#my kitchen and living room needs like a little tidying but thats it

[krispiecake]

i have done so much housework today i thought feminism was meant to change this 💔💔

[clementinesjourney]

Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

[dimpledcherry]

a haircut and a heartfelt chat

Summary: reader is an avenger but used to work in a hair parlour Vs Bucky who is in dire need of his ends trimmed but hates the vulnerability of a haircut. Pairings:  Bucky Barnes X Gender Neutural Reader Trigger Warnings: talking about truma  Content Warnings: angst (squint bro)

Yourself and a SHIELD tag team hadn't long arrived home to the upstate avengers building so sitting slumped on a couch in combat gear was not an unpredictable predicament you found yourself in. Being slumped, your legs bent at 90 degrees shoulder width apart, arms folded onto your torso and your eyes watching the others move around in front of you was a surprisingly comfy set up.

You had been the only one in the room previously, but Steve, Sam and Bucky had trailed in in their boyish loud manner for a reason you hadn't yet worked out. Sam jointed you at the semi circle of sofas, sitting to your left, greeting you with a dad-like knee tap. You greeted him with a mumble and the best smile you could create. 

You eyes focused on the two best friends in the kitchen. Bucky was at the coffee machine and Steve was in the cupboards, diving for god knows. You’d always admired Steves put-together-ness, the neatness and repetition was impressive, this man could live 1000 days with one look and not seem to get itchy feet. 

Upon your ogle at the near 100 year old, you had absentmindedly found a blade in your pocket to shuffle between your fingers. His tidiness made you look over to Bucky.

Your heart swells slightly for the man, he’s lived 100 lives while simnutaioniously living 0. You admired his hair greatly, it somehow had the effect of making him looks delicate or sharp and dangerous. You felt your brows tense as you looked further, the more he swayed around the kitchen, the more his hair looked like it’d never been treated. Oh he could really do with a shape up.. layers! Oh my god, even just the ends off, you felt your brain chatting.

In the mids of your nerdy gushing, a tap was felt on your knee. You body naturally hummed at the feeling. “Stop dribbling.”

“Huh?”

“You have been staring at them for 10 minutes. It’s getting a bit much.”

“What-” You flicked Sams leg with the blade, “I ain’t staring”

“You were looking. For 10 minutes. At them. Nothing else. That’s staring if you ask me.”

“Shut up. I was looking at their hair”

“Yep, like thats a more normal excuse-”

“What are you two talking about?” Steve, called over the coffee machine.

“Y/n was staring!”

“Samuel!-” You got up and walked over to the super soldiers to refill your glass. “I was simply looking at your hair.”

“Why?”

“It’s rlly neat and it tickles my brain.” You put your glass to the fridge, it filled with water.

“What about Bucky’s?” Sam asked, the coffee machine stopped and the room felt a lot heavier than previous.

“Tickles my brain but also gives me a headache.”

“I’ll pretend to not be offended.” The long haired soldier responded, placing two coffee’s down.

“Let me cut your hair and then you won’t be-” You smiled, sipping your drink. As your statement fell into place, so did Bucky’s discomfort. If you hadn't caught his instant break in eye contact - suddenly the coffees were the best thing to look at - the hesitant response said everything you needed, “-But it’s no biggie if not, but you know where am I if you want them ends off.” You smiled and held your drink up “As much it’s pleasure to talk to you gentlemen, it is time to bathe! adios.”

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You were stood in your ensuite taking the miscellaneous objects that had gathered throughout the day out of your combat trousers when you heard a little but confident knock at your bedroom door. “Come in!” The person entered, “Oh, hey Steve!”

“You look comfy”

“Joggers always feel better than these.” You jiggle the clothing in your hands, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just come to ask, did you mean what you said to Buck?”

“About cutting his hair?” You put the blades in a little pot by your sink, Steve lent against the doorway, “Of course I did. I don’t say things I don’t mean.” You turn to face him, “Did I over step?”

“No no, its just- Bucky’s hair had always meant a load to him. I remember in the 40s, he’d go to the same person to get it done, the same time, the same day of the month. it used to be where a lot of his smugness come from. It’s really nice of you to offer a service like that.”

“It’s important to a lot of people, I guess, maybe-” You turned to put the trousers in the wash bin, “Maybe the whole hydra thing could have ruined his feelings towards it? I don’t know. I’ve just noticed he never announces he gets haircuts, so I just kind of guessed he didn’t. And sometimes it’s nice getting it done by someone you know.”

“Eases the pressure.” Steve finished

“Exactly.” There was a pause, “Steve? You know I'll do his hair right now, in 2 days, in 40 years, right? He’s been through enough, he deserves to love the thing he used to.”

“I know, I'll try convince him.” He began to walk out, “The kids not used to being vulnerable.”

“Aren’t we all?”

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You were beginning to think the boys had taken your ‘in 40 years’ comment seriously, it’d been a week and you'd had no haircut related conversation. Today, you wee all called into a meeting for a new mission, meaning a few hours of lecturing and then a few days to prepare for something that’d need 2 weeks minimum prep.

When you’d all piled into the meeting room, you found yourself at the foot end of the table, turning lazily in your chair, Vision sitting to your left, and nobody to your right. Bucky had perched himself at the back of the room, on a filing cabinet. “I like the bun!” you’d mentioned in your hello to him. 

after the draining meeting, you were in your room reading up about some secret underground organisation that you couldn't entirely care for. and as if a call from God, as you laid sprawled out on the floor with your laptop and a book, someone knocked at your door. 

“Open!” You sang. It was Bucky, you sat up as he entered sheepishly. He’d never been in your room before, so you noticed his eyes run around the room before they landed on you. “Evening, how may I be of assistance?”

“Can-eh, can I take you up on your offer?”

“Of a haircut?” He nodded “Of course!” You practically jumped up, “But only if it’s not cutting your hair off.”

“No, no. I think I want to keep this.”

“Yay!” You were in  your bathroom piling your equipment onto a trolley, “The long hair really suits you.”

You’d got Bucky sat in front of your mirror, wet haired and gowned up. You both decided that all you were going to do was cut the ends and neaten it up - on the grounds of “I don’t want people to notice ive had it cut. But I want to notice.”.

“Your space has a lot of character.” He said very openly.

“You think?” He hummed, “I still think it feels plan. Like a few paintings, swords and a plant isn't much of a character profile.” You laughed, re-sectioning his hair.

“Wow, to you, mine must be a prison.” He joked back,

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I haven't exactly added anything. Still white walls and empty.”

“Have you never wanted to add something you like in there? Like a flower you liked in a shop, or a something that reminds you of the 40s.”

“Can’t exactly have Steve in there all the time.”

“Eh, he’s a pretty sight. Who’s complaining?” You earn a laugh out of the soldier, “No but seriously, why don’t you?”

“A bed is a privilege to me, hell I don’t really use it.” The quite edged him to explain more, “I’ve been at war for practically 80 years. in the actual war, we slept on rocks, and in- well, you know- ice. Beds are too soft.”

“Then get a firm mattress, like a weirdo.” 

“What is it you say? ‘don’t fix what's not broken’ “

“If you don’t fix it now, your back will be broken.” Time rolled on a little as you continued to cut in silence, “Hey, thanks for letting me do this.”

“It’s not biggie. Steve was badgering me.”

“what?”

“He relentlessly kept telling me to do it, that I needed it, that you’d be really hurt if I didn’t, that-”

“that’s cute, you care about my feelings.” You pocked, 

You could feel the solider’s brain almost stopping and starting. “I didn't mean-”

“Nah, it’s chill. He aint entirely wrong but I'm happy you said yes. He come spoke to me too”

“Sly pig. What did he say?”

“Just some heart felt gushy thank you for the offer, how much 40s you adored your hair more than your mother, how you may be insecure about it now tho-” He hummed in response.

“I-um” You weren’t too sure if he was trying to open ups new conversation or fill the gap, so you let him figure that out. “I might be, but I'm not sure,” You egged him on, “Like, I'm not used to people this close to me being nice, let alone being the close with scissors and still being nice. It just always felt a bit too much.”

“Did you never cut it yourself?”

“Yeah, then I got Steve to help.”

“would’ve loved to watch that go down. But seriously, Buck, haircuts are fun, they’re personal space testers for sure but they're nice because you can relax and speak whatever.” 

“A bit too out of my comfort zone though.”

“Well now, you can welcome it into it.” you stood back, and help your arms out around him “tada!”

He took a few seconds to process his cut, running his hands through his damp hair, a small smile appeared. He stood and up turned around to face you, “Thank you! It’s lovely, someone ought to think you know what you're doing.”

“Well, I don’t have a box of blunt scissors for nothing. And your very much welcome.” You both naturally went into a hug. it was a quick squeeze.

But to Sam and Steve who had barged their way int your room - having only seen the hug and the pulling way - thought something very different. 

[potionsprefect]

Away in D.C

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Ethan has to leave for a medical conference and the family learn to deal with it.

Rating: General Audiences

Category: angst, fluff

He ended the call and put his phone down, running a hand over his face.

It was confirmed he was needed in Washington D.C for a 4 day medical conference.

“Confirmation?” Victoria said from her spot on the bed.

Ethan looked at her. “Yes, 4 days in Washington.”

Victoria gave him a small smile as she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll be okay. You’ve had to do this before.”

“That was when they were really small. They’ll remember this one.” Ethan replied.

“It’ll be ok. I’m here and I’ll make sure they have the best time whilst your away.” Victoria said leaning in to kiss Ethan’s neck.

“I really don’t want to go though.” Ethan sighed.

“I know you don’t baby. But you have too. It’ll be over before you know it.” Victoria said.

The older the twins got, the harder it was to leave them. The last time Ethan had to go away for a conference, the twins weren’t old enough to remember. Now they were at an age where they would realise Ethan wasn’t around and it would hit them hard.

“Come on, let’s go tell them.” Victoria said getting up, gently grabbing Ethan’s hand pulling him up. The two made their way downstairs where their two young children were playing with their toys.

“Hi Mommy, Daddy.” Luke smiled up at them. Lily was concentrating on her Barbie dolls.

“We’ve got something we need to tell you. And you’ve got to be very grown up about it.” Victoria said sitting down and pulling Luke into her lap, Ethan did the same with Lily.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked, noticing a change in mood.

“I’ve got to go away for a few days. I have something really important to do.” Ethan said.

The twins looked between Ethan and Victoria, Lily cuddling against Ethan the more she looked at him.

“Is it to do with work?” Luke asked.

“That’s right. But I’ll be home before you know it.” Ethan said.

“And I’ll be here to make sure you’re both okay. We’ll have the best weekend ever.” Victoria replied.

Luke smiled although Victoria could tell he was forcing it but Lily seemed to be taking it the hardest. She buried her face into Ethan’s shoulder, his arms tightening around her tiny waist, holding her close.

Victoria could sense that Ethan would talk to Lily so she turned to Luke. “How about we go find Jenner?” She suggested. Luke jumped up at that and raced into the kitchen. As Victoria followed him, she briefly looked back and could hear soft sobs coming from Lily.

“I found Jenner!” Luke exclaimed as the golden retriever licked his face making him giggle.

“Thats great. Mommy needs to ask you something.” Victoria picked him up and sat him at the kitchen table. “Are you okay with Daddy going away? It’s okay if you’re not, Mommy’s here to help you.”

“I know he’ll be back. Daddy always comes back.” Luke said, pretending to race his car along the kitchen table.

“It’s great that you think that. Lily’s a bit upset by it all so you’ll have to be extra nice to her and we can both cheer her up. I know! Shall we make a list of things to do this weekend and then we can tell Daddy all about them when he comes home?” Victoria suggested.

“Yeah!’ Luke grinned. Victoria grabbed a notepad.

“How about we have a pyjama day on Saturday? We can watch all your favourite tv shows and films?”

“Yeah! And can we have pizza?”

“Why not? How about ice cream as well? And on Sunday I’ll cook you your favourite meal.” Victoria said.

“Yes spaghetti!”

Victoria laughed as she made notes, this also included time on their climbing frame in the garden and going to the park as well as endless amounts of cuddles.

“Mommy will Lily be ok?” Luke asked.

“She’ll be fine. She’s just a little sad that Daddy’s going away but he won’t be long.”

Back in the living room, Ethan was comforting Lily who was holding onto him as if she didn’t want to let go.

“I don’t want to go away either Lil. But Mommy’s here and she’ll look after you.” Ethan forced Lily to look at him.

“I don’t like it when you’re not here.” Lily said.

“I don’t either sweetpea. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t really want to do.” Ethan replied stroking Lily’s hair.

“Like when Mommy makes me eat vegetables?”

“Yes exactly like that.” Ethan chuckled. “I’m gonna miss you too, but we can FaceTime with Luke and Mommy every evening. Does that sound okay?”

Lily nodded, a smile forming on her face. “When do you go?”

“I leave tomorrow night and come back Monday evening. I promise you the time will go very quickly. How about we do something tomorrow before I leave? Just you, your brother and me?” Ethan suggested.

“What about Mommy?”

“I already asked Mommy and she said it was a great idea.” Ethan smiled. Truth be told, Ethan knew Victoria would say yes because it would mean her having time to herself.

“Okay.” Lily smiled throwing her arms around Ethan who hugged her just as tightly back.

“Shall we go and see what Luke and Mommy are up to?” Ethan asked.

“Okay.” Lily replied. She hopped off Ethan’s lap and headed to the kitchen, Ethan following shortly behind her.

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Ethan made his way down the stairs, luggage in hand and set it down by the front door. It was pitch black, the outside being lit by the street lights.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at the airport?” Victoria asked coming out of the living room.

“No it will just make the goodbye even harder.” Ethan sighed wrapping his arms around Victoria.

“Try not to have too much fun.” Victoria smiled leaning against his chest.

“Impossible without you.” Ethan chuckled slightly leaning down to press a heated kiss to Victoria’s lips.

“Text me when you land.”

“Of course. I better get going.”

As if on cue, the kids ran into the hallway, throwing their arms around Ethan as he bent down to hug them.

“I’ll miss you both so much, promise me you’ll be good for Mommy?” Ethan looked at the twins.

“We will. Promise you’ll think about us?” Lily looked at Ethan, green eyes staring into blue.

“All the time, I promise.” Ethan smiled. Ethan gave the twins one last big hug before standing up and opening the door. “I’ll see you all in a few days.” Ethan headed out the door.

“Bye!” The twins and Victoria chorused before they shut the door.

“Go to the window and wave to Daddy.” Victoria instructed. The twins ran into the living room and climbed onto the sofa waving as the taxi pulled out the driveway and round the corner.

Once the car was out of sight Luke went back to his racing car whilst Lily flopped down onto the sofa and cuddled her teddy.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Victoria picked Lily up who rested her head on her shoulder.

“Mommy pick me up too!” Luke said holding his arms up. Laughing, Victoria picked him up and carried them up the stairs.

It didn’t take the twins long to get ready for bed. As they were brushing their teeth, Lily asked “Mommy can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Is your bed not comfy enough?” Victoria knelt down so she was eye level with her daughter.

“It is. But Luke and I don’t want you to be lonely.” Lily sighed.

“We don’t?” Luke said, a mouth full of toothpaste. Lily nudged him, silently urging him to play along. “I mean yes we don’t!”

“That’s very sweet of you. And I don’t see why not.” Victoria smiled.

The twins grinned as they finished brushing their teeth and made their way to Ethan and Victoria’s bedroom.

“Did you both enjoy your day at the petting zoo with Daddy?” Victoria asked as she tucked the twins into Ethan’s side of the bed.

“Yeah we saw lots of animals.” Luke said.

“He even bought us something from the gift shop.” Lily replied.

Victoria smiled as she listened to their stories of today. It wasn’t long before both of the twins began to drift off to sleep and with a final kiss on each of their foreheads, she quietly crept out the room.

Victoria tidied up the living room and turned on the TV. She watched a few episodes of a new crime drama that was airing, until she felt exhaustion creeping up on her a few hours later and decided to go to bed.

Victoria slipped on her pyjamas and brushed her teeth before quietly making her way into her bedroom. Her heart swelled at her two young children cuddled up against each other fast asleep.

As Victoria hit the pillow, her phone lit up with a notification.

Landed safely, speak to you tomorrow x

Smiling, Victoria fell asleep.

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The early morning sunrise woke Victoria up the next morning. Luke and Lily were still fast asleep as Victoria quietly got dressed. When she went back into her bedroom she gently roused the twins from their sleep.

“No Mommy I’m not awake.” Lily pulled the duvet over her and Luke.

“Sounds like you are to me.” Victoria chuckled.

“It’s too early.” Luke whined.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just eat all the pancakes.” Victoria pretended to walk away.

“No I’m up, I’m up!” Lily jumped out of bed and ran to Victoria, Luke not far behind her.

“Okay then let’s go make some pancakes. Do you want to hold my hand?”

“No we’re big now we can do it ourselves!” Luke replied.

The three made their way downstairs to the kitchen, Jenner jumped up and licked the twins’ faces making them giggle.

“Mommy can we have blueberries with them?” Lily asked.

“Of course you can.” Victoria smiled.

“Daddy let’s us have syrup as well.” Luke said.

“Luke! That was meant to be a secret!” Lily cried.

“Does he? Well I’ll be having words with Daddy.” Victoria pretended to be stern.

“Don’t be angry with Daddy Mommy. He was being kind.” Lily looked up at Victoria.

Victoria crouched down so she was at her height. “I can’t stay mad at Daddy for too long.”

The twins giggled and Victoria dished them up their pancakes, which they ate at lightning speed.

“Can we go watch a film now?” Luke asked.

“No Luke we have to get dressed and brush our teeth, right Mommy?” Lily sternly told Luke.

“Actually Mommy has decided we can have a pyjama day today, but you do need to brush your teeth.” Victoria said.

The twins raced upstairs and quickly brushed their teeth before they hurried back downstairs.

“What film do you want to watch?” Victoria asked.

“The Lion King!” The twins excitedly said. Victoria chuckled as she put the DVD into the player.

Victoria sat in-between the kids who snuggled up against her. As the film played, Victoria phone pinged, it was a message from Ethan.

How are you doing?

Smiling Victoria replied all okay, watching the Lion King for the millionth time.

I usually watch that with them, guess they’re missing me.

They’re not the only ones.

“Who are you texting Mommy?” Luke asked noticing Victoria was looking at her phone.

“Daddy. He wants to know if you two are ok.”

“We are! But tell him I miss him.” Lily said.

“I will sweetheart.”

The twins continued watching the film as Victoria text Ethan. Has the conference started?

It didn’t take long for a reply. In 5 minutes, are the kids behaving?

Victoria laughed a little as she text back. They are, and they miss you a lot.

The three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen before Ethan’s message popped up. I miss them too. And you as well.

Victoria’s heart swelled at the comment. She knew Ethan wouldn’t be away for long but she missed him terribly nonetheless.

Luke and Lily continued to cuddle up against Victorias side as the film played out. The last time Ethan went away they weren’t old enough to realise but Victoria definitely noticed a change in mood between them and the minute Ethan walked through the front door, their tiny faces lit up.

Victoria knew they would have the same reaction when they reunited with Ethan on Monday.

— — — — —

Sunday soon rolled around and Victoria was currently reading a medical journal as Luke and Lily played with their toys.

“Make way for Captain Destroyer as he captures the Barbie palace!” Luke enthusiastically said as he crashed his action man into Lily’s Barbie palace.

“No! My Barbies! What did they do?” Lily hugged her Barbies to her chest to protect them.

“They’re mine now!” Luke went to grab them.

“No! Mommy!” Lily looked at Victoria.

“Luke leave her alone.” Victoria looked up from her book.

“But-“

“I’d think carefully about what you’re about to say.” Victoria said sternly.

Luke huffed and threw his toy onto the floor. “I’m bored.”

“I know. How about we build a fort? I used to make them all the time with Uncle Will and Auntie Sarah.”

“Yeah!” The twins jumped up.

“Okay. The first essential for a great fort is blankets. Can you go find some for me?” Victoria asked.

The twins eagerly ran out the room and up the stairs as Victoria took some of the cushions from the sofa and moved some of the furniture so it was closer together. The last time she has made a fort was when she was a kid. She had forgotten how fun it was.

“We’ve got them!” Lily said running back into the living room.

“Where’s Luke?” Victoria asked, noticing the young boy wasn’t with his sister.

“I’m under here!” A muffled voice said. Victoria pulled the blankets off him chuckling.

“Why don’t you put them under there and I’ll grab some fairy lights.”

Victoria headed upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms and found some old battery operated fairy lights. She brought them downstairs and hung them around the fort so there was more light.

“Wow it looks so cool!” Lily said looking round.

“Are these the kind of forts you built with Uncle Will and Auntie Sarah Mommy?” Luke asked.

“Yes. We used to build forts all the time as kids. Although Uncle Will didn’t like it when we brought lots of pink things in there.” Victoria laughed.

“Have you and Daddy ever made a fort together?” Lily asked.

“Ah well, I’ve always tried to persuade Daddy but so far I haven’t been able to. Maybe the three of us can persuade him one day.”

“How did you and Daddy meet Mommy?” Luke said cuddling up against Victorias side, Lily doing the same.

“I met him when I first started working. Although he didn’t really like me at first.” Victoria put her arms around her children.

“Why not?”

“He thought I was annoying and I thought he was very grumpy.” Victoria said which made them giggle.

“But Daddy is always so funny.” Luke said looking bewildered as if his Dad could be anything but fun.

“That’s because you two are his angels and he always saves his best features for us three.” Victoria tickled them making them laugh. “I know. Shall we take a picture and send it to Daddy?”

“Yeah!”

Victoria grabbed her phone and held it up. “Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” The twins grinned.

Victoria looked at the photo. “What do you think?”

“Great!” The twins beamed. Victoria sent the photo.

“How about I get started making the spaghetti?”

“Yes!”

Victoria chuckled as she headed out into the kitchen, As she put a pan of water on to boil her phone lit up with a notification.

Wishing I was with you x

— — — — —

Much later on in the day, the twins were fed and bathed and were in their pyjamas watching TV.

“Look who’s calling.” Victoria said holding her phone up in front of the twins. Their eyes lit up when they saw Ethans name.

“Daddy!” They cried when Victoria accepted the call and Ethan’s face popped up on the screen.

“Hi guys! How are you?” Ethan smiled.

“We’re good. Mommy helped us build a fort and then we ate spaghetti!” Luke said.

“I see. And how is Mommy?” Ethan chuckled.

“Mommy’s fine.” Victoria smiled.

“We miss you Daddy.” Lily said in a quiet voice as she cuddled her teddy.

“I miss you too sweetheart. I wish I was with you.” Ethan smiled.

“You’ll see Daddy tomorrow night Lil.” Victoria cuddled her.

“Daddy are you having a good time?” Luke asked.

Ethan laughed at that. “As good as can be.” He then went on to explain everything he had been doing even though Victoria could tell he was exaggerating. However, that didn’t matter when she saw the excited look on her children’s faces.

Victoria could tell the twins were getting tired so she suggested ending the call, promising them Daddy would be home tomorrow night. She carried them to bed, gently kissing them on their foreheads.

“Wait.” Luke suddenly said as Victoria was about to shut his bedroom door. She watched him get out of bed and head to his dresser and pull out a framed photo. On closer inspection, she realised it was a framed photo of them as a family.

“Why have you got that?” Victoria asked.

“So I don’t miss Daddy too much. And so he doesn’t get lonely.” Luke snuggled against the picture.

Victoria’s throat became thick with emotion and she felt tears forming in her eyes. Blinking them away she quietly crept out the room and once she shut the door, she let the tears fall.

It was remarkable to see how grown up the twins were. Naturally they were sad, Victoria wasn’t expecting anything less and some of the time, she knew the smiles were hiding that they were missing Ethan. But they had been so mature over the last few days and Victoria was proud of them.

She knew she was raising them well.

— — — — —

After another day of parks, food and endless amount of cuddles, Victoria, Luke and Lily were in the car on their way to the airport to pick up Ethan. Ethan’s flight got in at 8 and Victoria made sure she left with enough time to spare. The twins were in their pyjamas, Victoria deciding they could win that battle but were wrapped up in their coats.

Luke and Lily were so excited that Ethan was coming home today. In the morning, they went out and bought some of Ethan’s favourite foods, the twins made him a welcome home card for him to see when they arrived back. They managed to tire themselves out at the park in the afternoon, Luke even went down for a nap but Lily refused (‘If I fall asleep Mommy I’ll miss seeing Daddy so I have to stay awake.’)

5 minutes before they arrived at the airport, Lily had begun to doze off.

“Go to sleep Lil.” Victoria said as she pulled into the airport carpark.

“But Daddy…” Lily yawned as she shut her eyes.

“Will be here when you wake up.” Victoria said smiling at her. She pulled into an empty space and got out the car, heading to Luke’s side first helping him out of the car then gently lifting Lily out of the car, pulling her close as the little girl laid her head on her mothers shoulder.

“Can we go now Mommy?” Luke asked tugging on her hand.

“Yes, hold my hand.” Victoria said, Luke obeyed immediately.

The family walked through the airport, heading to the board where the arrivals were updated.

“Can you see Daddy’s plane number?” Victoria asked Luke as the young boy looked up at the board.

“No. Where is it?” Luke said.

“I can. It says it’s arrived.” Victoria pointed up at the screen.

“Does that mean Daddy’s home?” Luke’s eyes lit up.

“Yes sweetheart Daddy’s home.” Victoria smiled.

The family moved towards where the arrivals would filter out. The automatic doors kept opening and closing, passengers reuniting with loved ones.

“He’s not coming!” Luke said looking up at Victoria.

“He will, you just need to be patient.” Victoria ruffled his hair, glancing at Lily who was still fast asleep in her arms.

More and more people walked out until Victoria saw the one face she had been waiting for. Luke had seen him too.

“Daddy!” Luke ran to Ethan, the latter knelt down to greet his son, pulling him into a tight hug. Victoria couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other but her heart swelled at the reunion.

Holding Luke’s hand in one and pulling his suitcase in the other, Ethan made his way over to Victoria.

“Someone tried desperately to stay awake all day but inevitably fell asleep.” Victoria chuckled gesturing to the sleeping Lily.

“I don’t mind She’ll have the best reaction when she wakes up.” Ethan smiled pressing a short kiss to Lily’s head then pressed his lips to Victoria’s.

“Good to be home?”

“Definitely.” Ethan replied. He picked Luke up and with suitcase in hand, the family made their way out of the airport. “Pass me the keys.” Ethan said once they had reached the car.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind driving.” Victoria asked.

“I want to. It’s the least I can do.” Ethan smiled.

Victoria didn’t argue with that. She put Lily in her carseat then climbed into the front. Ethan’s hand found hers, lacing their fingers together.

“So tell me. How boring was the conference?” Victoria grinned as Ethan found the interstate.

“Almost as boring as all the other ones. I certainly won’t be going to anymore anytime soon.” Ethan chuckled.

“I’m glad. We’ve missed you. They’ve been good as gold though.” Victoria smiled as she looked behind her. Luke had also fallen asleep.

“I knew they would. And it wouldn’t be a trip away if I didn’t have a present to bring back.”

“Another piece of memorabilia.”

“Of course.” Ethan laughed. “It’s good to be home though. My place is right here.” Ethan squeezed Victoria’s hand.

Smiling, Victoria relaxed back in her seat as Ethan drove their family back home where they belonged.

— — — — —

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[sub4dominant]

SIR’s Home (part 2).

The humble faggot was struggling with the weight of its Owner as it crawled from garage to dining room, the spurs digging into its sides, the crop used enthusiastically to encourage it. Once inside, just for fun, SIR made it do a circuit of the downstairs living quarters driving to to the point of collapse, before directing it to His chair at the head of the table. He dismounted and clicked his fingers the signal for the servant to pull out the chair for Him and help its Owner to sit. it then stood up and poured SIRs wine which had been opened earlier and left to breathe...just as SIR liked it. SIR sipped it and nodding His approval told it to proceed. the fag was about to run to the kitchen when SIR called it back...'BEND OVER SLUT', the faggot was rewarded with the cork being stuck up its cunt. 'KEEP THAT UNTIL I TELL IT TO REMOVE IT PUSSY' The faggot had worked hard preparing SIR's dinner. He just needed to grill His steak. SIR demanded it medium/rare and it had been punished more than once for overcooking it. Last time, not wanting to waste the meat completely, SIR had ordered His property to bury the overcooked steak in His garden. 2 days later the puppy dug it up and was forced to eat the filthy, spoiled piece of meat..its only food for the day. So when it served SIRS dinner it held its breath as He cut, SIR said nothing, but clicked His fingers, the signal for fag to get under the table. the fag was so relieved, SIRs silence the only thanks it needed for its work.  OK MY LITTLE PRINCESS, IT MAY SLOWLY LICK MY CRITCH...DONT GET TOO EXCITED BITCH, NICE N SLOW, TAKE ITS TIME'. the faggot blushed at being called a little princess, knew it was SSIR's way of reminding it that it had no control over how it was seen, its identity. Knew SIR could have it prancing around like a girly slut one minute and transformed into His fight hound the next. fags have no control over such things, SIR decides. Object or living creature. Masculine, feminine or animal. it sniffed the leather deeply, slowly traced its tongue from SIR's seat to His waste. The bulge of His cock and balls teasing the faggot, making it whine pathetically, trying to tease SIRS zip open with its teeth, needy pup, addicted to its God. SIR slapped it gently. 'LATER FAGGOT, IT'S GOING TO GET A TREAT AFTER DINNER IF SHE IS A GOOD GIRL'. SIRS, leather gloved hands tickled the fag behind the ear and it groaned in pleasure. Next a piece of the fat from the steak was held to its mouth, it went to snatch it between its teeth but SIR pulled it back...'NOT SO QUICK MY GREEDY FAGGOT PUP, BEG, COME ON GIRL...BEG! pup stuck its tongue out and panted and whined pathetically like it had been taught, held its paws up in a begging position, making SIR smile and pat its head. Held the food closer so His puppy could take it gently in its mouth from His hand. A few pieces of potato and some salad followed, all fed to the pup in the same way. the pup knew it must have done a good job with dinner as it got more than usual and was even rewarded further when SIR put His plate down on the floor for pup to lick clean.

SIRs boot found its way into His pups crotch and the pup couldn't help but start to hump it, its little clit, stuffed away in chastity but still it couldn't help trying to rub it which always made SIR laugh. Sometimes He would order the fag to do this for hours just for His amusement, there was something so perverted, so desperate, so animalistic about the pup frantically rubbing its locked dicklet against His Superior leather that made SIR rock hard. He loved the moment when after an hour of this He might say 'OK THATS ENOUGH PUP, PUT IT AWAY' leaving the horny puppy groaning with lust and the need to shoot...ignored. Or He might give it 1 minute to shoot its faggy load and laugh as it frantically tried to meet the time limit, humping in sight everything like a true slutty whore. . Once the fag had cleared away, washed the dishes, tidied the kitchen, it crawled back to SIR in the Living Room. He clicked His fingers...'WHISKY' fag ran and poured 2 fingers, neat, as SIR liked it, and presented it to Him. 'CIGAR' ...fag crawled to the humidor which it maintained for SIR and took one of His big asylum cigars out, prepared it as it had been taught and then held it up for SIR to take it in His mouth. SIR lit a match and then stuck the dry end into His fags mouth, transforming it into a lighter. He puffed thick clouds of smoke into the fags face as He lit it, watching the flame creep nearer and nearer to the fags mouth. He knew even if it started to burn the fag wouldn't drop it, it had been conditioned too well. So just as the flame was about to burn the fag lips He inhaled deeply and blew smoke in the fags face, blowing the match out,  telling the faggot to swallow the burnt remains of the match. 'FOOTSTOOL, ASHTRAY' was all He needed to say for the faggot to get into position on all 4's, mouth open. SIRS boots thumped heavily onto its back, the cigar was held to its open mouth, ash flicked in. the faggot focused on being the best footstool, the best ashtray, it could for SSIR as He watched a film on TV, ignoring the faggot until He had finished His cigar.

Time to test His faggots pussy control. 'PUSH THAT CORK OUT OF ITS CUNT SLOWLY BITCH, IT BETTER NOT DROP IT, I JUST WANT TO SEE THE END STICKING OUT'. the faggot strained its trained pussy, until it felt the cork from the wine bottle poke out of its hole. 'GOOD GIRL, STOP THERE AND STAY PERFECTLY STILL, DONT MOVE A MUSCLE BITCH'. the faggot focused on controlling its pussy, tightening as it has been taught. SIR then lent forward and ground his cigar out on the end of the cork, the faggot could hardly breathe as it felt some embers drop on to its butt cheeks, but it was well trained, didn't move. Once the cigar was extinguished, SIR used it to first stuff the cork back in the hole and then the cigar stub, the fag would feel even fuller soon but for now He sat back and enjoyed the rest of His programme, amusing Himself by occasionally nudging His fags balls with His boot...eating an apple and then feeding the fag the half chewed core,

SIR reached into his holster and pulled out His pistol, hard, cold steel. He remembered when He had first shown it to His fag. The wide eyed fear mixed with lust, the way it had pissed itself in terror, the care it had taken when He had told it to suck the barrels. SIRs eyes locked with the faggots, What He saw there: trusting, submissive, obedient, in awe, worshipful. Time to step it up. He held it to the faggots head, making it jump, making it whine. Being in the presence of SIR with His gun once again made the faggot piss itself. SIR chuckled, slapped his faggot in mock anger but really enjoying the natural reaction from his inferior to its Superior. it would slurp it all up later but for now He let it kneel in its waste. Then traced the gun slowly down its spine. The fag could barely breathe at this display of power. Gasped when it stopped at its hole...waited....panting now...'READY PUP?' it panted out..'Yes SIR, thank You SIR. Yet still SIR, teased it, tantalised it, prodding, stroking, circling, until finally He pushed it hard into the faggot cunt making it groan, making it dizzy, making it fall in love with its Owner even more.

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Guitar Hero - Slash🎩

Slash x FemReader

‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

Slash had just received his own copy of the new guitar hero game. After months of being in that silly suit, dancing around in it while holding a fake guitar for the sake of his character within the game it was finally finished. The creators of the game sent him his own copy of course which you were so excited for. Slash however didn't seem as excited. 

“Babe you haven't even touched the box!” you plop down next to him on the couch of your large living room. His eyes peek over to the box sitting in the corner of the room awaiting to be opened. 

Slash simply sighed and rested his head back on the couch. You scoff getting up and kneeling down in front of the box. “I wanna see you, I don’t know why you’re being such a big baby” you shake your head tearing into the box. 

Once you had the game out and set up you changed the input of the TV pulling the fake guitar strap over your neck. You turn your head back looking at him with raised brows, “you sure you dont wanna play?” you ask one final time, “I'm good” he smile. You roll your eyes and begin to play the game, selecting a Led Zeppelin song to start. You can't help but feel Slash’s interested eyes burn into your back as you have fun playing the game. Ignoring him you finally reach the infamous Guitar Duel level of the game.

“Oh c’mon look at that!” You smile pointing to the screen. 

Slash’s avatar appears on the screen 

You giggle getting ready to play the level when you hear his footsteps make their way closer and closer to you. Turning around you’re met with his mischievous grin. “What?” you giggle inching closer to him, “nothing” he shakes his head with a soft smile as his eyes scan your face, dark and mysterious, almost black with desire. He pulls the guitar over your head setting it down on the floor. 

“Play with me instead” he pouted wrapping your arms around his torso, “oh so that’s what it is” you smirk squeezing his body close to yours, “I just got back, I missed you” he frowns pressing his forehead against yours, you giggles pressing light kisses all over his face. “get over here” he growled dragging you back to the couch and throwing you on there kissing you all over, giggling you squirmed underneath him as his kisses tickled you all over your face and neck. ——

It’s the next morning and you wake up with Slash not next you in your guys’ bed. Scrunching your face you feel around for him but hes gone. 

Getting up lazily you walk out searching your house for your husband. thats when you hear faint music coming from his office. Curious, you open the door to find him leaning against his desk facing the TV playing guitar hero. “Hmm” you giggle breaking his concentration. “Honey not now, I almost got this” he rushes you off as he continues focusing on the game. 

“No good morning, I see” you sigh, “good morning darling” he says popping a quick kiss on your lips before returning to the game. 

And just like that he became obsessed. 

Day and Night, he locked himself in that office playing the game, not even coming out for food, you had to force him to eat because he was so encapsulated by the challenge that game presented him. As a professional guitar player he couldn't stand the amount of effort it took for him to be good at the game. 

You were getting fed up with the lack of attention you were receiving, it was like he was back on the road: you’d have to fall asleep in the large bed alone because he'd come to bed much much later, sometimes staying uo all night, you ate alone, you wandered the home alone. Enough was enough, you were gonna get his attention one way or another. 

You were wearing his shorts and his shirt, your favorite attire. The smell of cologne and cigarettes filling your nose each time, shorts he’s had for years, since the 90s were now yours. They no longer fit his buff and muscular stature now. You had nothing on underneath in hope that he’d somehow pick up on this and give into hid horny desires. 

“You need to take a break” You sighed walking into his office, “I can’t fucking beat this, this is getting fucking weird” he groaned angrily as his avatar defeated him once more. “Give it to me” you sighed, “you can do better?” he scoffed, “hand me the fucking controller” you demanded, competitiveness kicking in. He lifted his hands up in defense before handing you the guitar shaped controller. 

Just like that you defeated the level effortlessly. He looked at you jaw dropped as you hand him the guitar and walk towards the door, “when you decide you want to acknowledge my existence I’ll be in the kitchen” you say annoyed before walking out. 

As you stood in the kitchen tidying up a little his heavy footsteps entered the area. You didn’t acknowledge these, acting like he wasn't there. Suddenly your weight is lifted off the ground and you’re sat on the island. 

“Playing my avatar was getting weird” Slash’s eyes meet yours, “I'm sorry, let me make it up to you” he frowns, his large hands sliding up your shirt rubbing your back, once he’s aware there's nothing other than the shirt blocking his eyes from your breasts, his eyes go dark and fill with pure lust. 

“Fuck, you’re more addictive than that fucking game” he growls before pressing a deep kiss on your lips, hands groping your boobs, cold rings against your nipples. “Time for my favorite snack” he says lowly, pulling on your lower lip as he pushes you back spreading your legs, “fuck” he licks his lips as he pulls down the shorts and is met face to face with your glossy pussy

“You’re not getting rid of me for a while” he smirks rubbing your pussy gently causing light moans to escape your lips…

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 4

I sat across from Chris at the small kitchen table in an awkward silence, picking at the label on the ketchup bottle.

"How could you keep this from me? Did you hate me that much?" Chris suddenly asked making me look up at him.

"It wasn't like that Chris, you broke my heart but i.... i never stopped loving you"

"If you loved me you would have told me!"

"I tried to tell you! My god i tried for months to contact you but you would never take my calls! I left you voicemails begging you to call me back....." i told him feeling my eyes start to tear up "i even tried to see you...." i shrugged remembering back to the day i decided to go back to the apartment i shared with him briefly "do you remember that day? I begged you to hear me out.... do you remember what you said to me?"

Chris's head dropped as he shook it, he actually looked ashamed of himself.

"You remember??"

"Yes"

"You told me i needed to stop being so desperate, that i needed to accept the fact we were over.... you told me our relationship was a mistake"

"I was an asshole i know that! But i was gonna be a dad and you kept that from me for nearly... what, 7 years??"

"Okay answer me this, would the you back then have given a shit?? Because i honestly don't think it would have changed a god damn thing because you were a selfish prick!" I whisper yelled at him so Mason wouldn't hear "you say you've changed now and that your not that guy anymore and i pray to god thats true, but....."

"I swear to god i've changed Y/N, i grew up. I realised that the fame didn't mean as much to me as my family"

"Good for you"

"You dont believe a word im saying do you?" He shook his head "i know that look you can't lie to me" he mumbled rubbing his hands over his face.

"Its not that i dont believe youve changed Chris, its that even then you never once reached out to me. Even before i was your wife, as brief as it was.... i was your best friend. It was so easy for you to cut me out of your life"

"I missed you everyday Y/N.... i just, i couldn't face you after what i did"

"Until you needed those divorce papers signed huh? Then you faced me".

Chris just looked down avoiding eye contact, he didn't know what to say.

"Look, if you wanna get to know Mason i won't try and stop you" i said quickly before i lost my nerve.

"Of course i do!"

"if you do this you need to be in 100%, i wont have you breaking his heart when you get bored of playing daddy. Because i swear to god Chris, if you hurt my son i will fucking kill you"

"I promise, i'm in 110%"

"Okay....." i nodded taking a deep breath "we've got pizza coming, did you wanna stay for dinner.... meet your son?"

"Id love that" he smiled wiping a tear quickly from his face "did you ever tell him about me? I mean does he know who i am at all?"

"His seen old photo's of you before your Captain America days, knows your name... thats it"

"Where does he think i've been? He must have asked where i was?"

"Its only been the last year his really asked about it, when he started preschool and the other kids had dads picking them up..... guess he wanted to know why he didn't have one. I told him he did have one but you were away working"

"He must hate me"

"Chris his 5 and a half he doesn't know how to hate".

We were all sat around the coffee table in the living room, the two pizza boxes spread out between us. I had just finished explaining to Mason that Chris was the same man in the photo he had in his bedroom, that Chris was his dad. Mason stared at Chris for a while before taking a bite of his pizza.

"You look funny...." Mason casually said and i nearly choked on my mouthful of pizza.

"I guess i do look a little different" Chris smiled at him "what photo do you have?"

"I'll go get it!" He jumped up and run upstairs excitedly.

"Its just a photo of us when we were younger" i said casually looking at my slice of pizza like it was the most fascinating thing in the world "it was the only one i had...."

"What do you mean? You had loads of photos...."

"I did until i burnt them all"

"You burnt them?!" He asked wide eyed.

"I was mad at you" i shrugged "i didn't want to look at them anymore".

I was so full of shit, i had kept them all, stored away in the back of my closet where i tried to forget them. The only reason i gave Mason the older photo was because it was from a time when Chris and I were happy, before he left me.

Mason came running back in and gave Chris the photo, a smile spread across his face when he saw it was a photo of us taken at Disney on one of our trips to Florida.

"God i remember this day, it was a good day" he looked up and smiled.

"It was " i nodded wiping off my hands before getting up and going to the kitchen, i needed some space. As much as i tried to convince myself that i hated Chris, part of me couldn't help but love him and being in the same room with him after all this time was tough. I was getting a glass of water when i heard Mason ask Chris a question that broke me.

"Dad? Can you read me a story before bed? Mama always reads to me but you never have"

"Sure bud, if thats okay with your mom?" I heard him reply happily.

I couldn't help but cry silently.... my hand over my mouth to muffle any sound, i just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Mom?" Mason was suddenly standing behind me "can dad stay to read me a story?"

I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to face him with a forced smile.

"Sure baby"

"Yes!" He shouted happily running back out "she said yes!".

I stood outside Mason's room listening to Chris read 'If You Give A Dog A Donut', Mason giggling along and making little comments here and there which would then make Chris laugh before carrying on. After a couple of minutes i left them to it and went downstairs to tidy up.

10 minutes or so passed before Chris reappeared, it felt awkward between us again now Mason wasn't here.

"Thank you for letting me do that Y/N"

"Mason wanted you to read to him, i find it hard to say no to that kid" i shrugged.

"I bet. His a great kid, you've done a good job with him"

"Thank you"

"I can't believe i've missed so much of his life..... you have no idea how much i hate myself"

Probably not as much as i've hated you! I said to myself but at the same time deciding there was something i could give him.

"Wait here a minute, i need to go get something" i mumbled passing him and going up to my room. I went to my closet and dug around in the back until i found the black leather storage box i was looking for.

When i got back downstairs i handed the box to Chris who looked confused.

"Its a thing i used to do when i found out i was pregnant, letters, photos and stuff" i said feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment of how stupid i had been....I just couldn't really let him go.

"Its only stuff from during the pregnancy and maybe the first 1/2 years but you might wanna see" i shrugged folding my arms to stop them shaking.

"Thank you Y/N....."

"Sure, well its getting late you should probably be going...."

"Of course" he nodded quickly "can i give you a hug?...."

"No. We're not at the hugging stage Chris"

"Okay" he said sadly as we made our way to the front door "when can i see Mason again?"

"Whenever you want i just need a heads up"

"Tomorrow?"

"Sure"

"Why don't you see if Scott wants to come too?? I need to talk to that brother of yours"

"Don't be mad at him, he didn't tell me Mason was my son... just that you had a kid"

"Your telling me he wasn't the one to tell you to come see me again??"

He was silent and looking around nervously.... Scott told him to come see me!

"You forget i know you two too well"

"I wanted to see you again i did, i just.... i was being a fucking chicken shit. I knew you hated me"

"Can you blame me?"

"Not for a second"

"Okay.... im gonna go inside, we'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here. Goodnight Y/N"

"Goodnight Chris" i said quietly before shutting the door and taking a deep breath to try and control my emotions, i was so sick of crying over fucking Chris Evans! I thought those days were over.

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[lumiereswig]

What if plumette left the castle shortly before the curse, and then returned after everyone was cursed? (Yeah I saw you wanted to write that)

i did want to write it, ive wanted to write it for years, i’ve never had the balls to write it because it was such a fabulous concept to play with. but here what the hell, why not here it is:

it’s pre-curse times and plumette gets a message from her sister, peregrine, that she NEEDS to be the godmother of her baby and thus has to haul ass to the christening. this is awesome but also fuckkkkkk because her sister lives in Sweden like FUCK thats SO far away in eighteenth century times

so she hops on a plane—an eighteenth century style plane—so that’s a rowboat—and waves goodbye to lumiere and douche canoe prince and mrs. p and all the rest, and she bippity-bops her way up to scandinavia to snack on some lutefisk and hold her first little itty-bitty niece. This being Sweden everything takes ages, like first the baby has to be born and then they have to plan the baby shower and then they have to do all this other stuff, so it’s months and months, all of which Plumette spends sending letters to Lumiere and eagerly waiting to hear back from him.

“mon cherie today the prince spent the entire day taking portraits off the wall and throwing them across the room because the painting style was apparently too ‘swishy’! And now Cogsworth has banned me from every serving him sangria at three in the morning ever again. Please be back soon mon ange, my heart cannot beat without you. Lumiere”

“mon chou today there was a fuss in the village, the prince has raised taxes again, I know, quelle horror!,  Mrs. Potts says a person can’t even afford jam anymore if you haven’t got a steady job! but i really doubt that, I mean how much does a jar of jam even cost, ten dollars? please hurry back mon amour, my breath fades so I can’t hear it, waiting for you to come into the light. Lumiere”

“mon coeur we are holding such a ball tonight! every eligible princess and countess will be there—as well as Chapeau’s little sister, we’re slipping her in with a borrowed old dress of the Queen’s—the lights will glitter and every taper will shine, but none as bright as you. Are you coming home yet? I cannot stand the waiting—I shall go quite still without you to dance with. I wait, eternally yours. Lumiere”

And then silence. Silence for a long, long time.

She writes letters, first funny— “what has happened? has Cogsworth run away with you at last?”—then alarmed, then jealous, then furious. “Why so silent, mon amour? have your hands fallen off entirely, do I count so little to your heart?” But she doesn’t get a response, even though she waits, she waits in the same place for weeks just so the letter will not miss her. but a month passes, and no note. Not even Chapeau responds, nor Cogsworth. she throws her hands in the air and stays on longer, just to show him; if he can’t bother to write, what’s a year? What’s two years?

She doesn’t make it quite two years; her heart throbs with missing him, despite her anger, despite her hurt. she gets on the boat, waves goodbye to little Plume nestled safe in Peregrine’s arms, and arrives back in France so, so long after she left.

The ride to Villeneuve is long. She breathes in the heady air, enjoying France’s roses; she forgot how much she missed this sort of spring! she cannot wait to be home, and hug them all close again. she can make peace with lumiere at last. perhaps some other accident prevented him sending her letters.

villeneuve looks disused, when she hops off the carriage; the taxes must have gone up again, she thinks, but doesn’t worry all too much. She doesn’t like riding, so she walks through the woods, ordering for her luggage to be left at the tavern to be called for later. She’s surprised how overgrown the ordinary road to the palace is. She’s surprised how the people in Villeneuve looked at her.

She’s extremely surprised when she starts walking through snow.

Her little satin slippers are drenched by the time she gets to the palace, and her hair is slipping out of her little summer straw hat, and she’s clutching her arms to keep from freezing in the gray, deep snow. Her teeth chatter as she climbs up the steps. Her little hand can barely push open the door.

She sinks in, with relief, and leaps up again when she realizes the marble is covered in a thin, deadly mirror of ice. The tapers are not lit. Not a sound comes out of the silent hall, but faraway up the stairs she thinks she hears a low, long grumble, like someone pushing a heavy chair across a stone-paved floor.

“Hello?” she calls. “Hello?”

Have they all left? Is it the plague again? she wonders. She tip-toes in, calling, and picks up a candle on the table to light her way. Into the drawing room, into the music room. A new harpsichord in the corner. The dining room sits empty, cobwebs on the chairs.

“Is anyone here left for me?”

“Mon amour,” whispers a voice, too too close, and the candelabra burns scathing in her hand.

she leaps back, clutching her hand, the candle on the floor righting itself and dusting itself off and murmuring soothing nothings, like she stepped on its foot at a ball or accidentally stole a sip from its wine glass instead of hers. It is talking, quite ordinarily, and calling in other furniture, and a hulking harpsicord is coming in and a squeaking tea tray and a hatstand with hammers for hands, and they gather round Plumette to gape and stare and cut off her escape, they don’t stop from crowding toward her until she screams “Lumiere, help!” and then it’s very, very silent in the dining room.

“Mon ange? You do not recognize me?” says the candle from the floor, and she comes close to fainting and then she is, the last thing she sees before falling into the swoon being Lumiere’s face, too little and too close, blazing gold, with hard yellow eyes creased in concern.

she wakes to cold, her hands draped in water, somebody kind laying a cool, wet handkerchief across her face. she relaxes, for a moment, then remembers the nightmare. the yellow eyes, where blue should be. the voice in the last place she expected it.

“look at me slow, now, dearie,” says Mrs. Potts, just beyond where she can see her. Another cold compress is laid on her hands. “I turned away from mirrors plenty of times before I got used to it. Slow, now, and breathe in—in through the mouth and out through the nose, that’s the way I used to tell Chip to do it.”

She looks, slowly, and then realizes turning slowly only adds to the horror of it, and she looks quick and bites back the scream before Mrs. Potts can quite pretend she hasn’t heard it. They both recover, fast, and look away. Mrs. Potts busies herself pouring hot water into a dish, and nudging the dish to Plumette’s fingertips until she can smell the lavender wafting gently up.

“Soothing,” Mrs. Potts murmurs, but Plumette notices she doesn’t look at her again.

It takes a long time to explain it. They all do it, in stages—Mrs. Potts, and then Cogsworth, so funny with his little clock face staring up at her, Cuisinier with a rattle and bang and Chapeau with tidy words, sparse but clean, painting a picture of the hag’s hand stretching toward them, the spell hovering on her fingertips. But Lumiere does not come to explain. He does not want to frighten her. He does not want to cause the pain.

Only when she can look at them evenly does she let him come in. He comes slowly, shyly, and her heart breaks—her Lumiere, shy! Her Lumiere, heavy and slow, his golden feet dragging him along, his candles barely flickering. He’s hot and ashamed and brave, looking her up in the face, love pouring out of him as he whispers, “you have not changed a day.”

they are frightened to show her the Beast, but they have to; he knows she’s there, his was the deep and wounded growl she heard from the first, echoing down the halls from his hiding place behind the stairs. She thinks she will be terrified, but then she sees him and oh!

the prince is terrified of her—of seeing his face reflected in the eyes of someone who knew him in his pride. terrified of seeing that someone shriek and run away in fear.

She reaches out and strokes the matted fur. “Do you know,” she says to him, “you have blonde hairs here, right in the pattern of the sun blaze I used to paint on you for special occasions.”

“I tried to do it myself that night,” he rumbles, the sound coming from deep in his chest through what sounds like miles of hair and thorn and tusks and teeth. “I didn’t do as good a job as you do, though.”

She brushes the fur with her hand and smiles at him, the curls descending down her cheeks, her battered straw hat still trickling snow.

She stays with them for days before they mention anything about her choice. She busies herself with tidying, in attempting to bring order to the darkness—“If only one of you could fly, we could get that dust out of the topmost chandelier,” she complains—and spends time with Lumiere, tentatively finding him out again, catching herself laughing at his bizarre jokes. She almost thinks he’s really there when he comes into a room behind her, and she looks up to the wall and sees that human-sized shadow drawing up....and then the disappointment when she turns, and he’s only there in soul, so tiny behind her she has to crouch to catch his face.

But the days cannot wear on forever, and soon she notes the looks the servants give her, and one night as she climbs up to bed she hears the stark sounds of an argument ringing up from the kitchen below. The next day, they corner her—much as they did her first day, but now she knows the names to match the faces, even the new ones she never knew before, like kind Madame de Garderobe and finicky Mr. Cadenza.

“Why so serious?” she teases Cogsworth. His hands tic-tic gloomily across his face, and his eyes search the room, and her eyes follow. Lumiere isn’t here. Cadenza paces near the door.

“It’s just...well, we don’t know how long it’s been on the outside,” says Mrs. Potts. “But here inside the palace, we’ve kept careful track of the days, and it’s been like to ten years. Not quite, you understand, but it’s been ten years almost to the dot. And we’re not figuring she’s ever going to come.”

“Who?”

“In the curse, when she laid the curse, the witch mentioned true love for the Prince,” says Cogsworth. “Reckoning, I suppose, that a parade of eligible young ladies would come lining up to the palace every morning looking to play croquet with the unfortunate Master. Well, there hasn’t been a one. Not even enough to invite in for a glass of water and a game of piquet. And if it goes on much longer like this I don’t fancy we shan’t become antiques.”

“What do you mean, antiques?”

“Never mind about that now, dear.” Mrs. Potts nudges Cogsworth aside and went on. “What he’s trying to get at, I think, is that we’re worried there won’t be anyone for the Prince. No young ladies have really stopped by once it snowed.”

“And if it goes on like this,” moans Cadenza, “I will never see my wife again. The spell will be complete. I’ll go kaput, coda, to resting beat; the symphony ends, no one applauds. The rose sits in silence. The diva, likewise.”

“This is—what will happen to all of you?”

“We’ll fade,” says Chapeau. “We don’t know what that’s like, exactly; it’s not quite death, but it isn’t living.”

“And why are you telling me this? So I can go get help?”

“There isn’t time,” says Mrs. Potts, gently. “There’s only a few petals left on the rose. We need...we need you to do something else.”

And then Plumette realizes why Lumiere isn’t allowed in the room.

She lies in her bed that night, cradled in the spot in the mattress where he used to sleep—his slippers still sit right next to the bed, covered in cobwebs, the gold brocade barely blinking out from the dust. She stuck her foot in one of them when she first arrived, but took it out in a hurry; the webs felt cold on her toes.

I have to fall in love with the Beast. She could hear them telling it to her, over and over, and she’d retold herself the same story so many times she could hear it in each of their voices, whether or not they had truly said so. “If you don’t fall in love with him, dear, Chip will remain a cup forever. My dear, that is my son.” “You’re the only eligible young lady we’ve had, Plumette, though I doubt the Prince will care much for your rank; but we can scrape up a baronetcy for you, it shouldn’t be too difficult, and then add some ranks and qualifications once you’ve married—” “Plumette, I know it’s hard. But help isn’t coming anytime soon. You’re the only hope we have.”

Fall in love with the Beast. Fall in love with the Prince. Fall in love not to love him, but to save every friend that had ever counted for her, every person who had ever treated her as family. Fall in love, and not with Lumiere.

Fall in love, to save Lumiere.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Triple Frontier: Unwanted Job Chapter 6

The next installment is here you guys! I am thinking about making a Max Phillips story from Bloodsucking Bastards, but I would like to hear from you guys if I should. I have just been mulling over if I should do a Max Phillips story or not. Hope you all are doing okay and get ready for more domestic fluffy/protective Frankie! WARNINGS: Fluff, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Bad Dreams, Phone Stalking (I guess thats what it’s called), Nudity and Steamy Situation.

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Frankie had to be dreaming that Cait was his, and that she was curled into his side with her head on his chest. She looked so beautiful as the sunshine danced across her face. He reached with his free hand to move some of the loose strands of hair out of her face. His breath hitched when she whined, and her eyes fluttered open. “Morning”, he whispered. “Morning handsome”, she yawned. 

“So what are we going to do today?”, Frankie questioned. “Well I was thinking we could go for some breakfast at the diner in town”, Cait replied. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and Frankie knew he could never say no to her. “Okay let's do that then”, he beamed. She giggled and rolled onto her back where she stretched. Frankies mouth went dry when she arched her back because her shirt rode up slightly and he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Then he almost died when she let out a little groan which had him twitching in his sweatpants. He quickly averted his eyes as she relaxed, and got up to get ready. She went into the bathroom and he started getting dressed. When Cait came out he was in his jeans holding a shirt barefoot. She bit her lip and her thighs clenched at the sight. Frankie smirked as he noticed the way she was checking him out.

Cait quickly got dressed while he was in the bathroom, and once he came out she already had water and his pain medication waiting for him. As he got his boots on she grabbed her purse and the truck keys. He frowned when she grabbed the keys, but his eyes lit up when she held them out for him to take. The truck ride was easy going until Cait’s phone alerted her to a text message.

“Are you going to answer that?”, he asked. “Nah. It’s probably Benny wanting to check up on us”, she laughed nervously. He smiled as he knew it was probably a text asking if they had fucked yet. “You know I know about the bet going on with our friends right”, Frankie told her. “What bet would that be”, she panicked. “The bet of wether we will have had sex before my stitches are out. Listen I am not doing this because of the bet. I really do like you and I want this to work”, he stated taking her hand with the one not holding the steering wheel. 

“Same here. Our friends are pervs you know”, she sighed obviously relieved. “Well yeah they are, but if I recall you used to be a perv too when we were all in the same squad”, he joked. “We were young, and still somewhat immature”, she defended. He chuckled at that and when they reached the diner she automatically glued herself to his side. They chatted and ordered their food. “So what else did you have in mind for today?”, Frankie asked.

“Well I don’t know I was thinking of cleaning the house”, she laughed. “It’s not that dirty is it?”, he chuckled knowing damn well that the house needed a little tidying up. “No but it also could be a little bit less like mens barracks and more like a home”, she joked. “Hey I like my stuff the way it is”, he pouted. “Well I won’t change it that much”, she smiled. “Maybe I can start with the bedroom”, Cait grinned behind her coffee mug. “Oh what did you have in mind”, Frankie chuckled. 

“I was thinking we could add some rings to the headboard or maybe a stripper pole at the end of the bed”, she joked. Frankie nearly choked on his coffee as he started imagining things he shouldn’t. “Frankie I’m joking. Unless you're into that kind of thing”, she laughed. Oh she was going to be the death of him as he imagined her hands tied to the headboard and her body arching like it had this morning. 

He was about to respond when the waitress came back to take their order. They ordered their food, and the waitress smiled and winked at Frankie. Cait stiffened a little beside him, but he was completely clueless. She relaxed when she realized that he wasn’t even looking at the waitress as she walked away. He was fidgeting with his hat as she explained what she was going to work on when they got back to the house. 

She realized Frankie wasn’t paying attention to her so she slipped her hand over his thigh and gave a slight squeeze. She swore he stopped breathing and when he looked at her she could see a gaze that made her rub her thighs together. “Are you okay?”, she asked. “Yeah I’m good”, he replied as he leaned closer to her. She gently reached up and pulled his hat from his head and he swooped down to capture her lips. 

It wasn’t a long kiss, but she beamed when he pulled back to rest his forehead on hers. She was lost in his warm, chocolate eyes when the waitress came back with the food and cleared her throat. Frankie pulled back but didn’t take his eyes off Cait as she accepted the food being handed to them. The food was delicious and Cait felt a tingle run down her spine when Frankie groaned. “This is really good? Do you want to try some?”, he asked her.

“Sure”, she told him. Before she could grab her own fork he already had it on his and held it out for her to taste. She bit into what looked like a cheesy hashbrown casserole and she moaned. “That is so good”, she hummed. The rest of the breakfast was sharing some of the food, and a couple more alerts on her phone that she ignored. The waitress brought the check and Cait grabbed it first and chuckled at the apology written at the bottom for trying to flirt with Frankie.

She quickly paid much to the protest coming from Frankie about how he should have paid. They had gotten back to the house when her phone started ringing. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered it just in case it was June. “Hello?”, she answered. “Hi Cait it’s been a long time”, the voice on the other end said. She turned white as a sheet; that voice couldn't be. “You left me to die in that lake!”, the voice hissed. 

She couldn’t move and Frankie noticed that she had stopped in the driveway. “Cait what's wrong?”, he asked. She didn’t answer; she seemed like there was something terribly wrong. “Just know I’ll be coming for you and you won’t have Will or Benny swooping in to save you this time”, the voice echoed. The phone call cut off and Frankie had grabbed her by the shoulders. She screamed and pulled away from him as she backed up against the truck as panic set in. 

The tears started streaming down her face as Frankie slowly approached her. “Cait sweetheart what’s going on? Look at me breath in and out slowly”, he told her. Her eyes met his and he slowly pulled her into him when she collapsed into him. It took her several minutes to calm down and she started to come around. “It was him”, she sobbed into his chest. “Who was him?”, he questioned. “My ex that was him on the phone. I.. how….he was dead...I had to verify the body when...when he was pulled out of the lake”, she started to hyperventilate. 

“You need to breathe. It was probably just a sick prank. Let's get you inside and we can talk about what they said when you're ready”, he told her, helping her into the house. She sat on the couch clinging to him as if she let go she would disappear. Frankie held her close as she tried to rationalize what was happening. Once she was calm she told him exactly what the voice that sounded like her dead ex said. 

He let her explain the whole story about how her ex had been abusive and how he had tried to kill them both when he drove into the frozen lake. “It was just a sick prank”, he told her trying to calm her. Just then Frankie’s phone started ringing and he looked at Cait who nodded for him to go get it. He had been so distracted this morning that he hadn’t remembered to grab his phone. He noticed that it was Benny calling and he answered, but he wasn’t able to even ask hello. “Where is Cait!?”, he yelled through the phone. 

“She is sitting on the couch in the living room why?”, Frankie questioned now on high alert. “I just got a call from an unknown number. It sounded like her douchebag ex saying that he was coming for her, and then not even a minute later Will called me saying the same thing. He told us this time we wouldn’t be there to save her. Fish something isn’t right we helped her identify his body”, Benny snarled. “Well it’s like I told her it’s probably just a sick prank, but I swear no one is going to hurt her while I’m still breathing”, he growled. 

He was still on the phone with Benny when Cait let out a blood curdling scream. Frankie dropped his phone and ran into the living room where she sat wide eyed and panicked. “What happened”, he questioned. “He knows I’m here”, she shook as fresh tears took over. “What do you mean he knows you're here”, he pressed. She shakily pointed at her phone and when he picked it up his face fell. There were several pictures of her doing dishes in his kitchen, of her walking out to his truck, of her putting groceries away in his fridge, and one from last night when she was straddling his lap after the movie. 

He was pulling her to him when her phone rang, and she clung to him as he answered. “Cait it’s Benny. Me and Will are on our way. I already called the others and Santiago is booking a flight right now”, Benny stated. “Benny its Fish”, Frankie announced. “Where’s Cait I heard her scream is she alright?”, he worriedly asked. “Yeah she is ok I’m with her right now. You were right about something weird's going on. She just got pictures sent to her phone of her here at my place”, he relayed. “Well we are on our way June is going to come along, and she said her father would stop by every day to check on everything. Once we get a flight we will be there”, Benny told him. 

By the time that Benny had hung up Frankie was already pulling Cait towards the bedroom. He opened his dresser and pulled out a small .38 Smith & Wesson placing it in her hands. “I want you to take this with you whenever we go out until we figure out what is going on okay”, he told her. She nodded and placed it with her stuff on a chair in the bedroom, and Frankie pulled out a Sig Sauer .40 caliber handgun placing the holster on his belt. Then he racked a bullet into the chamber and holstered the weapon.

Frankie pulled her into his chest as she buried her face into him, and he placed his chin on the top of her head. He pulled her back slightly and cupped her face with his hands to make her look him in the eyes. “As long as I breathe I promise that no one is going to hurt you. Understand me”, he said sternly. She nodded and relaxed as he pulled her back to the couch to wait on the others to get there. He explained that Will, Benny and Santiago were on their way to try and help, but he left out that Benny and Will had received similar calls. 

Cait was exhausted and had taken to curling into Frankie’s side as they watched a movie. The only time that they moved was so Frankie could make some sandwiches for their lunch. She barely ate and that worried him to no end, but he let it go with everything that was going on. It was getting late, and Cait was laying across the couch with her head in his lap. A knock sounded at the door and Frankie got up pulling the gun from its holster as he opened it. Santiago stood there and he let him in. 

“I came as fast as I could. Is she alright?”, Santiago asked. “Yeah she has been pretty quiet since everything happened”, Frankie relayed dragging a hand down his face. “Look. Me and the boys will do everything we can to keep her safe”, Santiago stated. “We both appreciate it”, Frankie thanked him. “No problem Hermano”, Santiago shrugged. “Cait, Santi is here”, he called as he locked the door. There was a weak answer from her, but nothing more and that worried both of them. 

When they came back in she had curled up into a ball in the spot Frankie had been sitting in. Santiago looked to Frankie and back at Cait as he went to put his things in the guest bedroom. “Will and Benny will be here soon. Do you want me to call in some take out?”, he asked. She looked up at him exhaustively and nodded. It was breaking his heart seeing her look so broken and defeated, but he stepped into the kitchen keeping an eye on her as he ordered the food. 

He had ordered enough for everybody that was going to be there tonight, and came back to the couch where he took his seat. Cait automatically curling up and laying her head on his leg made him feel trusted. Santi joined them a couple minutes later, and sat down at the other end of the couch. Cait didn’t even seem to notice as Santi tossed a small blanket over her. Every once in a while she would go still, but would jolt as if she were waking up when her eyelids seemed too heavy. It wasn’t twenty minutes later that there was a knock on the door as Cait jumped out of her skin.

Frankie got up and answered the door only to find the delivery guy standing there. He quickly paid the man, and shut the door locking it back. He set the food down on the kitchen island, and before he could sort through the rest of it another knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it to find June, Will and Benny standing there. He let them in and Benny turned to Frankie then looked down to his holstered weapon and nodded. 

“Where is she?”, Benny asked. “She is in the living room with Santi on the couch. I got take out. It just got here so help yourselves”, Frankie told them gesturing towards the food. Benny nodded but headed straight for the living room to find Cait with June in tow. Will looked at Frankie and noticed how tense he seemed. “How are you doin’ Frankie?”, Will asked. “I’m fine, I'm more worried about Cait. She has barely said anything or moved since the pics were sent to her phone”, Frankie sighed.

“We all handle stressful situations differently”, Will coached. “Yeah I know, but it’s like she is an empty shell now, and I don’t know what to do”, Frankie argued. “Just be there for her. Trust me she will come around. Remember that time Tom got shot, and she went all silent commando on us. This is basically the same thing she has to take time to process what's happening”, Will explained. “I guess you’re right. I just wish I could get a hold of this motherfucker”, he huffed.

Frankie started to divvy up the take out, and Will helped as much as he could. When Benny had entered the living room he felt angry at the sight in front of him. Cait huddled in a blanket on one end of the couch shaking like a leaf until she locked eyes with him. She then hid her face and he could tell she was sobbing into the blanket. He gently strode over sitting beside her, and pulling her into his side. “Cait we are all here for you. No one is going to hurt you”, he soothed, but her sobs came harder.

“He was dead. How is it him. I….I buried him. Why...is...this happening…to me”, she sobbed. “I don’t know, but we are going to figure this out. Do you want or need anything?”, Benny asked. “I want...Frankie”, she hiccuped. June wasted no time in hurrying to the kitchen. “Frankie, Cait is asking for you”, June told him. He didn’t even hesitate and made his way into the living room. “Here I can help where he left off”, June said, helping Will get everybody's food together.

Frankie knelt down in front of her, and she all but collapsed into him. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close as she tried to quiet her sobs. Sanit and Benny looked at each other and quietly got up to go into the kitchen. “Hermosa I’m here shhhhh”, he whispered. It took a minute for her to finally calm down, and once she had Frankie pulled her back slightly to wipe the tears away with his thumbs. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled into him. 

Benny and June brought Cait and Frankie’s food to them, but Cait didn’t even seem interested in eating. “You need to eat Novia”, Frankie pleaded. “I’m not hungry”, she whispered. “Please eat something for me”, he implored. She looked at him and his pout was what did her in as she took a couple bites of her take out. Once she had a couple bites she realized how hungry she was. When she was done eating she got up and quickly got in the shower, and then Frankie got in after her. 

Santiago gave the guest bed up so June could have it, and Benny followed her to bed. Will was already pulling out his travel cot so Santiago took up position on the couch. Cait waited for Frankie to come out of the bathroom, and when he slid into the bed she clung to him. “Frankie promise you won’t leave me alone”, she whispered. “I won’t Novia get some sleep”, he whispered back. He gently stroked her hair, and it didn’t take long before she was asleep Frankie following soon after.

Cait’s eyes flew open as she heard a familiar song, and could feel the heat from the car's vents. She looked out and it was snowing. She feared what or who she would see sitting in the driver’s seat, but she turned anyway. It was her ex. His black hair as she remembered it, and his piercing blue eyes stared back at her. “You know I don’t like you hanging out with Will and Benny”, he growled. “I’m sorry”, she whimpered. “You know that Frankie guy won’t be able to protect you right”, he chuckled.

Wait this wasn’t the conversation they had had that night. Cait was reeling trying to figure out what was happening. “You know what. I think I’ll kill him in front of you slowly and make you watch”, he smiled wickedly. “Mason stop the car and let me out”, she snarled. “Oh no sweetheart I’m gonna finish what I meant to all those years ago”, he answered. She tried the door and the lock, but they wouldn’t budge. She quickly looked up as Mason stepped on the gas pedal to see the frozen lake.

She braced as the car went straight into the icy depths. The cold water hit her as it filled the car and Mason sat laughing maniacally in the driver's seat. She pushed and pushed on the door trying to get out, but it was too difficult. She waited until the car was completely filled with water and tried again this time the door opened. She swam for the surface just like she had all those years ago, but just as it had been then it was frozen over. 

Then just when her vision started going black the ice above her gave way, and she was being pulled from the water. All of the sudden she was standing in the morgue where Benny and Will stood behind her. She looked at Benny and Will who both nodded as she turned and walked up to the table, and the body draped with a white sheet. “Are you sure you’re ready?”, the mortician asked. 

Cait nodded and he pulled the sheet back, and she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. It wasn’t her ex laying on the cold metal table. The brown hair, mustache, scruffy beard and the aquiline nose gave it away immediately. Frankie lay there pale and his lips blue, and she couldn’t move or make a sound as she looked up. The mortician wasn’t there anymore neither were Benny and Will, and instead there stood Mason grinning at her. “YOU LET HIM DIE JUST LIKE YOU LET ME DIE!”, he yelled. That was when she let out a wailing scream of Frankie’s name.

Cait sat straight up and she could hear screaming, but didn’t realize it was coming from her own mouth. Frankie jolted awake beside her, and he started to call her name as he pulled her to him. “Cait it’s okay, it's okay. Breathe novia breathe. I’m here. I’m here”, he told her. Just then Benny, Will and Santiago flung the door open with their weapons drawn and sweeping the room. When their eyes landed on Cait wrapped in Frankie’s arms and he mouthed “bad dream” they quietly filed out of the room. 

It took her several minutes to calm down, and Frankie just held her as she did. When she was calm he handed her a glass of water, and brushed more tears from rolling down her face. “Do you want to talk about it”, Frankie said. Cait sat for a moment, but explained her dream to him as fresh tears rolled down her face. “Frankie I love you, and I don’t want to lose you”, she cried. “Oh Cait I love you too, and like I told you earlier I’m not going anywhere”, he told her. 

He pulled some pillows behind him and leaned back against the headboard, and he pulled her to him. She pulled back a little to straddle him, and leaned in to capture his lips. He brought his hands up to cup her face as she started kissing him a little rougher. Then she bit his bottom lip and moaned. He groaned when she did it a second time, and she grinned. Her eyes were hooded and he stopped her. “Maybe we shouldn't. You have had a rough day, and I don’t want to take advantage”, he explained.

“No I want this”, she told him. She pulled on his shirt and he helped her as she tossed it onto the floor. She then reached for her shirt and he put his hands on her hips as she pulled it off and tossed it with his shirt. “I think Tom is going to lose his bet”, she laughed. “Yeah I think he is too”, Frankie snorted. He took in her naked form as her hands came up to cup her bare breasts. He rolled his hips and she gasped as she could feel his hardening cock under her. 

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Alright next chapter is gonna get steamy with some smut. OR IS IT?! Stay tuned for the next installment. Hope you all are enjoying this, and who is the mysterious voice. Is it her ex or some sick prank someone is playing.

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The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter Three)

Summary: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and went to space. You end up being injured during battle but Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Chapter Summary: Summary: You tell your teammates about your plans and proceed to find a place to begin your search for Loki

Wordcount: 2.0+K

A/N: Hiii, I finally got out of writers block and was able to write something, Im not very proud of this chapter but I dont want to stop writing it oop, tell me what you think!! I also want to organise my account and make a masterlist but im not sure when will i do that oop, anyways, Enjoy reading this!!

Morning came and you slowly walked towards the kitchen shared in the tower, everyone was here, except Thor. You sigh quietly, remembering yesterdays conversation you had with him. Everyone was busy with their own breakfast and coffee, Tony was reading his notepad, Natasha was making pancakes, Wanda was helping Steve wash the dishes.

“Good morning, y/n!” Bucky smiled softly & you smiled back to him before sitting down on the chair next to him, playing with the hem of your hoodie. You knew you had to say it, you just didn’t know how, Hey, guys I’ve decided to leave the compound cause I will be looking for Loki cause he’s not dead!! As if thats easy to say.

You run a hand through your hair as you noticed that everyone stopped whatever they were doing and was looking at you, that was when you realised that you had said those words out loud.

“I’m sorry, what??” Tony said. 

“What do you mean what?” You sit back on the chair and cross your arms. Even if you didn’t mean to say it out loud, that doesn’t mean you weren’t not going to do it.

“y/n. I thought we talked about this?” Wanda chimes in. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Talked about this?!” Tony starts, his voice going an octave higher in the end. “When did this happen?!” He looks at you waving his hands around, emphasising this and you shrug. “Last night.” You look up at him and continue. “I found a journal between my books and the more I read into the english words the more I realised that Loki not…” You shrug again. “You know..” 

 “Wait, english words?” He sits down in the chair in front of you and crosses his arm on top of the table. “So, you’re telling me? Dead reindeer games had a journal full of different languages for you to find him?” You shut your eyes at the new nickname he has for Loki, sure Tony always disliked Loki, wether it was because of New York, which was years ago, or just because he was always messing around with Tony. Well, Loki never cared about being on Tonys good side and that always bothered him, but for him to just simply mention Loki with the word dead in the same sentence, it caused your heart to ache. 

 “He is not dead!” You got out of your chair and looked down at Tony before sighing and running a hand through your hair. “Look, all I’m asking for is a little bit of help, we have nothing else to do now that Thanos is gone.” Everyone in the kitchen was looking at you both, it was getting quite and you looked at everyone while they avoided your eyes, you chuckle softly and nod before walking out of the kitchen and back to your room. 

How could they refuse to help you when all you ever done to them was nothing but help them, you grabbed your bags not bothering to change your pyjamas and wore your shoes when you heard a knock on the door, you ignored it and kept grabbing any necessity you might need in the future. 

“Let me see the journal.” It was Tony, you shook your head and went into the closet pretending to pack but only to hide the fact that you were tearing up.

He sighs “Y/n, I’m sorry for the way I reacted in the kitchen, you know that I am just looking out for you and I don't want you to be in denial, I know that you’re hurt-“

You walked out of the closet and handed him the journal. “Here, go ahead, tell me I’m going crazy.” Your voice broke and tears keeping piling in your eyes. He looked at you and frowned before pulling you into a tight hug. You barely had the energy to hug him back but your body kept shaking with the sobs that you have been trying to hold inside of you. He kept repeating how sorry he was for how he reacted but it didn’t matter, it did not change the fact that he might be right. 

You stood there for a few minutes before pulling away and turning around to wipe your tears, he gave you the privacy that you needed while looking through the journal. You heard him sigh. “Y/n, I’m sorry but- none of this make any sense, not even the english. He was just messing with you,”  was…You turn around and look at him, anger flashes through your eyes for quick second. 

“He is.” You say before taking the book from him and putting it in your bag. 

“Look, Tony, thank you for somewhat trying” You sniff and zip the bag closed. “But I’m starting to feel like I have to do this on my own.” You sigh loudly and look up at him, biting your lips to stop yourself from crying. He frowns and nod slightly. “I really am sorry.” He says quietly while watching you carry your bags. He wants to stop you from leaving, “Give yourself time to heal, at least, maybe we can watch a movie? Take the week off? Like you said, we have nothing to do now that Thanos is gone.” He chuckles, tying to lighten up the mood. He still believes that Loki is really gone and he doesn’t want to see you drown in a make-believe world where Loki isn’t actually gone. You continue to ignore him as you zip the rest of the bags and he sighs.

“Look-“ He looks at your bags and then back at you. “Where will you go?” He says as he grab one of your bags for you, If he can’t give you the information that you are looking for, he will at least try to show you the he wants to be there for you. 

“Some apartment.” A short answer. He nods again, you want to tell him where but then that will mean he or anyone from the team will slow you down or try to bring you back to the tower. 

“Do you need a car?” You shake your head and walk towards the elevator, Natasha sees you and notices the bag, she gets up to protest but Tony stops her with a raise of his hand before pressing on the elevators button, when the elevator arrives you take the bag from him and get inside. You smile softly at him before looking behind him to find Natasha and Sam and smile again, tears start gathering in your eyes again and you look back at Tony before the elevator door closes and thank him. 

You can hear Natasha yelling at Tony the second the door completely shut and her voice slowly fades away as the elevator descends to the ground floor. 

You are thankful that Tony did not press for more information and that he did not ask you to stay, you know the rest of the team are going to go against him for letting you leave so easily, but that did not matter to you, the only person that ever truly mattered to you was Loki. I mean, you loved every single person on the team with you, but Loki is different, it always has been, since the beginning. 

“Lady y/n!” You saw Thor practically running toward you while carrying his brother. You dropped the file of the patient in front of you and ran towards him while the other nurses pushed a hospital bed towards Thor and his unconscious brother. “What happened?” You said as you helped him lay Loki on the bed. You checked his pressure and started inspecting his body for any injury. 

The past couple of months since your first encounter with Loki, you learnt that Odins punishment for what he did to New York was to live in New York and do good to equal the bad he had done in the past. You also grew closer, your night shifts in the Med-bay also grew more interesting with Loki there to entertain you, you two would talk forever, but would also sit in silence forever, there was this invisible sheet of comfort around you two no matter what the situation was. With each passing day, your feelings towards him grew stronger. So, seeing him unconscious on the hospital bed worried you. 

“We were practising in the training room and I might have attacked him too hard” Thor said as he looked down at Loki. “So I knew I had to get help.” He continued as a smile slowly grew on his face, he might have noticed the bewildered look on your face because he chuckled and patted Loki on the chest before leaving. You shook your head with confusion and grabbed the oxygen mask, so focused on your craft, you didn’t see Loki opening his eyes and grabbing your wrist. “Jeez!” You yelped and pulled your wrist from his grip. 

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” You looked down at him, he smirked at you before opening his mouth. “Well he did get help.” He chuckled and sat up. 

“Get help?! What game are you playing?” You looked at him with furrowed brows. He chuckled again, which only added more to your confusion. He noticed and grabbed the oxygen mask from your hands and crossed his legs. 

“Well, he kept asking me questions about us and felt the need to help us by getting me to do get help with him. I didn’t mean to cause any distractions” He looked around the med-bay then back at you. 

“Were you worried about me?” He smirked this time. Your eyes widen slightly and you grabbed the mask from his hands to put it back where it was, giggling nervously. “Of course I was worried, Loks”

Everything he just said kept repeating in your head and causing more confusion. 

“What is going, Loki? What do you mean by us? There is no us.” You say as you start tidying up the area around you to distract you from whatever joke he is about to say. 

“That is what I told him, he knows how I feel about mortals” He chuckled and jumped off the bed and walked towards you.

Right, you’re a mortal, how could you forget? He is a literal god, your feelings towards him will never change the fact that he only sees you as a ‘mortal’. Distracted by your own thoughts you didn’t see him standing behind you, waiting for you to notice, you swallow hard and turn around to face him.

There was a look on his face, like he knew something you didn’t. That look always captivated you, making you want to know more about him. 

“But…” He looked down at you and messed with the buttons on your lab coat.

“But…?” You repeated his word back to him, earning a chuckle from him.

“But you’re not that kind of mortal to me, your soul is no mortal, your eyes have seen more from this world and your spirit speaks to me like it has been here longer than you have. When I speak of your kind, I don’t think of you like I think of them.” He smiled.

“Loki, I’m- I don’t understand-“

“You foolish mortal, I wish that you could understand what you do to me. I wish you could see how everyone thinks that there is an ‘us’” He whispered to you and slowly leaned his forehead against yours. 

“But I thought-“ 

“You thought, wrong.” His eyes flickered down to your lips and that was when you understood what he meant by ‘get help’, you took his quick glances at your lips as a hint and kissed him. And ever since that day, you two have become more inseparable.

Distracted by your own memories, your feet lead you to where you are now, standing in front of a wooden door. You take a deep breath and knock on it. you wait a couple more seconds and the door opened.

“Y/n L/n.” He said as he smiled gently to you.

“Hello, Strange” You smile back to him as he moved aside to let you in. 

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In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take  care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

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It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning. 

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Growing Pains. Part 1a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Sequel to Hiding. Set appropriately six years after the end of that fic.

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It was Christmas morning in the Fairhead household but it wasn't just any Christmas - today was special for another reason. Christmas meant it was also the twins' birthday. It was a special birthday for the girls, they’d finally hit the age of thirteen.

Despite now being teenagers they still got up at the crack of dawn, running upstairs and banging on their parents' bedroom door.

"Mum! Dad! Wake up!"

“Urgh!” Charlie groaned loudly as he rolled over and cuddled Duffy’s naked body, “Girls! Its... 6am!”

"But it's our birthday!" Tilly replied excitedly.

“I know but your mum’s nice, warm and naked.”

“Urgh, Dad that’s gross!” Lottie replied, pulling a face.

"Charlie!" Duffy gasped.

“We’re gonna go back to our room, we’ll give you ten minutes to finish whatever you’re doing.” Tilly and Lottie went back to their room.

"They'll be very disappointed to know that I'm just going to go back to sleep!" Duffy chuckled, fluffing her pillow.

Charlie's hands roamed her body, “Just sleep?”

"I was up late last night helping Santa unload his sack." She giggled before stretching like a cat.

“And not just the one on his back either, I seem to recall.” He smirked, his hands cupping her breasts. “Five minute quickie?”

"Oh you're such a romantic!" She giggled as she rolled onto her back.

He moved over the top of her and was about to enter her when the door handle began to rattle. “Mummy!” It was Paul.

"That lock was the best idea we ever had!" Duffy chuckled as she moved to get up. She grabbed her nighty from the floor and threw it on before going to see what Paul wanted. "Morning sunshine!" She smiled at the six year old.

“Certainly was.” Charlie began to get changed, throwing on some pyjama bottoms and his dressing gown.

Paul smiled at his mum, “Santa been?”

"He has, shall we see what he got you?" She asked, taking her dressing gown from the hook behind the door.

“Lots of toys.” Paul replied with a giggle.

"Just what we need - more toys!" Duffy chuckled.

“More toys!” Paul grinned and dived towards the stairs. “Everyone awake!! Everyone up!!” He began to shout.

"Paul! Shush!" Duffy urged but it was too late. The twins and Oli came bounding out to join them.

“It’s our birthday!” The girls loudly declared.

"Now you're both the same age as me again." Emily grumbled sleepily as she joined them all on the landing.

“Cheer up Em! Won’t be for long.” They playfully nudged each side of their sister.

"Where are Jake and Louis?" Oli asked, noticing that his big brothers hadn't joined them.

“Here.” They both grumbled as they came out of their rooms, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

“It’s far too early!” Louis complained.

"Its alright for Peter, I bet he's still asleep in his flat right now." Jake grumbled.

“Doing god knows what with girls!” Louis laughed loudly.

"Boys!" Duffy chided.

“Sorry.” Louis replied with a smile.

"Peter will be joining us for lunch later. Alone as far as I'm aware." Duffy replied pointedly.

Charlie knew Peter was seeing someone, well several girls in fact. He’d heard the rumours.

Whilst at uni Peter had thrown himself headfirst into the social aspects of life away from home. Despite this he had still graduated well and was now working full time.

And Charlie couldn’t have been prouder of the fact he’d graduated in Chemical Engineering and was doing a job he loved. “Come on then rugrats, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought.”

The lounge was full with stacks of presents each wrapped in a different colour of paper with a name tag on the top to indicate the recipient.

“Santa did good.” Charlie replied as he lent against the door.

"He did very good indeed." Duffy winked.

Charlie kissed Duffy’s cheek as they moved to sit on the sofa and watched the children fight for the presents.

What had taken hours to buy, wrap and stack descended into chaos in a matter of minutes!

The girls whistled, causing everyone to stop arguing.

Jake stared in amazement at his youngest sisters. Who knew they could whistle that loud?!

“Can we dismantle this pile a lot quieter?” Tilly asked.

"Since when did you not like noise?" Emily asked, her eyebrow raised in perfect imitation of her mother.

“When it gives me a headache.” Tilly answered back. Only for Emily to roll her eyes, once again in Perfect imitation of her mother and response with a mutter, “God thats got to be a first.”

"Emily be nice." Duffy smiled, shaking her head indulgently at Tilly.

Emily pouted. “Ok mama.”

Reaching behind the sofa Duffy then handed a wrapped package to Charlie. "Merry Christmas handsome."

Charlie smiled as he took hold of the present, “I may have forgot to buy you one.” He teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to watch the children, pretending to be in a huff.

The children couldn’t stay in a huff for long and soon it was all forgotten about as they opened their presents. Charlie took the wrapping paper off his present.

"I hope you like it. I wasn't really sure what to get you."

“I’ve got everything I ever need.” He smiled brightly.

"Your legendary charm won't save you if you really haven't gotten me a present!" Duffy giggled.

“Of course I’ve brought you a present. Would I not?” He kissed her cheek.

"Where is it then?" She pouted playfully.

He whispered something rude into her ear that caused them both to laugh.

"You wouldn't?" She giggled.

“Is that a challenge, Mrs Fairhead?”

"Sounds like one to me!"

He smirked. “You’re on.”

"Oh I'm looking forward to this!"

He chuckled softly.

A little while later the Christmas presents were all unwrapped and the twins were begging to open their birthday presents.

“Go on then, knock yourselves out kiddos.”

"Woohoo!" Tilly and Lottie yelled with excitement.

The girls began to open their birthday presents. There was a series of delighted shrieks and giggles as the girls tore open their birthday presents.

“Yes! Mum, dad, thank you so much!”

"We got the right thing then?" Duffy asked with a smile.

“Yes!”

"Phew! I nearly sent your dad to get it but decided better of it." Duffy giggled.

“Dad would’ve got the wrong one.”

"More than likely." Duffy teased, nudging her husband playfully.

“Well, that’s just rude.” Charlie answered and pouted.

Seeing his dad's face Oli ran over and gave him a cuddle.

Charlie picked up his son and hugged him tightly, “Love you.” He said quietly.

"You're the best daddy!" Oli grinned.

Charlie's heart wanted to burst. “I’m glad you think so, little man.”

"Santa got me a remote control car daddy!" Oli continued excitedly.

“Did he?” Charlie grinned, “How did he know you wanted one of those?”

"I wrote it in my letter!" Oli replied giggling.

“The letter you sent to Santa?”

"Yeh! You were there when I wrote it daddy!"

"Funny that!" Louis smirked.

“Was I? I don’t remember you writing a letter to Santa.”

"Daddy you're so silly!"

Charlie began to tickle Oli gently.

As always it took longer to tidy up the mess made my unwrapping the presents than it did to unwrap them in the first place.

As he looked around the living room at every single child, bar Peter, Charlie found himself feeling emotional. He was so lucky to have such a wonderful family!

Though they often fought and teased each other it was clear that kids loved each other deep down. All the children, even Louis, had grown closer the older they’d got.

Leaving the children to play with their presents Duffy headed into the kitchen to make a start on lunch.

Charlie crept in the kitchen behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hello again, gorgeous.”

"Have you come to help or distract me?" She giggled.

“Let me think.” His tongue ran against her earlobe, “Distract. Definitely distract.”

"Lucky I've gotten used to your distraction methods isn't it?"

“Well after x amount of years, I’d like to think so.”

"I'm not even going to dignify that by giving you the right number!" She shook her head indulgently at him before leaning back into his embrace as his hands started to wander.

“Twenty six years officially, isn’t it?” His hands moved towards her breasts.

"That's how long we've known each other yes."

“And you’re still just as sexy.”

"Do we need your eyes testing again?" She teased.

“No.” He cupped her breasts, “You are so sexy! You haven’t changed.”

"Hmm, I'll just have to take your word for that." She smiled as she arched her back slightly into his touch.

“Yes you will.” His hands moved from her breasts and slightly undid her dressing gown, his hands going under her nightie. “Would appear Charlie Jr still finds you incredibly gorgeous too.”

She wiggled her bottom against him. "He does indeed."

He groaned feeling her bottom wriggle. “I’d bend you over this counter and screw you right here.” He whispered in her ear.

"I'm not sure the kids would appreciate that!" She laughed.

“Probably not.”

"Shame coz I like the idea very much." She mused, grinning.

“We could always sneak off for ten minutes."

"You are a bad man..!" She purred.

“And you, Mrs Fairhead, are a bad, bad woman.”

"You wouldn't want me any other way."

“No. That’s true.”

Despite Charlie's best efforts to distract her Duffy managed to eventually get the dinner prepared and cooking.

Everyone had just about finished getting washed and dressed when Peter arrived to join them late in the morning.

Emily opened the door, “Thought I could smell you.” She said to Peter.

"And its lovely to see you too Emmy!"

She hugged her brother, “Nice to see you! You look well. Got a girlfriend yet?” She laughed as she began to move into the hall.

"Who are you? Mum?" Peter teased.

“Narr, not that old.” Emily laughed.

"Excuse me young lady?! What was that?" Duffy remarked as she entered the hallway. "Peter!" She grinned, pulling her eldest son into a hug.

[kissmymongoose]

Starting to crave that spring weather. The cool crisp mornings, and the bright warm days.

I have a few collards in the garden, and i have some lettuces and swiss chard. My lavander is still going and the oregano is doing awesome. I even have a few parsley plants that have made it through. Im ready to see my fruit trees return to life and start growing. I have really high hopes for the hog plums. For a lot of people they are an inferior plant, but i grew up eating these early in the morning while we worked in the garden, and late in the afternoon after a long day and a quick dip in the creek. Hog plums are a big part of my childhood and I really love the different tastes you can find close together. Theres always a cluster of trees and theres usually around 3 different varieties just in that one cluster! It reminds me of how simple and beautiful nature really is. Getting excited for gardening and the sun!

As for now I'm dealing with a crappy cold, little man has it too, and i hate it. Ive had mine for more than 2 weeks so I probably need to take antibiotics. Im hoping it will resolve itself soon, its definitely not as bad as it has been.

Im back into my cleaning and organizing mood too, ive gotten a bit of decluttering done in the kitchen and in my bedroom. Ive been tidying the bedrooms, bathroom, hallway, and kitchen every day, and im gonna add the living room in very soon and my house will look nice a lot more often. It seems like at least one room is gonna be messy by the end of the day that i couldnt keep up with. It sucks cause im trying hard and my freaking arthritis is acting up. My psoriasis is fucking awful in general right now! Thats another reason im so ready for the sun. My back and hips have been hurting like crazy, my ankle has been mysteriously injured lately! I literally woke up the other day with a tender ankle and bruising. Ever since then its hurt to put weight on it! And if i step wrong, my whole leg tries to give out!!!!! Wtf. 😠 I didnt drink or anything when it happened so i have no clue what I could have done to it. 😔

The universe is putting up a fight, but im strong enough.

Ive been kicking some butt on gears and im really enjoying the gnashers only koth. I got a brand new controller yesterday thanks to D 😁. And it is beautiful! Im so excited! Aaaaaannnddd its all mine, the kids have their own and now my buttons wont get jello and cotton candy in them! And my B button isnt stuck, its soooo fresh! No more failed melees and executions!

Well, I guess im done rambling for now.

[wongpuppy]

LONELY II, jung jaehyun

↳ Rating angst + fluff

↳ Pairing idol!Jaehyun x Y/N

↳ Word count  3.5k [ part I + part II ]

↳ Summary idol!Jaehyun needs a drink and you were more than he could’ve ever asked for in a random bar

Jaehyun: let me know when youre down! @4:26pm

Y/n: hey i just parked across the street!! @4:34pm

Jaehyun: great :) ill be down in a sec @4:35pm

You leave your car and gulp nervously. Its been almost two weeks since Jaehyun stumbled into your bar but a couple days since the two of you last hung out.

Your stomach fills up with butterflies at the thought.

The two of you texted everyday, as much as you could (Jaehyun even getting into the bad habit of sleeping much later due to your insomnia) and hung out twice.

The first time was innocent and cute, at a hidden spot in the park. Jaehyun brought a couple of sandwiches and you brought a few blankets and the both of you had a picnic a little after 4pm. It was really cute, especially watching Jaehyun’s ears redden whenever you gushed about his idea to do the picnic and how he remembered and brought your favorite strawberry milk.

The two of you chatted like old friends, talking about pretty much everything you didn’t cover in the bar or through the phone. You talked a lot about the both of your childhoods, and you could hear the love he had for his parents all the way from the moon. It made your teeth stay clamped down on your bottom lip, failing to stop a huge smile.

The second time, however, was almost completely different. It was around 9pm when Jaehyun texted you asking if you were doing anything. ‘Just made dinner and gonna watch a movie why?’ You replied. You take a sharp inhale when his reply comes a second later asking if he could join.

⇝⇝⇝

You had just moved in and even if it was a newly renovated and you actually loved it, the studio apartment was just tiny. The large room was tall and cut into two levels, the first floor overlooking the bottom. The studios first floor squeezed in a laundry room, guest bathroom, and a kitchen which led downstairs to where your bed, bathroom, and makeshift living room was.

You shake off the blush that threatens to bloom when you type out ‘yeah of course’. You quickly type your address and hit send before you could chicken out. You put your phone down and audibly squeal, dancing to yourself. 

In the speed of light, you dash around your apartment and tidy up, picking up random misplaced items. Fluffing up the pillows on the couch and setting a blanket on one of the couches side arm, you couldn’t help but be nervous about having Jaehyun in your apartment. 

In a little over a week, the both of you kicked it off and immediately, you knew you had an enormous crush on the guy. With the constant texting, the picnic, and even ‘good morning love :)’ and ‘hope you get enough sleep tonight’ texts, it all really got to your head and well, your heart. But being in your apartment alone with him was a step towards something foreign, and even if the two of you met in the bar alone, being in your apartment was more, well, intimate. 

You were thankful that the Mongolian beef you made was actually a meal for two, putting it in a big bowl along with a separate bowl for rice and two plates.

 You jump when you hear a knock on the door.

“Hey Y/N.” You pull open the door and catch yourself from sighing dreamily when Jaehyun stands in your doorway with a dimpled smile and hands in his pockets. “Thanks for letting me come over kind of late, practice ended and I didn’t have anything to do.”

You step aside to let him in and blush lightly when he walks in and looks around. “Its no problem, I made a lot of food and I didn’t think I could finish it all myself.”

“It smells really good so I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.” Jaehyun throws you a toothy grin that makes your heart flip. “Your apartments very cozy, I like it.”

You catch the way his eyes look around the space more, almost admiring it. You grin and pull out chopsticks and a massive spoon for the rice. “Thank you, you should see it in the daytime. That wall has a huge window and the view is pretty nice.”

Jaehyun looks towards the wall of your apartment that had curtains drawn together. He smiles back at you. “I’ve always wanted my own apartment.” His eyes scan the kitchen island and nods at the bowls and plates. “Is that the food? Here, I’ll get that for you.”

He goes for the massive bowl of Mongolian beef and the plates before you can stop him. You thank the gods your mom wasn’t here, knowing your guest was carrying their own dinner in your house. 

“You’re my guest, Jaehyun, I can grab that. There’s a couch next to my bed downstairs, I already set up the Breakfast Club on the TV.” You reach out to take the bowl from his hands to which he tsk’s and walks towards the stairs.

“If I don’t help, it’ll take you two trips to get everything down and I’m a naturally nice guy, Y/N.” He turns to wink at you before walking down. “And how did you know I loved Breakfast Club?”

You take the bowl of rice and laugh, following him down. “I haven’t met a person that doesn’t like the Breakfast Club. And you’re probably the nicest guy I’ve met.”

“Thank you, love.” Jaehyun sets the tableware on the coffee table in front of the couch. “But I’m probably not, I’m very blunt and straightforward. And you should meet my friend Yuta, absolutely hates the movie for some reason.”

You cover up your fire engine red cheeks with laughter, setting the rice on the table. Jaehyun calling you love repeats on your mind over and over, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

You sit down and watch him take a plate and place heaping spoons of rice on a plate. You reach for the other plate and Jaehyun shakes his head. “I’ll do that, you just play the movie.”

Your movements stutter, never having someone else make your plate for you other than your parents. You always saw it as a sign of care, of love. He places the full plate in front of you and goes to make his plate, filling it up just as much as he did for you. You couldn’t help but feel a spread of warmth flow across your chest when you thank him and take the plate while he was still filling up his own. 

You felt so comfortable in that moment, with Jaehyun and you watching a movie in your apartment, it all felt too natural. And he looked so good and comfortable too, dressed in a gray Adidas hoodie and dark gray tight fitting sweats. It was like he invented the word boyfriend material. 

Playing the movie, the two of you ate in silence after Jaehyun’s groan when he first tries your food. “This is so good, thank you, Y/N. I needed this.”

Theres chuckles and imitating scenes from the movie, empty plates, and stomachs full. You’re laughing with your head thrown back at something Jaehyun says, unaware that he’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You wipe a fake tear off the corner of your eye and Jaehyun beams at you.

And then it happens.

“You have something on the corner of your lip, here,” he extends his hand and reaches for your right cheek, cupping it before wiping the corner of your lip. “Let me get that for you.”

Never in your life would you have thought to find yourself in a situation as unique as this. A beautiful, gorgeous man in your living room holding your cheek. And his smile with the dimples looked so dreamy you could hear angels sigh.

You were shook from the inside out, frozen in front of him with crazy cherry red cheeks. You couldn’t help but stare at every inch of his face; feeling your heart beating so fast you thought it could rip through your chest at any point.

He looks at you with eyes slightly wide and with a nervous grin, he pulls his hand away and looks away with equally red ears. “Oh, I love this scene!”

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch but your cheeks might have been permanently red for the rest of it.

Three days later and he hasn’t mentioned anything about it. He was just acting as if nothing ever happened. So, you decide to do the same even though something between the two of you most definitely changed ever since it happened. 

This morning was like any other, made coffee and a yogurt and oatmeal, before getting ready to go to class. That was until your phone buzzed.

Jaehyun and you already talked once you woke up and he was supposed to be in the studio so when you saw his name flashed through your phone, you were a little confused.

Jaehyun: you have classes right? @8:43am

Y/N: yeah im leaving for them in 10 why? @8:45am

Jaehyun: when do you finish? I was hoping you were free to come over and meet some of the guys :) @8:46am

You could feel your heart pick up it’s pace. Jaehyun always talked about the guys, well the rest of the NCT members, like family. So it was okay for you to be feeling nervous.

Y/N: yeah sure! I finish at 12 :) @8:48am

Jaehyun: cool beans :) we’re finishing early so you can come anytime after 4 and its the same building you dropped me off the first time we met @8:50am

You grin like a crazy person at your phone. You giggle and couldn’t help but type and send ‘so romantic’.

Jaehyun: im just a naturally romantic guy Y/N @8:52am

⇝⇝⇝

Thats where you were mentally, but physically, you were walking up the stairs to the front of Jaehyun’s and the whole of NCT’s members apartments. Your knees wobble for a second at the thought of it. You couldn’t help but wonder what this meant, being a person who knows where they live and all the details about their lives. Did Jaehyun really trust you this much?

Before you reach the last step, the front glass doors open and Jaehyun walks into the bright, sunny light. You want to stop walking and awe at the sight, Jaehyun’s beaming smile competing with the sun. He looked magical in the sun and it felt like adrenaline was coursing through your veins looking at him. 

“Hey Y/N,” Jaehyun looks you up and down discreetly and you blush profusely. “You look great.”

“Jaehyun, always the gentleman.” You walk up to him and smile when he turns and holds his hand out for you to walk in front of him. He puts a cheeky hand to the small of your back.

“Gentleman’s my nickname, after all.” He nods at the guards behind the desk and they give the both of you a kind smile. He lowers his voice and gets close to you. “You can ask them if you want.”

You giggle and shake your head at him after. “You’re pretty lame, Jae.”

“I didn’t hear the third word in that so thank you, Y/N, you’re much prettier than I am.” He presses the 12 floor button in the elevator.

You blush and nudge him once the doors shut. “Any last tips about your friends? I don’t want them to hate me.”

Jaehyun feels his heart flutter looking at you right now with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He reaches out to pinch your cheek lightly. “I can assure you none of them will hate you. You’re too cute to have haters, Y/N, don’t worry about it.”

You laugh loudly and lean against the elevator railing. “You’re in a very good mood today, aren’t you.”

He just shrugs and continues to smile at you. “I guess you can say so, I did really well in the studio today.”

You straighten up a little. “I don’t ask you enough about that, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry about it.” He holds up a hand and tucks a hair behind your ear. “I don’t mind, its nice being able to talk about something other than kpop sometimes.”

You feel your cheeks flare up as the elevator doors open to a small walkway and a door. Jaehyun leads you through and reaches into his pockets. “Shit.” He pulls out his phone and meekly smiles at you. “I forgot my keys, I’m gonna have to text one of the guys. Just one second sorry-“

“Hyung, I was wondering what was taking all this time.” The door opens wide to a boy a little shorter than you with deep golden skin and dark red hair. He holds his hand out to you with a grin. “Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“My lovely roommate,” Jaehyun narrows his eyes on the boy for a second before looking back at you with a smile. “Donghyuck.”

You feel your cheeks redden slightly when you shake hands with him. “I hope only good things.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Donghyuck holds onto your hand with both of his. “The guy doesn’t shut u-“

“Okay! This way, Y/N, lets get out of the doorway? Yeah?” Jaehyun lightly nudges you inside and you can hear him hit Donghyucks shoulder. “Lets introduce you to Johnny and Doyoung.”

With that, he takes a hold of your hand and tugs you along the halls and towards a set of doors. The warmth from his hand soothing against your usual cold ones. He knocks on the second door from the right.

“I think we’re the only ones here, everyone else is either at the studio or practice rooms.”

Jaehyun lets go of your hand right when the door opens, showcasing a boy with sharp features. Jaehyun lays a hand on his shoulder and waves at the other guy on the top bunk. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Doyoung and on the bed is Johnny.”

“Its nice to meet you.” Doyoung smiles at you and you smile back, appreciating his gummy smile. 

“Very nice to meet you, Y/N.” Johnny quickly jumps off the bed and runs a hand through his hair with a charming grin. “Johnny Seo.” 

“Y/F/N, nice to meet the both of you too.” You catch Jaehyun’s eyes and blush a little. “Jaehyun talks a lot about all of you.” 

“Oh, shit, really?” Donghyuck comes up from behind you with a raised eyebrow. Johnny reaches over and flicks his forehead. 

“No cursing under my roof.” 

“Oh, beep, really?” The younger boy repeats with an audible censoring. You laugh and nod a little. 

“Some of you have reasons to fear but I will not name names.” You crack your knuckles and sightly pat your own back, mentally. 

You were pushing your boundaries, something Jaehyun inspired out of you. When he told you about his stage and performance fright in the beginning of NCT and how he overcome it, you wanted to be able to do something like that. And Jaehyun encouraged you. 

Jaehyun puts a gentle hand on your back for a few seconds and gives you a great, big smile. 

Donghyuck on the other hand groans loudly in the background, complaining about how Hyung ‘always ruins his first impressions’. You quickly became closer to the three boys Jaehyun introduced you to, picking up on why Jaehyun loved them so much. 

And thats how the rest of the night went, until it was 10:43pm and just Donghyuck and you in the large living room. 

“With all serious, I’m glad I met you, you seem like a pretty nice person and you mean a lot to Jae.” You awe slightly at the younger boy with a small, shy smile. “You’ve helped Hyung a lot, he was in such a bad place around the time he went to your bar, I’m glad he bumped into you. He hasn’t been like that since.”

“Thank you, Hyuck.” You said in a quiet voice. But in your head, you really didn’t know what to come from what Donghyuck was telling you. He excuses himself after the both of you hear Jaehyun call him to the kitchen with him. 

In the living rooms quiet expanse, you can’t help but mull over Donghyuck’s words. 

You realize that in the two weeks since Jaehyun and you met, he’s never brought up being lonely except the night you met. And according to the guys, Jaehyun was going through a phase where he just wanted to be alone-felt like he should be alone. But up until two weeks ago, Jaehyun hung around the guys more and even when they had their girlfriends over. 

“Sorry that took so long, I just never made this before.” 

You turn to the sound of Jaehyun’s voice and for a moment, all your thoughts flash away and you’re back to being caught up in the real beauty of this guy. He has a shy smile with the left dimple sticking out more than his right, and when he talks, he subconsciously bites his lips in nervousness. 

He holds out two plates with two lava cakes on either one and a good amount of ice cream. You gush at the sight. “You remembered I liked lava cakes?” 

“Of course.” Jaehyun says as if it was nothing big. He sets the tray carrying it all on the coffee table. “But first, I kind of want to talk about something if thats okay with you.”

You immediately feel nervous, who doesn’t when they hear a sentence like that? You ignore the way you get goosebumps close to where Jaehyun sits next to you. “Yeah, sure, what’s up?” 

He turns to you and you can see him visibly swallow. He plays with the ends of his frayed hoodie. “I like you, Y/N. I realized a few days ago that I really do have feelings for you and they weren’t going to go.” 

You look at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to do this, now. As much as you felt your heart soar and the need for your arms to take him for a deep embrace; you had questions and you weren’t going to let yourself get into something without knowing all the factors. 

“I like you, too, Jaehyun. Like, like you. But,” you sigh and look anywhere but his eyes, “I don’t think you like me the same way I do.” 

He looks perplexed. His eyebrows are slightly pulled and his small fades as time went on. “What do you mean? I like, like you, too, Y/N. I wouldn’t call it love, now, but I have no doubt that I will if we keep talking-” 

“No, Jaehyun, I mean...” You reach for his hands and finally look into his eyes. “Do you have feelings for me or, well, theres no nice way to ask this. Is this just because the guys have girlfriends and you don’t?”

Ouch. You knew that came out a little more rough and harsh than you intended. So you mutter a curse and when you’re about to apologize, Jaehyun shakes his head and gives you an understanding smile.

“The first option, Y/N. When we first met, I was in a dark place, mentally. At the bar and when you dropped me off it was kind of like something sparked in me. I realized that I didn’t have to let that loneliness dictate my life, you know? The guys are still the guys whether or not their girlfriends were there and I wasn’t going to be lonely forever. So I stopped isolating myself, stopped drinking, hung out with the guys more. And I’ve never felt better. What I’m trying to say is, Y/N, you make me want to become a better person. You’ve helped me so much and you don’t even know it.” Jaehyun lightly facepalms himself and gives you an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, I need to stop rambl-“

And there, you took a leap. You took a massive leap and leaned over and kissed him. You never thought of yourself as a risk taker per se, but hearing the passion in his voice really did something to you.

His lips were soft and shocked frozen at first when your lips got into contact but then Jaehyun snaps out of it and closes his eyes and wow. His free hand reaches up to your cheek and whilst the other one is held tightly by both of yours.

It felt right, magical, intoxicating. Just like the movies described it.

One kiss turns to two, then three before Jaehyun pulls back slightly with a wide grin and low eyes. “Does this mean we’re dating?”

“Only if you want it to, too.”

“Of course I do, silly.” He gives you a too-quick kiss and you resist the urge to pull him back in. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Jae.” You reach your hands up to hold both of his cheeks. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

[haengbokjae-blog]

fae/fairy jae au

genre: fluff!!!

word count: 2501

A/N: fae is really the same thing as a fairy, its just the common male term for fairy!!!

lets pretend this Doesnt Suck ok? ok ty (and if im completely honest,, the part of the fairytale is a True Story from my childhood,, my dad always told me ab it so i thought it was kinda sweet ok anywayshifg)

this is heavily inspired by @/chenle ‘s demon!jae au, you really should check it. its so beyond precious!!

(this gif is literally so perfect for this .. just wait uwu)

so yknow youre just a Soft Soul

you like to take time away from all the stress of your busy life

after coming home from your classes and taking care of homework or tidying up or making dinner

bc yknow a gal’s gotta eat

sometimes u just like to go outside in your garden

(its french style,, really lovely tbh)

and relax.. Listen to music, play music

bask in the summer sun and feel the breeze in your hair

just girly things yk

imsosorry

anywa y s .. ,,,. .

you would also bring your violin out every once and a while if the neighbors weren’t home, or even if they were, the complaints were sparing because

Lets face it

youve been playing since you were seven years old.. You’ve just turned twenty now..

you’re good

uhh yeah. Hehe xd ok so

since you were a child, your dad always liked to indulge you in these beautiful fantasies, letting your pure mind take you away to something better than reality

you felt like magic was real for so long..

he told you, that everytime you laugh and smile, a fairy was born.

they were all around you, and if you listen closely, you would hear them giggle along with you :’)

of course now, you don’t believe it,, wh- pssh thats nonsense

tbh your heart just wished these things were real, that the make believe could become reality just for a day

things would be so simple, so beautiful, you could be a princess like your dad always said you were, and you could live a pretty life with the birds and fairies and and and

after a particularly stressful day, you returned from class to the house you owned by yourself near campus (for convenience yk) and just decided it was a day that you needed to take time for yourself

so , like a sensible human being, you put on the prettiest white sundress you had, you let your hair that was once tied up fall gently against your back, you poured yourself a glass of champagne (with basically more fruit juice than champagne bc bitter alcohol isnt cute)

and brought out your violin along with a little bowl of fruit and sighed before letting it all go once your bow hit the strings

you decided to play one of your favorite pieces, Introduction and Rondo capriccioso in A Minor, Op. 28

you only got a minute in before your neck started to hurt, you dropped your right arm and put your violin in your lap before sighing, giggling a bit, and taking a quick sip of your little champagne concoction

because damn it just felt nice to let go and play after not having been able to in such a long time

but before you could rest your violin under your chin again, you heard

a Boy

and …. is that a giggle?

s-shit thats precious..

WAIT

you look around, knowing you dont have anyone living near you thats near your age

its literally all old folk okay-

and right near the peonies, is this little mist

b-but your sprinklers arent on..

the mist starts to rise and suddenly, theres glitter in the mist

i-its pink… uwu ?

and once the mist clears, out steps a boy

a really cute boy

a very tall boy

“why’d you stop? it sounds so beautiful…”

your brain : w-wUAaAAAAaAA

you:

he’s… a fairy????

the tall boy blinks once before revealing the brightest, most beautiful smile

he walks over and sits himself down next to you in the plush grass, a pair of iridescent wings slowly moving and fluttering like a butterfly’s, and pops a blueberry from your bowl of fruit into his mouth

you’re literally sitting there…. Dumbfounded

did a fairy literally just pop up because you were laughing

dAD WAS RIGHT

“a-are you a…       f-fairy?”

his smile (and his little wings) legitimately dropped so fast

“i’m not a fairy im a fae.”

“there IS a difference okAY??”

“so.. y/n, right?”

“hOW DO YOU-”

“i come around sometimes”

“i read your schoolwork, your diary”

oh … oka- hEY WHA

after getting a better look at him u just kinda realize

wait why is he … beautiful

literally his skin is shimmering and his ears do the pointy thingy

“so.. why dont you play some more, sweets? you’re really good! after all, i came all this way to hear it..”

is he? …. flirti- no. no he’s not.. chill out y/n just bc he’s cute doesnt mean he thinks you are too

here you are . sitting, confused, theres a FAIRY fae in front of you

but … here goes nothing i guess?

you start to play again, and immediately he sighs dreamily and you can feel him staring at you with those sparkly eyes

all of a sudden, he reaches out and puts something in your hair, so your bow screeches on the string and you reach to touch whatever it is because the cheeky fae might have-

“nO stop!! its just a rose”

you look around

owo

“wai- i dont have roses planted in my garden right now...”

“well thats okay” he muses, then blows a few rose petals from his palm in your face

“i can plant some in your garden right now if you’d like! it needs a little freshening up…”

muttering while looking around “oh.. more freshening up than i anticipated” thinking u couldnt hear

u… u could

“hHEY ITS THE BEST I CAN DO IM A STRUGLGIN COLLEGE STUDTENT”

he just sticks out his pink tongue at you, and you notice how plump his lips are

they seriously look like rose petals.. this fairy fae

fairies and fae alike are described to be mischievous

what more can he get up to??

dont worry. a lot.

“well mr. fae, what will you do to my garden? my mother and grandmother helped me out with it, i dont want to go overboard and ruin it, they worked hard an-”

“if you please, my name is jae. and don’t worry. i know what i’m doing! you humans are too careful. have some fun!”

and as soon as he would even scan his eyes over the vines creeping up the side of your house, or the bushes of blackberries or the small rows of flowers, they all flourished, growing in ample numbers, adding sprouts of fruits and vegetables and spreading throughout the span of grass of your backyard.

your jaw was literally

...hanging open

“oh my… i-” you breathed. “j-jae..”

“you’re welcome!” he laughed, beaming down at you

the sun was literally shining brighter because he was there

the rest of the afternoon he stayed and watched you play violin, asking about different songs, who wrote them, when they were written, what you think the mood is

and slowly the sun faded and the sky grew pink

and everything was bathed in a warm light, jae’s eyes were still shining and luminous

“its been such a nice time, but i really should be going, i have pets to feed and a hut to clean”

ngl you were disappointed. you knew you’d miss him even if you only just met

but like… being needy? whos she?

“you’ll see me again, dont worry!” he smirked

“h-how did you-”

“i didn’t, but good to know you enjoy me so much!” he shook his head a little, laughing

he grabbed your flute of champagne and sipped until there was only a small bit left

he literally dared to turn the tall glace around so that the place where his lips had been

were now touching your lips

your face literally got as red as the tomatoes jae planted in the corner

you grabbed the flute of champagne, turned it, and sipped

(angrily??) can u sip angrily? (doesnt matter, u did it)

jae laughed once more and just sighed “you really are something, y/n”

“i-iTS A GOOD THING DONT WORYR”

for once today, he was the one flustered and scrambling to save himself.. funny…..

“w-well look. i have a way you can call for me.”

and out of the palm of his and, he revealed a little bell.

you held out your hand, and when he placed it in your palm, you realized just how much bigger he was than you

like damn for a fae you’re a Long Boi

you tried to ring it, but it was silent

????

“it’s too high for humans to hear, so you can be discreet with it”

“well how do i know that it’s working?”

he grinned and grabbed your shoulders, then moved your hair away from your right ear, then your left, kissing each.

your face is darker than the tomatoes he grew for you now ok a   y

“w-whAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

“ring the bell now”

you shook it lightly, and you could hear the tiniest little tinkling noise

“so you can hear this anywhere?”

“that’s right!”

“you had to kiss me for that?”

“well no, you could it hear as soon as i touched your ears. i only kissed them to get a reaction out of you”

“can the bell send you away too, or?” you gave him A Look

“alright, alright, i’ll be on my way then” he raised his hands in defeat.

you laughed though, he was really something..

“just ring when you need me, y/n” he called, and with a wink, the mist reappeared, replacing the lanky body with wings

you sighed and grabbed your violin, the bowl and the empty flute, and walked inside

that night, you lay in bed, studying the little bell. it was golden with a delicate J engraved into it

your eyes were drooping while you looked over the bell, and slowly you drifted off to sleep

during the night, the bell had fallen onto the floor, and because it was so small, you didn’t hear it ring, but jae sure did

so around like 5am, jae poofed into your room

mist, glitter and all

seeing you were asleep, he was confused at first, but picked up the bell from the floor and put it on your bedside table before walking out of your room into your kitchen

around 7am, you awoke to the smell of tea being brewed

it smelled so nice and warm,, the thought really could put you right back to sle-

what the f- w-why is tea on its 7:12 in the morning

you threw your legs off of the bed, your feet finding your slippers

and you grabbed the bell, clutching it to your chest

because.. i dunno what if something bad happens?

oh christ what are you thinking what is a fAIRY BOY GOING TO DO TO PROTECT YOU?

you round the corner to see..

“jae?” your groggy morning voice makes him turn and his wings twitch and flutter and his cheeks turn a rosy pink (he would never admit to that happening tho, try it lmao)

“good morning, flower” he said gently while flicking his finger and pulling out a chair at your dining table, cueing you to be seated

“you dropped your bell really early this morning, so i just decided to not make my trip here for nothing…” he spit out

was he being .. bashful??

“you put tea on?”

“and i made muffins, i hope you dont mind i used your kitchen”

thats actually…. really sweet

no one but your mom has ever made you breakfast

you nodded wordlessly and grabbed a cup of tea from his hand

“i don’t have a teaset like thi-”

“i brought my own” he said quietly

why is he so shy all of the sudden i-

he always teases you so whats changed now huh

he brings over two plates with muffins on them, meaning you two were going to eat together

you decided to take the first bite and ….

they were so goo d  like what

and ig he noticed you blushing because all of the sudden he was so proud

“glad you like them”

“t-they’re alright” you said stubbornly

he grinned and shook his head, taking a bite

you both finished breakfast together, talking a bit along the way, him teasing you more about not wanting to admit that he’s actually a damn good cook

and finally you realized your class would be starting soon… fuc

“what time is- oh GOd i have class in thirty- jae, i’m sorry but i need to go- shit we need to cLEAN okay quick i’ll take th-”

“you get ready, i’ll tidy up” he said immediately

“but- don’t be silly! Cmon i can take-”

“y/n, im not necessarily assertive for much, but i will be now. go. i can take care of this”

this mans… is he really ?

you were stopped in your tracks but he raised an eyebrow at you

and you turned away sO FAST to hide a blush bc

wow this fae is … g orge o u s ok

and since you were turned around

(and not to mention class was quickly approaching and you couldnt afford to waste more time) you decided at last to just leave jae to it

you could just feel him smirking in such a satisfied way hghfh

you marched on to your room and picked out a casual outfit and just threw it on, then proceeded to brush your teeth and braid your hair rather messily

you emerged again and the kitchen was … spotless??

(better than it had been, to your embarrassment)

“w-hoW DO YOU”

“y/n, class?”

“oh dEAR YOU’RE RIGHT”

you quickly ran to the door with jae at your heels and turned to say goodbye.

“until next time...i guess?”

only “ig” because who knows when he’ll just pop up, does the bell even matter to him?

protip: it doesn’t

PRO protip: he’s gonna show up when he wants bc lets face it he wants to be around you as much as he can but he’d never admit that

unless u did first

“yes, you can count on seeing me soon”

why is he being mysterious .. explain

you cocked your head bc . tf jae

but he only grinned at you and leaned against the doorway

“i’ll lock your doors when i leave, you go on y/n”

“well, goodbye then jae”

(rather upset bc .. in all honesty, being away from him already felt wrong)

you turned around before making your way down the path leading to your doorstep

“thank you again for breakfast”

(you made an effort to smile [much to your own chagrin, bc part of you is so tsundere but you .. wanna make his heart flutter like he makes yours bc payback… yea])

he shook his head while letting out a soft chuckle

“until later, little flower”

and with that last flirty phrase, he winked and disappeared with his usual mist

as you walked down the sidewalk to campus, you took his bell from your pocket and studied it more, with a smile lingering on your face.

[edsbev]

I never knew how much I needed Stanlon and Reddie as opposite couples! Do you have anymore head canons of them?

i ended up writing basically a crackfic of the ‘stanlon is a vegan power couple and reddie are their dysfunctional neighbours’ au instead of like a list of headcanons fhdfsja i hope thats ok

some of this is based on the hcs @monarchyofpluto left on this post

(also there are mentions of sex in this so just a heads up)

Entering Richie and Eddie’sapartment is always a gamble.

Mind you, Stan makes sure toknock every time he comes over (unlike Richie and Eddie themselves),waiting for a faintly muffled “come in!” before he opens the door.But he’s still seen his fair share of scarring images, because Eddie and Richiehave no shame, apparently.

Today, when Stan hesitantlypeeks around the door into Richie and Eddie’s apartment, the scene  he’s faced with is…somewhat tame.

Eddie is watching TV upside downon the couch, his socked feet sticking up in the air, hair brushing the carpet.Face bright red from all the blood that’s rushed down into his head. Around himare two beanbags instead of armchairs, discarded water pistols left around thecoffee table, shoes and socks and shirts spread all around the carpet, and whatlooks like the remnants of a pillow fort between the couch and the lounge-roomwall.

Richie and Eddie have alwayssucceeded in making their apartment look like a cross between a warzone andplayzone, ever since they moved in two months ago. Stan would honestly becontent with never having to step foot in it, but Richie and Eddie seem prettyintent on dragging him and Mike into their wild storm of a life.

“Heya, Stanny!” Eddiegreets - with a little kick of his legs and a bright upside down smile - whichis usually what Richie would say. But, Richie, who stands on the kitchencounter with a broom in his hand and his tongue peeking out from between hislips, is preoccupied.

“I taped his phone to theceiling,” Eddie supplies gleefully when Stan says nothing, just stands andstares at Richie poking at the ceiling with the end of his broom. Stan can seethe little black rectangle that is Richie’s phone taped near the centre of theroom - Richie can only just reach it with the broom - and wonders how onearth someone as small as Eddie Kaspbrak managed to get it up there.

“Lies,” Richie says,giving the ceiling a jab. He brushes his wild hair from his face and narrowshis dark eyes at Stan, pointing at him with the broom. “Don’t listen to aword that evil little twink says. There’s no way he didn’t have an accomplicein this crime.”

Across the room, Eddie has scrambledupright, and is giving Stan a mischievous, knowing look. And Stan immediatelyknows who that accomplice is.

Great.

“Look, I’m sure you guysenjoy living your lives like some sort of FRIENDS-type sitcom, but I’m reallyjust here to get that salt you borrowed, not hang around, so…” Stangestures toward the kitchen with his hands. Gives them his best ‘please justgive me my salt and let me get out of here’ face.

“Oh, you mean the salt Ifilled our container of sugar with?” Richie says. “That Eddie spoonedinto his coffee by the gallon and then choked on?” He throws Eddie a grin.“How’d that taste, babe?”

“Like a lame prank,”Eddie huffs. “Mine’s way better.”

“That was just me gettingstarted,” Richie says. “Wait until you see the revenge prank I’ve gotplanned for you.”

Stan begins edging toward thekitchen - which is, surprisingly, not as messy as one would think it’d be.(Probably because Richie and Eddie eat on paper plates so they never have towash up). And he begins to search the counters for his salt, trying his best toignore Eddie’s remark of, “if you prank me back, you’re not allowed tohave sex with me for a week.”

“Oh, come on, baby.You know I’d never survive without that sweet ass.”

(Stan winces and pushes asideboxes of Mac & Cheese and pre-made brownie mix).

“Don’t prank me back,then.”

The counter top is slightlysticky with…something. There are odd stains here and there, mostlooking like they’ve come from a bright red cordial. And Stan hasn’t noticed a singlepiece of fruit anywhere. Do they not have a fruit bowl? Doesn’t everyonehave a fruit bowl? Stan moves aside a box of cereal and recoils, disgusted, atanother mysterious stain. Glances desperately back at Eddie who, thankfully,notices him, looks past Richie’s long legs with a sympathetic smile.  

“Cupboard right above yourhead,” Eddie supplies. Stan nods, and he grabs his (half-empty, fuck you,Richie) container of salt just as Richie knocks his phone from the roof. Stanhears it bounce off one of the cushions Richie had placed underneath it andthen clatter to the floor. And then, as he turns towards the door, he seesRichie dive for his phone and then lunge for Eddie.

“C'mere, you littleshit!”

Eddie yelps, bolting from thecouch and tripping over a lazily discarded sneaker. Richie catches Eddie aroundthe waist before he can fall, picking him up and hauling him back onto thecouch.

And here is Stan, halfway to thedoor when Eddie’s back hits the couch with a thud, and a small gasp torn fromhis throat. Standing awkwardly as Richie begins attacking Eddie with kisses,loud, wet smacks against Eddie’s skin, over his face, down his throat.

“You’re the fucking worst,Kaspbrak,” Richie says, face buried in Eddie’s neck. A hand coming up totickle Eddie’s side.

“Thanks for using all mysalt,” Stan mutters.

And then he steps out into the hall and closes the door on thesound of Eddie’s laughter.

The only good thing about goingto Richie’s and Eddie’s place is that it makes Stan appreciate his ownapartment much more. With the wispy white curtains pulled back to let in thelast of the fading sunlight, the smell of vegan chickpea curry cooking on thestove, the whole place neat and tidy and freshly dusted.

The best things, of course, arethose strong arms that wrap around his waist from behind, the soft slips thatbrush the nape of his neck.

“Hey,” Mike murmurs,ducking to kiss Stan’s shoulder. He’s been out all day, had only just come homeand hopped in the shower when Stan returned back with the salt. Smells sweetand clean and slightly of apples.

“Hey.” Usually, Stanwould lean back into the embrace, tilt his head to give Mike better access tohis neck. But instead, Stan twists around in Mike’s arms and fixes him with a steelylook. “Did you help Eddie prank Richie?”

“Yeah.” Mike grins,wide and proud, for a moment. Until Stan’s gaze darkens, and he quickly dropsit. “What? No good?”

“You shouldn’t let yourselfget dragged into their shenanigans,” Stan scolds him. “Next thing youknow we’ll have Richie bursting through the door telling us we need to help himprank Eddie back.”

Though, it’s more than likelythan Richie will just do that anyway. Because it’s what he always does.Waltzing into their apartment like he owns the place, chattering away as hesettles onto the couch and kicks his filthy sneakers up onto the coffee table.

(“You guys see the gamelast night?” he’ll ask, strolling into the kitchen. “Because Ididn’t, I’m gay.”) (“Hey, can we borrow some eggs?” he’ll callaround the door. “Ah, shit, that’s right. You’re vegan. Dammit. Eddiewanted to see how many he could break over my head.”)

He usually comes over whenEddie’s not around, bored out of his mind. Sometimes he comes over and begsStan and Mike to watch something dumb like Die Hard with them. (He andMike accepted the invitation once, but ended up leaving half way through,because Richie and Eddie were making out on one of the beanbags, and it’dstarted to get heated).

Eddie comes over too, thoughhe’s much better about knocking. Unless he’s mad at Richie. In that case, he’llstorm right into the apartment, flop down on the couch, and glower at the TVuntil Stan asks him what’s wrong.

“We’re in a fight,”he’ll huff. And Stan’s always scared to ask what exactly they’re fightingabout, because it could be something like Richie trying on Eddie’s favouriteshirt and tearing it, or Richie forgetting their anniversary (they celebrateweird ones, like day the first saw Star Wars together, or the day theydiscovered one of them was into bondage) or Eddie throwing out Richie’scigarettes. So he usually just makes Eddie tea and says nothing.

Though he’s definitely alwaysthinking about how the only thing he and Mike argue about is who cooks thebetter Tofu.

Still, even though it seems likeRichie and Eddie are an inescapable force, Stan is holding out to the idea thatmaybe if they ignore Richie and Eddie long enough, they’ll just go away.

Now, Mike smiles. That small,soft smile that means Stan’s done something he’s found cute, and tucks a curlbehind Stan’s ear. “I only did it for you. I thought you’d appreciateTozier getting a taste of his own medicine.”

Stan softens, too. Because,well, he’s not wrong. And, oddly, it’s kind of sweet to think that Mike did thatfor him - knew that pranking Richie might make Stan laugh.

And he’s not mad at him. Neveris.

“It did,” Stan says,and he tilts his chin up and gives Mike a kiss.

There are about one hundred consof living next to Richie and Eddie.

Perhaps the biggest one is thefact that they both seem to think that 3am is a time for sex, not sleep. Andtheir bedroom is just on the other side of Stan and Mike’s bedroom.

And the walls are really fuckingthin.

In the warmth of his bed, thedarkness of his room, Stan rolls onto his back and tries to will away the soundof Richie and Eddie’s headboard hitting the wall. Grimaces up at the shadowyceiling as Richie groans out a “fuck, Eddie!” and Eddiefollows that with a loud whine of, “Richiieee.”

“They’re really going atit,” whispers Mike by his side, sounding like he’s trying very hard not tolaugh. Stan rolls onto his side, faces him, searches for Mike’s gentle eyes inthe dark. “Think we should try and outdo them?”

Just the thought makes Stan bodygo hot. Because Richie and Eddie are definitely having the furthest thing fromthe soft, romantic love making that he and Mike usually have. To outdo themwould be to somehow have even rougher, kinkier sex than what they’re currentlylistening to…and Stan’s not quite sure he’s capable of that.

“Harder, Richie! Ah, ah,fuck me harder, please!” moansEddie, sounding absolutely overcome with pleasure. Stan and Mike cringe at eachother in the dim light.

“God, do they think they’rein a damn porno?” Stan whispers. The wall absolutely trembling as Richie obviously fulfils Eddie’sneeds. “This is ridiculous.”

The only upside is that Richie’sobviously promised not to prank Eddie back, which means there’s no chance ofhim and Mike being dragged into more of their dumbassery.

For a while, the two of them trysquashing their pillows up around their ears to muffle the noise. Continue tostare at each other, mouths crooked with held back laughter - because they lookridiculous and because they can still fucking hear them. Snugglingup together under the covers doesn’t work either, is just hot and hard tobreathe. (Though Mike does a cute thing where he places both his hands overStan’s ears and whispers, laughing, “I’ll save you, baby” and Stanthinks he could spend an eternity under those stuffy covers with him).

But they end up coming up forair. Their own bed now shaking.

“Eddie’s gonna be soretomorrow,” Stan deadpans.

“Wanna sleep on the foldoutbed?” Mike asks. “I know it’s bad for your back, but you can take theleft side. It’s firmer.”

Stan is already shuffling out ofthe covers. “I love you.”

The following morning, Richiebursts through their door.

Stan almost spills the coffeehe’s making, hears Mike startle from where he’s seated on the foldout. Richiedoesn’t seem to notice their surprise, nor does he seem to notice how fucking exhaustedthe two of them look. Stan, with bags under his eyes, his shoulders hunched andmouth drawn down into a tired frown, Mike, rubbing his bleary eyes, stilllooking half-asleep. Richie just tears open the door like he’s Kramer on anepisode of Seinfeld, only his hair is wild because of the sex he hadlast night.

“My good chaps,”Richie says, and he’s positively glowing. Whether it be from the softmorning sunlight, or the sex, Stan doesn’t know. Or care. He just wants Richieout of his apartment.  "I need yourhelp with a prank.“

Stan almost drops his coffeeagain. "But you fucked Eddie.” And he was only supposed to think thatbut, whatever, it’s out in the world now.

But Richie and Eddie did havesex, right? All the racket last night wasn’t just some weird hallucination? OrEddie and Richie wrestling or something? No, they definitely did. Stan can seethe fresh bruises curling up Richie’s pale neck. So that means, in Richie andEddie’s relationship, promises like “I won’t prank you back so I don’thave to go a week without sex” mean nothing.

Richie, who has not an ounce ofshame, bounces his eyebrows up and down. “Ahh, so you got a little taste ofour exploit last night?”

“More like the whole damnmeal,” Mike grumbles.

“Well.” Richie grins.“I can assure you that meal was one hundred percent vegan.”

Both Mike and Stan groan. 

“So, whaddaya say, lads? Up for some good ol’ prankin’?” Richie says. And it’s a wonder, really, whether he doesn’t see Mike and Stan rolling their eyes, or if he does and just happily ignores it. 

“No,” Stan replies. 

“Aww, come on. I promise no harm will come to any animals in the making of this prank,” Richie pleads, hands clasped together. “And Mike helped Eddie!” 

Mike throws Stan an apologetic look. 

“No,” Stan says, and he’s crossing the room now. Richie slowly backing toward the door at each step Stan takes. 

“Pleeassee. I won’t have loud sex for a week if you help me.” 

“Your promises mean nothing, you just break them.” 

Richie looks between Mike and Stan desperately, though he keeps stepping back, like he’s slowly succumbing to his fate. 

“Okay, well, at least let me ask one more question,” Richie says, holding his hands up as Stan reaches out to shut the door. “It’s really important.” 

Stan pauses, raises an eyebrow in a prompt to continue. Richie breathes out deeply, as though sighing in relief. 

He asks, “are condoms vegan?” 

Stan slams the door shut.