#if you think the bunnies and chicks are bad wait until the twins remember to do the same

[lexa-griffins]

Where do Saige's bunnies live? Are they not in her room? I can see Saige gets the idea of hiding the bunnies in her room from her older sister Saige's habit with hiding the chickens

They do not have the space to be in her room, she shares it with Madi, its a rather cramped room already 😅. Her bunnies are in the barn, Clarke and Anya built a whole little enclosure for them and they have plenty of space to hop around in there. When it gets too cold they'll keep them inside in the kitchen.

Its usually during the colder months that Saige sneaks them upstairs, Lexa and Clarke will retrieve to the living room or the sunroom when the kids are asleep so Saige can sneak downstairs and go to the kitchen to grab them. But Lexa always cheks on the bunnies before going to bed, and the moment she doesn't see them in the playpen, she knows Sauge takes after her big sister and brought them upstairs. She has a princess curtain since she has the bottom bed so she thinks there's no way mommy will know the bunnies are in there with her.

Luckily Madi prepared Lexa for these type of shenanigans 😌 shdndkf

[sazc94]

Pietro and Bunny

HELLO

Here is my second entry for the wonderful @msmarvelwrites 2k Challenge.

This a spin-off from my Bucky fic: The three times Bucky broke your heart. Part 1 linked Here.

It follows the same timeline and explores the relationship of Pietro and Reader (Bunny) More.

Words 6034

Themes. Angst, Suggestions of smut. But mostly lots and lots of fluff. 18+ Because of the smut suggestions.

This has two parts and I will upload part 2 tomorrow.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?"

Pietro thought you were pretty cool. He thought you and Bucky made a great couple. He enjoyed hanging out with you when you would all hang out as a group. Pietro wasn’t one for girlfriends. Sure he’d had a few semi-serious flings and would occasionally bring a date to the parties after a game and loved how you would instantly make anyone feel welcome. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he started to think of you as more than a friend. It was sometime during his senior year.

At first, he pushed the idea out of his head. You were Bucky’s girl Y/N! You were the cute shy girl Bucky had brought out of her shell, who was still deep down that adorable musical theatre-loving dork. However, when Bucky started getting defensive around him and Sam about who he was texting, Pietro stopped feeling so bad about liking you of course Pietro would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Bucky and his friendships with either of you, but he couldn’t help but feel a tang of jealousy towards Bucky.

2010

“Look at Bucky, can’t go 5 minutes without texting his little cheerleader,” Sam said walking up behind Pietro. Bucky was too engrossed in his phone to pay any attention to the pair of them. Pietro smirked.

“Sam, watch this” Pietro said, before breezing over to Bucky and pulling his phone out of his hands. Bucky instantly shot up trying to grab the phone from Pietro, however, he was too quick throwing the phone to Sam.

“Dear Doll, I love you so much and all thought I only saw you this morning, I am already missing you” Pietro sang in a teasing manner.

“Come on guy’s give it back” Bucky grunted. Sam and Pietro kept throwing the phone between them. Suddenly Sam stopped laughing.

“Hey Buck, who’s Nat and why is she asking if you’re going to be around this summer?” Sam asked his eyebrow shooting up. Bucky’s façade faltered for a second. His usual bright blue eyes deepening with an unfamiliar expression. Pietro’s interest was also piqued, he may have wanted you for himself but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you get hurt.

“Oh, she’s just a friend of Jane’s. I met her at that party after our game in Green Bay last year she’s a cheerleader like Jane and Y/N. Natasha and her boyfriend Clint will be in town the summer and she wants to introduce us apparently her boyfriend was impressed with how we played” Bucky said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. After that incident, Bucky was on his phone around the football team less and started talking about how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with you in the summer.

November 2011

By the time graduation rolled around Pietro had put any thoughts about the pair of you out of his mind, chalking it up to wanting a relationship as opposed to you. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. You came along to his graduation ceremony. Well, it was for everyone. Pietro, Sam, Wanda, Jane, and Carol. Bucky came along too. Late. But you were there with Peter Parker who was a freshman, he had talent, but he seemed to prefer being behind a camera as opposed to on the field.

The whole gang hung around the field and bleachers after the ceremony. Goofing off and enjoying the last time the group would all be together like this for a while. Peter took photos of you all. Pietro’s favourite was one where he and Sam had picked you up whilst you were in the middle of talking to Carol and Wanda. The laughter that came out of your mouth as you squealed and shouted for the two footballers to put you down made his heart flutter.

Okay so maybe he wasn’t as over you as he told himself he was. Now he could understand what that Taylor Swift was banging on about in that song of hers.

Have you ever thought just maybe?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bucky’s girl,” he said grinning at you. For some stupid reason, probably because Pietro didn’t know what to do with his hands, he ruffled your hair like you were 5 again. He couldn’t help but notice you wince at the old pet name. He mentally kicked himself. Why had he called you that?!

Graduation was the last time he saw you for over a year. Unlike Bucky, Pietro had actually been away at a football camp when Bucky had cheated on you. He didn’t know what had happened. Only knew you two had broken up. Wanda was fiercely protective of her friendship with you and didn’t want to betray you by admitting to those that didn’t know that Bucky had cheated on you. He wasn’t going to lie; he was saddened when you didn’t stay in touch with him after he graduated. But after he started his first year at the University of Michigan, he didn’t have much time to worry about it. He was a Line Backer having secured a football scholarship after college scouts came to see Sam and a few others play, Pietro had caught the eye of the scout from the University of Michigan, all though he was a great player, Pietro didn’t want to play professionally like many of the guys on the team. He was studying Business and Economics.

Since about the age of 15, he and Wanda had always planned on going into business together. Between parties, flirting with the pretty cheerleaders and sorority girls and his studies you became a distant memory to Pietro. That was until one November game in his second year.

The Wolverines were playing the Wisconsin Badgers. Boy did they suck. Not that Pietro minded it allowed him the opportunity to watch the cheerleaders, he knew a few of the girls on the team from various parties, he hadn’t paid much attention to the new girls on the squad. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone who looked familiar to him. Could it be Y/N? Wanda had mentioned something about you getting a scholarship at Uni for your cheerleading, but he’d been in the middle of a game of Mario Kart with Sam at the time.

He tried to rack his brain’s but then the ball came towards him. He smiled to himself. Showtime Pietro. The game was an easy win. Whilst his teammates cheered Pietro made his way to the side-lines, desperate to know if the girl he’d seen earlier was you. His heart skipped a beat when he heard your familiar laugh. He couldn’t believe it. Pietro came jogging up towards you determined to chat.

“It’s just Y/N” or you can call me cutie you said winking at Pietro, he chuckled.

“How about I just call you tomorrow?” he retorted, you felt yourself blush. Pietro may come across as confident but inside he was shaking with nerves. Was he really doing this? What if you said no? You shrugged before pulling out a sharpie from your bag, you wrote down your number on his arm. He cocked his head puzzled.

“I changed it last year after Bucky wouldn’t stop blowing it up with apology texts,” you said simply wrongly presuming Pietro knew what had gone down. Before Pietro could respond you ran off to join the rest of your squad and headed for the changing room. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as your laughter rang in his ears whilst you walked off the pitch.

“Pietro! What’s good? How’d your game go tonight?” Sam asked. He sounded buzzed and Pietro could hear the faint sounds of a party in the background. Excellent he thought to himself. Sam was buzzed enough to have loose lips but not drunk enough to be of no use and if he was lucky Sam might not even remember half the conversation.

Pietro got back to his apartment, he had zero clues about what had gone on with you and Bucky. It was obvious due to your remark about him blowing up your phone with apology texts that he’d done something. He weighed up his options. Wanda or Sam? Wanda was his twin, and he knew deep down if he pulled the twin card she would tell him, but then if nothing came of this, he would be opening a can of worms with his sister over nothing.

Then there was Sam, he was still pretty close with Bucky and liked to chat a lot. But ultimately, he was like a brother to Pietro, and he trusted Sam to keep his mouth shut. Taking a deep breath and raking his hand through his Silver-blonde hair he picked up his phone and dialled Sam.

“So Sam you’ll never guess who I ran into cheering on the side-lines of the game!?” Pietro tried to sound breezy and cool like it was no big deal, despite the fact he was about to ask his friends ex out on a date.

“ I ran into Y/N. You know Bucky’s girl?” Pietro carried on forcing his voice to sound light. Sam choked on his drink down the other end of the line.

“I wouldn’t let her hear you call her that. That boy broke her damn heart, the fool” Sam said, there was an edge to his voice that Pietro almost missed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Pietro asked genuinely curious.

“Well remember that little party your sister threw that last week of summer whilst you were away at football camp with some of your new teammates?” Sam asked. He didn’t wait for Pietro to respond before he continued.

“Well, Jane brought her friend Nat along” Sam continued. Pietro took a sharp intake of breath. No, Bucky wouldn’t have been stupid enough to kiss her at a party with your mutual friends, would he?

“Well turns out that Clint guy Bucky talked about wasn’t her boyfriend he was just a really good friend. But by the time we found that out Jane realised both Bucky and this Nat chick hadn’t been seen for at least a good 15, 20 minutes. So, she went to go find Nat. Only to walk in on them fucking. Oh yeah, it was on your bed bro”, Sam finished his story like it was no big deal. Other than the telling disdain in his voice.

Pietro stood stunned. No wonder you had winced at the use of your old nickname. Pietro’s heart broke for you at that moment. He vowed at that moment that no matter what happened between you both, he would do everything in his power to ensure you never had to feel heartbreak like that again.

Pietro will never forget that first date with you. He had come up with some lame excuse of showing you the best-hidden beauty spots of the campus. Not that there were any, he just wanted an excuse to spend some time with you. He wore jeans and a jumper with his beat-up converse.

All though it didn’t look like he had put much effort into his outfit he had spent a good hour agonising over it. In the end, he settled for a faded blue jumper hoping it would make his eyes and hair pop. He met you by the school library and the sun was shining, it was still a chilly November mid-morning.

You had turned up with your hair tied up in a messy bun a few stray pieces framing your cheeks, you had opted for a sweater dress. He remembered because it was loose and comfy but sinched inwards in all the right places. It was a silvery colour almost the same shade his hair was. Pietro swore you took his breath away.

Winter Break 2011

“And that right there is where the fraternity pledges had to stand and sing, I’m a little teapot every time someone put 10$ in the bucket. I didn’t truly understand the strange British Nursery Song or whatever it was, but I did like watching the pledges get embarrassed every time they had to sing when the cute cheerleaders walked past. So, I put 40 Bucks in the bucket when I knew the 3rd Years would be heading to practise” Pietro said pointing to the school statue.

You had nearly fallen over laughing at his story. Pietro noticed how you scrunched your nose up when you laughed. Like a rabbit. No like a Bunny. When Pietro walked you back to your dorm, he wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you, but when you let him hold your hand, he decided at that moment he would regret it more if he didn’t take the plunge.

The moment he knew he was yours and you were his was at a party, he’d taken you on lots of hot chocolate dates, he knew you didn’t like coffee because it tasted bitter to you and that coca was nice, but you preferred the sweet comfort of a creamy hot chocolate.

It was at a party being held by the Ice Hockey team to celebrate their latest string of wins. You didn’t come to parties often preferring the comfort of a book and a cosy night in, but you always tried to attend parties after the football matches. You walked in wearing a red top and black skinny jeans.

The top wasn’t super low cut, but it hinted at your cleavage, you’d left your hair down for a change in loose curls. You’d recently gotten your hair dyed a deep chocolate brown and it brought out your eyes. Pietro nearly lost his damn mind when his Ice-blue eyes met your chocolate brown eyes after he’d drank all of you in. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with Scott Summers and co making his way over to you.

“Bunny, you look good enough to eat,” Pietro said dipping his head down to meet your lips, your lips were always so warm and welcoming a stark comparison to his cool lips.

“Bunny?” You replied scrunching your nose up. This was the first time Pietro had called you a pet name, you felt your heart somersault.

Pietro was messaging his sister on the drive home. He could tell you had something on your mind, but he knew better than to push you.

“So,” you began.

“What’s up Bunny?” Pietro asked snapping his eyes up from his phone.

“Well, I just thought now might be a good time to talk, we’re clearly going to run into a lot of our old friends, and there’s no way Wanda won’t know something is going on here, and I, I saw your lock screen,” you said. Well yeah Pietro thought, was he meant to be keeping you guys a secret? He didn’t want to, and he had just assumed you were a couple. You did couple type things, watching movies together curled up, holding hands when you guys were out together.

“So you were wondering what we are?” Pietro’s couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. God, you were adorable. He watched your demeanour change and felt a pang of guilt, the determination in your eyes as you tried to not show that you felt embarrassed.

“Hey Bunny, look at me” Pietro grabbed your hand, wanting you to know how much he truly meant the next few words.

“We are a couple. I’m sorry you felt the need to ask, but I adore you, so we are a thing,” he said stroking circles on the back of your hand. You smiled and nodded to yourself. Pietro held on to your hand stroking circles the rest of the traffic. He couldn’t wait to tell Wanda she was wrong about him never getting serious with anyone.

“Hey Wanda, have you got a second?” Pietro and Wanda were heading out to meet up with you and the rest of the old school gang who had made it home for the Winter Break in the local coffee shop.

“Sure brother, what’s up?” she asked shrugging on her red jacket and lacing up her boots.

“So, you know that girl I told you I was seeing?” Pietro asked, you two hadn’t said if you were going to tell people or just let them figure it out, but he at least wanted to give his twin a heads up. Wanda straightened her brown hair falling behind her ears. She impatiently cocked an eyebrow waiting for her twin to continue. They were going to be late at this rate.

“Well, you know her. In Fact, you’re good friends” Pietro continued sucking in his breath.

“If you mean to tell me you’re dating Y/N, I already know brother”, Pietro froze. “I’m happy for you, but if you break her heart like that James did, I will not hesitate to kill you and hide the body” she continued.

“How did you know?” Pietro couldn’t help but ask, you guys hadn’t been a secret, but you hadn’t exactly announced it to the world either.

“I’m good at reading people Pietro” Wanda shrugged before heading out the door.

“You sly dog,” Sam said chuckling. Just then Peter turned up. Sam’s comment hadn’t escaped you, so you simply shot Pietro a quizzical look, one of your eyebrows arched. Pietro gently shook his head. He’d tell you about the phone call later.

It was great hanging out with the old gang, shame about Carol, and Jane being unable to make it back. Bucky was dating that Natasha chick and hadn’t come home from the holidays. Evidently, this wasn’t a surprise to Sam or Wanda. Pietro however was a bit taken back. That was until he heard how his sister had almost killed Bucky when she had run into him last summer. Carol had had to restrain her. Pietro couldn’t lie he was kind of bummed to miss it.

Pietro and Wanda didn’t celebrate Christmas, but they did celebrate being around people they loved and as the four of you sat around waiting for Peter Parker to make an appearance, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. You hadn’t even reacted to the mentions of Bucky. The way your brown eyes lit up when you teased Sam about his poor season or crinkled your nose when Wanda complimented your new hair, made Pietro come completely undone. Not being able to restrain himself anymore he leant in and kissed you, a slow soft kiss. The taste of your gingerbread cookie and peppermint hot chocolate lingering on your lips. When Pietro pulled away, he shot Sam a wink, and you promptly turned crimson. Sam just sat there gawking. Pietro watched as Sam tried to piece together his hazy memory from that phone call.

2012

Pietro absolutely adored the photo you had gotten him for Christmas, displaying it on his bedside table proudly. He had brought you a stuffed bunny for Christmas, cheesy but it made you beam at him.

“A Bunny for my Bunny” Pietro said shooting you his signature grin. Your heart constricted; it was an adorable soft fluffy powder blue bunny.

After winter break things got crazy busy. The year also seemed to rush by, between keeping on top, your rehearsals for the play. Pietro’s football practises, football matches, nationals for your cheerleading competition. It felt like you had barely any time to breathe. Pietro always looked forward to football games, not because he loved playing which he did, no it was because when you were cheering your face lit up, you always had his number painted on your cheek. Your brown hair always pulled up in a high ponytail, accentuating your big beautiful brown eyes that always looked for Pietro’s ice-blue eyes on the field. Mostly he loved the looks of jealousy he would get from the other team when players would be checking you out. Pietro would always come over for a kiss for good luck when he wasn’t on the field. You always giggled about how Mr cool; the confident cocky big-time football player was such a dork around you. Pietro was fast, sometimes your eyes couldn’t quite make out his movements, all you would see was a flash of his silver-blonde hair that peeked out under his helmet. You had started calling him Quicksilver, originally as a joke but it had stuck.

“So, move in with me for the summer,” he had said, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn’t a big deal really but the thought of waking up to you every day for the summer made him practically giddy. Pietro continued to stroke circles on your bare legs. He was watching Grease, but he wasn’t absorbing what was being said.

Pietro loved every single second he got to spend with you, but mostly he loved the summer. College football season had finished, school was winding down and it meant he got to sit in those quiet moments with you. Pietro had no plans to go home for the Summer.

Pietro adored you more than he was willing to admit, hell he loved you which is why he was always never going to push you for anything more than you were comfortable with. He was content just kissing you, steamy make-out sessions. He just liked being close to you breathing in your scent, in the winter you always smelt like Vanilla and crushed Rose Petals. In the summer you changed your body spray, and he hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint the smell, but you smelt like Peaches, sunscreen, and sunshine. Okay, maybe not sunshine but he felt the warmth of your presence every time you were together. Pietro knew you were stressing about summer accommodation so he couldn’t help but offer up his place.

“Okay, I’ll move in for the summer,” you said. You picked up the remote and pressed pause on the DVD Pietro had been so focused on trying to play it cool he hadn’t even heard you the first time you spoke. When you started undressing, Pietro didn’t know where to look. Sure, you’d spent nights together, but Pietro always left you to get changed in his room whilst he went to brush his teeth. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your body as you walked into your bedroom. Pietro inwardly groaned and felt himself harden. Trying to take his mind off what he had just witnessed he pulled out his phone. That’s when you appeared in the door frame, wearing nothing but his football jersey, when it lifted to show the skin of your bare stomach Pietro nearly lost his damn mind.

“Well, are you coming or not handsome?” Pietro grinned throwing his phone on the sofa and closing the gap between you in seconds, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Pietro was certain that if he didn’t get his way with you right that second, he would combust.

Winter Break 2012

“You love her, don’t you?” Wanda asked Pietro. You were finishing up tech rehearsals, so Wanda and Pietro were enjoying some sibling bonding by cooking Paprikash. Wanda’s eyes narrowed at Pietro who was avoiding eye contact with his sister. He could feel his sisters warm blue eyes boring into him. Eventually, Pietro stopped washing up and turned to face his sister. Wiping his hands on a tea towel he finally lifted his eyes to meet Wanda’s.

“Yes, of course, I do but that’s not a secret, so what are you actually asking Wanda?” Pietro raked a hand through his silver-blonde hair.

“It's obvious you two love each other Pietro, dearly. But you’re in love with her, you would hang the stars for that girl, and when are you going to admit it? You visibly had a thing for her back in high school and you have healed the damage done by James Barnes. So why don’t you let your guard down and tell her how you truly feel?” Wanda asked. Pietro stood there dumbfounded. Had it genuinely been that obvious to people he had liked you back in high school when you were Bucky’s girl? As if reading Pietro’s mind Wanda answered his question.

“You may have fooled everyone else Pietro, but not me” Wanda returned to her cooking and that was the last of the conversation.

“Are you sure your mum doesn’t mind me staying with you guys for winter break?” you asked twiddling your hair nervously. Pietro chuckled lifting your small suitcase into his car.

“Come on then quicksilver, let’s get going before the traffic builds up,” you said shooting him a grin your worries disappearing.

“Yes Bunny, she wouldn’t hear of you staying here alone. Besides, Wanda would rip my arms off if I even thought about coming home without you” he said pressing a kiss to your temple. Pietro had refused to let you drive saying it was his turn as you had driven last year. You still looked unsure tugging at the selves of your red jumper dress as you walked round to the front of his car. Your brown hair fell in loose waves, still slightly damp from your last-minute shower.

Pietro sensed something else was bothering you but didn’t push it. Instead, he hopped up on the bonnet of his car and pulled you between his legs. Pressing his forehead to yours, he uttered a silent promise that his mum would love you and that that the rest of the old gang would be happy for you both like they had all sworn they were. You looked up at him through your big doe eyes and pecked a gentle kiss on his nose.

“So, who did you say was coming tonight again?” you asked. You were standing in Wanda’s room whilst you both got ready for the small hang out Pietro and Wanda were hosting. Pietro had gone out to pick up Sam and Peter Parker and this girl he was bringing, Gwen. Pietro of course had been right about his mum loving you, you’d spent the last four days feeling welcome, included and at home. Wanda and Pietro’s mum had enveloped you into a big hug the moment she met you.

“Sam, Jane, Peter and his girlfriend Gwen. Carol’s coming, I think she said she was bringing her girlfriend. Now put this on” Wanda said handing you a low cut, slim-fitting black sweater dress. You rolled your eyes at Wanda; you were quite happy wearing one of Pietro’s oversized sweaters and your jeans, but you knew better than to argue with her. Just then you heard the door shut.

“It will be great to have so many of the old group back together,” Sam said shrugging off his jacket as he followed Pietro down to the converted basement.

“How are things between you and Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Sam, they’re pretty amazing,” Pietro said, a slight blush forming in his cheeks.

“Okay, that’s good to hear. Did you know Bucky’s in town for the holidays? I text him saying he should come along tonight; I hope that’s okay?” Sam asked. Pietro shrugged, he hadn’t spoken to Bucky since Bucky’s graduation and even then, that had been by phone. It wasn’t that Pietro actively avoided speaking with Bucky, it’s just that Pietro didn’t have anything to say to Bucky.

The pair of you had spoken in great detail about everything that went down between Bucky and yourself last year after winter break, and Pietro could see you still carried the scars from what he had done to when he cheated on yourself. Just then Wanda and you made your way downstairs into the basement. Pietro felt himself harden when he got a good look at what you were wearing. It was going to be a long night whilst Pietro thought the urge to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless. As if reading her brothers thoughts Wanda smirked to herself, a job well done, maybe now her brother would grow some balls and finally tell you exactly how he felt.

“Bunny, you look. Just wow” Pietro said. Sam rolled his eyes, you giggled before walking over to give Pietro a gentle kiss on the lips. You wrapped your arms around him hugging him close before you felt his hardened member. You cocked an eyebrow at him, but Pietro shook his head brushing your hair behind your ears before giving you another gentle kiss.

After about two hours, everyone had relaxed, caught up and were just chilling. Sam hadn’t heard from Bucky, so Pietro hadn’t thought anything more about it, no sense bringing it up to you if he didn’t show.

Sam had also gotten up nudging Pietro, swearing he would beat him next time. Pietro chuckled, that’s when Sam nudged him.

“You sly bastard Parker” Sam practically shouted. The three of them were playing Mario Kart whilst Taylor Swift played in the background, all though he’d never admit to anyone, including no, especially you. Taylor Swift had grown on him over the past year. Mostly because he loved the way you lit up when you sang along to her in the car.

Pietro was so engrossed in his game with the boys he barely registered you getting up off the sofa next to him. Whilst Sam had been busy yelling at Peter for using Banana peels, Pietro had overtaken Sam in the race. Once the game finished Pietro noticed you weren’t next to him. Feeling empty without you snuggled next to him he got up and stretched. He figured you were probably talking to the girls or something.

“Uh, Pietro, you might want to go save your girl from an awkward encounter with her ex” Sam looked pained. He was realising the error of his ways by inviting Bucky along. Pietro just shot him a puzzled look before following Sam’s line of sight. Pietro sucked a breath in.

“Sam, I swear to god if she ends up in tears tonight because of you, I will not hesitate to punch you in the face,” Pietro said before walking off to the fridge where you and Bucky stood.

“Yeah, schools fine thanks Bucky,” you said politely. Pietro’s heart was beating loudly in his chest, he had no concerns about how secure your relationship was, he just wanted to save you from any unnecessary heartbreak when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes.

December 2012 – August 2014

“Hey Bunny,” he said kissing the corner of your head before wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey Buck, long time no see!” Pietro said. Bucky stood frozen for a few seconds processing what he had just witnessed.

“Hey, Pietro Yeah. It's been a hot minute, so you two are a couple? You guys look cute congrats. Oh man, wow is that Peter over there? I barely recognise him I’m going to go say hey. Catch you guys later!” Bucky said practically running over to Peter. You turned around and kissed Pietro.

“Come on Quicksilver, let’s see if I can beat you at Mario Kart,” you said pulling him over to the sofa. Pietro instantly felt himself relax, glad to see that you hadn’t been impacted by Bucky’s sudden appearance. He grinned at you as he let you drag him behind you,

“What?” you said chuckling at his goofy grin.

“I’m just so fucking in love with you Y/N,” he said. Your heart skipped a few beats. Sure, you had both said I love you, but the way Pietro’s ice-blue eye’s shone at you, the way he had phrased it as being in love with you, made your heart squeeze, butterflies erupt in your stomach and all those other cliché metaphors.

“Pietro, I am going to rock you fucking world tonight, because I feel the exact same way”, you whispered in his ear. Pietro’s eyes bulged out of his head. He lent down and gave you a hungry kiss, sending electricity coursing through your body. When you finally broke free from the kiss Pietro, caught sight of Bucky glowering in the corner of the room ignoring whatever it was Peter was wittering on about.

Winter break came and went. Your second year at Uni whizzed past. Pietro even joined you and your family for your annual summer vacation in Miami, your grandparents were getting on a bit, so you decided to skip the summer production of Hairspray. Pietro joined you for two summers of family vacations in Miami. Your Grandma took a liking to him.

“Pietro, so good to see you again,” she said hugging him. “If I was 55 years younger”, she said shooting Pietro a wink. Pietro chuckled and stuck his tongue out at you.

“See I told you that she loved me the most out of all of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes. Pietro was right your grandma did have a soft spot for him. Who could blame her? Pietro was a true gentleman and his muscles stretched out any shirt he wore. His floppy silver-blonde hair and his goody grin. You were truly a lucky girl. He was going to break your grandma’s heart as much as yours when you two ended things this summer.

Saying goodbye to you was going to be one of the hardest things he ever had to do. The pair of you had spent the last week of summer in Florida with Wanda and her boyfriend James also known as Vision. Tomorrow you would both be getting on separate planes and going your separate ways. You were dancing around in the sea not a care in the world.

Pietro loved the way you were in the summer, the stresses of school melted away. You burned easily so your skin always had a very faint sun-kissed glow to it, but the way you were with your family. That was when you truly glowed. The way you blushed when your parents would talk about how proud they were of you. You were an only child, so your cousins were the closest thing to siblings you had.

And boy did your two male cousins pick on you. Teasing you about being smart, your relationship with Pietro. The way you would roll your eyes at them. Pietro’s heart squeezed with adoration when he watched you huddled in the kitchen with your grandma. Oblivious to the fact he was watching your brow would furrow in concentration as your grandma bossed you about in the kitchen whilst the pair of you cooked up some delicious treats.

“You know brother if you asked her to do long distance and wait for you, she would”, Wanda said sitting down next to Pietro. Wanda’s red hair almost looked like fire in the setting sun. Pietro sighed and shook his head.

“I know, but it’s not right or fair on her. She has plans of her own and we will be busy setting up your fashion label in NYC” he said, raking a hand through his hair.

“Besides, She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. She deserves to enjoy her last year, her heart is in Michigan, where her mum and dad are.” Pietro sighed. Just then you came bounding over. Your black bikini just about covering all it needed too. You plopped down on the blanket beside Pietro, your brown hair trying to escape its messy bun. You rested your head in Pietro’s lap. You giggled as he gently bopped your nose. Swallowing down the ache in your chest.

The pair of you stood wrapped in each other’s embrace at the airport, the rest of the world shut out. Pietro breathing in your familiar scent one last time. He didn’t need to hear you to know you were crying. It was taking everything in him not to cry too.

“Be good Bunny, don’t cause too much mischief with Loki and stay in touch. I love you my little Bunny” he said wiping the tears from your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, so you just held him tight and cried. When you finally broke the embrace and Pietro boarded. He wiped away the few tears that had escaped his eyes.

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Kadam Week Prompt Seven: A Stressful Event

- One of the guys is stressing out over a pending event. (Parental visit, audition, work deadline, whatever you like as long as it causes a freak out.) How does the other get him through it? Or help him him celebrate getting through it?   

Adam and Kurt are pleasantly surprised when the New Directions throw them a shower for their first child. Not really stressful, mostly just silly. A lot of Blaine and Rachel bashing though. 

Sorry this is so late! Work’s been keeping me busy. This fic takes place eight years after Kadam meet in New York.

You guys might notice that Tina here (unlike Rachel or Blaine) has been redeemed. Up until season four I don’t think anyone minded her; she was a cool, artistic, easy-going person whom was great friends with Kurt and had a wardrobe you’d like to pillage. Understandably she gets upset with the lack of spotlight she gets in Glee; something that made me sad was the fact that she was treated as a token Asian character, a background prop, a sort of “Oh, aren’t we diverse and inclusive for including a Chinese American character despite the fact the spotlight always focuses on a straight white couple in some way or another.”

The fact that she lied about her stutter made her seem very human to me; people will do anything to fit in or seem endearing, even if that involves participating in their own denigration.

Season four absolutely murdered Tina and turned her into a character impossible to like. I was so sad; where was my positive representation? Honestly, bitch!Tina seemed to be the result of the writers saying, “Welp, all these strong personalities are graduating from McKinley, so we’ll need someone to be the new boss bad bitch.” The result was that Tina became a sort of Santana/Rachel hybrid, which is awful and felt forced in any case, like giving a bunny a flamethrower.  And her obsession with Blaine? Ew.

So, in this verse I’m going to say that Tina became older and wiser; for better or for worse she’s capable of change. (This time better!) However, Rachel and Blaine usually only change after re-learning the same lessons over and over again, and by the next episode they’re back to themselves. So, no character redemption there, sorry.

Rant over. Let’s get going!

-O-

Kurt and Adam ought to have known something was rotten in the state of New York when Mercedes casually requested heading to their apartment for coffee after lunch earlier that afternoon. After all, the young diva dropped by unannounced virtually every night for dinner, amused at Adam feeding her two or three helpings of food before dessert, and less so by Kurt’s insistence on making her probiotic protein shakes that were as healthy as they were awful.

The Hummel-Crawfords knew she was humoring them and were grateful; after all, at eight months Mercedes’ belly ballooned out, making her back ache and it difficult for her to walk comfortably. Guilty even though Mercedes assured them she knew what she’d been signing up for (more or less), Kurt and Adam felt better doting over her, massaging her back, making ice cream runs, or watching old musicals together. Mercedes certainly didn’t object, knew she wouldn’t be refused anything. She didn’t have to ask.

Looking back, Adam thought he’d seen Mercedes quickly compose flashes of secret smiles, dark eyes knowing.

As Kurt unlocked the door, there’d been near-cataclysmic screams of “SURPRISE!” that had nearly sent a startled Kurt reeling back into the hall, and while Mercedes roared with laughter Adam looked on in amazement as Kurt’s old Glee club friends rushed to meet them. He grinned broadly and laughed himself in the flurry of handshakes and hugs; for better or for worse, Kurt’s friends were never boring.

The room was carpeted with balloons and streamers, and there was an enormous, pram-shaped cake waiting on the coffee room table next to a sea of wrapped packages. Flushed and beaming, Kurt wiped his eyes as he stooped to embrace the small children clamoring for his attention—Emmanuelle and Israel, known as Emmy and Izzy. “Oh dear God. It’s a glee-union.”

“We couldn’t let the opportunity to throw you a party pass,” said Quinn, looking pleased as the children sidled next to their mother, eying the cake hopefully.

“You mean you couldn’t pass up an excuse to come to New York.”

Quinn’s pale eyes twinkled with amusement. “I thought they were one and the same. You’ll find a picture of New York skyscrapers in a dictionary underneath the word party—I know these things, I’m a lawyer. And it was the least I could do; you two must’ve felt you’d fallen off the world when you came to the twins’ shower in Vermont.”

“More or less. Good ice cream, though.”

Israel had wandered to sit on the sofa in-between Mike and his girlfriend Marley. Lieutenant Colonel (Kurt still thought it bizarre to think of him that way) cast a reproving smile at his son, quipping a brow.

“Son, remember the bus? What do you do when you see a pregnant lady?”

Izzy’s eyes widened. “Oh.” He clamored off the sofa and timidly approached Mercedes, holding out a hand. “Excuse me ma’am. You can have my seat.”

“Oh! Thank you, baby angel boy.”

Kurt shook his head in silent wonder as Izzy lead Mercedes to the sofa, the woman sighing in relief as she settled down. Puck looked pleased.

“And why do we remember to be nice to ladies, especially pregnant ones?”

“Because chicks dig manners.”

Quinn punched Puck in the arm as everyone laughed. Kurt chuckled as he and Adam sank onto love seats. “You really had me going there for a second, Puck. Still a far cry from the guy whom used to throw me into dumpsters.”

“Yeah well, the chain stops and ends with blah-blah-Oprah-spiel blah.”

Eyes shining, Kurt slipped his hand in Adam’s as he looked around the room. How different a time from high school and yet there was still so much the same: Santana was leaning against the wall trying to look bored and instead just looking amused. She released several duo hits with Mercedes before deciding she preferred more behind-the-scene action, and was now an A-list publicist whom received a metric grip of letters a month requesting her services. Beside her was her wife Brittany, in dead-serious conversation with Emmy over proper feeding and care of unicorns. Brittany starred in a children’s show filled with puppets (whom Brittany believed were alive) dedicated to teaching children physics and collegiate equations. Not far away was her own child Luz, whom was peeking into tissue-stuffed gift bags to see if anything of interest was there.  

Not far away Artie was cooing to his bleary-eyed baby Stephen on one knee, and his live-in girlfriend Tina perched on the other. Tina had starred in several of her husband’s films, but recently turned her attention to developing her own line of steampunk clothing, costume jewelry and cosmetics. Kurt smiled as she grinned and waved; they loved the finer points of fashion together and had rekindled their friendship from far away. It hadn’t been so difficult as he’d feared; Tina was no longer the callous person she was her last year in high school. It helped that even Tina was no longer really speaking to…

He moved on; Sam was leaning behind the couch and was kissing a giggling Mercedes on the cheek; they were on-off-on-off-on-for-ten-months-steady now. Kurt felt a pang of gratitude that Sam had been so accepting of Mercedes’ decision to be his and Adam’s birth mother, though he wanted children of his own…

He tasted his heart in his throat when he looked on an empty seat that ought to have been Finn’s, the young man brightly eager to meet his niece or nephew. No one had sat in it and perhaps thought the same thing…

Rachel and Blaine were also conspicuous by their absence, but in this case it was the better alternative. He’d come to appreciate cutting himself off from toxic people, even in the painful circumstance that they loved you. Or believed they did.

But everyone else remained. Them and the best person he’d ever known.

Adam looked down at him as he rested his head against his shoulder, so filled with quiet happiness he would be content never leaving this moment, save to meet the baby…

“Okay, pound puppy, enough with the misty eyes,” Santana drawled, whom threw a box in their direction; Adam only just managed to keep it slipping from his fingertips. “Didn’t come all this way for your boohoo.”

“We live in the same building.”

“Your point being?”

“We were going to throw you a gender-revealing party,” said Brittany, whom by now was sitting with Emmy in her lap. “The kind where you cut open a cake and everyone waits to see either pink or blue.” Suddenly she looked troubled. “But we didn’t know the gender. The cake is blueberry-flavored, but it came out purple on the inside. Did I make an inter-sex baby?”

“Well, at birth we’ll only know the baby’s sex, not gender identity,” reasoned Adam, pressing his head against Kurt’s. “It’s not like the baby will come out waving a blue and pink flag, or even a rainbow one.”

“Considering the amount of gay energy you and Prancy Smurf exude, it wouldn’t surprise me,” said Santana loftily as Kurt tentatively turned over her gift as if there might be a bomb inside it.

“I wish you’da let us know what the sex is,” piped up Artie. “Tina couldn’t decide what kind of clothes to make, so she wound up making a mini David Bowie-esque wardrobe.”

“Hey! Now I’m gonna tell them you got the baby hardcore rap music!”

“We already know the baby’s going to be intersex,” said Brittany patiently. “The cake says so.”

“Bae, the cake doesn’t get to decide whether the baby’s a chick or has a dick.”

“But cake doesn’t lie. And while we’re talking about presents, my gift comes from Lord Tubbington the third,” said Brittany proudly. “The gift of being allowed to see dead people.”

A pause. “And how did that come about, Brittany?” Asked Kurt, as if he were talking to a three-year-old.

“Easy. He waved his tail, like how the three good fairies waved their wands for Princess Aurora. Now when the baby comes, he’ll be able to see all the dead people.” She looked very proud. “Not some. All.”

“Excellent.” Said Adam gracefully. “What a good gift. I’ll be sure to send the cat a thank-you note.”

“Did the gift come with a receipt?” Kurt complained. “Can you give my baby the gift of song instead?”

“Baby boy, the kid already has the gift of song,” Mercedes griped, looking indignant. “I’m the baby momma, and you two are gonna be singing in this kid’s face like a nonstop musical.”  

“That sounds like hell,” said Puck, looking disturbed. “I actually included both pink and blue hair dye for the kid once she/he wants a faux hawk.”

“We appreciate our share of the favor,” said Adam with a smile, before Kurt could object. For the sake of his sanity he’d learned long ago to not ask too many questions amidst the New Directions. He felt a bit wistful that he wound up meeting them so much later on, and felt genuinely privileged to sit with these fine lunatics. “But we didn’t want to inundate the baby in blue or pink, which is what surely would’ve happened had we found out.”

“These posers don’t want to know.” Complained Mercedes as Quinn poured her a glass of lemonade. “And I know that if I knew the sex, I’d want to spill my guts to someone here. And sooner or later it’d make its way back to them.”

“Why worry? It’s not like Rachel’s here,” Puck pointed out. Not a second later he looked sheepish.

Everyone stiffened a bit at that. Kurt briefly flicked his eyes to the ceiling, and Adam sighed.  

“So!” said Marley cheerfully, nonetheless sounding strained. “Um, how’s she doing, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Not good,” said Brittany vaguely. She was the only member of New Directions whom occasionally spoke to Rachel, mainly because she was too kind to hold a grudge. Or too forgetful; no one was sure which. She twisted a blond curl between her fingertips. “She and Blaine are getting divorced. It’ll be in all the supermarket magazines soon.”

“Pay up,” said Puck to Artie, whom rolled his eyes and began digging for his wallet. Tina looked affronted. “You couldn’t have told us that earlier?”

“No. Because it’s Adam’s day and Kurt’s day and baby intersex’s day.”

“Thanks, lovely,” said Kurt gratefully.

“Blaine wanted to come today,” muttered Sam. “This time I told him no.”

Everyone looked at him; he shrugged uncomfortably. “Normally, I’d…but, well…he’s…”

“Just say it,” Santana snapped impatiently. “Everyone knows the hobbit whom likes hiding cake in his socks would keep things lively, but I don’t need to get blood all over these walls up here in this bitch.”

“Damn straight you won’t. I just had them painted.

“Remember last time?” said Mike, looking pained.

“Of course we remember last time. Who needs to call the cops during a kid’s christening?” Mercedes demanded.

“I don’t condone violence normally anymore, but I made an exception for him,” said Puck, cracking his knuckles. “I’m just so relieved the church had a quality brand dumpster ready. My only regret is that the truck wasn’t on its way to take it to the dump.”

“Puck.”

“What? Dude, I promised your brother on his deathbed—“ A shadow passed over Puck’s eyes “—that I’d beat the crap outta anyone who’d try making you sad. And I owe you for all those years I tossed you in the scrap.”

“…um, thanks, Puck. That’s sweet and violent at the same time.”  

“People say the same about me, funnily enough,” said Santana loftily. “Although they usually omit the ‘sweet’ part.”

“I thought at least Rachel would come, though,” said Quinn softly, chin in hand. “But she said she was sick.”

“’Sick’ is Rachel Berry code for ‘I’m on a yacht near some leprosy island somewhere.’ You saw the tabloids.”

“But we all came for The Stud Muffin.” Said Tina sadly. “For her and Blaine.”

“I wish we hadn’t. I cried for the hour and a half of my life I’ll never get back,” scoffed Puck. “Thank God my man Adam faked an allergic reaction to the food at the after party.” Adam had just been passed a beer, and now raised it in Puck’s direction.

“I thought the movie was maybe intentionally bad,” said Artie with a frown. “Some kind of advent-garde social statement?”

“The only statement baby girl over here got was that there are better things to do with your time than watch Stud Muffin. Like cut yourself.”

“And that includes hanging out with those two, especially considering they only come when they need a shoulder to cry on.”

“Or someone to mooch on for over a year,” said Sam wearily.

“People grow apart,” Tina said, looking uncomfortable. Doubtful even. “It’s just…” She shook her head. “I just don’t even recognize him anymore. And it’s not the weight, that’s just…whatever, but c’mon, it’s a high school romance. He needs to let Kurt go.”

“Can we please not—“

“Do you know what kind of freaks we are, that most of us wound up getting married to our high school sweethearts? It’s like we went to musical Hogwarts.”

“Not Kurt, though,” said Artie as he stuffed a fistful of dollars into Puck’s waiting hand. “He had the nerve to marry outside our big, happy, incestuous family. I think everyone here has slept with someone here at this point but Kadam.”

Adam pressed a fist against his mouth but couldn’t conceal the laugh. Kurt looked as if the soul had been sucked out of him.

“Do you have to keep calling us that?”

“Why not? It’s cute.”

“I ship Kadam,” said Adam as he started cutting pieces of cake for the restless children. Luz wound up pushing Izzy to the side once Adam cut a corner slice with a flower on it. Britney had donated the egg and Mike the sperm, but Santana had been Luz’s surrogate. And she had Santana’s blood running through her veins. Kurt flicked him.

“No. Not you too!”

“Adam was already in show choir,” said Brittany slowly. “So that makes him our cousin, basically.” She patted his hand. “Don’t worry, Adam. You’re marrying a relative too.”

“Well, hooray for incest,” said Adam graciously, which wasn’t something he’d ever imagined he’d say.

“Can we get to opening presents already?” Mercedes whined. Kurt prepared to rip the paper off his box, but Mike spoke up, sounding dazed:

“Are Blaine and Rachel really getting divorced?”

“Well, twinkle-toes, I hate to break this to you, but Blainers is gay, and Rachel is straight. One of these things is not like the others…”

“I know, it’s just…it just seems like yesterday they were sending those flowery invites. The weird ones with the entwined male and female sex symbols?”

“Incidentally, changing your décor won’t change your sexuality.”

“I’ve tried,” said Kurt sadly.

“I’m glad it failed,” said Adam smoothly.

“Get a room,” Mike muttered.

Adam’s blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “Welllll, our room is next door—“ Kurt shoved him.

“I feel bad for them,” murmured Brittany. “They must’ve felt all alone in the world. That’s why they got married. Lord Tubbington’s the same way; that’s why he now has alimony payments to his fourth wife.”

“And we all went to the wedding, regardless if we…sort of fell apart along the way.” Said Artie, sighing. “Sam tried talking to him, we all tried talking to him, but we couldn’t persuade him otherwise.”

“Kind of what happens when someone marries someone out of pure spite,” said Santana quietly. Kurt wished with all his heart they’d let this go; all of the pastel-colored boxes were cute. “Even I wouldn’t sink that low.”

Marley looked thoughtful. “I remember during the rehearsal dinner Blaine kept talking over and over again about how happy he was. It was a little emphatic.” Her brow furrowed. “Because he kept looking over at our table and repeating it.”

“I don’t remember,” said Kurt dismissively. “Adam was showing me a funny video on his phone under the table.”

“Oh, so that’s what you guys were doing,” Tina purred, winking at a mortified-looking Kurt. “I thought…”

“There are children in the room!”

“You know, something we never told the ladies here is that while the groomsmen were getting ready in the hotel room, Blaine staggered in and begged Kurt to take him back.”

Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, Brittany and Santana inhaled the same breath at the same time. Kurt sighed again.

“I’m sure he didn’t actually mean it. He was drunk, and he’s not in love with me—just the idea of being young, full of potential, and not a complete…” He made a vague wave motion with his hand.

“Douche canoe?” Santana offered, accepting a slice of cake.

“Caution: Children.”

“Caution: My daughter hears a lot spicier words from her abuela,” said Santana sweetly.

“Well, I think he did want you back, considering he fell to his knees, buried his face in your suit, and bawled…that was before Adam socked him.”

Adam turned red. Mercedes looked intrigued.

“I thought that black eye came from…what did Blaine say it was from?”

“Falling down the stairs and somehow blacking his eye on the way.”

“Well, well, well, looks like Sir I’m-Such-A-Well-Mannered-Englishman has some teeth after all,” said Santana, lip curling.

“I felt like I achieved the American dream that day,” said Adam, and the room burst into applause. Puck nodded appreciatively.

“I’ll get you a medal.”

“And after Kurt and Adam escaped out the window, Blaine got up and said he didn’t mean any of it, that he still loved Rachel,” said Sam softly. “And was just playing a late joke. None of us thought it was funny. I didn’t want to watch him do this to himself, but I thought…I’d at least stay through the ceremony before leaving. If only for in memory of what we used to have.”

“I stayed for booze and free food,” said Puck. “And to toss Blaine into another dumpster on my way out.”

“Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, come on. That was a fancy-ass dumpster filled with caviar, or some crap. He ought to have been flattered.”

“We might be here for awhile,” Kurt whispered in Adam’s ear, sounding annoyed, but affectionately so. Adam kissed him on the cheek and hummed.

The upside to Kurt’s friends visiting was that cable television was rendered completely unnecessary.

-O-