#i’m having a moment while sitting on my rocking chair that’s on my porch

[munsonsfairy]

slow dancing with gator while patsy cline plays in the background softly. your head is on his chest really close to heart with his arms around you. the world is quiet and it’s just the two of you. he kisses your forehead and you wish moment could last forever.

[barefoot-joker]

Snake in the Garden~Yandere! Lucifer X Reader

Hey, guys! I hope you all are well! Today I bring you a Yandere! Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) story. I do apologize if he's OOC, I tried to make him a bit suave. I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2105

Warnings: Snakes, Kidnapping, Swearing

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I hummed as I slipped on my straw hat and sandals. Today was gardening day and I was very excited to be outside. My garden was my passion. It was something to look forward to each day after work. It was especially nice in the eighty degree weather we were having, cool breezes making it bearable to be outside. 

Grabbing my metal bucket with my shears, trowel, and gloves, I made my way out the back door of my house. My neighbor Terry was sitting on his porch rocking in his chair, basking in the sunshine. When he saw me he waved. “Yello, Y/n! Enjoying the day?”

“Of course! How about you Mr. Johnson?”

“Oh you know, just taking a sunbath while the wife is out grocery shopping. If you catch my drift.”

“Perfectly.”

“Well have fun, little lady!”

“Will do, thank you!”

I gave a simple wave and headed towards my small garden. It wasn’t the most spectacular thing, only having five or six rows of vegetables, but I was so proud of my little paradise. I set my bucket down and walked down the row of beans, inspecting each one. My humming continued as I began picking and gently setting the vegetables in my pail. As I was working I heard something hissing. Confused, I looked around and didn’t see anything. I turned back to my work. It was silent for a moment until the hissing continued. I glanced around when suddenly my eyes caught sight of something white in the bushes. I stood up and walked over, pushing the foliage to the side. I gasped when I saw a white snake, its pale pink underbelly had a large gash. I slowly reached down and stroked its back. The snake turned its head, the red eyes staring me down. “Hey there, little fellow. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt ya.”

As I continued to stroke its back, the snake must have understood my message. “Let’s get you patched up, little guy.”

I gently grabbed a hold and made sure to cradle him close. Walking back inside, I set him in my kitchen sink and went to grab supplies. I made my way to the bathroom where I grabbed some gauze and disinfectant from a cupboard. I then returned back to the kitchen. I lifted my scaly friend to flip him over and started to rub some disinfectant on his gash. I grabbed some paper towel and dabbed it dry. “Almost done, little fellow.”

Ripping off some gauze, I carefully wrapped it around the wound. Tying it off, I sealed it with a kiss from the fingertips. “And, all done! Not my best work, but it’ll do.”

The snake’s tongue flicked out in appreciation. “You know what? I think I’ll name you Red. You know, after your very beautiful red eyes!”

The white snake hissed and slithered closer to the edge of the sink. I picked him up and cuddled him close as we walked back outside. When we made it to my garden I gently let him down before I went back to work. Red stayed the whole time I was outside, slithering alongside me. When it was my time to head inside, I said my goodbyes and watched him slither back into the bushes.

After my run in with Red I would see him every time I entered my garden. I would lay out some greenery for him to eat and some water to drink all the time. He would even wrap himself around my arms as I worked. One day as I was preparing my small table, Red came out of the bushes as per usual. He slithered up my leg and I couldn’t help but giggle. “Red, that tickles! Stop! I have to get this ready!”

He just stayed there. “You silly boy.”

I caressed the top of his head and set up my nice (favorite color) tablecloth. Just as I was placing two mugs down, I heard a male voice call my name. Red slid off my leg and curled down by the table leg. I turned to see my boyfriend s/o standing at my back door. “S/o!”

I ran at him and gave a big hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Me too. We’ve been planning this little lunch date for a while.”

I led him over to the table and we sat. “I made us some tea. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, honey. You know I’m down to try anything.”

We both took a sip from our cups. “So, how has your garden been going?”

“Pretty well actually. All of my vegetables have been thriving, which is nice. I even met a new friend!”

“A new friend? Well I’d love to meet them.”

“Hold on one second.”

I leaned under the table and gently picked up my snake buddy. “This is Red. Isn’t he gorgeous? I’ve never seen a snake with a pink underbelly before.”

“Me neither. Can I see him?”

“Of course!”

I started to hand him over when suddenly Red struck forward and sunk his fangs into S/o’s hand. “Ow! God dammit that hurt!”

“Red!”

I set him down and gently took my boyfriend’s hand. “Are you alright?”

“No, your fucking snake bit me!”

I sucked on my teeth. “It does look bad. Here, let’s take you to the clinic.”

We stood up and walked to my car. I had him sit in the passenger seat while I drove.

Hours later I had dropped off S/o at his apartment. We had gotten him some antibiotics and luckily Red wasn’t poisonous. Thank god. I sighed as I slipped off my shoes and walked into my living room. I was looking at the floor when suddenly I let out a gasp. Standing staring at some of the photos on my wall was a short man, his back towards me. From what I could see he wore a big white hat, white and red jacket, white puffy pants and tall black boots. At the sound of me entering, the man turned and I couldn’t help but let out another gasp. The stranger had white skin, short blonde hair and red circles on his cheeks. His red eyes were quite striking as they seemed to stare into my soul. “Ah Y/n, you’re back! Jolly good.”

“W-who are you?”

A black cane with an apple on top magically appeared and the man gave a theatrical bow. “How rude of me. My name is Lucifer dear, but you’re probably more familiar with calling me Red.”

“R-red? But you’re a person and he was a snake…wait a minute. Lucifer? As in the Devil?”

He let out a dark chuckle and I stepped back upon seeing the two rows of sharp teeth. “Exactly!”

I gulped and ran off, trying to head for my front door. I screamed when he appeared in front of me, but this time dressed in green. I bolted towards my back door but he reappeared, this time in red. A few more Lucifers in different colored clothes surrounded me, parting to let the original through. “Look Mr. Satan sir, I didn’t summon you, nobody sacrificed me, nothing like that! Why don’t you just return to Hell and forget this ever happened!”

His cane came up under my chin and lifted my head to look into his eyes. “And forget the lovely lady that helped me? Not a chance! I was lucky I stumbled upon you that day. You see, I had gotten into a fight with a contractor and he got quite a few hits in. I got away with a stomach wound and that’s when I slithered into your life. You patched me up and made me whole!”

His face got closer to mine as he told his tale, our noses almost touching. “You’re so intoxicating, dear. Just like the apple I offered to Eve.”

My breath hitched as his lips got close. “Okay, I helped you. Now why can’t you just go away?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not? Please, leave me alone.”

A few tears collected in the corners of my eyes and he was quick to wipe them away. “I’ll explain in due time. But I’ve wasted enough time. We need to get going.”

“Going?”

“Yes! You’re coming to Hell with me!”

My eyes widened and I attempted to flee. His arm wrapped around my waist and with the other he waved his cane in the air. Golden dust began to accumulate on the floor, swooshing around and around until a portal formed. The arm around my waist forced me to walk with him. He threw his cane into the air and like magic it disappeared. “Now this may cause a slight headache but I’ll be sure to tend to it when we arrive.”

“No please-”

“In we go!”

He forced us to jump forward and I let out a shriek. I tightly closed my eyes and my stomach lifted into my throat as we fell. This feeling stayed until I landed on something soft. My body was tense as I slowly opened my eyes. It seemed we had landed in a foyer of sorts. The large marble fireplace had a roaring blaze going and from what I could see out the large Victorian windows it was night outside. The dark red clouds swirled like my nerves as I watched Lucifer fluff his jacket. He turned to me and smiled. “I apologize if I frightened you, my dear. It wasn’t my intention. I know first time portal jumping can be quite tedious.”

He adjusted his hat before sitting next to me on the deep red velvet chaise lounge. “Now then I know you skipped lunch since you took your little boy toy to the hospital, so how about some dinner? I can cook a mean steak!”

The situation was starting to be too much to handle and I couldn’t help the sobs that wracked my body. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Shh, shh. There, there.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms around me in a hug and I could feel his claws combing my hair. “It’s alright, little apple. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

He just made me cry harder. “I just want to go home!”

“This is your home now. I know it’ll take some getting used to, but I promise if you give Hell a chance you’ll forget all about silly Earth and that wretched boyfriend of yours.”

His claws dug in a bit when he brought up S/o. It made me shudder. “But he doesn’t matter anymore. I’m here for you and that’s most important.”

He pulled away slightly to wipe at my eyes, his touch gentle compared to before. “You know what will cheer you up? A nice cup of spiced hot cocoa! I’ll be right back.”

He stood and made his way towards the white door. Before leaving he gave me a smile. “Don’t go anywhere.”

The door shut softly. As soon as he was gone I quickly looked around trying to find an exit. I spotted a door opposite me. I ran to it, threw it open, and rushed out of the room. My legs carried me far as I dashed through the spiraling halls, rushing down a grand staircase, and arriving at what I assumed was the front door. I yanked them open and before I could step out an angry hiss made me pause. Two large golden snakes sat on the doorstep and stared me down harshly. I slammed the door shut and urged myself to breathe slower. “I see you’ve met David and Goliath.”

My head shot up to see Lucifer standing there without his jacket, a faint smirk on his lips. “Why the heck do you have giant snakes on your property?!”

“To protect us. Being the rulers of Hell comes with a target on your back.”

“What do you mean rulers?”

“I brought you here for a reason, Y/n, silly goose!” 

He began walking towards me. “I intend to court you and make you my Queen. I’ve been alone for seven years. My wife and I split and my daughter and I don’t have the best relationship. However, I intend to rectify that, my sweet apple. You and I are going to be together forever.”

He stopped in front of me and held my face in his hands, thumbs gently rubbing my cheekbones. My heart sank as I realized I wasn’t getting out of this any time soon and the look of adoration in Lucifer’s eyes made that fact.

[writing-fanics]

then she ran: coriolanus snow x freader [heavy angst]

summary: he’d become something colder than his very own name. she was no longer staring into the eyes of the coriolanus snow she’d fallen in love with, and so she had to run]

(some spicy scenes will be added)

more about it this is a little preview

she sacrificed a lot just to be with him. leaving behind her family in the capitol just to be with the man she loves. once seeing the small cabin by the lake with lucy gray’s covey, she realized that this was the life she truly wanted. a life away from the capitol away from panem.

she told this to him the life she wanted with his head lying on her bare chest, with only a mere blanket covering their bodies. how she would love to have him by her side in that life, living away from the capitol away from panem. going up north.

but that of course never happens as we all know. here’s a little sneak peek of what I want the ending to be.

a little girl is singing “the hanging tree” which she overheard her mother singing one day. she started singing it even though she didn’t understand the meaning behind the song.

“Briar, how do you know that song?”

Briar stopped singing and turned back towards her mother, looking down thinking she’s in trouble. “Am I in trouble?” Briar asked, looking at her mother.

She shook her head and sat down beside her daughter, “No, my little rose thorn,” She said, looking at her little girl.

“I heard you singing it one day,” Briar said looking at her mother, who sighed. Y/n knew that one day her daughter would overhear her singing a song from her past. A song that in a way told her story of how she ended up here.

“what’s it about?” she asked curiously. her mother bit her lip nervously while watching as Oscar the family dog and protector of the little cabin. Ran around in the yard.

“It’s complicated sweetheart, but I’ll tell you when you’re older.” She said, looking at her daughter. Who frowned in disappointment hearing this.

“You’re still very young my little one,” y/n said cupping her daughters cheek, smiling as she stared into her daughters blue eyes.

“and I know you have so many questions, and I have answers that I’m just not ready to give to you just yet.” She said and her daughter looked at her, despite being five years old. Briar was definitely a lot more mature than her age, she was smart and headstrong. Knew a lot of things heard only little things about the happenings outside their tiny cabin. But not much.

A/n:

I might make it more cheerful though or bittersweet, maybe making briar two years old and she’s playing outside on the porch. Y/n sitting on a rocking chair while her daughter plays with Oscar

she goes inside for a quick moment to get something telling Oscar to watch her and the dog barks understanding the assignment.

when she looks out the window it’s snowing, and briar is like. “mommy mommy! s snowy” she exclaims, watching as the little girl plays in the snow.

yes her love for snow is gone now, having moved on. but still couldn’t help but imagine how different her life would be if he was here with her..

Imma write this

[crazylittlejester]

RAHH your wars smile post has given me so many thoughts

first off it’s sad that the fact that wars is at his most genuine the time he really smiles just because he feels happy is when he is literally alone and by himself.

second off the FIC THIS COULD MAKE DONT GIVE ME IDEAS BRO like wars thinking he’s alone when they’re all at the ranch and wind and twi are having fun outside, legend and Hyrule and wild are causing mischief, sky’s taking a well deserved nap, fours reading by a tree, and time gets to spend TIME (pun haha I hate myself grr) with his wife. And wars is just, happy genuinely because everything’s fine he’s on the porch alone in a rocking chair, the most relaxed and happy he’s ever been in forever and they’re just this goofy little grin on his face because my man is happy LET HIM GRIN. and if time saw it from the corner of his eye out the window then that’s his business. and yes eventually legend and twi have to drag him in cus he took a snooze but shhh they’re all happy

okay first of all i love absolutely everything you’ve just said, but wanna add somethin’ cos I ran out of the ability to add more pictures to that post so the yap was cut a bit short, but you reminded me of another thing I’d meant to say alkhgfjhfdg SO I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND THE YAP:

Yes for the most part, Warriors’s real smile is almost a ‘hidden’ thing, it only comes out in full when he’s alone or no one’s looking. HOWEVER: There are a few instances where his little crooked smile is a bit more clear, even when he’s still talking with the others (not fully 100% his real smile, but you can see the one same side of his mouth a tad higher than his fake straight smile). And it’s always moments where he just seems a little bit more relaxed. Specially in ‘Regroup’ when he and Hyrule have just come back and Legend has his bright pink hair and Wars is teasing both him and Sky. When he first comes in and he’s being a bit over the top his smile is clearly more even and straight, even when he’s teasing the others a bit

@/linkeduniverse

but the thing i find interesting about this is he’s standing up talking to a group of people sitting down. He’s the center of attention, he’s aware of it, they’re all looking at him and he knows it. He’s probably a lot more focused on how the others are looking at and perceiving him, they’re LITERALLY physically looking up at him. He’s taller than them because he’s the one standing. On the page AFTER this one, however, once he’s sat down and towards the end of his conversation (including the entire page so people can see how everyone else is physically existing in the space):

now here he seems a little bit more relaxed, and while in the first part of the page the way he’s acting and speaking still comes off as performative, that last panel of him on the bottom seems a little bit less of an act. He doesn’t come off quite as (for lack of a better description) cocky, he seems a little more genuine and down to earth and chill in the way he teases Sky right there, and his smile is a little more crooked than it usually is when he’s joking around with the others. He just went on this whole thing about how he and Hyrule totally had it handled and the two of them were very badass, but he’s poking fun of Sky in an extremely lighthearted way and now that he’s reaching the end of what he has to say he seems… Not like he’s running out of ENERGY, but like he’s just taking the dramatics down and acting just a bit more like himself

Also: He’s no longer standing above them and being intentionally larger than life. He’s still acting a bit, he almost always is, but he seems much more relaxed, and he’s actually put himself in a position where he’s physically beneath the others with the only other person sitting on the ground is Legend. And as someone who is a certified YAPPER, I know when I have a yap coming, I stand up and I say my shit but when I’m getting to the end of the yap I sit down and take a chance to be quiet. And this might just be me, but that does seem like what Warriors is doing here. He’s done his bit, he got his yap in, but he’s done now and probably tired after battle and walking all over the place, and he’s bringing himself AND his energy down to get ready to eat and calm down for the night

The others may not have really seen his REAL smile (or if they did Wars has no idea because he wasn’t aware he was being watched), but they’ve certainly caught glimpses of it in moments where Wars is able to relax just a little more. And I feel like maybe they’re even able to recognize that. Maybe it makes them feel a little bit sad when they realize that Wars’s flashy obnoxious grin isn’t a ‘real’ one at all, because I’m sure to an extent he probably does feel a bit happy when he’s laughing and joking around with the others but that straight, even smile is a controlled thing and not a true expression of his happiness

Now this may be completely a headcanon of mine: But I do feel like Warriors is a person who greatly values his physical space. He likes being alone (not being lonely), he likes getting to take time by himself to just breathe and appreciate what’s around him, and he doesn’t have to deal with the crushing pressure of being the person everyone thinks he is. He can smile at things and not worry about the fact his real smile isn’t perfect because no one’s watching him. He can allow himself to maybe actually be happy for a second when he’s alone because he can really just relax

IF YOU WRITE THAT FIC AND SHARE IT ANYWHERE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU TO SEND ME A LINK 🥺 I love the idea of him just falling asleep on the porch in a rocking chair OUGH. IM OBSESSED WITH IT.

anyways sorry for yappin, i turn into an unskippable cutscene when people mention Wars

[onemoregayapollokid]

Threads of Time

Fandom:

Charaachter: Will Treaty, Halt, Alyss(mentioned)

Triggers: death? It's not a explicit death by any means

Description: Death keeps running into Will. Finally, at the end of Will's life, they sit down for a conversation.

A/N: This has been sitting half finished in my drafts for MONTHS and inspiration finally hit me tonight. Let me know your thoughts, I guess? Or don't- I'm not your parent.

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Death knew the man before him well. He had seen him many times over many years, always passing by him while accompanying another person to their afterlife. Death watched silent and unseen as the elderly ranger reached down and patted the black and white dog that lay beside him. Death had watched this man grow up, a unique and uncommon occurrence for the one normally working with the dead. The man sat back against the seat, sighing contently. He glanced up at Death, and for a moment, Death thought he could see him. But that was impossible. No one could see him unless they were dead, and the man was very much alive.  

“Hello, old friend” The man greeted, a soft smile on his face. Death shook his head. Of course this man could see him. He ghosted closer, surveying the old ranger. Grey hair and beard, though Death knew they used to be brown. His brown eyes still held a spark of humour, as if he knew a joke no one else did. His face was weathered from a lifetime of being outside, with wrinkles that spoke of years of laughter. 

“Hello, Will” Death replied, returning the man’s smile.   

“Sit with me?” Will offered, gesturing to the chair beside him. Death quirked an eyebrow but sat down, nonetheless.  

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Will offered, gaze centered on the trees just beyond the porch. Death nodded. Most rangers, if they weren't lost in battle, spent long years waiting for Him.  Most of them weren’t as aware of Him as Will was though. Will continued, never looking away from the trees.  

“I was always aware of you. Even as a child. Then as an adult, I saw you often, on battlefields and missons. I always knew you’d come for me one day. To be honest, I thought it would be a lot earlier. After all, I was 15 the first time I met you.”  

“No Will.” Death’s voice was gentle. “You were much younger than 15.” At this, Will finally looked at Death, looking at him without flinching, a look of confusion on his face.  

“You were just an infant, when I took your mother. You were there and I knew there was something special about you. You looked at me and you saw me. Will, very few people in my millennia of work have seen me.  I’m glad the other man was there, otherwise I would have taken you too. It wasn’t your time but I’d rather you have the mercy of a swift end, than slowly starve to death.”  

“Halt. “Will said softly, a ghost of a smile on his face. “That was Halt. He was my mentor, and the closest thing to a father I had in this life”  

“ Halt was one of the ones I hated to take.  He had more time than he should have, but I just couldn’t bear to rip him from this world. I gave him more stolen moments than I should have and it still didn’t feel like enough time. I hated to take him from you, to take another father from you. “ 

“His death rocked me to my core.” Will admitted. “ I had known him since I was 15, and even all those years weren’t enough. We talked often, in his last days, of our first days. He finally told me how scared he was when I faced that boar. “Will’s voice softened.  “That boar. I still wish I had been braver when I faced the boar. “Death shook his head.  

“ Will, you were a child. A child who faced terrible things and kept your humanity about you. That is worth more to anyone who matters than how brave you were. And you had plenty of bravery- I don’t know anyone else who could have handled the things you did without losing your spark. “  

“I did lose it.” Will murmured, eyes returning to the forest. “When Alyss died... I lost everything. “There was no bitterness in his voice, just acceptance and pain. “When she died, I wanted to join her. I wanted to go into the forest, and let the moss reclaim my body, and let the trees take my breath. “Will took a ragged breath, eyes misty as he thought of the time at once eons ago and also yesterday. 

“I know Will.” Death’s voice was low, his pale face somber.” I don’t write your story- I just come when your time is up. But Fate played a cruel trick on you and for that, I am sorry. I wish I could have given you more time together. Just as I wish I could have given Horace and Cassandra more time together. “  

“Horace and Cassandra.” Will whispered with a pained smile. “At least they went together. “Death nodded.  

“It was the final kindness I could give them. “He explained.  

“Cassandra kept me alive in Skandia.” Will offered.” Skandia.” He chuckled lowly. “I saw you everywhere in Skandia.” Death nodded, thinking of the thousands of souls he had helped cross in Skandia.  

“The Skandian slaveyards under Ragnar kept me very busy indeed. So many souls in need of assistance, so much pain that I often had to choose to cut their time short, just to save them suffering. And you, Will. You were there, slipping closer and closer towards me every day. I longed to take you away from that and was also desperate to keep your soul connected to your body. You were a conundrum, always intertwined with the soul I was there for.  I was glad when I saw you leaving Skandia.” Will agreed silently.  

“I didn’t think I was going to leave Skandia alive” Will admitted. “I knew Halt would come for me, I never doubted that, but I thought I’d be dead by the time he found us.“ Death shook his head, surveying the man in front of him.  

“ Halt would have died before leaving you there.” Was all Death could say. Will nodded, knowing that Death spoke the truth.  

Silence reined over the cabin, broken only by a songbird. Will’s eyes took in his cabin, the place that had been home for him for most of his life. The woods he had spent so many hours in, training first with Halt and then with Horace. The small lean that had held so many horses, each sharing the same name. The path leading to the Village, worn from years of use. The cabin itself that held the echoes of laughter. Will sighed as he stood up. He glanced back at Death, still seated on the chair.  

“What comes next?” Will asked softly. Death smiled.  

“Well now, that depends on what you believe. I am just the messenger, where you end up depends on you. “Will was silent for a moment more before he said “ I believe I’ll end up wherever Halt is” Death smiled. He stood up and slowly made his way down the stpes of the cabin. He turned to look back at Will, who was gazing at the cabin again.  

“Do you need more time?” Death asked softly, understanding. Will glanced at him before moving to stand beside him.  

“No. I’ve had plenty of time. I’m ready to go. Ready to see Halt and Alyss. Just saying goodbye.” Death nodded leading the way to where he had come out, a small tree with twisted branches forming a doorway between this world and wherever Will Treaty was headed. Will stopped directly in front of the tree, glancing back at Death on last time.  

“Thank you, old friend” Was all he said. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the doorway and vanished from sight.  

“ Goodbye, Will Treaty. May your rest be long and your journey peaceful” Death whispered, closing the doorway with nothing more than a thought. He turned his back on the little cabin nestled in the woods, and like he had so many times before moved on to the next transfer, but his thoughts remained steadfastly  on the man who he had spent so much time with over the course of his life.  

Will blinked as the light that had blinded him faded. Halt’s cabin was jsut as he had left it, smoke curling from the chimney, the smell of coffee in the air. A figure lifted his head as Will approached.  

“Hello Will. Halt said with a smile

[doeeyeseddie]

For the soft prompts:

16, Buddie

how could i resist writing something for "laughing while kissing"? thank you for sending the prompt <3

[read on ao3]

It’s late, the kids are in bed – even Chris is in his room, though he’s probably still up reading or on his phone, Buck only made sure he turned off his laptop – and his husband is waiting for him by the back door with a smile.

“Sit outside with me?” Eddie asks, and Buck grabs the hand he’s holding out. He’d follow Eddie anywhere, and their backyard is one of the least scary places he’s followed him to.

The backyard is lit by the string lights they put up last year, a few months after they moved in. One of the neighbors is having a party, laughter and the distant sound of music wading over to them.

They’ve got a Hollywood swing on the porch, one of the big 4-seater ones that Christopher insisted on getting, now that they have the room. Buck and Eddie often sit on it in the evenings, and Buck always thinks of that cliché of an old couple on their rocking chairs. If he and Eddie get to grow old together on this swing, he’ll have fulfilled a dream he’s had since before he could articulate it.

Tonight, though, Eddie leads him past it and off the porch into the middle of the backyard.

“Where are we going?” Buck asks, curious but not worried. “I thought we were just gonna sit out here.”

“Changed my mind,” Eddie says, grinning in that playful way he’s only started doing in the past few years, in the time after his breakdown and his way out of all the pain and repression. Buck loves it.

Eddie pulls on his hand sharply, and Buck stumbles into him, bracing himself with a hand on his chest. Still grinning, Eddie wraps an arm around him and lifts their joined hands in the approximation of a dancing pose.

Buck laughs. “We’re dancing?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, swaying them back and forth in the rhythm of the song playing in the distance. “We’re dancing.”

Buck smiles and steps closer, letting go of Eddie’s hand so he can wrap his arm around his shoulders instead. Eddie adjusts easily, leading them in small circles around their backyard.

“Did you ever think we’d end up here?” Buck asks quietly after a few minutes, his temple pressed to Eddie’s.

“If someone had told me that first day we’d end up here, I would’ve sent them in for a brain scan,” Eddie answers, and Buck pinches his chest lightly, grinning into his neck. Eddie laughs. “No, I don’t know. I mean, after a certain point I hoped we would, but I don’t think I really believed it until we got married.”

“Sometimes I still don’t believe it,” Buck admits, and Eddie turns his head to kiss his cheek, his lips trailing all the way back to his ear.

“Well, believe it,” he murmurs. “None of us are going anywhere.”

Buck smiles, thinking of the rest of their family in their house behind them. This is his life, and he gets to keep it. Gets to keep them, be kept by them.

“I love you,” he says, and Eddie squeezes his waist, kisses the spot right below his ear.

“I love you,” he echoes, and Buck will never ever get tired of hearing those words from him.

The music in the distance switches to a more uptempo song, and Eddie speeds them up too, spinning faster. Buck grabs his hand again and lets Eddie spin him, laughing.

“I’m gonna get dizzy,” he warns, and Eddie wraps him in his arms for a moment before twirling him again.

“I’ll catch you,” he promises.

He will, he always has, but Buck changes the placement of his hands anyway, using Eddie’s surprise to spin them once quickly, and then dipping Eddie.

Eddie lets out a yelp that turns into a laugh halfway down, his hands clinging to Buck’s shoulders tightly.

“You dick,” he laughs, and Buck kisses his bared throat, keeping them in this position for now. 

“Revenge,” he says, laughing when Eddie kicks a leg up and tries wrapping it around the back of Buck’s. 

It’s not a big change and doesn’t make Eddie much heavier in his arms, but it’s still enough to make Buck lose balance. He tries to catch himself unsuccessfully but topples over, trying to control Eddie’s fall as much as possible, which means that his hands are so busy catching his husband that he can’t catch himself and lands right on top of him with a breathless, “oof.”

“You okay?” Eddie asks, and Buck lifts himself onto his elbow so he doesn’t crush him anymore.

“Yeah, are you?” he asks back. “I’m sorry–”

“It was my fault, Buck,” Eddie interrupts him, grinning again already. “And you know I don’t mind having you on top of me.”

Buck snorts. “You could’ve just said. There are easier ways to get me in this position.”

“Yeah, I know exactly how easy you are,” Eddie teases, and then he’s laughing again, his body shaking under Buck’s, and Buck can’t help but join in.

“You’re an idiot,” he says without any heat, and Eddie’s hand comes up to cup the back of his head.

“But you still married me,” he says, sounding so pleased about it that Buck has to laugh again, and bend down to kiss him.

“What can I say,” he murmurs, his grin meeting Eddie’s. “You’re my idiot.”

Eddie laughs into his mouth and keeps kissing him, right here on the dry grass in their backyard, someone else’s music the distant soundtrack.

[tf2-oneshots]

Can you do a sfw one shot of when heavy introduces medic to his family (besides Zhanna) ?

Ooh yes!!

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

Medic straightens his tie in the car before fixing his glasses. In his lap sits a bouquet of flowers he picked up earlier with Heavy. Reassuring himself that he looked fine, he turns to see Heavy opening his door for him. With a smile, the doctor steps out.

“Such a gentleman. How did I get so lucky, Misha?” The two share a kiss, chuckling at Medic’s playful tone. Hands clasped together, they walk onto the porch and enter the house.

“Was raised to treat lover well.” With their jobs as mercenaries complete, Heavy bought the home for his mother, Nadia. There, she spends her days babysitting grandchildren and enjoying the warm days in her rocking chair. A pleasant way to retire after years in the tundra.

“Mother? I have Doktor.” They walk down the hall where Nadia emerges from the kitchen. She takes off her apron, approaching Medic with a warm smile. She’s always dreamed of the day her precious son would bring someone home. No more worries about fighting and hiding in the wilderness. Now, Misha can enjoy his life.

“You must be Ludwig. My Misha always speaks of you.” The remark makes Heavy blush! She brings Medic into a hug before accepting her flowers. They look beautiful and miraculously match the carpet. Such a kind gesture of him.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Nadia ushers the two into the dining room where Zhanna, Yana, and Bronislava sit at the table. Zhanna welcomes them whereas her sisters rush over to greet the esteemed German.

“You are the handsome doctor brother mentions!” Yana gives him a hug while Bronislava looks over the man. He’s exactly as described. Tall, well built, and handsome as ever. Medic looks to Heavy only to see the man blushing even harder now.

“Sisters! Do not embarrass me…” Heavy groans as the two giggle and return to their seats. Quite the handful of siblings he has, but he loves them dearly. Seated at the table, Nadia sets dinner down. As dinner goes on, Medic is hit with endless questions. Where was he born? When did they meet? When will the wedding be?

“Aheh, I’m flattered to have your blessings so soon. We’ll be married soon enough. That I promise.” Little did either men know that they both had wedding bands stashed away, saved for the perfect moment.

[mathisshiftss]

A scenario in my Coffee Shop DR

Spencer comes by my apartment and meets my neighbor for the first time. I help her out and he knows about that, he’d never expected to meet her, though.

It’s a nice day out. Not too busy, not too hot, the perfect weather for bumble bees and my 68 year old neighbor, Margaret to be sitting on her porch. I hadn’t even thought of that when I decided to bring Spencer home with me. It isn’t like it was the first time, but it is the first time that Margaret was on the porch, watching people go by while doing her crossword.

We walk up the porch steps and she turns to me, smiling kindly.

“My Mattie! How have you been?” She says, standing up. I walk over and hug her, as I know that’s what she’s expecting.

“Hi Margie.” I say softly. “I’ve been g—“

She interrupts me with “Who’s this?” She lets go of me, walking slowly over to Spencer.

“I’m Spencer..” He says, holding his hand out to her.

“He’s the one I told you about.” I say gently.

The woman is small, old. Her hands are shaky and her hair is stringy. She always smells like baked goods, as she spends most of her time baking. Save for days like this, which she spends sitting on the porch.

“Oh!” She says with a smile. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“A— A lot?” Spencer stutters. I giggle.

“Nothing bad.” I say softly.

“No, nothing bad. My Mattie doesn’t say anything bad about anyone, I just stop hearing about them.” She says with a smile. “He is absolutely smitten for you though, Doctor.”

Spencer looks confused. “Doctor?”

“Well you are a doctor, right?” She says.

“I am, I have a doctorate. Well, a few, actually.” He admits. I notice how he rubs the back of his head.

“I hate to go inside on a beautiful day like this, but I’ll make an exception for my favorite boys, I have cookies in the oven and I’d like for you to hang out for a little while until they’re done.” She says with a smile, opening the door.

Once we’re all inside she shuffles over to her rocking chair and she sits down. One of her two cats joins her and sits on her lap. Her apartment is cozy. Small, like mine. She’s lived here her whole life, so there are stories around the whole place. There’s a piano with books and flowers on it, there’s a couch with the classic grandma print. She isn’t a grandma, though. She never had any kids. Spencer looks around while I take my seat on the piano bench, as I always do. She loves when I play for her.

“Matt’s my little helper.” She says with a smile as Spencer walks around. “Sometimes I have days where I have a hard time taking care of myself, he checks on me just about every day.”

“I have a key.” I say with a smile.

Spencer makes his way over to a small table, it has a candle and a photo of a man in black and white. He studies it for a moment and Margaret notices.

“That’s my husband.” She says. “Isn’t he handsome?”

“Very.” Spencer says with a gentle smile.

“He passed away in ‘nam.” She says with a melancholy smile. “I never remarried.”

“Margs is loyal like that.” I say gently.

“Oh, Matt, you should play us something.” Margaret claps her hands together excitedly. I smile and turn around, picking the key cover up.

“Any requests?” I ask, my fingers resting on the keys.

“Something by Chet Baker.” She says with a smile. Then, she turns to Spencer. “He’s my favorite.”

“Chet Baker it is.” I say. Then, I play the intro to a song. The song Everything Happens To Me fills the room. I sing it smoothly, softly under the piano. Spencer sits down on the couch, watching me. I can hear the conversation Spencer and Margaret are having. Something about Spencer’s job. Then, the subject shifts to Margaret’s husband.

Then, somehow, they talk about me. When I hear my name I stumble over the words in the song. I know that Margaret would want me to keep playing, so I do. She used to be a music teacher, so she’s like that.

Whenever I finish playing the song, Margaret excuses herself to take the cookies out of the oven. She calls for me and I come running in.

“Yeah? What do you need?” I ask quickly, glancing briefly into the living room. Spencer is looking through Margaret’s books.

“I need to talk to you.” She says with a smile, setting the cookies one by one on a cooling rack. “About that boy of yours out there.”

My heart drops and I go pale. She doesn’t like him, I’m sure.

“Oh, what? What about him?” I ask. I rub my forearm nervously.

“He’s a very nice boy.” She says with a warm smile as she sets the cookies down. “He likes you quite a lot.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “You think so?”

“I know so.” She says. “I have an eye for this kind of thing, Mattie.”

“I know you do, Margs, I’m—“ I pause. “You really think he does?”

“I think you know he does too.” She says with a smile. “Cookie?”

“Sure.” I say, taking one. “So—“

“Mattie, don’t ask me again.” She says, looking over at me. “Really, he’s smitten. Trust me. You can go back out now.”

I nod, and leave the kitchen, walking over to Spencer. I lean my head on his shoulder as he cards through one of the books, quick reading it.

“Is it good?” I ask softly, looking at him with affection.

“Mhm.” He says, nodding. I kiss his cheek before going and sitting down.

We hang out with Margaret for a couple of hours, both inside and out. I help her with her dishes, her hands get too shaky and weak so it’s hard for her to put them away. After everything, Spencer and I go upstairs, saying goodbye to Margaret. He ends up staying the night and we talk a lot about Margaret. I tell him about the stories she’s told me, that she’ll probably tell him in the future.

————

By the way, the song that was mentioned in the scenario is beautiful, you should absolutely listen to it if you get the chance. Chet Baker is (was?) an insanely talented musician! Definitely give his songs a listen. Everything Happens To Me and I Fall In Love Too Easily are my favorites by him!!

[whumpr]

Stay a While

“Y’ come to see me just to sit?” He asked.

Let's look back to younger Cedar! He's going through it. Needs some good old fashioned late night porch therapy.

Contains: Comfort, Emotional Whump, Identity Crisis/Doubts, Gender Dysphoria, Brief Mention of Detransition

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It was December, close to Christmas. But the air was warm and light like late summer. Cedar stared out over the field in the darkness, nothing between him and the horizon. There wasn’t a sound around him but the rustle of the cool wind over the tall grass. He looked up to the sky overhead, unnaturally vibrant and dazzling stars danced in constellations he didn’t recognize.

A screen door swung shut behind him. He turned to see a house standing alone, old wood and a faded red door cast in the welcoming orange glow of a buzzing porch light.

An old man settled into a rocking chair with a mug in each hand. He set one down on the floor next to him, and the other on a small side table beside a rickety porch swing.

He didn’t look at Cedar.

Cedar made his way to the porch steps.

“Is that for me?” He asked, fingers following chipped paint and splintered wood.

“If y’ want it.” The old man replied.

Cedar looked into the mug on the end table; steam drifted out of pitch black coffee. It smelled like it’d been made over a campfire. Somehow, that unfamiliar night sky swirled through it like cream.

“Am I asleep right now?” Cedar asked.

“I’m sure you are, somewhere.” The old man answered.

Cedar looked at the old man, then back down to his coffee. He sat down on the porch swing and pulled his feet up under him.

Neither one of them spoke for a while. Cedar watched the empty field in silence. The old man lifted his mug off the floor, took a sip, and set it back down.

“Y’ come to see me just to sit?” He asked.

Cedar looked over at the old man. He still didn’t look at Cedar.

“…I don’t know.” Cedar answered after a moment. He pulled a blanket off the back of the swing to cover his legs. “Nothing important enough to be here.”

“Must feel important.” The old man answered. He lifted his mug off the ground, took another sip, and set it down again. “T’come all the way out here.”

The silence stretched on for a moment longer.

“I just don’t wanna waste your time with it.”

“I ain’t got nowhere to be.”

Cedar looked down at his hands, at the dark hair just starting to creep up the backs of his wrists. He wondered if people still thought his hands looked feminine.

“I just…” He started, folding his hands over the top of the blanket. “What if this isn’t right?”

The old man didn’t say anything. Cedar didn’t want him to.

“I mean, I just started T and I… I mean I’ve wanted this for so long. But now that I have it I just feel…” He hesitated. Self hatred felt heavy on his tongue. It felt wrong to admit. “I feel gross. I feel awkward, and clunky, and my facial hair hurts like hell when it’s growing in. And I’m self conscious all the time. I’m just realizing how I’ve never, really related to people before this. It’s like I’m starting from scratch. It’s like I’m a kid again. I feel too young.”

The old man raised his eyebrows. One leg crossed over the other and he reached down for his mug again.

“I mean. I’m 19.” Cedar added sheepishly. “I am young. I know that. It just feels like no one else is as young as me. It feels like everyone else knows where they’re going. And–”

Cedar gripped the blanket tighter. His voice tightened in his throat. “I know I’m not wrong. But what if I get to the end, like, five years down the line and I don’t like it? Then I’m like, halfway through my twenties? Halfway through my twenties and I have to start over, I have to figure out something else.”

He looked out over the old man’s land. Darkness swallowed the landscape only a few yards past the porch. It felt like they were the only people alive.

“I just, I know I’d never go back. I know I’d never go back. I don’t want to detransition, or change anything, it's just…” His voice was soft and small, his hands gripped the blanket tighter to keep from shaking. “It’s hard right now. What if it doesn’t get better?”

He lifted the collar of his shirt to wipe his eyes, looking up to see he was in the passenger seat of the old man’s truck. It was bright out, and the windows were down. The wind was blowing noisily through the cab, and the sun was setting behind them in a way that it glared off the face of the radio and kept Cedar from checking the time. The old man drove with his hands at the top of the steering wheel.

“Does it feel right?” The old man asked.

Cedar blinked, looking up at him. The old man’s hat cast a stark shadow over his eyes. Cedar noticed the cigarette hanging between his fingers.

Cedar’s voice threatened to waver if he spoke again too soon, but he cleared his throat and spoke anyway. “Uh. I guess. Yeah. It feels right… where are we going?” He fumbled for a switch for his window beside him, finally looking over to see the crank sitting lower on the door.

“Woah,” Cedar wiped his eyes, leaning down to roll up the window manually. “How old is this truck? You keep it running yourself?”

“She doesn’t give me much trouble. My boys take care of her when she does though.”

He didn’t answer the other questions. Cedar decided not to press it. He rolled up the window and stopped halfway, just enough to keep the wind from drowning out the conversation. He leaned his head against the doorframe, watching the road curve and straighten in front of them as they drove.

“Where are we going?” He asked again.

“Just wanna show you something.” The old man answered.

“Can I lean my seat back ‘til we get there?”

The old man gave a hum of approval. Cedar searched along the side of his seat for the lever and let his seat fall all the way back. He was standing again when he opened his eyes–this time at the quarry where he used to spend his summers. He hadn’t been back since his senior year. Transitioning had made it too uncomfortable–his binders never mixed well with swimming, and he could never shake the feelings of strangers’ eyes on him.

This time, no one noticed him, he stood like a ghost in the shallows of the water. People around him screamed and laughed and shared drinks out of cheap looking coolers. Music echoed off the walls of the quarry. Cedar could feel the sun on his chest.

“How’s that feel?” The old man’s voice asked beneath the noise.

Cedar reached a hand up, closing his eyes and letting his fingers spread flat over his bare chest. He felt the ridges of new scars, not yet healed and not yet ready for the sunlight, warm under his fingertips and soaked in light against some future surgeon’s wishes.

“It feels right.” He answered.

He opened his eyes again to find himself back on the old man’s porch. The field in front of him was filled with the soft blinking of floating fireflies, cicadas cried distantly, filling the space between Cedar and the horizon

He looked over his shoulder, the old man sat in his rocking chair with his empty mug in his hands. The porch swing rocked gently in the breeze.

“I have to go back soon.” Cedar said.

“Sooner or later.” Time replied.

Cedar walked back to the porch swing, having a seat on the edge. The fireflies danced over the tall grass.

“Can I stay to finish my coffee?”

“I ain’t got nowhere to be.”

[bludraws094]

if i had a nickel for every time i accidentally wrote a poem that was exactly 404 words long i would have two nickels, which isnt a lot, but its weird that it happened twice

anyways its under the cut bcus of how long it is, i feel like itd be annoying to scroll past

You sit down in the chair next to mine,

The old rocking chair

With a wicker seat that cannot take much more.

You fear that you may break it,

And so,

Not wanting to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back,

You refrain from doing what it was made to do.

I sigh,

In the plastic lawn chair you bought for me a few weeks ago,

Yet is already on the brink of breaking,

And ask what you want.

You don’t respond,

Not at first,

That is,

And simply stare off at the sunset.

You comment on how beautiful it is.

I make a small sound of agreement.

It is your turn to sigh,

As you tell me that you worry about me.

I scoff in response.

You say that you know I don't like it,

That I don't want anyone to worry about me,

That I believe I’m not worth the worry,

But you still worry regardless.

You say that you think my stubbornness will be the end of me,

That I need to accept that nothing will stay the same.

You go to say more,

But I cut you off,

Saying that I know things cannot stay the same,

But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

You don't have a response,

So we sit in silence for a few moments.

The sunset really is beautiful.

It’s much more yellow than usual,

And I can see the building storm on the horizon.

It casts everything in that sickly,

Yellow hue.

A few gaps in the clouds allow for pillars of light to shine through.

I finally break the silence,

Saying that it’s getting late.

You agree.

We both get up from our chairs,

Being wary not to break them,

As lightning strikes far in the distance.

The thunder follows,

Right as I step inside,

And shut the door.

The next day,

The ground is wet,

And the lawn chair is lying in the yard,

Smashed to pieces,

While the rocking chair is still intact.

I sit on the steps of the porch,

Thinking.

You come outside,

And sit next to me.

I sigh,

And say that I would rather you not continue your lecture,

But you don't respond.

You simply look off in the distance,

At a flock of crows.

They make hypnotic patterns,

As they fly through the sky,

And as we both sit there in silence,

Watching them.

[supersapphical]

Post canon Billiewena :)

OH billiewena, one of my favorite pairings!!!! Not gonna lie, keeping this one short was a challenge because post canon billiewena makes me want to write a whole fix it fic BUT I hope I did them justice in this short fic.

Billie and Rowena share a moment together at the end of the world. Read on AO3 or under the cut.

The reshaping of a universe without Chuck would take time, is taking time, did take time and also took no time at all. Time had to be reinvented during the reshaping of the cosmos and it took centuries and it took milliseconds and it is still taking place and has been taking place since before Chuck came into existence.

Billie, as a being of the cosmos, can feel all the other cosmic beings reworking their way through the strings of creation and she can also feel one cosmic being who is uncharacteristically still among the frantic busyness of a universe being remade.

Rowena, ruler of Hell, is sitting along the coastline of St. Ninian’s Isle, sipping a carefully brewed cup of tea. She’s in a rocking chair on a porch looking out towards the coastline off in the distance. (The entire residence will be undone in the remaking of the new world; in fact, it has already been undone.) It’s overcast but not currently raining, with enough of a chill in the air that a human might be bothered by it.

“You’re having a cup of tea at the end of the world?” Billie asks her, appearing by her side.

“There’s nothing a nice wee cup of tea can’t fix,” the queen of hell responds, calmly taking a sip. “It’s Scottish blend, the finest. Do you think it will taste different after all of this is done?”

“To us, yes,” Billie replies. “To the humans, probably not.”

Rowena sighs, “Another lovely thing lost to the passage of time.”

“More like the restructuring of time,” Billie says.

“Would you care to stay and watch for a while?” Rowena asks her.

Billie moves to stand beside Rowena in her rocking chair, looking off into the distance in the same direction Rowena does.

“I don’t suppose you’d care for some?” Rowena asks, indicating the mug in her hands.

“Human creature comforts aren’t really…my thing,” Billie says, raising an eyebrow.

“They used to be my thing,” Rowena sighs. “All I ever wanted was…”

“To be unkillable and to have every comfort in the world,” Billie finishes for her.

“That’s not too much to ask, is it?” Rowena asks primly, taking another sip of tea.

“What’s troubling you, Rowena?” Billie asks. She can feel Rowena’s energy, so still among a universe of movement. The only stagnant area in the whole of existence right now is this quiet moment Rowena has manufactured.

“Every particle in the universe is changing and most people won’t even notice the difference,” Rowena says softly.

“You’ve seen a lot—for a human,” Billie says.

“I’m not a human any longer,” Rowena sighs.

“Do you wish you still were?” Billie’s never been human but she knows how sentimental they can be, she can feel all living things deeply through their connection to death. “You’re more powerful now than you ever were before.”

“No amount of power can make you happy. I learned that over the years,” Rowena says. “And my son…he sacrificed himself rather than stay in the role I currently have.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” Billie says.

“No one can stay a human forever,” Rowena replies, eyes distant as she looks towards the coastline. “Not even in this new, hopefully better world. I suppose my post human life is better than others.”

Billie refrains from pointing out that that answer is still a non-answer and instead she says, “This is different to the creation of the world and yet—still so similar.”

“You’ve seen a lot—for a reaper,” Rowena says.

“I’m not a reaper anymore,” Billie says.

“Do you wish you still were?” Rowena asks, taking another sip of her tea.

“Being Death is…different,” Billie shrugs. “Sometimes there’s no better or worse. Things just are the way they are.”

“Like my becoming queen of hell,” Rowena says, the tea cup in her right hand gently clinking as it hits the saucer in her left hand. “Though I suppose the transition was easier for you.”

“Perhaps not,” Billie says.

“It wasn’t easier for you?” Rowena asks. “Aren’t reapers and Death made of the same…stuff? You feel similar to your reapers.”

“I suppose it's true we were made from the same cosmic powers,” Billie says. “We are connected but we are not…one. And being Death it’s…the grand scheme of things is clearer. I’m no longer a reaper working as a single cog in the mechanism of fate. Now I’m…”

“The engineer sent to fix the mechanism of fate?” Rowena suggests.

“Hm, I suppose that’s an apt enough metaphor,” Billie says.

“And that’s hard for you? Hard enough that you think this change was easier for me?”

“Human beings…they’re in a constant state of flux,” Billie muses. "For a human to become something that is no longer human is just another change for you in your ever changing lives.”

“You thought you’d be a reaper forever,” Rowena says sympathetically.

“I’ve been a reaper since before this world was born, I always thought I’d be a reaper when it ended,” Billie says quietly.

Rowena sets her teacup down and stands up. Moving close to her, she gently places her hand on Billie’s face, her thumb stroking Billie’s cheekbone. Billie can feel her energy reaching out and Billie sighs a bit and allows Rowena in. Rowena had been one of the most powerful humans Billie had ever met but she had still been human. Now, as ruler of hell, she’s made of something more celestial. Rowena’s energy washes over her. Her steadfast resolve is something that Billie has always admired. Rowena has been knocked down many times and she has never failed to get back up again. It’s so very human of her and something that comforts Billie in this moment, when everything around her is changing. Rowena’s energy flows through her, an energy that knows how to meet adversity and bend but not break. Billie remembers when she comforted Rowena with words when she was a witch. Words were the only thing her human brain would have understood. Now Rowena is able to soothe her with a cosmic exchange of energies a human would never understand.

They stand there together while the reshaping of the world goes on around them, for a single moment and for many moments and for every moment that ever existed and ever will exist. They stand there while time stretches on and wraps around them and skips ahead and reverses and repeats, swirling frantically around this one moment held still by Rowena’s powers.

“It’s the end of the world as we know it,” Rowena gives Billie a sly smile. “And how are we feeling?”

“I feel fine,” Billie’s mouth twitches but she doesn’t allow herself to smile at Rowena’s joke.

“Will we still have that song in this brand new world order?” Rowena asks.

“In some iteration or another,” Billie says.

“I suppose I’ve been idle long enough,” Rowena sighs, letting her hand fall and stepping away. “Time to dive back into the chaos, then?"

“Well, it wouldn't be much of a universe without either of us," Billie says.

Rowena gives her a small, satisfied smile.

Billie dematerializes first, her consciousness moving away from the frozen moment she shared with Rowena and out towards the magnificent chaos of a whole universe being reorientated. Rowena soon follows, chasing after her into a swirling mass of primordial atoms that were to become and have become and are the brand new universe.

[cowboykill3r]

september summer

The front porch of my house has been my favorite location on campus since returning back for senior year. Any time of day, there is so much movement. The lady across the street is out on the front porch at the moment, and I see her dogs staring at me from behind the glass front door. Noses pressed up against the glass, two fully-grown German shepherds are trading places in front of the window to monitor the situation. She’s running a yard sale, and her lawn is full of assorted goods, rugs, lamps, chairs, and some beautiful ceramic pieces. There’s a ceramic dish shaped like a flower with delft blue edges and beautiful gold trim that I can see from where I’m sitting, and I might take a look at it once I’ve worked up the confidence to introduce myself. She’s older than I am, with grey-blonde hair and glasses, sitting on a rocking chair reading a book and enjoying the last bit of summer sun. The second September rolled around, the temperature dipped into the forties as if to prove that autumn was on our doorstep. The sunshine was still warm and inviting through the window, but when you step outside trying to enjoy its rays, you’re hit with the brutal realization that summer is drawing to a close. 

When the air feels like that, it reminds me of St. Louis. I moved there in middle school, and after living almost all my life in the South, I was unprepared for the variable seasons. Texas does not have a true fall; our trees were darker shades of green and were never allowed the time it took to create colorful displays as the days got shorter. The treeline would be painted in blazing shades of gold and red and orange, and all I could think about was how more aware of my breath I was, and the ends of my sweaters were never quite long enough to cover up the tips of my fingers met with cold air. I lived there for five years before moving back to Texas, but I never felt as if it was enough time to truly settle into feeling that way more than one or two months out of the year. Even now, the cold makes me feel restless. 

It’s late afternoon by now, but it is still warm enough to sit here in the shade and breathe in the end-of-summer air. A neighborhood boy just got home from school and couldn’t be more than ten years old. He tossed his backpack down on the grass in his front yard and threw his head back, sunshine glowing against his blond hair. He is outside most afternoons, investigating the neighbors and running laps around the houses. He takes a break to go inside and grabs an orange to messily peel apart while sitting on the sidewalk. Face turned up against the sun, he discards the peel without a thought in the dirt of the garden box lining the edge of my porch. I don’t say anything. It reminds me of when we lived in Florida when I was just a bit younger than him. My brothers and I were little kids playing in the dirt, fingers covered in freshly peeled oranges. I didn't know my times tables. My dad was in remission. The housing crisis hadn’t quite hit yet. You could still hear my grandpa play his harmonica in the evenings, and the sun felt so thick and hot and sweet on your skin that it might just boil you down into syrup like it would an ice cream cone. It was a window of time where everything was warm and uncharted. The garden box circling our porch is falling apart and hasn’t been shown love in a long time. I’ve thought about going to Home Depot and buying some cold-hearty plants that could withstand the winters here. I used to garden with my dad in Florida, where the soil was rich, the air was thick with humidity, and everything grew, whether you meant for it or not. Except I graduate this year, and I’ll be moving out in May. What's the purpose of nurturing a garden you won’t be around to tend to? 

[cancerian-woman]

A rough draft of an excerpt that belongs to this au:

“Good morning,” Bonnie whispered, peeping her head out on the back porch. Of course, this is where Klaus would be. Sitting on the deck, listening to the birds chirp while chatting with their daughter. “I was wondering where you two went. You know I hate the silence of a empty room.” 

Klaus was rocking an active two-month old Hazel. “Sorry, my love, the littlest witch had awoken and I couldn’t resist. She’s exquisite company.” After easing the infant gently inside her bassinet. Klaus’ sped from the rocking chair and back with Bonnie on his lap.

Klaus could list a heavy amount of things he missed with Hope. All of her firsts went to Rebekah. On and off fighting with Hayley upon Hope’s return. Missing four years of her life from Marcel’s prison. Now, he’s adding onto that time because of the hollow. Those are secrets and anguish from another life that he will hold until he can properly explain it to Bonnie.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe she’s real.” Bonnie replied, resting on Klaus’ torso as she holds Hazel in her arms examining her features as usual. She’d never be this tiny again. Brown skin, just like her mother’s. Green eyes inherited from her great-grandfather on her mother’s side. Maybe, the next will take up after Klaus.

“Yes, I carried her for months. Made plans with you for her nursery. The shopping—but that doesn’t matter! She’s here and perfect. Is it weird that everything I’ve ever done seems insignificant compared to her? I always wanted a full home so I didn’t feel alone.”

“No,” Klaus said, admiring the warmth that filled his body watching Hazel smile and coo back at her mother. “You were always saving the day. That doesn’t mean because you saved the day it gave you joy. Hazel, was and is your choice.”

Now that held some truth. Servant of nature is what a witch was supposed to be. Not everyone could be a Bennett witch even if Bonnie willingly gave her powers up.

“Caroline and Stefan emailed me. They want me to write the real history on Bennett witches for the boarding school.” Bonnie shrugged, lowering Hazel down to her breast to feed. While Klaus tugged her tank-top off her shoulder. “While Alaric is requesting talismans and other Bennett artifacts to show the students.”

“And, you don’t want that at all.” Klaus said, raising a brow. Not that he blamed her. A Bennett grimoire and a vial of blood in the wrong hands suddenly becomes a wild card for a supernatural.

“Absolutely not.” Bonnie agreed, cradling the curly head of her daughter. “I don’t think anyone else is deserving to write my family’s history but me.” She declared. “Giving up Bennett artifacts just sounds like an accident waiting to happen. Pictures exist for a reason.”

Kissing at Bonnie’s temple. “They could make a statue in your honor. I think that is just as fitting.”

“It is, since I’m the reason Mystic Falls isn’t a wiped out town on the map. A statue and plaque should’ve been made when the school was.”

“I could build one for you in our backyard,” Klaus remarks. “Right, in the center.”

“Can we put a raincheck on that statue? There’s a ritual Bennett witches perform after an infant is born. We do it during celestial events. I never had mine but I need Hazel to have hers. She’ll be sheltered by the spirits in all ways.”

Klaus’ eyes go wide for a moment. “I wasn’t aware those occurred. Ayana had four daughters and never practiced those.”

“You didn’t know she did those. It’s really private event. Witches of the past and present attend. The bloodline wants each off-spring prepared. All our daughter has to do is show up and be cute.”

“We can do anything you want.” Klaus agrees. Hope never had a coven of witches to shelter her upon birth and accept her immediately with open arms. If the ritual is performed on Hazel that can restrict the Hallow or anyone else for that matter from chasing after the Bennett’s.

“Our daughter should meet my wolf form.“ Klaus blurts out after.

“I think she’d like that.”

[supernaturalgirl20]

I think universe is missing story where Javier Pena makes us pregnant and fucked up it all cuz he is so nervous about everything and he thinks he is a bad man. And then see the little baby bum and realise how much he is in love and how he wants big family.

I do have a fic like this Unplanned but I am more than happy to do another 😍 thank you for the request ☺️

A Lesson in Love

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, more angst, cursing, mention of giving birth, fluff.

A/N: slightly different take with this one. Javier and reader are home in Laredo and married. Mostly from Javi’s point of view.

Reblogs appreciated 🥰

Sitting on the porch swing, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand, Javier silently wonders why he came here. He shouldn’t have left, he knows it was the wrong thing to do but fuck he wasn’t prepared for the bomb you dropped. His mind thinks back on the things you’ve both overcome to get here - the highs, the lows, all that shit in Columbia, and for what? For him to panic and leave you sobbing when you tell him something that will change your lives forever. He's pathetic.

He’s so lost in his thoughts that he hasn’t noticed his pop is standing at the door, his eyes filled with concern for his son. “Everything ok Javi?”

Startled, Javier almost spills his coffee all over himself as he jumps a little. “Sorry pops - I just - I needed to clear my head.”

“Things are good with Y/N?” When he doesn’t answer straight away, Chucho closes the door behind him and settles in his rocking chair, gaze focused out onto the ranch. “You know I’m here if you want to talk?” It’s a rhetorical question, Chucho knows not to push his son, he’ll talk when he’s ready.

“I - fuck,” he shouts as he throws his cup across the lawn, the sound of it smashing filling the silence. “Did you and mom always want to have kids?” Chucho is a little shocked by his question but he doesn’t show it. His eyes flicker towards Javi for a brief moment before quickly looking away. “Honestly, no not at first. Your mom wanted babies from the minute we got married but I wanted to wait a while. I loved your mom so much that I wasn’t willing to share her with anyone else just yet. When I told her how I felt, well, as you can imagine she wasn’t too pleased and we had an awful row.”

“How did you make it up to her?” Chucho smiles fondly before turning towards his son. “Javi what’s this about?” Sitting back up straight he runs his fingers through his hair, a frustrated sigh slipping past his lips. “I - I fucked up pops. Y/N told me..” Javi’s words get stuck in his throat as tears begin to well up in his eyes. “She’s pregnant?”

“How’d you know?” Chucho lets out a chuckle as he rests his hands on his stomach. “Well I figured from your questions but I kinda had a feeling already. When she was here the other day I spotted a few of the signs. So, how did you fuck up?”

“I - well I panicked and I said some things that I shouldn’t and - god I’m never going to forgive myself but I don’t know if I want to be a father. I’m not a good person, the things I’ve done - I’m tainted.”

Chucho sits up at this and pats Javi on the knee. “What you did in Columbia you did to put evil men in prison. You made the world a little safer and that’s something to be proud of. You’re a good man Javier, your mother would be proud of you, hell I'm proud of you and you have a wife that adores you. This baby is gonna be mighty lucky to have you as a father, so you get your ass home and fix this.”

Javi stands and makes his ways down the steps of the porch before turning back to his pop. “What made you change your mind about kids?” Chucho smiles as he stares into the morning sky, “I realised that I loved your mom more than anything in this world and that if this is what she wanted then I’d do anything to make her happy. Who wouldn’t want to have physical proof of your love for one another? Then we had you and I didn’t realise I could love someone so much, we would have had another only, she got sick. Then I was even more grateful we had you, my only piece of her I have left.” Javier has tears in his eyes again as he thanks his pop and leaves, hoping that he can fix this before it’s too late.

***

When Javi arrived home he wasn’t sure what to expect, but the eerie silence that greeted him wasn’t it. A panic began to set in as he tossed his keys onto the table in the hall and moved throughout the house, each room as empty as the next. The thought that you had packed up and left while he was out slowly ripping his heart out. That’s when he heard it, the quiet sniffles that were slightly muffled and his heart gave a leap in his chest. You’re still here.

Opening the door to your shared room slowly he’s greeted by total darkness. The curtains were pulled over and your form was huddled under the duvet in the middle of the bed. It shook a little from the way your body heaved with the sobs. He did this and he hated himself even more.

His eyes flicker to the nightstand where he catches a glimpse of the sonogram you had shown him, and excitement in your eyes he’d never seen before, not even on your wedding day. Something that quickly vanished as he spoke those hurtful words.

His hand reaches out for it and his thumb runs along the picture. It looks like a bean more than a baby but it is his baby, and as he looks at it now he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. Placing it back he removes his shoes and jeans and slips under the cover, his arm wrapping around your shaking form and pulling you close. A slight gasp escapes your lips, you’d clearly not heard him and were a little shocked that someone was in the bed. “Javi?”

The broken cry of his name leaving your lips completely shatters him and he pulls you so close it’s hard to tell where you begin and he ends. “Mi amor I’m sorry, so fucking sorry. I love you and I love our baby and I should never have said those things to you. I didn’t mean it, any of it. I’m not a good man and I fight with myself everyday, telling myself that I don’t deserve you, that I’m not good enough and then you told me about the baby and all I could think about was how they’d be better off without me. You both would.”

The sniffling stopped and you’d turned in his arms to face him, hand coming to cup his cheek gently as your thumb caressed his lips. “You are the best man I know Javi and I love you with all that I am. Your hand reaches for his and you lay it atop your flat stomach. This baby is lucky to have you as its father and I know you're scared, so am I. I’m terrified but we will figure this out together.”

“I truly don’t deserve you baby.” His lips meet yours in a searing kiss and when he pulls away he rests his head against yours, eyes looking at you with such love and devotion. “You are gonna be a great mom.”

***

As the months passed and you began to show, Javier couldn’t keep his hands off you. He found any excuse to touch you and it wasn’t always in a sexual way - even though that’s how it would end. He always knew you were amazing but seeing you grow to accommodate his little girl just made him love you even more.

A girl. His pop had told him that he always knew he’d be a girl dad and he had joked that she wasn’t even born yet and had him wrapped around her finger. She did, he wouldn’t deny it. Seeing her on that monitor and hearing her heartbeat he swore that no one would ever harm her. He would always protect her no matter what.

Late at night or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it, he would lay beside you and watch as you slept. Chest rising and falling with each breath you took and he was captivated. He loved you all done up in your tight dresses and he loved you dressed in your sweats and his t-shirt but this right here, this is when you're the most beautiful.

Lying on your side a pillow between your legs and one of his t-shirts barely covering you. It was the only thing that fit now you had told him. No makeup, no hair done, a little pool of drool on the pillow, that you would deny until the grave. This is how he loved you.

It was in these quiet moments he took his opportunity to rub your growing bump and talk to his little princess. He’d tell her how you met, minus the sex and violence and how much she was loved already. He’d feel her move beneath his hand and a smile would spread over his face.

“Javi! You’ve woken her up again.” You would grumble as you slowly opened your eyes to peek at him. “I’m sorry mi amor, I got carried away. Go back to sleep.”

***

Javi was in the shower when he heard you scream his name. The shower quickly turns off; he grabs the towel and almost slips on the tiled floor as he rushes into the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” He says eyes searching your face frantically for an indication of what might be wrong. “Oh god - I think it's time. We need to get to the hospital.”

“Ok! Ok we got this I’ll get dressed and grab the bag you put on a coat and meet me at the truck.” Nodding your head you cradle your bump as you waddle out into the hall, breathing becoming heavier as you move. A million thoughts run through his head as he gathers up the things you need. When he’s sure he has everything and the house is locked up he calls his pop real quick to tell him to meet them at the hospital. Calm, gotta remain calm.

“Javi please hurry, it hurts so much. Ahhh!” He drives as fast as he can without putting everyone in danger and when he pulls up at the hospital is half Orla the truck and helps you out and into a wheelchair. He wizzes down the hall toward the maternity ward and with a touch of panic in his voice he asks a nurse for help. “It’s ok Mr Pena we’ve got it from here.” He waits outside the room while the sort you out and when the nurse opens the door he rushes past her and is straight at your side. “How’s everything looking?” He asks the nurse his gaze never leaving you. “You did well getting her here when you did, we’re nearly ready to push.” Turning your face towards him with fear in your eyes you cry out in pain again. “I can’t do this Javi. I want an epidural.”

“I’ve already explained to Mrs Pena, it’s too late for that I’m afraid. There’s gas and air to help you along and keep up with your breathing.” Javi is freaking out but he can’t show you that, you need him to be your rock so that’s what he’ll be. “You’ve got this baby, you're the strongest person I know. Just think we’re nearly there and then we will have our little princess.”

It was two hours. Two hours of muffled screams and hand squeezing and ‘I can’t do this’ and then the room is filled with her cries. A tired smile spreads over your face and Javi swears his heart has stopped. He’ll remember that sound for the rest of his life and he looks at you in awe as the nurse hands you your little girl, asking if he wants to cut the cord. He does and then is quickly back at your side, his hand on her little back as he holds his whole world in his hands.

“You did amazing mi amor,” he says, placing his lips against your softly, tears of joy slowly spilling down his cheek. “She’s beautiful just like her mama.” You smile fondly up at him, “she has your eyes, and your hair.” He takes her in now and she does have his eyes, your nose though thank god.

“Have you guys thought of a name?” The nurse asks as she finishes tidying up. You look up at him again, eyes shining brightly before your gaze falls back to your newborn baby. “Sofia Rose Pena.” He takes in a shaky breath, “are you sure?” You smile down at Sofia and simply nod your head, “yeah I’m positive. It’s only fitting that she’s named after your mother. Keep her memory alive.”

“Te amo mi amor. Wait til pop finds out. Speaking of which, can I go get him?” Fixing the blankets to cover you up you turn to him with a smile and nod, watching as he rushes out the door to get his father. Mere minutes later they both arrive and Chucho makes a beeline for you, a huge smile on his face. “She is beautiful, you did really well Y/N you should be so proud.”

“Thanks pops. You want to hold her?” He quickly removes his coat and hat and carefully takes her from your arms, cradling her into him as he sits down on one of the chairs. “Aye she is the image of you Javier, ah real Pena. No offence Y/N.”

“Oh none taken, she is all Javi. At least he can’t deny her,” you say with a slight snigger. “I would never.” He says with mock disbelief. Javi sits beside you on the bed both staring down at Chucho with little Sofia. He kisses the side of your head and leans in to whisper in your ear. “I want another one. Actually I want at least four.”

“Ok, slow down there cowboy, let’s at least wait until she’s two.”

“Whatever makes you happy baby.”

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[sarah-in-disguise]

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Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, faked death, hurt/comfort

Summary: Falling in love and planning your life with Jake was almost too easy.  After Jake goes on a last-minute mission, what does the future have in store for you?

Word Count: 2032

A/N: This is my first time writing and I’m posting this one-shot as a participant in @syntheticavenger​‘s Writer’s Camp.  Thank you so much for your help, guidance, and support, Synth!  You made this process so easy and fun and took a lot of the stress about posting my first piece away with your encouragement.  I hope you all enjoy and please comment/reblog/like!

Disclaimer: I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.  This is a work of fiction and I do not own any characters in this story.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.  Moodboard was created by me and picture sources are Google and Canva.

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Sitting on your front porch rocking chair, you close your eyes and breathe in the sweet, lilac-scented air on your family farm.  It’s almost summer, and a gentle kick to your stomach reminds you that it’s almost time to meet your baby girl.  Rubbing your hands over your belly seems to calm her down for the moment, but you know that soon it’s time to go back inside and start your nightly routine.

You’re not supposed to be here alone, but that’s how you find yourself this unseasonably warm spring evening.  Closing your eyes, you try to recall a memory of Jake sitting here with you.  It’s getting easier to stomach those memories these days, but when you open your eyes to find an empty chair next to you - a chair Jake was supposed to be occupying - you know someday your daughter will sit with you while you talk about the future and share memories of a father she’ll never get to meet.

You met Jake about two years ago after he literally came back from the dead.  Working in the same office as Pooch’s wife, you were a shoulder to cry on and support system when she got word her husband was dead along with the rest of the self-proclaimed “Losers”.  You were with her the night she went into labor, and on a whim decided to stick around in case she needed anything.  That night, the Losers showed up in the pouring rain and a certain Jake Jensen stole your heart in the waiting room through a relentless string of dad jokes.  His mood could brighten any room, and while you typically found that quality entirely too draining, he made it more endearing every minute.  A few dates and Petunia’s games later, you knew he was the one to match your extremely competitive nature while also counteracting your sarcasm with his consistently sunny outlook on life.

After seeing what his family and friends went through losing him once (and with a newly minted girlfriend he found himself planning a future around), Jake decided it was time to stop going on missions and stick to overseeing things in the control room from home.  While he trained two new recruits to take his place on the team and adjusted to his new supervising role, you grew closer together.  Thinking about and planning for the future used to scare you, but with Jake, things seemed to fall into place almost too perfectly.  When Jake got down on one knee to propose on a late summer night in front of your families, you sank to your knees with a smile, a kiss, and a “yes”.

Plans fell into place at a fast pace after the engagement.  You grew up on a family farm just under a half hour outside of the city, and you always knew you wanted to get back to that lifestyle to raise any future kids you may have.  With the announcement of your engagement, your grandma decided it was prime time to move off the family farm, leaving it ready for you and Jake to move in.  The main house would need a lot of updates, but it gave you plenty of room for a home office for Jake, a sewing and crafting room for you, and enough bedrooms to start planning for any Jensen babies you would have after you were married.

Things came to a crashing halt when Jake’s recruits were out on separate missions and the Losers needed him to come back for a last minute mission.  They were following a lead that had gone cold so many times before and they knew waiting until one of Jake’s replacements to get back wasn’t an option.  It didn’t make the situation easier when you found out he could be gone anywhere from a few weeks to several months with little to no contact.

Jake loved this life and future you had built with him, and for the first few hours after the briefing, you didn’t think the Losers would convince him to go.  He tried his hardest to get someone else assigned, but in the end you made the decision together that he needed to go on one more mission.  

It soon became clear that your plans that once fell easily into place were just as easily going to be changed.  Since getting rare updates from the CIA during the mission would be much easier as Jake’s wife, wedding plans were made in a few short days so you could be married before he left.  It wasn’t the wedding you’d dreamed about as a little girl, but the small gathering of family and a few close friends was more than enough for both of you.  Instead of leaving on a honeymoon the morning after the wedding, the two of you spent a day with a contractor speed picking flooring, paint colors, and bathroom finishes so you could oversee the house updates while he was gone.  You also made the joint decision to stop your birth control the week before he left.  You both knew you wanted to start trying for Jensen babies when he came home, so it made sense to let your body adjust while he was gone - but that didn’t mean you didn’t try to perfect the process a few times before he left.

Jake left on a crisp fall morning and you quickly threw yourself into supervising the home updates and unpacking where you could.  While you could never forget the lovable goofball you called your husband, it was easy to remember why you fell in love with him with every sticky note with an “I love you” or dad joke written on them you found while unpacking.  It was also hard to forget him when you missed your period and morning sickness came with a vengeance a few months after he left.  A test and trip to the doctor later, you decided to tell both your parents and his parents after they noticed you not feeling well at Thanksgiving.

December came and construction finished on your home.  You had hoped to have your husband home for the first Christmas in your new home and to celebrate your baby, but your favorite holiday came and went with no Jake in sight.  Hiding your baby bump was getting harder every week, and you wanted him home so you could tell him the exciting news before others outside of your family found out.  After all, he should get to enjoy some of the pregnancy, too - but instead, you resorted to a nightly routine of playing a recording of Jake’s voice to your belly.  You were starting to feel little flutters each night as a signal that your baby was missing their dad.

But, like many things in life, things seem to go great until they don’t.  A knock from an upper level CIA officer on a bitterly cold January morning brought with it your biggest fear.  Jake’s mission had been compromised and none of the Losers made it out alive or back home.  Things were a blur from that moment until you watched an empty casket get lowered into the ground, but a gut-wrenching scream seemed to pull you out of the fog.  It wasn’t until you sank to the ground and the sudden cold hit your legs that you realized the scream was coming from you.

You did your best to seclude yourself after that day.  Ever since Jake’s obituary stated he was survived by his wife and unborn child, you couldn’t stand to endure the looks of pity aimed your way.  Without your Jake-sized ray of sunshine, it was easy at first to live in a state between constant pain and numbness.  After the funeral, you found out you were going to have a baby girl, and with each passing day, it broke your heart more and more as you started to realize your growing baby was a daddy’s girl.  While you actively tried to avoid any voice recording at first, it was hard to ignore the kicks of excitement from your little girl every time she heard him speak.  Soon, even talking about him brought fluttering kicks from your daughter.

The minutes went slow but the days went fast, and many spring nights you find yourself here - on your front porch in the set of matching rockers you’d planned to share with Jake.  After listening to you talk about growing up and watching the sunset with your family on the front porch, he knew he wanted to keep that tradition alive with your new family.  Now, you rocked and thought of the arrival of your daughter who would someday sit beside you instead.

You’d get to meet your baby girl in just a few short weeks, which is part of the reason you were enjoying this peaceful night watching the sunset.  Your mom was scheduled to temporarily move in later this week so she could be on hand when you went into labor and for the first few weeks at home after the baby was born.  Thinking of the future, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to picture all the happy moments that would soon be coming your way instead of the heartbreaking ones you knew would come with them in the form of both you and your daughter missing Jake, but crunching tires on the gravel driveway snapped you out of it.

Looking up, you see a yellow Hummer park in front of the house, but you knew better than to get excited at the sight of Jake getting out of the front seat.  More often than not, these days brought dreams of sharing special moments and conversations with your late husband that you’d never really get to see, and it seemed like your lack of sleep had you falling asleep on the front porch this evening.  You feel like this dream is different, however, because Jake seems stunned to see you instead of being his usual, energetic self.

“Hey, Jakey,” you greet softly with a small smile.  “I’ve missed you.”  Reaching a hand over to the empty rocking chair, you pat it to invite him to sit down and enjoy the sunset in your dreams.  Jake, however, has different plans.  His steps quicken as he gets closer, and as he reaches you, he drops to the ground on his knees to feel your very swollen stomach.

“Sweetheart,” his voice cracks as tears start streaming down his face, “I didn’t know you were…” he trails off without finishing his sentence.  A gentle pair of hands placed on your stomach bring your daughter’s kicks to life.

“That’s funny,” you say while glancing down at his hands, “I’ve never felt her kick when I’ve dreamed of you before.”  Your head snaps up as a watery giggle falls from your husband’s mouth.

“We’re having a baby girl?  That’s my baby girl in there?”  Jake's hands move to cup your cheeks before he continues.  “I can’t believe I had to put you through this on your own, but I promise to make it up to you, sweetheart.”  His forehead touches yours as you move to grab his wrists to keep him there in your dream as long as you can.

“I love you, Jake, but even the dream version of you in my head shouldn’t make promises he can’t keep.”  Tears fill your eyes as you pull your forehead away from his to meet his line of sight.  “It might make this dream easier, but it breaks my heart when I wake up and you’re not here with me.”  With that, your husband gets that mischievous look in his eye before he pulls a hand away to pinch your arm with all this might.

“OUCH!  What the hell was that for?!”  It takes a moment filled with your sweet husband’s giggles before your pain changes to complete and utter shock.  “If I can feel that,” you whisper as fresh tears stream down your face, “then that means…”

“That means I’m home, sweetheart,” Jake says with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on his face while wiping your tears away.  “That means I’m home.”

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Avenging His Death

Wanda Maximoff x Platonic!Reader

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It was extremely hard for Wanda to do what she did to Vision. She essentially killed the love of her life to save humanity. Her actions pained her from the moment it was the only option to the current time. She never let it go and it showed in everything she did. Wanda and the entirety of West View, New Jersey knew the extent of her pain. Now that she’s moved away and secluded herself in the cabin somewhere in Canada it has been quieter, but too quiet for your liking.

You traveled to where she was after taking a couple of days to find her location. You rolled up to her driveway, parking next to a sign that said: “only peaceful memories here”. 

“Wanda?” You said closing your driver-side door and locking it. You looked around at the beautiful landscape behind the house in front of you. It was beautiful mountains and a lake and pine trees that lead into a forest to the left. You walked up to the front door, knocking on the distressed wood. “Wanda?” You called out again.

“Y/N? How long did it take you to find me?” She said opening the door and walking into the kitchen. “I guess you’re here to discuss West View?” A drip of annoyance and regret come from her lips.

“No, I came to check on my best friend. I heard what happened and before I could make it to New Jersey, everything had dissipated. I needed to know that you were alright. I needed to know,” You paused before saying the truth. “I needed to know that even through the grief and pain, you were still alive.” You said holding back some tears.

Since Thanos’s snap in Wakanda and Wanda disappearing, you took everyone’s loss hard. You didn’t blip, but she did. She was your best friend through and through. It had already been an extremely difficult five years, but adding West View on top of it? You didn’t know if you would find Wanda alive or dead.

“I’m not going to kill myself, although, I have thought of it.” She said leaning against the kitchen counter. “Any other reason you are here; to come for my arrest?” She said coldly.

“Is that what you think of me? No, Wanda I am not here to arrest you or ask you to turn yourself in. I came here because I love my best friend. You’re a sister to me and I understand how painful it is to lose the one person who knew you, the one person who understood you. I get that and it pained me to see him go. But I came here on my own, Wanda. Whether you like it or not, I’m not leaving.” I said hurt by her comment. Its understandable that she’s in pain, but for her to make accusations out of anger and misery isn’t called for.

We talked about life and how everything happened so quickly. I explained the pain I endured during the five long years and the battle against Thanos. Where we all went off too and how we ended up their after it was all over. I stayed with a few of our friends from time to time trying to regain the normalcy of the life we had before. Wanda explained to me what West View was truly like for her. The happiness she felt and betrayal of the people she thought she knew. Wanda understood that kidnapping an entire town in New Jersey wasn’t the right decision to make, but she did nonetheless.

“I need to fight, to fight for them. I cannot sit here and do nothing while they exist somewhere without me.” Wanda sighed deeply.

“Where are you going?” I said sitting up straight in the rocking chair.

“I’m going to avenge Vision’s death. My Vision, real and fabricated along with my sons. I was pregnant. I have birth to those boys and the didn’t deserve what happened to them. I love my family and I will stop at nothing to get them back.” She got up from her chair to stand against the wrap-around porch, staring at her small farm to the side of the home. “Are you coming with me?” Wanda turned around eyeing me with a stare that could kill.

“To get your family back?” I stood up walking towards her. “Where do we begin?”