#she’s fussing cause she wants to put her lotion on n he’s just holding her hostage </3

[bunnyrafe]

babydoll comes out of the shower and rafe traps her in his arms and sniffs for her at least ten minutes.

[wienerbarnes]

Much Ado About Nothing (5/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,747

Warnings: none! wedding stuff? 

A/N: happy new year yall hope everyone had a safe one! das all imma say tho im keeping my mouth shut about 2021 i aint risking shit anyway enjoy this chapter :P

MAIN MASTERLIST | MUCH ADO MASTERLIST

For being given a week, the ballroom looks immaculate. Satin drapes and tablecloths of cream and white cover the room, gold and olive green accents strewn throughout. The handful of tables in the room have large centerpieces of small white flowers, thin branches, and delicate leaves, as well as a lace trim around the vase they rest in. A warm toned light makes the room look bigger than it is and the dancefloor welcoming for everyone.

The wedding guests include the team, of course, some of Sharon’s family that were able to make it in such short notice, and anyone’s dates were welcomed. Sam brought a date himself, Sharon extended the invitation to some agents she’d been training over the last few months, and she told you invite those who worked in the lab with you.

She insisted, in fact.

Sharon banished you and Nat to the ballroom, while she finished getting ready, wanting to have a few minutes by herself before the wedding started. You assume Steve felt similarly when you see Sam and Bucky enter the ballroom and merge together with the rest of the team. You linger by the bar, hoping to get a bit of liquid courage before the party starts, but to your dismay, the bar doesn’t open until after the ceremony.

You also don’t want to take a seat because you’ll be one of Sharon’s bridesmaids, along with Nat. You and her wear matching warm brown dresses with a slit on the side, tying in with the neutral and woodsy tones going on throughout the rest of the wedding. Sam and Bucky wear brown bow ties and you assume they’re taking the role of Steve’s groomsmen. You pray you don’t have to walk with Bucky.

As more and more people take their seats, you find Nat and meet the other boys at the back of the room.

“Sam already claimed me.” She tells you cheekily as she loops her arm through Sam’s bent elbow.

Of course he did. You sigh and begrudgingly loop your own arm through Bucky’s as he smirks. While the group of you wait for the music to start to indicate your time to begin walking, you take in the man standing next to you.

He smells crisp and clean, his cologne smelling fresh and flooding your senses with lavender, rosemary, and cedarwood. His bicep is ginormous in your hand and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him through his suit jacket that he wears. He cleans up really nicely. Not that you’ll tell him, but you’ll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the night.

Bucky’s mind goes through a similar thought process. Your skin is shiny and smooth, and he imagines you applied lotion while getting ready with the other girls. Maybe there hints of glitter in whatever cream you use, because to him, it looks like you’re glowing. You smell like the sweetest of roses and juiciest of fruits, and you look good enough for him to take a bite. He won’t give you the satisfaction of a compliment - God knows the argument that would lead to - but he imprints this vision of you in his mind to remember.

Finally, Steve enters the ballroom and makes his way towards the front of the room and any few people left standing take their seats. As people settle, Steve adjusts his jacket and glances over the room to take in all of his loved ones in one room. He glances over to where John sits alongside Leila and Kennedy, the two other lab interns that work under you, he’s come to learn about. He briefly wonders what John is thinking about, if he thinks his plan worked, if he thinks Steve is going to cause a huge scene in front of everyone, accusing Sharon of cheating in some big explosion. He wonders what John’s reaction will be when he witnesses him marry the most beautiful woman in the world, kissing her to solidify their love.

He can’t wait.

Soon enough the music starts and Nat and Sam begin down the aisle, you and Bucky following after. For someone that has hated the idea of love for so long, walking down the aisle like this feels really great. You’re not sure if it's the anticipation for the bride, or the decorations, or the huge hunk of handsome soldier guiding you down to the front of the room, but it makes you feel tingly all over. Almost makes you want a wedding of your own. Almost.

As Bucky makes his way down the aisle with you on his arm, he meets Steve’s eye, who gives him a smirk that looks a lot like I told you so. He ignores it, though. He knows he’ll get picked on later, but for now, he enjoys having you so close to him. You’re close to him outside of the lab, outside of a mission, outside of an argument. You’re close to him, holding onto his arm like you’re his girl in a sweet silence. He can almost get used to this. Almost.

Once everyone’s in their place, the rest of the guests rise as the music changes and Sharon enters the ballroom. Her dress is beautiful; a lacy brassiere top to connect the flowing train, all of the silk following her walk, making her elegant and glowing. Her hair is lightly curled and there are a few white flowers pinned around the back of her head, matching the rest of the room.

The officiant reads everything they have to and Steve and Sharon share their vows, causing everyone in the room to shed a tear or two. Nat and Sam find it particularly amusing to see you and Bucky wipe a few tears as well, seeming to get foggy eyed in spite of their hatred for love. They’re too busy silently teasing their friends to notice the fume coming from John’s ears, realizing his plan didn’t work the way he wanted it to.

There’s still time, he thinks. Maybe Steve didn’t want to make a big, public fuss. Yeah, once everything is over, he’ll take her upstairs and they’ll talk and soon enough they’ll announce that they’re marriage is over! Shorter than the Kardashians.

Finally, Steve and Sharon kiss to seal their marriage, sharing their official first kiss as husband and wife. Cheers and clapping erupt in the room as the couple makes their way back down the aisle, Nat, Sam, you, and Bucky following after. The lights dim a bit and the bar opens as the music changes to encourage people to mingle and dance until the couple emerges once more.

“What’s the matter, don’t like weddings?” You tease John, coming up behind him, your voice making him jump from leaning against the bar the way he was.

“Uh - No, not really.” He says, turning to face you, feeling awkward as he talks to his boss after trying to sabotage her best friend’s wedding.

“They grow on you.” Bucky’s deep voice makes him jump once more as it comes behind him, forcing him to turn away from you and face him, staring at his towering stance.

“Uhm -” John stumbles as he realizes he’s cornered against the bar by you and Bucky.

“Did you really think you’d get away with it? I mean, you’re surrounded by spies and an artificial intelligence system that records everything in the tower.” Bucky tells him.

John’s eyes widen as they glance between you and Bucky, realizing where he went wrong in his plan. I should’ve figured out a way to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Or at least get rid of any footage of what I did!

“Not to mention the fact that Steve and Sharon are too disgustingly in love with each other to even fall for the kind of charade you put on. In my lab, nonetheless,” You add, “Some kind of unfunny joke by an ex-lab intern.”

“Ex?” John confirms.

“Oh, yea. Leila and Kennedy, too. I don’t want to waste my time training and giving experience and advice to the kind of people that lie, play around, and cause mischief in a lab and in a tower where some of the most important and delicate information in the world is handled. If I wanted that, I’d have Barnes, here, as an intern.” You tell him.

“Hey, I thought we were on the same team here -” Bucky tries to interject, but you smack his arm to get him back into the focus of their conversation with John.

“Anyway,” Bucky continues, “Why don’t you do us the favor of getting out of here? We’ll tell Steve and Sharon that you’re sorry you weren’t feelin’ well and had to head out early. Unless, you’d like for me to get them and bring ‘em over here?” He slings an arm over John’s shoulder, leading him over to one of the exit doors, as John nods his head in agreement, accepting his defeat.

Once John has left and the wedding is officially safe again, Bucky meets you back at where you wait at the bar.

“Nice job, McGeek.” He tells you, leaning on the bar next to you as you turn to face him better.

“Could say the same to you. He looked real scared there at the end.” You giggle.

“He should be, he almost got Steve’s ass kicked by me when Sharon first told us the whole situation.” Bucky tells you, leaning just a bit closer to you.

The bartender comes over to them asking what they’d like to drink. “Whiskey, neat, please. How bout you, Geeky?” Bucky says.

“Vodka cran.” You order.

“Really? That’s your drink of choice?” Bucky teases.

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, I thought you’d pick a drink that’s actually good, is all.”

“And here I was revelling in the fact that this was the longest conversation we’ve had where we’re not at each other’s throats.” You tell him.

“Well -” Bucky’s cut off by the dimming of the lights and change in music as Sharon and Steve enter the room again to share their first dance.

His words are forgotten as he watches his best friend dance with his bride, the two of them looking happier than Bucky’s ever seen. Bucky feels a smile bloom on his own face as he watches on; he’s so happy for Steve. He knows this is all he’s ever wanted. The girl, the marriage, the house together, the kids in the future. The happy ending. And he’s happy that despite things - or people - trying to get in the way of that, Steve still got the happy ending he deserves.

He peeks over to see you have a similar smile, admiring the love shared between your best friend and his. He gets lost staring at you as the DJ is heard inviting anyone else to join the newlyweds on the dancefloor.

He asks before his brain can filter his mouth, “Do you want to dance?”

Your head snaps over at him, a surprised expression on your face, and Bucky prepares for you to make fun of him.

“Sure.” You tell him.

He doesn’t risk saying anything that might change your mind, only grabbing your hand softly and leading you to the dancefloor where other couples have begun to fill in. The slow music continues as his hands find their place on the curve of your waist and yours rest on the tops of his shoulders. He feels warmth and tingles flow from the placement of your hands through his suit jacket, down his arms, and through his entire body. He looks at you and how close your face is to his, quite enjoying having you so close in his arms like this.

“Do you remember what we were talking about last night?” She finally breaks the silence.

He hums in indication that he does and for her to continue, “So, you really don’t hate me or anything?” You ask.

“No. I don’t. Actually,” He chuckles humorlessly, “I know you like me.” He confesses.

Tension floods your body. How does he know?! “No, I don't! Not anymore than reasonable, I mean.” You deny.

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his body still swaying with yours with the music, “Oh. Well, you have Steve and Sam fooled, then, because they, uh, had me convinced.” He tells you, trying to play off his incorrect assumption.

“Do you like me?” You ask, drawing yourself just a bit closer to him, his arms moving from your waist to the small of your back.

“Uh, no, no more than a friend, I mean.” Bucky lies.

“Oh. Well, you have Sharon and Nat fooled, as well.” You tell him.

The two of you chuckle softly with each other at the whole situation, an attempt to hide the disappointment in each of your chests at the thought of unrequited feelings. Bucky glances back up to meet your eyes once more, eyes flickering down to look at your lips, in time to see you take your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. He looks back up at your eyes to catch you staring at his own lips. When your eyes meet his again, it's as though the two of you have a silent understanding. An understanding that you were both lying, and an understanding that you both really want to kiss each other right now.

So he does. Bucky leans in seemingly at the same time you do and presses his lips against yours in a sweet yet fiery kiss. His hands push a little harder into your back to bring you closer and your hands move to touch his neck and cheek, ensuring that his face won’t leave yours anytime soon. Everyone in the room has since disappeared; there are no wedding guests, there are no decorations, there is no music, only you and Bucky.

His lips are soft, softer than you were expecting, and he tastes of peppermint and the sip of whiskey he had, all mixed with a taste that’s so him. His taste and his smell and the feel of his hands on your back and his chest against yours makes you want to melt to the ground in a puddle of mush. You can’t believe you waited so long to kiss him.

Your lips are plump and soft. Your lipstick is fruity but he can taste the sweetness of cranberry behind it and a sweetness that’s all you. You’re the rarest candy he’s ever tried and he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of it. A part of his mind wants to ignore that they’re still in public, though it certainly doesn’t feel like it, and just kiss you silly for the rest of time.

The two of you finally pull away after what feels like forever and you both can’t help but lick at your own lips, savoring the taste of each other. Before either of you can say anything to follow what just happened, another voice interrupts, “About time.”

You both turn to see Tony and Pepper, her with an admiring smile and Tony with a shit-eating grin. The two of you feel warm as you realize the rest of your friends that occupy the dancefloor are also staring at the both of you. Nat smirks from her place in Bruce’s arms, Sam winks at Bucky over the shoulder of his date, and Sharon and Steve are almost on the verge of happy tears at the sight of their best friends finally getting to be happy with each other. Even Clint and his wife smile at the two of you.

“What are you guys looking at, huh? Never seen a guy and gal dance together?” Bucky barks, Brooklyn accent slipping out as he chooses to pretend none of them saw the kiss that you and him shared.

“Not you two.” Steve says.

“Oh, whatever! What are you guys, five years old?” Bucky asks only to be met with his friends giggling.

“Whatever. Make fun of us all you want. I don’t care.” You speak up, curling your hands around the back of Bucky’s neck.

He looks back at you to meet your kind eyes with a gentle smile. Their friends continue to tease on, but you and Bucky only have eyes for each other. He ignores them and chooses to kiss you again, already craving the taste of your lips on his and the feel of your body in his arms.

[kaimelia]

can you do a prompt where instead of a boy, amelia and links first baby was a girl?

Snapshots

a/n: hi! this was a little disorganized and kind of random...but it’s just a bunch of moments from if they had a girl, and I hope you enjoy it! thank you for the prompt <3

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"And, do you want to know the sex?" Amelia paused for a moment in thought, her hands resting behind her head as she stared at the ultrasound screen in awe.

"I need to know everything," she whispered, watching as Carina moved the ultrasound wand on her stomach.

"Alright, you're having a baby girl, Amelia." 

Amelia's mouth fell into a broad smile, and she covered her open mouth, her eyes watching her daughter move on the screen.

"Oh my god." Carina grinned and removed the probe, wiping it off before hitting a few buttons on the ultrasound machine. "Can I get pictures? Link would love them," Amelia pulled her scrub top down.

"Of course. And, you promise that you'll come in for regular appointments, now?" The neurosurgeon nodded her head.

"I promise."

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"Hey, Amelia," Link shouted, closing the door to his apartment and dropping his bag in the entranceway.

"In the bedroom!" He grinned and walked down the hallway, stopping in the doorway and staring at his girlfriend. She had her top pulled over to reveal her stomach, and her hand rested on the bottom as she scrolled through her phone. "Hi," she put her phone down and smiled at him.

"How did the ultrasound go?" Amelia sat up on the bed, moving a pillow to support her aching back as Link sat by her feet.

"Everything's perfectly fine," she whispered, reaching out for his hand. "We're having a girl, Link." His face was frozen for a minute as he processed what she said and his mouth soon dropped into a wide 'O'.

"Really? We're having a girl?" Amelia nodded quickly, grinning as she watched him react. "Oh my god, Amelia," Link pulled her into a hug, kissing the side of her head. "We're gonna have a little you," he whispered into her hair, embracing her tighter as he laughed in joy. He held onto her for another moment before pulling back and pressing his lips against hers. "Wait, you're happy about this, right?"

"Yeah, but I also know firsthand what it's like to be a teenage girl. And to parent one," she added, raising her eyebrows. "Plus, girls always hate their moms. She's gonna love you and hate me." Link rolled his eyes at her and kissed her again.

"She's not going to hate you, Amelia."

"Says the one who was never a teenage girl."

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Amelia locked their hands together and squeezed his, watching as he browsed through the aisles of baby clothes. "Link," she muttered, wrapping her arm on the underside of her stomach, "I'm hungry. Baby's hungry." He turned around and pouted, squeezing her hand in response.

"We have to get some baby stuff, Amelia. Carina said she could come anytime now, and we've barely done anything to prepare." The brunette rolled her eyes as her boyfriend picked up a purple dress adorned with a tutu. "Look at this," he practically squealed, "we can dress her up like a princess all the time!"

"That's for 6-month-olds; it wouldn't fit her for a long time. We need newborn clothes." She dropped his hand and walked over to another aisle, picking up a pack of plain white onesies. "See, like these." He feigned a frown and moved towards her.

"Those aren't fun," he complained. "What about these?"

"Really? 'Daddy's little girl?'" He beamed a toothy smile and dropped the hanger into the cart. "You're just going to spoil her all of the time, aren't you?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

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"No dating until she's 18," he muttered, wrapping his arms around Amelia as she leaned against his body.

"18? Why?"

"Because I was a teenage boy, and I don't trust teenage boys." She scoffed, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of her stomach where their daughter was moving.

"And I was a teenage girl, and I know that whatever we tell her, she'll just ignore," Amelia laughed out, smiling as he began to massage lotion into her skin. "Ugh, move, I gotta pee," she lifted his hand away and stood up slowly, waddling towards the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Link set the bottle of lotion down on the bedside table as he waited, adjusting the pillows behind him. "Link!"

"Yeah?" He stood up quickly from the bed, hurrying towards the bathroom. "What is it?"

"My water just broke."

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"Okay, give me one more push, Amelia." The neurosurgeon groaned loudly and squeezed her boyfriend's hand, causing him to cringe at the feeling. Their faces both relaxed as an ear-piercing noise filled the room, their daughter's first cry. "Dad? Do you want to cut the cord?" Link grinned and kissed Amelia's hand before dropping it, moving to where Carina held the baby. "Right here." He cut the cord, and Carina stood up, placing the crying baby on Amelia's chest. Link returned to his previous position, standing next to Amelia and putting his hand on the side of her head, smoothing down her hair. He kissed her head as she cried joy-filled tears while holding their daughter, her thumb brushing over the baby's tiny red face.

"She's so beautiful," Amelia looked over at Link as she spoke, tears running freely down her face.

"She looks just like you," he whispered, placing his hand over Amelia's. "She's perfect. Absolutely and positively perfect."

"Do you have a name yet?" The couple's eyes met at the doctor's question, and they shared matching grins.

"Charlotte."

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Amelia groaned as she stood up, and Link immediately came to her side, placing a free hand on the small of her back. "Take it easy," he muttered, shifting their daughter in his arms.

"I'm not dying. I just gave birth." She took his hand as he walked her towards the bathroom, where she washed her face, muttering a complaint about how gross she felt. "I wanna go home. I just want to be in my bed with my blankets, and where I don't have to worry about one of my coworkers wandering in and seeing my postpartum underwear." Link laughed but quickly stopped himself at her stern expression.

"It's been less than a day, Amelia; we're not going home yet." The mother turned back around to see her boyfriend cradling their newborn baby, his grin one of the most genuine things she had ever seen.

"Don't you look happy. No postpartum pain for you." She pushed past him to sit back onto the bed, pulling off her robe and laying back into the pillow, using it to support her back.

"I don't think I'm ever going to put her down," Link confessed, rocking the baby back and forth. "Holding her is the best feeling, ever," he walked towards the bed and sat down on the side.

"Do I not get to hold her?" Link shook his head with a broad smile spread across his face.

"Nope. She's Daddy's little girl." Charlotte let out a small coo. "Oh, I have an idea!" Amelia raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "You know Scarlett Johansson, right? And how people call her ScarJo?"

"Why is this relevant?"

"We can call her CharJo! Charlotte Josephine, CharJo! Our little superhero," he kissed the baby's forehead.

"You are absolutely ridiculous."

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"It's no fair. She likes you better, and I'm the one who carried her around for eight and a half months," Amelia groaned, handing the month-old baby to her boyfriend. The baby's eyes stared up at her father, and her fussing calmed almost immediately once placed in his embrace.

"It's because she's already a mini-you, and I doubt you would enjoy being put in a room with yourself forever. You like me; she likes me," he cooed, lifting the baby up and walking towards the window. "Plus, she's a baby; she's bound to like anyone who holds her." The mother shook her head in amusement and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist from behind, resting her head on his back.

"You do give great hugs," she whispered, squeezing his body. "Maybe I get it."

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"Leave her alone, Link. You can't make her talk," Amelia muttered, pulling a dress over their daughter's head. Link had spent the past few days referring to himself solely as 'Daddy' in hopes of convincing the girl to repeat after him.

"Daddy wants to hear someone say his name!" Charlotte laughed as Link tickled her belly, reaching her arms out to her father. "That's right, Char, say Daddy!" She stared at him in confusion, her tiny eyebrow furrowed together as he attempted to coax her into speaking.

"Mm, sounds like somebody doesn't want to say Daddy!" Amelia sang out, wrapping her daughter up in her arms. "You wanna try saying Mommy, baby?" The seven-month-old stared at her mother with wide eyes. "It's useless. Her first word will probably be something stupid, like 'no' or 'hi.'"

"What was your first word?"

"It was no. Which, Derek always teased me about. He said it was their introduction to who I'd become," Amelia laughed, smiling as Charlotte tugged at her hair. "What was yours?"

"My dad says it was Dadda, and my mom says it was bye. I'm pretty sure it was Dadda; my mom is definitely too stubborn to admit if it was Dadda." He glanced down at his watch and sighed. "I gotta head out; I'll pick up dinner on my way home?" Amelia nodded and kissed him, walking towards the door of their apartment with him.

"Say bye Daddy!" Amelia waved goodbye, and Charlotte mimicked her mother's motion, opening and closing her pudgy hand.

"Bye, Char! Promise you'll record her all day? I don't want to miss her first words," Link pleaded, pulling on his coat. The neurosurgeon nodded, kissing the side of their daughter's head.

"Of course."

"Alright. I'll be home later; I love you!" He twisted the doorknob, waving a final goodbye before closing the door and jogging down the steps of their apartment complex.

"Daddy!" Amelia's eyes grew comically large at the sound of her daughter's voice, glancing over at the girl's outstretched arm, pointing in the direction of where her father had gone.

"Did you just-"She laughed and walked over to the counter, picking up her cellphone and clicking Link's contact. "You're never going to guess what just happened."

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"Aw, Char, you look adorable," Maggie cooed, adjusting the flower in her niece's hair. "Are you excited?"

"I want Mommy." The aunt frowned, pulling the girl into a hug.

"You can see Mommy soon, honey. Okay, now show me what you're gonna do." Charlotte reached into her basket, pulling out a handful of pink flower petals and tossing them on the floor. "Perfect!" The door opened, and Amelia walked through, Meredith at her side, adjusting the skirt of her dress. "Amelia! You look beautiful!" The brunette grinned, giving a quick twirl in her dress.

"I love this dress, but I'm also already looking forward to getting out of it," she mumbled, walking in front of the mirror. "Will you make sure I don't trip while walking down the aisle?"

"We'll trip with you, so it looks like it was supposed to happen," Meredith shrugged, placing her hand on Amelia's shoulder. "You ready?" The brunette nodded, smiling at her reflection.

"Of course. I think this might be the first time in my life where I don't have any doubts." Charlotte ran towards her mother, wrapping her arms around Amelia's legs through the dress.

"Mommy, I'm bored." Amelia grinned, crouching down to her daughter's height.

"We can go home and cuddle later. But, first? Mommy and Daddy are getting married."

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"You know, there's hardwood under the carpet; we could just rip it up," Link suggested, watching his wife drag her feet on the carpet in their brand-new house. "Woah there, be careful, Char," he grabbed the girl as she ran by him quickly, her short blonde hair flying by in the neat braids he had made that morning. "You gotta slow down; we don't want you to fall." She grinned at her father and placed her hand over his mouth.

"Go outside!"

"It's yucky outside; you don't want to play out there." He shifted the three-year-old to rest on his hip, wrapping his arm around her tightly. "Plus, it's your nap time." She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"No nap," she protested, looking over to her mother. "Mommy, no nap!" Amelia pouted her lip out and took Charlotte from Link.

"If you nap now, we can get you a treat after going shopping later, okay?" The toddler paused for a moment in thought before nodding eagerly. "And, you can go sleep in your brand new bed!" Link waved goodbye and watched as Amelia carried her up the stairs in the empty house, coming back down a few minutes later. "She said she wants her room to be purple," Amelia relayed, leaning back against the kitchen island.

"Mm, we can grab some paint while we're out later," he stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, his fingers rolling the hem of her shirt up.

"What are you doing?"

"Charlotte's asleep; this house is practically empty," he whispered against her ear, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I like the way you think."

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"Hey, I just got a call that Charlotte's in the E.R.; what happened?" Link jogged to catch up with his wife, who was speeding down the hallway.

"I have no idea; maybe she took a spill in daycare or something? Owen just texted me," Amelia muttered, grabbing Link's hand for comfort. "God, this is not what I needed today." She pushed open the door to the staircase and ran down the stairs and through the hallway, entering into the near-empty E.R.

"There's your Mommy," Teddy whispered, running her hand down the girl's hair.

"Mommy!" Charlotte's face was red, her eyes puffy and swollen.

"What happened?" Amelia sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her daughter into her arms, kissing the girl's head.

"Well, Charlotte took a big fall off of the play place in daycare. Everything is fine; she just seems to be a little shaken up." Amelia smiled, feeling slightly guilty as her daughter curled into her body, gripping tightly onto her mother's scrub top. "I'll come back down and send Tom to do a neuro exam later, but she seems to be perfect," Teddy smiled and rubbed Charlotte's knee before leaving and giving the family the room.

"How do you feel, Char?" The girl shrugged at her father.

"I wanna cuddle. Just me, you, and Mommy," she whispered, glancing up at Amelia. "No one else." Link cocked his head to the side and sighed heavily, suddenly understanding what was happening.

"Are you mad at us?"

"I don't want a baby," Charlotte whispered into her mother's shirt, covering her eyes with the fabric. "No baby. Just us." Amelia looked up and locked her gaze with her husband's.

"Char," she whispered, resting her lips on top of the girl's head, "the baby is going to come no matter what. And, I know you might be mad, now, but you'll love the baby when they're here."

"When?"

"In seven months," Link sat down on the foot of the bed, squeezing his daughter's foot and causing her to laugh. "Right before Christmas."

"Is Santa gonna bring the baby?" He nodded his head while chuckling.

"We'll have to see about that. Now, should we see if we can all fit in this hospital bed?"

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"Are you nervous? To be parenting two kids?" Amelia rolled onto her back, lifting up her shirt to reveal the slight curve of her stomach that had formed.

"Not really," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "I'm more worried about Charlotte. She's so used to getting all of the attention, I think it might be difficult for her to have a sibling." Link hummed softly and laid down next to her, his hand splaying over her stomach. "Are you?"

"A little. I love her, but she's quite the drama queen. Takes after her mother," he teased, smiling to himself. "And, I love her, and you, and all of the drama."

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"Charlotte's worried we're gonna love the new baby more than her," Link muttered, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. Jo raised her eyebrows.

"I still can't get over the fact that you're a Dad. To a real-life, living child who you've managed to not drop on her head. And, you're gonna be a Dad to another kid. You're such a Dad," Jo shook her head.

"Can you be serious for like, three seconds?"

"Fine. I don't think Charlotte has anything to worry about; that little girl has you wrapped around her finger. There have been way too many times when I've come over, and you're wearing a tiara," she sipped her coffee. "But, I'm serious. You're like, the best dad, ever. It's almost disgusting how much you love her. And I think you just need to spend some time making sure that she knows that. Because in her world, all of that love you have for her is normal for a Dad."

"So, you're saying that I love my daughter too much?"

"No, I'm just saying that she's incredibly spoiled with love and affection, like all of the time. Just make her realize that the baby is more love to share."

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"I wanna cuddle," Charlotte walked into her parent's room, hoisting herself on the bed and crawling in between her parents.

"Mommy needs to sleep," Amelia groaned, shifting the pillow under her head. Link pouted and held his arms out for his daughter, who laid down on his chest.

"Mommy sleeps a lot."

"That's because the baby is coming soon, Char. Mommy needs to rest and make sure that she feels okay so that the baby will be okay." Charlotte shook her head, her blonde hair hitting Link in the face. "Why don't we go cuddle on the couch so that Mommy can sleep?" He stood up, tossing the girl up in the air and catching her again before walking out of the bedroom.

"Why do we have to have baby?" Charlotte asked as she laid into the couch cushions and her father's body.

"Mommy and I love each other, and we love you, and having a baby means that there's just more love for all of us," he whispered, pulling a throw blanket over them. "Plus, babies love attention, cuddles, toys, everything that you love." Her eyelids started to droop, and Link recognized his daughter's tiredness. "You ready to go to bed?"

"Stay here and cuddle," she mumbled, laying her head on his chest.

"Alright. We'll just stay here and cuddle."

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"Hey, Charlotte," Link kneeled down in the doorway, waving quickly to his parents in the kitchen. "Are you ready to come meet your little brother?"

"A boy?" He grinned and took her hand.

"Yup, you have a little brother. He's at the hospital with Mommy right now, and if you want, I can bring you to go meet him." He waited as she narrowed her eyes in concentration.

"Okay. But only to see Mommy," she held up her arms, grinning as Link lifted her, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Only to see Mommy," he repeated, breathing out a laugh. "Not at all for the baby." Their drive to the hospital was quiet, Charlotte settling back in his arms once they had arrived and walked down the hallways of the hospital. "Now, you have to be super gentle with Mommy and the baby, okay?" She nodded her head as Link pushed open the door to Amelia's room.

"CharJo!" Nico laughed, turning to them as they walked in, bouncing the baby in the arms. "You ready to meet your little sidekick?" She buried her face into Link's chest, causing all of the adults to laugh.

"We're only here to see Mommy," Link relayed, slowly placing Charlotte onto Amelia's lap.

"Alright, I gotta head out; running your service is exhausting," Nico handed the baby to Link, patting his friend's back. "Congrats again, you two." They waved goodbye, and Charlotte curled into her mother.

"You sure you don't wanna hold him?" Amelia asked, brushing back a strand of her daughter's hair. "He doesn't bite. He doesn't even have teeth yet."

"What's his name?" Her voice was soft, and she sat up in her mother's lap, looking over at Link, who was pacing around in small circles.

"His name is Scout. Scout Derek Shepherd-Lincoln," Amelia beamed, kissing her daughter's head. "And he's super cuddly and tiny. Like your baby dolls."

"But, you can't play with him like your baby dolls," Link nudged the girl, leaning down so that she could see her brother.

"He looks ugly."

"Wow, brutal honesty," Link stepped away, shaking his head as he laughed.

"He's not ugly," Amelia poked Charlotte's arm. "That's just how babies look. You looked like that once, Char."

"No."

"No?" Link scoffed, bouncing up and down as Scout fussed.

"I don't like him. Take him back, please." Amelia stifled her own laugh, rubbing her hands up and down her daughter's arms.

"He's here to stay; the little man's not going anywhere." Link moved quicker as Scout began to cry, Charlotte's attention peaking at the sound.

"Why is he crying?"

"He's probably hungry," Link muttered, walking towards his wife. "Here, Char, Mommy has to feed Scout." He lifted Charlotte into his arms, and the girl watched as her brother ate.

"Why is he eating Mommy?" Link chuckled at the concern in her voice.

"That's where he gets food from, from Mommy's body," he whispered, swaying back and forth. "Babies don't eat real food until they're older."

"No mac and cheese for Scout?" He shook his head.

"Nope." They watched as Scout finished eating, and Amelia shifted him, taking a burp cloth Link had pulled out of the hospital bag and throwing it over her shoulder as she gently patted the newborn's back.

"Are you two just gonna stare?" Amelia muttered, folding up the cloth. "Can you take him? I need to stand." Link put Charlotte down and took the baby, resuming his previous pace around the hospital room.

"Can I hold him?" Charlotte's voice was soft as she tugged at her father's pant leg, reaching towards the blanket wrapped around her brother.

"Of course, come sit down," he motioned towards the chair, grinning as she sat down. "Amelia, can you grab a pillow?" The mother nodded, pulling a pillow off the bed and setting it down on Charlotte's lap. "You wanna make sure you keep his head up, okay?" He leaned over, gently placing the baby into his daughter's arms.

"He smells weird," she spoke loudly, staring down at the baby. Link kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand on her knee. "But, I think he's okay." Amelia covered her mouth as she laughed, smirking at her daughter.

"So, it's okay if he comes home with us?" Link asked, unable to stop his grin at the sight of his children.

"Maybe. I wanna think more."

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"Char, can you go unlock the door, please?" The girl nodded, taking the key from her dad and running up the walkway to their house. Amelia placed her hand on her back, carefully stepping out of the car as Link took the car seat out. "You feeling okay?" She nodded.

"Yeah, just postpartum stuff," Amelia muttered, shutting the car door and walking towards the house. "Thank you, Char."

"Can we go cuddle, pretty please?" The neurosurgeon smiled, taking her daughter's hand and leading her towards the master bedroom.

"Of course. You know we will never say no to cuddles." Link joined them, unbuckling the baby from his carrier and laying him onto Amelia's chest on the bed.

"I think he can stay," Charlotte whispered, watching her brother fall asleep. "I like him." The parents both grinned widely, Link placing a kiss on his daughter's head.

"I'm glad. Because I like you all, too."

[deathandrenegades]

Royal Burns - Part 5

Summary: Royalty AU, you’re predestined to marry Dean Winchester, but is he even the right guy for you? Will he take his place as husband and king, or will his brother rise to the occasion?

Word Count: 1654

A/N: this is the ending! still unsure as to whether i’ll continue with this fic or not, it was hard to think of plot development with this. send me feedback and what you think if you want more!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The day before the ball was mundane, and filled with lotions and nail polish in preparation to look my best. It was my first public appearance and I wanted it to be memorable.

Finally the day had arrived, Helga made a fuss with my hair, putting it in several looks before finally sticking with one. I sat in my dress, my makeup done though there wasn't much considering my mask covered my eyes.

She slipped on my heels, and I put my mask on.

“Will I see you there?”

“Oh of course not dear, but if you need me I'm sure you can find me.” She smiled. I was sad to not have her by my side.

I walked out of my bedroom, standing at the staircase were we all were to stand as our guests came in. The villagers were allowed in not five minutes after I took my place at the railing, Dean on my left. I glanced up at him, his mask only covering half of his face like the phantom of the opera.

“You look amazing.” He whispered to me as his hand gently fell to the small of my exposed back. I stiffened at his touch at first and then relaxed.

“So do you.” I murmured, grinning. He smiled and we both turned our heads back to the people walking in, looking up at us in awe. The King and queen stood a few feet away from us, waving as the guests entered. Sam stood in his black mask, his waves of hair neatly pushed back, a few feet away on the stairs. I saw him turn slightly to look at me, our eyes meeting. Our guests gathered into the ballroom, and we stepped to the other side of the stairs that over looked where they stood. We were all in line now together, Sam on my right and dean on my left.

“Thank you all for coming tonight.” Mary spoke.

“Lets all have a fun time!” And with that, the crowd cheered and the music started. We descended down the stairs, and halted at the bottom of the stairs. Sam and Dean both held their arm out for me to take before we walked inside. I chewed my cheek, inhaling sharply and took both of their arms. Sam smirked down at me as we walked, Dean looking like a soldier. We stepped into the ball room behind the King and queen, the villagers bowing at our entrance. Sam broke away to greet several people, as did Dean, and I found myself standing alone.

I sighed and walked over to the drink table, a long glass of champagne held in my hand. I downed it and set the glass down, taking another.

“Care to dance?” A husky voice spoke. I set down my glass and turned to find Dean smiling and holding out his hand. I took it, and he led me onto the floor. He spun me under his arm before pulling me into him, his fingers trailing up and down my spine softly before settling on my lower back.

“Nice mask.” I smiled.

“I thought you'd like it.” He smiled wryly. We swayed to the music, my hand in his and I moved to lean my head on his chest, breathing him in. I pulled apart and he whirled us around.

“Mind if I cut in?” My eyes snapped up to a familiar black mask. Deans jaw locked but he obliged, as Sam stepped in to take his place.

He took my waist and my hand delicately, my free hand resting on his shoulder. I smiled as he began to move, leading me to follow. My eyes caught Deans as Sam spun me around, his eyes on me.  He spun me and pulled me back, and we danced in long circles, stepping out into the balcony. The night air was crisp, the sky was clear and filled with stars. The moon shone brightly onto our skin. Though we were alone, the music nearly drowned out, he still spun me slowly and deliberately.

“You look amazing.” He leaned down and whispered into my ear, his breath giving me goose bumps.

“You're looking quite handsome yourself.” I breathed as we turned in a slow circle, and he dipped me, his breath fanning over my exposed neck as my eyes met his through our masks. He pulled me up right and closer to him, his eyes searching all over my face. I cleared my throat, breaking the tension between us.

“I'm sure I should get back.” He nodded, but didn't release me. I pulled away, seeing the longing in his eyes but I couldn't be seen with him, our entire town was a mere few feet away.

I stepped into the bathroom, taking off my mask and cleaning my makeup. My heels ached and I wanted to kick my silver pumps off but I knew I couldn't. I stepped back outside, my arm immediately grabbed and mouth covered. I was about to scream as my back was pressed up against the wall only the find an illuminous pair of green eyes and unmasked face staring at me.

He carefully put a finger to his lips, his mouth twisted into a grin as people passed out in the hallway while we remained hidden in the dark. My mask long forgotten in the bathroom, he took my hand and we darted off to the garden, going to the heart of it where an enormous fountain stood. He spun me around and I laughed at how at ease he seemed, relaxed and peaceful. He brought me in close to him, humming in my ear softly as we danced to his melody.

“What're we doing out here, mysterious prince.” I giggled barely above a whisper, my head on his chest.

“Finishing our dance princess.” He spoke into my hair, and pulled away to spin me and brought me back close to him. Our eyes locked, and then his moved over my face and down to my lips. He leaned down, and I sucked in a breath, stretching up to him as best I could, my eyes slowly closing as his lips pressed to mine. He tasted exactly like how he smelled, but sweeter, his lips as soft as rose petals. His hands wove around my bare back causing goose bumps to arise as my hands fell into his hair. Our breaths became shorter and our kisses went from slow and gentle to quick and passionate. My hands grasping at the tips of his hair and he abruptly pulled away, his chest heaving.

I couldn't help but to smile at our lust for each other as I steadied my breath, catching his eyes and we laughed.

“We should probably head back.” He smiled, I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we made our way back to the castle.

He kissed the top of my head making me blush and I looked up, to find Sam gaping at as both and we halted. Dean stiffened next to me, taking in sams shocked appearance.

“Brother.” His cold tone made my breath hitch. “The King and Queen would like to see you.”

My eyes followed him out of the garden, and then I turned to Dean. His eyes burned holes through the dirt, unable to meet my eyes. Questions we both didn't want to ask or answer swam around us.

“Let's just go.” He muttered, the mood ruined.

“Where have you been?” The queen muttered urgently as we both appeared, taking quick note of our ruffled hair.

“Getting some fresh air.” Dean smirked. I fought a giggle as the queen scowled at him.

“It's time for the announcement.” Her voice hushed. Deans brow frowned for a second, then he cleared his throat.

“Oh.” He whispered, his eyes empty.

“What? What is it?” I asked, watching his face. His lips pursed into a thin line. I glanced at Mary, who was wearing a smile not fit for this situation.

“The wedding announcement, of course.” Her faced pained as Dean grimaced out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh, I-” but Mary left, taking the kings arm and stepping up the mini throne. Dean took my arm and pulled me up the steps beside them. All of the villagers stood before us, grinning with glasses in their hands.

“It is my pleasure to introduce our soon to be, new King and Queen.” Mary beamed at us, gesturing with her hand as we stepped forward. The villagers cheered in front of us, my smile plastered on my face. I glanced up at Dean, hoping to see even a flicker of excitement, but his smile didn't meet the detachment in his eyes.

I kept scanning the ballroom until my eyes landed on Sam's, his gaze piercing through me until he swiftly left the ball room, handing his empty cup to a servant.

“So how did the ball go dear?” Helga asked sweetly. I laid on bed, staring up at the canopy. I let loose a long sigh.

“I don't know. Beautiful, amazing...painful.” She frowned and sat next to me.

“What happened now?”

“Everything between Dean and I has been so amazing lately. But when Mary made the announcement, our announcement. He was back to his old, guarded self.” I closed my eyes.

“Well you know he's not exactly excited to be king.”

“Yeah but he's not excited to be married? To me?” I got up, throwing the covers off. “I need some air.”

It was nearly midnight. The castle was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

I made my way out into the garden, mulling over the ball again and again. Wondering if Dean is who I'm supposed to be with. Every time my thoughts landed on Dean, my mind couldn't help but to flick to a pair of eyes that never seemed to leave me.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Let’s Meet At Lukes Part 2

Part 1

               The next morning you woke up to a raspy cry on the baby monitor and immediately went into Matthew's room. His cheeks were rosy as was the tip of his nose. You picked him up letting him cling to your chest, whining as you felt his head. He was warm; you sighed changing him and dressing him in warm clothing.

           You fixed him a bottle of warm milk and laid him down in the play pin in your room with a warm blanket. As you got ready for the day, you made your way back into Matthew's room to pack up his diaper bag. You moved around, grabbing diapers, change of clothing, spare socks, wipes, lotion, and rash cream. As you moved over to his crib to grab his favorite blanket and stuffed animal, you felt a cold draft coming from the window. You sighed closing your eyes, how could you have missed that? You grabbed the rest of the items you needed and went back to your room to get Matthew.

           As you left, you began to think of a mental list of everything you needed to grab at the store, knowing you also needed to call a handy man to fix his window. You drove into town and parked across the street from the little corner market named Doose's. You grabbed a notepad out of your purse and made a list of everything to get for Matthew and yourself.

           After finding a spot to park, you had to get Matthew out, which woke him up, causing him to fuss and cry as you walked through the store. “Shh, it’s okay, I got you little man,” you bounced him lightly, as you tried to read the box. But, between bouncing Matthew and trying to read and compare the medicines you dropped all the boxes.

           Dean had been shopping in Doose’s Market when he rounded the corner to find a beautiful woman with beautiful Y/H/C trying to squat down to pick up the medicine she’d dropped while also trying to calm a fussy baby. He instantly rushed over and knelt down picking them up. “Hey, here let me help you,” he spoke glancing up at her. He picked all the medicines up and stood, picking up his basket.

           You couldn’t take your eyes off the handsome stranger who was kind enough to help you. You instantly tried to help him, but he just smiled putting them on the shelf and grabbing a completely different kind. “This one settles their stomach, while also helping with chest congestion.” He smiled charmingly. “And it’s organic,” he added as he shrugged to which you smiled. “Thank you so much, I’m new to all of this,” you admitted as Matthew looked up at the tall man. The man looked at him and frowned slightly. “There’s your problem,” the man very carefully tilted Matthews head back allowing you to see two little white bumps on the top of his gums. “What is that?!” you asked looking wide eyed up at the man, who simply chuckled. Something's wrong with Matthew and he’s laughing?! This asshole. You growled, the thought in your mind until he spoke again. “He’s just teething, it’s completely normal. Here, let me help you,” he said as he set the cold medicine in your cart.

           He looked around the shelves before grabbing a couple of things. “This is some numbing gel to help with the pain, just put a little bit on your finger and rub it on his gums. These are little things you can put in the freezer and let him chew on to also help,” he told you holding up each item. He smiled as you relaxed softly sighing in relief. “I’m just glad he isn’t sick. I have to call a repair man to come and fix his bedroom window because it’s leaking cold air.” You rubbed Matthews back as he slept on your shoulder. “I could do it, I worked as a carpenter through college,” he smiled. You smiled a little, “Oh no, my friend’s mom is married to a handyman, I’m going to see if he could do it. Trust me, you’ve done plenty just showing me this stuff.” He chuckled, his long brown hair falling forward as he looked down. “It was my pleasure. See ya around,” he flashed you a dimpled smile as you waved some. “Thank you, see ya,” you turned and walked away hardly containing a smile or blush.

           As Dean walked off, he realized he’d never gotten your name. He searched for you throughout the market, but never found you. He sighed softly getting in line. Lorelai had given him a phone number, to some girl that she swore he’d really like. But he wasn’t sure about actually calling it. What if she didn’t like him? Or she didn’t know Lorelai was passing out her phone number. Dean checked out and put his groceries in his truck as he milled over the idea of calling the number.

           As he got in his truck he pulled his phone out and the paper that read ‘Y/N 555-1762’ in Lorelai’s nice handwriting. He typed the number in and stared at the text box trying to figure out what to say.

           A knock on his window startled him, he smiled rolling it down to greet the blue-eyed girl. “Hey, Rory, what’s going on?” he asked as she smiled up at him in the truck, tucking some of her rich, shiny dark brown hair behind her ear. “I wanted to see if you were free to grab some coffee with me?” Dean grinned turning his phone screen off and getting out of the truck after rolling his window up. “Of course, I am.”

           “I’m telling you, Luke, they would be perfect together! It’s like us! But younger!” Luke looked at Lorelai, “Are you crazy? Y/N is not hyped up on 90 cups of coffee a day and she isn’t nearly as quirky nor does she have the perky personality that you do.” Luke chuckled at Lorelai's shocked face. “Besides, how do you know Y/N would want to go out with Dean anyways?” Luke asked her as he poured her a refill on her coffee. “Because have you seen him?” She asked taking a drink. Luke nodded, “I have, he’s across the street with Rory right now.” Luke pointed over her shoulder as Lorelai turned and stared with wide eyes as Dean draped his coat over Rory’s shoulder before taking his coffee back and smiling at her.

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