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wastelandcrown · 4 years ago

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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 4: a tight-knit family

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a theatre brat to the highest degree (Sorry Roman stans), Remus being Remus, (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please dm me!! This chapter we see a LOT of Patton, a little of Virgil, and some Roman being an ass behaviour. I apologize if this chapter is lackluster, it’s important I promise!! Also I just finished chapter 5...its 3295 of intrulogical fluff

Pairings: Eventual Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, Eventual One-Sided Logicality, Platonic Analogical, Platonic DRLAMP

Word Count: 2269

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer

After a few weeks, not disappointing Remus was a weak reason to be here.

Though he never considered himself a quitter, god he would love to just quit one thing in his life. The thing being theatre.

When Thomas arrived Roman bombarded him with questions. Turns out, Logan was cast as Hamilton due to his exceptional rapping. Roman, weaker at rapping but a very confident and strong singer, could provide the extremely skilled vocal performance required by Washington. If Logan were to get sick, Roman would play Hamilton and Remus would hand over Maria’s part to his understudy. Which made sense, of course. The beginnings of rehearsals were, by all means, not entirely awful. They were going to learn the music to the show, song by song. The first problem arises with Logan’s absolutely awful stage fright. After the first run-through of the title number, Alexander Hamilton, Logan almost threw up again. People looked directly at him whenever he sang or rapped. The musical director, Jamahl, assured him it was fine. Jamahl, as nice as he was, would be receiving a solid two on Logan’s chart. It’s okay, Logan, Everyone gets stage fright, Logan. That, quite frankly, sounded like a bunch of bullshit. Especially since every time Logan got too nervous and messed up, Roman laughed from off to his side.

Which shouldn’t bother him. It really shouldn’t. Except...Well, it was infuriating to be laughed at. For something he can’t control no less. He was ready to ball up his script and pelt him with paper until he stopped being a colossally egotistical idiot. Along with Roman’s frankly abhorrent behaviour, Logan also had to deal with feigning...romantic intimacy. Don’t get him wrong, Patton was a very nice guy. But...how would you feel knowing your first kiss would have to be fake for a theatre production? Bad. You would feel bad. So does Logan. Logan is sick of all of this, and by the end of the second week he finally snaps.

When he hears that during Helpless he needs to kiss Patton, he doesn’t bother to hide his surprise. Of course, after he does, Roman decides to open his big dumb mouth.

“What’s wrong, Microsoft nerd? Upset that your first kiss will be on the stage?”

Patton reels back and glares at Roman almost instantly, opening his mouth to defend Logan, when Logan turns on Roman himself.

“I am beginning to wonder if you ever just shut up,” Logan snaps, fists balled in anger.

“Because honestly, for the two weeks I have been in this theatre program, you have done nothing but spout off like a tea kettle about to boil over all because I happened to be better than you at one thing. So I am sincerely asking, do you ever shut up?”

Somehow, he has done the impossible. Roman is stunned into silence, his face goes red with anger.

“How dare-” Is all he manages to get out before Thomas calls for a five-minute break.

Thomas motions for Logan to come over to him, and he’s still fuming. If he were as dramatic as a certain hoity-toity theatre brat, he would be practically foaming at the mouth. Thomas is an adult, so he tries to pull himself together.

“I apologize-”

“Don’t. Roman kinda deserved that,” Thomas says with a smirk, “He’s a great kid, but he has a lot to learn.”

It’s his turn to be shocked into silence, because never in a million years would he expect an adult to enable such an outburst.

“Really though, Logan, Just try not to let it happen again. I’ll let it slide this time, okay?”

With a nudge to the side and a kind smile, Logan is sent to have his break.

Roman is quiet for the rest of the day. Logan could not be more pleased. Roman’s anger at him was unjustified and awful, he was overall awful. After today, he would need to add a negative rating to his charts. He doesn’t think he could ever get along with someone like Roman without eventually succumbing to his anger and strangling him. Logan knows his extreme anger is wrong, but Roman was just...just...absolutely, unbelievably, infuriating. Sitting in the lobby waiting for his father like usual, he is approached by Patton. Alone this time, without Virgil. Which is strange.

“You look like you’re about to rip someone's head off,” Patton giggles out with a sympathetic smile.

Logan sighs and gives him a little smirk, “My apologies, are you going to be getting a ride with Virgil tonight?”

“No, his dad is picking him up! I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out!”

“I-” Logan thinks on this for a while, then shrugs. It may be for the best. Patton has been very kind, and he has defended him when Roman was being a jerk.

“Sure, let me message my father.”

Patton’s car is a beat-up looking second-hand thing that looks like it rolled out of a dump. Inside, it’s actually very well taken care of. Patton calls the car “Christine” and pats her lovingly. Hanging from the rear-view mirror is a small frog-shaped air freshener that makes the car smell of strawberries. The seats are comfortable, and Patton’s music is sweet. Eventually they pull into a parking lot in a townhouse area, and as they walk down the street Patton waves and says hello to all his neighbours that are outside.

“You know them all?”

“Oh, yeah! Lots of them have babysat me, or my sisters! And I’ve babysat for them too!”

Huh. He didn’t know Patton had sisters. Though, the second they enter his house, it’s entirely obvious.

In the living room, there are three young girls. Patton’s shoes are barely off when the two youngest ones rush him and engulf him in hugs. The older one walks over and smiles at Logan first.

“Hi, which one are you?” She asks, and Patton laughs.

“Delilah Ann! That’s not nice!”

“I’m Logan, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Lilah, I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly ‘cause Pat doesn’t shut up.”

Patton looks a little pouty, but Logan thinks he likes Lilah. She doesn’t look much like Patton at all. Her hair is more wavy than curly, and a very nice strawberry blonde colour. She doesn’t have glasses, and dresses very tomboyish, the only thing that ties them together are their freckled cheeks. She’s only thirteen, but Logan finds her interesting to talk to. While Patton is dealing with the younger ones, she tells him about how she wants to be a mortician and is the smartest in her family. Logan smiles a little while they have a mostly one-sided conversation.

One thing the siblings have in common is certainly their talkative likability.

The younger two are put to work on their homework at the dining table, and Patton begins to set up dinner. Logan sits next to the girls at the table, Delilah retreating to her room, chatting with Patton as he cooks. He offered to help but was denied at every turn. Something about him being a guest, and how he shouldn’t have to. They’re discussing their roles in the play when the youngest slams her head against the table dramatically.

“Patton! I don’t wanna do this anymore!” She whines, Patton puts some potatoes in a pot then brushes off his hands on his apron.

“Do you need help, or do you need a break?”

“Help!”

Logan peers over her paper and sees a bunch of simple multiplication questions, she must only be in second or third grade.

He clears his throat, “If you’d like, I could help you.”

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Patton can Logan help me please!”

Patton agrees, despite obviously looking at Logan and saying ‘You really don’t have to’ with his eyes. Logan likes to teach, he’s more than happy to help out. Especially since Elaine is extremely charming. You can definitely see how much she looks like Patton. Big square glasses, blonde hair in pigtails, tons of freckles dotting chubby cheeks. She acts like him too, spouting out awful dad jokes that make Patton lose it laughing in the kitchen. She tries her best to listen, and manages to actually complete her math homework with a pretty good mark. Her teacher will hopefully be impressed. Logan’s dad texts and asks if he needs to be picked up, but Elaine begs him to stay for dinner and...well he can’t say no, can he? Patton says he doesn’t have to stay, but he wants to.

He’d never had siblings, it had always just been him and his parents. Though he loved them, and they loved him, it was so...lonely sometimes. He had always wanted a little brother or sister, maybe even a pet, but it never really happened. The energy in Patton’s house was somehow a perfect mix of lively and calm, they felt like they were really a family. Logan relished in it. The feeling of community, full of love so openly given and received. The most he had were very quiet holiday dinners with the few Larks who were left. He remembers being Elaine’s age, he felt so lonely. She wasn’t lonely though, she was full of love. So was Patton. It was very nice. He watches Patton cook and he chats with him while realizing he’s been much too harsh on him. His kindness wasn’t fake, there was no way. He was a real person who was actually that nice. He defended him out of the kindness of his heart.

Ding.

hey logan wyd rn

Ah, Virgil. That was a pleasant surprise.

I’m actually at Patton’s house. Elaine has roped me into staying for dinner.

He can almost hear Virgil’s little chuckle.

yeah she does that hows sophie

Sophie? Oh, that must be the third sister. She’s very quiet, her eyes haven’t once looked upwards the whole time they’ve been sat together.

“Ahem-Uhm-Sophie,” Logan starts, and Sophie looks up from her homework, “Virgil was wondering how you are?”

Her eyes light up, “I’m good. Is he going to come over?”

She’s good. She wants to know if you will be coming over.

hah, sure tell her to give me 20

“Yes, give him twenty minutes.”

Sophie smiles, and Logan is reminded of Virgil almost immediately. She has dark brown hair that covers her face and a bit of a natural glare. Her smile is shy, and he wonders if Patton secretly stole Virgil’s little sister.

It seems like it, even more, when Virgil actually gets there. Sophie’s entire demeanor changes. She becomes extremely talkative and tells Virgil all about how she’s got a new villager in her animal crossing town. Virgil entertains her with talking, going and helping Patton to cook. Logan gets up to help as well, but Virgil waves him away. Virgil looks like he belongs here, in this little dining room-kitchen. He’s laughing beside Patton, talking to both girls and Logan, helping cook and set the table. Logan can’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this before. While Patton is putting the food on the table, the door opens and a tired-looking woman enters. Virgil goes to greet her, and she smiles. Her hair is curly and blonde, her eyes are a cloudy green, she is covered in a smattering of freckles, and she looks...just like Patton.

Logan gets up to go greet her as well. When she sees him she beams and it’s like he’s been confronted by the sun herself.

“You must be Logan! Virgil and Patton talk my ears off about you!” She pats his head, and continues, “The boys just adore you! It’s about time you came for dinner!”

He almost can’t speak, and both Virgil and Patton whine about her embarrassing them, but he nods, “Thank you for having me, but I’ve only known them for two weeks, Ma’am.”

The woman looks a little confused, then laughs joyously, “No need for that, kiddo! Just call me Lisa, okay?”

After patting him on the shoulder, she slinks by and greets all her children. Lilah has come back down, and the whole table is now filled to the brim. Dinner is filling and delicious, Patton really has a talent for the culinary arts. Which is strange considering Logan took him as someone who, like him, couldn’t cook to save his life.

After dinner, Patton brings Logan and Virgil to his room to hang out. They play video games, talk about anything they can manage, and by the time it’s late Logan is smiling. At nine, Elaine and Sophie are whining about Patton putting them to bed. Virgil and Logan wish them good night and Virgil drives Logan home.

“Logan, I’ve gotta ask...why did you agree to hang out with Patton?”

“Well...I’m not actually sure. I think that I needed it.”

“How do you mean?”

Logan looks out the window and thinks to himself. Why? He’s never had friends, or much of a close family. He figured he agreed because well…

“Patton has something I don’t. It helped me understand him better to see what he has.”

Virgil accepted that, but Logan wasn’t sure he understood it fully. He’s not even sure he does.

That night, Roman gets a negative two. Patton gets a ten, and written on his pages are the names and personalities of his family members. Along with that, is a very simple phrase.

I have concluded that Patton is, indeed, a very good person.

Why it took him this long to come to terms with, he will never understand.

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gingerwritess · 5 years ago

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Hey Theo! I just wanted to asking you could write something with Elliot on a sugar high before bed and maybe Loki and Reader treat putting Elliot to sleep like a mission... and maybe a steamy end???????

actual content?? on this blog ??? it’s more likely than you think ;)

oh my GOSH this was so so hard to write y’all i have had writers block so badly lately so thank you for sticking around!

this has mentions of drinking in it, no drunkenness, just sipping drinks :) ps this didn’t follow the request exactly i’m SORRY but i definitely have elliot on a sugar high in here! + steamy middle, but it works…

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You’ve lost your babies.

One of whom is the father of your actual baby, but you’re fairly certain that he was the one who took the candy in the first place.

The giggles coming from the bathroom might be a good hint, so you peek your head in the dark little room to find two silhouettes sitting in the empty bathtub, doubled over with laughter.

“Shh!!”

More giggles, and you yank the shower curtain aside.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“Your son started it,” Loki blurts, shoving the bag of candy into Elliot’s lap—who just screeches and throws it right back at him.

“Nuh uh!! Mommy, that’s not true! He brought it to me, he said I could have it!”

The little finger in Loki’s face never wavers as Elliot clambers over Loki’s legs to stand, hastily wiping at the chocolate smeared across his mouth.

“Little silvertongue,” Loki mutters as he pulls himself to his feet. “This was your idea, Elliot, I suggested we invite your mother as well…”

Hands on your hips, you raise an eyebrow at your son. “Is that true?”

Elliot giggles and plants his hands on his hips, too, grinning up at your “strict” gaze.

“Nope!”

“What am I going to do with your father?”

“He needs a spanking,” Elliot giggles as you lift him out of the bathtub, smoothing out the red cape on his shoulders. “He’s been real bad.”

Loki lets out a snort. “Don’t get my hopes up, Elliot.”

“Huh?”

“Loki.” You smack him in the chest, only to receive a wink in return. “C’mon, you two. We were supposed to be there five minutes ago.”

“I’m still tempted to forbid you from leaving the house dressed like that, Elliot.” Climbing out of the bathtub, Loki heaves a great sigh and tosses Elliot his little foam mjolnir. “As adorable as you look, I’m still insulted.”

Elliot giggles, clambering onto the counter to adjust his feathered helmet in the mirror. “I was you last year, daddy, it’s uncle’s turn. Gotta share, ‘member?”

Clearly Loki still isn’t thrilled with the notion of his son dressing up as his infamous brother…but given the circumstances and Thor’s blatant adoration for his kid, he sighs and waves a hand at Elliot.

“Right as always, my liege.”

Elliot grins from his spot up on the counter, tossing the little hammer from hand to hand. His lips curl, dimples forming in his chubby little cheeks—you know that look. He’s plotting something, isn’t he?

“Kneel, daddy.”

“Excuse me?”

The little boy bursts into a fit of giggles, chucking the foam hammer at Loki—who only gasps and scoops him off the counter with one great big “oh, how dare you,” lugging the mini-god of thunder off to the car amidst many laughing squirms and shrieked protests.

Once you’re at the tower, Loki’s reminded of just how much much he dislikes these social events.

Elliot left the moment you were through the door, zooming off with mjolnir in the air, cape fluttering, yelling for his uncle—leaving Loki a tiny bit sour, his hand still reaching for Elliot’s, who’s practically teleported away.

You take it instead.

“He’ll be back.” You give his hand a squeeze. “Must just be really excited about the prospect of flying.”

“I can fly,” Loki says under his breath, shoulders dropping. “Maybe not in the same way as Thor, but I can.”

Your soothing, reassuring response is cut off by a clinking of metal near your feet—you glance down.

Morgan’s waddled her way in front of you.

“What in all Hel—”

“Loki!”

The little girl waves up at the two of you, a great big toothless smile on her face.

Under the gold horned helmet on her head, that is.

“I’m you!”

She pokes Loki in the thigh. “See? Look it, look it, I’m you! Mr. Loki of Ath-gard!”

Either Loki is about to laugh, or the Stark legacy is about to end sooner than expected.

“That’s an amazing costume, Morgan!” You quickly smile and give the horns on her little helmet a playful tug, a hand on Loki’s arm, just in case. “Why’d you want to be Loki? Not your dad or…anything else?”

“I wanted to be somethin’ scary for Halloween,” she explains, reaching into the leather pouch around her waist. “Somethin’ scary ‘n ugly that’ll make people scream! So my dad said I should be Mr. Loki. I like it.”

Finding whatever she was looking for, she grins and pulls out a little blue cube.

“Tesseract,” Loki croaks. “C-clever.”

Keep it together, Lokes; she said she liked it, right?

It’s…adorable, actually, the beaming little brunette swishing the green cape around her, a banana hanging off her hip—

“Wait, what’s the banana for?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me have a knife,” she sighs, lifting the cape for a better look at the banana.

Loki looks like he might throw up.

“What’d’ya think, Mr. Loki?”

Silence, and you nudge him in the arm, praying he’ll focus on the endearing part of the costume.

“It’s…clearly the best costume of the night.”

Oh, thank god.

Morgan lights up and squeals, and you give Loki’s hand another squeeze, silently thanking him for not ruining her spirits.

“It’s better than Elliot’s, too,” she decides, adjusting her helmet before spinning on her heel and bolting away, cape fluttering. “I gotta go show ‘im!!”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little admirer,” you remark with a grin, tugging Loki over towards the drinks. “Wonder how much candy she’s had.”

“None, if you can believe that.”

“Tony! Hey, the place looks great!”

You hug the billionaire, much to the chagrin of your husband behind you, tiredly requesting two drinks and downing his in one gulp.

“Stark,” he then smiles, setting down the cup and offering his hand. “Happy…Halloween.”

Nailed it. Look at him go, all social ‘n stuff.

“I haven’t seen Elliot,” Tony says, ignoring Loki’s extended hand and wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’s the little bugger gone as, this year?”

“A complete—buffoon—” Loki grunts and squirms away from the hug.

“He wanted to dress up as Thor.” Smacking Loki in the arm, you sigh and try to find your son, lost amidst a crowd of friends. “It’s really cute, he’s got a little hammer and cape! There he is.”

They follow your point to find Elliot perched on the arm of a couch, eagerly listening to Morgan explain every detail of her costume, from the tip of her horned helmet down to the contents of her little pouch—

The mock-tesseract, spare banana, and a bit of green colour-powder—which she promptly takes a handful of and blows in Elliot’s face.

“Boom! Magic!”

Your little boy is mesmerised.

“Elliot’s pretty calm for already having eaten half a bag of candy,” you point out, nudging Loki with your hip. “Thanks to this bad boy, that is.”

“Uh oh…” Tony grins, giving Loki a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Been naughty, Lokester? Careful…tonight’s the one night mommy and daddy don’t need an excuse for the screams, ‘f y’know what I mean.”

You snort into your drink, but Loki just dryly replies with a monotone “I use a spell, thanks,” and takes another sip.

“Someone needs to get into the spooky spirit,” Tony laughs, nudging you in the arm. “You better chain him up or somethin’, celebrate.”

“Yes, Tony, thank you for the sex advice,” you groan, pushing him away. He just gives a loud whoop and hurries off to go talk to the kids—probably a terrible idea.

Loki’s still quietly leaning against the bar, watching the kids laugh and sipping his drink.

Well…maybe Tony had a point.

He could use a bit of a pick me up. And it’s been a couple days, given Elliot’s recent obsession with space—that’s been requiring you and your hubby to spend your nights cuddled up with your son, illusions upon illusions of the universe sparkling across the ceiling.

Not that you could ever complain.

“So…” you sidle up close to him again and laying a hand on his chest. “Are we going to be needing chains tonight, love?”

Loki quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe something to tie you down, but I don’t think chains will be necessary.”

“Oh. Expecting me to cooperate, hm?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, taking a slow sip and pointedly licking his lips. “Don’t cooperate, see what happens.”

“Maybe I will,” you hum, a hand slipping up to take the drink from his hand and set it aside, turning his face to yours. “Hey.”

He looks at you, eyes tired but twinkling.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

There’s an undeniable dimness to his eyes, but he gives you a small smile and tips his head down to brush his lips against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers—you frown into his lips.

That’s not an answer.

“What’s on your mind?” You pry again, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“Currently…” his kiss deepens, tongue flitting out to flick over your lips. “You, a little…mm, tied up…”

“Save it,” you laugh, twining your arms about his neck and pulling him closer. “There’s children present.”

Breaking apart, your noses bump. “We could leave,” Loki whispers. “Thor has an eye on Elliot, no one would know we’re gone.”

“Ah, yes, there’s got to be a closet in this place that we haven’t already tainted…”

Casting a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice, Loki twines his fingers through yours and pushes off the bar into the small crowd, a tiny, eager grin on his face.

You’ve no choice but to follow, really…not that you wouldn’t.

*cue wii music in the background*

i’d like to take this pure moment to remind you. be a nice person. love people. let people live their own lives. you and Loki totally aren’t making out+ in a closet rn. am i avoiding it? yes. go be nice.

*end scene*

“You still haven’t—ugh, answered me,” you huff, grabbing Loki’s arm when he sets you back on your feet, snagging another kiss. “What’s wrong?”

The little mechanical closet is dark, air heavy and filled with the whirring of computer parts, and Loki tugs you closer, fingers still tight around your hip.

“Nothing.” His lips capture yours again. “Remember the first time I dragged you into a dark closet?”

“Of course, I don’t think I’d forget the knife to my throat. You really liked your death threats, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles, face buried in the curve of your neck. “Thank you for being patient enough to teach me how to properly display my emotions.”

“I think you and closets matured nicely,” you murmur with a grin. “This is a much better option.”

Loki smiles, lips turned against your skin, and his breathless little sighs fall on your ear as he starts kissing you again—warm and open-mouthed along your jaw.

A hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, tugging you closer.

It slowly slips to your back, and the kisses slow to a stop.

His arms wrap around your waist and hold onto you tight.

“Loki?”

You can feel his heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

“Loki, what’s the matter?” Carding your fingers through his hair, you quickly hug him back just as tightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart, please.”

“Are you real?”

Muffled against your skin, his voice quivers.

“Yes,” you breathe, holding him closer. “Yes, of course I am—”

“And our son?”

You nod furiously and cradle the back of his head, keeping him tight in your embrace. “Yes, he is, he’s yours and mine and he’s real.”

“Alright.”

“Where’s this coming from, snowflake?”

He takes a shuddering breath—your heart drops. What happened?

“Stark,” he mumbles, and you sink to the floor, bringing him down with you in your arms.

“What about him?”

“He deserves this. A wife. A daughter. Family, happiness.”

“So do you,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, over and over and over. “So do you, Loki, you deserve this, too.”

But as expected, Loki shakes his head and clutches at your back. “No, I don’t. Every day I wake, I think this is a dream. Just a fantasy.”

“But it’s not,” you argue, and you push him back by the shoulders to stare into his dim green eyes. “You are more deserving of happiness than anyone I know, and—”

“What have I done to deserve this?” He snaps, and you brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Stark has saved this planet time and time again, one of which was saving your world from my own reign of terror. I brought nothing but destruction to this realm, horror and death and destruction, yet here I am. Living here, with my family, happy.”

He spits the word out with such venom.

What a horrid paradox he lives in—loathing himself, finally finding happiness, only to despise himself so terribly that he won’t let himself enjoy it.

“You listen to me, Loki.” Your mouths meet once more, quick but firm. “So what, you’ve done some bad things. So have I, and so has Tony, so has Thor, and your father, and so has literally every single person in this entire universe.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. You have to find a way to forgive yourself. You’re a good person, Loki. Someone I love, and someone our son loves.”

He doesn’t respond, just huddled in front of you staring back into your eyes, desperately trying to believe you.

Stroking a hand along his cheek, you give him a small smile. “I love you, Loki.”

Still nothing—just a quick, teary blink as he stares.

“I love you,” you whisper again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Then you grab his face in your hands and drag him towards you, pressing quick little smooches across his cheeks and nose and lips and eyes and anywhere you can reach, down his jaw and over the hands he’s pushing you away with, wrought with laughter.

“Stop, stop,” he laughs, a hand on your face to keep your kisses at bay. “Gods, woman, I get it. I love you, too.”

You kiss the palm of his hand.

“I love you.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“No, I love you.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” he laughs, lips puckering when you squish his cheeks in your hands and smush your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“But I loooove you, baby…” your hand slips under his shirt to lay against his heart, and you sling an arm around his neck to drag him into another kiss.

“I—mmf—love you,” Loki grunts—lips too squished and busy to get anything more out. “S-so much—”

His heart beats steadily under your palm.

Good.

Pushing him back with a loud smack, you take a deep breath and grin at him.

“Your kisses still knock the air right out of me, snowflake.”

“Well,” he huffs, swiping a hand across his mouth, “you don’t exactly pause for air, darling.”

Air comes second, when it comes to kissing Loki.

“C’mon,” you laugh, pulling yourself to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Lets go find our baby-Thor before anyone gets suspicious.”

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The Halloween party blazes on as the two of you wind your way back to the bar, on the lookout for a hulking blond god and his dark haired mini-me.

But, the sight of the mini-Loki catches your eye first—Morgan’s cackling.

That’s the first bad sign.

The second is the pile of empty candy wrappers her and Elliot are throwing in the air like confetti, littering the floor around them, and the third—the one flashing a neon sign saying I screwed up—is Thor’s guilty grin.

“What did you—”

“MOMMY!!”

Your little boy comes barrelling across the floor to crash into your knees, grinning and out of breath.

“Did you know you can make love??”

You all but choke on air. “What?!”

“Uncle Thor said you ‘n daddy made love!! I wanna make some, show me how!” Jumping up and down, Elliot’s screeching, turning heads across the entire room.

Your heart plummets.

“Elliot, shh, please!” You drop to your knees and clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the incessant bouncing. “Don’t say that so loudly, shush!!”

Elliot nods furiously, still giggling as he squirms it from under your hand. “I wanna make love!” He whisper-yells, hands in little fists pumping in the air. “I wanna make some love and give it to daddy, what’re the ingred-ents??”

“Thor.” You stand, shoving a finger in the burly god’s chest. “What the hell did you tell him?”

“Well, he asked where you went—”

Loki hits the floor, he’s laughing so hard.

“In all truthfulness, this is your fault,” Thor offers, pointing a finger at Loki. “You always tell me to never lie to your son!”

“Why—hah—why, by Odin’s beard, would you think to tell him that??”

“It’s the truth,” Thor grumbles, popping another chocolate bar in his mouth. “Clearly you two were off trick-or-treating each other, I merely put your thirst into child-friendly terms…”

“That’s enough, Thor, thank you.” You clap a hand over your eyes with a groan—Elliot’s still chanting—albeit quietly—“make! love! make! love! make! love!”

“On that note, we’re leaving.” You swoop Elliot’s giggly self into your arms, only to have him start screeching and practically roll out of your arms.

“I DON’T WANNA GO YET!”

“Norns, child.” Loki’s eyes go wide. “No yelling, Elliot. Try again.”

The kid’s pumped so full of sugar, he’s practically vibrating in your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he giggles, and you know he means it seriously, though the grinning, chocolate-covered face says otherwise. “Can we please stay a little longer? Please?”

“Fine…” you sigh, dropping him back to the floor—he bolts away, grabbing Morgan by the hand and uh, poof.

Gone.

You catch the two of them, mini-Loki and mini-Thor, hiding under the candy table a few minutes later.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Morgan Stark dressed up as you—”

Loki grabs you with one arm around the waist, catching your lips with his and promptly shutting you right up.

“No. No, I don’t think we are.”

* * * * * * * *

Elliot’s still going by the time you do drag him to the car—him taking to whacking everyone around him in the shins with his little mjolnir had been the last straw—and the moment he’s been wrestled into his car seat, the singing begins.

Who knew such little lungs had so much power?

“AND HEIMDALL’S YELLOW ‘N IRON MAN’S RED, A CAPE FOR THE BIG FELLOW ‘N CAP’S NOT DEAD—”

“Did he come up with that one on his own?”

“I assume so,” Loki sighs, head slumped into his hand, watching you drive. “I tried to give him some other options, but he’s a bit too hyper now for another lesson in Norse, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I can do it in Norse, dad!”

There’s a deep breath from the backseat—you brace yourself—followed by a deafening bang and a puff of dark smoke that fills the car from window to window.

You slam on the brakes.

“Elliot! No magic while we’re driving!”

“Sorry!” He shrieks, hands shooting into the air in defence. “Tha’s an accident!!”

“Pull over,” Loki coughs, waving away some of the smoke so you can at least see out the windshield. “I’ll sit with him.”

You do, and Loki goes to sit in the back with Elliot, quickly snatching up his little shaking hands in his own.

“You alright, Elliot?”

“That was an accident,” he whispers again, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You twist around to smile at the little boy—hands trembling out in front of him, lip starting to wobble, he looks terrified. “Don’t worry, okay? Dad’s right here, he’s going to help.”

“We just have to be careful,” Loki quietly tells him, smoothing his thumbs over Elliot’s knuckles. “You see how that could’ve been dangerous, yes?”

“Uh-huh. I understand, really.”

Loki gives him a soft smile, squeezing his hands. “Would you sing me more of your song? The lyrics were intriguing, I would love to hear more.”

Elliot sniffs, giving a small shake of his head. “I wroted it myself,” he mumbles. “That’s all the words. Can you sing?”

“O-of course, erm…sure.”

You smile to yourself, starting the car back up.

They’ll be okay.

Loki’s quiet singing certainly helps, sitting in the backseat as you drive, holding Elliot’s hands tight in his. He’s ten times calmer, the sugar high starting to crash, his head lolling back against the car seat as he stares at his father with drooping eyes.

Slow blinks and hushed voices fill the car by the time you’re home. Finishing the quiet song to keep Elliot in his almost-asleep daze, Loki continues singing while you carefully unbuckle the kid, hoisting him into your arms to carry inside, Loki close behind.

“That was a lot easier than I expected,” you whisper, setting Elliot on his bed and getting him some sleep clothes to change into.

“With how much candy he ate, I did expect much, much worse,” Loki agrees, kneeling in front of the half-asleep little boy. “Lift your arms for me, Elliot? Just for a second, then you can go to back sleep.”

The two of you slowly get him changed, holding his head up when it droops and promising to hang his cape by the door when he jerks awake and insists upon it.

“I’ll hold him, you brush his teeth?” You ask, picking up your son and holding him close.

Loki smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course.”

Elliot’s drooling toothpaste onto your shoulder then entire time, but to hear Loki quietly chuckling behind you as he tries to brush the sleeping kid’s teeth, it’s entirely worth every bit.

“That’s as good as I can do,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along Elliot’s round little cheek. “Let’s get him in bed before he latches onto you for good.”

You give a soft laugh, hugging the boy tighter. “I wouldn’t complain. His hugs rival yours, Lokes, watch out.”

Loki stretches out on the foot of Elliot’s bed, arms crossing behind his head with a content sigh.

“I mean, personally, I wouldn’t.” He catches your eye with a smile as you lower Elliot to the pillows. “Let you out of my arms, that is.”

“Neither would Elliot, apparently,” you laugh, trying to no avail to pry the little arms from around your neck. “Help, Loki, he’s not…heh, he’s not letting go…”

He sits up with a dramatic huff. “Only one thing to do, then.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tug and you let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed.

“Loki!” You hiss, hoping to god that didn’t wake Elliot up.

“Shh…I need a hug, too.” Arms winding about your waist and over Elliot, who’s still fast asleep on your chest, Loki nestles into your side with a happy little hum. “Here. Better?”

A hand runs up your thigh, changing you immediately into your sleep clothes without having to actually get up and change. He’s done the same for himself, and you fake a sigh.

“I guess we’re sleeping here again, hm?”

“I won’t complain,” Loki murmurs, a hand rubbing over Elliot’s back. “Want the stars?”

You nod with a small smile, settling back against the pillows, your son on your chest and husband by your side. This is pretty unreal, you decide. Loki was asking the right questions.

It only gets better when Loki waves a hand towards the ceiling, flipping off the lights and covering the room in dim, flickering illusions of the universe, colourful realms swirling in the air among the endless expanse of stars.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on Loki’s cheek. “I’d kiss you right now, but I can’t reach you with Elliot on me.”

“Let’s fix that.” Starlight glinting off his cheekbones, he scoots up onto the pillows and cradles your head in his hands, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before melding his lips to yours.

Soft, slow, and Elliot shifts in his sleep, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he reaches for Loki, tugging him closer for you while he sleeps.

“That’s better.” A giddy laugh leaves your lips when Loki does, kissing the tip of your nose once for good measure before cuddling back into your side.

“And what’s so funny, darling?”

“Are you real?” You whisper, grinning down at your two loves, a hand combing through Elliot’s curls. “Are either of you real?”

Loki smiles, the universe swimming in his eyes as he watches you play with Elliot’s hair. “Told you. We live in a dream. This is just a fantasy, isn’t it.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “Just feels like it, and that’s a million times better.”

“I love you. Both of you.”

Eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, Loki takes your other hand in his and lays it on the top of his head.

“Real subtle, Loki. I love you.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, too.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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uhhhh i need a reddie as parents hc

oh my god yes!!!!!

planned together w @remushlupin again

its also long again. do i even need to say this anymore??? all my hc’s are long i cant write them short sue me

lets assume they have a boy and a girl (*cough* neil patrick harris & david burtka *cough*)

so ever since the kids first arrived at the shared household of tozier and kaspbrak,,, richie would not put the polaroid camera out of his hands

he’d be taking pictures of the kids CONSTANTLY in every situation ever. bath time? absolutely. messy spaghetti for lunch? you bet your ass. play time on the floor? DEFINITELY. eddie changing the diapers? even then.

“RICHIE ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RN?”

“well what! we gotta memorize everything!”

“nOT EVERYTHING”

richie’s also constantly emailing the photos to the rest of the losers because he’s such a proud dad

“this is rhiana eating. this is rhiana outside playing in the leafs. this is rhiana taking a bath. this is rhiana sleeping. this is rhiana —”

“okay richie great pics!!” (please no more)

“thanks! now here’s liam watching tv. here’s liam with the neighbor dog. here’s liam in his favorite overalls isn’t he just so CUTE—”

so many shopping for baby clothes!!! beverly’s also bought so many like every time she sees a cute baby overall or something she buys it immediately

they basically have so many colors like all the colors of rainbow

(obviously)

once the kids get a little older like around 4-6 all they wanna do is watch disney movies!!! and eddie and richie are down with it of course

just imagine reddie + kids movie night???? all of them cuddled up on the couch??? with a bowl of popcorn??? under a blanket????

mulan is rhiana’s favorite and little mermaid is liam’s favorite

richie of course learns how to do the voices to all the funny disney characters, his best ones are sebastian and mushu though and the kids LOVE them!!!! they love them so much and it just drives richie to do the voices even more so eventually eddie has to forbid him from doing them around bedtime because the kids will never stop giggling and every time they giggle richie’s heart expands like a trillion times so he will just continue with the impressions and it’s a CYCLE

in case you were wondering, richie’s the stay at home dad. i repeat, richie’s the stay at home dad!!!!!

he definitely does the laundry and dishes wearing a baby blue apron

eddie’s working 9 to 5 as an accountant and he fucking hates the job

richie and the kids decide to cheer him up and call him facetime calls and eddie’s immediately feelin better :“)

also. whenever eddie has to work a long day he comes back home to a ready bubble bath,, a warm prepped meal and a glass of red wine

eddie knows it’s gonna happen every time he’s coming home late but somehow he always forgets? so whenever he comes home and opens the door to see the dim lighted kitchen with a candle on the table next to his foil-covered plate and the wine glass he nearly bursts out in tears

richie’s a very caring husband™

but not that great with dressing up the kids

*one night when richie’s taking liam to the movies*

“honey … what is liam wearing???”

“he’s wearing fashion.”

“is that a… baby hawaiian shirt???”

“LIAM RUN TO THE CAR!!!!!”

anyway,,, how cute would christmas times be too?? like baking gingerbread cookies all of them around the kitchen counter together while listening to christmas songs ,,, richie and eddie forgetting about the kids for a moment when richie accidentally gets some red sugar frosting on eddie’s nose and eddie’s like “omg what did you do!!!” and richie says “you’re rudolph now” and boops his nose,,, and eddie just swoons and oh WOW they’re in LOVE and some disgustingly cute heart eyes to each other are exchanged before richie leans to kiss him and the kids go “EWWWWWWWW!!!”

imagining this just added 10 years to my life

richie literally spoils them SO MUCH

*reddie shopping for christmas presents*

“richie what is that?”

“it’s the doll house rhiana asked for”

“uhh yes and it’s also 200 dollars”

“,,, it’s the DOLL HOUSE ,, RHIANA ASKED FOR”

richie would fetch them the moon from the sky if they asked for it

also imagine the christmas mornings ,,, richie and eddie on the couch snuggled next to each other with cups of coffee/tea,, with smiles on their faces watching as the kids open the presents and it’s literally just the photo of a perfect family on a snowy xmas morning

well lets fast forward a little again, the kids are like 8-10 now

rhiana has the prettiest dark, curly hair and her eyes are brown and beautiful

liam has light hair, it’s kind of like dirty blonde and he’s got blue eyes

rhiana has a lot of friends over all the time and eddie’s always making food and/or snacks and bringing them to the kids

liam has like three good friends and they’re also constantly over but they’re mainly inside liam’s room playing video games. (or secretly listening to britney spears)

rhiana does karate and liam plays soccer

richie always drives them to school and practices ,, eddie always picks them up

they’re definitely at every competition/game cheering

“THATS RIGHT! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS RHIANNA!”

that’s not richie by the way. that’s eddie

and at liam’s soccer games they definitely have the big foam thumbs and self-made cheer sheets

whenever liam scores richie’s gonna tap the person next to him on the shoulder and be like “tHATS MY SON!!”

and that one time when liam did the winning score,,, oh my god eddie screamed and richie accidentally threw his nachos to the air

at one karate competition, rhiana got kicked a little too hard and she fell on top of her shoulder, dislocating it

eddie and richie had sort of an argument after this,, whether or not they’re gonna let rhiana continue

eddie doesn’t want his daughter anywhere NEAR the karate ring anymore and richie thinks that if rhiana wants to continue she should

however she doesn’t want to do it anymore and richie notices she’s super sad all the time, so he suggests a new hobby and rhiana is like “like what?”

richie’s like well how about i teach you how to play guitar!!

rhiana learns acoustic guitar in like a freaking week and she gets so excited about musical instruments so she learns how to play piano and fipple flute and ukulele and wow richie’s so proud

liam gets interested in instruments too now that he has to listen to his sister practice in her room 24/7 (because of course richie bought her her own piano too), so liam learns how to play the bass

“kids, i think we should start a garage band!”

eddie cutting in between with slightly nervous laughter

“i think NOT, richie!”

lord knows eddie couldnt take it

times of horror ahead at the age of 12-13

so many “I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU BOTH!!!!“s

…because they weren’t allowed to play video games after 11pm anymore or go to slovenia with their best friend’s family or buy the shoes that cost 150$

(even richie’s getting a little strict now because eddie keeps on telling him this is your fault you spoiled them too much and now they walk around thinking im gonna buy them a fucking 2000$ smartphone)

richie’s hurt because his imitation voices aren’t funny to the kids anymore, instead they say he’s stupid and childish

wait did i say richie’s hurt? i meant richie’s heartbroken

because his kids his babies his best friends don’t want him around anymore they push richie away and rhiana even told him to ”get a fucking life, dad!!!!“

they definitely won’t let richie take any photos to the "baby photo” books that turned into a little longer than expected

so one night eddie walks upstairs to find richie crying in the bedroom with his head in his hands

“honey what’s wrong???”

“they hate me”

“richie they adore you. they’re just teenagers it’ll go away you know it”

and it does go away thankfully,,, and at the age of 15-16 they’re almost back to normal again. but now they’re just so teenagers

richie’s the good cop and eddie’s the bad cop

one time liam comes home high

fun little fact; they’re looking after their neighbor susan’s cat for a week because she’s traveling and richie is stroking the cat on his lap as he speaks

(you know how bad guys turn around on the chair)

“well well well,,, look who decided to come home”

eddie has one leg thrown over the other and hands resting on top of his other knee with such a strict look on his face

liam goes pale as he turns around, his eyes are so red and he’s just. definitely not there

richie tilts his head

“are you… are you high?”

liam just looks at him before shaking his head slowly. like. way too slowly

“shit you got any left?”

eddie gasps and slaps richie’s arm who immediately then blurts out

“i MEAN— sHAME ON YOU, LIAM, THAT IS AWFUL AND THAT IS WRONG!”

later that night richie tries to get some sexy times but eddie’s still mad at him

“oh come on eddie it wasn’t that bad”

“yOU ASKeD yOUR SiXTEeN YEAR OLd SON IF HE HaD ANY WEED LEFt fOR yOU!!!!”

“…okay i guess it was a little bad but-”

next week rhiana wants to go to a party

surprisingly tho, richie won’t let her

she asks this over dinner and she on purpose asks this from richie directly because she’s sure he’s gonna say yes

“so dad there’s this party on friday and-”

“no.”

eddies eyes widen, rhianas jaw drops and liam raises his brows but he’s lowkey gloat that his sister gets told no for a chance

“what???”

“you heard me” richie just guides a piece of the steak to his mouth

“this steak is very good honey” he just speaks like he just didnt forbid something from his daughter

“thank… you”

“excuse me but why am i not getting to go to the party??????” rhiana is like uHhh WTF dad

“because i said so”

liam snorts

“OH MY GOD!!!”

“:)” richie

“but EVERYONE is going!!!!!”

“i don’t care you are not”

“LIAM WENT TO A PARTY LAST WEEKEND!!!”

“liam’s sixteen”

“I AM FIFTEEN”

“yes so wait one more year”

“!!!!UGH!!!”

liam decides to take advantage of this

“hey so uh, johnny invited me to this-”

“no.”

“???huh???”

“i said no”

“BUT YOU JUST SAID I COULD GO BECAUSE IM SIXTEEN”

“yes, and last weekend you got home high”

“BUT-”

“no buts. liam, you are… what do you call it…”

silence

“ah, right. grounded”

“GROUNDED???”

“really?” even eddie asks, confused

“YOU CANT GROUND ME A WEEK LATER, DAD”

“says who?”

liam is just gaping

“thats what i thought”

eddie’s lowkey turned on and needs to take a sip of some ice cold water in his glass

at the age of 17-18 liam starts dating some girl from his high school and both richie and eddie love her she’s a very sweet girl!!

she’s at the house constantly and now both eddie and richie realize that rhiana’s never once mentioned having a boyfriend?? and now they’re confused because she’s gorgeous and smart and funny and everything

richie thinks he’s such a scary dad that no guy would even dare to approach her

eddie just snorts and mumbles a "sure…”

one time eddie and rhiana are having some quality time together at the mall and eddie brings up the relationship subject even though him and richie agreed not to bring it up but hE CANT HELP IT

“so… any cute guys at your class?”

rhiana gets so pissed off and storms out of the restaurant and won’t talk to eddie for the rest of the day and eddies so confused like what did i do wrong??? honey i’m so sorry???? but rhiana won’t answer she just sulks for the whole car ride

when they get home she locks herself in the room and won’t come out and eddie has to tell richie that he asked her and richie’s like why would you do that and blah blah blah

anyway then richie goes up to knock on rhiana’s door

“GO AWAY!!!”

“it’s me”

silence

the door opens

rhiana’s eyes are all teary and her lower lip is shaking and richie’s heart drops at the sight

“,,,baby what’s wrong??”

rhiana bursts out in sobs and richie steps in to her room,,, pulling her to a hug and she just cries and cries

richie then asks again what’s wrong and suggests sitting down and talking about it

“i… the reason why i… haven’t… brought a boyfriend home is… because…”

“yes???” richie asks, his voice soft

rhiana sniffs

“honey you can tell me anything okay???”

“its because im gay, dad”

richie doesn’t say anything for a moment

it’s not because he’d be shocked but because why would his daughter feel awful about telling this to him??? to eddie?? her parents are gay,, she shouldn’t feel like this,,, but clearly something or someone has made her feel like it’s wrong and now richie feels so sad

“okay.” he just says

rhiana blinks

“o-okay?”

“okay. so you’re gay. lovely!”

rhiana lets out a stuffed-nose laugh

“really? that’s it?”

“well we can throw a parade if you want to”

rhiana just hugs richie and murmurs a “i love you dad”

she then gets the courage to tell eddie too and eddie tries not to cry because he’s actually so happy??? that his daughter is so brave to tell both him and richie ?? like he never would’ve had the guts and he never even did tell his mom he’s dating richie before they were 19 and richie pROPOSED but here his daughter is at the age of 17 ,,, and he tells her she should never be ashamed of herself and honestly the two of them have a long heart-to-heart conversation that really just,,, brings them so much closer than they ever were

liam,,, in his hetero relationship however…

“YOU BROUGHT A GIRL IN TO THIS HOUSE TO HAVE SEX????”

“eddie calm down. they’re eighteen-”

“SEX??? INSIDE THIS HOUSE??!!”

richie just ignores eddie and asks liam,,,

“just tell me you were at least using a condom?”

“yeah”

“a cONdOM??? YOU— oh MY GOD YOU KNOW WHAT A CONDOM IS!”

“baby isn’t that a good thing? the kids are being safe!”

“A CONDOM, RICHIE!!! SEX!! LIAM IS HAVING SEX!”

“okay can we PLEASE stop saying sex?!?!!,”

“THATS WHAT YOU’RE DOING! IF YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO SAY IT YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE IT!!!!”

“oh come on babe we were like sixteen when we first-”

liam gags and eddie gasps

that was a long, long night and a conversation for all of them. also painful

for poor liam especially

anyway overall they’re just the greatest family ever

ikea shopping together

painting the kitchen walls together and eating chinese takeaway food on the floor

disney land trips

family vacations

movie nights

watching the ball drop from the tv at new years and shooting some fireworks from the backyard

(richie nearly set the house on fire once or twice tho)

when the kids were younger and it was date night and babysitters were needed…. losers club to the rescue!

stan and bill as godfathers,,, they always take the kids to museum tours or great restaurants

mike is their favorite because sheep,,, cows,,, chickens!!!! also he shows them pretty places and photos from when richie and eddie were teens which is funny because what the fuck is richie wearing and why does eddie have two fanny packs?????

ben and beverly always take them to cute ice cream shops or play board games with them

and when richie and eddie come back home/pick the kids up they’ve literally just missed them so much

PARENTS!REDDIE FOR LIFE

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years ago

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The Best Day (Episode 16)

"Caleb's band is playing at the Stargazer tomorrow night" Angus mentions casually over breakfast Thursday morning

"Caleb has a band?" I ask, sounding far more surprised than I intended, I don't really know Caleb that well, I've only met him once, I have no idea what he does with his life outside of Saturday brunch at Skye Fitness but he doesn't look the type to be in a band, with his pasty white skin and stick figure body.

"Yeah, He's the lead singer****, it's an alternative band called 'Happier', they're good too" He tells me, "Do you wanna go see them?"

"Yes, I'd love that, I actually love alternative music" I tell him excited, "We ****should invite Tess and Declan too" I suggest and he agrees, I send a text to Tess with details, she replies within seconds with a strong yes

"Molly will be there too, she'll love that you're coming, she liked you Zoey" Angus informs me and that makes me happy, I liked Molly, we had great conversation over brunch and I knew She and Tess would hit it off too.

Angus' phone vibrates on the table with an incoming call, I catch a ****glimpse of the caller before he grabs the phone, rejects the call and shoves it into his pocket. I don't say a word about it and I don't think he realised that I saw Steph's name flash up on the screen either.

"What are we doing today?" I ask, attempting to draw his attention away from the phone call and it works, he smiles widely at me.

"Zoey, my love, today we are going on an adventure." He announces to me excited, "You may want to wear pants too, just a suggestion"

Angus drove us to an indoor trampoline and foam park in Oasis Springs, this place was huge and there were adults and kids bouncing around.

"Are we allowed in here without children?" I ask Angus, a little concerned that someone will think we are up to no good

"Of course we are Zo, when I first started training Justin would bring me here, it's sneaky exercise" He explains

"Sneaky how?" I ask, I'm on to his game, he is making us work off the burger and cupcake but is masking it as an 'adventure'

"It's fun baby" He promises, grabbing my hand and leads me to a giant trampoline and we kick off our shoes, now I'm understanding why he said to wear pants today. He climbs on first and then helps me on, takes both my hands, we start doing small bounces, slowly building ****momentum until we are going higher and higher, he lets go of my hands, bounces back from me to give us space and I watch him do a back flip.

"That was pretty impressive" I cheer at him

"That was nothing baby" He calls out to me as he follows it up with a double backflip and I cheer at him again, "I love that you're impressed by this but not my car" he says, pretending to be offended and I laugh at him.

"I love the man, not his material ****possessions" I tell him, he slows his bouncing down and makes his way back to where I am, I stop bouncing and he grabs me around the waist and kisses me passionately on the lips, for a moment it feels like it's just us two.

"Fuck I love you girl" He whispers to me and I smile shyly at him, "Do you like our adventure?' He asks me

"I'm having so much fun, it's ****exhilarating" I can't wipe the smile off my face.

"I'm glad, I felt like you needed a day of fun with all the stress you're under, I wanted to give you one good day baby before they rain the shit down upon you" He explains

"Is it too late to quit?" I ask, half serious and he laughs a little.

"Zoey, everything you need to know for the exams you already know, theres no new information coming now and you are one of the smartest people I've ever met, you're number 2 in your class ranking. I believe you will blitz the exams and you're going to make an amazing vet one day and look back on these days and know it was all worth it" He says, building my confidence, looking at me in awe, people are jumping around us and we are just standing there, our arms wrapped around each other, having a heartfelt moment.

We drive home from Oasis Springs and I am exhausted from jumping but I had the best day, he reaches over and takes my hand and kisses it.

"I have some news" He announces to me

"You're pregnant? Congratulations, you're going to be a great dad" I joke

"That would be my worst nightmare at 22" He laughs, "****Luckily my news is less scary. Immie is coming home next week, she said she will be back Thursday which works out great because we will be away and she can just step in and run things but it sucks because you won't meet her until we come home" He tells me, getting excited, He has wanted Imogen and I to meet for as long as we have been together and it is a shame it will be delayed by another week.

"I'm excited that I finally get to meet your sister, after all the amazing things you've told me about her"I smile brightly at him

"She's going to love you Zoey" He promises but I do feel a little nervous, Imogen is the only family Angus has and if she doesn't like me then it could effect his feelings too, "Just getting back to other thing that you joked about though, you took the pill today right?" He asks, nervously

"Yes, I took the '****don't make Angus a father' pill" I assure him

"Good" He says relieved

"Do you not like children?" I ask him

**"I love kids, they're fun and I'm somewhat childish so I relate to them but I don't want any of my own yet, you're going to Uni next year Zoey, I wouldn't want anything to derail that and I've got a great work and life balance happening" He clarifies **

"Can we stop for lunch somewhere?" I ask him, changing the subject and I can see the relief written all over his face, to be done with that conversation

"We can, what do you feel like?" He ask, smiling at me

"Surprise me" I tell him

He takes me to The Solar Flare Lounge and we order lunch and walk to the bar.

"Vodka and soda and light beer please?" Angus asks the mixologist

"Certainly sir" She replies and she wanders off to prepare our drinks.

"Thank you for today, I needed to destress" I say to Angus, I want him to know how grateful I am that he understands that I need to take time away from study.

"It was my pleasure baby, I remember what it felt like when I was studying for the exams and I wish I had an outlet to eliminate the stress" He explains

we collect our drinks, find a table and our food is served.

"I have to get an early night tonight, I've gotta be up at 5am for a run and then work" Angus informs me

"Do you want me to go home?" I ask, slightly disappointed that our time will be cut short

"Not at all, I'm just letting you know incase you wanted to have ****shenanigans, it will have to be before 8." He tells me, cheeky smile plastered on his face

"Shenanigans?" I am genuinely confused by that term

"Sex Zoey, if you want to have sex" He educates me

"Do you want to?" I ask, thinking he only does it because I want to

"Zoey I'm a 22 year old boy, I wanted it when we had breakfast, I wanted it at the trampoline park and if I'm being honest I'm thinking about it right now, hence why I brought it up" He tells me, laughing

"Yes, I would like to have ****shenanigans tonight" I announce to him, he grabs his keys from the table and jumps to his feet, takes my hand and we leave the Lounge in a hurry.

The drive back to San Myshuno takes about 25 minutes but they are the longest minutes of my life, even with Angus driving 10 kilometres above the speed limit. We ride the elevator up to the apartment in silence, he opens the front door and throws his keys on the bar, turns to me and says, "Pick a room Zoey.", I stop and think for a ****moment, my mind ticking over with all the possible opportunities each room beholds.

"Dinning room" I tell him, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs, places me down on the dinning room table and kisses me deeply.

"I'll be back in two seconds, I want you to be naked when I return" He says, running off to his bedroom and I begin to remove my clothing quickly, Angus returns just as I'm down to my underwear, he drops to his knees, slides my panties down my legs, disposing of them on the floor, opens my legs wider and places his soft, warn tongue on my happy button and puts two fingers inside of me and he starts working them both in ****unison, for every whip of his tongue his fingers penetrate me deeper, my hands are in his hair, my legs wrapped loosely around his neck and I can feel the energy building inside me and I don't know how much longer I can hold it back but I'm getting close. I feel his mouth pull away and his fingers slide out of me and he stands up ****between my legs. I look at him confused

"I didn't...arrive" I tell him, shyly

"I know Princess, I'm getting to it but I couldn't wait any longer to join you" He says, grabbing the protection from the table, rips it open, rolls it on and slides himself inside me, "Wrap your legs around my waist Zo and keep your eyes on mine." I do exactly as he asks, he starts off slowly, with one hand on bottom the other on the table to steady his balance, "Do you wanna go faster?" He asks me and I nod my head yes. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into me, I hold his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, pull back and I once again lock eyes with him, I can feel I'm getting closer but I'm trying to hold back and wait for him

"You can let go baby" He tells me, I close my eyes and feel euphoria wash over me. When I open my eyes I see him, smiling back at me, "We're not done yet"

"I know, Im ready" I tell him and he starts again, faster than before and it doesn't take him long before his breathing becomes rapid and he starts moaning my name as he slams himself into me over and over, his body is tense and his eyes are closed when I feel him quiver between my legs and he lets out one last "Fuck" before collapsing carefully onto me in a sweaty heap. I sweep his hair out of his eye and he smiles at me.

"I love fucking you Zoey" He announces to me

"I love it too but could be call it something else?" I ask and he looks at me confused, "Something that doesn't sound like you picked me up in a bar, that signifies that we actually love each other" I explain and he smiles, he understands me

"I love making love to you my Princess" He clarifies and I kiss him

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IMAGINE: the boys finding out what your about to do but stop you “how can you care so little about yourself?..”

Reader x winchesters

Reader is there sister….

(S/c) hands had hastily grabbed weapons, clothes and a wad of cash into the duffle bag.

Blood stained cloth on the table along with a broken into pecies cellphone.

Before swinging the army green bag over her sholder she had grabbed hold of her dark jacket to conceal her wound.

Now ready all she needed was the keys to her moter bike. Her hands had fumbled with the keys as they made a loud thud against the carpet.

She quickly picked it up. Making a mental note to tear out a page from her dad’s journal.

On her way out she had picked up the bat and clipped it to her douffle bag, made her way on the moter bike to hear the engen hum as she was on her way.

Highway 39 speed limit 46.

She was so close to her destination with determination in her (c/e) eyes. Her hand gripping the handle making the mobile go faster.

The boys had found out what was going on moments before you had left.

Dean hadent noticed the hidden blooded cloth on the table thinking that you would be back.

He couldn’t wait to see you, tell you how he put in his words, ’ those basterds in there rightfull place.’

“Dean take a look at this.” His face turned into a worried expression from the sound of his brothers voice.

Sam had handed the oldest winchester the journal. “ do you see that dean, ” He said as he pointed to the riped page.“ She’s hunting for the-”

“She’s gunna get herself killed , shit we gotta stop her.” They gave each other a worried glance as they stormed off.

“No.no.no.no.no… oh baby who did this to you!” Dean was now hugging the car whispering soothing words into its headlights.

“Dean now isn’t the time, we have to find our sister.(y/n).”

” We sure as he’ll ain’t getting anywhere with baby’s tire all slaped up.” Dean had said in a more angered Sarcastic tone.

“Damn it I’m going to kill her.” Dean had stated as he huged his most prized possession. “Don’t worry baby you’ll be good as new. I’ll make her pay.”

The circle enlighted when (y/n) had light the match and watched it fall.

Everything was quiet all she had to do was hope that the riped page had created a diversion to lead them of her trail.

“I wanna make a deal.” Her head heald up high with the last remaining dignity she had.

“She’s not here sammy!” Dean had yelled as he slamed the car door.

Both now out of the car began to look threw the abandoned house.

“Don’t you think that maybe (y/n) is already done with the hunt?” Sam had suggested as his voice became strained.

“No she wouldn’t do that unless…” Dean didn’t get to finish as both boys started to slam the door of there impala.

“ It was a diversion why am I not surprised, Dean.” Sam had stated.“Then where is she?”

“I think I might know, damn it kid whyd ya gotta be so stubborn.” “She gets it from you dean.”

The cross roads demon had finally apeared.

“Why am I not surprised? Always with you winchesters and making life threating deals blah blah blah… well you get the jist of it.” In a annoyanced tone.

“ listen I didn’t wait here for half an hour to listen to some grade A demon in a tramp of a girl meat suit, talking shit so I would like it if you cut the crap and get down to buisness.” The (c/ e)‘ed girl said as she rolled her eyes.

“Fiesty I like it. You’ve got the balls for a girl. And if you must know this is what my clients like.” The demon In the meat suite had stated as she twirled around and crossed her arms.

“all middle aged guys ready to lose there soul and virginity to a good fuck. Wow how remarkable I didn’t know demons were going into the prostitution buisesness I would have called sooner.” (Y/n) had a hand on her chest as she gave a fake apollagetic smile.

“Don’t worry you could never afford this.”

“Like I’d want a peice of that moldy ass.”

“Ugh, I normally don’t give deals like this to a winchester but, if you must know I’ll make an exception since I’m probably gunna get tortured and my sweet body will pay for it and that’s what my deals depend on.”

“Glad we have an agreement. Now hurry your ass up I’m getting tierd of waiting.”

She dropped her duffle bag and kicked it to the side.

She had made the deal.

The impalas lights were still on as the boys rushed to there sisters side.

Her body was thrashing and foam was coming out of her mouth blood everywhere.

Sam tried to regulate her breathing as the deal was coming to a process. Everything happend so fast Dean killed the demon in resulting the deal never happening.

(Y/n) had passed out in loss of blood.

Beep….Beep……Be…..

Sam didn’t dare leave his sisters side. He stayd there holding her hand in the hospital wing till she awoken.

Dean on the other hand was somewhere else.

Her eyelids begain to rise…

Everything was blurry the only thing she made out was a outline of a man.

“Oh thank God your awake (y/n), what were you thinking?” His eyes focused on her awaiting an answer.

“That I could….” Knowing her she wasn’t going to finish her sentence.

“How can you care so little about yourself?” He had asked.

“ I don’t I’m not stupid sam!” How could he think of such a thing? She had thought.

“Then why?”

Sighing she opend her mouth,“ I was tired of sitting on my ASS like a princess waiting to be saved. I saw an opportunity and I went for it. The only thing that matters is what’s left of my family’s saftey.” (C/e) stared striat into his orbs.

“ Your wrong kid.” A voice came from the doorway.

“ I’m the only one who knows what happend that night Dean, I know how you look into the mirror and hate what you see you think your fooling everyone with that Bullshit but your not.”

“Dean, what is (y/n) talking about?” Sam had left his sisters side slowly walking towards his older brother.

“Nothing sammy stay out of this!!” Rage in his eyes, (y/n) had already made her way to the both of them feeling weak.“ He has a right to know dean.”

“Dean sold his life for you Sam, in the process he got fucked and now you and him only have three weeks to live…I was the only one who killed (demons name) so there was a high bounty on my head. I knew that if I traded my life you guys would live….I’m sorry sammy.”

“ is it true Dean?” Sam hopping it wasn’t but deep down knew.

Dean couldn’t face him a weak yes was pulled from his mouth.

“ I can’t believe it, I knew I died and you had me convinced I saw going crazy!” His balled up fist raised as he pushed the eldest winchester.

“Im sorry sammy but what ever happens were family I was supposed to protect you not have our sister do it. The only reason were here is to collet… I needed more time so I made up this whole plan. I wanted to protect you both.”

“Like you said Dean no chick flick moments. Well figure this out together. And kick ass while doing it.”

“Damn it you were right Sammy she is stubborn like me.”

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