#probably on December 24th just because he hates us

[turnedinto-themoon]

gege is going to fucking kill someone soon my spidey senses are tingling

[lovecla]

STUCK WITH YOU ; QUINN HUGHES.

❄︎ pair: quinn hughes x y/n.

❄︎ synopsis: of all the things y/n thought she was going to do on christmas eve, being stuck with her sister’s brother-in-law, quinn hughes, wasn't one of them.

❄︎ word count: 5.6k

❄︎ chapter warnings: unedited, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, use of the word slut (once), softdom!quinn, dirty talk.

💌 from me to you: merry christmas, babies 🩶 i hope all of you had a great time and lots of delicious food. 1st of all, i’d like to apologise bc i got carried away with the word count! 2nd of all, i’m sorry about how dirty this is… this was supposed to be wholesome and cute but i don’t know what happened 😭 sorry…. anyways, as always, forgive me for this poorly written smut and share with me your thoughts! i love you! ♡

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Ever Since your sister started dating one of the most known hockey players, Luke Hughes, your life changed— for the better, that is. It’s not like you’re used to all the attention, but it’s nice to attend parties and meet your favorite hockey players for free.

But, the only issue you didn’t see coming when she announced that she was, in fact, very much in love with the youngest of the Hughes brothers is that now you have to constantly coexist with your long time celebrity crush, Quinn Hughes.

It’s an old thing, your situation with Quinn Hughes. You first started noticing him during his time in college, when he was just eighteen.

None of your friends understood what was so special about him but you just told them they didn’t have to: Quinn Hughes is one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, and you’ll stand by that until the end of your days.

When your sister decided that she would make Luke Hughes hers, you remember laughing and saying: He’ll be yours when Quinn Hughes’s mine.

Turns out, Luke is your sister’s.

And, well. Quinn’s not yours.

When you’re around him, during dinners and parties, you almost don’t even acknowledge him. It’s just because you don’t know how to be around him without immediately blushing and cringing at your own words.

It’s like you’re a teenager all over again, but what else can you do, really. He’s attractive, he’s funny and he cares about the people he loves; you cannot not be in love with someone like him.

But now you’re his brother’s sister in law and have been for the past year. You have been doing a great job at not staying in the same room as him for too long, and even if you can come off as rude or mean, it’s better than to get caught while watching him with lovey eyes.

It’s December 24th, and you’re on your way to your sister’s house, where you’d spend Christmas with her— and since she’s only arriving later that night because of work, you’ll be there earlier to arrange things for her.

You’re annoyed by the fact that she has to work until late during Christmas time but at least you’ll get to spend the night with at least one of your family members, since your parents are out of town.

What’s also annoying is the fact that it’s cold and snowing. Not just normal, winter type of snow but North-Pole type of snow. You’re shivering inside your car, because your heater is broken and you stupidly decided that it’d be a great idea to wear just leggings and a sweatshirt.

You park in front of her house, sighing and trying to move as fast as your frozen limbs could. You’re also carrying a hundred bags with you, because decorating is your favorite part of Christmas and knowing your sister and her workaholic personality, you know that she probably doesn’t even have her tree out of her attic yet— so you’ll have to do the whole decorating thing by yourself.

Which you silently prefer because there’s nothing you hate more when people try to dictate where your ornaments should go.

You ring her doorbell first, before dumbly realizing that she’s probably at work already, so you just start looking for the spare key she gave you when the door opens, making you lift your head up with a smile, only to drop it two seconds later.

“Oh.”

Quinn’s looking back at you with a polite smile, and you’re not sure that what you’re seeing is actually real because why the hell would Quinn Hughes be at your sister’s house during Christmas?

“Hi, Y/n.” He says, leaning against the door frame.

You frown without even noticing it. Why didn’t she warn you that he would be at her house?

You’ve been staring at him for what feels to be hours, when he speaks again: “Aren’t you… cold?”

You realize that he’s right and you are cold. Cold and tired because you’re still holding the heavy bags, so you just nod and watch as he opens the door more and reaches for the bags in your hand, picking all four of them up like they’re not heavy at all and letting you in.

You’re still in shock and shivering when you close the door behind you, welcoming the warm air inside the house, thankful for your sister’s amazing heating system.

Quinn walks back to the living room and you grab your phone, dialing your sister’s number and putting the phone against your ear.

“Y/n? Are you—”

“Why didn’t you tell me he would be at your place?!” You shout slash whisper, hiding behind her clothes rack.

“Who’s he? Why are you whispering?”

“What do you mean who’s he?” You hiss. “I’m talking about him!”

“Who’s… Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

Her laugh makes you blush. “I didn’t think he’d arrive so soon. I told him he could come later because you’d be the only one there so I just guessed… well. Nevermind.”

“What do I do?!” you sound so desperate it’s almost funny. “I can’t be here! You know I—”

“Y/n, stop freaking out. It’s just Quinn,” you can almost hear her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Go decorate and do all that stuff you like to do during Christmas. I’ll pick up the food goodies when I leave work, so please just… be normal.”

“What do you mean be normal I can’t—”

“I gotta go. I love you. Bye.”

She hangs up the call and leaves you staring at your phone screen, contemplating how you would scape when it was so cold outside and Quinn’s already seen you so—

“Y/n? Are you playing hide and seek?”

You immediately get out of your sister’s clothes and smile awkwardly, almost opening the front door and standing in the middle of the road, waiting for someone to run you over.

“No, I—” you stutter, looking everywhere but him. “I was just… talking to my sister…”

“I see,” he says. “Is she okay? It’s snowing outside, and you’re still shivering.”

How the hell did he notice that?, you ask yourself, before nodding.

“She is, yeah. She’s working.”

You step further inside the house, walking past Quinn like he’s some type of virus. Besides the huge tree sitting in the corner by the TV, your sister’s house is poorly decorated, just like you predicted, so at least you’ll have something to busy yourself with until she arrives.

“She told me she’d work until late and she said I could come and help you out with your decorations until she and Luke arrive.” He explains, and you turn around, raising your eyebrow at him, confused.

“Luke’s coming?” You ask.

“He is, yes.”

“I thought… I thought you guys would spend Christmas with your parents.” You say, because that’s what you heard your sister saying.

“Well, they’re coming too,” he chuckles, putting his hand inside his front pockets. “I’m guessing she didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, I thought—” you start, but then you bite your lips, giving up mid-sentence. You didn’t want to sound rude by saying I thought it’d be the two of us only so you just stay quiet. “Nevermind. It’s nice that you all get to spend Christmas together.”

Quinn stares at you for a few seconds before nodding. “I’m sorry if you’re upset.”

You frown, shaking your head.

“I’m not, I promise. I just wasn’t expecting all of you,” you reply, embarrassed. “I brought my Grinch sweater…”

He laughs, and you have to stop yourself from smiling too.

“It’s okay. I’ll wear my Cindy Lou one.”

You want to yell at him and tell him to stop being nice, but you already know that’s just how he is. That’s one of the reasons you like him so much.

You look outside your sister’s big window and frown, noticing that the snow is only falling faster, and the street is white everywhere now. Even your car is barely visible.

“It’s getting ugly,” you say, pressing your lips into a line. “I hope it stops soon.”

“I don’t know about that…” he comments, sitting on the couch next to your bags. “I did see a blizzard warning in my weather app today.”

“What?” you almost shout. “Are you sure it was for today?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s why I came earlier. I thought it was dangerous for you to stay here alone.”

You want to ask him what one thing has to do with the other but you’re too busy blushing over his sentence to do anything else.

“I’d be just fine, but thank you,” you mumble. Sighing, you look down at your clothes. “I’m going to change and then start decorating.” You announce, not even sure why.

“You should probably put on something warmer,” he looks down at your clothes before running his fingers through his hair. “It’d be a shame if you caught a cold.”

You don’t say anything, just nod and make your way to your sister’s bedroom, happy that you’re both the same size. Once you find a comfort, two piece set wool outfit, you grab it and change, immediately welcoming the warmth it brings.

You also spend more time in your sister’s bedroom than you should, sitting on her bed and contemplating what you should do.

It’s not like Quinn’s a bad person or someone difficult to be around, but you get shy really easily and he happens to master the art of making you embarrassed, even if it’s not in a bad way.

He’s probably not even aware of it, too, because he’s just a really kind person and that’s just how he treats everyone he likes.

He doesn’t like us, your brain reminds you, he’s just polite.

Whatever.

You get back to the living room and find him still sitting on the couch, watching some random, Christmas movie. You reach for your bags, trying to open them as silently as you could, not wanting to disturb him.

You remove the plastic boxes full of ornaments and distribute them around you, separating them by color and size. It’s therapeutic to you, and it helps to calm your brain down.

Soon, the fact that Quinn’s in the same room as you, alone, doesn’t even cross your mind. You’re having fun decorating your sister’s empty tree, making it beautifully decorated and ready for the night.

After what’s probably thirty minutes, you reach for the last item inside your boxes, which is a bright, yellow star, heavily bedazzled. It’s been yours since you and your sister moved out of your parents’ house and you love it more than all of your other Christmas decorations combined.

The only issue is that it should sit on top of the tree, and usually it wouldn’t be a problem, because your sister had been letting you decorate her tiny tree for the past years, and you’ve been able to reach it just fine. But this year she decided that she wanted to challenge you and she bought a tall one, so now you can’t really reach the top, and you only realize it after jumping for a few minutes and not even touching the top once.

“Do you need any help?”

Quinn’s calm voice startles you, and you hold back a scream. You had forgotten that he was sitting just behind you, and probably had been watching you embarrassing yourself for the past three minutes.

You’re feeling your cheeks warm when you answer: “No, I… well. Maybe?”

He chuckles, getting up. “Does your sister have a ladder?”

“No, she doesn’t,” you roll your eyes. “She says someone as tall as her should do just fine without one.”

“I don’t understand,” he laughs. “She’s just a few inches taller than you. There’s barely a difference.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her.” You say, annoyed. “I can just grab a chair—”

“No, let me help you.” He walks towards you, and when you’re just about to tell him he’s not going to reach the top by himself either he does something that sends you to another world.

He picks you up effortlessly, putting you down on his left shoulder, and hands you the star like he wasn’t holding another human on one of his shoulders.

You put the star on the top of the tree, moving automatically because your brain hasn't been working properly ever since you stepped into your sister’s house.

“Are you done?” he asks, and he doesn’t even sound tired. “Do you need me to hand you anything else or—”

“No, you can… put me down, please.” You mumble, blushing as he grabs your waist and slowly pulls you down until your feet are touching the floor.

He’s standing behind you, chest glued to your back, and you hold back a yelp, stepping away like his touch is deadly.

“Uh, thanks?” It sounds like a question, but you don’t repeat it again. You turn around, watching as he smiles and nods.

“It looks great, Y/n.”

You also smile, because you always do it whenever people compliment your decorations skills. “Thanks. Again.”

“Well,” he shrugs, looking around. “What do you want to do now?”

You mimic his move, looking around your sister’s living room.

“I mean, I don’t know,” you hum. “Maybe set the table? I know it’s early but—”

“Yeah. We can definitely do that.” He starts walking towards the kitchen and you freak out.

“What!” you yell, and he stops, turning back around and looking at you with confused, pretty eyes. “I mean— what do you mean we?”

“Oh,” he shrugs. “I thought I could help.”

“Are you… like… serious?” You frown.

He frowns back. “I was, yes… are you one of those people who don’t like when people try to help because you’re afraid they’ll end up messing up with your arrangements?”

“Well, yes and no,” you laugh, only to shake your head after. “But it’s not that. I’m sorry, I just… I’ve never seen a man get up to help before. Especially during Christmas.”

He seems to take a while to process what you had just said, but then he laughs, beautifully you’d say.

“They weren’t raised by Ellen Hughes, Y/n. I was.”

You smile, realizing you were utterly fucked. And not in a good way.

You and Quinn worked in silence, and even though you almost dropped the plates twice with how nervous you were, this moment will probably keep repeating itself forever inside your head, from the moment you wake up to the moment you'll go to sleep.

He’s calm and he listens to each one of your orders without hesitation, just nodding and doing as you say. He carries the heavy stuff and just lets you busy yourself with making everything pretty, which you do.

You’re about to tell him that you’re done when the TV catches your attention.

“Good evening, and Merry Christmas Eve, everyone. This is Nicholas Edwards reporting live with an urgent weather alert. It’s shaping up to be a Christmas Eve like no other—because we are in the midst of a blizzard that shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.”

“Oh my God,” you hear someone saying, and realize that it was you. You move until you’re standing in front of the TV, covering your mouth with your right hand.

“Right now, snow is coming down at an incredible rate, with visibility dropping rapidly. Winds are gusting up to 40 miles per hour, creating near whiteout conditions in many areas. And the latest forecast? The snow isn’t expected to stop until early tomorrow morning—Christmas Day! That means we’re looking at significant snowfall totals, possibly more than 18 inches in some spots.”

“Oh my God,” you repeat, looking at Quinn before looking back at the TV again.

“Officials are urging everyone to stay indoors tonight. If you don’t absolutely need to be out, don’t risk it. Roads are treacherous, power outages are a real possibility, and emergency crews are working hard to keep up.”

“What about my sister and your family?” you ask, almost rhetorically, because you know Quinn knows just as much as you. “They can’t come now because it’s dangerous.”

“I’ll try to call my parents,” he says, reaching for his phone already. “Can you call your sister, please?”

“Already doing it.” You say, dialing your sister’s number.

“So… you saw the news.” Is the first thing she says after picking up and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Quinn and I did,” you say. “What are we going to do? It’s not safe for you to drive around and you’re definitely not driving thirty minutes back to your house in this weather.”

“I guess you’re right,” she sighs. “Luke and I are together, though. He saw the news before I did and drove me to his and Jack’s apartment since it’s closer to my workplace…”

“So, you’ll stay at their place?” You frown.

“What else can I do, right?” she chuckles, but you can tell she’s just as upset as you. “At least you’re stuck with the sibling that knows how to cook.”

“Hey!” You hear one of Quinn’s brothers, probably Jack, yelling in the back.

“You’re probably right,” you mumble. “Well. We’ll see each other tomorrow then?”

“‘Course we will, bubba,” she sounds joyful again. “Merry Christmas, Y/n. I love you. Tell Quinn I said Merry Christmas to him too!”

“I will,” you nod, even though you know she can’t see you. “I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You stare at your phone screen until it turns black, and sigh. Quinn finishes his phone call and stares at you, blue, fond eyes looking at you with care.

“I guess you heard the same thing as me.” He says and you nod.

“They’re not coming.”

“And neither are my parents,” he sighs. “They’re stuck in their hotel. They’re not letting people leave.”

“God, this sucks,” you grunt, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “We don’t even have food. My sister was supposed to pick it up after she finished her shift but…”

“I’m sure I can figure something out,” Quinn says and you can tell he’s trying to sound positive. “Come on, stop pouting.”

You frown. “I wasn’t pouting.”

“Yes, you were,” he smiles. “You do that whenever something doesn’t go your way.”

“I— how do you even know that?” You ask, genuinely amused. He just shrugs and walks back to the kitchen, leaving you and your one hundred thoughts about him alone. “Quinn!”

Dinner goes well. It’s silent and calm, but not in an embarrassing, awkward way. Quinn knows how to cook really well, and his food makes you hold yourself back so you won’t kiss him.

His lips probably taste amazing, just like the rest of him. Sometimes, when your thoughts about how Quinn could make you feel good are too much, you slip your hands under your covers and touch yourself, while imagining your hands are his.

You always feel so deeply embarrassed afterwards, and it takes you a while to convince yourself that you’re not a maniac and getting horny after thinking of your sister’s boyfriend's incredibly hot brother is lowkey expected, because he looks like a God.

You both returned to your bedrooms after the clock hit midnight and you both called your families, with you sleeping in your sister’s room and Quinn sleeping in the spare bedroom.

Although, you haven’t even thought about closing your eyes and going to sleep, because you know you won’t be able to— not when Quinn has been nothing but kind to you the entire night and definitely not when he’s only two doors away from you.

You can feel your body starting to get hot, and you want to shout at it, telling yourself to let it go, because you and Quinn won’t ever be a thing.

You look at the clock sitting on your sister’s bedside table and sigh, reading the late hours. Two thirty-six a.m. and you’re nowhere near Dreamland.

Even though you’re basically at the entrance of Hornyland.

Shaking your head, you get up, deciding to brew some chamomile tea for you, since it always helps you feel sleepier and, hopefully, less horny.

The lukewarm air hits your bare thighs and you’re reminded that you’re not wearing any pants— just one of your sister’s oversized sweaters and panties.

You look around the dark house, watching as snow continues to fall outside, and make your way to the kitchen, walking past Quinn’s closed door and trying not to make any sound.

And you would’ve been successful with your task, if it weren’t for the one plastic cup that fell out of the cupboard when you tried to grab your sister’s kettle.

It fell on the floor and bounced three times before you managed to grab it again. You waited to see if you would hear Quinn’s door open, but since you didn’t, you moved on with your task. While you waited for your water to boil, you leaned against your sister’s island, resting your chin in your hand.

“I thought you were asleep.”

This time, you don’t hold back the yelp that comes out of your mouth. You were so worried about waking Quinn up that you hadn’t considered the fact that he, just like you, might as well not have been able to sleep.

He’s sitting on your sister’s couch, wearing sweatpants and nothing else, looking at you with an indecipherable expression. His entire body is illuminated by the moonlight, and he looks gorgeous.

“Quinn. You scared me,” you put your hand over your heart, feeling your cheeks warm when you realize the movement made your sweater go up, and now Quinn probably saw your underwear. “Uh—”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” he gets up, and he does look apologetic. He gets closer to where you were standing and you can help but take a take back. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head. “No. You?”

“I can’t either,” he says. “Too many thoughts.”

You desperately want to ask him what kind of thoughts are keeping him away from his bed, but you remember that it isn’t your place. And the best thing you can do for yourself right now is stay away from him.

“I— I’ll leave you to it then—”

“Why are you always running away from me?”

His serious tone makes you stop. You look up and stare at his eyes, looking like a child who had just been caught eating sweets before dinner.

Your answer is only natural: “I’m not?”

“Yes, you are,” he steps closer, and the distance between the two of you is now shorter. “Did I do something?”

“What?” you gasp. “No, of course not!”

“Then, you just don’t like me?”

“Gosh, why is it with the Hughes that you’re always so straightforward?” you mumble, frustrated. “I promise you, nothing’s wrong.”

“Is it because you want me to fuck you?” He raises his brow and you almost drop dead in front of him.

“What.”

It’s almost comical how your eyes double in size and how your mouth opens, just like in the cartoons. You’re trying really hard not to pack your things and leave, because you’re sure something possessed Quinn.

“I’m not dumb, y’know,” he starts. “I can tell when someone’s interested in me, and you aren’t exactly subtle.”

“Quinn—”

“At first,” he continues, paying you no mind. “I thought you were just shy. Then, I realized you only acted that way with me, but I thought you just didn’t like me. But…”

He lifts his hand up and caresses your cheek, the touch making you shiver instantly.

“Would someone who doesn’t like me stare at me like you do?” He keeps touching your face, the light feather touches barely there, but keeping you restless anyway. “It’s so sweet when you blush like that.”

“Quinn…” you try, once again. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I—”

“Uncomfortable?” he chuckles, like the word alone is enough to make him laugh. “No, sweetheart, you made me hard.”

You blush, thankful that the moonlight isn’t enough to show your red cheeks. “O-Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” he smiles, lifting your face just slightly with his thumb on your chin. “Can I kiss you, Y/n?”

I thought you’d never ask, you think. “Yes,” is what you say.

His lips taste like peppermint and his touch on your skin feels like fire. He presses your body against the counter, the cold marble hitting the back of your naked thighs and making you shiver.

It was a pleasant contrast, though: the warmth of his hands holding you close with the coldness of the stone making you shiver.

He kissed you fervently and you moaned inside his mouth, forgetting your shyness and running your fingers through his silky, soft hair. It was like opening presents on Christmas morning, because ever since you were a teenager you’ve been wanting to get your hands on him and now—

“You were right,” you say, breathless. Quinn tilts his head to the side, confused. “I want you to f-fuck me.”

He smirks, mischievously, and it’s probably one of the hottest things you have ever seen.

“Here?” he asks, chuckling.

“No,” you laugh. “My sister would kill me.”

“Mhm.” It’s all he says before picking you up once again, manhandling you however he wanted for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

His bed is untouched when he lays you on it, a clear signal that he hadn’t even laid on it yet. Your sweater rode up, leaving your belly and your panties exposed.

Even though you’re not the type of girl to get embarrassed while having sex, you can feel your cheeks getting warm under Quinn’s lustful gaze. You have imagined this situation so many times before but you never actually thought your dreams would come true, so all of this is still hard for you to take in.

“I can actually hear your brain thinking, Y/n,” Quinn chuckles, standing in front of you. The outline of his dick is so noticeable it has your mouth dry.

“It’s not everyday your crush of years take you to bed,” you let out, only realising what you had just said when you watch his eyebrow going up, and a malicious smile decorate his beautiful face. “I mean—”

“Trust me, Y/n, if I hadn’t spent the last year thinking you hated me, you would’ve ended up in my bed from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

He leans forward, then starts to pull your panties down. It’s embarrassing to say the least because you know that the fabric which was once pearly, cotton white, is now transparent and ruined. Quinn doesn’t seem to mind that— in fact, the smirk on his face just continues to grow.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, and you almost choke on your own spit. “Been thinking about you for so long I’m half convinced this is just another dream.”

He drops your underwear somewhere, and places his index finger between your wet folds, the cold touch contrasting with your hotness. He rubs, up and down, slowly and steady. It has you biting your lips, hard.

“Was it like that with you too, Y/n?” he asks, tone one octave deeper. “Endless dreams of how I would fuck you senseless, leave you wet and whimpering in my sheets, pussy dripping with my cum.”

He kept getting closer to your clit each time he opened his mouth to talk, but he still wasn’t touching it, which was starting to frustrate you.

“Quinn—”

“I’d always wake up hard, with my dick throbbing inside my pants, and you know what I’d do?”

He places his finger on your engorged clit, but doesn’t do anything, just— waits.

“Ask me what I would do, Y/n.” He orders, and you moan before complying.

“What, ah, what would you do?” you ask, and he starts moving his finger again. “Ah.”

“I’d fuck my hand. Wrap my dick around them, holding it tightly, imagining it was your cunt squeezing me like that,” he confesses, opening your legs more, leaving you spread in front of him like you’re nothing but a cheap whore. “And I’d come so hard, imagining I was filling you up. In the next morning, I’d shake hands with you, watching you give me that sweet smile of yours, not even knowing that I had just used it to touch myself while imagining it was you.”

He pressed two fingers on your hole, making you clench around nothing while he seemed to be having fun with your struggle.

“Was it like that with you, too?” he asks again, but you can tell by his reaction that he wasn’t expecting you to answer. Yet, you do it anyway.

“N-not dreams,” you breathe, as he inserts two of his fingers inside you, blue eyes never leaving yours. “When I couldn’t sleep, I’d, ah, touch myself, and pretend it was you.”

“Yeah?” he hums, sinking his fingers deeper inside you, the wet sound of sex leaving you dizzy. “Such a naughty, little slut.”

You moan, and Quinn stops holding back as he starts finger fucking you, finding your sweet spot and curling his fingers up until he had you trashing under him. You took pride in knowing your body and mastering the art of touching yourself, but not even in your wildest dreams you’d imagine that having something inside you could feel this good.

You’re not even holding back your sounds, you just let Quinn hear how insane he drives you, and good you’re feeling. You have your eyes closed— because holding eye contact with Quinn might be too much for you to handle— and your boobs exposed, since your sweater rode all the way up.

You can feel your orgasm starting to build up and just when you’re about to warn Quinn about it, he pulls his fingers back, making you cry, loudly.

“Wha— why?” you sound needy and desperate but you pay it no mind.

Quinn smiles, so sweet and kind that you wouldn’t even imagine what came out of his mouth afterwards.

“You’ll come on my cock tonight, sweetheart. I’ll make sure of it.”

The rest of what happens is basically history.

He removes his sweatpants and his dick hits his stomach, the tip almost purple with how red it was. The precum leaking from it made you lick your lips, imagining how good it would feel to have that in your mouth.

He throws the pants somewhere, and lays on top of you, right in the middle of your spread thighs. He looks down and holds his dick, rubbing it up and down on your folds, mixing your wetness with his, and just the view is almost enough to make you come.

He rubs the tip on your clit, and you watch as your swollen, needy button throbs under the nasty touch, and how your pussy leaves his dick glistening with how wet you were.

“I’ll fuck you now, okay?” His voice is calm, and soft, different from previously. You nod, smiling shyly. “Words, baby.”

“‘Mkay,” you answer, closing your eyes as he inserts himself inside you, slowly.

You can feel your walls opening up for him, and even though you’ve had sex before, nothing will ever top this. He’s thick, and you can feel him everywhere, deeper and deeper.

“Holy shit, Quinn,” you say, turning your hands into fists.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he hisses, putting his hands on each side of your face. “Squeezing me so good, fuck, Y/n, I might come in seconds if you keep squeezing me like that.”

He removes his dick from you, leaving just the tip, only to slam it back in you, fucking you senseless, just like he told you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room almost as quick as the tears fell from your eyes, the feeling of finally getting what— or who— you wanted making you cry tears of joy.

He kept fucking you, and once his lips found yours once again, you knew you were done. You came on his dick, like he said you’d do, moaning inside his mouth and pulling his hair, harshly.

“Fuck, Quinn, uh,” you inhaled his scent as his naked body engulfed yours completely. “Fuck, fuck.”

“It’s like you were made to, uh, take my cock,” he grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier, a clear sign that he was about to come. “Say it, baby, tell me what you were made for.”

“Quinn—”

“Say it, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“I was made to take y-your cock,” you sob. “O-only yours.”

“Only mine?” you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Only yours.”

“Good,” thrust, “Girl.” Thrust.

He takes his dick out of you just a few seconds before he comes, and the loss of it makes you whimper and hide your face in his neck. The warm feeling of his come against your used, swollen cunt is enough to get another orgasm out of you, even if a little bit weaker this time.

You both stay silent, only the sounds of your breaths filling up the room. The weight of his body on top of you is comforting, and even though you know he’s not putting all of his weight on top of you, you feel safe either way.

“Thank you,” you mumble, barely audible, since your face is still in his neck.

He chuckles, breathless. “What are you saying thank you for, baby? I should be the one saying thank you.”

“You just made all of my wet dreams come true,” you explain. “Even if we’re probably going to hell because no one should be having sex on Christmas.”

Quinn laughs and rolls to the side, resting his head on the pillow. “Touché, sweetheart, touché,” he turns his head to the side and looks at you. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

You smile. “Merry Christmas, Quinny.”

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[dustbunnylair]

Jujutsu Kaisen And It's Popularity Giving The Fanbase a Bad Reputation (JJK Spoilers)

Jujutsu Kaisen has currently become extremely popular not just in Japan, but also in Western Countries. At first, I wasn’t too concerned about it gaining popularity, I’ve been a fan since the first season was animated so I was quite glad it was gaining a fanbase. I really didn’t care if Gojo was getting popular, that’s fine, but it started to concern me when I realized people are debating over what ships are and aren’t canon.

First off, let’s go over the definition of shipping. Shipping is when people in a fandom or fanbase of fictional media start shipping fictional characters within that fictional media. But within shipping, it is EXTREMELY important to note that shipping characters are only valid when it is fictional characters, legal, and nontoxic. This means pedophilia, incest, abusive, etc. relationships are invalid within shipping.

In Japan, the top ships are mostly illegal. Shipping minors with adults, eg; Gojo x Yuji, Gojo x Megumi, Sukuna x Megumi, Choso x Yuji (also incestual), etc. But in my opinion, specifically within the US, the top ships are probably SatoSugu (Gojo x Geto), NobaMaki (Nobara x Maki), ItaFushi (Megumi x Yuji), along with less popular ships that are more likely to be canon such as HaKira (Hakari X Kirara), and a very wholesome and canon one, ToMema (Toji x his wife)

Honestly like I said I don’t care if Gojo is popular or not, I think the only problem is that almost if not all of everyone likes him because he’s strong, which is also literally the reason people like him in JJK. I don’t really care if people sexualize him or say SOMEWHAT sexual things, I do think people take it too far within comments, but if it’s only somewhat sexual there’s really nothing you can do about it because he is 28 years old.

Gojo and Geto are very well-written characters, lore-wise. Technically they are platonic soulmates. I think the only excuse I’ve seen for people not liking SatoSugu is that Gojo is confirmed to show attraction to women, which isn’t a lie. He is attracted to an actual celebrity, Waka Inoue, or I guess, was, because he was 16-17 during his past arc. But following up that “theory” of him showing attraction to women, is that people can be attracted to both men and women, hence bisexuals, pansexuals, etc. Gojo is ALSO confirmed to be a womanizer because he is NOT loyal.

Another thing anti-SatoSugu shippers say to claim Gojo isn’t lgbtq+ or whatever, is that best friends exist.

…Because we didn’t already know that. Honestly, I think people forget headcanons exist. Headcanons are when someone believes or interprets something about a character, for example: thinking they are trans, gay, lgbtq+, neurodivergent, etc. It doesn’t mean that it is genuinely true and/or confirmed by the creator. 

And to follow up with people hating on SatoSugu, that the season 2 Gojo Past Arc argument scene, aka Geto’s last goodbye to Gojo, aka KFC break up/dumping scene. it is a real location in Shinjuku, Japan:

Not to mention that the day that they both died, December 24th, is Japan’s Valentines' Day and KFC is a meal that couples get on that day. During the afterlife scene in the Manga, chapter 236, Gojo says to Geto, “Satisfied? If you were among those patting my back... then I might've been satisfied,”. Some songs that are played and directed at Gojo and/or Geto, have very meaningful lyrics:

“Shame On Me” by Avicii (One of the two Gojo’s theme songs named by Gege)

Shame on me for lovin’ you

That’s what I get for lovin’ you;

You know I can’t live without you;

And all the things you put me through

are you baptized and born again? 

I’ma raise hell for the bitter end;

I’m a crazy little bitch in the first degree, 

shame on you for loving me.

Come Back Home by Two Door Cinema Club (One of Geto’s themes that Gege said was)

I know this isn't it

You'll hit your target someday

So now you're on your own

Won't you come back home

To see you're not that kind

And find the strength, to find the strength

To find another way

Alone Tonight by Munrai (a song specifically written for an official Geto + Gojo promotional video)

If I came to your place tonight, would you let me in?

Sakayume by King Gnu (A song played in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 portrayed towards Rika and Yuta’s relationship but also how Geto feels toward Gojo)

I'll dive into the sea of memories

And pick up the pieces of my love

And keep them in you forever.

Where Our Blue Is by Tatsuya Kitani (The first opening of Season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen, is written from Gojo’s perspective, confirmed here: https://x.com/skanaaa_/status/1690104150045184000?s=20)

Even now, blue resides

Even now, blue remains clear

No matter the prayers or words

Though they draw near, they never reach

It's like a quiet love

In the summer-like colors running down my cheeks

The words that curse you are stuck in the back of my throat

Akari by Soushi Sakiyama (first ending for Season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen, the lyrics “Show me your blushing face once more” is confirmed to be Gojo speaking to Geto from an interview, the interview is here

Realizing that something seemingly everywhere

Exists only here

Even trivial conversations are fine

Show me your blushing face once more

SPECIALZ by King Gnu, The letters used in the lyrics “I love you 6a6y” are speculated to likely represent Gojo and Geto, hinting at Gojo’s six eyes. the lyrics "get 1○st iπ 31" can be related to Geto and 31st October when the Shibuya Incident took place. Daiki Tsuneta later confirmed in a TV show called 日曜日の初��学 that the lyrics were indeed intentional; in this specific manner: "get 1○＝夏油/Geto, st＝悟/Satoru, 1○ 31＝10月31日/October 31st, get 1○st iπ 31＝get lost in me(我に返る)"

n short, people think that because the fandom and/or fanbase of Jujutsu Kaisen are shipping illegal ships, over-sexualizing characters, arguing over legal/non-problematic ships, arguing what is and isn't canon, or arguing about who is and isn't gay, the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom/fanbase is slowly turning into the My Hero Academia Fandom. Honestly, it isn’t too far off, and it’s unfortunate that Jujutsu Kaisen is getting a bad reputation. Unfortunately, anything that gets popular on social media, especially TikTok, will have bad sides of the fanbase/fandom. 

All things aside the over-sexualization of adult characters, shipping illegal ships, people arguing over simple legal ships, and arguing what is and isn't canon or who is and isn't gay. Shipping legal ships and having non-offensive headcanons, isn’t wrong, and it shouldn’t always be looked down upon. If someone is shipping characters way too far and telling someone to harm themselves because they don’t agree with a ship, then yes, that is something we should look down upon. Shipping can also be platonic, hence why people call Geto and Gojo both soulmates AND platonic soulmates. 

To be honest, I think the only people I’ve seen hate on SatoSugu are straight cismen or straight people in general, people who can't handle that gay ships will exist at times, and/or SuguShoko (Geto x Shoko) Shippers and GojoHime (Gojo x Utahime) Shippers. It’s fine if you disagree with it and still continue to respect other people for their opinion on the ship, but if you are just gonna talk about what is and isn’t canon I will believe you live in a world of delusion. If you wanna talk about what is and isn't canon Utahime despises Gojo, she would never get with him and Gege said Shoko would rather die than get with Geto and/or Gojo.

Thanks for listening to my yapping. Please respect others’ ships as long as it isn't a pro/comship, and just respect people in general, unfortunately, the world doesn’t do that enough, especially on social media.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c24. Christmas.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: La sera dei miracoli, Lucio Dalla.

abstract: It's Christmas. it's Alba, I'm better now. I know you weren't expecting all that sweetness last chapter hu? brace yourselves, this one is even worse (literally nothing happens). anyway, I'm a fucking chef.

It was December 24th. She spent all day cooking and cleaning. It was surreal, she had come to life again to be the perfect housewife. She woke up at seven, took Jinx out, who was very happy to see her run with him and play fetch in the park. She cleaned her apartment, she did the laundry, swept the floors. She turned on the humidifier, put in lavender essential oil inside (yes, she really liked lavender). She proceeded to start cooking after lunch, she did dessert first. She made a simple chocolate cake that didn't require an extensive preparation and didn't need to rest. It was meant to have a fragrant external crust and be softer inside. She put on some music, she was singing along, she had her whole fridge restocked with fresh ingredients for Christmas dinner. She was a whole different person. It was probably too much food for two people. Two people as in her and Simon. He did, unbelievable I know, agree to Christmas dinner at her house in the end. 'Sure, okay', he had said, probably too embarrassed to say no in that moment. He had nowhere to go anyways… She asked him if he was allergic to anything, she was gonna make sure to add it to her shopping list. He said strawberries. She told him to bring wine, white wine. Goes with fish, cause yes, she was gonna cook fish. In Italy they don't eat meat the day before Christmas, a religious deal. She was going to have a fish based menu, it sounded fancy and she wanted to impress him. It was the first time she had ever had anyone over at her apartment. Salvo didn't count cause he was practically her brother and they usually had instant ramen together. She wanted to make a good impression, she hosted quite a few big dinners when she was in uni, hundreds with Salvo, and when she visited his family in San Francisco she always helped setting the table all pretty and cooking with his mom. She prepped two large cod fillets by marinating them with a few herbs and lemon. She checked on the cake, trying not to have Jinx jump inside the oven to eat it. She was almost anxious to have Simon over, not because of the fact he was who he was, but mainly for the cooking, and the menu and her apartment which was small and not too great…

He showed up exactly at eight, the time they had agreed upon. He had a bottle of wine in one hand, a box of chocolates in the other. Cause what the fuck are you supposed to bring for a Christmas dinner? Let alone, Christmas dinner at her house, them two together. He couldn't show up empty handed… Or maybe he could, he wasn't sure, he wasn't used to this. He debated on cancelling on her, he thought about it all week. He didn't have her phone number and he didn't want to ask Price, it would have sounded suspicious. He had to stop showing up at her workplace, so that was a no. Showing up at her house just to tell her that he wasn't going to that stupid Christmas dinner was gonna be even weirder. She had asked him in the worst timing possible, she had been crying and nearly got killed, he didn't feel like upsetting her further. And he had to come up with an excuse as well, one that wasn't that he hated Christmas for reasons he couldn't tell her. Last time he celebrated was so long ago he didn't even remember, he usually spent it at base, or drinking alone until he fell asleep. He sometimes went back to Manchester, though he stopped for a while. It was a time of sadness, a time of sorrow and deep anger. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to eat, he wanted to be alone in his grief. He got the stupid chocolates cause he wanted to be polite, and he used to bring chocolates to his nephew back in the day when he went to see him… The only thing that kept him from cancelling was the fact that she was alone as well, for Christmas. He felt like he could endure an awkward dinner, so she wouldn't be alone. He felt out of place, he walked away from base like he was sneaking out. And he kinda hated himself for it, he was sure many men would have been be thrilled to be invited to dinner by someone like Alba. He didn't look the part. He wasn't made for that, and he wasn't going to change.

When she opened the door he knew he was doomed. The house smelled heavenly, there was music playing, the lamps were giving the living room a fait and tender orange aura. She was standing there, smiling. She had her hair up tied with a hair clip, she was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats. She was dressed to spend a night in, but still looked extremely put together. She looked gorgeous, that is. At her feet, Jinx was trying to get out the door and whining for attention. She said hi and let him step in. She was thanking him for the wine and telling him to put the jacket on the sofa. When he noticed the table he understood how much of a mistake going there was. She was fucking too much, she was unbelievable. What the actual fuck did I get myself into…

There were two tablecloths on the kitchen isle, a cotton one and a paper one, the ones you can throw away after use. She had drawn on the white paper with a black sharpie. She had drawn two plate shapes, two round shapes where the wine glasses stood and wrote 'Simon' on the side. He stood petrified looking at his name in that beautiful cursive handwriting, the letters majestically floating just above the plate shape. 'Alba' was written in the same handwriting on the other side of the isle. Simon and Alba. He didn't belong there… 'I saw it on Instagram', she said, circling him and getting to the fridge. 'The drawings', she added once she noticed he was still standing in the middle of the living room. He managed to swallow the lump in his throat and put down the wine and chocolate. 'Oh, thanks, these look nice.' She took the box and inspected the flavours list. She would tell him later that dessert was covered… She gave him a bottle opener while she got the appetisers from the fridge. 'So this is hummus I made, and this is a ricotta cheese spread with basil and honey', she set two plates on the counter in front of him. She had two types of tortilla chips in a little bowl, and in another plate, cucumber and carrots to dip in the whatever she had made. She set everything in front of him and finally stopped to properly look at him for a second. He looked incredibly lost. He looked small, he clearly was out of his comfort zone. He looked out of place, behind him was her small home library and her paintings on the wall, he looked like a fish out of water. She let her sight linger on the features that weren't covered by the black mask. His messy hair, his forehead, his cheekbones. His nose looked more crooked than usual, his eyes a mixture of frightened and surprised. For a second she thought the drawing was too much, or maybe the food was too fancy for him. She quickly changed her mind, the hummus was fucking amazing and homemade, what more did he want uh? Plus, she had pasta and fish to serve, it's not like he would starve…

'Sit down.' It was an order, but her voice was too soft to sound intimidating. Jinx had immediately started bothering him, trying to get him to give him some food. 'You can take off your mask, I'll turn around.' He looked at her turn to the stove, getting a pan and removing something from it, then he heard the sizzling of onion or garlic or something like that? She was moving like a professional, chopping stuff and stirring what looked like spaghetti… He didn't know how to feel, it was like he stepped into another reality. The smell of fish and rosemary, the faint music, her. She had turned around so he could eat. It was considerate of her, no? He tried the hummus, which was very nice and spicy. The other dip was fresh and aromatic, a good balance of sweet and sour, he was impressed. 'You're not gonna eat?' She didn't turn around. 'Yeah later, this is just appetisers.' He nodded even though she couldn't see him. She took the lead of the conversation. 'What wine did you get?' He quickly grabbed the bottle and started opening it, so he could keep himself busy. 'Hum… chardonnay?' he said. 'Good choice.' He wanted to tell her it was probably a cheap bottle. He realised he should have gotten a better one. He should have gotten more chocolates and maybe something else, he wasn't at her level. She strained the pasta. He asked her if Jinx could have a chip, she said only a small piece. 'Can I turn around?'

Now, he really didn't expect she would ask. He didn't really eat around people, when he drank in public settings like a pub, he kept his mask on his nose or made sure to have it on most of the time. She already saw half of his face when they ate that burger together. He thought about it for what felt like hours, deep down he wanted to be normal, he wanted to feel at ease and just relax for a second, she had even asked him permission... He put his mask back on and told her to turn around. When she did, she placed a pan on the table. 'Calabrese', she said. 'It's from a region in the south of Italy, I had a roommate that was from there.' She served him a good portion of spaghetti, topping them with the sauce that was at the bottom of the pan. 'Melted anchovies, chilli pepper, tomatoes…', she grabbed a small bowl, '…toasted breadcrumbs and basil, which are optional but recommended.' She raised her eyes to look at him, in sitting quietly on the small stool with is shoulders curved foreword. 'I can go eat on the sofa if you want, it's not a problem.' She wanted him to trust her really bad. The fact that he had that fame of unbreakable soldier with a hard past intrigued her, she wanted to know him and she felt like she had the power to do so. She was polite, she was respectful of his boundaries, she was understanding and would not push him. She wanted him to feel alright in her presence.

He felt that from the way she was talking to him. He felt dizzy and uncomfortable, she was putting him in a position of complete control over the situation, she was giving him a choice and offering to keep his face concealed, his identity protected. Protected from what, he wasn't at war, fucking hell. He was with the girl he had thought about at night, truth be told. He was with Alba who he had talked to before, in situations in which he went to see her because he craved her presence. He was with her right that second. She had cooked all that just for him, she let him into her house, him specifically and only him, her fucking dog was licking his shoe right that second.

'No you can stay', he slowly peeled off his mask and put it aside.

'There's your name written on the table.'

notes: nice… pasta recipe soon?? also December 24 and it's chapter 24, guys I'm a witch.

notes: i hope you liked the' first hug' moment in the last chapter and this kinda first moment alone together. a reminder, these two have a enemies to colleagues to major enemies to lovers kinda trope sooooo... I don't know, we'll see what happens I guess, I have a few more chapters written down and then it's season two. we'll just have to wait and see eheheheh. love y'all.

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[epickiya722]

Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it)...So I just have an interesting discussions with my JJK moots (also fics writers) last night. There are 5 of us and we all have different ships (A = nanami/gojo, B = gojo/yuji, C = gojo/utahime, D = sukuna/yuuji & itadori/fushiguro also an anti gojo, and E (me) = gojo/ geto).

One of the thing that interest me is, when I asked the first three people why they include Getou in their fics. You know what they said? "We can't imagine Gojo without Getou's influence. So we made Getou as the 'memorable and unforgetable ex- lover'. Getou also fit as Gojo's 'one and only best friend'." And when I asked the fourth one, who do you ship Gojo with. They said, " I really dislike Gojo as a character so I can only see Gojo with Getou as the most reasonable ship."

Until now I was still surprised that even among non- SatoSugu shipper and anti Gojo fan, they can't deny the special bond between Gojo and Getou. And that's why they are my otp.... Sorry for this long ask, hope you don't mind....

Happy Holidays to you, Anon! I don't mind the long ask, it's all good! 😁

That does sound like you had an interesting discussion.

Now, personally for me, I do like Gojo as a character and yep, I have my ships for him. First one happen to be Gojo/Nanami, like that was my first Gojo and Nanami ship. Still like it. It's the only other Gojo ship I like. And of course, right now, I'm a fan of Gojo/Geto.

The movie did it for me because ain't no way you recognize someone from his scent of his energy and you haven't seen him in 10+ years or you're going around renaming people with a name that sounds like your "friend's" name while also wearing a clothing piece that has his last name in its name!

For me, I happen to like the characters. I like how they are on their own and if I like the dynamic they have with another character then, yeah, I'd probably ship it romantically and still vibe with it platonically.

(There are some instances I won't though. Not all dynamics strike me as "they would potentially have a romance".)

It's always funny to me when there will be people who are anti-*insert character or ship*, yet can't even deny that ship's special bond between those characters.

I see it a lot for another fandom I'm in for a really popular ship and it will just tickle me to see some anti go "this character isn't gay" but then turn around and go "but their relationship with this character is kinda not normal... but they're not gay". They act like a character has to be strictly gay to actually have romance with another character. Honey, the word "bisexual" exist. "Pansexual" exists. There are so many options for sexualities.

Or even funnier when those characters don't even show interest in the opposite sex like that and/or treat characters of that opposite the same way.

And honestly, I need some people to understand the difference between characters hating each other or just one character truly hates the other (AND IT BE EXPLICIT SOMETIMES) and having just a complicated relationship and not hate each other. Just because two characters are at odds sometimes, it doesn't always mean they hate each other. Especially, if they do things they won't do with anybody else.

Like, let's be real, whatever Gojo and Geto have cannot be compared with other relationships they have with other characters because what the hell?! Platonic or romantic, those two are soulmates!

When they separated from each other, I just... oh my gosh! It started going downhill for Geto when Gojo was assigned to more solo missions and when Geto deflected? Gojo really lost his damn mind! He really out here acting like that! He was so distraught, man made himself bleed!

"My one and only", "My soul knows otherwise..."

And in the dub, Gojo says "My heart and soul"!

Geto literally choking out his own body from beyond the grave because Gojo called out to him.

DECEMBER 24TH!!

It's like with those two... if another character told Gojo "if you can shoot that basketball into the goal, I'll give you a kiss" and then he'll purposely miss. Let Geto say it, he'll show out, shoot the basketball and get it in the basket ten times in a row.

Someone ask Geto "Well, what kind of people are you into", he'll probably go "definitely not you". Gojo ask? Heart eyes and "why are you asking? Are you into me?"

[whumpbug]

Hello Bug!! So I wrote a little fanfic about your boys Simon and Archie. I'm the one who sent you the prompt about Archie having a minor injury and showing up at Simon's apartment and ending up taking care of him, but I thought what you wrote was too perfect to add onto so I did something kind of different. I wrote something taking place during the two days Archie was in the hospital after his #1 Worst Injury. I also took the creative liberty of making it December 24th because why not

I don't know if either of your guys are actually Christian or celebrate Christmas but I still wanted to write a Christmas special because. wholesomeness

okay okay here it is I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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It was almost midnight. The only sounds were Archie’s labored rasps of breath and the heart monitor beeping steadily. The lights were dim, and the window had frosted over from the snow. Simon held his warm hand in both of his.

He reminded himself that he wasn’t to blame. He had to keep doing that, whenever his thoughts turned against him. He couldn’t have known what would happen, and there was no way he could’ve gotten there faster while still driving safely.

Still. It hurt. The image of Archie’s chest drenched in blood was something he’d never forget. He couldn’t have saved him on his own, so he had to take him here. Break his promise. And he hated that.

It couldn’t have been a worse time, either. He wanted to spend Christmas with Archie, but not like this.

Three soft knocks at the door. Probably a nurse, sent to check in on things. Simon forced himself to take a deep breath to keep his voice steady and called, “come in.”

His eyes widened when he saw a nurse, yes — but also four patients. All children. A dark-skinned teenage girl in a wheelchair held a large red box in her lap, wrapped with a green bow. A little redheaded kid — no more than five — had a handful of lollipops in the palm that wasn’t set in a sling. A boy on crutches with a dimpled smile and long braids was holding a book. A small girl with hazel eyes hugging a teddy bear was wearing a mask, probably due to a contagious respiratory illness. The nurse carried a pan of cookies.

For a beat, none of them said a word. Then the teen girl pushed herself forward and cleared her throat. “Hi. Is… is that really Vigil?”

Simon was stunned. He nodded.

“He saved me a-about a year ago. My name’s Natalie, but, um… back then, I was still going by Nathan. Did, did he mention me?” She asked quietly, curling a strand of her hair on her finger.

It took a minute, but Simon did recall — last summer. “He mentioned a Nathan,” he said. “Car crash. Right?”

She looked timidly off to the side. “Uh, yeah. We talked a little after. And he made sure all of us got home safe, so… so I thought it’d be nice to…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I mean, it wasn’t just my idea. Everyone helped.”

The nurse smiled down at the girl — Natalie — then looked back up to Simon. “We wanted to bring Christmas to Vigil. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

Before Simon could respond, the redhead with the lollipops piped up, “these are for both of you!”

She ran to Simon with little thumping footsteps and offered them to him. “When he wakes up, I want you to tell him they’re from Emily and that he’ll be all better real soon!”

Simon didn’t smile, but his eyes shone. He reluctantly moved one of his hands away from Archie’s to take the lollipops and place them down on the nightstand. “Thank you, Emily,” he said.

“I’m not Emily, silly! That’s my grandma. He saved her one time from bad guys. She says to give him her ‘best wishes.’ My name’s Quinn.”

“Thank both of you, then,” Simon corrected. Eyeing her arm in a cast, he added, “you’ll be better soon too, Quinn.”

That got her to smile. The boy was next in line, limping up next to Quinn. He held out a quivering hand holding a worn cover of a novel. Simon took it and peered at the title. The Journey to Planet 56, by Emilia Robinson. Science fiction, space adventure. Alright, now Simon was smiling — this kid really had Archie pegged.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” The kid prodded, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Trust me, he’ll love it.”

“Say it’s from Cuauhtemoc,” he instructed. “Um, that’s me. Temo for short. That’s my very very favorite book. And I want him to have it, because he got my brother out of an icy lake. Tell him get well soon.”

“I will,” assured Simon. He set down the book next to the lollipops.

The little girl with the mask on was next. She held out the teddy, which Simon noticed was a somewhat realistic model of a fuzzy black bear. Simon took it gently. “Thanks,” he told her quietly, moving to place it gently on top of Archie, but she frantically shook her head and started signing something. He paused, puzzled. “What…”

“That’s American Sign Language,” the nurse explained. “I can’t see what she’s saying from behind, but earlier she told me she wanted the teddy bear to be for you. Her name’s Esperanza.”

Simon blinked. Slowly, he pulled the teddy bear back and looked at it. It felt soft and warm in his hands. “For me?”

The nurse handed the cookie tray to Natalie for a minute to tap the kid with the mask on the shoulder. He signed something to her — probably translating what Simon said — and she nodded to him.

She signed something else, and the nurse interpreted, “you deserve something nice too. For saving our Vigil, you are a real hero.”

Simon was speechless. A hero. Since he’d failed to save Archie on his own, that was the last thing he dared think of himself as. The thought made his eyes sting and blur with the threat of tears. He took a deep breath to keep himself from crying, because he refused to — at least until all the kids were done visiting. He looked up at the nurse. “You know ASL?”

“My mother is Deaf, so it’s actually my first language,” he affirmed. “You want to say something?”

“Tell her… thank you.”

“Tell her yourself. It’s like this,” he said, pressing his fingers to his chin and then holding it outwards with a flat palm. Simon looked back to Esperanza and mimicked the motion as best as he could. Her mouth was concealed by the mask, but joy bloomed in her eyes. It reminded Simon a little of Archie — the way his smile lit up his whole face.

Natalie handed the cookie tray back to the nurse and wheeled closer to Simon. The other kids moved out of the way. She picked up the box in her lap and showed it off to Simon. “Do you… want to do the honors?” She asked quietly.

Simon considered it, but eventually shook his head. “Vigil should. It’s his gift, after all.”

“Okay,” she said. “I hope he likes it. We all pitched in to get it for him…”

“I’m sure he will,” Simon assured. He took the box from her and set it down gently on the floor. It was surprisingly heavy. He wondered what it was.

“And last but not least,” the nurse said, holding up the cookies. “These are for everyone!”

A chorus of cheers broke out among the children.

It was past midnight by this point, certainly. Christmas. And now, it kind of felt like it.

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So uhh what do you think? I usually write in present-tense but past-tense seemed right for this story

Also you get complete creative freedom about the ending. Do you think Archie woke up for cookies or did he get some a few hours after everyone left? If he woke up while everyone was still there, what did he say to them? What did they say to him?

And if he woke up after everyone except Simon was already gone (probably to their rooms because it is way past all of those kids' bedtimes), what did Simon tell Archie about the visit he missed and all the gifts he got?

Thank you so much for the go-ahead on fanfics Bug!! This was so much fun

also yes I made up the title and author of the book. I would've used a real one but sadly I am not in possession of any sci-fi adventure books

anon. anon i need you to listen to me. [grabs u by the shoulders]

when i say i cried real tears while reading this, i am not exaggerating at ALL.

THIS IS THE SWEETEST, WARMEST MOST WHOLESOME FIC I HAVE EVER READ AND I GENUINELY TEARED UP. im sorry it took me so long to reply i reread it like 10 times already. i LOVE it. SO. MUCH. everything, EVERYTHING about this fic was perfect but i'm going to talk about some of the highlights under the cut and then answer what i think the ending would be

HERE WE GO!

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okay right away i just want to say anon??? your writing style is SO so so good???? like i was captivated the ENTIRE time

simon blaming himself is so painfully in character. like no simon you are not a bad person because you couldn't literally teleport to archie's location take a deep breath

ALSO THIS BEING A CHRISTMAS FIC MADE MY HEART SO SO SO HAPPY UGH

the thought you put into all the other patients??? the care?? god i don't know how you managed but i'm now attached to all of these kids they're so precious

NATALIE IS SO SWEET and i love the headcanon (well now its canon) of archie telling simon about all of the people he saves and simon remembering them

quinn is SO silly. also is this a reference to the little old lady he had saved in the hypothermia fic??

same with temo is his brother the kid that i made nearly drown in that fic? (sorry temo's brother)

EITHER WAY I LOVE IT AND ALSO TEMO GETTING ARCHIE A SCI-FI BOOK???? MY HEART. MY HEART IS EXPLODING. ANON YOUR ATTENTION TO DETAIL

GOD and little esperanza remembering simon. i want you to know that after those kids left simon sobbed. the wholesomeness was too much for him.

also anon i am so curious. WHAT is the box. this is my personal pandora's box im so so curious

GOD i just love everything about this. you made every single character in this so so so loveable and real and human and it just made me so so so happy. i hope you know my day, year, LIFE, has been MADE. thank you so so SO much

what do i think happens next?

okay anon i honestly think i might even write a little drabble for what happens next because i'm OBSESSED with this scenario, but i'm not going to put it here so the post doesn't get too long. but keep an eye out for that because this scenario is SO perfect.

essentially, i don't think archie would wake up while the kids were there. i think he'd probably stay mostly asleep, what with how drugged up he is.. BUT when he wakes up the next morning and simon tells him about what happened and where all these gifts came from, i think archie would start bawling.

like i think archie would be so touched and happy that it would just come out in a burst of tears and simon would probably join him because 1) he is equally as touched and 2) that man is sleep-deprived and emotional because of it.

the two would have a little tiny christmas morning celebration, they'd watch TV together, archie would read his book, but i think simon would probably fall asleep on accident later in the evening.

which gives archie the perfect oppurtunity to sneak out of his bed and go around thanking each of the kids. (simon would have stopped him if he was awake because. yknow. archie is still recovering from a bullet wound. but. archie is just sneaky like that.)

WELL ANYWAYS, thats what would happen in my mind. archie would find some way to thank them. he'd be too grateful not to.

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okay real talk. anon thank you so so so much. since i was little, i dreamed of the day people would actually Care about little ocs and characters i made and it means SO much to me that you and other people like them. thank you SO SO SO much for writing this and as always, if you ever write more for them, know that i will be EQUALLY as thrilled. this is definitely a highlight of my YEAR. thank you thank you thank you!!!

[camrynsthoughts]

healing my inner child.

as a kid, I loved doing just about anything as long as it wasn’t being dragged to the dentist or the doctor. I was such a creative child, constantly making videos or parodies with my friends. music videos, making up songs/lyrics, anything like that I loved. I loved being in the presence of my friends and my family members when they were around. walking to kylie’s house to play outside with the other kids on her street, playing cops and robbers on layla’s block, going to Rockies for the weekend and making stupid skits on my iPad. I loved going to the park with my mom or dad and swinging on the swings while talking. or hanging out in my grandma’s room when she lived with us at my house and playing on her iPod touch or her laptop. and don’t even get me started with reading her my diary of a wimpy kid books out loud before going to bed and her and I cracking up. I've always loved being in the presence of others that I loved. playing with toys, sitting in my living room playing guitar hero world tour with my mom on the drums and me on the guitar. I even remember when I was very little playing like I was an acrobat in a carnival and my dad and mom would throw and flip me around on our sectional couch and I'd land my stunts I'd do like I was a mini performer. I loved going down the street to Sweet Tooth in downtown highland to get blue moon ice cream with my dad. I loved going to Florida on vacation with my whole family and playing in the pool all weekend and playing mini golf at the resort. I loved visiting Canada and either swimming in the hotel pool or down the street at the community pool when I’d stay at my dad’s mother’s home. When I became older, but was still a child, I loved writing and reading and losing myself in pieces of art. I’d get lended books from Mr Gough and I’d read them front to back and would be so excited to share my thoughts and get new books to fly through. I loved escaping into music and daydreaming about all the concerts I’d attend one day. I even really liked music as a young child. I’ll never forget my cousin showing me YouTube when I was little and watching so many music videos and weird al parodies. I remember I had a little portable CD player with headphones and would bring them with me anytime I’d have to be in a car. I was in my grandpa’s pick up truck sitting in between him and my cousin, with my headphones in and my portable CD player in my lap. I was, apparently, singing out loud with no shame along to the songs that were playing into my ears. I believe they told me to stop... or they laughed at me. I can’t remember. I remember learning all the lyrics to On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez on YouTube and then gathering all my family around so I could perform and sing them the whole song. I really had no shame. I was just having fun. I loved writing make believe stories like I was an author and I remember even indulging into poetry in middle school (which I have grown to hate, a lot.) I loved doing just about anything.

From all these activities I loved doing as a child, I honestly love doing them all still to this day give or take the family members and friends who aren't in my life anymore. I think if I as a kid knew the people who aren’t in my life anymore, she’d be really sad. I came across a photo of me from a family vacation last night. It was dated December 24th, 2008. I was eight years old and I was happy and I was surrounded by family; My mom, dad, aunt, cousin, grandma and grandpa. If eight year old Camryn knew that majority of those people were strangers to her now, I don’t even want to know what she would think. I probably would’ve acted un-phased because, well, that’s what I ended up doing once each person left my life one by one. I acted like I could care less. But growing up, that was far from the truth. If eight year old Camryn knew her whole life was going to flip upside down just a year after that vacation, she would be semi shocked. Her dad has left before, but he always ended up coming back home. But if she knew that last time he left that he’d never be back, I wonder if things would’ve happened differently between my dad and I’s relationship. If eight year old Camryn knew she was going to go from being “daddy’s girl” to only having her mom in the picture as her caretaker, she’d probably feel weird... It’s sad because before the age of eight, I have no core memories with my mom. I really was conjoined at the hip with my dad. If eight year old Camryn knew that nineteen year old Camryn wasn’t even going to be slightly phased by the death of her grandpa, she would’ve been disgusted. it was sad having to see my mom go through those emotions, but I had none. at the end of the day, we weren’t close and I never got to know him once I grew older. that’s not my fault, but eight year old Camryn would never be able to understand. If twelve year old Camryn knew she would go back and forth with being friends with Layla, she wouldn’t believe it. She probably wouldn’t even imagine the hurtful things we have said to each other now. If fourteen year old Camryn knew she was going to end up going to college for writing, she’d be so proud.  But she’d be confused as to why I don’t write or read as much anymore. What fourteen year old Camryn doesn’t know is that my brain is fried out now. That creativity I once had has unfortunately escaped my body. But it’s okay, she is on the journey to getting it back. If seventeen year old Camryn knew that reaching out to her grandma would result how it did, holy fuck she would be destroyed. Me and my grandma were always so close and she was always my favorite family member. If she knew how badly that relationship wasn’t there anymore once she was back in her life later on, she’d probably never would've  reached out to her in the first place that one night. And that’s really sad. One thing that eight year old Camryn would be happy to know if that she still has an amazing friend group that is there for her always. So at least that hasn’t changed.

If I could say anything to my thirteen year old self, I’d tell her it’s okay to let people into your life. You’ll learn life lessons through everyone you let in and it even allows you to learn more about yourself, which is necessary. When I was younger, I was so avoidant to meeting new people and hanging around new people. I really only talked to those I was already close with and others I did not trust for a second. I grew out of that by the time I was in high school thankfully. But I’ll never forget when I was thirteen, I would say I was never going to get married or have children. I just wanted to be an independent woman and support myself and not have to rely on a single soul for comfort. My thoughts on that have changed, maybe not fully, but I’m still growing. But it’s definite that thirteen year old Camryn was just scared to let anyone in. What was the point of letting people come close to you and depend on them for anything if they were just bound to leave? Honestly, I don’t blame her for thinking that way and I almost even salute her for being grown enough at such a young age to think that way. Although it’s sad because there were under lying issues as to why I felt that way, it’s nice to know that at a young age I didn’t need to rely on others for myself. But I’ve learned, even though there are inevitable bad parts of letting others close to you, there are endless great parts about forming relationships with others. No matter how long those relationships last. 

If I could travel back in time, into my childhood, I honestly wouldn’t change anything. I always go back and forth with this idea but I think I always end up coming to the conclusion that everything happens for a reason and I wouldn’t change anything that I have ever done in my life. Without doing everything I’ve done in my past, and going through events I’ve had to go through, I wouldn’t be who I am today. my father leaving was inevitable, but if I had any power to stop that from happening, I honestly don’t think I would. if he never left, I strongly believe I would've turned out to be such a brat. I would've continued to get spoiled and I would probably turn out like the type of people I hate now. and that makes me cringe. if he never left, I wonder what type of relationship I would've ended up having with my mother. I was not close with my mom whatsoever when I was growing up at a young age. I remember when my dad left, I felt like I was living with a stranger. now I cannot imagine if me and my mom weren't as close as we are to this day, and I still sometimes think that me and her could be even more close than we even are to this day. still to this day, our relationship is growing and trying to find a happy place where we don't hurt each other as much. but I wouldn't want to have it any other way than that. if he was still in the picture, she could still be considered this “stranger” in my head, and that’s a crazy thought to even process. if I could go back in time and keep in touch with my grandma whenever she distanced herself from my mom, resulting in her distancing herself from me as well, I probably wouldn’t have kept in touch. when I was little, I didn't understand my mom and grandma’s relationship with each other. I didn't understand why they fought all the time and why my grandma disliked my mom so much. and honestly, until I was older, I always believed it was my mother’s fault. once I became older and learned the lore behind all of that drama, I always had my mother’s back. and I would never beat myself up for not reaching out. I was a child. fuck, even if I could travel back to my first love interests, I wouldn't do anything differently. I learned valuable lessons about others and myself that I would never trade for anything. all these events have made me the person I am today and I am okay with who that person is today. 

starting today, I need to realize that everything that happened that damaged my inner child was out of my control. I think I put this emphasis on my younger self that I could’ve made everything turn out differently, but I really couldn't. I wasn’t an adult, I was a child. and no child deserves to have to grow up and be the adult in a world full with adults. I beat up my child self for not reaching out, not answering my dad’s phone calls, for not trying harder to maintain these relationships that I lost throughout life. but that wasn’t my job to do. I was a child. I grew up too fast which makes me view my child self as an adult. but no matter how grown and mature I felt, I wasn't an adult. I was a child who spent her youth watching the relationships of adults crash right in front of her and thinking she was a reason for it. and she wasn’t. and she didn’t deserve to ever feel that way, ever. you can’t expect a child to end an already broken family that was broken long before she was around. and I think I need to finally come to an end with those thoughts. it’s not fair for eight year old Camryn and she deserved ten more years of feeling how she felt when she was eight and not feeling like she did when she was nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and so on. child Camryn did nothing wrong and I wish I could go back and tell her that. but starting today, she knows and she will continue to grow, learn, and prosper. 

[chaceccrawford-archived]

blanket forts and pillow fights | chaia

who: kaia ( @minicrawford ) & chace + hawkins, rivers and jones

date: december 24th, 2022

location: paris, france

summary: kaia invites chace’s nephews for a sleepover to their hotel room so his sister and brother-in-law can prepare everything for christmas morning.

warning: none

Kaia: Nothing was quite as magical as Paris over Christmas. That by itself would have already been a truth but Christmas not just with her husband but both of their families? Not even a hallmark movie could have come up with anything quite as perfect and yet, here it was, very much a reality. Where most people her age, or well, their age, perhaps would have viewed a family vacation like this a bit of an obstruction – after all being childless and free of responsibilities in a city like Paris would and could have its charms, Kaia wouldn’t have exchange a second of this for a weekend with just Chace, especially not over Christmas. To see their family blending like this was very close to the only present she would ever want to ask for or need and it was hard to imagine she��s ever be able to come up with something quite as magical for Chace, but at least she could promise his nephews a sleepover, blanket forts and everything to try and stay away to catch Santa whenever he‘d come through the chimney – a plan that obviously involved her being very convinced that the three boys would eventually fall asleep because otherwise she‘d have to come up with a very plausible solution. She had obviously asked Candice after dinner if she‘d be okay with sending the boys to their room and something told her her she probably gave her husbands sister a gift all by itself when she offered her a night without the boys and while Kaia had been giddy and excited to tell her husband, a bit of wine and a great dinner later she had somehow forgotten to inform him that they‘d be welcoming little guests later. Admittedly she might blame him for the oversight, the minute they‘d been back in their hotel room it suddenly was incredibly hard to not just walk over to him and kiss him, not even with the intention of things heating up so quickly but festive spirit combined with him having looked so incredibly handsome all evening had made that happen all by himself. She could actually swear her hands were suddenly unbuttoning his shirt without her even noticing and obviously from there on it seemed to have only been a small step to limbs tangled up in the pristine white hotel sheets that were her very favorite...and meant to be used for pillow forts, a fact that the excited loud knocks on the door and Candice voices shushing the overly excited boys reminded her of. „Don‘t hate me...!“ Kaia groaned against his skin, eyes meeting his. „I meant to tell you that we are going to wait for Santa and give your sister and Tony the chance to...do this?“

Chace: When the idea of the Paris trip first popped into his mind, Chace had questioned his sanity. Not because a trip to Paris over Christmas was an overall insane idea but taking their families with them could technically still have the potential for things to escalate between him and her mother again. But when things came together so smoothly while he was planning it, knowing that no one needed to be bribed to join, it started to feel like the greatest idea he ever had. Which seemed to be confirmed from the moment their families came together in Paris, no tense situations and everyone actually seemed happy to be… there with one another. Cindy was bonding with his mom over how different it was to raise a boy and a girl but how much they loved the siblings bonds, his dad and Rande talking about golf and whatnot and Presley was at least not giving him the cold shoulder anymore (maybe he thought he was quite alright after they’d actually spent some more time together lately). He wasn’t completely sure if it was just because of the holidays and the festive spirit that seemed to put at least some people into a better mood but he’d take it any day than a Thanksgiving 2.0 situation. Most definitely since this trip meant having their own room, and not sharing a wall with either of Kaia’s family members so they didn’t really have to think about being too… loud. From the moment her lips had met his, it felt like their clothes had become the most unnecessary items on their bodies, one that Kaia quickly took care of and earned her a low chuckle from him in response. No matter how determined they’d been to get rid of their clothes, something seemed to have interrupted that Chace hadn’t even taken note of, confusion written all over his face as he tried to pull himself out of this haze and the only thought that currently was on his mind: sex with his wife. It was admittedly quite difficult to come back into reality but the voices in front of their door eventually did the trick, the confusion now disappearing from his face and making room for a rather amused look he gave her. He wasn’t mad that she’d invited his nephews for a sleepover, maybe a bit disappointed they couldn’t continue this now but maybe he was naive for not expecting something like this to happen already. “You invited my nephews so my brother in law can bang my sister? That what you’re saying?” Chace laughed softly before he pressed another kiss against her lips and then looked down his body as another knock followed. “Good. Okay. Well, I think I’m gonna go take a quick and very cold shower and you get dressed and open the door for them?” He looked at his wife again, waiting for her to get off the bed and let her get properly dressed again while he made sure the bed didn’t look like they were just about to have sex in it before he helped her zip up and then disappeared into the bathroom to take said cold shower. “Auntie Kaia!” The boys called almost in unison through the door and Chace couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head, this was so typical of his wife but he’d lie if he claimed he didn’t love that about her.

Kaia: “No, I gave them the chance to spend an evening together while we look after the boys…and banging is a horrible word anyways!” Kaia argued laughing a little and followed his gaze when the realisation clearly had stated sinking in. “Or you’ll take a shot shower and finish what I started!” The brunette whispered into his ear before she stole one more kiss, clearly not really willing to let go of him just now and yet she did get up  relatively quickly and put her clothes back on and finally opened the door with one last glance back at the room to make sure everything and everyone was in fact decent. She had barley opened the door before the boys all stormed in, already chattering excitedly about their plans  because obviously the boys had thought this through and they would certainly be catching Santa tonight. “First one who reaches the phone can order snacks…!” Kaia called out after them while she still stood by the door to reassure Candice that the boys were in good hands and that Chace was totally on board as well, omitting the fact that he was although he hadn’t really been given much of a choice. Kaia was sure one day they’d both be glad to possibly use Tony and Candice in a similar way. “Just enjoy your night, we will be more than fine!” She reassured her one last time before she winked at her sister in law who didn’t seem opposed to leaving the boys with them at all. “Okay, if you boys didn’t order fudge I’m going to be so disappointed!” She announced grinning when the boys started telling her all they had ordered with room service, an order she made sure to quickly confirm with hotel staff and add some large hot chocolates with marshmallows for all of them, possibly regretting all the sugar in a little bit but for now it seemed like the perfectly reasonable idea. “You need PJs!” Jones told her, adding a quick “sleepovers need pjs!” Obviously Hawkins and Rivers enthusiastically agreed, only now seemingly realising their uncle was nowhere to be found just yet, almost running into the bathroom when she mentioned that he was in there, only letting go off that idea when she threw a pillow at them with a wide grin, something that thankfully seemed to be more than enough to cause them to immediately jump on the bed to tackle her, three small but mighty attempts for sure – a view chance was greeted with when he did come out of the bathroom. “Help me out here?” She asked her husband in between laughs which were only underlined by the laughs and shrieks of the boys whenever she reached on of them to tickle them.

Chace: Once he stepped out of the bathroom properly dressed for the sleepover in his pyjama and right into what certainly looked like a pillow fight/tickling match between Kaia and his nephews, Chace couldn't help the bright grin that instantly stretched across his face. Kaia didn't have to ask him twice to join and help her, grabbing Hawkins who was so focused on tickling his aunt that he didn't even notice his uncle walking into the room, the protesting sound he let out proving how surprised he'd been but that quickly turned into laughter when Chace now tickled him. "Three against one is a little unfair, don't you think so?" He teased his nephews to which Hawkins quickly countered "Two adults against three boys is unfair!" while he was still laughing. Only a few seconds later, he felt Rivers jump on his back in an attempt to help his older brother announcing his attack with a playful fight scream, his small hands now trying to get a laugh out of his uncle as he was struggling to find a ticklish spot - all while Hawkins used the distraction and escaped to now grab a pillow and throw it against Chace only for it to land on Kaia's head when it barely touched his arm, finally causing their uncle to let out a laugh. "I think you're not as helpless as you pretend to be!" He pulled Hawkins towards him again as he grabbed his foot causing his nephew to beg Kaia for help, promising to be on her team if she did. "And now you're trying to get my wife on your side? Rude. I don't know if Santa will like to hear that." His words were followed by another attack of all the ticklish spots he knew of while Rivers slid off his back - something he'd only waited for, catching the younger and focusing his tickling attack now on him. "Kaia! Help!" Rivers now joined in on Hawkins previous plea, interrupted by laughs, both his own and Chace's.

Kaia: “Don’t listen to your uncle boys, Santa and I are very close friends and he will love hearing pledge your allegiance to me!” Kaia joked when her husband playfully threatened the boys with an unhappy Santa which in hindsight has much less effect on them then it would have had on her as a child but they possibly were distracted by Chaces clever little manoeuvre that had them screaming and laughing simultaneously. There was a proud little grin spread across her face for the sole reason that the boys would choose to team up with her although she was well aware that it’d be just as likely they’d choose their uncles side again at the next possible moment. “You want help?” She asked finally as if she had to ponder their question before she looked at the boys conspiratorially “think we have a chance against chace if we try…?” She added to which the boys little battle cry was more than and answer which resulted in Kaia throwing her husband a playfully apologetic look, surprise not exactly on her side since she had announced her plan to help the boys and was quick to instruct Hawkins to tickle his uncle while he was tickling his brother, an order he followed with more enthusiasm than necessary for it to be effective, which in turn made it easier for Hawkins to wriggle out of his uncles grip only for Kaia to playfully tackle her husband onto the bed (which he knew he first of all was allowing her to do and second of all would have been an almost uncomfortable repetition of moments prior if it wasn’t for the boys immediately understanding that her holding their uncle down was the ideal way to attack him full force, little fingers tickling him mercilessly until the roomservice announced the arrival of treats, possible the only thing that could get the boys even more excited, almost tackling the poor waiter as they peaked at what was on the cart after they argued about who would get to open the door.

Chace: While Chace knew that kids need to be taught that they can’t always win, it was also too much fun to give in and see the joy written all over their faces when they thought they were winning - truthfully something that in turn gave him joy. But he also couldn’t deny that he was thankful for room service to eventually interrupt the attack and put the kids focus onto something else, the amount of food, especially sugary food, on the cart something that did cause him to raise his eyebrows and give his wife a look. “You let them order, didn’t you?” He asked quietly, amusement clearly audible in his voice even though he was well aware it would kinda backfire and the boys would be on a sugar high in no time. “Boys, boys, careful,” He laughed softly when he approached the waiter and hushed the boys back into the room, tipping him generously after Chace had made sure he could set everything up properly on the table in their room. Once the waiter had left, the boys hopped on the chairs by the table, Jones needing a little help from his uncle but once seated he grabbed a chocolate muffin munching on it happily. “Make sure you’re eating slowly, we don’t want you to get tummy aches again, right?” He playfully teased Rivers who’d been the one getting sick once before as he messed his hair up slightly, earning him an instant complaint which he only grinned at. “How much did you guys order? We could feed an entire football team with this.” Maybe he was exaggerating a little as he now finally sat down next to Jones, taking one of the hot chocolates as his gaze settled on his wife again, “You’re spoiling them.”

Kaia: When her husband asked if she had ordered she couldn’t help but grin and shrug, the assortment itself a very obvious indicator - part of her was surprised the hotel even had all their wishes, including little s’more kits on hand. “Are you actually going to make them eat at the table?” Kaia asked teasingly, loud enough for the boys to hear hear and exchange glances but they were anything if not well behaved and seemed to be content as long as nobody took the more than generous amount of treats from them. It was an ideal moment, while the boys were focused on their feast, to get changed into pjs herself, grabbing one of chances hoodies for comfort. She’d watch him interact with the boys while she was gone, door to the bathroom open just so she could hear them and she’d be lying if she’d pretend watching him with his nephews didn’t make her heart beat a little faster, a possible future opening up even though it might be a distant one. When she joined them at the table she couldn’t help but laugh at Jonses chocolate smeared face and the boys wild excitement that even Chace little warning couldn’t properly contain. “We can eat like a football team..we play foofballl!” Came Hawkins little witty reply, a comment Kaia would hardly disagree with, especially not when she was reaching for a piece of muffin that Jones had dropped and she happily popped into her mouth. “What do you say, should we see if Chace can make a fire and we can grill those marshmallows or…candlelight?” Kaia asked before she leant against her husband. “Only a little bit and they deserve it, it’s Christmas!”

Chace: “Yes, the Crawford-Romo household does have some manners!” He answered his wife, grinning as the boys considered another option for a second it seemed but quickly decided they’d rather keep eating than interrupt it to eat anywhere else. Jones was grinning bright at Kaia when she laughed once she returned, bopping his head to non-existent music, obviously very happy to be eating his treat. Chace rolled his eyes at Hawkins’ reply, probably something he should’ve expected because their witty replies didn’t come from nothing and maybe, just maybe because they’d watched their uncles behaviorism a little too often. “Yes please!” The boys replied in unison to their aunt’s question, all expectantly looking at their uncle now. “Of course they do.” His arm snuck around Kaia’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple before he looked over his shoulder at the chimney contemplating which would be less dangerous for the boys. “I think we’re gonna try with candlelights.” Getting up again to grab his lighter and a few candlelights, he put them on the table before taking his seat again, Jones instantly using the opportunity to climb on his lap this time. “Can you melt mine?” Jones asked Kaia, still too occupied with the muffin and licking the chocolate off his fingers. Meanwhile, Chace lit a few candlelights giving Hawkins and Rivers their own but not without telling them to be careful with the fire. Hawkins was helping his uncle by handing each their marshmallow on a stick before he started to melt his own, a little suspicious of the small flame but it did end up working perfectly.

Kaia: "Don't tell me you don't know how to actually light a fire!" Kaia teased softly when Chace got them all some candles and lit them for the boys. Jones climbing on his uncles lap distracted Kaia for a moment, her gaze on her husband – her mind flashing forward to something she knew could make him run and hide but it was hard not to think about the kind of dad he would be, especially knowing he'd be the all time best father ever. Shrugging out of her thought she nodded when she looked at Jones' expectant little face and grabbed a marshmallow and one of the sticks the hotel had brought alongside graham cracker and some chocolate. "Look at you guys being absolute experts!!" She told the boys grinning as she watched them, their little concerned faces so cute that it was hard to focus on the task at hand but she ultimately handed Jones his between two crackers, purposefully leaving the chocolate out since the boys face was still full of chocolate from his muffin. Holding up a second one over the flame she purposefully held it a little too close to it, earning a little gasp from the boys when it caught flames which she quickly blew out only to produce a perfectly molten marshmallow half of it hers, the other half offered to chace though she could not quite resist smearing it against his lips more than anything – this time earning a laugh rather than a gasp from the boys, a predictable but very welcome reaction.

Chace: "I do know, I just didn't want to risk Santa getting his butt burnt." It was more of a joke than him actually defending himself but his nephews at least thought it was funny and that was really all that mattered. Chace was the only one who caught the brief moment of her getting distracted, though he wasn't entirely sure what the reason was, the look on her face should've technically told him enough. He'd seen the same look on his sisters face when she watched Tony with the kids, and maybe he'd gotten the same one from his ex before but blissfully ignored it. To his own surprise, his first reaction wasn't a note to himself to make sure later she wouldn't get any ideas, it also wasn't exactly the thought that he wanted a family with her right now either but he at least didn't feel the urge to run. He knew he wanted this, their own little family, eventually with her. His focus went back to his nephews the moment she snapped out of it, glancing at Jones who happily waited for Kaia to prepare his s'mores, taking it from her without even complaining that there was no chocolate on it, somehow he had a feeling the youngest didn't even notice, the taste of chocolate probably still very prominent on his tongue. His gaze met hers when she tried to feed him, though Chace should've known she wouldn't just share her marshmallow with him without any mischievous plan on her mind, chuckling as she smeared it all over his lips. Something he obviously couldn't let her get away with, no, it had to have some repercussions. Which was exactly the reason why he instantly leant in for a kiss, making sure to leave some of the sticky marshmallow on her lips and also her chin as he trailed a few kisses down it. This time Hawkins and Rivers both told them to stop because kissing was 'ew' and only allowed today if there was a mistletoe above them, causing him to laugh in return. "Oh, so you're setting kissing rules in our room now? That's bold." Chace grinned at both of them, tempted to kiss Kaia again just to annoy them but he didn't. Not yet at least. "No, it's fair!" Hawkins argued, determined to make it an actual rule for their sleepover as he looked at both adults but the serious look on his face only caused his uncle to laugh again.

Kaia: She should have seen it coming, his sticky lips suddenly connected to her skin and she had to admit, the boys were right to call it “ew” though for different reasons than their general take on kissing. “You are a monster!” She told Chace laughing when he let off, not actually complaining about his touch every but it did amuse the boys so the mission was basically achieved. “It is fair because once you boys bring home a partner we will make all the rules!” This however did not amuse them, immediately arguing that girls were gross and they’d never bring them home, which the only amended slightly to let Kaia know she was okay. “I wish we had recorded this just so we could one day show it to your ‘gross’ partners and embarrass you!” She teased once more before she finally decided to eat what was left of her marshmallow, the taste already present in her mouth though thanks to her husband.

Chace: "You gotta expect payback when you do things like that!" Chace licked the remains of the marshmallow off his lips while trying his best not to laugh since that surely would cross his plans to get rid of the stickiness but the ongoing conversation between Kaia and his nephews made that task harder than he thought. "Good save there, boys." He commented when they assured Kaia didn't fall into the gross category, chuckling softly as he shook his head at their antics. "Oh, I don't think we need a video of this situation to embarrass them. They'll so get payback for this." Tilting his head slightly to look at his wife with a bright grin on his face, he then gently ruffled Jones' hair. "Except for him, he's the only nice one so we'll be nice to him too." Of course, a statement like this didn't come without protest from the other two, though they just kept insisting that there wouldn't be anyone they could embarrass them in front of in the future. Something Chace was already very sure wouldn't be the case and he secretly couldn't wait to see if they'd turn into the troublemakers he almost expected them to be. A couple more sugary treats and plans how to catch Santa delivering the presents later, the boys decided it was time for the blanket forts Kaia had promised them earlier - plans that Chace briefly crossed as he made sure they took a detour to the bathroom first and get their fingers cleaned. He was sure neither of them wanted chocolate finger prints on the white linen sheets of the hotel and while Hawkins and Rivers were quickly clean, Chace took a moment to properly make sure Jones' face was also chocolate-free before they returned, watching how Hawkins stood on the bed and gave his younger brother instructions where to put one of the chairs they were planning to use to support the blankets. "Reporting for duty, how can I be of help?" He teasingly asked Hawkins who ignored his uncles tone and just gave him one of the blankets' ends to place over the chair Rivers had just put into the instructed position. "Aye, aye, sir." He grinned as he grabbed the end and hung it over the chair, making sure it'd stay in position by grabbing one of Kaia's hair clips which he attached to the construction. While Hawkins was busying his brothers with his instructions and putting Kaia in charge of making the blanket fort cozy on the inside, Chace couldn't help but take advantage of the currently distracted boys as he snuck inside the fort apparently to help Kaia but he was rather on a mission to distract her - even if it was just for a few seconds. "Look what I found on the tray room service brought with all the snacks," He lifted his hand to present a mistletoe hanging from his finger, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at his wife. "It means we're not even breaking any of the boys' rules when we do this," His words were merely a whisper against her lips when he now kissed her, still out of sight from any of the aforementioned boys but just in case they were caught, he could at least blame it on the mistletoe.

Kaia: Jones has it quite easy with them, the youngest and snuggliest of the boys – his older brothers a cheekier and rowdier though she had a feeling Jones would follow into their footsteps eventually. While Chace steered the boys towards the bedroom Kaia quickly double checked their bed for any leftover...evidence of anything they perhaps would not want to explain to the boys – perhaps good practice for their future life when this would possibly be their own kids, and not his sisters. Kaia had been interrupted by Rivers and Hakwins though, both boys jumping on their bed for a moment before they decided how they were going to build that fort, instructions being given quickly and Chace roped in the minute he joined them in the bedroom again. The brunette almost argued when he used one of her hair clips to fixate the sheets but was distracted when she was given instructions to make the inside of the fort comfortable, several pillows and a leftover blankets placed inside to it all plush for them, only looking over her shoulder when her husband joined him in the fort, the mistletoe in his hand making her grin. "Ever had sex in a blanket fort?" Kaia asked him grinning against his lips, obviously not a thought they'd be able to follow right now but she could not help but entertain it for a moment. "we're totally leaving this up tomorrow...!" She then added with a smirk before she pulled him in for a kiss, the boys antics above forgotten for a moment while her lips greeted his with some the passion that had not exactly left the room after their interrupted earlier plans, though it did come to an instant halt when the blanket fort came down on them, clearly the boys having had a little too much fun outside of it. "Right....guess we are meant to get back to reality, no?"

Chace: Chace's grin mirrored hers at her question, muttering "Temptress," against her lips before he rather focused on the kiss - one that was much too short for his liking but it wasn't exactly bad that they quickly got pulled back into reality. "Yep..." He trailed off when he noticed that the room had gotten suspiciously quiet right after the blanket fort collided and just when his hand grabbed the sheet to pull it down, the three boys attacked them with pillows. "We said no kissing!" Chace laughed while he (unsuccessfully) tried to shield Kaia from the attack but at least he managed to grab the pillow from underneath him to fight back. "There was a mistletoe!" Though right now he couldn't find it anymore, figuring it had gotten lost when he tried to avoid getting hit by pillows or maybe already earlier when he almost started a make-out session with Kaia. "You guys are destroying all the hard work!" It was an attempt to make them stop, which once again wasn't really that successful but he at the same time couldn't really complain, pillow fights were far too much fun and it wasn't like it had taken them much time to build the blanket fort in the first place. While Hawkins was busy trying to pin his uncle down so he could no longer fight back, Chace's gaze searched for Kaia's noticing that Jones and Rivers had both chosen the tactic of stealing his wife's pillow to unarm her, chuckling at the sight of Rivers running with two pillows and leaving Jones to fend for himself. Those boys really were something. "Come on, boys. Can we call it a truce if you three get to decide which movie we're gonna watch?" He asked, interrupted by laughter while he was still busy trying to get Hawkins off his back, his question either getting completely ignored or the boys were too caught up in fighting the adults to even register it. "Why did you think this sleepover was a good idea again?" Chace teasingly asked his wife, grinning.

Kaia: “Do you boys have laser eyes or what?” Kaia asked laughing when the boys stormed the already destroyed fort, pillows drown and ready for attack. She wasn’t quite sure if they had just assumed that’s what was happening or if the boys had already seen right through Chace and her dynamic which wouldn’t be too surprising either. Her husbands mistletoe comment clearly done nothing to dissuade anyone, his attempt to shield her noted but not exactly fruitful, at least not until Rivers stole all pillows which seemed to end the game for Jones who then thankfully accepted her hug and cuddle into his aunt, which gave Kaia hope that a movie was in their future - even if it first was ignored by the rest of the rowdy bunch. “Consider it your sisters Christmas present!” She teased her husband back before she loudly declared “think jones gets to pick the movie…he’s the only one who isn’t attacking us and I’m her Santa appreciates that as well!” Clearly that was enough even for Hawkins to let go of his uncle and finally calm down at least enough to start discussing good movie choices with his brothers. “Are they old enough for home alone?” Kaia asked Chace though there probably was no way they’d get a movie choice in if they boys were already so excited just discussing options, though something told her they’d probably fall asleep before the movie ever got started - sugar high eventually deemed to crash

Chace: The grin on his face softened into a smile when he noticed that Jones was cuddling with his aunt, the sight unquestionably adorable. But it was also giving away that at least one out of three seemed to slowly but surely actually get tired - which was not something you could say about Rivers or Hawkins, at least not just yet. His gaze wandered from watching his nephews discuss movie options back to his wife, her suggestion causing him to playfully widen his eyes. “Do you want to them to turn into little evil Kevin’s? This movie is just going to give them ideas we don’t want them to have.” The conversation was overheard by the oldest, quickly overruling his brothers by telling Chace and Kaia that they want to watch Home Alone - and maybe this had exactly been his tactic to 1) make sure the boys wouldn’t take forever to make a decision and 2) trick them into watching the movie Kaia had technically chosen for them. He just knew it’d work if he made them think it was something that could potentially annoy the adults because they’d take the main character as an inspiration for future pranks. The decision whether they’d rebuild the blanket fort and watch the movie on the iPad or if they’d just make a cozy pillow paradise on the bed instead and watch it on the hotel’s TV was almost as quickly made when Jones climbed into the bed, giggling the moment his brothers joined with the intention of leaving all the work to the adults. “Taking a picture for evidence so Santa can spare himself the trip next year at least.” He teased his nephews as he took a picture with his phone before telling Kaia to join them for another pic and then taking a selfie with the four of them - certainly wouldn’t hurt to have some pictures of this wonderful time they were having. A wonderful time that ended, just like Kaia had already expected, with the three boys all asleep halfway through the movie.

[i-write-some-stuff]

Presents - jhs

Pairing: Hoseok x reader Contents: Some relatives invited themselves to the Christmas party at the last minute and now he doesn’t have presents for them and he’s freaking out. You’re the department store worker who’s hiding in the back of her zone because she’s very tired of being yelled at for not having a specific toy, but when you hear him nervously talking to himself in one aisle, you decide to help. Warnings: none Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Adorably clumsy Hobi. Enjoy! Find the rest of my holiday series here

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any BTS member in any way, shape or form.

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“This is ridiculous. Why can’t you just get it from them? They said they have it in stock.”

“Because that’s not how it works,” you said, staring at the client as if they were the stupidest person you’d ever met - and honestly, they probably were. “If you absolutely need that specific toy, then you’ll have to get it from that store. It’s out of stock for us, and there’s nothing we can do about it,” you explained again, your tone slightly angrier than the last time you said it.

“But I have a credit from here, so I want to purchase it here. Just call them and tell them to transfer the toy, it’s not that hard.” You took a deep breath, sticking a smile on your face before answering.

“Ma’am, it’s two different companies. We can’t transfer them, because they're different stores, run by different people, and therefore we have different inventories,” you explained slowly, and the woman shook her head.

“You know what? You are useless. Get me your manager,” she said, and you sighed.

“The manager isn’t-”

“Get. Me. Your. Manager. Surely you’re able to do that,” the woman said, and you glanced at her, fighting the urge to smash her head against the counter.

“Of course,” you said in your nicest voice, walking away from her to go and get your manager.

“Hey, Lia, there’s a customer asking for you,” you told your manager when you found her, and she sighed, asking what the problem was. You explained the situation to her, and she nodded, looking just as done as you were.

“Remind me why I agreed to be manager again?” she said, and you laughed.

“Is it alright if I take ten? I need it after dealing with that,” you said, and she sent you an apologetic glance.

“I’m sorry, but Woo didn’t come in, and Tae isn’t here before 2, so I need you on the floor,” your manager said, and you sighed, nodding. “You can take section 3, it’s slightly less busy right now, send Gina over to the register,” she said, and you nodded, doing as she said.

That’s how you ended up in section 3, hiding behind a rack of baby clothes as you aggressively texted your friends to rant about the shitty clients you’ve had today. You hid your phone whenever a customer came near you, but none of them was paying you any attention, too busy running around and getting their last minute gifts for their family. You always hated working on december 24th, but since you’d asked to have the 31st off, you had no choice but to work, no one wanting to trade shifts with you anyway. The store was always full of people running everywhere and complaining that you were out of the toy everyone wanted, and getting mad at you, the retail employee that has no control over anything, because you couldn’t make it appear out of thin air for them.

As you put your phone away and were gonna walk back into the alley to place some stuff, you heard a mumbling voice that caught your interest. He was on the other side of a tall rack, and you slowly and quietly placed some stuff, listening to the conversation he was having with himself. He was complaining about some last minute gift, obviously, but he didn’t seem to have a specific thing in mind, and you heard him sigh a few times. You debated with yourself if you should just keep listening, given that he was fairly funny, or if you should go out and help him, and you decided on the latter, turning the corner to the rack and coming face to face with him, almost bumping into him.

“Oh, sorry,” he said as he saw you, backing up a little. You didn’t expect him to be this cute, and you froze for a second, before shaking your head.

“Huh, hi. I was coming to see if you needed help?” you said, and he frowned, looking genuinely confused, until his eyes fell on your name tag and your uniform, and something seemed to click in his mind.

“Oh! Huh, no, I’m alright…” he said, looking at the baby outfit in his hand. He stared at it for a second, and you waited a moment, not really sure if you should leave or not. “Actually, I might need a bit of help, yeah,” he said, and you smiled.

“What can I do?”

“Okay, so I have this… aunt, I guess, she’s not exactly related to me, and I don’t really like her, but anyway she’s coming for Christmas with my family tomorrow, and I’ve had everyone’s presents ready for weeks, but then she called my mom last night saying she was coming and, she has kids, and-” he cut himself, looking up at you. A little smile had grown on your lips as he spoke, and he chuckled, looking down with an embarrassed look. “Sorry, I tend to rant when I’m nervous,” he said, before looking back up. “Not that you make me nervous, I meant more like, you know-”

“Christmas is a stressful time, yeah, I get that,” you said with a laugh, and the boy seemed to relax a little. “So, who do you have to get presents for?” you asked, glancing at the baby clothes in his hands.

“Well, my aunt, of course, and her daughter, who just had a kid. I thought I’d maybe get that for the baby, and huh… I’m kinda lost, for the rest, to be honest,” the boy said, and you nodded.

“Right. Well, that is very small, and it’s a great gift, but it’s a little more complicated to buy, regarding the sizes and everything,” you started, and he sighed.

“So you’re telling me that the one thing I selected isn’t even good?” he asked, and his little pout made you melt inside. He was adorable, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not bad, there’s just better. Here, come with me,” You said, taking him to another section. “Personally, I’d go with something like that, maybe?” you said, taking the little giraffe night light on the shelf. He looked at it with a smile as you handed it to him.

“This is adorable,” he said, looking at the price, before nodding at you. “Okay. What about the two others?” he asked, and you giggled, asking him a bit about his aunt and cousin. The two of you ended up chatting a lot, walking around the store to find the perfect last minute gifts for his new guests. The boy ranted some more, explaining to you that the aunt was actually his mother’s step-sister that he was introduced to barely a few years ago, hence the non-relationship they had. And from how he was describing her, she wasn’t the type of person you’d try to get close to, and her daughter wasn’t much better. You laughed a lot with him, exchanging stories about your own family and Christmas experiences as you walked around. You went with safe choices, the boy looking down at his phone when you both agreed on the last gift, gasping at the time.

“Oh my god, I have to get going. Thank you so much for your help, you were wonderful,” he said, and you shrugged, smiling.

“Just doing my job,” you said, and he smiled, looking around as if he was looking for something. You giggled, pointing towards the entrance of the store. “The registers are over there,” you said, and he sent you an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry. I told you, I’m kinda stupid when I’m rushed,” he said, taking a few steps in the direction you gave him, before turning around. “I’m sorry for taking so much of your time,” he apologized again, and you shook your head.

“You actually made my day a lot better, so thank you,” you said, and he had an adorable smile. He nodded in response, walking away again, before turning back and coming towards you.

“Actually, would you, huh, if… I mean, if you want of course, would you mind giving me- ah, damn it,” he said, dropping his phone as he tried to pull it out of his pocket. His hands were already full with the presents, and you laughed, bending down to grab it and handing it to him. “Well, huh… what I was trying to do was ask for your number, actually,” he said, and you smiled.

“I need you to unlock it if you want me to put it in,” you said, holding the screen towards him. His face lit up with a smile, and he quickly typed his code in. You found his contacts app and entered your name, along with a little gift emoji next to it. He watched and smiled even wider as you did so, his cheeks having turned a light shade of pink when you handed his phone back to him.

“y/n, that’s a pretty name,” he said slightly awkwardly, and you laughed, knowing he was just trying to make small talk. “Mine is Hoseok, by the way,” he said, and you smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Hoseok,” you said, and his phone rang, but it was already in his pocket. “You probably should go,” you said, and he nodded.

“Yeah, thanks again for the help,” he said, walking away from you as you said it was no problem. “I’ll let you know if they liked it!” he added when he was a bit further away, and you laughed.

“I’m sure they will,” you replied, laughing to yourself. You heard your name being called from behind you, turning around to see your manager coming your way.

“What’s got you all cheerful?” she asked with a smirk, and you shook your head.

“Nothing,” you said, and she eyed you for a second, but didn’t comment.

“Tae just got here, so you can go take a break. You can take 15,” she said, and you nodded, thanking her. You laughed to yourself as you walked towards the backstore, almost grateful for that annoying woman who tried to make your life difficult.

[spideyykid]

Christmas Grievings

By @spideyykid for @ChaiGirl8

Rating: T

Relationships:  Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, May Parker (mentioned)

Summary: Tony would like to think he wasn't the jealous type- in fact, he prided himself on being rather unaffected by other people's opinion. 

When tragedy strikes Peter Parker for the third time in his short life, Tony is thrusted into fatherhood, with all the ups and downs of taking care of a grieving super kid.

If only he can get the kid to call him by his first name.

My submission for @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Part 1 of 2, Second Part out December 24th (Tomorrow!)

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It happened on a Tuesday.

The day itself was inconsequential in everything but the fact that this particular Tuesday fell on Christmas Eve. The Tower- one of the highest points in and around the tristate area, practically glistened, its windows reflecting the early morning glow of the outside world.

New York had gotten more snow than what was typical of the holiday season, which had forced Tony to pull out and actually use his old pair of winter boots. They were probably the most neglected pair of footwear he owned, aged more by lack of use and unimportant enough to not warrant replacement. Still, the snow worked to reflect the rising moon's dim light, making the outdoors appear to shine brighter than usual- and illuminating the penthouse living room with a cold, bluish hue.

“Friday,” Tony grumbled and then coughed, a weak attempt of clearing the sleep from his voice, “Be a dear and turn on the lights.”

Tony winced slightly when the room filled with light, moving to turn on the coffee maker and grabbing a handful of almonds and popping them into his mouth. The fridge was filled with an array of breakfast options, but Tony could never stomach food this early- much to Pepper’s chagrin. Glancing at the clock on the wall to his right, the display showed the time to be just after four in the morning. Pepper had dragged him to bed sometime around midnight, claiming he needed the sleep, whatever that means, and Tony had begrudgingly let her. Honestly- a solid four hours was a definite improvement, and being up before the sun gave him ample opportunity to use the lab without interruption.

Grabbing the mug of hot coffee off the counter, Tony moved faster than what was probably appropriate of a man his age before sunrise. In his haste to exit the room- he almost ran smack dab into the Christmas tree placed near the entrance of the kitchen. Usually, Tony liked to leave such festivities outside his living area- but Peter had been so excited at the thought of decorating the place- well, Tony could hardly say no.

And that- was a problem, because Tony had never had an issue saying no in the past. Anyone else, and Tony would have simply rolled his eyes and informed them that there was a Christmas tree in the lobby they could gawk at. It wasn’t that he hated Christmas- quite the opposite, and Pepper always looked incredibly beautiful in whatever red dress she’d picked for the company's Christmas Gala- but all that extra fanfare was never really his thing. When he was a kid it was all clearly just for show, with hours dedicated to press coming by and snapping pictures of the coveted Stark family. He wasn’t even allowed to touch anything, his mother spending weeks meticulously planning and organizing the perfect layout. The presents under the tree were never really presents at all- simply husks organized to look picture perfect.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t spoiled rotten, in fact- there was always one box that was never empty. It would be placed on the edge and opened in front of reporters- never a toy or something he ever wanted. It was always something very adult and scientific, to show how smart and mature he was for his age, usually mechanical- something he could build.

Still, in recent years, especially now that he sort of had a whole “Brady Bunch Family Dynamic Fun Fest” going on- Christmas had been- sort of fun. With Pepper, Rhodey- and even Happy making an appearance. The latter would always pretend he had something better to do, and Tony let him act- but they all knew he appreciated the invite.

This would be the first Christmas with the kid, who would be spending the day with them. Pepper had already banned them from spending the entire time in the lab downstairs. Something about “quality time with the family,” which was frankly- absolutely ridiculous. Of course, Peter’s aunt would be joining them, and Tony didn’t feel like losing his limbs by pissing off the two. Who knows what they would do with both of their powers combined? Tony didn’t really want to test that out.

Thus- lab time, now- at four in the morning. Honestly- it was the perfect way to start Christmas Eve. Hell, he was in such a festive mood, he’d probably stick some fairy lights and a Santa hat on Dum-E, Peter would get a kick out of that.

Tony is so engrossed by the images in his head, the kid’s excited face beaming up at him over something so small and insignificant, that he doesn’t notice how long he’s stuck staring at the damn tree. It hadn’t even been decorated yet, that was something he was saving for Pepper and the kid, and Tony had to actively shake himself out of the trance he stuck himself in.

“Boss,” Friday’s voice finally broke him out of his head, “Incoming call from an unknown number- should I answer it?”

“Probably just a wrong number- decline it.” Even if it wasn’t, Tony was in no mood to deal with some Shield mission or an angry business partner from across the pond. Didn’t they know it was the holidays?

Not even five seconds passed before Friday’s voice repeated the very same message, Tony not even having the time to side step around the tree and out of the kitchen. Annoyed, Tony simply rolled his eyes and took a big sip of his coffee before answering back.

“Friday- block the number, please and thank you.”

The room fell silent once again, and Tony even gave the AI a good fifteen seconds of idleness before he felt his shoulders slump down. Rubbing his face, Tony downed the last couple of gulps of his drink before moving to refill his mug. He barely filled it halfway before being interrupted for a third time.

“Boss, Incoming call from Peter Parker- should I answer it?”

A chill ran up Tony’s spine- because all of that couldn’t be a coincidence. What could have possibly possessed the kid to call him at-

“Answer it!” Tony shouted, louder than what was probably appropriate. It had to be a coincidence, it had to. The kid probably broke curfew to do some patrolling- and would use the holidays as a get out of jail free card. Wouldn’t it be Karen calling then- if he was in the suit? Tony had half a mind to pull up the kid's vitals, but before he could commit to the thought, a voice he didn’t recognize cut through him like a blade.

“Hello? Is this Mr. Stark?”

That- wasn’t the kid.

“You have thirty seconds to tell me who the hell this is and why you have Peter Parker’s phone-” Tony’s furious speech was cut off by the women on the phone snapping right back at him.

“Listen, I’m not sure who you really are- but you need to come down to New York General. There’s been an accident.”

Tony was sure the woman on the line was still speaking, but the sound of his heart pounding in his ears blocked out any sound trying to pierce through his brain. Before he knew what was happening, he was running out the door onto the penthouse balcony, calling for his suit.

--

So maybe crashing into New York General with an Iron Man suit at four thirty in the morning wasn’t the brightest move, but Tony Stark was never known for his subtlety. Barely giving the nanotech time to retract into its casing, Tony practically sprinted past the yells of the surrounding patrons- panic swirling in his gut, until he reached the front desk.

“Where’s Peter Parker,” he demanded, barely taking in the frazzled look of the receptionist in front of him. It took her a moment, one that was entirely too long in Tony’s opinion, before she began typing something onto the screen in front of her.

“Sir,” she started gently, as if speaking to a wounded animal, “we have no patient here under that name.” Tony could clearly see her lean back slightly, as if anticipating a literal drone strike to fall on her at the confession, but Tony was in no state of mind to feel guilty about how he was acting.

“It wouldn’t be- try May Parker, I don’t know her maiden name.”

The receptionist quickly typed out the new name onto her screen, shoulders loosening slightly as new information appeared in front of her.

“She’s just down the hall in Wing C, room 278.”

Barely giving her the ability to finish her sentence, or lecture him about “family only” which he was sure was about to follow, Tony moved past the desk and down the long hallway. It was mostly empty, the small number of people who did inhabit the place nurses making their nightly rounds. Tony paid them no mind, eyes set on the door a few feet down from him.

“Sir-”

That was one of the nurses, moving to stop him- but Tony wasn’t about to let anyone get in his way, not now. It was like he had blinders on, unable to be torn away from his goal- get to Peter, assess the damage, come up with a plan, do something-

Tony pushed open the door with a strength he didn’t even know he possessed, letting it slam into the wall behind him. The loud crack reverberated around the room, sending papers flying off of the side table positioned near the doorway. Looking around frantically, it took his eyes less than a second to land on its target.

Peter

He was wearing pyjamas, a ratty hoodie haphazardly thrown over- mismatched and all wrinkled. Tony couldn’t see his hair under the hood, but if he had to guess he was sure it was disheveled by a combination of lack of sleep and care to do anything about it. He was sitting on a small plastic hospital chair, legs curled up and held by his arms, which were wrapped tightly around himself. There was a dark stain right along his left sleeve, and for a frightening moment Tony had been sure that it was blood. Even with all of that, the most frightening thing about his appearance was his face, eyes bloodshot and fareway- somewhere other than the hospital room they were currently in.

There was an older woman kneeling down next to him, wearing nurse scrubs and slowly rubbing soothing circles onto his back.

If Tony was in a better state of mind, he would be asking her a million different questions, but before he could even begin to get his mouth to work, Tony felt himself move forward and crash on to the floor in front of Peter, knees falling roughly on to the ground- hands moving to gently rest on top of the kid’s knees.

“Pete,” he whispered softly, hoping to garner some form of response to no avail. The kid wouldn’t even look at him, eyes hovering at a spot above Tony’s left shoulder. He moves to look desperately at the women, but to his bewilderment, she has taken to glaring daggers at him, as if he was somehow responsible for Peter’s catatonic state.

“Peter,” he tries again, trying to gently rouse the boy out of his stupor, “what happened- please kid, you’re scaring me.” He finally gets the chance to observe the room, tearing his sight away from the kid and the women and looking behind him. When the woman called, she had mentioned some accident- mentioned May Parker, and Tony was kicking himself for hanging up before he could get all the details. He was just so desperate to see what was happening for himself, not knowing how Peter had been involved- if something had happened to him. Now, looking at the room- he was met with the jarring appearance of a shell shocked kid and an empty hospital bed, without any trace of it being used at all.

“She wasn’t even supposed to go in.”

At the sound of Peter’s voice, Tony turned back around so quickly he was surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. The kid still wasn’t looking at him, or anything really, and the woman had moved up to sit on the chair next to him, arm wrapped around his shoulder.

“She wasn’t supposed to go in.”

“What does that mean- what happened,” Tony tried again, but it was obvious the kid either couldn’t hear him or couldn’t form the words to answer him. He looked once again towards the women, who instead of answering him, gave him a withering look.

“So it really was New York’s own Tony Stark who I had the pleasure of talking to.” By the tone of her voice, it was obvious that it had been anything but a pleasure. Normally, Tony was all for annoyed patrons- a little bit of snarky banter and a flourish of his expensive blazer, maybe even the dramatic lowering of his designer sunglasses- but now was not the time for such pleasantries. There was a low level of anger brewing beneath the still present panic in his gut, and he felt the hand that wasn’t resting gently on Peter’s leg tighten at his side.

“Yes-” he bit back, “and he is still waiting for someone to tell him what the hell is going on.”

“Maybe he would know if he didn’t hang up on me half an hour ago-”

“Look,” voice raised slightly, back straightening out so they were on the same level of height, “I don’t know who the hell you are-”

“Stop,” Peter’s voice came out with a crack, and to Tony’s horror, sometime in the last few seconds that they had been arguing the kid had started to cry. Tony wanted to move, to reach out and wrap him into his arms, but he was rooted uncomfortably in his current spot. It felt like there were cement blocks weighing him down on to the floor, keeping his knees firmly planted. He could do nothing but let the hand on Peter’s knee squeeze gently, a small offering of comfort. Even the woman, who Tony still couldn’t call by name, seemed to have the anger leached out of her at the sight of Peter’s distress.

“I’m a friend of May’s,” she started, more gently than she probably thought Tony Stark deserved if her previous attitude was any indication, “We work together at the hospital.” She paused for a moment, glancing quickly at Peter, her attitude shift being clearly for his sake. “There was an incident with a patient tonight- a man trying to see his dying mother. We couldn’t let him in outside of visiting hours, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer- something about needing to get on a flight tomorrow morning. May was trying to defuse the situation, but police were called and the man- he open carried…”

She didn’t need to finish her story, Tony could fill in the blanks- and quite frankly, Peter didn’t need to hear it again.

“I called Peter first,” she continued, “May wasn’t- we transported her to emergency surgery, and I was going to pick him up- but he hung up before I could even offer. He showed up here covered in slush and freezing down to the bone- It’s at least an hour walk, I have no idea how he got here so quickly without a car.”

Tony had a pretty good idea. God, the kid must be so goddamn cold, even with the ability to thermoregulate and layer upon layers Tony struggled to not shiver in this weather. Peter wouldn’t have even had his heater if he wasn’t wearing the suit-

“Where is he- the man,” he demanded, more forcefully than he probably should have, because this was a god awful situation, and he needed to feel like he was doing something in order to fix it. It was all slowly falling into place in front of him, the wet sweater, the horrified appearance-

“She wasn’t even supposed to go in.”Peter had been so excited because May had taken Christmas Eve off, she was supposed to be at the Tower with them later that day, she was supposed to-

“Dead,” The woman cut off his thoughts, “shot by the police. He, well- he was acting erratic and he’d already…” she trailed off again, and Tony could hear Peter take in a shuddering breath, see the color of his skin pale even more. Numbly, Tony thought they shouldn’t be having this conversation here, right in front of him. Even worse, Tony couldn’t figure out if he should be glad that the man who killed May was dead, because at least Peter wouldn’t have to witness a trial, be interviewed by the police, just like for his Uncle.

His Uncle, who died just over a year ago- and now, Peter had no one.

No, that wasn’t true- because Tony wasn’t going to let Peter do this alone, he was coming right home with him.

“Alright buddy,” Tony said, as steadily as he possibly could in this situation, “Do you think you can stand? I’ll call Happy, and we can get you nice and warmed up-”

“Absolutely not,” The woman, who still hasn’t told Tony her name, cut him off. It seemed like her ability to play nice finally wore off, because she was back to snapping at him like an over excited chihuahua. “I’ll be taking him home with me- I’ve known him since he was seven years old, and I have plenty of room.”

“No,” The word came out of him before he could stop himself, “If anything happened to May, I’m his next guardian- it’s what May wanted and what’s in her will.”

God he hoped that was true. In reality, they had only talked about it briefly once or twice, after May had found out Peter was Spider-Man. She needed assurance, needed to know her boy would be protected, and Tony could offer that. It was something she had mentioned planning on adding to her will, but Tony had no idea if it was ever finalized.

Grabbing him by the arm, the women got up and pulled Tony away from Peter and to the other side of the room. A sad attempt of shielding the boy from their conversation, unaware that his enhanced senses would no doubt let him hear everything.

“Peter needs someone to watch over him while he grieves,” she hissed, “he’s not some charity PR project-”

“I know that,” Tony whispered back, equally as angry because how dare she? How dare she imply-

“He needs someone who knows how to take care of him!” Tony opened his mouth to send out his own scathing retort, when the next words out of her mouth stopped him in his tracks.

“Do you honestly believe you know how to be a father?”

Tony felt a cold chill pass down his spine. Did he know how to be a father? That would be what he was, if he took Peter in. He wouldn’t just be a mentor, someone who would help Peter learn how to be a good superhero, he would be so much more than that. Tony thought of Howard, of the empty Christmas presents, the unbelievable expectations, the late nights and long periods of absence.

Tony shoved that all down, because right now this wasn’t about him, it was about May and her wishes, about Peter.

“It’s what May wanted,” he repeated, and before she could reply, he was pulling out his phone and making a call. Law firms were typically closed at this hour, but he was Tony Stark, and one thing he can do is throw money at any problem. For a pretty penny, Peter Parker would be in his custody by the end of the day, holidays or not.

It was everything else that would take time.

---

The first few weeks were hell.

Tony liked to think of himself as an optimist- regardless of his past actions. He definitely did a lot of maturing throughout the last ten years of his life, outgrowing the reckless type of optimism that made him feel invincible and falling into a never ending pessimistic view on life. The years where no matter how hard he could and would try- everyone around him would suffer because of who he was. Now, several years after Afghanistan, the wormhole- even Siberia, Tony felt as if he’d done his weight in suffering.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if his good luck was finally running out.

He was able to gain full custody two days after Christmas, which was way longer than he expected. In those two days Peter was forced away by the State, and no amount of money he threw at social services would get them to change their policy. Two days, away in a group home alone while he grieved the loss of his last living family member, and Tony could do nothing but work with his lawyers to get him out of there as fast as possible.

They had planned to quietly celebrate Christmas with Peter when he moved in, leaving all the supplies and food tucked away until he arrived. Tony hoped it would bring some joy to the poor kid, but as soon as he walked through the living room door and saw the decorations, the umade tree- he immediately burst into tears.

Tony was completely out of his league here, allowing Pepper to slowly guide him into his room, softly whispering words of comfort as he bawled his eyes out, clutching on to the sleeve of her red knitted sweater.

Tony barely saw the kid that first week, every time he’d pop his head into his room, he’d be met with darkness- Peter’s small figure curled up underneath the blankets of his bed.

“I brought you some food.” He’d say.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” The kid would respond.

He would make no move to get up, and Tony would leave the food on his desk. Peter would only sometimes eat it, but it was better than him starving himself completely. No other words would be exchanged between them outside this little song and dance, and Tony was beginning to fear nothing would change.

Tony knew how to be a good mentor, at least- now he did. They had lab days, he taught him how to fix his suit, how to take care of himself. He helped with dealing with the ramifications of donning the mantle of a superhero, how wonderfully not wonderful it could be. Tony thinks they were really starting to get into a sort of rhythm between them, a symphony of different instruments coming together and creating something beautiful. At least, that’s what he thought- but this whole experience just showcased how disconnected he was from the boy. I mean, the kid still called him Mr. Stark for god sakes. He always assumed it was a respect thing, Peter getting used to hanging out with him, but it had been months since the Vulture incident, and even with all the nights in the lab or eating pizza, watching movies and spending time together- the kid still never called him by his first name. Even now, with him being his guardian, the kid wouldn’t budge, not even once. It wouldn’t hurt so much if he hadn’t almost immediately referred to his fiance as “Pepper”.

Pepper had fallen into motherhood so easily. Tony hadn’t been too surprised by that, he knew that she’d make an amazing mother if she ever wanted kids. It was how she instinctively knew the right things to do, the right words to say. If Peter didn’t so desperately need it, the feeling of jealousy over their budding relationship would have made him sick to the stomach. Pepper didn’t know Peter the way he did, at least, that’s what Tony thought. He was under the impression that their relationship was stronger than a simple mentor guiding his underage reckless superhero.

It would be easier, if the kid was up to doing anything but sit and stare around the house. Two weeks in, Pepper had coaxed him out of his room, but the furthest she could get him was the couch in the living room. They would put on movies, stuff they knew he liked, but the kid would more often than not, just stare at the wall above the tv, never absorbing the screen in front of him.

Tony desperately wanted him to snap out of it. It wasn’t fair of him, it was selfish, but at least if Peter was up to going into the lab they would have something to bond over. That first night back, with the tree, he could do absolutely nothing to help Peter but allow him to stay with Pepper as he worked to take down all the decorations, throw out all the Christmas food, and drag the large pine tree out the door for workers to move out. Tony had lost his parents near Christmas, knew what it was like to have a holiday completely ruined, and he never even really liked it in the first place. He would be damned if that happened to his kid, and so he was dedicated to getting rid of anything that would have the holiday associated with his grief.

One night, three weeks in and absolutely exhausted, Tony wakes to find Pepper missing from their bed. He pushes back the slight panic building in his chest, he’s usually the one to perform the disappearing act, before shifting himself up into a sitting position.

“Friday, where’s Pepper?” He asked.

“In the living room, boss.”

That was weird, what would Pepper be doing in the living room in the middle of the night? Slowly moving himself off of the bed, Tony moved as quietly as what was physically possible for him. Reaching the threshold of the large living room, Tony was startled by the sound of crying- but not from Pepper.

Peter

Tony was about to rush in, demand what happened, offer comfort- when he was frozen by the sight in front of him. Peter was curled on Pepper’s lap, her arms wrapped around his waist, rocking him back and forth like a toddler. His face was buried into the crook of her neck as he cried, broken sobs cutting into Tony’s heart, only interrupted by the sound of Pepper gently shushing him.

“Pepper,” he gasped, voice wet with tears, and Pepper simply moved her hand to stroke the hair out of his face.

He needs a haircut, Tony thought weakly, as the curls almost covered his eyes and shielded Tony from the heartbreaking sight.

“I know,” Pepper spoke with a comforting voice, the voice of a mother, “You’re safe, I’m here. It’s going to be ok.”

He wanted to move, to do something, but Peter- he probably wouldn’t want that. He was panicking, in distress- and he needed someone, but it wasn’t Tony he wanted. No, he’d reached out to Pepper, when Tony had been right in bed next to her, he wanted her.

It was sort of devastating, when he thought about it for too long, how long he worked to build a relationship with the kid, the one he was beginning to see as his own. Obviously it was all one sided. He, as hard as it was for him to admit, was really starting to love the kid- maybe had since he wormed his way into his life after he crashed his plane and saved all of his tech. Maybe to Peter, he was always only the famous man behind the suit, untouchable- Iron Man, the hero.

“Do you honestly believe you know how to be a father?”

Pepper was human, always had been- that was clear, even outside the current picture being painted right in front of him.

He just needed a plan.

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 3

Words: 2069 

Mentions of bullying 

Once the two of you arrived at home, you still seem a little shaken up, he wanted to ask you if you were okay, but of course, you were not okay, this probably happens more than once, and since he wasn't around then other times how were you able to deal with it, still you seem to put up a facade and were able to work through your presentation and work on the oral part of it as well.

“Well I think that is as good as it is going to get.” you said “Also Bakugou can you hold onto the doll for us?”

“Why?” Bakugou asked

“People like to take stuff from me, small things like chopsticks, pencils, I think my chapstick, and I really don't want someone to interfere with our grade so look after this for us,” you said

“I will.” Katsuki said, taking it and placing it in his bag “so what are you doing tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” you asked as you closed your laptop.

“It's December 24th.” Katsuki said, “don't you have a plan.”

“Oh very funny Bakugou,” you said as you placed your laptop back on the desk

“I'm not being funny, I'm being serious,” Bakugou said

“No Bakugou I don't have any plans, I'm getting some fried chicken and watching drama shows,” you said, and Katsuki inner voice was yelling at hi to ask you out, the other part was slapping that voice saying how dumb that was.

“Sounds lame.” Katsuki said getting up “we'll see you tomorrow.”

And he let himself out

How dare he rub it in your face that you didn't have any plans for the holidays, pompous jerk. He was so very confused, he saved you on the train then went on to make fun of you for not having plans for the holidays seriously, what was his deal, still one more day and you could finally relax.

Katsuki was finally home and slammed the door behind him, why the hell couldn't he just muster up the courage to say “Greta no plans you are spending the day with me then.” he hated to do this but maybe he needed some outsider opinions on the matter. Going to his room and turning on his computer, his friends popped up, well more than one, which one of these people could help home with this

Katsuki: hey does anyone have any dating advice

Mina: sayyyyyyyy what Katsuki has a crush on someone :0000

Kirishima: DUDE REALLY WHO ARE THEY!?

Denki: I saw the message did Mr grumpy bear finally develop feelings

Katsuki: shut up all of you or I am blocking you

Mina: awwww, no but seriously you have a crush on someone

Katsuki: why else would I be asking for dating advice

Denki: we need details

Mina: yes we do spill the beans boi

Katsuki: fine, the girl who sits behind me in class, I had the perfect chance to ask her out this Christmas eve but could do it.

Mina: awww you do have feelings and get flustered

Denki: awwwww

Mina and Denki have been temporarily blocked

Kirishima: lol, anyway why don't you just ask her tomorrow then

Katsuki: how?

Kirishima: just ask her after class, hey let's hang out tonight :D

Katsuki: I think she thinks id just make fun of her

Kirishima: Why would she think that?

Katsuki: because I did to bully her in our first year

Kirishima: -_- not manly my guy

Jiro: you dropped the ball on that one

Kirishima: have you been lurking?

Jiro: yes

Sero: yes

Mina and Denki have requested to be unblocked

Requested denied

Sero: I mean you could just say sorry for being an ass, and ask her out and treat her as an apology

Kirishima: true, you don't bully her anymore right

Jiro has unlocked mina and Denki

Denki: lol, the Katsuki form of flirting is bullying!!!!

Mina: lollll it's true, oh-oh try the kadobon!

Jiro: Most girls don't like being slammed by a wall by a guy, that just in the books

Mina: damm

Katsuki: none of you are being helpful like I was in her room had the perfect opportunity and I just didn’t

Mina: YOU WERE IN HER ROOM

Denki: YOU WERE IN YOUR CRUSHES ROOM AND YOU DIDN'T MAKE A MOVE!

Katsuki: it was a group project don't get the wrong idea

Mina: boohoo

Denki: lame

Mina and Denki have been temporarily banned

Sero: look just say sorry and ask to hang out today, be straight up with your feelings

Katsuki: that doesn't sound like me

Kirishima: You got this dude :D

Katsuki has logged off

“Well, that didn't help” Katsuki muttered to himself as he opened his desk and pulled out the pencil he took from you and twiddled it in his fingers, why was it so hard to be open with you, He had one more try tomorrow he couldn't back out now, then he wouldn't see you for a week and then you had one quarter left and if he didn't ask you out by then, you would be gone forever and Katsuki wasn't about to have any regret in his life.

You had a big smile on your face as the last bell rang, you and Katsuki aced the presentation and now you could relax for a week and a weekend. What is better than that?

Katsuki, on the other hand, was washing his bloody knuckles under the sink, he did warn those guys and they didn't listen and the administer didn't do anything as well, nobody ever takes him seriously. So when he saw you open your shoe locker and saw you pull the bag he left for you, you looked skeptical and rolled your eyes. What did you think this was a prank, he spent good money on that gift, so seeing you toss it in the trash and walkout made him pissed. He went over and took it out of the trash before going after you and grabbing your shoulder.

“Hey.” He said

“What?” you asked “Bakugou, the presentation is over, remember.” “I'm not dumb, why the hell did you just throw away the gift I got you.” He said shoving the bag in your hands “be more grateful would you.”

“What?” you said looking very confused “why would you give me a gift?”

Katsuki didn't really know how to answer that, wasn't it obvious why he went out of his way to get you a gift, on December 24th

“Would you just open it?” He said

“This isn't going to be a repeat of the first year is it?” you asked still looking wary of the bag

“Just open it,” he said as you did and pulled out a scarf, it was very soft, and seem to be high quality

“Thanks, but I can't accept this,” you said putting it in the bag and handing it back

“What do you mean you can't accept it,” Bakugou asked

“Look I know I have been nice to you the past couple of days for the project but we aren't that close, sorry but I don't see you as a friend.” you said pulling the bag over you “ill see you in January.” “Wait a second.” Bakugou said walking next to you “look I know I have been a little rough around the edges and all, but look just accept this gift okay.”

“I won’t.” you said “Please just leave me alone.”

Katsuki stopped

“Can you just tell me why then?” Bakugou asked

“You really think I would want to be friends with someone who tormented me for a year and tried to egg me on since my reactions are funny.” You said bluntly

“Look...I'm...sorry that I messed with you in grade one, really I don't say sorry a lot so can we just start over” “No.” you said, “Starting over for you means putting your bad actions behind you, for me, it means forgetting all the nasty things you have done to me, my self-confidence won't allow that, you tripped me in the halls, tossed water out the window to splash on me, would put chalkboard eraser in the door to fall on my head, do I need to go on about why I don't want to be your friend!”

“I don't want to be your friend,” Bakugou said

“...that just makes it worse, oh how funny the guy who bullied me developed feelings for me.” you said shaking your head “I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your friend.”

And with that you left on that snowy day, Leaving Katsuki heartbroken, he was a jerk to you, he had moved on, but you hadn’t. Rejection hurts a lot, you didn't even want to be friends with him or try to be friends with him, you really did just want him out of your life huh.

Well too bad.

You arrived home and sat on the couch, that was very awkward, so very awkward, the guy who had bullied you said he had feelings for you, did he really just expect you to be okay with that, maybe Katsuki was smart academically but emotionally he was as dumb as a baby, at least you had nine-day to avoid him.

Saturday came and your parents sent you a care package saying how much they missed you, well if they miss you so much why didn't they buy you a train ticket to see them, still may be some alone time, your grandpa sent you some money so maybe it was time to do some shopping, a day trip to Tokyo t see Harajuku, you left around 8 in the morning and when you finally got there you were more than ecstatic.

Mostly eating yummy food, visiting a cat café, and getting a couple of new clothing items, you kept walking and paused when you saw a billboard. The Bakugou's fashion business sure was popular, they just knew what each generation wanted to wear, still, they used their son to model some of the outfits, funny how you knew him and what happened the other day with him.

“Man he is just so hot, I would do anything to meet him.” A girl said looking at the magazine that had Bakugou's face covering it

“Don't you have a boyfriend?” “I said meet not date.”

You left after that, and seeing all the couples on the street sure was bumming you out, maybe once you went to university you would meet a nice man and make some friends, high school wasn't that important most of the time people lost contact with their friends after a year, so you were just trying to enjoy some alone time.

Bakugou was wondering why you went all the way to Tokyo, and what you were doing on Harajuku, this wasn't how he thought he would spend his Christmas. Still, it was weird to see you outside of your school uniform, you looked a lot more casual and he liked it a lot, he wouldn't say anything to you today, just follow you from a distance. Maybe he rushed the confession too early, he needed to know more about how you were outside of school. And now he was even more smitten, you looked so much happier and carefree. To carefree in fact, you were taking selfies of yourself in front of the tree, who would you send them to, your parents may be.

You also seem to enjoy eating, you stop by a lot of restaurants and vendors just to get something to eat, usually fried or covered in chocolate. What was even more surprising is that you went into a few Shops that were aimed towards Gals, how would you dress up in the summer, did you have an interest in the fashion industry.

What else didn’t he know about you, he thought he knew a good amount of guesses he was wrong, he decided to head back home for he had seen enough. He also wanted to get to your house before you did.

He walked up the steps and left the bag on the doorknob hopeful you took it this time. Once he saw you get home you looked exhausted but happy, till you saw the bag on the door handle, you grabbed it and quickly went inside at least you accepted it this time.

[hyunjilicious]

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ Christmas Edition [bucky barnes]

Summary: it’s pretty self explanatory, I guess. (FLUFF) 1.6k

Warnings: absolutely none, just Bucky being cute, awkward and madly in love with you!!

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In 2018, you were in Namibia, hunting down an American terrorist that had been on the run for the better part of the year. In 2019, the avengers were scattered around the globe, executing a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of mission that ended long after the new year began. But this year, all of your friends were home. For the first time in years, the Stark Tower was shining from top to bottom with Christmas lights, carols echoing down all of its long, secluded hallways. It was the first time you'd get to actually spend the night of 24th of December with your true family. That is, if you made it in time. Back on December 19th, you and Bucky got stuck in the depths of Louisiana, with absolutely no means of communication, let alone transportation. You decided to make the best out of the situation and turn it into a road trip, but time flew by so much faster than expected, that it was now 2:13 pm on Christmas eve, and you and Bucky were sprinting down the snow covered empty highways of the east coast, dead set on making it home in time. He wasn't that eager to get back and tried to get you to rent a hotel room and spend the night alone, but you weren't having it. He huffed and puffed about not giving a shit about Christmas, but it was the first one he could celebrate with people that loved him, in over 70 years. With every motel that you passed, he'd turn and look at you from the passenger seat, begging you to stop. You didn't even consider it. You wanted him to have the full Christmas experience. A storm was brewing and you were whiteknuckling the steering wheel, fighting back the urge to yawn for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. After driving for 7 hours straight, you were close to passing out, but nowhere near ready to give up. "Pull over, love" he smiled, grabbing your thigh, "Let me drive. I'll wake you up when we arrive"

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And of course Bucky refused to decorate. You spent the better half of the day rummaging through boxes and looking up diy tutorials on the Internet, doing your absolute best to make your bedroom as cozy and Christmasy as possible. Candles were scattered all over the furniture, their soft light and delicate cinnamon scent filling up the room, a small Santa Claus figurine was sitting neatly by the window, garlands dripped from every corner and your Christmas playlist was on shuffle for probably the 4th time that day. As you kept busy, lowkey exasperated whenever one ornament didn't fit in as planned, Bucky laid on the bed, making nasty comments with every chance he got. He complained about the music, said the room was too hot, that the candles made his nose feel funny and not for a second did he stop begging you to drop the fucking decorating and join him in bed. You didn't wanna hear it. You kept going, bringing in box after box of ornaments, each one making Bucky more and more frustrated.

"Buck!" you whined, turning around in your hands a little remote controlled reindeer. "His leg is stuck... he keeps falling"

"Throw it into the trash" he scoffed, plopping down on his back and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Of course you didn't listen to him. "No..." you mumbled, more to yourself. You sounded like a child, but you didn't care. Instead, you just sat down on the edge of the bed, all your attention focused on the broken toy in your hands, "I'll fix it somehow"

"Just throw the goddamned thing away, Y/n" he groaned, "Only on my nightstand there are other 3. We got enough"

You just shook your head, focused on getting the reindeer to walk again. It was no use. You got no utensils and your nails were threatening to break as you kept trying to open up his battery container. 5 minutes of painful silence followed, ending with you finally giving up, "I'll just put something under his leg and use it as a decoration" you whimpered, legitimately heartbroken over the toy.

"Fuck, just come here. Give it to me. I'll fix the damn thing for you"

Your heart swelled up, "Really?"

"Yeah..." Bucky sighed, grabbing a screwdriver out of his nightstand and picking up the toy. "Master assassin and I'm fixing toys" he mumbled under his breath and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

-

Your version of paradise started just when you arrived at the tower on Christmas Eve. Bucky did as promised and then offered you a weak smile, full of warmth as he helped you out of the car when he parked in front of the Tower. You were beaming with excitement for the days that were to come. When the next morning arrived, you were sipping your coffee on the balcony, waiting for everyone to wake up so that you could all start unwrapping the presents. When the door opened you didn't expect Bucky to come out, as he never - ever, failed to sleep until noon, if given the chance. But there he was, wrapped in one of your comfy blankets, padding over to you with a coffee mug in his hand. When he reached you, he opened his arms and welcomed you against his chest, closing his hold around your body and engulfing you in the warmth of the blanket. It didn't take long until you noticed the little paper bag lodged under the elastic of his sweats, and when you asked about it, he cursed himself for ruining the surprise. He handed you the bag, and urged you to open it, insisting that it wasn't your present. When you did, your eyes landed on a knitted bunny clutching a heart to its chest. "An old lady was selling these a few weeks ago at a boutique I saw while waiting for you to meet me. I know you love to call me Bucky Bunny because you know how much I hate it. I forgot about it and came across it this morning at the bottom of my bag while searching for my charger. Now I think its stupid, a dumb rabbit and his eyes are a little bit fucked up, but he's cute and it reminded me of you, so here you go"

-

As much love as some of you had for the holiday, it still wasn't enough to convince the whole group to actually watch a Christmas movie. So, in true avenger spirit, you all decided to watch Terminator. After finishing dinner, you all scattered around the Tower. Some people left to change in more comfortable clothes, some helped clean up the kitchen, and some, like Bucky and Thor, remained in the living room, plopped in the middle of the couch, fangirling over Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting and the great sense of humour of the 90s. Eventually everyone gathered around them, you and Wanda being the last ones to show up. She cuddled against Vision's side, but Bucky was lodged in between Thor and Steve, and there was no way you'd ever ask any of them to move. Seeing you eye an open spot, Bucky waved you over as he stood up. "Here, take my seat". You wanted to object but he didn't want to hear it. Eventually, you sat down, and so did he, on the floor, right in front of you. Nonchalantly, Bucky pulled your legs apart and settled between them, with his back against the couch. He gathered your Christmas themed sock clad feet into his lap and rested his head against your knee as the movie began.

-

And like any other Christmas dinner, of course yours wasn't an exception. Natasha's recipe for apple pie was by definition the best that ever blessed the earth and none of the attendees was any stranger to that. Considering how many of you there were, as you made a point of spending the end of the year together, 2 batches had to be made. It was hectic, everyone fuzzing around the Tower, preparations on tow the whole day. And of course there would be repercussions for the chaotic atmosphere, but you'd only find out about them later. After burning through the first meal courses of the evening, it was finally time for her sweet delicacy to grace the table. Natasha neatly placed the two pies on either end of the table, proudly announcing you could all dig in. Bucky was seated to your right, and he unlike you, managed to grab a piece of pie from the first batch. You didn't think too much of it, until you started eating yours, only to realise the bottom was burned. Despite all of you trying to assure Natasha that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, she promised she'd make another one tomorrow. The night carried on as planned, but no matter how much you tried to push away the thought, you couldn't help but feel bitter about missing out on the good pie. Just when you were about to come to your senses and realise what a dumb reason for you to get upset that was, Bucky sent you text, asking you to come to the bedroom. Curious as to what this could have been about, you hurried upstairs and burst into the room, nearly crashing into Bucky's chest. He slammed the door behind you and handed you his plate - his slice of pie only halfway eaten. "I saved you a piece. These are jackals, I had to hide it. Dig in before anyone comes!"

-

On December 27th the buzz was starting to die down. When you put up the lights in your bedroom, Bucky said they could stay on for two days and two days only, and you reluctantly agreed to make a compromise. Just this time. The time to turn them off came last night, and since he offered to let them on until the morning, you felt like an unreasonable little shit if you were to ask him to turn them on again. It was about 7pm and you were two seasons deep in The X Files, and Wanda asked for your help. Bucky pulled out his phone and assured you he wouldn't watch ahead until you got back. It took you about 30 to help your friend with her problem, and when you returned to your room, confusion washed over you. The Christmas lights were on and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" he grunted.

You turned around to see him behind you, standing in the doorway, two cocoa mugs in his hands, "I made these cause I know you like them. And I wanted to surprise you with the lights but vision is a dumbass and forgot to text me and tell me when you were almost done"

"So she didn't actually need help folding the bed sheets?" you laughed, endeared by his antics.

"Of course she didn't" Bucky shook his head, handing you one of the mugs, "She's not an imbecile"

"Oh my god" you giggled in disbelief as you sat down on the bed.

"I'll squirt shit nuggets out of my ass for two days, so please tell me at least I got the recipe right" 

He was so adorable, anxiously waiting for you to taste the cocoa he just made. "It's so good!" you rolled your eyes in pleasure, taking another sip, "Thank you, you're too sweet, Buck"

"Yeah, I know-" he chuckled, grabbing the mug from your palm and placing it on the nightstand. "I got one more present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands"

"No, Buck-" you whined, "I didn't get you anything else-"

He dismissed your words in an instant and kissed your lips, before guiding your hands up. You opened them up and closed your eyes, curious about what he could have gotten you. First, you heard him shuffle around the bed, and then you felt something rather itchy touch your palms. You nearly burst into laughter when you realised it was his chin.

"Ok, open your eyes"

And as you did so, your eyes landed on Bucky's face, as he had placed his head on your hands. He was wearing a tiara with reindeer ears, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're my present?" you beamed, throwing yourself against his chest.

"My face is the present-" he corrected you. "Guess what it does. Take your leggings off and you'll find out"

[nowandajenn]

Blue Christmas- Six

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: language, angst, shitty moms, family drama.

Author’s Note: I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings.

December 24th

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. 

The same thought runs through my head like a conga line as I stand in the bathroom of Connor’s house, finishing up my makeup. 

“Hey, you almost ready?” 

I jump at the sound of Connor’s voice and his sudden appearance behind me in the mirror and almost stab myself in the eyeball with my eyeliner pencil. 

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I just didn’t show up?” I ask him rhetorically, already knowing the answer. 

“Well, dad would be disappointed but he’d understand, and mom would probably come and hunt you down and never let you hear the end of it.”

“I could just never answer her calls again.” I shrug. 

“Yeah, but then she’d show up at your house, the studio, HERE....and since I don’t feel like having her come over unannounced because you decided to be a chicken and skip out on Christmas Eve dinner, move your ass. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

As we stand in front of my parents’ front door, I run through a list in my head of things that I’d rather be doing than getting ready to face my parents. Or more specifically, my mother. 

Get stung by a jellyfish. Having to walk through a room full of Legos barefoot. Pulling my own fingernails out one by one. Okay, maybe I went too far with that one. 

“You ready?” Connor asks. 

“No.” I deadpan. 

Before we can stop her, Olivia reaches up and rings the doorbell. 

I heave out a sigh of relief when it’s my dad that answers the door, knowing that at least I’m not going to be insulted before I even step foot inside the house. 

We get ushered inside the house take off our coats before my dad wraps me in a hug. 

“Where’s Chris?” he asks. 

“He’s over at his dad’s house. You only get me tonight.” I say with a small smile. 

“I guess we’ll have to make do.” he huffs out dramatically. 

I make my way into the kitchen and my sister Colleen immediately hands me a glass of red wine. 

“Here, you might need this.” she tells me. I roll my eyes, knowing that there’s no other choice than to nut up and face the music. 

“Hey mom.”

My mom turns from the stove, her face completely devoid of any emotion. 

“I didn’t even know if you were coming tonight, since you haven’t returned any of my phone calls or anything.”

“I’m sorry. I should have called you back. Things have been a little.....” my emotions start to bubble up in my throat, threatening to choke me. “Things have been busy. I’ve been swamped with work and getting last minute things done for Christmas. I wasn’t actively trying to ignore you.” I tell her. 

“Why did you come with Connor and Olivia? Where’s Chris?” 

Here we go. 

“He’s at his dad’s house.” 

“Why didn’t you go with him?” 

“Because I knew I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t show up here tonight. Chris will get let off the hook, though, right?” It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. 

“Chris is a busy man. He has an excuse.” 

I take a deep breath, count to ten, and let it out before walking out of the kitchen. If there’s anything my mother loves more than passive aggressively insulting me at every turn, it’s getting the last word. 

We’re all sitting around the living room opening presents when the doorbell rings. Since I’m closest to the door, I get up to answer it and nearly have a small stroke when I open the door. 

“Hey.” Chris says, standing on my parents’ porch with his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

I can only stand there and blink owlishly at him as my brain tries, and fails, to come up with something intelligent to say. 

I look over my shoulder into the house to see that everyone is thankfully not paying attention, and pull the front door closed behind me. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my breath puffing up in clouds in front of my face. 

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking, but listen to me. I know your parents don’t know about what’s going on with us, and I know that if they think something is wrong, they’re going to be all over you.” Chris tells me. 

I wrap my arms around myself and swallow hard. 

I hate that he’s right. 

“Can we just pretend that everything is okay? Just for tonight? We get through dinner with your parents and get you off the hook, and then, we can....” he trails off. 

Before I can either agree or tell him to get the fuck off the porch, the door opens and my dad steps out. 

“Chris! Hey, we thought you weren’t going to be able to make it!” my dad says, pulling him in for one of those man hug things. 

“Not a chance. Finished up early so I headed right over. Sorry I’m late.” 

My dad eyes me disapprovingly. “Get in the house before you catch pneumonia.”

Three things happen simultaneously when Chris steps foot into the house: Olivia squeals at top volume (because Uncle Chris is her favorite person in the world, second only to me) and runs into his waiting arms, my mom’s almost always stern looking face breaks into a huge smile, and Connor and Colleen’s jaws both drop open at almost the exact same time. It would be funny if I weren’t shitting my pants even more now about how the rest of this night was going to go. 

Halfway through dinner, things are going about as well as can be expected, but I’m still ready for this night to just be over. Between Chris sitting next to me and having to act like we’re still the Chris and Kelly we used to be, the 13 passive aggressive digs my mom has thrown at me over the course of the evening, and the headache trying to hatch in my brain, I’m ready for this night to be over. 

“How are things going at the studio, sweetheart?” my dad asks me. 

“They’re fine. It’s always busy this time of year.” I tell him, pushing the food around on my plate.

“It must not be that busy if you can afford to be closed during the middle of the holiday season.” my mom sniffs. 

“Brenda-” my dad warns. 

“Mom, just let it go, okay? I needed a break. Things were a little hectic and I was getting burnt out. I needed some time off, and so did my staff.” I tell her. 

I reach for the bottle of wine to refill my glass, and my mom snatches it from my hand. 

“You’ve had enough. You’ve been drinking like a lush tonight, and I know you’re smoking again. I can smell it on you. You treat your body like shit; no wonder you can’t get pregnant.” 

The sound of several sets of silverware clattering against the fine China that’s only brought out for Christmas is deafening. 

My face burns with embarrassment and my heart lodges itself somewhere in the vicinity of my throat. Hot, angry tears spring to my eyes, and it takes me a minute before I can even move. 

Chris is absolutely frozen, absolute shock and disappointment evident on his face at what my mother just said. It was the lowest possible blow she could have dealt, and she just absolutely nailed me with it with no remorse whatsoever. 

Without a word, I push my chair back and stand up on shaky legs and leave the table and everyone hears the front door slam less than a minute later. 

When his brain can fully process what just happened, Chris gets up and runs out the door after me, just in time to hear 

“Just let her go. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. She’s too sensitive.”

When Chris comes outside, I’m leaning against the passenger side door of his car, trying and failing to light a cigarette through my sobs. 

“Hey, hey, stop. Come here. Give me that.” he says, taking the lighter from me. He flicks it once and holds the flame steady so I can light the cigarette and I take a deep drag in. He lights his own and leans against the car next to me. 

“I stopped being surprised by anything she said a long time ago, you know. I stopped being shocked when she would make shitty comments about my weight or my clothes or anything I did. She’s always been like that with me. Nothing was ever good enough. I was never going to be as good as Colleen or Connor because I was the mistake. I was the baby she never wanted. I never tried to let it bother me or let it get to me, but....” I sob quietly and sniffle in the cold air. “Man, she just fucking sucker punched me right in the face. I never should have even told her about it; about how I was having trouble getting pregnant......I should have known.......” my words trail off as more sobs shake my body. 

“Come here.” Chris whispers. He pulls me against his chest and wraps his arms around me and I hold onto him as tight as I can. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against my hair. Over the sound of the wind blowing, I can hear raised voices inside and can only imagine what’s going on in there. And to think it had been a pretty decent night up until that point. 

“Will you take me home? I just....I don’t want to go back to Connor’s. I can’t be around any of them right now. I just want to go home and see Dodger and drink some more.” 

“Okay. Whatever you want.” 

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It’s all timing - pjm

– If you’re searching for a light and fluffy read well, this won’t be your cup of tea so continue with caution darlings! –

Title – It’s all timing

Pairing – cold husband! Jimin x clocksmith! OC

Genre – fantasy, romance, extreme amount of angst, time travel, smut, marriage, established relationship, Ceo, exes to lovers

Summary – I learnt the hard way that marriage can change a person. I would have never thought that an old watch will let me have a glimpse of my ex-husband’s world but don’t be mistaken I’m not here to fix things. I’m here to change it.

Warning(s) – Jimin is not a loveable character here (until way way later), cheating, mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, falling in and out of love, the past and present clash a lot, different timelines that may be confusing, this is going to be a wild ride girls and boys, themes of depression and sadness, feeling of worthlessness, and self-image distortion, numbness, discussion of not wanting to have children. Unedited.

Word Count – (5.2k)

[21st March 2021]

Things between us were not always complicated. Our friendship was always exceptional even when friends fought and sought different ways after freshman year at the local Community College, Jimin and I were glued to each other’s side and maybe that’s why no one was surprised as we announced our plans to get married after we graduated.

The new world that greeted us after we finished high school only seemed meaningful because I had Jimin by my side. At that time I had no idea I’ll fall for him this hard, he literally became the extension of myself, my arms and limbs and the lungs that kept me alive. He was my first serious boyfriend even though I dated a few guys here and there before him but none of those relationships seemed to work out either because of me or the guy. Jimin is someone who could easily have his ways with words so when he decided to show interest in me as in more than friends, it was inevitable that I would give in. He was a wonderful lover in the beginning. Passionate and loving, we had many movie nights that ended up with his hands down my pants as his thick fingers rubbed my clit. He bought me flowers and comforted me when I had a bad day.

His cunning smile could get him out of a lot of trouble. Maybe that’s why I never saw the other side of him that sometimes peeked through his carefully crafted mask. I decided to ignore all the red flags until I found myself in a loveless marriage with a man that I couldn’t recognise anymore. Once I realised what had happened it was already too late.

 [12nd November 2018]

Jimin hated the fact that I was a heavy sleeper. He even threatened me once that he’ll sleep in the guest room if he had to wake up one more time to my alarm relentlessly ringing while I showed no signs of waking up any time soon.

My workspace was on the other side of town. The rent was cheap so it was worth the extra miles and the full tank of gas in my car but because of it I had to wake up extra early so I could finish showering then I would go to the kitchen to make lunch for Jimin to take with him to work and still have enough time to get ready with a freshly brewed coffee in one hand and toast in the other. Even after our first year in marriage passed by like a flash, Jimin continued to be his affectionate self, he showered me with kisses and felt needy for my touch.

It was one of our best years together. Jimin started to get more involved with his father’s company and my workshop began to gain more popularity to my greatest surprise. While I was working on an old clock that was brought into my shop by an old married couple a few hours ago my focus kept wandering back to this morning. Smiling under my nose as I thought back to why I was late to open up my little workshop this particular morning.

Jimin likes to be spontaneous he always calls me a bore when I hesitate to try out new things but this time he did not have to do much convincing before I agreed. It was weirdly satisfying to wake up to Jimin’s head buried between the juncture of my thighs, shaking and aroused even though I couldn’t feel or hear him do all those sinful things to me while I was asleep. I didn’t feel him take off my panties or lift the covers to expose my bare centre to his hungry eyes and when our gazes met he proudly told me how well I took his fingers even while I was unconscious.

Experimenting was not something I was willing to do before Jimin showed me the appeal of trying out new things. With him by my side, I felt invincible like I could conquer the world if he stays next to me holding my hand tight.

We outlived all expectations. They said high school sweethearts don’t last, well, we did.  Even though both of our parents were against the idea of us marrying each other so young we ended up doing just that. Jimin proposed after we got our diploma and I said yes. We lived together as roommates throughout all those years we spent together studying and we moved in together after both of us got our first jobs as postgrads.

I was happy it felt like we were at the top of the world but if I had known that after that year everything will go downhill I would have tried to be happier.

 [24th December 2019]

Do you know what are the telltales of cheaters? Well, it starts with subtle changes in his behaviour, you begin to see him less he makes up excuses of having too much work to do or stress so that he could avoid your advances.

He tries to make it up to you with expensive gifts but they mean nothing after the tenth impersonal present because all you would ever want is his attention and love instead of those pathetic attempts of showing their devotion with empty words. The last and most important one on the list is the new anonymous contact on his phone that shows several phone calls and text messages back and forth for hours.

Jimin did all of those.

He stopped experimenting with me. He would fuck me from behind even when I told him I want to see his face. No foreplay, no more cute nose kisses and breathless laughs between the acts of lust and playful wandering fingers.

He no longer cared if I finished first or not at all because after he was done it meant it was over. Jimin took a shower and crawled into bed facing away from me now that this task was taken care of. After the fifth time that he left me hanging, I gathered all the courage that’s left in me to stop his hands from dipping under my pants. I felt disgusted and used he made me think I’m a mere fucktoy that he can discard once it lost its appeal.

I had one of the worst days at work. The clock I was working on was missing a crucial part that I could only import from abroad and the man who wanted it fixed told me to don’t bother because he can’t afford such an expensive repair. It was not something that I could control, the clock was antique for fucks sake. He left without paying for my services even though I told him it was not the only part that I needed to change.

On my way home, a drunk man almost crashed into me with his Sedan and it left me a little shaken up, it was justified to feel the way I was and when Jimin tried to make a move on me by groping my breasts without asking permission first I just snapped.

Not one to back up he snapped right back and it led to one of our ugliest fights. I couldn’t believe the words he so carelessly let out from between those poisonous lips. We had quarrels before every couple has that, it’s normal to disagree to some extents but he went too far this time around. It’s not just the words that left me a crying mess on our bedroom floor with snot stuffing my nostrils, sniffing and rubbing the tears from my swollen eyes. I broke down once I heard the front door shut with a force that made the windows shake. It was past midnight when I heard shuffling and muffled voices, I knew Jimin was back so I cracked the door open just enough to peek into the dark living room.

It was not just Jimin, the smell of alcohol penetrated my nostrils as I watched my husband with disgust, making out with a girl in our shared apartment. I couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring this chick back where we’re supposed to live together, it was just too much. Hearing him ram into her from the guest bedroom while I cried in our shared bedroom with just one wall separating us. I bet he didn’t even hear the front door closing while I dialled my friend’s number to pick me up. He couldn’t have heard that over that girl’s loud moaning.

I don’t remember when I finally stopped crying in my friend’s arms. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what happened. It was enough humiliation to witness my once loving husband come home with a quick fuck after a fight, it doesn’t matter that he was reeking of expensive shots of alcohol. It didn’t make his actions any less painful.

My heart broke into a million more pieces when I saw him calling me the next day. I didn’t have the guts to pick up, all I could see was him kissing another girl. I bet he was so drunk that he couldn’t remember anything, I wonder if he yelled at the girl in the morning to get the fuck out once he realised it’s not me who lays beside him. Wishful thinking on my part, he probably fucked her in the morning too just before he called me.

Somi finds my body doubled over her toilet throwing up water since it’s been a while I last ate. She helps me through it and gently gathers my hair into a loose ponytail so I won’t get any in my hair as beads of sweat and tears are rolling down my face. My body works on autopilot going through the cleaning motions as I take a burning hot shower and then lay down to get some rest. My body aches and the fatigue is evident in every lazy flutter of my lashes.

I hear his voice, pleading to my friend to let him see me. Now it’s dark outside, it must be hours that I slept through. Somi denies that I’m here and I’m thankful for her quick understanding, the last thing I want right now is to face him. Even though I never told her what happened between us she could sense that it’s more than just a little lovers quarrel.

Our second anniversary would have been next month but instead of roses and kisses next to a dimly lit dinner table, there’s only a big envelope with papers. Divorce papers. The first time he sees me after a month of silence is to have his signature that would end this relationship for good. Today should have been a nice memory filled with laughter and passionate lovemaking. Maybe we were never meant to find each other. Better off as friends, these simple yet powerful words might have saved our future back then if one of us were brave enough to say it.

Jimin looks worn out, it’s obvious he rushed here from his office once you called, he wears his formal attire. He didn’t think you would show up even though it’s supposed to be the day that you should celebrate another year of marriage.

The papers lay heavy on his side of the table as he skims through the content he sees that you already signed your part. He picks up the pen that I prepared in advance, his hands are shaking almost crushing the poor stationery in half with the strength that he holds it.

”I don’t want to d-divorce.” It’s the first sentence that he says to me. His lips are quivering and fat tears are rolling down his cheeks by the time he dares to look into my eyes. I’m however are past the point of shedding crocodile tears. I cried over him enough times to make my face feel numb and puffy with the amount of sadness that poured out of my body in pathetic waves. I can’t keep eye contact for long as his face keeps reminding me of that night I tried so hard to erase from my memory this past month. A part of me is furious seeing him cry, he was the one who sealed out fate. He has no right to feel sad or plead with me to give him another chance.

”If you ever loved me, you will sign it. I give you a week to do the right thing.” With those last words, our anniversary ended.

 [13rd October 2020]

”It’s been a whole year after your divorce, don’t you think it’s time to get yourself out there again?” So this is why she wanted to see me I realise.

I know Somi means well, but I dread those words coming out of her mouth every once in a while. If I think about it she was always good at choosing the worst timing to bring the subject up. She’s not aware that this particular day holds a lot of those sour memories that I once cherished. This day was once one of the most important days to me, to us.

Today is Jimin’s Birthday, it’s the first time since we became friends and then later lovers that we don’t spend this day together anymore. I don’t know how to feel about it yet. I used this new year to heal from my wounds that the love of my life left behind. Getting used to living alone after living with someone for so long was tough. I caught myself making more food than I needed or when I was shopping I got those yoghurts that Jimin loves so much even though I’ve always hated the taste of those. I end up throwing them out at home. I blocked his number and any kind of social media that I could think of from the top of my head. The silence between us was crushing at first, I thought that there are no more tears left to shed but when I got our divorce papers from my attorney I couldn’t stop the new waves of tears from escaping.

Yet all my efforts seem to be in vain as my mind keeps going back to him. I catch myself wondering how he’s doing. If he feels as shitty as me even after a full year apart. If he ever wished things would have been different between us. I just wanted to know if he ever regretted destroying our marriage because of another girl. I don’t know if they are together or not or if he dates her now that I’m out of the picture but it’s better left this way. I’m already heartbroken, seeing him again would just open up my barely healed wounds.

”Can we not talk about this today? I’m feeling kinda low right now.” I sigh, shaking my head habitually if only it would make me stop thinking about him. There’s an old fashioned watch with a silver-coated socket in front of me, it’s pretty. A middle-aged woman brought it to me today telling me that it was a gift from his grandfather but it was never in working condition. She went to several locksmiths over the years but no one could fix it so she asked at last that I would be willing to pay for it. I found it interesting so I agreed to buy it from her. I started working on the old watch and at the beginning, it didn’t want to tick even when I made the necessary changes. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it when seemingly it didn’t have anything that needed to be fixed.

On my way home after a rough day at work, I bought some soju from the corner convenience store so I could at least get drunk enough to sleep through the whole night. The pills my therapist prescribed for me doesn’t seem to work at all nowadays.

I placed the watch down onto my bedside table and pulled the comforter over my drunk head. I heard the loud ticking of a clock but I don’t remember having one on the wall. I thought that my drunk mind probably was still hung up on the fact that I couldn’t even fix a simple watch so I shrugged the noises off and closed my eyes until red dots filled my vision.

I just need some sleep.

 [13rd November 2018]

”Wake up, baby. You’ll be late again.” There’s a kiss on my shoulder then on my temple as warm hands turn me around in bed. It feels oddly familiar to have two hands around my waist that pulls me into a hard chest, blond fluffy hair fills my vision once my eyelashes flutter open.

I’m back in our shared bedroom at his lavish apartment that’s a lot better than the shitty apartment that I was able to afford after our messy divorce. Divorce? Wait. A. Fucking. Minute. What is Jimin doing here holding me? It’s been too long that I saw him but he looks oddly young here, the Jimin I last saw started to get wrinkles and lost a bit of weight but this man reminds me of the boy I fell in love with. I remember getting drunk last night but I’m sure even at the state I was in I couldn’t get here on my own and I don’t remember getting a taxi or even getting up from my bed last night. I frantically search for my phone that I conveniently find on the nightstand, speechless as I watch Jimin stretch like we just didn’t share a bed together after one year of not seeing each other. He shouldn’t look so relaxed while I panic internally.

Then I see the date as my phone screen activates with my touch. I don’t use this phone anymore, I got another one after I blocked Jimin’s number because this device was a birthday present from him that kept reminding me of, well, him so I decided to change it even though I couldn’t afford a similar model like this with my single salary. I remember this day like it only happened yesterday it was around the time that he got a good position at his father’s company and we were both invited to a found raiser event. I bought this beautiful red dress that he eagerly ripped off of me once we were back at home slightly buzzed on the champagne.

It doesn’t make sense though. The only explanation that I can come up with is that I might be still drunk and I’m hallucinating of some sort after all it was just yesterday that Jimin’s birthday made me think about us again.

I lock myself into the bathroom. Sighing in relief once I am able to get away from Jimin’s inquiring eyes. He looked so confused when I refused to kiss him on the lips. I always kissed him goodbye before I went to work when things were still good between us. I just don’t know what to make of things right now, I’m so confused. It doesn’t feel like a dream at all and Jimin acts like he’s my husband rather than my ex-husband who cheated on me.

I splash some water on my face to calm down my nerves and I gasp when I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair, it’s long. I got rid of those long locks after our divorce was done, Jimin liked my hair like this, long and curly, so I decided to cut it short.

”Baby, did you bring your work home? I don’t remember seeing this old thing on our nightstand when we went to sleep.” Eyes widening I rip open the bathroom door startling Jimin as I grab the old watch out of his hands. The digits are frozen one at eight and the other at one. 18. 2018? Jimin catches my hand mid-air as I try to slap myself so I could make sure this is not a dream.

”Baby say something. You’re scaring me. Are you alright?” Jimin holds my hand gently thumbs rubbing my skin as his eyes express his worry. It’s been a while since he was so affectionate. He stopped caring for me after he found that girl. I let him pull me into a hug, I missed this. I missed him but this moment doesn’t change the fact that the Jimin I loved so much cheated on me.

I left to go to work earlier than I used to around this time and I know Jimin noticed. I told him to get some takeout for lunch too.

I worked on the clocks hoping that it will distract me but it just made me think of what happened this morning more. Doing it the second time around made the process easier, I knew what was wrong with the clocks before I get them into pieces. I even remembered the young couple who brought an expensive watch to get it more fitted to his arms and he accidentally left his bracelet on my working bench after trying on the watch to see it fits after the adjustments.

Jimin sulked a little after I denied his kisses but he didn’t force me and for that I was thankful. He nagged me even when we were surrounded by his father’s workers at the found raising event to tell him what made me ’mad’ at him because he wants to apologize properly if he did something wrong. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t just tell him he should apologize for something he will do in the future, it will just make me the weird one.

I was nervous to go home after the event because I remember how this night was supposed to end. My hand tightens around his arm when I see her approach us. I feel my stomach sink when she smiles at the both of us, introducing herself as Jimin’s coworker. I didn’t remember meeting her here but at that time I had no idea she’ll be the one who my husband cheats on me with. It was dark that day but I remember her blonde hair and her voice. I remember her moaning Jimin’s name.

”Y/N?” I snap my head towards the sound of his voice. He looks concerned it’s not the first time tonight that he had to repeat what he said. I feel sick, my body subconsciously leans on him to get a grip of reality.

I realised this is when it began. Her smile is anything but genuine as she fakes her concern, I can see the jealousy in her dark orbs as she watches my hand around my husband’s arm. She wanted him for herself all this time. She just doesn’t know yet that she succeeded a year after. A tear slid down my cheeks but I aggressively got rid of it before it could reach my chin. Jimin caged me between his strong arms drawing soothing circles onto my back but it doesn’t affect my body positively how it used to I cried harder inside his arms.

Jimin excused us and she relented even though it was clear as day that she wanted to send me daggers through her stare rather than her wishes for me to get better. The car ride was silent, he didn’t let go of my hand and I let him. I let this version of Jimin comfort me because he didn’t do anything wrong, not yet. He had no idea that this was our last happy years spent together before everything went downhill after that.

He held me in his arms.

 [5th March 2019]

After my revisit of 2018, I realised a few things. Firstly, I can travel between time with that old watch that only seem to works for a short period of time until it stops at the year I want to visit. The second thing I learnt is that Jimin can be manipulated with the right words. I decided after that night I saw her face raging with malice and jealousy that I’ll find out what really had happened between them. I know Jimin loved me even though I had doubts about it after our divorce. I knew him well we spend so much time together as friends even before we started dating. However, I never thought he would go so low as to cheat on his wife.

He was always gentle and understanding with me. Accepting the fact that I didn’t want to have children. He loved them but accepted me for who I was and never questioned why I felt this way. He was a good man, a good husband.

So I decided to watch him from afar and when she thought no one was looking, she showed her teeth like a venomous snake planting ideas into Jimin’s head talking shit about me, twisting my actions and words; going as far as telling him she thinks I am cheating on him! I know those pictures were fake as I did no such thing. I was so in love with him I would never betray him like that.

Then I remembered his odd change in behaviour, how he treated our once lovemaking sessions as fucking. How he couldn’t look into my eyes while he buried his dick inside my cunt made sense in a way now.

He thought I was the one who played him. He let himself believe that I was late from our dinners because I was fucking someone behind his back and when I told him I’m not in the mood to have sex. He got even angrier he thought that if I lied to his face he will show me what pain feels like by fucking that snake in our guest bedroom. My head was swimming overwhelmed with this information.

The truth hurt like hell.

I thought I will feel somewhat better once I discovered the truth but I feel even shitter. Jimin believed her, he didn’t bother to ask me if I was indeed cheating on him but can I really blame him? I didn’t ask either when I suspected it. We let our insecurities and that jealous bitch stand in between our marriage making it crumble down to pieces. I was angry, raging as my hand shook with it and it led me back to that day it happened. It felt too late to fix things so I closed my eyes and turned the clock. Leaving everything behind. Once and for all.

There’s nothing left for me to change in our past, I can’t fix our past mistakes but maybe I could change things in the future. Starting with exposing that snake. I wasn’t even surprised to see her as the head of the newly developed department.

[11st April 2021]

Jimin took over the firm after his father fell ill as I got to know from her assistant. I could tell she was surprised to see my face but even more surprised to realise it’s not Jimin’s whereabouts that I want to know but rather hers.

I shouldn’t be this smug about the fact that he cut all ties with her after our divorce. Deep down he was still a good man who couldn’t believe the fact that he fucked someone else while his wife cried next door with just one thin wall separating them.

I pictured this moment in my head a lot after I came back from the past. I’m way past the hurt and anger that settled in my bones for a full year and even before that. Instead, I felt eerily calm for someone who’s here to put up a show for the employees. I don’t even care if they think I’m crazy because once I locate her in her cubicles and dig my hair into her scalp pulling her hair hard with my iron grip all I could feel is utter satisfaction.

”I hope you enjoyed your good fuck. Was it satisfying to make my husband a cheater? I bet it was. Did you think I will never find out that you fed him lies and spread rumours about me sleeping around with men?”

Even the security watched as I pulled her by the hair the commotion around us almost drowned out the crying noises she made because of the pain. I didn’t pull that hard though, I hate her with every fibre of my being but I’m not a malicious person like her. She would deserve worse than what I’m doing but I never want to go down to her level ever again so I let her go.

”How did you found out?” She looked pale as a ghost. I know she was scared she had every right to be because I’m sure I have that crazy look in my eyes.

”It doesn’t matter. What does matter, however, is that now I know what you did to him. All for what? Just to have him all to yourself? Look how that turned out for you.” The people around us fell silent that’s how I knew Jimin is here. So I took a step closer to her and smiled.

”I never cheated on him but you know this well. This is not even why I feel so angry. The reason why I want to rip your hair out right this instant is not because you spread lies and badmouthed me but because you made him a cheater.”

It’s his first time seeing me after our divorce but I’ve been seeing him these past weeks thanks to the old watch. This time around I was able to look into his eyes and see that boy I fell in love with. We went through so much together, maybe.

Maybe we can overcome this too.

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Can I request a Snape x Reader where the reader gets pregnant and reveals her pregnancy in the form of a Christmas gift, maybe some cute baby kittens? 🥺 absolutely love your work, and thought to keep it christmassy!

A/N: Thank you so much for your compliment and for this cute request! I hope you like the way this one turned out! ❤️

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Word count: 2189

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, Swearing

Due to your Job at the tea shop at Diagon alley you always got very busy around the Christmas Holidays. Starting at the end of November the Wizards, Witches, goblins and a lot of more magic beings started to flood the small shop only to get the best tea in whole England, atleast that's what Severus your longterm boyfriend called it. Severus was a Potions Professor at Hogwarts one of the most popular schools for magic. The two of you met around 6 years ago when he ran into your shop only to get a bag of tea. He was very late and you actually already had closed but when your gaze met his you fell for him. That's why you let him in your shop after closing time to buy the last pack of peppermint tea. On the Next day he came back early in the morning as the first costumer of the day only to buy some more tea. This continued two weeks long until he had every variation of tea at his kitchen and finally dared to ask you out. Since then the both of you have been inseparable. The both of you never fought- you always somehow agreed with each other on every topic. Even though he might be a little older than you are, eleven years to be exact, he always shared your opinions. 

That's why you knew exactly what to get for Severus on Christmas and what not. To bring more happiness into the small house at Spinners end the both of you always thought about adopting a cat. At first Severus was a little bit skeptical but when he saw that little kitten at the animal shelter in Cokesworth he fell in love with a little lady named Ally. He was crazy about her and you had never seen him this happy about something before. Because the Owls approached shortly before Christmas this year and you couldn't take some time off before the 24th of December you had to decide that Ally would move in with you the day after Christmas. It wouldn't be fair to her if she, as she was only a kitten yet, would've to stay at home all alone all day long. That's why you decided to wait which seemed to be the best solution for everyone.

Anyways. Today was the 16th of December and only after two hours after your shift started your feet started to hurt. This usually only happens short before your shift ended at 7 Pm but not at 2Pm. Not thinking anything about it you kept working and selling everyone the most variously teas in town. But it wasn't until a few hours later as you noticed how the smell of Vanilla almost made you choke. It turned from one of your favourite smells into your worst nightmare. Thinking about enchanting the damn box of vanilla tea you got more and more stressed out by every minute.

,,Is everything alright Y/N?" Your co-worker and chef Kim asked as she passed you a cup of tea. Curious she raised her brows.

,,Yes, I'm alright. Just caught a Cold or something." Smirking she nodded and you knew that she probably thought of completely other things.

,,Or maybe it's because you are all my cupcakes, dear." She now said in a bit huffing tone only to show you the empty plate as an evidence sign.

,,I'm sorryyy- they're just so great." Rolling her eyes Kim now sat down next to you. ,,I know. That's why you stole them the last few weeks from the fridge."

,,I'll get you new ones tomorrow, I promise." Chuckling you grabbed a cookie from your lunchbox before taking another sip of your tea.

,,I really hope so. Or else I have to ask Severus for a Potion that could make you hate Cupcake or I don't know.. enchant them or something. He's probably more intelligent than I am when it's about inventing spells and potions." She mumbled while browsing through a new catalog of tea ingredients and jars. The day went by without any further events and you almost couldn't wait anymore until Severus would come back home in less than 8 days by now.

Waking up in the morning you knew something wasn't right. Your stomach turned around and you barely made it to the toilet until the cupcakes and cookies from yesterday and the tea made their way up your throat again. This couldn't be happening. It was the most important time of the year for the shop and you just couldn't get sick right now. Somehow, even though you were 25 Minutes late, you still made it to the tea shop where a stressed out Kim was awaiting you.

,,Y/N! Thank Merlin you're here! I though you wouldn't come at all." Shaking your Head You silently took her place at the cashbox so she could do her job. As the lunchtime came around and you got to close the shop for round about 30 Minutes Kim wasn't waiting long until pressuring you to another smalltalk again.

,,Why do you look so sad? Did you forgot the Cupcakes or something?" Her Face was tensioned as the thought of not getting her loved cupcakes again.

,,They're in the fridge." You sighed before rubbing your eyes and leaning back against the wall. Watching her hovering above the plate of cupcakes you had to talk to her. ,,Sorry for being late. I just- I had to throw up all morning long. It's a nightmare." Holding a Cupcake in her hand the pink haired woman who was also somehow your best friend now listened closer to what you said.

,,Let's hope You're not pregnant, I wouldn't be able to lead the shop without you." She mumbled and bid into the sweet bakery in her hand. ,,Maybe it's just something about your Period coming up. PMS or so what."

,,I don't know. I can't even remember my last Period." You joked innocently, bid into a cupcake as well only to almost spit it out a few seconds after. Kim's eyes widened as well.

,,No way!" She said now putting the cupcake aside. ,,No fricking way!" Kim now gasped and held her hand above her mouth. You instantly realised that you couldn't remember your last period because you didn't had one. Wiping your mouth with a paper towel that Kim just gave you you rethought the last few months. The last time you really remembered your period was around October. October?! ,, Don't Play jokes on me!" She almost squeaked jumping happily up and down. If you really were pregnant she'd always of course support you and Severus. Wait- Shit- you had to tell Severus! But you didn't even made a test yet. Was it even necessary? Of course it was necessary. Looking back at Kimberly you just noticed how she had been talking to you all the time.

,,You know what, Sweety? You will take some time off today. I'll get Sarah to help me out and you can things get figured out, ok?"  Just nodding easily you couldn't be happy just yet but just worry. If you were pregnant you were sure that Severus would be a lovely father but what about you? Are you ready to be a mom? A good mom the child of someone like Severus would deserve? And even worse if you weren't pregnant, would you feel sad or relieved? Would Severus even like to have kids with you? Your thought were so busy to rethink everything that you got out of words when you sat at the bathroom on the rim of the bathtub holding up the potion Kim just handed you and thinking about the Muggle pregnancy test you also got which were also about to tell you if you were expecting a baby or not.

,,And how do I use the potion?" You had asked Kim on the phone.

,,You have to spit in it and maybe shake it a little bit. If it turns red you're not pregnant." She said as her curiosity almost made her jump through the phone but you just hung up while still being shocked. Doing as she said you spit in the small jar, mixing it up with the fluid in it and shaking it. As you sat it down on the counter you buried your face in your hands. This was nerve wrecking! And a few seconds later you had your results.

24th December You had set up the Christmas Tree by yourself and already made Dinner so you and Severus could relax as soon as he would arrive late at the evening. Also you managed to pick up Ally earlier then planned due to Kim telling you to stay at home until Severus would be back again. The last few days you were so nervous it was stealing your sleep. Not being able to relax you sat on the couch watching Ally sleep in her small basket. Only when you heard the Keys turn in the lock you felt like some weight fell off your shoulders.

,,Y/N, love. I'm home." Your tall Boyfriend instantly went looking for you. Pulling you close to kiss you he softly hummed against your lips- you missed him so much! After he let go of you he instantly kneeled down to pet Ally. ,,She's so cute, isn't she?" Nodding he looked up to you. ,,She's a baby!" His voice was so high pitched it made you chuckle instantly. He was a strict man and seeing him becoming so excited about this tiny kitty was just too cute. As he got himself to let go of her he took off his jacket and sat down on the couch next to you. He always enjoyed slowly arriving at home just spending the first few moments with you but you were just too tensed. ,,Ready for Dinner?" You quickly pressed. Before Severus could answer you already hurried to the Kitchen.

The Dinner went on surprisingly unproblematic. He talked about the so very ugly Christmas sweater he got from Minerva and how he gave her some pink socks in return. To his disadvantage she loved the socks and wasn't upset or anything at all. They loved getting themselves the ugliest Presents they found so they could watch the other one being teased. Last year he got her the Biography from Lockhart- ohh she was raging about this one! ,,I'm never ever going to wear that ,thing'. Anyways, your presents are always the bests. I can't wait to see what you got me." He said before downing the last bite of chicken down with some wine. Smiling nervous you just nodded getting up to wash the plates. ,,Y/N, let me do that after we unwrapped our gifts." He smiled and kissed your neck softly.

Your legs felt like they would collapse any second that's how nervous you were by now. How would he react? Well, you were about to find out.

Sitting next to each other at the couch he smiling gave you another kiss. ,,What's bothering you so much?" He whispered against your lips and you knew your cover has been blown. His hands carefully petted the small kitty who just walked over his legs to lay down on your lap.

,,I'm just nervous that you maybe won't like my present. That's all." And by that you gave him the small box form below the tree.

,,I'm sure i will love the present as much as I love you." His smile was as wide as could be but as he opened the lid of the box and it discovered the small cat plushie, the potion you used to discover your pregnancy and a small baby body in the colours of Slytherin it faded. He was staring at it not believing his eyes. ,,What does this mean?" You opened your mouth but no words left your mind.

,,Y/N, if you're just joking - that's - that's not funny." He said now suddenly vulnerable and his eyes started to glistening. ,,I'm pregnant, Sev." You mumbled trying to hide your Face behind your hair. He suddenly breathed out and he hugged you tight.

,,I'm going to be a father?" Getting up while still hugging you he spun you around. Chuckling you noticed how all your worries weren't important at all. The relief was knocking all your doubts down. Looking at Severus you couldn't help it but cry - he was so very happy.

,,You're going to be the best father ever." ,,And you the best Mom. I knew that your present would be the best!" Letting you down you both sat down again. Instantly Severus hand found their way to your stomach trying to feel any type of Life.

,,Well, I have to admit that the new teacup I got for you isn't as good as your surprise. But I hope you still like it. I never thought I’d become a father myself- that’s so great!“ And again you kissed him being happy about the changes and the new members of your family. The both of you couldn't be happier!

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[chronicalchaos]

Wick modern AU: Explained +Some fun facts

Uhm, i was gonna wait until i finish this AU's synopsis and new book cover, but both will be taking a while until they get ready...

And i wanted to post this "overview" for a while now, anyways, here's some fun facts and a summary of the story:

Old book cover:

I'm really proud of Sam's shading, but the twins look weird and Tom looks old...I won't use this cover, 'cus Travis and Duncan are main characters as well and i want to include them on the cover. +My art style changed!

Story summary:

Just a quick thing! I changed quite a few things to fit the narrative and the modern days setting, i hope you understand!

The story of this AU happens in September 2014, a little less than a month until Sam’s birthday, where the Weavers aren't dead– Well, most of them aren't...

The narrative is centered on a curse, that was based on the audio that plays when you pick up Benny's bible, where 7 people are affected by it: Tim, Tom, John, Sam, John's brother/Sam's dad(I won't name him), Mary and James.

Sam's, Travis' and Duncan's side of the story will be more on the investigative side maybe with a bit of comedy(I'm not good with writing that, so it will most likely be just investigation), while Tim and Tom's side will be the more angst and unusual/horror side. Sam will have a bit of horror as well, since he's linked with them by the curse, but the twins will definitely have the spotlight when it comes to horror/unusual stuff.

Fun Facts:

General:

The story happens a week, maybe a bit more, after summer break

Even tho one of the first chapters is set on school, them going to school will probably just be mentioned or implied, Example: Them leaving a school bus

For some reason, i saw a few stories where everyone knew what polio is and how it works, which i felt it wouldn't be realistic, so that won't happen here

It has a lot of paranormal stuff

The summer camp by the Weaver's property is closed and has been like that for a few years now

Just Mary and James call the twins Changelings, the rest of the city knows there are "changelings" walking around, just, not that the twins are them

There's no changelings, they think there is, but in reality it's just a curse(like that's something lighter than a demon switched with a child at birth)

The song that helps me get in the mood of this story when I'm writing is "Far too young to die" by Panic! At the disco

Timas Weaver:

Tim is 12, he'll be 13 in...approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the oldest between him and Tom

He's almost an inch shorter than Tom

He has a huge burn scar! It goes from a bit more than half of his chest, both his arms, his palms and his whole neck, he got that scar when he was 3 years old

He's does not have asthma, but he does have extreme pyrophobia on it's place

He has flat affect, his face doesn't match his emotions/he looks serious most of the time(I'm so sorry if I don't portrait it right! Please give me constructive criticism if I do something wrong here!)

He's a theater kid and would be quoting a lot of musicals if Mary didn't isolate him and Tom from the world(The theater part only exists because of his and Tom's masks)

The whittling thing exists here, but like, it won't be of much importance to the story, the knife will! But not the whittle part

He despises spiders and it's Tom's fault!

He climbs trees (there's not much I can say here to be honest)

He has this...i don't know if you can call it a quirk, but, he tends to tilt his head to the left, it's kinda random

He's ambidextrous, was left handed, but Mary forced him to learn to use his right hand

He teached himself how to throw knifes...don't mess with him

Paranoia!

Needs therapy

Tomathy Weaver:

Tom is 12 and will be 13 in approximately 3 months

He was born December 30th 2001 and is the youngest between him and Tim

He's almost an inch taller than Tim

He doesn't have Polio now, he did when he was...around 5 years old

His left leg is bigger than his right one, his right feet reaches his left ankle

His left ankle is paralyzed, that's why he uses a leg brace

He's claustrophobic, he developed that on the same day Tim got his scar and pyrophobia

He won first place on a spelling bee before he got Polio and he used to spell when he got anxious, but after John's disappearence he started shuddering, shaking and cracking his joints instead, very similar to how he shudders on the game

He loves spiders!

He is really flexible, but, because of his polio, he can't play around with it anymore

He likes to draw

He has pretty bad scoliosis

Paranoia #2!

Socially awkward baby

Went to therapy when little, needs to go back

Caleb Weaver:

Caleb is 9 years old

He was born August 19th 2005

He's almost the same height as Timas

He was a year old when Tom had polio

He's actually James' kid, not John's

He won first place in 2014's(the year the story happens) county track meet

He dislikes Tim

Lillian Weaver:

Lillian is 5 years old

She was born February 28th 2009

She's a bit tall for her age

She's notorious for making little deals between her and her siblings, like helping them get away with something in exchange of something(getting her out of class during their recess, buying a new plushy, etc.)

She's a really curious and affectionate kid, loves hugs, kisses and especially being picked on someone's lap

She loves bunnies(even tho this isn't a surprise)

Benjamin Weaver:

Benjamin is 14 years old and will be 15 in less then a month

He was born October 24th 1999

He's just really tall compared to the twins (it's kinda funny, Tim and Tom are 4 years older than Caleb, but they are just an inch taller than him)

He's really religious and prays a lot for his siblings' health and safety

He's been trying to take care of Tom after John's disappearence, since Mary doesn't do it, much the opposite, she hides Tom's medicines on purpose

Mary Weaver:

I didn't give her neither an age nor a birthday...i probably need to do that

She had an affair with James, when the twins were 4 and Benny was 6, Caleb was born from this affair

She doesn't hit any of her kids, but she does neglect most of them

On the nights between Saturday and Sunday, she doesn't sleep, she spends this time praying with a candle, then, before they go to church, she writes everything that happened that night on her diary

She has a lot of diaries, she keeps them in the attic

She's a little bitch(i don't know what else to say about her)

Pastor James McAlroy:

James also doesn't have an age nor birthday (i only have the Weaver kids and Sam's birthdays)

He won't appear much, but he does have a big role on the story

He's Caleb's biological dad(i mentioned that like 3 times already)

He tried doing a "honest-to-god exorcism" on the twins, it was just a cover for an attempt of murder

He's a toxic little shit(there's not much I can say about him)

Samuel Burton:

Sam is 12 years old and will be 13 in less than a month

He was born in October 2nd 2001

Him and Travis are Brothers on their mom's part

He's cousin with the Weavers, minus Caleb, they just don't know each other

He can be just as smug as Travis sometimes

He absolutely hates going on ghost hunting, he thinks it's dumb

He has long hair and freckles all over his body

He's just too lazy to tie his own shoes

He's the only one that remembers to bring a backpack when ghost hunting

While Travis is the camera man, he's the flashlight guy

Travis Burton:

Travis is 15 years old and i don't have a birthday for him, well, he would be born in 1999 just like Benny

He doesn't like wearing glasses, but doesn't have other choice, he either doesn't take proper care of his lenses and gets his eyes irritated or he just lost them

He's the face of his and Duncan's channel

He tries to drag Sam to be part of the channel, but he doesn't really want to be part of it

He cusses way too much

He's brave, only because he goes face first into danger without thinking

Duncan:

Duncan is 15 and would also be born in 1999

Big ass coward, sends Travis and Sam to go investigate on his place every fucking time

Entitled as fuck

The "brain" behind his and Travis' channel

He's suspiciously good on researching, he'll find the most unexpected things about you

He's a little shit as well

...i think that's it! Now i can go continue the first chapter and maybe finish it soon