWhatâs wrong? Are they hungry again?â you whispered, rubbing your eyes as you sat up.
âNo, love. You can go back to bed. Ophelia was getting a little fussy which made Ollie fussy too but I think they just wanted some tummy time,â Spencer smiled softly as he had both the babies pressed to his chest.
âYou are the best dad ever,â you blew him a kiss before resting your head back on the pillow.
You were lulled back to sleep by the quaint creaking of the rocking chair and Spencerâs loving whispers to the babies.
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âWhereâs Daddy?â Jo asked as you served her a bowl of oatmeal.
âHeâs changing the twins. Heâll be down in a bit,â you assured her as you sat down across from her.
You watched Jo push around her oatmeal a little but not really eat any, looking up to the stairs frequently to see if her Daddy was coming down.
Spencer finally entered the kitchen with the twins, âLove, do you want to take Ollie?â
You opened your arms and accepted Ollie into your arms, âHi, my little one!â
âSorry it took so long. I was trying to get them properly swaddled but this princess right here was trying to escape,â Spencer grinned at the baby in front of him.
Jo pushed her still-full bowl of oatmeal towards the center of the table and scooched out of her chair, stomping slightly up the stairs.
When you heard her bedroom door close, you turned to Spencer with a disappointed look.
âSpencer, I know the twins are very exciting but you have to remember you have 3 kids, not 2. You hadnât even said good morning to her yet.â
âI was going to!â Spencer insisted.
âAnd you called Ophelia âPrincessâ. Thatâs your nickname for Jo,â you pointed out.
Spencer sighed, he hadnât even realized he had done that. He placed Ophelia in her bouncer seat and reheated Joâs oatmeal. He even placed blueberries on top in the shape of a smiley face before heading upstairs.
Spencer knocked gently on the door. His guilt increased tenfold when he heard the little sniffles coming from inside.
âJo, I know youâre mad at me and you have every right to be but may I please come in?â Spencer asked through the door.
He heard the sound of light footsteps and a teary-eyed Jo opened the door. Spencer immediately knelt to her level and set the bowl down on the floor.
âJo, I am so sorry I made you feel forgotten because I got too wrapped in trying to take care of the twins. I promise it will never happen again. You are my only Princess, Jo. Weâll give Ophelia a different nickname.â
âI forgive you, Daddy,â Jo hugged Spencer.
âAfter you finish breakfast, we can do whatever you want today, Princess,â Spencer smiled.
Jo beamed as she scooped a bite of oatmeal into her mouth.
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You knocked on Joâs bedroom door where you heard whispers and scuffling of footsteps.
âWhatâs the password?â you heard Jo announce in a deep voice.
You looked down at the construction paper invitation with lots of glitter glue that was slipped under your bedroom door.
âSunflower.â
The door opened, revealing a mini table with pillows all around it as seats. Joâs tea set that Penelope had gotten her was beautifully arranged on the table along with little finger sandwiches and cookies.
âOh my, how did I get so lucky to be invited to this exclusive tea party?â you smiled, âI know the invitation said âdress fancyâ so I hope this sundress is suitable.â
You gave Jo a little curtsy before entering. You had Ollie wrapped in a cloth baby bjorn around your front because he was taking a little nap but Ophelia was wide awake in your arms.
âYou look like a Queen, Mommy!â Jo did a little twirl for you in her ruffle dress with strawberries all over it.
âSo do you, my little Princess,â you smiled back.
Spencer was already seated on the floor in a full suit like he would wear to work. He shaved and slicked back his hair.
âAh, I see the King has already arrived,â you chuckled, bending down to give him a kiss.
âIndeed, my lovely wife. I brought the bouncers up for the babies to sit in,â Spencer informed you.
You placed Ophelia in hers but kept Ollie in the bjorn because you didnât want to disrupt his peaceful slumber.
Jo poured you all tea and Spencer added a little bit of sugar and honey to the tea cups.
âDo the babies want tea?â Jo asked, still holding her tea kettle.
âThe babies canât have tea just yet but thank you for offering,â you smiled, gently picking your cup up.
âPinkyâs up, Daddy!â Jo instructed.
It was rather comical to watch Spencer try to hold the tiny porcelain tea cup in his large hands.
âThe tea is absolutely exquisite, Princess Josephine. I believe I will have one of these gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to go with it,â you smiled.
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âIâm exhausted. Mommy needs a nap like the twins and Jo,â you chuckled as you fell back on the bed after putting the sleeping twins in their bassinets.
âAre you sure you donât need a shower first?â Spencer questioned.
You looked at him and quirked an eyebrow.
âWhat? You know what your sundresses do to me,â Spencer whined.
âI guess I have a little energy left,â you grinned, grabbing his hand as you tip-toed to the bathroom to not wake the twins.
A/N: another reason i need to push the updates back is because i am going camping next week (i wish spencer could protect me from any bears)!
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Hizashi Yamada x F! Reader.
(I donât own Hizashi. Horikoshi KĹhei does)
(A/N: I am so excited! This is my first time participating in the BNHarem server collab. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!))
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TW: Oral sex, bondage, sex talk, roommates, eavesdropping.
Word count: 4,361 words.
You just came home after a long shift at work and saw the red light outside your roommateâs recording studio, as he was on the air. You smiled softly and went to your bedroom to get changed out of your workâs uniform. You closed the door behind you after you got changed and you headed over to his recording studio. When you first moved in with the pro hero, you were curious as to what he did during his show. He let you into his studio one afternoon to show you around. You were amazed with all the buttons, lights and switches that were used to operate the studio. That afternoon during his recording session, he let you sit in and watch him work. He even let you help him pick a list of music to play. Since you had such a good taste in music, he decided to let you pick music for his shows. Today was one of those days. You knocked on the door to the studio before opening the door and slipping in and closing the door behind you. He looked in your direction before talking into the mic before switching it off and turning to face you.
âHey there, Y/N. Rough shift?â He asked as he noticed your tired expression. You nodded and went to sit on the couch he kept in the studio for himself or his friend Aizawa when he came over. Â You laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket over your body. You closed your eyes as you listened to your roommate continue on with his show. You eventually fell asleep on the couch as Hizashi finished up his show. His voiced always had a way to soothe you into slumber. He looked back in your direction after he turned the microphone off for the night and smiled. He left his recording studio and went to make himself a cup of tea. He went to the living room couch and sat down. He turned the T.V. on and watched a show. A few hours passed before you came out of his recording studio, sleepy and wrapped up in the blanket.
âHizashi? How long was I asleep?â You ask in a groggy voice.
âAbout two hours. Work mustâve worn you out.â He said looking over to you. He patted the seat next to him. You walked over and sat next to him
âWhat are you watching?â You asked.
âSome Spanish telenovela.â He said as he set his hand down, extremely close to your thigh.
âDo you even understand what is going on?â A familiar deep voice sounded from behind the couch. You turned to see your roommateâs friend and pro hero Shouta Aizawa approaching the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Having Shouta over was pretty normal since he and Hizashi were friends since high school
âCanât you see that one of the guys cheated on his wife? He was sneaking around with a different woman than the one he married. There was a big episode a few weeks ago where he got married to her. The poor girl⌠she deserves better.â The blonde said as his friend sat down on the other side of him and put the bowl between them.
âI see⌠What do you think is going on now?â Shouta asked as he turned his tired eyes to the screen.
âThe guy is sneaking around his wife while she is at home doing all the housework, paying the bills, and getting a hot dinner on the table right as he comes through the door. All the while he will âwork lateâ on the nights she wants to do something special because she wants to still be with him. The dude is cheating on you!â Hizashi said the last part a little louder as the girl was denying the fact that her husband could be cheating on her. You winced a little as you didnât expect the loud noise so suddenly. Hizashi looked over at you with an apologetic look in his emerald eyes.
âSorry about that, listener. Are you ok now?â He asked as he brushed back a stray strand of hair. This small gesture caused you to blush a bright shade of pink. You nodded in response and turned your eyes back to the show.
âThatâs not good. One of the girlâs brothers just pulled a gun on the cheating husband.â Shouta said as one of the characters was holding the husband at gunpoint. Hizashi looked at the screen and his eyes widened. He spoked up as he began to create a dialogue for the show.
âHow dare you sneak around with that tramp! You know my sister was good to you. Making dinner for you every night. You do not appreciate her!â Soon the sound of a gunshot sounded from the T.V. Â causing you to screech a little while you pressed into Hizashi. He again looked at you. He gently kissed your head and put an arm around you. Shouta looked over at the both of you and smiled softly.
âI should get going. I have an early morning.â The darker haired man said and stood up from the couch. Â He showed himself out while closing the door behind him. He only lived next door to the both of you. Once he was gone, Hizashi turned the T.V. off and turned to you.
âYou sure youâre ok? You let out a little shriek there when the gun sounded.â He said and rubbed your back.
âIâll be ok. It just startled me a bit.â You said looking into his eyes that were filled with concern.
âAs long as youâre ok.â He said, now looking down. Â You leaned forward, still swaddled in the blanket from the recording studio and kissed his cheek. This caught him off guard. He looked back at you.
âWhat was that for?â He asked.
âTo help you get your mind off worrying about me.â You said as you stood up, only to get pulled back down by his large piano hands.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He asked as a sly smirk spread across the heroâs lips.
âI was gonna go to bed. Still sleepy.â You responded as the blush on your face grew deeper by the moment. You laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
âIf youâre tired then go to bed. I wonât stop you.â He said as he resisted kissing you full on the lips right there. You groaned before positioning yourself in an upright position. He looked over and smiled softly at your cute form all swaddled up in the blanket. He pulled a little of the blanket back and kissed your cheek.
âGoodnight, Y/N. I have tomorrow morning off if you wanna hang out.â He said pulling away. You nodded and stood up. You proceeded to almost skip to your room in excitement. That night you could barely sleep a wink. Did Hizashi, the amazing Pro hero who had an amazing voice actually have a crush on you? You stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Then again, he did kiss you on the cheek, make sure you were ok after you jumped with the gunshot, and was genuinely worried about you the days you went straight to bed after work. After tossing and turning for hours you got up and went back out to the living room to find said roommate still watching the telenovela.
âHizashi Yamada, do you have a crush on me?â You asked as you stood in front of the T.V. His green eyes looked up at you after he paused the show.
âYes, I have feelings for you.â He said as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.
âFor how long have you liked me?â You asked. Your heart was in your throat as you waited for his answer.
âEver since you moved in.â He said, still making eye contact with you. You felt something tugging at you to move closer to him. You walked over and he reached his arms out to pull you into his lap.
âHas it really been that long?â You asked him. You had moved in a few months ago. You wished that he wouldâve said something sooner.
âYeah, it has been. I didnât know if you had a significant other or not. I found out when we went out for drinks with the other teachers and you were talking with Midnight. I overheard you telling her that you were single.â Â He responded. âI didnât want to step in if you already had a boyfriend.â His eyes stared back at yours deeply.
âThank you, Hizashi.â You told him. You really did love him but you didnât know how to say it.
âSo, do you like me like that or not?â He asked as his hands rested on your hips. You thought for a moment. Your face blushed deep red.
âI do like you⌠no⌠I love you.â You confessed while looking back at him. A blush grew on your face and a wide grin spread across the voice heroâs face. He hugged you tightly.
âI love you too, so much, princess.â He said smiling. He slid his hands up to cradle the base of your head. Â He pulled you into a gentle kiss. Â You melted into the kiss and put your arms around his neck. After pulling away for air, Hizashi pulled your legs around his waist and he stood up. Â
âYour room or mine?â He responded as he put his hair up in a bun. You thought for a moment.
âYours. Mineâs a mess right now as Iâm rearranging it.â You said looking down. He put a finger under your chin and lifted your head to make you look at him.
âThatâs ok. We can go to mine.â He said and carried you to his room. He opened the door and let you look around. There was a simple metal bed frame with a mattress on it. There was a desk and a dresser. On his desk was a small lamp, his laptop, some stacks of cds, and a decent set of speakers that were attached to the laptop. Next to the bed was a simple nightstand with another lamp and a phone charger. He set you down on his bed and kissed your head.
âYou get comfortable. Iâm gonna set up some music. Thereâs a box of toys and lube under the bed if you wanna pick stuff out.â He said as he sat down at the desk and turned his laptop on. You nodded while still blushing. Music began to fill the room as you leaned over and found a plain cardboard box. Â You pulled it out to find vibrators, cuffs, rope, a collar, and a funnel with a tube taped to it. You blushed and grabbed the rope. You laid back down with the rope next to you. Hizashi looked back at you.
âI see you picked the rope. Iâll be right back ok, listener?â He said before leaving the room. You laid flat on his bed. You rolled over to inhale the scent of leather, citrus, and cinnamon that was embedded into his sheets. You relaxed a bit. You couldnât believe that he⌠no the both of you were gonna do this. He came back into the room carrying a couple bottles of water. Â
âYou ok, babygirl? Did ya fall asleep?â He asked as he walked over and set the food on the nightstand. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked at him with a bright red face.
âSorry. I like the scent of your pillow.â You responded. He smiled.
âI brought some food we can use.â He told you. You looked at the nightstand. He was pulling out his box of condoms. You blushed hard and stared at them.
âI have some other ones in the bathroom.â He said as he looked at you.
âNo⌠I just wanna take it easy. This will be my first time in a while.â You told him. You tried to hide the fact that you were nervous, he could sense it though.
âHow about I tell you what Iâm going to do, each step, throughout the whole thing?â He asked as he kissed your head and stood up. Â You were about to speak when he pulled his shirt off to show his toned torso. He had various scars and a tattoo that went across his back, spreading over his shoulders. The tattoo looked like wings that covered his shoulders and went over his chest. You stared at the tattoo as it mesmerized you and caused you to drool a bit. He looked back and chuckled. He knew what he was doing by taking his shirt off.
âSo cute.â He thought as he sat across from you and stroked your cheek. You snapped out of your trance and looked away for a moment while your face turned beet red.
âYeah, that soundâs perfect.â You said as your eyes wandered down to his hands to see the tattoos on his fingers. They were bands of intricate patterns similar to rings. You smiled. He moved up and pulled your legs around his waist. He nuzzled your neck.
âYou smell so good, princess.â He told you before he kissed your neck. âHer scent is amazing. I canât get enough of it.â He thought to himself as he bit down on your neck which got a moan out of you. He smirked and licked your soft skin. You moaned into his neck.
âCan we sit up?â You asked. He pulled back and nodded. He sat up with you in his lap. You got settled and pressed into him. You took a deep breath and looked up at him, blushing hard, looking back down again. He smiled and patted your head. Â
âHow are we gonna go about this?â You asked him as you traced the feathers of his tattoo
âWell, the good thing to do is to have a safe word.â He said as he looked down at you. Â
âWhat should it be?â You asked him.
âHow about bass clef?â He suggested. You nodded and smiled.
âOk. I need you to take your clothes off.â He instructed as a sly grin spread across his face at the idea of finally being able to see those curves you kept hidden with your baggy clothes.
âHow far down do I need to strip?â You asked nervously. You hated the way your body looked. There was so much you would want to change with your body.
âAll of it,â He told you as he slid a hand under the hem of your shirt. âUnless you are hiding something that youâd not want me to see.â He told you in a firmer tone. You looked up at him still nervous.
âIâm not hiding anything.â You said even though you had stretch marks and chub on your body that you would have wanted to hide, you decided that he should be able to see it. Â He is your boyfriend now.
âThen strip. Show me that lovely body.â He instructed. He couldnât wait to see the obvious thick thighs, butt, and cute, yet soft tummy you had. You had shown it the few times you wore yoga pants around the apartment on your days off. You sat up with your back to him and pulled your shirt off. Â You had some acne on your back, stretch marks on the lower part of your back and hips, you also had some chub on your thighs and stomach. He smirked and pulled you closer to kiss your neck again. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist. He had you pressed into his chest.
âYou look amazing. Every part of you is amazing.â He told you as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. He peppered your neck with kisses. Â He was praising you. You loved the attention.
âWhatâs next?â You asked. He hummed and had you lean forward a bit so he could look at you.
âNow we are gonna continue taking your clothes off. Next is your bra.â He said as he looked at the garment and tugged playfully at the strap that ran over your shoulders. Â You nodded and he undid the hooks at the back and helped you pull it off. There were faint red lines indented into your skin. The blonde frowned and rubbed where the lines were with his fingers.
âDonât wear your braâs so tight. I donât like seeing the indents in your skin.â He said to you in your ear. You hummed and sighed.
âAlright.â You responded. He kissed your cheek and put his hands on the soft flesh of your stomach.
âSo soft. Her skin all over is so soft, dare I think itâs an addiction and Iâm hooked?â He thought as he hovered over her neck.
âWhatâs next?â Your voice broke his trance. He looked down at your pants and hummed deeply in his chest.
âNext is your pants. For this, Iâd like for you to lay down. But first, give me your wrists.â He instructed as he tugged at the fabric of your sweats.
âDo you want me to turn around or stay where I am?â You asked.
âStay where you are, princess.â He said as he reached for the black rope that you had picked out. You held your wrists out in front of you and he brought the rope in front of you. He leaned into you so he could see what he was doing. He tied your wrists up as he spoke to you softly.
âIs that too tight? Iâll loosen the rope so it doesnât hurt.â He adjusted the rope as needed until you were comfortable. He finished the tying with a nice bow. He smiled at his work and kissed your cheek.
âThere, all nicely tied up. Now, do you remember the safe word?â He asked as he slid you off his lap gently.
âYes. Itâs bass clef.â You recalled. Â
âGood job. Now, lay down on your back for me.â He said soothingly. He helped you lay down carefully so you wouldnât hit your head on his headboard. His eyes were fixed on yours. You looked so pretty laying there. He wanted to take this moment in and embed the picture of you in his memory. You whined a bit and shifted your hips. He noticed and looked at you.
âWhatâs wrong, princess?â He asked as he spread your legs so he could move between them. He was hovering dangerously close to your private area.
âNothing.â You said as you were clearly lying. He gripped your jaw and looked into your eyes.
âTell me now.â He told you in a firm tone.
âI want you so badly.â You just about moaned out. He smirked and kissed your stomach as it was the nearest thing to him. He made eye contact with you and moved to your hip. He bit into the soft flesh while he activated his quirk and hummed gently. You moaned quietly and shifted under him. He held your hips still. You huffed and stayed still.
âGood girl.â He told you. He smiled. You looked amazing, so pretty, so edible. Â
âIâm going to pull your pants and underwear off now.â He told you as he pulled your sweats and underwear down. By then you were already wet and soaking your underwear.
âMy, my, someoneâs aroused already~.â He mused. He put his fingers in his mouth to coat them in his saliva. He pulled them out and rubbed your clit. You moaned and shifted your hips under his firm grip impatiently. He smirked. âStay still. Youâll get your reward soon enough.â He told you and slid a finger into your wet entrance. This earned him a moan that sounded like sweet music to his ears. He smirked and pumped his fingers in and out of you. You managed to cover your mouth with your bound wrists. He stopped the stimulation that he was giving you and looked up at you.
âUncover your mouth.â He ordered. You hesitated and he pulled his fingers out a little bit. Â You whined and moved your hands down. He put his fingers back in.
âGood job.â He told you and began to eat you out. You moaned loudly. He activated his quirk which was like a built-in vibrator. This stimulation sent you to another planet. Your head was foggy and you let out a stream of moans that caused him to go faster and suck harder. He pulled his fingers out and slid his tongue in. You gasped and arched your back a bit. He stopped until you relaxed then resumed eating you out. You were loving this stimulation as it was a new experience for you and as you got to experience your roommateâs skilled mouth. He looked up at you and pulled away for air.
âHow are you feeling, princess?â He asked as he panted. You could only manage a moan. You nodded yes to tell him that you were ok.
âThatâs good, love.â He said as he went back to sucking and biting your lower region. He groaned and hummed louder against your dripping hole. You cried out his name and he growled against your private area.
âBeg for my cock, princess.â He said in a deep, lust filled voice. You blushed harder and made eye contact with the man. There was a lump in your throat before you let out a quiet moan. He put a cupped hand behind his ear.
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear you.â He spoke. You looked at him and spoke a bit louder.
âI want you to fill me up inside. I want you to fuck me senseless. Please. You have no idea how long Iâve waited for this.â You confessed while keeping eye contact with him.
âI am happy to hear that, princess.â He sat up and grabbed a condom from his nightstand and ripped it open with his teeth. You blushed and dared to look down at his pierced member. He slid the rubber protection over his erection and poked the head into your dripping entrance. You moaned out and gripped the sheets as you felt the balls of his Jacobâs ladder piercing pop gently into your wet heat. Â
âSo vocal tonight, I didnât know you were so needy~.â He hummed as he pulled one thigh around his waist and the other over his shoulder as he slid his full length into you. He grinned as you sucked in your breath and arched your back a little.
âYou like that? Take a moment to adjust.â He reassured you in a soothing tone as he ran a hand up and down your thigh to rest on your butt. You adjusted after a few moments and shifted your hips a little to tell him that you were ready. He smirked and began to thrust into you at a slow pace. He kissed the thigh over his shoulder and bit into the soft flesh while using his quirk. You whined more and bucked your hips. He smiled and sped up his thrusts.
âYou like that, donât you, princess?â He said and licked the tender flesh around the bite on your thigh. This earned him another sweet moan that he committed to his memory. He sped up a little more and went harder in his motions. You moaned a sweet symphony for him and he milked out every moment. He slowed his pace a bit which caused you to whimper.
âHizashiâŚâ You moaned weakly.
âWhatâs wrong, Princess? I can feel you tightening. It feels good doesnât it~?â He hummed. The Jacobâs ladder on the underside of his member felt amazing on the silken walls of your dripping heat. Â You moaned and clenched around his pierced member. He groaned, quickening his pace to speed up and bring the both of you closer to orgasming. He growled deep in his chest as his lips made contact with your thigh. He made your skin vibrate down to your core. This jolt of stimulation sent you over the edge and clamping down on his cock, releasing the knot of pleasure that had built up in the pit of your stomach. He pulled out of you and slid the used condom off, throwing it in the trash can. He reached across you and got one of the bottles of water and took the cap off. He sat you up and made sure you drank. âThere you go, drink up, princess. You did so good, Iâm so proud of you.â He told you as you gulped down the water and pulled away to nuzzle into him. He set the bottle down on the nightstand and reached for the unopened one for himself.
âYou were amazing, baby girl.â He praised you. He kissed your head and took a drink of water.
âYou tasted good too.â He said as he took the rope off your wrists and rubbed them with some lotion he had in the nightstand. You blushed a little and looked away from him. He smiled and laid out next to you. âIs there anything I can get you?â He asked. You were still trying to relax your heart as it was pumping heard from your climax. You steadied your breathing and looked to him.
âNothing. Iâm ok for now. Just tired. Is it ok if I sleep here with you?â You asked him. He nodded and kissed your temple.
âYou can sleep here any time, princess.â He said as he slid under the covers and pulled you under with him, holding you close. You pressed into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you like a blanket of protection. He rubbed your back as he hummed to lull you to sleep. You fell into the cozy warmth of sleep in the arms of your boyfriend.
Little did the both of you know, that on the other side of the wall, your neighbor, Shouta had been listening to the both of you and had jerked off to the sounds.
 The End?
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Iâd love a platonically blurb ab them applying to foster/adopt kids đĽş
i love you for this request but also it made me very soft and emo and how dare you
It ended up being a little less about them actually applying and more just them deciding they wanted to adopt or foster and discussing their options because i can't read but perhaps i could do an actual fic later about the process involved and them meeting their kid and stuff?? idk...dad ben makes me đĽşđĽşđĽş
Anyway, here's the second last blurb in my Platonically event!
Words: 1,683
Warnings: Nothing much really, discussions about children including pregnancy, adoption and fostering, a little mention of sex but nothing explicit.
âI wanna be a dad.â You werenât surprised to hear Ben say it. Youâd seen the signs. There was the way heâd befriended and doted on the adorable toddler whoâd played his daughter on a TV project. Every day heâd come home and his face would light up as he talked about her â how she babbled little kid nonsense at him all day and how theyâd played silly games sitting on the floor of the set while the cameras were set up around them. Youâd almost expected him to bring up the possibility of having kids then but heâd surprised you and not mentioned it. You could tell he was thinking about it though which made you think about it too. It made sense to at least discuss it and see where you both stood now that youâd been in the QPR for a while and knew that it worked and that you made a good team. You asked about it one night while you were washing the dishes and Ben was drying them. âDo you ever think about kids? Like having one?â âYeah, sometimes,â he said, bumping your shoulder gently with his, but the conversation didnât go any further than that.
It wasnât until about three months later that you heard him say it. It took one of his mates having a baby with his wife for Ben to bring it up. Youâd gone over a couple of weeks after they left the hospital, gifts in hand (a cute little spotty onesie and soft toy elephant that he hopefully wouldn't grow out of as quickly as he would his clothes). It was a lovely afternoon, catching up with the new parents and meeting brand new baby Bertie who just stared at everyone who cooed over him. You each had a turn holding Bertie too, marvelling at how anything could have such tiny hands and such big brown eyes. Ben happened to be handed the bundle of blankets that Bertie was swaddled in as the baby began to fall asleep. He didnât mind though. When the new father asked if he should take Bertie and put him in his crib Ben waved him off. He said he didnât mind sitting there a little longer to make sure Bertie really had dropped off. The parents didnât argue, a little relieved that they were able to take a break and just relax. Both of them excused themselves for a moment to get some more food and use the bathroom which left you and Ben and the sleeping Bertie alone together. Quietly you stepped towards the armchair Ben was in, sitting on the arm so you could run your fingers through his hair. âI wanna be a dad.â Ben glanced up at you as he said it, and you could see how much he meant it. âLetâs talk about it tonight,â you reached out to stroke Bertieâs pudgy cheek as Ben lent his head against your side, his attention turning back to the baby.
Neither of you mentioned it on the drive home. In fact you both specifically avoided mentioning it, though not from fear of what might be said but rather just wanting to make sure you had adequate time to go over it without rushing. Once you were inside, shoes kicked off and the kettle on, you opened the discussion. âSo....a baby?â Ben nodded, as he settled into the couch, body angled towards you, âIâve been thinking about it for a bit, itâs not just because of this afternoon but that did help. I really want kids and I think Iâm at a place where I feel ready to. Is that...is that okay?â âItâs wonderful Ben. Honestly, Iâve kinda been waiting for this conversation for a while. Iâve seen you interact with kids and I knew it wouldnât be long before you wanted your own.â He laughed and inclined his head in amused agreement, âSo does that mean you like the idea?â âYeah I do.â âReally? Just that I know you werenât really sure about it when we first decided to be partners.â âI might notâve been then, but I am now.â âWhat changed?â âWell...you, obviously.â âMe?â He seemed surprised. âLook, before we got together I couldnât imagine being in a relationship that didnât make me feel at least a little uncomfortable. I figured Iâd be single forever and I was okay with that. Iâd considered just having a kid on my own â sperm donor or whatever â but that seemed like a really hard thing to do and I wasnât sure Iâd ever want it bad enough to do that. But then you showed me that it was possible to be in a partnership that felt good and, I donât know, I started thinking about the possibility of having a family with you, and the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea.â Ben smiled as if he was trying not to look as pleased with your answer as he felt, âSo weâre doing this then? For real?â âYeah I think so. Weird.â âBit weird.â There was a pause as you both just sat with the knowledge that you were planning a future together, that you both wanted to go ahead with it. You never would have guessed youâd get to that point with anyone.
Ben was the one to break the moment, âHow would you want to...I mean how should we...How do you feel about being pregnant?â You bit your lip in thought, âIâm not sure. Honestly, it still kinda freaks me out.â âThatâs understandable.â âI mean, if it was a dealbreaker for you then I would. Iâm not entirely against the idea of carrying our baby and it would mean weâd get to do the fun part of making it.â âWe do the fun part a lot as is,â Ben laughed, âBut itâs actually something I thought about a lot.â âThe fun part? That doesnât surprise me.â âNo, the you being preggers part,â he said exasperatedly, âI knew you werenât super keen on the whole thing so I got thinking about whether or not it really mattered to me and I donât think it does. I think I could be just as happy with a kid that came from someone else. And,â he paused as if giving you time to prepare for what he was about to say, âI might have looked into our options for adopting or fostering.â âYou did?â âMmhmm. Itâs kinda complicated so we shouldnât rush into anything and we should probably contact some agencies to ask questions and stuff.â âHow complicated are we talking?â âWell, basically, if we want to adopt I think we have to put our names down with an agency and then thereâs an interview process and if they think weâre suitable candidates then theyâll put our names in the system and find us a kid. And I guess it depends on the age bracket youâre looking for. I think if we wanted a newborn weâd be more likely to get one through adoption but it might still take a while whereas older kids are a little easier to find, so thatâs something we need to consider.â âWhat about fostering?â âIt sounds even more complicated. Like adoption you put your name down and go through an evaluation process but then thereâs a few different options. Thereâs short term fostering where weâd look after kids for a couple of weeks or months while plans for their futures are finalised. Then thereâs long term fostering which is usually for kids who canât go back home but donât want to be adopted out of their birth families and they mostly stay with you until theyâre adults. Emergency fostering is another option which is a few nights or weeks at most but itâs for kids who need to be moved quickly and you donât always get a lot of warning about them coming to you. And like, thereâs possibilities to end up adopting the kid or kids you foster depending on what they want and how it goes.â You puffed your cheeks up with air and slowly blew it out, head swimming with the sudden influx of information, âThat does sound complicated.â âYeah. Weâll really have to consider out options and decide what sort of family we want to have. I think reading about adoption and fostering made me want to do it more though. Cause like...â he paused as he tried to find the right words, âThese kids are out there without good homes and I really believe we could give them that.â You noted Ben was getting a little misty eyed, blinking more rapidly to hold back the emotion, so you tried to make him laugh by nudging him and calling him a sap. But you loved seeing how much he cared. It worked a little as he chuckled softly and shrugged, âLook, either way â adopting or fostering â it's probably not going to be easy. Thereâs challenges involved in fostering for sure â kids with trauma we wonât be able to understand, kids who are grieving the loss of their birth families or whoâve had bad experiences with other foster carers and who struggle to trust anyone. And the kids who are up for adoption might not have the same problems, especially if theyâre younger but, I donât know, I think finding out you were put up for adoption would leave its own scars. Issues with abandonment and things like that. So I think we have to be really, really sure before we put our names down anywhere. But I also think we could properly help someone doing it, maybe more than one someone. So, if youâre up for it then so am I.â âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â âWhat are you thinking?â More pros and cons lists?â You both
laughed at that but Ben grabbed your arm, encouraging you to leave your seat and sit on his lap instead. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tilted his head up for a kiss which you gladly gave. âIâm really happy weâre talking about this,â He almost whispered, squeezing you a little tighter. âMe too. I guess we should start by going through all our options and seeing which ones would suit us best.â "I've got some websites bookmarked and a few documents downloaded so why don't I go get my laptop and you make us a drink and we'll start working through it, okay?" "Okay,"
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Let It Snow.
PAIRING: Reader x Bucky
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
WARNINGS:Â A little tiny bit of angst if you squint but mostly fluff, and Bucy hating the cold.Â
A/N: This is for @arawynnâ âs Festive Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge! There are still lots of prompts and scenarios left if anyone is interested you should defiantly check it out! My prompt was âEverything is ready for an afternoon in front of the fireplaceâ And a big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnesâ and @abovethesmokestacksâ for beta reading and pointing out things I missed! Would be lost without those girls! I hope you all enjoy and it puts you in the Christmas mood xÂ
Gif, not mine.Â
The cold seeps in slow and undetectable at first, the falling leaves are the first clue. Crunching crisp leaves turn into sludge. One wrong misstep could send your ankle rolling unnaturally and your heart rate skyrocketing. The cold nips at your nose and cheeks, it makes you shudder stepping out into the elements, large coats and woollen hats appear in the streets as people move more quickly, desperate to find a place of warmth. Then suddenly, all at once. The snows arrive and the world is bathed in a pristine white glow that brings the promise of YuleTide and once again Bucky is reminded how much he hates the cold.
Sam rips into him, howling at how such an imposing man could look like a petulant child swaddled in jumpers and scarves that cover the bottom half of his face his ice blue eyes rivalling the icicles that shine in the low morning sunlight. He tries to hide his discomfort from you, but you can see right through him.
You notice the way he favours his left shoulder in the mornings, the cold stabbing at the torn and reassembled muscle to steel. Not even Shuriâs genius with vibranium can fix seventy years of damaging scar tissue, you know it will be something Bucky will carry with him always. Just like how the cold brings back flashes of old memories, a fast-moving train. Steve screaming, cold sterilised rooms Hydra kept him in during his years of âserviceâ. The memories don't keep him awake at night like they used to, but the cold always brings them back, how ironic that the Winter Soldier despises the very season heâs named after.
On this particular day morning arrives as usual, sunrise bathing the room in soft pink and orange hues. It catches the dust particles floating through the air before disappearing into the shadows, you smile softly, snuggling into the large heat source next to you. Tilting your chin upwards, you watch the sleeping man. There was a time youâd be the one waking up to him looking down at you, ice blue eyes crinkling at the edges as he gives you a soft smile only reserved for you. Itâs a smile that sends a thousand fireflies bursting in your chest.
Heâs on his back, one arm curled around your waist, the black vibranium tucked under his pillow beneath his head. His plump lips opened slightly, heâs relaxed. Open and vulnerable in your presence, it makes you reach out to trace the curve of his nose. The light touch makes him follow you, turning his head towards your smiling face.
âGood morning handsome.â
âMorning, sugar.â
Soft kisses press against your palm and wrist, sleeping snuffling noises akin to a puppy fall from his lips make you chuckle.
âYou got that meeting in an hour.â you remind him gently, your fingers finding home against his skull. You scratch against it lightly as Bucky starts purring in earnest.
âBut itâs nice and warm here, donât wanna get up. Too cold.â To prove a point he tucks his toes behind your calves. The freezing offending toes in question make you squeak, donkey kicking back in retaliation you try and wiggle your way out of his grip. Bucky pouts grabbing at you gently.
âWhy are you running from me, pretty girl, you wanna break this old manâs heart?â
You roll your eyes shifting quickly to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him soundly on the lips. âIâd never dream of it, but Sam might break something if youâre late again. Youâre debriefing Peter and Carol remember,â you try not to grin at Bucky's expense as he groans pulling a pillow over his face.
âCome on, the sooner you get up, the sooner you can come back to the fun activity Iâve got planned for us.â You watch as the pillow is flung off his head, hands instantly on your hips as he gazes up at you through thick black lashes.
âPretty sure we already did a fun activity last night⌠twice.â Despite fully remembering said fun activity, his words still manage to make you blush as you slap his hands off your hips springing off him with as much grace you can muster at eight in the morning.
âUp and at 'em, Sarge, the day is dawning.â You wander into the bathroom away from Bucky's soft groaning, the cold already settling in his bones.
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Bucky often wonders what his life would have been like if he never fell off that damn train. If he made it back home after the war if Steve never crashed the plane into the glacier. Would they have settled back in Brooklyn, would he have found a pretty dame that could have handled all the trauma he had gone through. Probably not, he doesnât like to think about that too much. Because that world didnât have you, or the small apartment you both shared in Brooklyn (at least the idea of settling in Brooklyn still stuck, just like the damn snow under his boots) The white offensive substance crunched merrily underfoot as he stomped up the steps to the apartment building. The cold he felt this morning still clung to his insides like frost, he still didnât feel any warmer as he trundled into the lobby of the building. Stomping and shaking the snow off him like a dog, hair hanging limply against his cheeks, he really needed to start wearing that beanie you got him last week. Going through the mundane checklist of opening the mailbox, he relishes in the normality. Especially after reprimanding two superhumans about how-
âJust because youâre indestructible and can shoot webs out of god knows where you can not Instagram live a mission.â
With a handful of what he assumes is more Christmas cards, he thumps heavily up the stairs, no doubt to the irritation of Ms Jenkins on the second floor. Miserable woman, Bucky couldnât recall a time where he has seen her smile. Â
âI'm home,â he calls through the familiar space as he shoulder opens the door, instant warmth floods through his damp coat, his skin tingling sharply.
Shrugging off the offending damn coat, he hangs it by your bright red one, the woollen material a bright contrast to his black. He smiles as he recalls your comment as you pull it out from the depths of your wardrobe.
âRed is such a festive colour! Everyone should have a Christmas coat, James, it should be the law.â
âI swear thatâs the last time Iâm letting Sam put Danvers and the Parker kid on missions again. They cause more havoc than they stop, I swear toâŚâ
The words die on his throat faster than the Central Park lake freezing over in January. The living room, which had looked relatively normal this morning, was now what can only be described as an explosion of Christmas. Fairy lights strung along each wall and shelving. Small ornaments stood proud on the mantle, the familiar sight of the pine tree towered in the corner of the room like a festive sentinel standing guard looking over the room, but what makes Bucky's heart simultaneously melt and expand is the pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the room. His eyes gaze around the room till he finds you, stood by the tree, fuzzy socks on your feet as you push the sleeves of his grey hoodie up your arms.
âHelp a girl will you, Sarge?â The grin that spreads across your lips is slow and sweet like molasses. Innocently holding out the glistening star towards him, Bucky toes off his boots and strides towards you, curling the black and gold arm around you as he takes the star gently out of your hand.
âYou going to let me do the honours, sweetheart?â
âWouldnât feel like Christmas if you didnât.â
He feels your wrap your arms around his waist as he leans upwards to place the twinkling star atop the tree, warm hands slide under his shirt, leaving a burning trail against his skin that shoots down to the very nucleus of his cells.
âPerfect,â you whisper into his shoulder as you both stand back looking at the tree, your hands rub small circles on his lower back as you feel him drop his lips to the top of your head.
âYou really are.â
âI was talking about the tree, you old sap.â You poke his side for good measure only to be pulled back into his embrace.
âWell, everythingâs ready for an afternoon in front of the fireplace. Go get changed then meet me back here.â You give his ass a light tap as you push him gently towards your bedroom.
âAlright, alright, woman, canât a man enjoy holding his sweetheart in his arms for a few moments?â
You knew his words were empty, especially with the bright grin radiating from him. With a spring in his step, he makes quick work of changing into the soft grey sweatpants and red sweatshirt laid out on the bed. Eager to be back in your arms and under the soft blankets, the cold winds whipping against the windows, but Bucky canât find a reason to pay them any mind. Not when youâre sitting pretty in front of the fire, two steaming cups in each hand, no doubt with Itâs A Wonderful Life queued up on the tv. He doesnât think of the seventy years spent cold, alone and in pain. Heâd walk through the worst blizzard till his toes were purple and his nose frostbitten to hell if it meant you would be at the end waiting for him, with all the warmth in the world to thaw him out, calling him back home.
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Chapter 16: The Hidden Race
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âOkay okay,â Nick cleared his throat, shimmying his shoulders before taking Callieâs small hands in his and leaning forward to press their foreheads together.
Donât laugh, donât laugh, donât laugh- but as soon as he caught sight of the grin she fought, he was following it with a loud snort and a barely contained smile.
âI canât do it,â he whined while pressing his face into his palms. âYou keep making faces,â
âIâm not making anything, itâs just my face!â Callie defended.
âIt looks funny!â
Her eyes narrowed. âMy face is funny looking?â
âYeah cuz you keep making faces,â
âMight I suggest,â the photographer interjected, raising his hand. âWe try a different position?â
The couple looked at him, Callieâs global stomach in Nickâs hands where she was perched in his lap before the silky backdrop that had been set up in their living room for the maternity photos they all had been struggling through the past hour.
âDoes he have to keep looking at my funny face?â Callie mouthed off, ignoring the roll of Nickâs eyes.
âNope!â the young man stood with his impressive camera in hand, smoothing down his slacks.
She looked to Nick skeptically who in turn appeared willing, and he carefully hoisted her up once she slid back from his lap.
âThis is better,â Nick spoke against her stomach, his arm hung loosely over her side and their thighs stacked as the photographer fluffed the plush comforter around the pair.
Callie wiggled this way and that, asking Nick to stuff part of the blanket under her for support when his other arm alone didnât offer enough. Finally they punched enough pillows into submission and layered enough blankets for the sunlight coming through the window to cast over them beautifully in the late afternoon.
âOkay, yâall ready?â the young man asked as he ascended a ladder, secretly pleased with himself for setting up such a picturesque moment so hastily.
âReady,â Callie exhaled with a final wiggle deeper into the bedding.
His hold on the camera adjusted as he peered through the viewfinder, twisting the lens delicately. âOkay Nick, letâs have you put your hand back on her thigh?â
Nick listened, the vibrant red of the roses across her hip and thigh striking against his dark, mottled skin.
âAnd Callie, your hand over your stomach?â
Just as sheâd done so, Nick pressed a secret, tender kiss to the top of her stomach when Leo nudged, lost in the moment and forgetful of the camera looming overhead.
âJust like that, donât move!â the photographer instructed, squinting through the viewfinder and his camera clicking rapidly in a flurry of shots.
The arm under his head shifted, and Nick purred when her hand stroked the back of his head, craning his neck back to press his head under her chin.
âYou two are very photogenic,â
Nick scoffed. âYou mean sheâs photogenic,â
âYou have a very nice side profile,â he emphasized, curled over the ladder to take advantage of more extreme angles.
Callie caught the beginnings of a blush, tapping his carved cheek until he chuffed. âI told you you were pretty,â she whispered.
The flat glare she met once he looked up stirred a giggle, but he maneuvered his head back down in time for the photographer to take another round of pictures, directing their hands and even managing to get one of them looking at each other before the giggle fits returned.
âAlright, give it about two weeks and Iâll call when theyâre ready.â The young man smiled, handing over the receipt and business card to Nick as he was walked to the front door.
Callie gave her most convincing smile until the door was closed, and then her arms dropped, a deep breath falling past her lips as she waddled to the couch. In record time the tights sheâd slipped on to remain presentable after the shoot had finished were pushed down her legs, then the tanktop that felt like spanx against her hot skin was tossed off to leave her in the bralette and panties, and remembered this time to flip on the ceiling fan before lowering herself slowly into the couch, her body melting into the cushions.
Nick came back around to spot her taking in deep breaths and exhaling slowly, her eyes slid shut and brows furrowed in discomfort.
âCramps?â he leaned on his hands against the armrest to gaze down at her.
âHot flash and angry kicks,â she groaned, looking at him through one eye she could barely manage to keep open.
âWant the AC on?â
âNooo,â she lamented. âEven with it on they still suck,â
Nick squatted beside the arm rest, his chin atop his folded arm while one of his wide palms rested where Leo shoved, keeping his amused smile at bay while she so clearly struggled through the discomforts of late pregnancy.
âAre you gonna be okay?â he asked in concern.
âOh yeah. My ass is staying planted here the better part of the day,â Callie grinned, wincing when Leo tried standing. âCome talk to your son so he stops punishing me,â she groaned, arching back into the cushions.
Nick eagerly crawled around the couch and kneeled between her thighs although she protested against the heat of his body, pressing his cheek to her round stomach.
âLeonardo Makar, you listen,â he started, a solid kick pushing against his chin. âYou donât have much longer until you can come out and stretch those legs, but you need to take it easy on your mama. Youâre gonna end up bursting from her stomach like an alien if you keep it up,â
âThatâs horrifying,â she chuckled.
âJust a little bit longer mausan boausan,â he kissed, rubbing his cheek there.
âAnd then you can carry him,â
âIâll never put him down,â
âUntil your arms get tired,â she giggled. With his arms wrapped securely around her waist and gazing up at her big caramel eyes with his chin atop her stomach, it gave her the chance to canvas the deep tiredness in his eyes, and how they started to slide shut when she dragged her nails across his scalp.
âTheyâre getting worse,â she mumbled, but he only shook his head.
âTheyâre just back is all,â he corrected.
âYou know you can talk to me about them, so theyâre not stuck up here,â she tapped his temple.
âNo. I donât want to talk about them,â he groaned, hiding his face.
âYou wake up screaming, baby,â
âAnd then I see you and Iâm fine,â
âNick,â
He reluctantly looked up again, knowing there was no escaping when she held his face, but why would he want to when her thumbs stroking under his eyes was so lulling?
âTalk to me,â she begged quietly.
He barely shook his head. âYou donât wanna know what I dream about,â
âI do if it means some piece of mind for you,â
He shrugged before standing. âIâm okay. I have more important things to worry about,â
âLike what?â
âLearning how to swaddle,â he grinned cheekily before walking into their room, leaving her to stretch across the couch with a defeated sigh.
The terrors that gripped him in his sleep had worsened since the time theyâd first developed, but his refusal to seek any more help after what he called âuseless therapyâ and sleeping medication that drowned him enough to slumber through a few morning alarms was the battle that needed to be fought first. There wasnât any use scheduling appointments or showing the options until he was actually willing.
âNick! Nick!â she tried screaming over his roars, his thrashing arms flinging into her stomach and chest as she fought to still him. A hard blow landed against her cheek sent her back into the sheets, tears springing to her eyes when the throbbing started to crawl across her face. She kicked back from him when his legs thrashed, but this couldnât go on.
One of his wild kicks came deathly close to her stomach, but when heâd twisted onto side, she dared the chance to throw herself over him and sit over his stomach.
âNick!â she yelled, grabbing for his face, but his sharp teeth grazed her palm, slicing easily through her skin. Callie flinched back, blood already pooling in her grasp, but she bit back the anxiousness firing to every end of her body to raise her unscathed hand and swing it against his cheek.
Nickâs eyes flew open, the last of a forlorn holler choked down as he acclimated to his surroundings.
His wide, reflective eyes bounced around in the dark until they landed on her above, the pair panting, dazed, and trembling.
He gazed up at her past the hair tousled before her face, about to ask what had happened, when he tasted the blood on his teeth. He flinched back from his own fingers once he touched his lips, looking back to her frantically.
âWhat did I do?â he breathed, sliding from beneath her.
âItâs okay-â
âShow me,â he demanded, reaching to turn on the lamp. She angled her chin down to hide her cheek that was still ringing, but Nick had already seen the deep red that would bleed purple and green soon enough. He angled her jaw, his face sorrowing.
âWhat did I-â he gasped, the fresh spice of her blood bringing him to her palm.
âItâs not as bad as it looks,â she pulled her bloody hand back, but his tired eyes were brimming with hot tears and unspoken apologies, his ragged breaths quickening.
âIâm- Iâm so sorry,â he hiccuped, grabbing the sheet to press against her hand. âIâm so so sorry-â
âIt wasnât your fault,â she had his face again, her brows lined with determination, and although the pain was creeping into her eye, their gazes locked. following his head when he tried looking away in shame.
Nickâs head shook the farther it dropped, his shoulders shaking.
âBaby itâs okay,â she implored, trying to sit him upright, but he was already sobbing silently.
Callie surrounded his wide shoulders as best she could, echoing to him that all was well, but he was too far gone in his own guilt, not to mention the vivid nightmares still playing on loop in his mind.
Nick had lost himself in the memory as he stared at the disheveled bed; embarrassment was what reigned supreme over him now, but if he thought on it long enough, the guilt could blind him.
Callie was right, something needed to be done before it was Leo he ended up swinging into, but Nick couldnât bring himself to even whisper the horrible images that played before him as he slumbered. He felt if he spoke of them and the way they made his stomach roil at just the mention of them, it would give them greater strength, if that was even possible.
âGet your foot out of there!â he heard Callie lament, and a grin cracked across his face.
Maybe Leo would be the solution, he pondered as he pulled on his shoes.
With the troubling thoughts pushed to the back of his mind to deal with another time, he came out into the living room again to find her moving objects across the kitchen bar around, but this had been the third time this week sheâd found a new way to arrange the cups that held their pens and loose change, and now incense burners were perched at each end.
Nick watched over her shoulder as he grabbed his keys from the hook, his brows perking up when she placed her hands on her hips with a low puff and turned to look up at him.
âRestless?â
âIâm losing my mind, honestly,â she started swaying side to side when Leo spun. âAnd he keeps kicking me in the ribs,â she whined, pushing down on her stomach.
âWe should set up the glider so you can relax while you rock him,â
âI was gonna call your mom to ask if sheâd come help me with that today, actually,â
Nickâs ears twitched, his lips pulling into a straight line. âDonât mention the house hunting,â
âYou havenât told her yet?â Callie griped, and he shook his head stiffly. âDo you not want to anymore?â
âNo I do, but itâs a long stressful process and Iâm just-â
âTired all the time?â she interjected, lightly smacking his side when he lolled his head back to avoid her perceptive eyes. When she waited stubbornly, he looked down to her, eventually nodding.
âGimmee a kiss,â she desired, stood on her tippy-toes to meet him halfway once dipping down to capture her mouth. She moaned appreciatively when he placed small repetitive pecks there, holding her small face and chuckling when her eyes fluttered drowsily.
âI gotta go,â he groused, resting a firm kiss on her cheek. âI love you,â
âYou canât avoid the topic forever,â she fought, but received a playful chuff in return, stepping towards the door with a final graze across her stomach.
He knew, and took her pleas seriously, but staring at her cheek that was bruised beneath the cover-up caused a wide stir of emotions he couldnât take to work that day.
âIâll figure something out, okay?â he tried reassuring, but her nod was still stiff, her mein anxious.
âBe safe,â she pouted, stirring a grin from Nick.
âAlways am.â With that he left, leaving Callie to waddle back to the couch for a quick nap as he loaded into his truck.
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It wasnât until he was walking through the back doors of the precinct did Nick realize that his bag was much lighter than usual because heâd forgotten the lunch Callie had packed for him, and when he turned down the hall towards the lockers his shoulder clipped the wall, further aggravating his already testy state of mind.
It was only the early afternoon and his sleep deprivation was catching up to him, his hands clumsily punching the buttons for an energy drink at the vending machine outside the lockers. The human ones were tame compared to the Orkish selection they conveniently never refilled, but it was the best he had to hopefully keep him going the rest of the day.
The drink was thrown back in a few mighty gulps, the can crushed in his fist before tossing it away as he wound his way through the lockers until coming up on Sergey who was already half dressed in his uniform.
âLagging it today old man,â he teased, removing the ring gauges from his ears to fit the solid ones in.
âShut up,â Nick yawned.
Sergey glanced over while Nick sluggishly pulled his pullover off. His brows curled in curiosity.
âAlready feeling the sleepless nights before Leo is here?â
Nick eyed him; should I tell him? âGettinâ it in before he gets here,â he smirked sleepily.
That was a lie. His exhaustion had all but muted his sex drive.
âYou hound,â Sergeyâs nose scrunched, his own smirk playing. Although Nicks excuse was false, Sergey and Dura were in fact squeezing in as much time as possible before Mariak was born, which wasnât much farther than Leoâs own due date.
âHey Jakoby,â
Nick turned mid pull of his undershirt down his body to find Tuvets, a heavyset officer heâd not really interacted with much waddling towards him, his uniform unbuttoned and beer belly hanging over his belt. He withheld a shudder; gotta cut back on the drinking.
âYou handing these out?â Tuvets smiled, a bit winded. Handed over was the baby shower invites Nick had been passing around very choosingly, so the fact he had one was unsettling. Never did he think to give him one.
âWhy do you have this?â Nick questioned, placing it in his locker despite the officer keeping his palm up for itâs return.
âAhh, I saw it in Camposâs locker and took a look,â he laughed, waving off the invasion of privacy that Nick clearly disliked. âBeing a little stingy with those invites, arenât ya?â
Nick growled below his breath. âI donât talk to many people here,â he decided to go with, flatly that was. He even kept his face in his locker to show how little he wanted to interact, but these kinds of people just didnât understand social cues.
âMaybe if you tried talking to other people besides the string-bean once in a while,â
âFuck you, Tuvets,â Sergey called from behind, flattening the velcro of his vest along his sides.
âAh take a chill pill,â he waved him off. âIâm just saying, people think youâre a little⌠snobby the way you donât try tâtalk to anyone,â he went on, leaning closer despite Nick reclining.
âOh thatâs it?â Nick replied sarcastically.
âSee like that! Try smiling once in a while too,â he beamed, his stained teeth making his stomach roil, not to mention the permanent beer breath many others leaned far away from if they were unlucky enough to be pinned by an unwanted conversation.
Nick chose not to answer, instead just nodding and going about buttoning up his shirt.
He knew Tuvets was lingering, but didnât know why. He hoped if he stayed silent heâd finally get the hint and waddle off, but when the round man leaned back against the lockers, Nick dreaded knowing it meant he still wanted to talk.
âHey uh⌠can I ask you something?â
There it is. âHm?â Nick mumbled. Maybe if I ignored him heâd leave...
Tuvets glanced around them, leaning farther in. âWhyâd you choose a human?â
Both his ears and eyes flickered in confusion. âWhat?â
âI mean, why didnât you⌠yâknow,â he rocked his hips. âWith an Orc instead of a human?â
âHow is that any of your business?â Nick snapped, his voice rising.
âItâs not, itâs just something most of us canât figure out,â he tried to act innocent, but Nick knew it was either a weird kink of his or more bigoted nature coming forth. âI donât mean anything offensive. Just canât figure out why you didnât stick with Orcs,â
âI donât know- when you met your wife did you consciously tell yourself you only wanted human?â Nick retorted.
âWell no but-â
âNo buts. Itâs the same thing,â he made his tone final, his hardened expression hopefully conveying that he wanted nothing more to do with this conversation as he turned back to his locker.
The small breath of silence nearly convinced Nick that heâd gotten the point and would wander away, that was until he spoke again.
âBut you had to have known having a halfling was wrong,â
Even Sergeyâs head snapped to attention when that floated through the locker room, but Nick was already fuming, his pupils pin-sized and back straightening as a more combative side started to cloak over him.
âWhat the fuck does that mean?â he growled, his voice rippling.
Tuvets side-stepped uncomfortably. âItâs just something that you donât do, you know? Theyâre not appropriate-â
âBut pale faces can fuck their cousins and siblings?â Nick boomed.
âThatâs a far leap-â
âFarther than spitting shit that has no evidence to back it up?â Nick snarled, angrily stepping towards him.
âForget it Nick, câmon-â Sergey tried pulling him back, but he pulled his burly arms from his grip roughly.
âJakoby chill, Iâm sure your halfling will be fine-â
âHis name is Leo!â Nick shouted, right in Tuvetsâs face now who flinched away from the thundering voice and sharp teeth bared at him. âIâll skin you alive if you ever mention him again you disgusting sack of shit.â Nick finished, his chuff forceful enough that it blew spit in Tuvetsâs face.
At last Sergey managed to pull Nick away, silencing the low Orkish mutters he still emitted while his eyes kept steady on Tuvets.
âI didnât mean anything by it, brother,â Tuvets grinned, but Sergeyâs hand on his chest stopped him from getting to Nick again.
Although Sergey felt the same annoyance that was meager compared to Nickâs fury, he pleaded with his softer golden eyes for him to just walk away before his iron built partner turned him into a pile of ground meat. There was a second more of resistance, but a final, gentle push against his chest had the sphere shaped man shaking his head and walking away, leaving the two Orcs with eyes on them from all directions.
âYouâve all got nothing better to do?â Sergey snapped, waiting until most of them had returned to their own private conversations to turn back to Nick who had his vest on now, pulling the side flaps roughly about himself.
âLat mir?â he asked, and with a long exhale, Nick nodded, his vision that had bled over clearing up.
Sergey patted his shoulder firmly, moving back to his locker. He knew offering any words of consolation would only be poking the beast. Even if he could ease some of his friends anger, it would do nothing to calm the inevitable heartache when people would still find something wrong with his halfling son, but he would be lying if he said he hadnât wondered the same thing about Nick. Having known who he was even before he joined the force, it struck him as odd that heâd choose to couple with the race that so despised him, and furthermore breed knowing the stigma surrounding halflings.
The harassment heâd received alone from joining the LAPD and filing his own tusks had nearly been enough to make him step back from his decision, and he was blooded. Nick had come into it with the whole world against him; absolutely no one to show any real faith in him, and here he was playing with fire again.
It never made him think differently of the man heâd come to respect and look up to, but the questions still floated about in his mind on occasion.
Why would he choose to make his life more difficult than it already is?
âLetâs get the fuck out of here.â Nick grumbled once finished, buckling his utility belt in place before stalking out of the locker room.
Sergey followed quickly, still fixing his collar as they made their way to the morning briefing.
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âAre you sure you got it?â Dinara called, staring intently down at the two slender pieces of wood she was securing together.
âYep!â Callie grunted from down the hall. The soft scraping of an object of substantial weight prompted Dinara to look away from her task at hand, but it wasnât until she spotted Callie from the corner of her eyes hunched over and inching backwards did she start to rise from the floor.
âWhaav ayh laat- Calista, put that down!â she exclaimed, hurrying over to move Callie away from the colossal metal tool box sheâd resorted to dragging down the hall from the laundry room.
âI only have a few more feet!â she fought breathlessly, but Dinara already had it in hand to carry into Leoâs room. âNevermind, you clearly got it,â
âThought an old woman like me could not handle this?â
âYouâre the same size as me, I thought it would tip you over,â she shrugged.
âI carry one of these around with me when I work,â she exhaled as she sat again, offering an upturned palm to help lower a global Callie down next to her.
âIs what you needed in here?â she asked, returning to organizing the screws and washers into neat piles.
âHe should, Oleg would scold him if he didnât have- here it is,â Dinara smiled, holding up an allen wrench. âI canât believe they didnât include one,â
âLetâs demand a refund so we can buy you one,â Callie smiled deviously only to receive a playful roll of her eyes in return. âI mean, I can only assume weâll be visiting more with Leo, so youâll need one too,â
âAnd when you have more,â she placed the constructed base down, looking over her glasses. âIâll have everything still,â
Callie was still, trying not to convey that she too had been in love with the idea of having a mini-nation of her own, but knew realistically this was probably her only time.
âYouâll need a bigger home than this,â
Callie dropped the cushion sheâd been moving, fumbling to pick it up.
Dinara observed silently, smirking to herself as she spun the allen wrench. âAm I wrong for assuming youâd want more?â
âNo, no no. Iâve always wanted a big family, I just donât know if I can make anymore, mentally or physically,â Callie explained briefly, her grin folding into a playful frown.
Dinara nodded thoughtfully. âThis little boy has taken a lot out of you, hasnât he?â
âNothing I wouldnât mind giving up,â she assured. âBut getting to this point was just⌠turbulent,â
âI hear that,â she nodded whilst starting to align the next part of the frame.
Callie had already gnawed her inner lip raw when she out of habit pulled her lips to the side, and she couldnât bounce her leg the way she was perched on the floor. There was nowhere for this nervousness to go, until-
âWe wanna look at bigger houses first,â Callie near blurted, but now she could see Nickâs tired eyes staring down at his phone when his mother would inevitably call to try setting this idea in motion.
Fuck.
âHow long has this been decided?â Dinara questioned inquisitively.
âJusâlikeâacoupleweeks?â Callie babbled, shoulders pulling up and in.
The first time Callie had caught Dinara staring at Nick the way she now did to her, she at last discovered just where Nick had developed the flat stare that often made her laugh, including now when she cut off a hard snort upon looking back to Dinara.
âI just closed on a three bedroom, I couldâve stalled,â
âI think it has to do with schedules, more than anything,â Callie tried covering.
âIs he working more?â his mother asked, her hands slowing.
âNo,â Callie cleared her throat. âHe just comes home exhausted so doing anything around that is tricky,â
âWhyâs he so tired? You should be the one napping all the time,â Dinara cracked, standing to assemble higher pieces.
Callie had to stop herself from spitting it out like a red hot coal. There were no more avenues to turn down in hopes of convincing Nick to seek help once again for the nightmares that ruled his dreams, and the thought of consulting his parents had come to the forefront of her mind, but she didnât want to break his trust after promising she wouldnât since the first time those years ago the nightmares had manifested.
But did he see how he was torturing himself the longer he denied help? Surely not like she did.
âDid Nick ever have nightmares when he was little?â she asked cautiously, looking up to meet Dinaraâs alarmed eyes.
âTheyâre starting again,â she replied definitively, an old heartache blooming after laying long dormant.
That blind sided Callie. âSo heâs had them?â she asked, suddenly facing a monster instead of itâs shadow.
Dinara looked down at her hands fiddling with the screwdriver; an old habit that had died since Callie had stepped into Nickâs life.
âThey first started when he was six, when he wasnât telling us about the other boys at school that had singled him out,â she spoke sadly, coming to sit beside Callie with her back against the dresser. âIt started as words but exploded into a couple fresh bruises a week. The school was useless, the other parents said it was boys being boys despite not knowing how my son begged every morning not to go anymore,â
âWhat happened?â Callie asked wide-eyed, her hand on her chest.
âOleg started teaching him how to defend himself, but that only resulted in worse fights. Ukmall shifted from a smiling boy, to sad to an angry one so quickly- I canât imagine how his heart mustâve hurt,â
Dinaraâs head shook at the grim recollections; how badly she wanted to help her son but couldnât make it past his walls.
âAnd during it all, heâd wake up screaming from the nightmares. Before Nick was,â she tensed her arms, grunting to display strength and momentarily lifting Callieâs sorrows. âHe was a scrawny little teen, but it took all of Oleg to hold him down one night he woke up kicking and swinging,â
âIt went on for that long?â
âUntil he graduated, really. In college, he kept his head down and that was enough to keep people away for the most part, but Jirak if that boy didnât fight our help every step of the way. No medication, no counseling, no even talking about it! He always told me âMa, I can handle itâ and IâdâŚâ she stopped to breathe, her warm sunflower eyes staring ahead as she steadied that tremble in her voice.
Callie had already been tearing, the imaginings of a child Nick learning at such an open hearted, innocent age that the world hated him for who he was, even before hate could be taught to him.
âIâd hold him when he finally woke up and tell him that holding in the fear was poisoning him. That even if he didnât like it, he had to take medicine to cure the sickness,â
âAnd he listened?â Callie sniffled, using the bottom of her old sleeping shirt to wipe her misty cheeks.
Dinara nodded, also dabbing under her glasses. âIt wasnât much but the talking he did seemed to do the trick. Nick has always been one to keep things in here,â she motioned towards her chest. âBut he forgets that everything has a limit,â
Callie agreed; it was a relief to know that maybe they werenât destined to have sleepless nights, or risk what she didnât have the heart to use as leverage against him: harming Leo.
âWhatâs on his mind then?â his mother asked having returned to the task at hand after composing herself.
âIf heâd tell me he wouldnât be punching me at 2 am,â Callie murmured a little bitterly.
âHeâll break soon. Exhaustion makes people weak, but I hope itâs sorted before he flings Leo into a wall,â
Callie shuddered, visibly disturbed by such a possibility; a stark one that had real grounds to stand on.
A sharp cramp rang up her stomach, pinching her eyes shut and starting a tight side to side shifting of her foot. Since the nights of screaming has started, her days had only been filled with cramps that made her stop in her tracks.
Her doctor had only needed a passing glance at Callieâs tired shoulders and jittering hands to recognize the stress that was coming off her in waves, but simply telling her to âavoid the stressorsâ meant avoiding Nick, something she didnât want to do at all.
âYou better not pop before I have this, God forsaken piece ro ukhiav done.â Dinara snarled from behind her slim tusks and although her stomach was taut with a stinging cramp Callie laughed.
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It had been peaceful the better part of their late start to the day. Although the heat was steadily rising in LA, it didnât seem enough to start the usual âsummer rumbleâ they faced yearly, but the two Orcs that sat in the old, beaten cruiser knew soon enough theyâd be sweating off their body weight during chases and stand-offs. It would be best to soak in this downtime, but two high-strung and hormone driven Orcs would soon tire of the silence.
Nick had also chosen this particularly quiet street specifically for that reason: there was never any traffic. Maybe a double parking ticket every once in a blue moon, but all that was here were old homes with older inhabitants that stayed well below the speed limits. With that he didnât feel the pressing need to keep his eyes up and alert and instead dragged them down at least ten different articles heâd devoured in the past hour, all of them detailing the stigma that was halflings.
The morphs, the disorders that sometimes came with them, the rarity of certain races crossing over; then he started getting into the numbers, more troubling, the few recorded births of halflings, but the high number of suicides and murders amongst them, that being mostly in teens, even some in adolescence.
âAmongst this hidden race of outcasts lies a startling epidemic of secret families, sometimes secret half-siblings, that officials are now warning of, and I quote, âA growing problem that we urge you to prevent. Stay well within your race not only to avoid the deadly disorders these children are born with, but the life of cruelty youâll be putting your offspring through-â
He chucked his phone into the center console, rubbing his tired eyes with the heels of his palms.
âYou alright?â Sergey asked around the Orkish jerky heâd been chewing on.
There was a pause before Nick nodded, dropping his hands and looking out to the street.
Sergey stuffed his own phone away. âAre you thinking about Leo?â He didnât really need an answer. Since theyâd left the precinct Nick had been either quiet or impatient, throwing objects around the car or snapping at the smallest of things, but who could blame him? His son was already receiving the harassment most kids had a chance at avoiding until their later years.
âI know Iâm not one thatâs good with words and I canât begin to understand what youâre feeling, but if you need to vent, Iâm here,â Sergey offered, but Nick didnât acknowledge him. His knee was bouncing, and surely his mind was racing, but he remained composed.
The young Orc didnât take offense to it and turned back to take his phone out when Nick spoke.
âI feel like I fucked up my own kids life,â
Sergey looked at him in dismay. âHow?â
Nick sighed, his head bouncing back against the seat. âHow could I bring a child into a world that hates halflings more than Orcs? What the fuck was I thinking?â
âYou⌠you regretâŚ?â
âNo!â Nick snapped, glaring. âIâŚâ he trailed off, choosing his words carefully. âI wanted nothing more than to give Callie a family and Iâm- Iâm so excited, but if anything happens to him, itâll be my fault,â
âNo it wonât, you canât blame yourself for other people's cruelty,â Sergey urged, but Nick shook his head.
âIf Callieâd had a human baby this wouldnât even be an issue. Whatâll it do to her if Leo doesnât make it past high school?â he mumbled despondently.
âHave you talked to her about it?â
âNo. I donât wanna burden her,â
âDonât be stupid. You wanna have halflings together in this world but you wonât talk to her about it?â Sergey rattled off, chuffing back just as heatedly when Nick fired one at him. âSay it out loud again and see how dumb it sounds,â
Nickâs face was twisted in annoyance, but he couldnât bring himself to say it because it really did sound stupid. Heâd gone and used that same, empty, dangerous excuse twice in his time with Callie and it had almost resulted in her life ending, yet here he was again.
âYouâre burdening her by not telling her,â
âShut up already,â Nick mumbled.
More silence passed between them with Nick tugging at a frayed string on his uniform and Sergey observing the roads around them.
Youâre burdening her by not telling her.
I thought I was saving her heartache. âSheâs been nothing but happy when all she was before Leo was sad. I didnât wanna take that away from her,â
Sergey nodded in understanding. âDo you think it wouldâve changed her mind about being a mom to a halfling?â
âNever. I watch her look at the ultrasounds and Leoâs kicks in a way sheâs never looked at me before. Nothing could change that,â
âThen whatâs stopping you?â
It wasnât even a question he needed to ask himself at that point. âMe. I keep reading stuff about halflings and the suicides and- and did you know there isnât even an accurate number that makes up a percentage of halflings? Theyâre born in homes in secret because of the backlash they face. Itâs like theyâre excluded from basic rights,â
âI mean, yeah, thatâs grim but wouldnât you do everything in your power to make sure Leo didnât meet that same fate?â
âThatâs a rhetorical question,â
âI think itâs one you need to ask yourself as a reminder,â Sergey said derisively. âWhat good does worrying do for a future you can prevent?â
Nick opened his mouth to speak, but⌠it was true. How many times had he told Callie to think in the now, not the upcoming?
âAt least you know your heart is in the right place. Now you just need to get that weird shaped head there,â Sergey beamed until Nick punched his arm forcefully. âYou know I knew a halfling once,â
Nickâs ears flickered. âYeah?â
Sergey nodded. âHe was a Brezzik mix, and Iâll admit he was straight out of a horror film but he was one of the smartest people I knew, and quiet. He had like two friends in high school but would still interact like anyone else if they gave him the chance,â
âDid heâŚ?â Nick asked, his finger pointing to his temple like a gun.
âI thought he did cuz after high school he up and vanished, but a couple years later I saw him in a grocery store with one of the same friends, just doing their thing like anyone else,â
âJust a normal guy?â
âArenât we all?â
Those words stuck with Nick as he flipped them back and forth in his mind. Often heâd thought of himself as the odd one out, and the harassment heâd endured solidified that for years, but what wasnât normal about himself? What had he done in his life that anyone else wouldnât? He was where most has trouble getting; a job, a roof he could keep over his head, Callie.
Leo was to be born into a hard world, but the ideal home.
Nick sighed softly, his exhaustion at last finding its end. The ideal home.
He stifled a low whine when he realized that this all couldâve been sorted with Callieâs help if he hadnât been so stubborn, and in addition came upon the realization that since heâd locked her from his thoughts, she mustâve been stressing as well. And heâd noticed it! Her troubles showed so clearly and the past week sheâd been jittery and stressed and in pain, but here he was thinking he was making everything better again by keeping his big mouth shut.
With a louder groan this time, he held his face wondering if any amount of food or gifts or apologies would ever be enough to convince her to marry him at this point.
âDonât fret, old man. Iâm here to help.â Sergey patted his arm affectionately, but coughed when Nick slugged him in the side.
He certainly couldâve reclined his seat and slept right there in his car before the taco shop in a matter of seconds if he wanted, but Nick was determined to get these enchiladas home to Callie in hopes it would pacify her before spilling the dread heâd been carrying.
But would it help when he started apologizing like an idiot?
Nick scoffed. âNo.â His thumbs flew across the screen of his phone to text Callie he had the goods and was on his way home before turning the key in the ignition. It was a little unusual she was up so late when lately sheâd been conking out by nine, but maybe the earlier promise of food had kept her up.
The drive home was quick through the empty streets as was collecting his belongings and towering bag of food once parked in the driveway.
It was a struggle to disarm the alarm once stepping through the door with his hands full, and it made him wonder how much practice he should be getting in before it was a car seat and diaper bag in hand.
âBaby?â he called out, setting his bags down on the table stacked with laundry piles.
Always he looked down at Puccaâs box besides the TV, her paw print and collar perched neatly beside it.
âHey girl,â he said lowly, swiping his hand across the top to rid it of the fine layer of dust.
âIn here!â Callieâs voice floated from the bathroom, and he padded down the hall once kicking his shoes off to find her comically stretched out in the bath, a knee hooked over the edge and all.
âAre you stuck?â he teased, but she flipped him off.
âYour mom made those spicy pork kebabs today and heâs been bouncing ever since,â she groaned tiredly, moving her bubbly covered hand from her stomach when Nick sat beside the tub to trace his fingertips over her wet skin.
âThink heâs gonna be a runner when heâs older?â Nick asked.
âI think by the time heâs ready to walk heâll go straight to sprinting,â
He chuckled, simply placing his hands flat. It was becoming easier to feel which part of Leo was nudging. Once learning how to cup his head through her lower belly meant elbows were obvious from knees or feet, sometimes the soft impression of an arm showing.
âHow was work?â she asked, reaching to use the back of her knuckles to trace his cheek.
âUneventful,â he sighed, leaning in her touch. âDidnât even write a ticket,â
âEasy money,â she grinned.
âDid you two get the glider up?â
âEventually. I offered my expertise which was nothing at all so your mom did all the work,â Callie laughed, her smile fading when Nick started to doze off with his chin rested on his arm. âYou should go to bed,â
âM-mm. I wanna eat,â he said through a closed jaw.
âDonât wait for me then,â
âM-mm,â
âMi amore,â she cooed, opening his heavy eyes. âYou need all the rest you can get,â
âI get it,â
âNot as much lately,â she approached cautiously. He looked away, his cheek now rested on his arm and exhaling when she dragged her nails across his scalp. His touch still remained on her stomach, but heâd since gone still, his sleeve even dipping into the warm water without his notice. He was so out of it he didnât even know his jacket was inside out; it was the third time itâd happened in a weeks time.
âYou know you can talk to me,â she said softly, but only his eyes opened. âNo matter how bad they are, I wanna know so I can help,â
âItâs not the nightmares, baby,â he groaned, rolling his head back to face her. âItâs whatâs causing them,â
âTell me then,â she didnât mean for it to come out as a plea, but she was desperate to help. Never before had sheâd seen him so consumed by his own dark thoughts, barely able to drag himself upright and face another daunting day.
Nick better situated himself beside the tub so he didnât slip into a slumber while talking, and took a breath. âI feel like I set Leo up to become another statistic,â
Her brows pulled together in confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
This was a risk telling her; surely sheâd find the same articles he came upon and feel- if not worse- the torment he did. âDo you know how rare it is for a halfling to grow into adulthood?â
âBecause of the suicides?â
Nick blinked a couple times. âYou-â
âYep, every single one. As soon as I hit twelve weeks I couldnât stop reading them,â
Nick was taken aback. âYouâre not freaking out!?â
âI did for a hot minute, but then I thought of you,â she smiled, even giggling when his ears flicked in confusion. âYouâve had such a tough life that by all means shouldâve ended you a long time ago, but youâre here,â
âBecause of you,â
âWho was there before me though?â she asked, spinning to also rest her chin on her arm beside his.
âMy parents,â he mumbled, and when he brows perked up, it made sense.
âIf your parents gave you that same stubbornness that got you to where you are, I want Leo to have it too. Itâs our job to protect him, but we also need to teach him to be strong and resilient, and that he can do anything he wants to in life despite being labeled,â
âI wasnât a halfling though,â
âNo, but youâre the first for a lot of things. Leo wonât be the first halfling,â
He stared into her endless eyes, and the serenity they emitted. âThe numbers donât freak you out at all?â
âNope. I fucking refuse to let him become just another number logged. Heâs our son, our boy. Heâs gonna grow to be a man and live a fulfilling life, better than ours, and if hate comes with it then so be it, but heâs gonna learn to swing back when life takes swings at him, Nick. Heâs gonna be just like you, baby,â
Her forehead came to press against his when he exhaled shakily, closing his eyes to hide the shine of fresh tears. He chuffed to fight off the torrent of emotions, but she only held his face, promising they could do this together, assuring him he wasnât alone in this fight with his fears.
After a few moments of sly wipes across his eyes and some softer words that finally brought his face back to her so she could kiss him, Nick felt that the crushing weight of fatherhood perched on his shoulders could be lifted over time; all he needed was to build the strength to take on this next chapter of his life, just like any other thing heâd came out of on top.
âLetâs go then,â she sniffled, kissing him again. âI wanna eat,â
âYeah,â he cleared his throat, standing to help her up and wrap a towel around her sudsy body.
âYou know the practice we get in with Leo means weâll be experts the second time around,â she teased, and his eyes narrowed.
âYou talked to her about it today, didn't you?â
âNo but she almost cornered me with it, and the bigger house thing,â Callie explained while she went about drying herself off.
âSheâs clever. Before you know it weâll be in a mansion without any money left for food or electricity,â
âWe wanted a mansion anyways,â she shrugged, yelping when he pinched her side.
âDonât even joke about that around her,â he groaned, walking from the bathroom.
Callie paused. âMaybe you should give her a call then, cuz I got her hopes up today,â
Nick spun to face her in alarm. âYou said-â
âAh Iâm just fucking with you, letâs eat.â Callie smiled sheepishly, squeezing between him and the doorframe, a loud shriek coming forth when he chuffed behind her ear.
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HELLOOOOO AGAIN MY FRIENDS here i come with a wee lil chapter cuz listen shit will hit the fan soon, emotions stir. there's sadness AND happiness so please be patient with me and thank you to returning readers who've stuck around and anyone new! <3 hope to update again sooner than a month hehehe
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Little Gem
Summary:Â Modern AU Alfie nervously meets his boyfriendâs son for the very first time.Â
     Tommy wasnât much of a sleeper. He didnât need too many hours of shut-eye to be productive. But he soon knew that the scarce sleep he managed to get would be cut in half very soon.
      It began one May morning when his husband asked, completely out of the blue, about babies. Charlie was turning six that summer and according to Alfie, the house was far too big for just the three of them plus Cyril.
      Tommy requested he get to the point. So Alfie explained that he wanted a baby. Heâd raised Charlie since he was about three. Grace had passed away and Tommy began to confide in his business partner about his hurt. Alfie was surprisingly a good person to talk about emotions to. Unlike the rest of his family, the Jewish man was a little franker with his feelings. If he was upset or happy the world was damn well going to know.
      So prolonged business meetings turned into chats which turned into going out to dinner which turned into dinner at each otherâsâ homes, which turned into sex. The relationship developed and soon, not soon enough according to Alfie, the two were married. Alfie adopted Charlie and they became a happy family. Charlie adored his papa and often times would gravitate towards him even over Tommy.
      Now, Alfie wanted to raise a baby, from the very beginning this time around. It took some convincing and finding a surrogate. A friend they met from Charlieâs school was more than happy to take on the role and before they knew it, she was pregnant.
      Alfie was thrilled to find out they were having a girl. âA boy and girl, Tommy thatâs fucking perfect ainât it?â He beamed as they put the ultrasound picture up on the refrigerator.
      Now, their daughter was due any day and Tommy was getting in as much sleep as possible in preparation. He wasnât sure Alfie was quite ready for the sleepless nights, the man slept like a hibernating bear.
      But Tommy wouldnât be getting any extra sleep that night. At two in the morning, Alfie shook his husband awake.
      âTom, Tommy, Deb texted me.â He jostled him until the man batted his hands away.
      âWhat? What?â
      âDeb texted me saying her water broke!â Alfie exclaimed with a hint of joy and absolute terror. âWeâve gotta get the things in the car. Wake up, Charlie!â
      Tommy sat up and rubbed his eyes. âAlfie, if her waters just broke itâll be hours before the baby actually starts to crown. Youâve put it in the GPS a million times, it only takes us ten minutes to drive to the hospital.â He mumbled. âGet a few more hours of sleep.â
      âI canât go back to sleep, the fucking baby is coming!â He retorted sharply. âNow get your arse outta bed. Iâll call Polly to come watch Charlie.â He rushed out of the room texting away.
      Tommy yawned and sighed. Sure, he was excited that his daughter was coming, but heâd been around the block before. Grace was in labor with Charlie for over six hours. It was a waiting game and he wasnât about to show up at the hospital at two in the morning with a frazzled Alfie. It wouldnât do Deb any good. So, he would try his best to stall.
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      Two forty-five in the morning and Tommy had managed to keep Alfie from bursting at the seams. He slowly packed the car with all the bits for their newborn while his husband was shouting updates from Deb. Not that any of the updates were different, just timing between contractions.
      Charlie was well awake and still in his pajamas. He wandered back and forth asking Alfie and Tommy when the baby would come.
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      Three in the morning and Alfie couldnât stand not being at the hospital for another minute. Polly wasnât answering as it was the dead of night, so Alfie put some shoes on Charlie, dressed him in a coat and packed him into the car as well.
      âAlfie, we agreed that he would stay hereâŚâ Tommy protested when he saw their son half asleep in the car seat.
      âItâll be sweet, aye?â Alfie frantically double checked that they had everything. âHeâll get to see his baby sister. Donât you want to see your baby sister, treacle?â
      Charlie yawned and mumbled an incoherent response, his head lolling to the side.
      Tommy sighed. âCan you just wait another halfâŚâ
      âNo!â Alfie exclaimed and got in the passenger side seat.
      âAlrightâŚâ Tommy went to get the car keys. âHere we go then.â
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      It was a wait, although not as long as it had taken Charlie to arrive. Alfie was a nervous wreck in the waiting room and could hardly stay still. Tommy slept in the corner with Charlie in his lap. Eventually, Alfie woke him up and said the baby was crowning and Deb said they could be in the delivery room.
      Tommy left Charlie with a nurse and headed in with his husband. As they agreed, Alfie cut the umbilical cord when Ruby came out.
      Alfie was breathing unevenly as the nurse came out with their cleaned and swaddled daughter. She smiled and gently placed the little bundle in his arms.
      âFucking hellâŚâ The hardened man was reduced to nothing but tears of joy when he first saw his daughterâs pink face. âLook at you, yeah? Tommy, love, look.â
      Tommy came to stand next to his husband, wrapping an arm around his waist. âLittleâun, aye?â He chuckled and reached up to graze his thumb over Rubyâs soft cheek.
      âDark hair like her daddy.â Alfie choked out a laugh. âOur little gemstone. Our little Ruby.â
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      Despite the chaotic early morning, the dust settled and things were unimaginably calm at that moment. Alfie and Tommy were fixed on how absolutely perfect she was.
      A few hours after she was born, Charlie was brought into the room. Tommy took his hand and led him over to the bassinette where Ruby was half asleep. âSee?â
      Charlie stood on his tiptoes, pressing his face to the plastic side of the bassinette. The little thing wriggled and waved a hand in her swaddle. âHi.â He said very quietly.
      Alfie smiled and smoothed Charlieâs hair back. âWhatâd you think, then?â He asked.
      âSheâs small.â The little boy shrugged. There wasnât much else to say.
      Ruby squirmed and started to scrunch up her face in discomfort. Without much prompt, she began to wail. Charlie jumped and pressed his hands over his ears in shock. He wasnât sure how such a little bit could be so loud.
      Alfie scooped Ruby up and patted her back. âSh, sh, love, sâalright.â
      Charlie frowned and decided to leave, hands still blocking his ears. Tommy was a little amused but went to follow his son. âWhereâya going?â He asked.
      âSheâs so loud,â Charlie whined in protest. âHowâd you turn her down?â
      Tommy laughed softly and knelt down. âNot like the TV, Charles, you canât lower the volume. You can get that loud too, you know.â
      His son looked disinterested. âIâm bored.â
      âAlright, well, your aunt and cousinâll be here soon,â Tommy promised. âPapa wanted to get pictures of you and Ruby together though. Maybe you could hold her?â
      âNo, I donât wanna.â Charlie shook his head and went to the waiting room to find some toy to tinker with. Tommy sighed. So the sibling uniting wouldnât be as easy as they assumed.
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      âEasy, easy.â Alfie cringed at how Tommy lifted the car seat carrier into the car.
      âOh boy.â Tommy chuckled and buckled the carrier in. âSheâs alright, Alfie, I promise.â
      Charlie hopped into the car and got himself buckled into his own seat. He leaned over to peer into the blankets that Ruby was nestled into.
      âNow, Charles.â Tommy leaned over into the backseat. âYouâve got a very important job to do on the way home. Do you want a job?â He asked.
      Charlie perked up. He always loved helping out his dad and papa. âYeah!â
      âGood lad. I need you to watch after your sister on the drive back. Make sure sheâs okay. This is her first car ride. Can I trust you?â
      He nodded eagerly and reached over to place a hand on the car seat.
      Tommy smiled and tousled his sonâs hair. âI believe in you.â
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      On the drive back, Charlie kept his eyes intently fixed on his sister. Every time she moved, he made note of it. When she opened her eyes, her brother smiled and shook one of the toys attached to the carrier in front of her. Â
      Halfway home, Tommy slammed on his brakes to avoid a car cutting in front of them.
      âJesus Christ, Tom!â Alfie snapped and braced himself against the dashboard.
      âDaddy, not good!â Charlie barked at his father.
      Tommyâs eyes widened at the criticism immediately thrown at him. âSorry, I didnât want to hit that person, it were their fault!â He protested.
      âIs she alright?â Alfie twisted around in the front seat.
      Charlie nodded. Ruby hadnât even stirred. âYeah, papa, sheâs alright.â
      Alfie smiled. âGood, thank you, treacle.â
      Tommy checked in the rearview mirror and couldnât help but smile too as he watched Charlie adjust Rubyâs blankets to cover her little sock-covered feet. Maybe he was too quick to judge. Maybe the two would get along after all.
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HELLO & SORRY
@youngmoviemaker I was your Avaâs Demon Secret Santa! And Iâm late!! I have no excuse other than. Iâm a chronic procrastinator. But I wanted to try not to rush this so it didnât end up too horrible. Anyway, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Year!! Hereâs a fic about Christmas, even though itâs not Christmas anymore. @theavasdemonsecretsanta
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It had finally happened somehow. It took years of scraping together pennies from minimum wage jobs and living at home with their parents for longer than was socially acceptable, but now Odin was finally putting down the last box in their new apartment. Theyâd saved for years just to have enough for the deposit on a one bedroom apartment in California. When they first started dating Ava detailed her dreams of living close to the beach. So Bakersfield wasnât quite the beachside property of their dreams, but it was closer than it had been before they moved.
He patted a box, labeled in Avaâs blocky handwriting KITCHEN. âW-wanna see if we can f-f-find some dinner?â
âThat box is all pots and pans, good luck eating cast iron.â She laughed as he dug through the box to confirm. He supposed they hadnât had much food to pack for themselves moving out of their family homes.
âW-well...â He scratched his chin. âWe co-could order in-n?â Odin knew he had a good thirty bucks kicking around somewhere. No answer came to his question and when he looked up from the boxes to investigate why he saw his girlfriend gazing out the window. It wasnât much of a view, just the city streets and air pollution.
âI canât believe itâs already December and thereâs no snow,â she said after a few moments.
âIt d-d-doesnât sn-n-now much h-here.â If at all. âThe snowâ was a destination for Californians. Thatâs what came with wanting to live near the beach. Or at least, two hours from it.
âI donât know how itâll feel like Christmas with no snow.â Christmas had honestly been the last thing on Odinâs mind. They were far too broke now to pull out all the stops on gifts and dinner.
âN-next year we can g-g-go b-back home.â It would always be snowing there in December, and their families would expect to see them for the holidays.
âWhere are we going to put the tree?â She asked looking around the living room with boxes stacked in every corner. It looked like more than it really was due to the low ceilings and general cramped space. Odin looked around with her.
âI g-guess...â He pointed to the deepest corner furthest from the door. âTh-there.â Itâs away from the kitchen, which isnât actually a separate room and is instead divided by a metal strip in the ground that separates yellowing carpet from yellowing tile. She stood in the corner as if sizing it up.
âB-but... We p-r-r-robably canât afford a t-tree this year.â He hated letting her down, and the look on her face dampened significantly to let him know he had done just that.
âYouâre right...â She sighed, still standing in the corner to size it up.
âN-next year,â Odin assured her, walking over to pat the top of her head. âChristmas will be p-perfect next year.â A pretty big promise to make considering they wouldnât have much more money then either if things continue like they had. She nodded though, giving a sniff almost like sheâd been crying. The two fell into each otherâs embrace, Ava burying her face into his chest like she intended to nest there.
âL-letâs find some c-ca-sh. Thereâs a s-s-sushi joint w-we passed.â They probably couldnât afford delivery and sushi but heâd go get it for them.
Digging around in a clothes box, Odin tracked down a twenty dollar bill in the back pocket of his discarded work jeans.
âF-found it.â He held up the crumpled bill triumphantly and at the sound of his voice Ava ceased her own rooting around for spare change.
âI got a dollar twenty-five.â She announces proudly, holding up a crumpled bill that had been through the wash and a dingy quarter. Odin held his hand out for that too.
"You c-can c-c-call and order while I'm w-wa-walking," he told her standing at the door and wrapping himself up in his coat and scarf they'd left on the floor where a coat rack should go. She nodded understanding before hunting down her cell phone. Talking to people gave her anxiety, but she knew Odin had a rougher go of it, especially on the phone he could be hard to make out. So he would go get it and face human interaction face to face while she dealt with the phone call. It seemed to be a pretty fair trade. When he got out the door and down the several flights of stairs (elevator was busted) he realized his coat and scarf were a bit much. The people around him were all bundled and shivering the same, but the weather felt like a crisp spring day back home more than the middle of December. He let the grey hand knit scarf sit open around his neck. It had been his Christmas present from Ava last year. She spent all her free time while he was working the graveyard shift. It was supposed to be a blanket but she decided to stop at scarf and he loved it just the same.
By the time he got to the sushi joint, he was sure Ava had enough time to order. He looked at the cheesy lanterns and fish tank, which felt like any other sushi place heâd been to. Not that there were very many back east. When he saw the plates though he could already tell this was nothing like the sushi at home. Probably having something to do with the fact that this fish was a lot fresher.
âH-h-hello.â Odin coughed, as if that would shake off his stutter. It was always worse in public, when people were new or staring at him. âO-order for A-Ava. Or-or Odin.â The woman behind the counter looked very bewildered by his stammering but checked the tags at her side. She picked one up and looked it over?
âOdin?â She said it more like udon, but he nods. The white receipt paper is slammed down onto a spike with several other receipts before she turns to walk away. Heâs left looking at the bowl of mints and toothpick dispenser for a few moments before something catches his eye. Just behind where the womanâs head had been thereâs a tiny tree sprouting up on a shelf. Itâs growing severely to the left in order to avoid hitting the shelf above it, tilted and awkward. Maybe in need of water but heâs not quite sure.
When the woman comes back with a takeout bag she tells him itâs 15.50. Odin points to the tree behind her.
âH-how much?â Her face looks at him in that same bewildered way as before looking back to where heâs pointing.
âNot for sale.â She shook her head to emphasize the point.
âHow much?â He repeats digging in his pockets for the money and handing her all of it. She looks over the money, and he knows itâs probably worth more than six dollars but itâs worth a shot. âP-please?â His intense gaze pierced into her own. She looked around uneasily and Odin couldnât help but think about how he was about to be banned from the nearest restaurant on their first day in the new apartment.
âTen more dollars. Come back later.â Her words are short and precise, so unlike his. He claps his hands together once, making to bow like an idiot.
âT-thank you! Th-th-thanks so much!â He ripped the food from her hands so ecstatically she flinched.
"We close at eight o clock!" The bell inside rang as he threw the door open, back into the pseudo cold air.
He didn't return that night, mostly because he couldn't get ten dollars, but it also wouldn't be much of a surprise to Ava if he brought it home with him that minute. Instead, the next day Ava was going to report to her first day on the job. She'd mooned over the idea for months, she'd be working in a stocking warehouse which didn't sound like something young girls mooned over. The part she loved? Not one of her coworkers could speak English, and she couldn't speak Russian. It was the perfect job, with the lowest amount of human interaction possible. Odin wished they were hiring two new staffers, but he was focused on his art. Which meant staying home and drawing commissions for table scraps.
But it was a table scrap that got him back to the sushi place for the tree (and maybe a California roll, which he and Ava had eaten in abundance to celebrate their move.) The same woman stood behind the counter, and Odin wondered if perhaps she was the owner. Or the owner's wife. He'd figure it out in time. He didn't hesitate a second in slamming his card down on the counter, narrowly missing her receipt spike.
"T-tree." He didn't want to waste time mincing words. She gave the same look, and he now knew he would recieve it every time they came. Likely with Ava looking on questioningly at his side. But it was no surprise to her that Odin could be... Abrasive. It was to this woman though. Nonetheless, she turned and grabbed the tiny tree before ringing him up for a large container of rice. He had never punched in his PIN so quickly in his life, usually there was some sort of hesitation in spending. Not for Ava though.
He practically ran home, the tree swaddled in his arms and sheltered by his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something shining on a wrought iron rail. Christmas lights. They had wrapped fake tree like garland around the rail and hooked small red Christmas bulbs in it. He looked around for several seconds, determining that no one was really looking at him, before nicking one and sticking it in his jacket pocket. Then he really did run home, tree still safely tucked against him.
They hadnât unpacked much of anything, and both of them had pretty much no furniture to their name. Theyâd left two twin beds back home in the room in their parents houses knowing from experience that cramming the both of them on one didnât work out comfortably. But one thing they had lifted out of Avaâs room was the bookshelves that had belonged to her great grandmother before her. They were real wood and handmade, clearly something better than they could put together from ikea. It stood pressed against a wall near the kitchens entrance. He set the tree there, from one shelf to another so it would continue growing in the way it had. Odin kept the bauble in his pocket, waiting with bated breath where a couch should be for Ava to come home.
It had only been a four hour shift, to get her training done and acquainted with. He didnât know how much training was possible if there was a language barrier but she actually came home with a smile on her face, ready to gush about her day. He wanted to let her, and he tried to listen, but over her shoulder his brown eyes kept flicking back to the tree with anticipation.
â...So they showed me-, what do you keep looking at?â She turned her head to follow his gaze and stopped dead when she saw the only thing sitting on their shelves. Knowing this was the moment, Odin took her by the waist, pulling her over to the book shelf.
âY-you were upset we didnât have a t-tree so I...â he trailed off not sure how to explain his adventure succinctly to her. The noise the comes out of her mouth is so high pitched he wonders if it made the neighbors dog ache.
âItâs so cute and tiny!â She tells him, like he might have missed that part.
âUh-huh.â Odin reaches into his pocket and offers the ornament to her by the hook. âWanna p-put the first d-decoration up?â He offered as her small voice gasped.
âHang on.â His brow furrowed, confused at her not instantly saying yes. He watched her pick the tree up from the spot heâd picked and shuffle across the room to the corner she had stood in the other day.
âPerfect,â she said holding out her hand for the ornament. âWe can put our presents under here.â Small tree, small presents, it worked out. He knelt down at her side, handing her the bauble again watching as Ava inspected their warped reflection in the shining red plastic with a smile. She reached forward, hooking it on the lowest branch and sitting back to admire her work.
âItâs like Charlie Brown.â She put her head on Odinâs shoulder, relaxing into him. He hadnât seen the movie in years, but the image of a sad small tree was an iconic one. He laughed, nodding his head as he reached into the other pocket for his phone.
âWe can w-watch it,â he suggested going to find somewhere to watch the movie free and illegally. Ava nodded, hunkering down on her spot with him leaning to see the small screen. He found it for them, and shortly after a blanket that was intended to be a throw. It wrapped tightly around them both, making them look like a lump on the floor in front of their tiny Christmas tree, single bauble, with a thin blanket and a small screen to watch on. It wasnât much, but already Odin had lived up to the promise of a perfect Christmas.
#younoviemaker#theavasdemonsecretsanta#flaming arrow#christmas#avaodin#ava ire#odin arrow#avas demon#avaâs demon#long post#Iâm on mobile sorry!!
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Valentineâs Day Countdown: Day 9
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Valentineâs Day Countdown Collection
Day 9 of my Valentineâs Day Fanfic Countdown. If youâre interested in seeing your story/ship get written by me, found out more here!
Without any further ado, here are the requests that made todayâs cut:
1) Dad!Sam (x Reader) 2) Dad!Bucky x Reader
Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Sam Wilson taking his daughter (his and the readers child) out for a Valentineâs Day Date because Reader has to work? Iâve seen a lot of cute posts lately about good dads being their childâs first love and how it sets a good example and I can totally see Sam doing this
Pairing: Dad!Sam (x Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD Word Count: ~1,941 A/N: AU where EVERYONE LIVES THROUGH INFINITY WAR AND IS HAPPY Bunckle = Uncle Bucky
âDad!â
Sam looked up from his mission debriefing as his daughter ran into the room with a bright smile on her face.
When (Y/N) had stated she wanted kids, Sam had been hesitant at first. He didnât lead a normal life, exactly. Even without all the Avengers stuff, he was ex-military. There was stuff you brought back with you from war, and while Sam constantly tried to work through it, there were still some days where it kicked his ass.
But their daughter- a precocious, mischievous five year old by the name of Sara- turned out to be the light of his life (well, the other light of his life, after you, of course). He loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her tiny form swaddled up in soft blanket in the hospital.
âHey, sparrow! Howâs my favorite girl in the whole wide world?â he said as he scooped her up into his arms.
âItâs Valentineâs Day!â she said with a huge smile.
âIt is Valentineâs Day! Did you ask someone at the preschool to be your Valentine?â Sam asked with a smile. He didnât have to worry about handsy boys or manipulative girls until puberty, at least. Until then, he could let her give chocolates and candies to boys or girls she thought were cute.
Sara giggled. âItâs you, silly!â she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âOh, am I now?â Sam said with a laugh. Kids said the darndest things.
âMhm!â she hummed.
âAlright, well what do you suppose we do today, then? Zoo? Aquarium? Smithsonian?â he asked playfully, knowing her answer already.
She gasped at the last option. âSmi-son-yan! I wanna see Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky!â she cheered excitedly.
Sam rolled his eye at the second name, but nodded along anyway. âAnd then we can pick up mom from work?â
She nodded eagerly. âYeah! I love picking mommy up from work!â she said excitedly.
Sam chuckled and put her back on the ground. âAlright, sparrow. Go get your coat and then weâll go.â
She ran up stairs, her laughter ringing out through the halls as she went. Sam chuckled at her exuberance. He gathered up his keys, wallet, and his two phones; one for his personal life and one for the Avengers.
âDaaaaad!â Sara called from upstairs. It didnât sound urgent. Sam raised an eyebrow in question but hiked up the stairs and went into her room.
He saw the problem immediately. Her head was stuck in the confines of her sweater. Sheâd somehow managed to begin to shove her head in the sleeve, but couldnât move anymore to get it out.
He bit back a laugh and walked over to her. âI got it, Sara,â he said reassuringly. With a gentle tug her head popped free. Sam tugged it down over her tiny frame and soothed her now-messy hair. âReady to go?â he asked with a smile.
âSmi-son-yan!â she yelled in lieu of an answer.
Sam laughed and picked her up. He carried her down the stairs and out the door and locked it securely behind him. âAm I carryinâ you the whole way or are you gonna walk?â he asked with a smirk.
âCarry! Shoulders!â she said excitedly. She liked riding on his shoulders. It made her feel tall and let her see a lot more. She was a regular little bird, always wanting to be high up, just like her dad.
With a huff he hoisted her on top of his shoulders. She didnât weight much, but she squirmed like the devil. âYou know the rules. Hold on, now,â Sam said, trying to sound serious and failing because of the huge smile on his face. His huge hands wrapped securely around her ankles so that, in the event she lost her balance, she wouldnât go crashing to the ground.
Two small hands placed themselves securely on his head. âYes, papa.â A pause, then, âUncle Bucky had more hair to hang on to,â she said. He could practically see the tiny frown on her face as she thought about it.
âYeah, well, Bunckle needs a haircut,â Sam said dismissively.
âI like Bunckleâs hair! He lets me braid it!â Sara said excitedly.
Samâs competitive streak flared up, but he tried to fight it. He and Bucky had worked past the worst of their rivalry. Bucky even babysat Sara whenever he and you had date nights. âBut does he braid your hair as pretty as I do?â Sam asked playfully.
She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head to hard Sam could feel her entire body shake. âNope!â
âDidnât think so,â Sam said with a smirk.
The Smithsonian wasnât that far from the house, so the walk wasnât that bad. Driving would have been way more stressful, and Sam wasnât an Avenger for nothing. Sara might have gotten tired by it if she had walked it, so Sam was almost glad heâd carried her on his shoulder the entire way there. Grumpy kids were the worst.
When she spotted the fountain and the huge grey face of the National Museum of American History, she squealed in excitement. âPut me down! Down down down! Please!â she said eagerly.
Sam laughed. âYou gonna run off?âÂ
âNo! Promise!â she said, though Sam was sure sheâd forget that promise immediately.
He carefully picked her up off of his shoulders and set her down on the ground. Like he thought, she ran off towards the entrance immediately. As he jogged after her he reminisced fondly about the days when she couldnât run.
He snatched her right as she was bout to go in the door and pulled her up into his arms.
âWah! Daaad!â she said with a pout.
Sam ignored the accusing look and took a pamphlet from the greeter at the door. When the woman realized who she was looking at, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock.
âY-you- Um- Thank you for- for everything,â she stuttered out. Sara looked from the greeter to Sam in confusion.
Sara didnât know about Samâs job yet. You said itâd give her a big head, just like her dad. Sam had tried to argue that second part, but ultimately he saw you were right.
âJust doinâ what I had to,â Sam said humbly, giving the greeter a small smile as he passed through the entrance with Sara in his arms. âAlright, sparrow. Where to first? Captain America exhibit or the First Ladies?â he asked.
âUncle Steve!â she said excitedly. Sam smiled and set her down and she raced off towards the Cap exhibit. She had a great sense of direction normally, but sheâd been here to many times she knew the museum better than she probably knew their house.Â
Sam walked languidly after her, always sure to keep her in sight. He turned the corner and was shocked to see the exhibit had expanded. The classic exhibit was still there, but it had been added to. Another room sported modern Captain America/Nomad facts and items. Buckyâs Memorial had been taken down and was replaced with a video screen, playing stories from Steve, Peggy, and the Barnes family about Bucky both before and after his âdeathâ in the 40â˛s.
What shocked him the most, though, was the addition of a replica of his suit... as well as the painting of him behind it.
âDad! Dad, thatâs you!â Sara said excitedly and just a little too loudly as she pointed at the huge mural... because every head in the room turned to look at him. Everyone stopped talking, hissing in hushed whispers until, one by one, they broke out into applause.
Sam held a hand up in acknowledgement, mumbling thank youâs to the crowd, but all he could look at was his little girl, who looked so proud and excited he wanted to cry. She ran to him and he crouched down so he could catch her in his arms. The room awwâd as Sara crashed into him âI have the best dad in the world!â she declared proudly and loudly to the room, drawing laughs and smiles from everyone. Sam chuckled and lifted her up, throwing her in the air once before catching her again. She squealing in delight and the crowd laughed along with the two of them.
âCâmon, sparrow. We still got a lot of exhibits to see,â he said with a smile.
They walked out of the Smithsonianâs gift shop with kid-sized plastic Falcon wings (there had been a very large warning tag that said they wouldnât actually let you fly, which made Sam laugh). She wore them the entire journey to your office building, making jet noises and pretending to fly through the air from on top of Samâs shoulders as he ran down the street.
âMission control to Falcon! Landing zone ahead!â Sam said, pretending to talk through an old school radio, making the static noises and everything.
âI hear ya, mizzin control! Cominâ in for a landing!â she said gleefully as Sam picked her up off of his shoulders and placed her dramatically on the ground.
âMission control to Falcon! Destination reached successfully!â he said with a smile and held out his fist. Sara tapped it with her own tiny fist, giggling happily.
âWhat are you two doing?â came a voice from a few feet away.
Sam and Sara looked up to see you standing there, grinning at the two of them and weighed down by a huge briefcase.
âMommy!â Sara squealed and ran to you, nearly knocking your feet out from under you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your legs with a surprising amount of strength.
âHey, sparrow,â you said with a smile as you ran your brushed your fingers over her hair. When you noticed the tiny Falcon toy wings attached to her arms, you turned your glare on your husband, but he was already defusing the situation by ducking in to give you a kiss. He took the huge brief case from you and hefted it onto his shoulder.
You smiled into the kiss, but quickly remembered you were supposed to be mad. You broke away and glared at him. âSamuel Thomas Wilson. What are those?â you asked, pointing to the wings.
âOh, weâre using the whole name, huh? Thatâs how itâs gonna be?â he asked playfully.
âOooh, thatâs how itâs gonna be,â you said as you crossed your arms. Sara was already distracted by running around, flapping her wings wildly as she waited for the adults to finish their conversation.
Sam laughed and pecked you on the cheek and your hard expression melted a bit. âThey updated the Captain America exhibit... Guess whoâs immortalized in wax, paint, and detailed costume recreations?â he said, waggling his eyebrows.
âOh god, thereâll be no living with you now,â you joked good-naturedly.
Sam pretended to pout for a moment before smiling and leaning in to give you a loving, passionate kiss.
âEwww, gross,â Sara said, dragging your attention from each other. You looked from Sara, then back at each other. You shared a knowing look and Sara seemed to sense sheâd made a mistake because she giggle and turned to run away, but you and Sam scooped her up between you and placed a bunch of noisy, messy kisses to her face and head. âNooo! Mommy! Papa!â she squealed happily, giggling loudly. Eventually the two of you let up, though Sara was still giggling happily.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, my most favorite girls in the whole world,â Sam said, making both you and Sara smile.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Papa!â
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Sam.â
Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Bucky x Reader where he lets you and your baby girl paint his arm and decorate it for Valentineâs Day because he knows how happy itâll make you guys. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing Word Count: ~541 A/N: soft!boi. AU where EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND ALIVE AFTER IW
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Youâd gotten used to living with an ex-assassin, but as soon as youâd had a daughter together, youâd had to a make an adjustment in the opposite direction. Where silence once meant safety, it now meant danger.
You got up from your spot on the couch and began prowling the house.Â
âBucky...?â you asked warily, starting to get worried the longer it was quiet.
âIn here,â came Buckyâs soft voice from your daughter Rebeccaâs room.
You breathed out a sigh of relief and meandered your way to the doorway, freezing at the sight before you.
Rebecca was practically covered head-to-toe in paint splotches and Buckyâs left arm was pink.
Like, no really. Pink. Hot pink, rose, magenta, fuscia, bubblegum. Little hearts were painted all over in white (although it had mixed with the pink in some places). You were pretty sure you spotted a drawing of what was supposed to be the three of you together holding hands. Not a single inch was left of the shiny black metal you were used to seeing.
âWhat... what are you two doing?â you asked with a smile. You should be upset that theyâd gotten paint everywhere, but it was just too damn adorable for the frown to stick. At least Bucky had had the foresight to tie their hair up.
âWell, it was supposed to be a surprise...â Bucky said guiltily, as though he knew exactly what was going through your mind.
âNo looking, mama!â Rebecca said, waving a paintbrush at you angrily. You nearly winced as a huge drop of paint hit your nice wood floor.
Bucky saw the look and gave you a reassuring smile. âWashables, Doll. I may be 101 soon, but I still donât feel like kicking the bucket yet,â he said with a wink, knowing full well youâd chew his ass out of they got real paint on your floors. âWeâll clean it up.â
You smiled at him and walked over and kneeled down next to them. âIâm just sad you two didnât invite me! Iâve never painted your Papaâs arm before,â you said mischievously as you sent Rebecca a wink, which sent her into a fit of giggles. âCan I join you?â you asked Rebecca sweetly. Bucky beamed at the two of you.
âYeah! You can start painting the flowers!â Rebecca said as she handed you a brush and a small tub of washable hot pink paint.Â
You smiled and talked happily as the two of you painted away until Buckyâs arm was up to Rebeccaâs exacting standards. You couldnât help but acknowledge how far Bucky had come from when you first met him. Although you always saw the good man under the frosty shell, you were sure he couldnât ever have imaged being where he was now back then. A wife, a kid, his arm painted pink with hearts, flowers, and vague stick people on Valentineâs Day.
âI love you,â he said to the two of you, making you both pause and look up at him. The tender look in his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.
âLove you too, Da!â Rebecca said happily.
You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. âLove you too, Buck.â
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#sam wilson x reader#falcon x reader#sam x reader#Bucky Barnes#sam wilson#Winter Soldier#winter soldier x reader#marvel fanfiction#Valentine's Day Countdown#Dragon's Valentine's Day Countdown#Valentine's Day#day 9
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Write Me a Lullaby Part 27
Summary:Â Delilah has been writing to her Penpal for almost six years. She doesn't know his real name and she doesn't know what he does for a living. When she's set to meet him, she's surprised to find out she's been falling in love with Sebastian Stan
Chapter Summary: Luca meets his baby sister for the very first time. Sebastian is sick of the hospital.Â
Warnings: Hospitals, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, a little sexual reference at the very end.Â
      Luca walked into the hospital room with my doctor. She smiled warmly and let him run up to Sebastian.
      âHeâs so big.â My doctor sighed. âIt feels like just yesterday we were swaddling him up and handing him to you.â She touched my shoulder.
      âI know.â I felt a wave of nostalgia. âWell, I think weâre stopping at two.â I decided and picked Anamaria up out of her bassinette.
      âThat might be a good idea.â She agreed. âYour pregnancies tend to be high risk. The more children you have, the more dangerous it can get.â
      âWell, weâve got the set now. A boy and a girl.â Sebastian scooped Luca into his arms. âReady to meet your sister?â
      Luca looked over at the bundle and wrinkled his nose. âNo.â
      I laughed a little. âLuca, baby, thatâs not very nice. Sheâs been waiting all this time to meet you.â
      âI donât wanna.â He buried his face in Sebastianâs neck.
      âLuc, sheâs not going away, might as well meet her now.â He chuckled. But our son didnât budge.
      âLet him warm up to her. Most siblings are a little nervous when it comes to meeting their baby brother or sister.â My doctor assured me. âHow are you feeling?â
      âGood, just tired. I feel a lot weaker than after Luca.â I winced as I tried to sit up.
      Sebastian set Luca down and helped me. âHow much longer will she have to stay?â He asked. I could tell he was getting sick of the hospital. He just wanted to be home with me, Luca, and our newest addition.
      âLetâs see how the rest of this day goes and assess from there.â My doctor said.
      I nodded. âThank you,â I said and she left the room.
      Luca wandered around the hospital room, trying to touch things but Sebastian guiding him away.
      âBuddy, you canât touch any of the machines, theyâre helping mama.â He pulled Luca away from the heart rate monitor for the third time.
      âBut I wanna see it!â Luca started to whine and stomped his feet.
      âLuca, no.â Sebastian knelt down to scold him. âOther people are trying to sleep in the hospital so we need to have quiet voices.â He hushed.
      âI donât wanna be here!â He started to cry and flailed his hands.
      âHey, Iâm going to have bunica come and pick you up very soon if you donât behave.â My husband made sure our son was looking him in the eyes. âYouâll have to go home and you wonât be able to see your baby sister until tomorrow.â
      Luca scrunched up his face in a big pout and started making noises, which I liked to describe as a muffled racecar engine.
      It was always hard to take him seriously when he was making growling noises with his lips tightly pursed. But Sebastian wasnât laughing like he usually was.
      âLuca Christopher Stan, Iâm going to count to three. You better cut out this behavior or youâre going home.â
      Luca glared at him and continued his noises.
      âOneâŚâ
      The racecar noises faltered a little but Luca crossed his arms over his chest.
      âTwoâŚâ
      Plan two formed in Lucaâs head and he ran to me with tears in his eyes. âMommy!â He cried.
      Sebastian sighed and stood up. âLucaâŚâ
      âItâs okay,â I assured him. âBaby, you need to start behaving or youâre going to have to go home,â I said and stroked his hair back. âSo please go sit in that chair for a minute. Daddy will come over with Anamaria if youâre being good.â
      Luca sniffled but it seemed to do the trick. He walked over and climbed up into the soft armchair in the corner of the room.
      Sebastian walked over to me with an exhausted look on his face. âI hate this hospital.â He grumbled.
      âI know.â I reached up with my free hand to touch his cheek. âWeâll be home soon though.â I kissed his forehead. âI put one of Lucaâs favorite books in my bag. Why donât you go read to them?â
      He sighed and smiled. âYouâre the best mother.â He murmured.
      âAnd youâre the best father.â I let him take Anamaria.
      âAlright, are we all out of the grumpies?â Sebastian asked and walked over to the chair.
      Luca wiped his nose and nodded.
      âGood. Letâs read to Anamaria then. She hasnât had story time yet.â Sebastian got them situated so Luca was sitting on his lap, holding the book open. Sebastian held Anamaria and wrapped an arm around Luca too. âOkay, Luca, this is your baby sister. Anamaria, this is your older brother.â
      Luca peered into the swaddle and studied her face. âHi.â He said quietly.
      Sebastian smiled and kissed Lucaâs hair. âLook at that, weâre all getting along. Now, letâs get this story on the road. Once upon a timeâŚâ
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      âReady?â I whispered and slowly opened the door for Luca, Anamaria, and Rocket. Luca was six and Anamaria was just shy of turning two. âGo get him.â I unleashed the wild kids. Â
      They ran into our bedroom and scrambled up onto the bed where Sebastian was still fast asleep.
      âDaddy!â They both shouted as they started jumping on the bed. Rocket got to Sebastianâs face and started to lick him.
      My husband groaned and reached for a pillow to shield himself from the slobbery kisses. âOh, boyâŚitâs fatherâs day already?â
      I laughed and turned off the video and saved it to post later. I walked over to the bed and helped Anamaria down. âGo get daddy his presents,â I said and shooed Rocket away.
      Sebastian set the pillow aside and looked up at me. âYou know, it gets better every year.â He sighed.
      âWell, itâll probably get worse once they start getting bigger.â I giggled and leaned down to peck his cheek.
      âOh trust me, Lucaâs getting up there. This year I thought we were in the middle of an earthquake before they started yelling.â
      âYou love it.â
      âWell, it makes me feel like I deserve the presents.â He grinned and brought me closer to kiss him properly.
      âEw!â Luca and Anamaria returned to find us kissing. âGross!â
      I laughed and pulled away. âEw, Sebby, donât kiss me, thatâs gross!â I accused. âBoys have cooties.â
      âNu-uh! Girls have cooties!â Luca yelled and launched himself back on the bed.
      âThatâs right. Girls have cooties.â Sebastian stuck his tongue out at me and cuddled Luca close.
      âOh well, I guess when I make breakfast in bed itâs going to have a heap of cooties in it.â I sighed and went back to the kitchen.
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      When I returned with the traditional fatherâs day breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries, bacon, and lots of syrup, Luca and Anamaria were talking to Sebastian about their gifts.
      âThatâs Rocket, and thatâs me, and thatâs Luca, and thatâs you and mommy. You two are on the moon because I built a rocket and flew you guys up to the moon.â Luca pointed to the drawings on his card.
      Sebastian laughed and nodded. âAwesome, mom and dad have a summer home on the moon?â
      âWith a pool!â
      âSounds fun.â I got cuddled up in the nest of pillows and blankets. I set the tray of food down and handed out napkins first. Usually, post-fatherâs-day-breakfast meant a whole lot of washing chocolate and syrup stains out of the bedspread. But it was worth it.
      âMine, mine!â Anamaria shoved a small, wrapped gift towards Sebastian. She gave him a toothy smile.
      âWhatâs this?â He unwrapped the rock that she had found on a trip to the park. Sheâd taken a few sharpies and scribbled on a little masterpiece. âWow! Is this an original Anamaria Stan work?â Sebastian gasped. âLook at the colors, Iâve got to say, baby girl, this is one of the best ones yet.â He kissed her cheek as he reached over to set the rock down on his nightstand. There was already a growing pile of rocks that she had found for him.
      Anamaria grinned and hugged him tightly. Luca reached for his present. âWe made this in class.â He said and gave it to Sebastian.
      âWow, buddy, look at this!â He pulled the small pin that read âBest Dad Everâ in Lucaâs scrawling penmanship. âI think Iâm going to have to wear this to my next event.â And he would. In fact, he would wear it to many events and always kept it safe with his cufflinks and tie clips. The Internet went into a little bit of a frenzy when they found out Luca had made it for Sebastian.
      Luca beamed proudly. âI used your favorite colors.â He said. âAnd I learned how to write a big B instead of a little B.â
      âIt looks great, buddy, thank you so much.â He hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. Â
      âMomâs turn?â I raised an eyebrow.
      Sebastian grinned. âSure.â
      I pulled out a box and a sappy card Iâd spent a few days writing. Holidays were always a good time to reflect on how much I loved him.
      Sebastian opened the box after reading the card. Inside was a small photo album he could take with him when he was traveling. It was full of pictures dating back from when we first met to just a few weeks before when Luca turned six. Underneath was an all black tie.
      He looked a little curious. âFor a special occasion?â He asked.
      âWeâll talk about it later.â I nodded innocently. âWhy donât you guys go get daddyâs coffee on the kitchen counter.â Iâd purposefully left it there so I could have a second to explain my gift.
      Eagerly, Luca, Anamaria, and Rocket all ran to the kitchen. I leaned over to kiss Sebastian softly.
      âAlright, let me know what itâs about.â He murmured when I pulled away.
      âItâs just a little prop for tonight.â I shrugged and batted my eyelashes.
      âTonight?â He raised an eyebrow.
      âI may or may not have gotten Chris to babysit for tonight.â
      Sebastian groaned. âOh hell yes.â He smirked. âI think Iâm catching your drift now.â He murmured and kissed me again.
(Headcanon: Luca doesnât actually have a middle name. But since both Chris and Anthony are his godparents, Sebastian interchanges their names to sound more serious. Luca Christopher Stan or Luca Anthony Stan. Itâs a dark day when he uses both names. LUCA ANTHONY CHRISTOPHER STAN)Â
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