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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Bad Day?

TV SHOW GODLESS

COUPLE WHITEY WINN X READER

RATING ADORABLE

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Could you please do whitey winn fic about him being really tired after working and him and his s/o cuddle (akrosndianfiqndoandian I feel like whitey winn would be a little spoon idk why-)

I stood over the kitchen sink washing up dishes and Cutlery hearing it clatter and splash in the warm water as I did, having to hurry for these last bits as it would be warm much longer. Looking out the small wooden window the light of various coloured glass bottles lined on the windowsill to reflect sweet pleasent light in mornings as the sun rise. But now the sun was setting and was hidden away the other side of the house, the town of labelle darkening as slowly but surely the sun slips below the desert horizon. Suddenly the door opened and I looked over in shock to the wooden door facing out towards town, the small lanky figure in the doorway holding open the door. His boots stepping up onto the wooden floor out of the dusty desert dirt, the boots speckled with some dust, dirt and mud from walks, scuffed slightly from riding his horse, they clacked a little where the tall soul and heel of the boots met the wooden planked floor. His pants tight to his skinny legs tucked into his boots tightly, the pants hugged his non existent curves up to his crotch and hips, them hugging the curves of his butt rather closely. His two gun belts sat posied on his hips crossing over his fly. His once white button down concealed by his grey jumper the glint of his deputy badge on his pocket. His neck sun tanned and covered with thick layers of dirt and dust to stubborn now to remove without a wire brush and patients, his lip and chin graced with messy stubble. His eyes scanned the room momentarily from under the brim of his hat that pulled his loose blonde waves back away from him.

"Good evening Mr Winn" I smiled sweetly to him, he made no response to me he simply stepped inside more shutting the door slipping his hat off putting it squarely on the coat hook beside the door above the brown leather jacket he didn't take today. He stepped over to the bed and went face first into it. "Bad day?" I asked

"I can't even begin to explain to ya darlin'" he mumbled his face in his pillow

"Bullshit?' I asked and he nodded "okay" I smiled going over and forcing him up to his feet not difficult as I think I've had sadles that weight more then whitey does soaking wet. I wrapped his arms around my waist his fingers interwining with his own at the small of my back his head laid on mine where he didn't actually want to stand on his own "how about I put on a little cassarol, Run you a nice hot bath, you can tell me all about it, then a nice Early night?" I suggest "hey? That sound good?"

He nodded and mumbled something incoherent into my hair so I smiled giving his nose a little kiss letting him sit back in the bed as I went to heat up some cassarol and put the water on for him to have a bath. As they both simmered I sat beside him moving his head to my shoulder

"So? You Wanna tell me about it?" I smiled

"Bill headed off about nine to go see his children, then had some boys in the bar kickin' up a fuss 'bout nothin'" he explained "then dam leapold came in the office whinin' 'bout the fuckin' kids in his shop again, and I told him for the nineth fuckin' time this week there ain't shit I can do 'bout it, he's got that much of a soddin' problem talk to there Mamma's" he explained "then all this dam mr ward business, been lookin' after him all day, dam ladies can't get enough of him. Then bill came back ridin' my ass 'bout somethin' I don't even know what I think he just had an ass" he explained "then I cleaned up and came on home to ya y/n"

"Aww whitey, my poor baby" I said kissing his head playing with his hair a moment before the water was done so I dragged out the tub and filled it up letting it cool a moment "come on whitey, you gonna cane have your bath?"

He sighed and got up taking off his gun belts wrapping them around the bed post, he kicked off his boots across the room then pulling off his jumper and somehow his shirt in one tug throwing them towards the laundry he rubbed his eyes as he came over checking the water

"Do I have to?" He asks

"When did you last bathe whitey?'

"Few days ago..." He lied

"Whitey Winn don't you dare lie to me, it was last week you dirty bugger now go on else no cuddles" I warn him gathering up his various things

"Fine" he sighed pealing his pants off him and climbing into the bath, he let out a rather happy sigh the moment he sat in the hot steamy water

"That better?" I asked

"Umm" he nods his eyes closed a little

"Good boy," I smiled taking what was left of the hot water and filling my Bucket grabbing as much cleaner as I could to wash his clothes from today "I think you work to much" I said

"I've always worked this much" he answered as he actually began to wash

"Yes but maybe that's not a good thing" I explain "whitey you've been working your little butt off as long as I've known you, maybe you won't be so tried and stressed if you just slowed down ever once and awhile"

"I know y/n, it just ain't that easy darlin'"

"Whitey I'm not asking the world, I just ask you slow down a little, you work too much you'll end up working your dam self into the ground" I explain hanging up his pants as I was done washing them leaving them on the clothes horse to dry by the fire for tomorrow "you'll keep working and working and before you know it you'll look up and they'll be shoveling the dirt on you" I laughed

"I can't slow down y/n I'm the deputy, and with bill wonderin' off and all" he explained "it's all I've worked for my whole life"

"Alright, when you're sheriff then? Will you slow down then?" I asked

"Y/n I'll be sherrifs of labelle I can't slow down or back off like bill does I couldn't leave my deputy to that, let alone if I'd even have one with the boys around here" he explained as he was all done so he climbed out the bath got dry and sat on the bed in his cosy PJs

"Then when whitey? Not now, now then so... When?"

"I don't know y/n," he says I sighed finishing up with his clothes and leaving them by the fire giving him a little dinner and sitting beside him

"Whitey... I just worry about you, you're working yourself way to hard." I told him as he finished up his food as he was very hungry so I took the bowel back to the sink "if you don't slow down... You might not find time for other things"

"Other things?" He asked

"Whitey you've been labelle's deputy as long as I remember." I laughed leaning on the sink "if you don't slow down you'll end up like bill whitey. Distant, distracted, tried, working day after day until they dig you a grave" I explain "that's not what you want, is it?"

"Of course not y/n" he says getting up to hold my hands

"But if you keep working so hard, and being so tried all the time then, you won't have time for the... Other things. You know" I smiled "kisses, and cuddles, and long walks by the river" I encouraged between kisses "or even little ones of our own?"

"Of course I want all that darlin', I wouldn't have married ya if I didn't. Just... A little more. Then I'll slow down a little I promise, and we can get workin' on our little family" he smiled kissing my lips softly and sweetly

"When?"

"Until bill retires. I'll slow down until then I promise" he says kissing my head "now I was promised a cuddle"

"Alright" I smiled getting changed into my nightie as he got tucked up in bed so I turned out the light and climbed in beside him into our little bed "we should probably invest in a bigger bed"

"Why?" He asks

"I don't know how well we'll do making babies in this crappy thing" I laughed

"True, maybe we should... Move house? Somewhere bigger. With sperate rooms so that whitey jr won't hear us makin' his little sister" he suggested

"Maybe" I smiled

"Y/n..."

"Yes Whitey?"

"Could ya... Do that thing ya do for me sometimes, when I'm tired?" He asks "since I had a bad day and all?"

"Alright" I giggled moving my hand towards his

"Ohh no, not that darlin'" he laughs grabbing my wrist

"Oh sorry" I blushed

"It's okay, I meant the other thing"

"Of course whitey" I smiled kissing his lips gently he smiled as I did when we pulled away he turned to face the wall and I went close to him nuzzling in his skin wrapping my arms around his chest kissing his shoulder, I wrapped my legs up with his own gently spooning him, I could see his smile and his cosy he was. Whitey always liked to be a little spoon when he's sleepy or it's been a rough day or so.

"Goodnight darlin'" he yawned

"Goodnight whitey" I smiled pulling him closer "love ya" I Whispered in his ear

"Love ya too" he smiled

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clairecrive · 4 years

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“Clumsiness” - Alfie Solomons x reader imagine

Hello everyone! I’m sorry if I’m only posting this now but I’ve been studying all day and didn’t have the time. I’ve written this during breakfast this morning so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but I wanted to get this idea out of my head and write it.

Warnings: mention of blood, little angst, long af (2.4k)

Don’t be shy and hit me with your thoughts, they mean the world to me!

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog (let me know if you wanna be added to the list)

When you married Alfie, you knew that your life was going to change for the better. He was obviously wealthy, that much you knew. He has always brought you to all the fanciest places in London. However, it was only until you moved in with him that you really understood how wealthy he was.

His house was big and full of comforts. Of course, he had a bunch of maids and men that took care of the house and the garden surrounding it.

You had had a comfortable life but your family wasn’t as wealthy as Alfie. You were used to doing all the chores both in the kitchen and around the house and in the garden. There were no maids nor gardeners, so you rose up to their duties to help your mother.

While you were immensely grateful for the life Alfie was providing for you, there were no words to thank him really, you also couldn’t describe the way you had been feeling useless since no one allowed you to move a finger.

Not to be a spoiled little girl, but spending all of your days cooped up in the house with nothing to do wasn’t pleasant. Your books and music could only entertain you so much.

You had thought about speaking about it with Alfie, maybe you could help him at the bakery or he could help you find a job. However, it was rare for you two to spend some time together, you usually saw him in the evening if you weren’t too tired. Alfie however, as thoughtful as ever, surprised you one day offering you to wander outside the house and get involved in his community. Of course, there would be something you could help with and it could be a great opportunity to meet new people.

You weren’t Jewish, Alfie knew it of course and you had always shared with him your fear of being rejected by his people because of it. So you were surprised by this proposal but the way he said it, with such conviction, suggested that maybe he had already spoken to them and suddenly you were welcomed.

You sighed, taking in the suggestion, knowing that it wasn’t going to be a piece of cake but that it was the only option you had to cure your chronic boredom.

Your intuition turned out to be right. Alfie had definitely put in a few words for you and maybe some threats too. You saw it in the way people reacted when you told them who you were. They were not exactly rude but dismissive. They didn’t want to engage with you but they did nonetheless with forced manners because of Alfie.

Being around people who didn’t want you to be with them wasn’t ideal, it actually brought you to tears frequently in the first week you started to involve in community work. You had even thought of never showing up again, settling for only donating money. But you didn’t, you kept showing up and help them as best as you could. You figured that with time they would come to accept you after all the work you did.

Besides, you knew how much this meant to Alfie. His wife being well-integrated into his community was something he cared a lot about even if he had never said it out loud. So you never said a word to him about your distress, deciding you were, in fact, going to achieve that position Alfie wanted for you. Because he had done so much for you, you could do this one little thing for your husband.

It did take a lot of time for the Jewish women to speak to you other than telling you what to do and how to do it. Knowing you were struggling to keep up with their traditions, because it was quite evident, they started to fill your heads with what to do and not to do so to be the perfect Jewish wife that Alfie deserved.

Taking due note of their pointers, you started to act on them. So one day, taking advantage of the fact that the kitchen staff were out in the market, you were determined to make the perfect challah.

In the previous days, you had sat down and observed the cook prepare it, noting every little thing they did, what they used and where they put them.

Now it was your time to shine.

You laid all the needed ingredients on the kitchen table and now you were walking around the room picking up what you saw the cook use. Looking for the last utensil you suddenly remember seeing the staff taking it from the cabin above the stove. You can’t possibly reach it even aided by a chair, given your small stature. Maybe you could climb on the furniture. Well, one way or another you had to reach the cabinet and you had to hurry too before the staff came back home and hushed you out of the kitchen.

So you got up on the chair, now that your feet were at the furniture level you stepped on it. You managed to open the cabinet but the utensil was on the upper shelf and couldn’t reach it even in this position. Just your luck.

So you get on your tiptoes, and your fingers brushed the utensil and you were able to grab it just before your foot slipped making you lose your balance. You try to grab something that could prevent you from falling but the only thing within your reach was the pans. So you did grab them but you fell either way together with the kitchen stuff you had taken down with you.

If you had to describe your fall you would be at loss for words. Other than the moment in which you understood what was going to happen you didn’t know how you reached the floor. You just felt the impact of the marble on your back and the pain in your foot before the pan you had grabbed hit you on the head knocking you out.

What a sight it was. Well, not a pleasant one for sure and a couple of the maids almost had a heart attack when they saw you lying motionless with blood around your head.

The next time you came around you were laying on a hospital bed. You never thought that a simple thing like opening your eyes could be so difficult. I must have hit my heard hard.

You have always loved the sun, its rare appearance in the London skies made it look like the most precious thing in your eyes but never you would have thought to wish for it to disappear.

When you managed to open your eyes and look around you noticed Alfie sitting on a chair beside your bed. Then the feeling of his hand holding yours registered in your mind and you tried your best to return his hold.

He had his head hung low so you figured he must have fallen asleep. Worried about the pain that he would surely have in his neck you try to wake him up by moving your fingers in his grasp, trying to get his attention.

His sleepy state didn’t register your movement and what it meant at first and he just grunted at the nuisance. You continued, stroking the back of his hand gently with your thumb until he opened his eyes to inquire about what was happening when he saw you awake.

His eyes widened in surprise and he scoffed relieved that you were indeed awake and he wasn’t dreaming.

“Hi.” you timidly start a conversation, your voice raspy for the accident. You give him the biggest smile you could muster when his big hand, capable of such rough gesture, gently stroked the side of your face.

“ ‘ello love, took yer time to come’ round eh. Always fucking sleeping yer.” Alfie tried to make you smile knowing you were in pain. A soft giggle left your mouth and you slightly turn your head to plant a kiss on the palm of his hand.

“I’m sorry if I have troubled you, my love. You don’t have to stay here, I’ll be fine.” you knew how busy he was and you didn’t want to be a burden. You were already a wife that wasn’t familiar with Jewish traditions, you didn’t want to become also a wife that prevented his husband to do his job because he had to care for you. It was your job to care for him, not the other way around.

This time he didn’t scoff in delight but rather for the absurdity of your words.

“What’s up with ya these days woman, eh? Sayin’ nonsense like that, putting yerself in danger?”

You knew that you had to explain to him what happened if he didn’t already know, but the failure sting too much and embarrassment filled every part of your body at the recollection of what happened.

“ I don’t want to talk about it, Alfie. Really, you can go back to work, I know you’re busy.” you softly say, looking out the window of your room refusing to meet his eyes. Your words had angered him, you knew it by the way his breath shortened and his hand that was previously on your face fell at his side.

“ I came home right, findin’ all the kitchen staff mumbling nonsense about you and some pan. They ushered me to my kitchen where I see my fucking wife laying in a pool of her blood, never felt such fear in my whole fucking life, and I’ve been in the bloody war mind ya, and now yer kickin’ me out?” he growled, hurt by your distant behaviour. But you could bring yourself to look at him and offer some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t the one at fault, let alone explain to him what happened and why. You kept looking out of the window, ignoring his words too ashamed of yourself.

“Have I done something? Are ya mad at me?” the hurt in his voice and the thought of him second-guessing himself was enough to push you to at least acknowledge him.

“You’re not the one at fault here Alfie.” That was all you could offer him but it wasn’t enough for him. He had just seen the surface and now wanted to know what was laying on the deep end.

“Then who is?” he asked and insisted when he was met with your silence again, “Why won’t ya talk to me y/n? Since when are we keeping things from each other? I thought this marriage was based on honesty and trust.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, honesty was of the biggest importance for both of you and there’s no one in the world you trusted more than your husband.

“This isn’t fair to you. This marriage isn’t.” The tears in your eyes threatened to roll down your face, and your voice quivered. What a pathetic sight you must have been.

“What the fuck are ya talkin about woman?” the disbelief in his voice was evident but you knew you were right.

“I’m an awful wife. Nothing more different than the perfect Jewish wife you deserve. And I tried Alfie, I tried so hard,” voice cracking you had to pause, and take a deep breath, “but I just can’t seem to do anything without making a fool of myself. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that you’re stuck with me. I’m sorry that I can’t take care of you in the way that I should. I’m sorry-” his ringed finger stopped you and you were grateful for the interruption, your sobs didn’t allow you to speak clearly anymore.

He tried to comfort you by holding you in a loose embrace to not hurt you and shushed you telling you to imitate his breath. Eventually, you calmed down, only crying silently now while he was taking in every word you said.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this, my love?”

“How could I ever? To admit to my loving and thoughtful husband that he’s better off without me? That he deserves better than me? I didn’t know if you were aware of my utter incompetence but I didn’t want you to. I don’t want to live a life without you even though I know your place is not with me. See? I’m fucking selfish too.” you confess exasperated with yourself but Alfie actually laughed upon hearing your last words.

“ Love, look at me, "he started and waited for you to comply,” the next time you feel like this please come to me. It would have saved you so much pain if you did because then I could have told you that what you’re saying is fucking bullshit.“ he paused to let his words sunk into you

” I would have also told you that I don’t share a single word of yours, that there’s no-one more fit than you to share my life with, no one with whom I would want to share it. You’re a little clumsy, so what? I’m a fucking beast and you never once complain about it. Everyone has flaws but yours just make me love you more. Ya heard me? I love you y/n, you’re the only one for me, hell you’re my fucking wife that has to mean for something right?“ he lightens the mood and as always succeeds in making you smile.

You truly didn’t deserve this man, but you were so god damn happy that for some unknown reason he loved you.

"A beast wouldn’t be able to say such sweet words my love, nor care for me the way you do. I just wish I could do the same for you.”

“But you do, it doesn’t have to be you cooking or cleaning the house. Your love makes my days better and pushes me to always to better. Tell me is that not enough?”

“I suppose.” you timidly admit

“It fucking is love. So now, why don’t you tell me why the hell were you climbing the furniture like a damn monkey?” he inquired what had started the conversation but you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face. Your heart swelling with love for him you could only reach for him and pour all your love and gratitude you were feeling in a kiss.

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etherealhood · 5 years

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The Lucky One

author: @etherealhood

word count: 3,057

warnings: so fluffy, lil bit of angst if you squint

a/n: alright guys lemme just say that dad!calum is literally my favorite concept, so i was so compelled to write this! thank you to my favorite lady, @h0tsos for being an angel and letting me ruin her with some fluff! enjoy!

pairing: calum hood x reader

Getting comfortable when you’re seven months is probably the most unlikely thing to happen. But as she sat on the couch, her legs stretched out into her husband’s lap, his hands rubbing at her swollen feet while her little ones cuddled into her sides, she was practically thanking the heavens for giving her any kind of relief.

For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t cursing her husband for having such a high sex drive and being so adamantly against condoms. Right now, everything was so perfect. The love of her life was touching her so tenderly, her daughter’s head on her chest while her son laid his head on her stomach. Duke, their dog, slept soundfully on his bed in the corner of the room. She found her stomach fluttering at the idea of having another baby added to the equation in just a few short months.

With a content smile on her lips and her eyes on the movie that played on the television, she suddenly felt a rhythmic series of twitches coming from the top of her swollen stomach. A distinct jab was felt on her right side, close to where her daughter, Avalon’s tiny hand rested.

The little girl’s head snapped down towards the movement she felt before looking at her mother with wide eyes. The five year-old’s lips parted as she furrowed her eyebrows, looking just like her dad when he was confused. “Mommy?” Avalon’s worried voice prompted both Calum and their son, Niko, to look at the two girls.

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Y/N said softly, running her fingers through Avalon’s long and curly hair. The little dog who’d been sleeping walked over to the little girl when he heard the distress in her voice, hoping to give her some comfort as he plopped down next to her, laying his head on her knee.

“Are you okay?” Avalon asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

Before she could say anything else, another butterfly-in-the-stomach sensation jostled in her belly and this time Niko was just as confused as his twin. His brown eyes were swirling with a puzzled look and he sat up, no longer laying parallel to his mother’s body. “Did we hurt you, Mama?” He asked, his voice trembling. “Why’s your tummy moving?”

“No, I’m alright, babies.” Y/N cupped Niko’s cheek and stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, doing the same to her daughter. She looked from the innocent and concerned faces of her children to the knowing one of her husband. He smiled at her, an amused chuckle falling from his lips. She looked back to Avalon and Niko.

Calum cleared his throat before speaking, his little ones looking at their father for help. “That movement that you feel, it’s the baby in Mommy’s tummy. She’s kickin’ around in there.”

“Why? Does she not like Mommy?” Niko asked, tilting his head curiously.

Calum laughed once more and shook his head. “No, buddy. The baby loves Mommy, just like you, me, and Av do.” He kept his hand on his wife’s shin, his thumb subconsciously rubbing her smooth skin.

“Then why does she kick her?” Avalon spoke up, her hand pulled to her chest as she looked nervously at her mother’s stomach. “That’s not very nice.”

“She’s kicking because she’s happy. You know, she really likes when you talk to her.” Y/N explained, pressing the tips of her fingers around her belly to see if she could get a better feel of the kicks.

Niko raised an eyebrow, looking between his mother and father before whispering, “She can hear us?”

“Pretty cool, huh, Niko?” Calum asked with the biggest smile on his face. Niko’s own smile grew as he nodded. “Wanna see something?” He asked the twins, to which they eagerly nodded. Y/N had a feeling of what he wanted to show them so she turned to put her feet on the ground as her husband kneeled before her, Niko and Avalon watching from their seats on the couch.

Calum’s large hands went to her belly, his fingers lifting up her t-shirt to reveal his wife’s swollen stomach, her belly button poking out. Avalon giggled. “Look at Mama’s belly button!” Both of their children laughed at the silly little detail, making their parents smile fondly to themselves.

As he cupped her stomach with his large and warm hands, Calum’s wedding ring was cool against her skin. He looked up at the love of his life, his eyes on her face as she watched his hands on her stomach before looking back at him.

They shared a moment of silence between them. The sparkling look of devotion in their eyes saying something that simply didn’t need words to be conveyed. Her hands came down on top of his, her fingers lacing with his as he moved his hands up her stomach.

He leaned in to her body, his mouth inches away from her pregnant belly. All while keeping his eyes on hers, he began speaking to their child. “Hi, little one. It’s Daddy.” He said, immediately feeling the jostle of his daughter under his touch. The baby was big enough at this stage in her pregnancy that the baby’s kicking could be seen by the movement under her skin.

Y/N looked to her children and felt her heart swell as the awe that was etched across their nearly identical faces. From the day they were born, she’d been saying how glad she was that they looked so much like Calum. They were his carbon copies with their dark curls, their little noses, their brown eyes, and those heart-warming smiles that she had such a hard time saying ‘no’ to. She was hoping more than anything that the one residing inside of her would be just like the three people she loved most in the whole world.

“You know, your brother and sister are here, sweetheart. You gave them quite a scare when you started kicking Mama.” He chuckled, his happiness bursting from him at the kicks his unborn daughter made against his palms. “But I know that they’re so excited to meet you, they can’t wait for you to finally be here. And Mama and I can't wait to meet you. I love you, darling.”

“Can I say something, Daddy?” Niko asked, Calum nodding in return, moving away so his son could get close. He looked up at his mother, his brown eyes meeting hers as he set his hands on her tummy as Calum had been doing moments ago. She nodded encouragingly, giving him a gentle, reassuring smile.

He sighed before smiling to himself. “Hi, baby. I‘m Niko and I’m really excited to meet you. I’m gonna be the bestest big brother ever and I’ll share my toys with you all the time! I love you so much.” He said, tapping his fingers against his mom’s belly, feeling the baby’s feet move under his hand. He gasped and looked at Y/N. “That was so cool.”

“My turn!” Avalon exclaimed, slightly shoving her brother out of the way as she took his spot, putting her hands where his once were. As if she was realizing that she didn’t know what to do, she looked over at her father who was now holding Niko in his lap. She pouted, scrunching up her eyebrows and jutting out her lips like Calum had done many times before. “Daddy, I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Just introduce yourself and tell her you love her.” He suggested. “Say whatever you want.”

“Anything?” Avalon quirked an eyebrow.

Calum chuckled before nodding. “Anything.”

Avalon’s confident smile came back to her mouth, a fond gleam in her eyes as she looked at her mother’s stomach. “Okay, well, I’m Avalon. I like cookies and chicken nuggets, and I hope you do, too.” She said, her parents laughing at the unexpected things she said. They should’ve known that she’d say something like that, but in the moment, it was something they were not expecting. Their daughter continued on. “I’m gonna be your sister. And I love you already.”

Y/N felt her baby shift around again, her daughter beaming at the sight and feel. “You can kiss my belly if you want, my love.” Avalon leaned in and planted her lips on Y/N’s skin, leaving a bit of a slobbery kiss in her wake.

“Ooh! My turn!” Niko said, jumping off of Calum and onto the ground, getting on his knees. He left a sweet peck to the right of his mother’s belly button, genuinely surprised when he felt the unborn child kick up where he’d kissed. His eyes were wide and he laughed. “Whew. That was kinda scary, baby.”

“She did it because she loves you, Niko.” Y/N told him, smiling as he climbed back up on the couch and cuddled into her side. He wrapped his left arm around her front, leaning his head against her warm chest.

She felt her heart melt at how cuddly and sweet her little boy was. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, Niko. So so much.”

“Mommy, I love you, too.” Avalon whispered as she closed her eyes tiredly while laying against Calum’s chest.

Y/N planted a kiss on Avalon’s cheek. “I love you to the moon and back, Av.”

Niko tightened his hold on his mother as his eyes started drooping in exhaustion. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he yawned. “Come on, let’s get you two to bed.”

The family of four turned off the tv, Niko and Avalon in Calum’s arms as they all went up the stairs, their little dog hot on their heels. The parents took the twins to their room, laying them down in their separate beds. Calum kissed Avalon on the forehead, telling her how much he loved her before doing the same to Niko. Duke tiredly jumped up onto his bed, laying at his feet.

“Mommy, can we talk to the baby tomorrow?” Avalon’s sleepy voice asked. Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed as she nodded, pushing a stray curl out her daughter’s face and behind her ear, cupping the child’s cheek in her palm.

“Only if you, Niko, and Daddy make me pancakes in the morning.” She whispered, relishing in the laugh that came from not only her daughter, but her husband as well. Avalon nodded and agreed to the deal. “Alright, get some sleep, Av.” Y/N gave Avalon a quick kiss on the nose before Calum grabbed her hand, helping her off the bed, the two of them walking towards the door and turning off the light.

Calum closed the door behind them and they made their way down the hall to their bedroom. Y/N pulled off her pajama shorts and her shirt before she crawled into bed, laying on her left side and waiting for Calum to lay down with her. She felt the bed dip behind her and his arm immediately wrapped around her body, one of his hands on her round stomach, tracing shapes on her skin. His body pressed against hers, his bare chest warm against her back and his legs tangled with hers.

“I can’t wait for you to have this baby.” He whispered, his stubbled chin scratching at the skin of her neck. She hummed and leaned back against him, her hand lacing with Calum’s on her tummy.

“Me too.” She sighed contently, closing her eyes. “You think the twins are excited?”

Calum smiled to himself, kissing his wife’s earlobe. “Definitely. They’re gonna be great with her.” His stomach fluttered at the thought of his growing family. He often found himself thinking how lucky he was to have found someone that he loved unconditionally.

Sometimes he’d just watch her and admire every little thing she was and every little thing she did. Because before her, he’d never been so infatuated with a single person. He never found himself with a rapid heart beat just at the sensation of lips slanting over his unless they were her lips. He never found himself with an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach when he had to pull away from a warm body in the morning unless it was her that had been pressed up against him all night. He was never left with goosebumps when fingertips gently grazed over his caramel skin unless it was her touch.

And sometimes he was so sure that his life was a dream. He was sure that he’d be woken up any minute and be drastically disappointed when he realized that he didn’t have his stunning partner laying her head over his heart as she slept or their beautiful children down the hall ready to raise some hell for the day. But then she touched him and anchored him back down into reality, reminding him that this was all real and that he was truly just that lucky.

Without her, without their family, he wasn’t sure where he’d be, who he’d be. Y/N, Avalon, and Niko were absolutely everything to him and he’d rather die than get a glimpse of what his life would have been like without them. So when he was woken up in the mornings to his look-alikes jumping on the bed and disturbing the serene moment that he and his wife shared, he wasn’t upset. He thanked whatever or whoever was listening for giving him absolutely everything he never knew he wanted.

With this in mind, he tightened his hold on Y/N, squeezing her hand and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. She stroked her thumb over his DSH tattoo, the metal of his silver bracelet cold against her skin. “You alright, baby?” She whispered, her voice sweet and full of genuine concern at him tensing up.

He was silent for a moment. “I never knew I could feel like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… I never want to let go of what we have. I’m so happy, Y/N. I’ve never been so happy. You and our babies make me so happy. I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose it one day.”

Y/N turned over, laying on her back as she looked up at Calum, who was now resting his head on his left hand. He looked down at her, his fingers moving towards her face to gently trail over her cheek, his thumb tracing her oh so soft lips. “You make us so happy, Cal. You know that, right?”

He licked his lips and frowned, shrugging in response. “I don’t know. I’m just not here all the time and sometimes I feel like you guys deserve better than me. Like you deserve a better man than me.” He mumbled, watching as his hand cupped her cheek.

Her hand went over his, her fingers wrapping around his. The wedding ring she wore on her left hand glistened, catching his eye. She turned her head and kissed the heel of his palm. “You are the man of my dreams and I know with all my heart that there will never be another man who can love us like you do.” She said, her voice lowering as she emphasized her next words. “Who could love me like you do. Calum, I love you so much that it’s impossible to even breathe when you’re not here.”

Calum’s eyes visibly watered at the words he knew to be true and he closed his eyes before he leaned into her, his forehead resting against hers, nose nuzzling with hers. His lips grazed over her own as he spoke. “I’m so in love with you.” He pressed his lips to hers, putting all of the devotion in his heart into the way he kissed her. He fell in love with the magical taste she left seeping into his skin. He kissed her and God, he swore he could taste the next sixty years of his life.

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, lightly tickling his cheeks. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, her fingers combing through the silky curls in the back of his head. Her leg hooked over his waist, pulling him closer into her body—well as close as she could being 30 weeks pregnant. She pulled his lip between her teeth, making him utter a breathy groan from the back of his throat.

As he moved to hover over her, his hands pressing into the pillow on either side of her head, his stomach pressed to hers. He parted her mouth with his, before allowing their tongues to find one another. With his body pressed against hers, he suddenly felt a jostle beneath him, a movement from her stomach kicking him in the abdomen.

His lips pulled off of hers and he looked down between them where the kick had come from. With a laugh, he looked back up at his wife. She smiled brightly at him, her lips swollen as she parted, clearly breathless from his kiss. “I think she wants to say that she loves you, too, Cal.” She said to him.

“Well, I love her so much more.” He told her before moving down her body, laying next to her stomach. His hand pressed against her belly, to the right of her bulging belly button. “I can’t wait to meet you, Leia.”

“Leia?” Y/N asked, her fingers running through his hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp.

Calum smiled bashfully and nodded. “I think it suits her, don’t you?” She pulled him back up towards her and kissed him softly, her hand holding his strong jaw. He chuckled and looked unto her eyes fondly. “I’ll take that as a yes?” His brow raised in question.

“It’ll be a yes if you keep me warm all night long.” She teased him with a smirk, turning on her side once more. He agreed with yet another laugh and pressed his body back into hers, spooning her. His hand went to her stomach again and another kick pressed to his palm.

“That can be arranged, my love.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her bare shoulder. His wife was quick to fall asleep and all Calum was left to do was hold her, knowing he was the luckiest man alive.

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yelenabelovq · 4 years

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Hey! Can you make a Bucky fic where he has this huge crush on the reader and he’s convinced she’s totally out of his league and she ends up finding out somehow and she teases him about it and purposely gets him flustered before she admits she feels the same way. Thank you so much!

i love this idea so much i just had to write it as soon as i saw this rq

“You’re staring again, Barnes,” Sam said.

Bucky snapped his eyes from you and the oat milk you were pouring into your cereal. “Am not,” he grumbled.

Sam laughed mockingly. “Alright, keep on starin’ with those puppy dog eyes and see what happens.”

“I do not have–” He stopped when you turned back around and smiled at the two.

“Mornin’, boys,” you said with a smirk went straight to his head and a tanktop that went straight to his–y’know.

Bucky cleared his throat before he responded, “Mornin’, doll,” while looking down at his coffee and toast.

“Hey,” a voice sounded. Nat rounded the corner, shooting a smile at Bucky and Sam before addressing you. “Spar in ten?”

“It’s a date,” you said, starting to follow her.

Before you left the kitchen, Sam caught you and asked, “How about you save a dance for Barnes? He could use the practice. A good ass-kickin’ might do him well.”

Bucky went scarlet as you laughed brightly. “You gotcha.” And you sent Bucky a wink which only served to turn his blush darker.

He was silent as Sam chuckled as you rounded the corner. It wasn’t until you turned the corner that Bucky grumbled: “I’m gunna kill you.”

“Dude,” Sam scolded. “You gotta do something before Natasha sweeps her off her feet!”

“Nat’s not gonna–” Sam stopped him with a pointed look. Bucky just sighed. “She’s out of my league, man.”

“Can’t argue with that,” snorted Sam.

Bucky punched him.

The thing was, you were out of his league. You were gorgeous, intelligent. You had a great sense of humor and were a perfect team player. You could run circles around most of them, even keep up with Steve and Bucky. You were kind and considerate, you’d been through so much and still come you smiling and encouraging. You were the most capable and genuine person he knew. And he loved your eyes so much. He loved everything about you. Every attribute you had to offer, he thought you were p–

He always did that. He could get lost in the thought of you so fast, it would give someone whiplash. There was so much to get lost in. Like your eyes, dear god–

Sorry, sorry. Real life.

But, real life was the problem. Because in real life, you’d never like him back. What was there to like?

SO he left it alone. He left it all alone and was content just to be around you. Because having you in his life was better than any alternative. Bucky was borderline glad you didn’t know.

Unfortunately, everyone else did.

And no one was in the business to let him live it down. The little joke Sam pulled that morning in the kitchen was the least of it. There was constantly slander and tons of inuendos and–shipping. Bucky didn’t really know what that was, but half of the bunch seemed rather keen on it. That annoyed the hell out of Bucky. It was only a matter of time before the whole thing blew up in his face.

That day came and went. He trained with you later that evening, even losing a few rounds in a ring. You, him, Nat, and Steve even went for drinks that night. Bucky felt like he had to be blind not to see everything between you and Nat. Steve tried to make him feel better when he noticed Bucky’s dejected expression with a pat on the back and a “Chin up, pal.” It didn’t help.

You all ended up stumbling home tipsy and giggling. You were hanging on Bucky’s arm and he was a little too proud of that. But he certainly wasn’t going to shove you off anytime soon. The group pushed through into the common room, laughing at something Nat had said. Sam and Wanda were watching a movie on the couch, some Netflix original Wanda had chosen, from the looks of it.

“Hey, gang,” Sam greeted with a dazzling smile. He noted you and Bucky in such a tight grip and his eyebrows shot up. “Damn, Barnes, finally ‘fess up to your feelings? Little liquid courage was all you needed, huh?”

You were still laughing as you asked, “What feelings?”

The room instantly dropped ten degrees in temperature. Nat seemed to sober up, and Steve instantly stopped laughing. The smile fell from Sam’s face and even Wanda seemed to fold into herself as she stood gracefully off the couch. Bucky tensed up as your gaze turned up to him.

“Bro, I’m sorry, I just assumed–” Sam stumbled over an apology.

“N-nothing, doll,” Bucky laughed, trying to play it off. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. You laughed and hid your blush in his jacket. “That’s not what it sounded like.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw a soft flash of red, and then heard Wanda whisper, “Oh…”

“Don’t worry, girl,” Sam tried to assure you. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Oh.” Was that disappointment in your eyes?

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Steve said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get you upstairs–”

Nat huffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Barnes has the hots for you and has for about six months he’s just too pussy to admit it.”

The whole room froze. Only Wanda breathed out, “Shit…”

You giggled. “You like me?”

“Uh, maybe now isn’t the best time for this–” Bucky stuttered.

“Like a crush?” You were overly-giggly. In any other situation, he would have found you adorable.

“Let’s get you upstairs, doll,” he said instead.

“Buck, I can–” Steve began.

“I got it.” He just ushered you upstairs, leaving the group alone.

You laughed up the stairs and down the hall. “Is she serious? You like me, Buck?”

“This isn’t grade school, doll,” he huffed. He pushed open the door.

“I know, but I like the sound of it. Bucky Barnes likes me.” You giggled in that completely unnecessarily adorable way again. “It makes me happy.”

He sat you down on your bed with a humored huff. “Anything to make you happy.”

“I like it when you call me ‘doll,’” you said.

Bucky ran his tongue over his teeth. “Heh… Anything to make you happy, then, doll.”

“Yeah,” you laughed with the cutest smile that just about made Bucky’s heart jump out of his chest. “Like that.”

Bucky considered saying something, but instead just patted your leg before choking out, “You should go to sleep.”

“Wait, wait,” you said. You caught his hand and his heart lept into his throat. “Goodnight kiss.” A pout pulled on your bottom lip and god he really did want to kiss it.

“Not now, you’re drunk,” he resided.

“I’m not too drunk to give you a hard time about crushing on me,” you teased. Bucky couldn’t do anything but sigh and not meet your eye. “And I’m not too drunk to tell you I also like you.”

He froze. “Honey, I know that’s the alcohol. If you just go to bed you might not even remember this and then–”

“No!” you whined, that pout returning to that bottom lip. “I wanna remember it.”

Bucky just stared at you, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. “I…”

“C’mon, I’ve been waiting. For you to admit it.” You looked away bashfully. “I’m not blind, y’know.”

“I mean, I didn't think–I just wasn’t sure–Uh, I guess–”

Bucky was still stuttering as you rolled your eyes and let you an exasperated, “Come on, Bucky!” and the got up and then–

And then you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Hard but your lips were so soft you tasted like honey and vodka. Just another thing for him to get lost in, he guessed.

It was a while before you parted, and all he could manage was, “Thank god.”

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hellimagines · 5 years

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Please, Don’t Take it Back -- Nathan Young

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Request: “Requesting shamelessly. If you have time can you do a Nathan/Reader where shes like his go to. He goes to her with all his problems and she helps him. And thensomething big happens and he realizes he hasnt been doing the same for her? Bonus points if theres a sudden and aggressive declaration of love! I love your face!!!” @stargazingwithcassidy

Summary: After another altercation with your boyfriend, you pick Nathan up from the Community Center, and the truth comes out.

Warnings: domestic abuse, graphic injury depictions

Pairing: Nathan Young x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,000+

A/N: Everyone, Cassidy is the best and I love them and please go give them a follow! Also, lemme know if you liked this bitch

“You know I love you… right?”

You paused, your palms pressed against the kitchen flooring of your boyfriend’s house. Blood dripped from your nose and the corner of your lip, dribbling onto the white tile below and causing tiny mouse-like puddles. Lifting your head you saw Drew knelt beside you, his face full of false concern and pity. His hand was gently placed on your shaking shoulders, his knuckles split, bruised, and bloody from all the punching and attacking he had done. His eyebrows were furrowed over his brown eyes, but they held no emotion.

“Right,” you replied simply, finally looking away so you could raise yourself onto shaking legs. You were forced to stumble over to the counter, your broken fingers gripping onto the marble to keep from falling back to your knees. Pain ricocheted from the tips of your fingers to the back of your shoulder blade, but you ignored it in favor of staying upright. A weak smile spread across your lips as you looked back to your attacker, trying to convince him (and yourself) that you were okay. “Can I go pick Nathan up now? His mum called earlier and she won’t be able to grab ‘im. I’ll be back within the hour.” It was a lie, Nathan had been the one texting you non-stop to grab a bite with him, and you weren’t planning on being back until later.

Drew looked at you carefully, still crouched beside your puddle of blood on the floor. He breathed in, “Fine. Be back by 4, or we’re going to have another talk, got it?”

“Yes, I’ll be back before then,” you nodded, willing yourself to straighten out as he stood up. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go.” Drew flicked his hand towards the door and you didn’t hesitate before scurrying away, tail metaphorically tucked between your legs.

You rushed to the car, practically stumbling over your own feet in your haste as the front door slammed behind you. Tears trickled down your face and mixed with your blood, causing pink droplets to fall from your chin. Opening the car door took you a minute, but once you were safely inside, you managed to finally take a handful of calming breaths. Your eyes were shut and your hands loosely gripped the steering wheel. You didn’t have much time to think about the past hour- Nathan was probably already waiting for you, and making him wait much longer would only cause a boatload of questions. So, with a deep, ragged breath, you drove away in pursuit of the Community Center and its resident dumbass.

“Oi, Cunt Face! Took you long enough, I’ve been out here for days!” Nathan howled across the parking lot, dramatically trudging himself over to your car. A cigarette hung from his pouting lips, but he flicked it away before approaching your car. “The starvation and dehydration has already started kickin’ in! I mean look at me! I’m skin and bones,” he cried, swinging open the door and sliding in.

“Nathan, you’ve always been skin and bones. Shut up,” you laughed quietly, pulling out of the parking lot without looking at your best friend.

Nathan gasped, “Are you skeleton shaming me right now? Because I don’t appreciate that.”

“You know what? Maybe I am- there’s too many skeletons out there, it’s like the pirate days all over again,” you giggled. “I mean honestly-”

“The hell’s happened to your face?” Nathan suddenly shouted, cutting you off and startling you into jerking the car. “You look like you’ve just gotten out of a fight ring- and lost!”

You laughed nervously, “D-Don’t worry about it, Nath’, just an accident. Besides, we all know I’d kick ass in a fight ring.” You were hoping that with enough jokes and playful laughs, Nathan would drop the subject.

But Nathan was an observant pissfire and rarely gave up on things he became fixated on. “Bullshit! That ain’t no accident, love. Your fingers are all fucked, and your face is every shade of black and blue in existence. What happened?”

You let your eyes wander over to Nathan briefly, before focusing them back on the empty road ahead. You didn’t want to tell your curly-haired best friend what had truly happened to you for a multitude of reasons. For starters, Nathan would try and shove you into a clinic, or worse, fix the injuries himself. Just the thought of Nathan attempting to fix your fingers made you shiver. Then, after making sure you were okay, he’d march his scrawny-ass over to Drew and pick a fight. A fight, he would no doubt lose. You had no intention of letting your best friend get mauled just because your boyfriend had a temper.

“(Y/N), please. Tell me what’s going on? It seems like every week you’ve got a new injury and a newly broken heart. I’m a jerk, yeah, but I’m not stupid. He’s hurtin’ you, isn’t he?” Nathan snarled- his soft voice now filled with enough venom to make his Irish accent nearly incoherent. “I’ll fuck him right up if he is. Make ‘im piss and vomit blood for months. ‘Ow’s that sound? Make sure ‘e never bothers you again.”

You sighed heavily. Gripping the steering wheel with your unbroken hand, you veered into an abandon store parking lot and shut off the car. Nathan was uncharacteristically quiet, probably sensing that you were finally about to open up. You shifted in your seat, pressing your aching back against the door so you could fully face him. His green eyes were narrowed with worry and concern, his lips pulled into a deep frown, and his fingers tugged on the various holes of his orange jumpsuit. Over the past few months, you had grown tired of constantly having to lie to everyone around you, including yourself. Drew didn’t love you, not anymore, and it hurt to admit. But you had to tell someone about what was going on; even if that someone had never taken anything seriously in his life.

“Just… just let me talk, okay? No interrupting, no nothing. Because if I stop I won’t get going again. Okay?” Nathan nodded, so you began. “We’ve been dating for like two years, yeah? And shit was amazing in the beginning: flowers, books, trips, coffee, texts, car rides, meeting everyone, all that crap. But after the first year, he got mean. He was controlling and kept looking over my shoulder. Everything I did and everywhere I went, he was there. Then, one night, I went out without tellin’ him. I figured that a night away would do the both of us good. I went out with you and the others, smoked a bit and fell asleep on your floor. Shit we used to do all the time. But when I got home that morning, he was… he was mad. Like, really mad. He hurt me until I passed out, and when I woke up, he had gotten me flowers and another book. So, to me, things were okay. One time thing, yeah? But then it became a monthly thing. Then a weekly. And now, I’m lucky if a day goes by that I don’t get slapped or something. I don’t know how to get out of it. I don’t know what to do, Nath’.”

After your admittance, the car was filled with a heavy silence. You had tears falling freely from your eyes, while Nathan had barely-concealed ones that he refused to let fall. He needed to be strong for you, the same way you had been strong for yourself. Nathan’s heart hurt at the fact that you had been dealing with near-constant abuse for over a year. That he had no idea about any of it, and that he wasn’t there for you or there to help you during any of it. He had been so focused on his own issues, his own demons, that he didn’t take a second to consider the devil by your side.

“I’m sorry,” he began, the words tumbling from his quivering lips. “I’m sorry that you felt that you couldn’t trust me, or anyone, to help you. I’m sorry that you haven’t felt true love and happiness, that wasn’t followed by being hurt, for two years. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you like I promised I would. I’m sorry, for everything.”

“It’s not your fault-”

Nathan shook his head, “I’m not saying it’s my fault. And it’s not yours, either. It’s Drew’s fault for being a fucked sack of shit. But, what I’m saying, is that I’m sorry. And even though I haven’t been there for you lately, I’m here now. I will do everything in my immortal power to keep you from ever going back to him, from ever getting hurt by him. I love you too much to see another one of these injuries on you. Come back to the Community Center with me, sleep there. We’ll grab some food, like we planned, and then figure all this shit out,” Nathan said, reaching across the console to grab your uninjured hand. “But first, let’s go to the clinic to get this hand fixed.”

“I can’t go to the clinic, they’ll ask questions- but wait, what did you say?” Your brain was turning in mushy circles after Nathan’s speech, focusing on one part of his words, and then all of them, and then none. But one thing did stand out and stayed circling your mind.

“That you can sleep with me at the Center. Mum kicked me out, remember?”

“No, not about that. The love part, you said you love me,” you whispered, your mouth opened in awe. Nathan suddenly looked panicked. His worried face was now a deep red, and he began spluttering over nothing. “Don’t take it back. Please, don’t take it back,” you spit out quickly, gripping his hand tightly. “I love you too. Fuck, Nathan, I’ve always loved you.”

Nathan’s breath hitched and his eyes widened impossibly more, but his face became soft. “You have? Oh God, (Y/N), I should’ve said something sooner! I could’ve made you happy and you wouldn’t have had to deal with that douchecanoe!”

You giggled softly at Nathan’s words, a genuine smile gracing your features. “I should’ve said something, too. But at least we know now.”

“Yeah, you can love me now instead of him,” Nathan huffed, but you shook your head.

“Doesn’t work like that, Nath’, and you know it. I’m gonna need time to heal from all this, and I don’t want to use you as my medicine. I want you to be there for me, but I don’t want to rely on you to be happy. Only once I’ve officially broken up with him and know I’m safe, will I consider us dating. For now… for now, let’s just get these fingers dealt with, grab some food, and head back to the Center.”

Nathan nodded quickly in understanding. “Of course, (Y/N/N). I’ll be here for you as long as you need me to. Best friends ‘til the end of time,” he joked, flashing you a wink as you started the car back up.

“Best friends ‘til the end of time,” you confirmed with an equally goofy smile on your face. You pulled out of the parking lot suddenly feeling lighter, as though the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. You still had a long way to go, and you weren’t even close to being out-of-the-clear, but you were one step closer to safety; to happiness. And that was all that mattered.

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milkchu · 5 years

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ ten.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

Warnings: swearing (as usual), angst, some ass-grabbing, kissing, a tiny bit of cute bri x y/n action, p**l pr*nt*r

A/N: so this chapter will introduce a new character but she’ll only be appearing in this one so she’s not that important or is she?, and it’s not mentioned but (y/n) is bisexual. also the gif above is how brian looks at (y/n) all the time ok enjoy! happy (or sad) reading! 💓

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When the party finally ended, you walked around your house, sipping on a glass of wine whilst all the waiters cleaned and fixed up the mess of a mansion that looked like a tornado has gone through all the rooms.

You weren’t drunk, maybe a little, but all you wanted to do was to be alone and just drink all the worries away, Brian’s words still echoing in your mind, your heart ached every time you remembered his voice. A voice that pitied you. Pathetic.

Once you had stumbled upon the living room, you walked towards the piano, placed your drink on top, and started to play a random tune.

Whilst playing, a waitress had come to your side, grabbing all the empty glasses from the piano top. She was a redhead with smooth, pale skin, her nails painted black, lips painted blood red, her short hair tied in a ponytail, and not to mention, she was really pretty.

As much as you claimed you were sober and not drunk, your right hand had somehow managed to pull away from the black and white keys, and towards the girl’s bottom, giving it a little squeeze.

The girl gasped in surprise and looked towards you with an annoyed glare, “You’ve got a set of balls.”

You scoffed, then sent her a smug smirk, “Go fetch me a drink and find out.”

Completely ignoring your statement, she said, “I may work for you tonight but put your hands on me again and I’ll thump you. Got it?” Then started to walk away.

Before she could leave the room, you called out for her, “I’m terribly sorry,” You stammered, “I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry.”

When she stopped right by the door, you continued, “I won’t do that again, all right?”

She sighed, and turned back to face you, “Let me get you a beer,” You smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind a beer,” She shrugged.

“Can you just tell me where they keep them?” You chuckled, “You’re very beautiful. I love a woman in uniform,” resulting in her smiling and going out of the room to find some beer.

Every worker had already left so it was just you and the girl, whose name you learned to be Jasmine, both of you sitting on the couch.

“So, all your friends have left you alone?” Jasmine asked, untying her ponytail, letting her short curls fall to her face.

“They’re not my friends. Not really. Just distraction,” You sighed, taking a sip of your beer.

“From what?” She raised her eyebrows.

“The in-between moments, I suppose,” You said, “I find them intolerable.” “All of the...darkness you thought you left behind comes creeping back in.”

Jasmine nodded in understanding, “I know what you mean.”

“Really?” You leaned in a bit closer to her, “What is it that you do with them?”

“Spend them with real friends,” She said, matter-of-factly, “You look like you could use a friend,” She nodded towards you.

You looked down and sighed, but then looked back up to see Jasmine’s face leaning closer to yours, before she finally cupped your right cheek, and pressed her lips against yours.

You sighed into the kiss, but returned it, your lips moving softly against hers while your hand softly grasped onto her wrist.

But something inside of you wanted something else. Or someone else. Especially when you felt her soft curls brush against your cheeks.

When Jasmine pulled away, your not-so-sober self decided to blurt out, “I like you.”

She let out a chuckle, her hand now lingering against the side of your neck, “I like you too, (Y/N).”

Her hand then retreated from your neck, “But you should learn to like yourself first.”

Such a simple sentence yet you suddenly felt all the tipsiness from the alcohol disappear into thin air. The whole picture being a little clearer than before.

Jasmine immediately stood up from the couch, before walking towards the door until you stopped her, “Good night, Jasmine.”

She smiled, “Good night, (Y/N). Or should I say good morning?” before she finally left, probably the last you’ll see of her.

Brian sat on the drum risers, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for you. At the same time, thinking about last night, when he called you something he very much regretted.

Chrissie looked at Brian in empathy from the couch, whilst the other wives beside her chatted with their husbands.

It has been well over an hour, until Brian decided to waste no more time, “Screw her.”

He stood up, “Everyone up on the drum risers!”

“Up on the drum risers!”

Chrissie then stood up, gesturing for everyone else to come, “Come on!”

Brian nodded at his wife, “Thank you, Chrissie. Showing some enthusiasm,” Before placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Wives and everyone, Brian?” John asked.

“Yes! Come on, John. Everyone!” Brian nodded, “I’m not waiting any longer!”

Dominique and Veronica then followed, John coming in, “Bass?” He pointed towards the instrument.

Brian plopped down from the drum risers, “No, you don’t need it,” Before kicking his bottom up to go on the drum risers, “Get up.”

“Come on, Rog, take your time,” Brian patted the drummer’s back.

“All right,” Roger stepped up, “What’s this about?”

“You remember our last concert? The crowd were singing our songs back to us. I mean, it was deafening, but it was wonderful. They’re becoming a part of our show. I want to encourage that, so I’ve got an idea to involve them a little bit more. Let’s start with this.”

Brian then stamped his foot rhythmically with two beats, “Stamp to this beat.”

“Genius,” John smiled, before looking over at a grinning Roger. “Thank you, John.” Brian replied.

“Come on!” Everyone then started to stomp their feet as Brian did, “Good.”

“Now, I want you to clap on the third beat.”

They all did what was told, not knowing that they were making history with a simple beat that blew everyone’s minds.

Whilst they were doing this, they didn’t even see you walk in. You didn’t have time to put much thought into your clothes, so you decided to just throw on a somewhat thin, white button-up shirt with the first few ones unbuttoned, revealing several necklaces adorning your collar, tucked in a denim miniskirt.

So, you leaned against the piano top in the background, watching as they did this beat that was quite catchy.

“Don’t speed up!” Roger said whilst the wives giggled.

Brian pointed over to the drummer, “Rog, keep that time,” before walking over to the piano, playing some notes before finally noticing you were there.

“No Prenter? It’s unusual to see you without your pet.”

“It’s unusual seeing you be so bitchy,” You smirked, getting back at him for last night.

Brian waved you off, before he went back to face the drum risers, “Ah, you kept time, Rog. Good.”

You slowly walked over Brian’s side, hands on your hips, “What’s going on?”

Their stomping and clapping was then silenced, “You’d know if you were on time,” Roger quipped.

You squint your eyes at the blond before retorting, “I’m a performer, darling, not a Swiss train conductor,” The air suddenly becoming painfully awkward.

Your expression then softened, turning to Brian, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Again,” John sassed.

You sighed, “All right,” before turning back to Brian, “Now, will you please tell me why you’re not playing any instruments?”

“I wanna give the audience a song that they can perform. All right? Let them be part of the band. So what can they do?” Brian then resumes the rhythmic stamping and clamping, everyone else joining in.

Your eyes then scanned his feet, before looking up at him with a small smile, finally joining in.

Both your eyes kept in contact as you stomped and clapped together before he said, “Imagine...thousands of people...doing this in unison. Huh?”

He then sent you a proud smile that made your heart flutter, waiting for your response.

You smiled back, “What’s the lyric?”

Madison Square Garden

Buddy, you’re a boy

Make a big noise

Playing in the street

Gonna be a big man some day

You got mud on your face

You big disgrace

Kickin’ your can all over the place

Singin’

We will, we will rock you

The stamps, claps, and voices of the enormous crowd of New York City pounded in your ears, almost acting like your heartbeat.

Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man

Shouting in the street

Gonna take on the world some day

You got blood on your face

You big disgrace

Wavin’ your banner all over the place

We will, we will rock you

Roger banged on his drums to the beat, mouthing along to the lyrics.

Buddy, you’re an old man, poor man

Pleading with your eyes

Gonna get you some peace some day

You’ve got mud on your face

You big disgrace

Somebody better put you

Back into your place

Brian clapped to the beat, his mouth parted at the sight of the participating crowd and then to you. John also decided to throw on his own moves to the beat.

We will, we will rock you

Brian’s guitar slowly sounded until the chorus ended, performing his heart out with his solo, you dancing along beside him before prancing around all over the stage, cheers of your name ringing in your ears.

When the song finally ended, Brian looked over to you with a huge smile, sending you a small nod, whilst the whole arena erupted in cheers and shouts.

“All right! I feel like taking a bite out of the Big Apple!” You said into the microphone.

“Who wants to take a bite out of me?” You smirked, your other mates chuckling at your words.

You then stood on the side of the stage, closer to the audience, “All right, play with me now.”

“Ay-oh!”

Ay-oh!

“Ay-oh!”

Ay-oh!

Unaware of a crucial discussion going on, you entered the after-party venue clad in a silk robe, until you heard a voice you missed so much call your name, “(Y/N)!” Matthew.

“Oh, there you are!” You grinned before giving Matthew the biggest hug, even jumping on him, your legs wrapped around his waist.

He grunted then let out a laugh, before putting you down on your feet.

“You were brilliant!” Matthew said.

“Ah, that’s only because I knew you were watching.”

“We have so much to catch up on,” You said, before a blonde woman came up to you both with some drinks. You assumed she was a server, “Oh, thank you-”

“This is my girlfriend, Daisy,” Matthew smiled, putting his hand on her lower back.

Your smile immediately fell before Matthew said, “Daisy, love, this is (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest, until Daisy sent you a sweet smile, “Magnificent show.”

“Thank you,” You forced a smile, Matthew noticing, before offering your hand to hers to shake, “It’s so kind of you, I appreciate it. Thank you so much.”

Matthew’s eyes then landed on your ring finger, which still held the ring he gave you. He felt a tug on his heart, his smile almost faltering.

Paul then noticed a tension between you and the couple, quickly walking over to you, “(Y/N), there are some people here for you to see. You’d promise you’d say hello.”

“Oh, did I?” You said, Matthew quickly noticing the slight bitterness in your voice.

Paul nodded, “Mm-hmm.”

“We should go, will I see you soon?” Matthew’s hand grabbed yours, and didn’t even notice his own finger brush against the ring. He always did that. You know, when you were still together.

You let out a forced chuckle, “Yes, of course. Of course,” before placing a quick kiss on Matthew’s cheek. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Daisy.”

“And you. And well done again,” She smiled.

“And you.”

Then they started to walk away, “Bye,” Matthew said softly, his hand on his new love’s waist.

“Thank you for coming such a long way.”

When they were finally out of sight, your smile fell. Your hands fumbled together, fingers brushing against the ring, pulling it up momentarily but then pushing it back down.

“Then you’ve got the MTV interview...and the plane to Houston for the special. Back here on Friday.”

You looked out the car window, a glass of scotch in one hand, not even paying attention to Reid going through your tiring schedule.

Until Paul handed you a small pill, Reid stopping his read momentarily to watch you take it in before taking a gulp of the scotch. Just a little something to ease the pain.

“Listen to me now,” Reid started, “Do you know who sold four percent of all the records purchased last year? Worldwide?”

“Michael Jackson. Not the Jackson 5. Michael Jackson.”

“And I think you could do even better. In fact, I’ve had an offer from CBS Records. It’s a lot of money for you, (Y/N), and I think you should consider it.”

Your head slowly turned to face Reid, “Are you asking me to break up the band?”

“I’m just pointing out what awaits you if you go solo. An end to your frustrations.”

“My frustrations?” You questioned.

He then turned to Paul, “Paul?”

Paul then started shaking his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, John.”

Reid then sent him a look of disbelief and anger at the same time, “Perhaps I misunderstood.”

You immediately pressed the button for the driver, “Yes, ma’am?”

“Pull over. Stop the car, pull over.”

Reid shook his head in disbelief until he felt the car stop and heard the tires screech.

“Get out. Out now!” You demanded Reid.

“What the hell?” Reid sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“Get out of this car. You’re fired.”

“What are you talking about ‘fired’?”

“I said get out.”

“(Y/N), you are high!”

“I said get out!” You snapped, “Out! Out or I’ll kill you!” You gritted your teeth, “Get out, you treacherous piss flap.”

“You’re not thinking clearly-” “Get out!” You screamed before opening his door and forcing him out.

“You’re firing the wrong snake, (Y/N),” He looked over to Paul, “You’ll regret it.”

“GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE!” You exploded, before slamming the door shut, leaving the fired manager out on the street, “Drive!”

You then finished the whole glass before Paul let out a huge sigh, you looking over to him, “Did you know anything about this?”

Paul shook his head innocently, “I warned him against it. Pure greed.”

“Tried to break up my family.”

“We can manage the band. We don’t need him.”

“I’m gonna take care of you now, (Y/N). If you’ll let me.”

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70swonderpoisonstark · 5 years

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Wait, you survived? ( II )

// You and Steve survive the plane wreck and end up seventy years in the future. Everything’s different and the only person that understands the confusion and pain of losing your entire world is your now dead husband’s best friend. When the two of you are forced to adapt to the world around you, things can get complicated. //

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~ Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread;

they may satisfy appetite for the moment,

but there is death in them at the end. ~

The two of you settled into modern life as best as you could. Certain aspects of night life were too intense for you both, so you spent a majority of time at home watching movies and catching up on everything you missed. The nights always started the same, you'd finally decide to go to a local bar, get a couple drinks, and slowly mold into society. However, the men were much less polite than they used to be. It was on more than one occasion that Steve had to pull your bar stool closer to his to send a subtle message to the very loud people you've come into contact with.

This night was no different, you'd found a kickin new bar within walking distance of the apartment and agreed to try it out. Six o'clock was when the two of you normally decided to go, people were normally still at home after getting off work, and the crazies usually didn't come out till much later. You'd tucked in your black silk tank into your black ripped jeans, securing the outfit with a "designer" belt. Dressing nice every time you went out was one habit Steve and you couldn't shake. You'd see people everywhere wearing all sorts of interesting outfits, tried to go out in something similar, and never made it out the door. Old habits die hard, huh?

Steve opened the door for you as you walked into the bar, smiling down at you with his sweet smile, you'd get him a date one of these days, you just knew it. The two of you chatted, talking about inventions, medical discoveries, and how great modern cars were. You were admiring a 68' shelby cobra mustang with Steve as you heard a loud 'THUD' in the seat closest to yours. You continued to talk about how innovative it was to put such a powerful motor in such a light car when you heard somebody clear their throat very loud, and too close to your ear. Your eyes dart towards the seat next to you, checking your surroundings before engaging was second nature at this point, noticing a tall, large man staring holes into the side of your head. He was slouched over a dark beer, clumsily wiping foam from his lips as he cleared his throat again, clearly trying to get your attention.

"Can I help you?" You said, annoyance filling your words as you spoke. Even in the 40's, you'd always been very, aggressive when it came to unwanted attention. Watching his pupils dilate slowly as he attempted to take all of you in.

"IIIIIII've gotta say miss, you are tooooo pretty to be here. Waddya say we get outta here, get you somehwere nicer, easier on your back?" He winked, or at least tried to, what he actually did looked more like the beginning of a stroke than anything else. You opened your mouth, ready to tell him off when another booming voice came from behind you.

"I think the lady is fine just where she is, pal." Steve didn't understand why men always had to talk to you. If they were making actual conversation he'd leave you alone, but they always tried terrible one liners that always referenced sexual encounters. Steve pulled you and your seat close enough to his that your thigh was gently resting against his.

"Hey buddy," the drunk man started, swaying as he spoke. "If the lady didn't wanna be tawked to, she wouldn't have worn such a sexy outfit, ain't that right, sugar?" Steve jumped out of his chair, getting in between you and the now very startled man.

"The lady can wear whatever she wants too, and creeps like you get to leave her the hell alone." Steve was tense, his shoulders and back puffed and flexed, bowing him out and making him looked twice as intimidating as usual.

"I don't have to listen to you golden boy, she wants me to feel her up, I can tell just by lookin at the bitch." Steve's eyes widened at the blatant disrespect, insulting a woman because she wasn't interested? What happened to flirting, courting, dates? He expected you to hear one sentence and sleep with him? It rattled Steve's brain. He pulled back immediately, ready to use his strength to knock the fat loser on his ass when you stepped in front of him. Chest to chest, he lowered his fist to look down at you.

"Steve, love. That won't be necessary." You said, ruby red lips turned up in an innocent smile.

"See tough guy, little lady can't wait to get a chance at me." He winked, or maybe had a second stroke, you'd probably never know actually.

"Oh you're right, I can't wait to get a chance at you." You enunciated the 'T' roughly, smiling up at the drunk man who felt entitled to your attention, winked, and uppercutted him straight on his ass. You shook your hand, surprised that the impact didn't hurt more. "Softy." You chuckled and tossed back the rest of your tequila shot. The other patrons at the bar, who were already watching the scene unfold, laughed as the man laid unconscious on the ground after a single punch. Steve huffed, rolling his eyes at the fact that he didn't see that coming. You were always ready to fight, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise that you'd stop him from knocking somebody out, only so YOU could do it.

"You know what (Y/N), I could've done that for you." Steve said, half hurt he didn't get to fight somebody. It had been seventy YEARS. The dumbass in Steve was itching for a bad decision.

"Yes, but what fun would that have been for me?" You say slyly, lightly punching him on the shoulder as you both sit back down at your seats. Steve orders another round, shaking his head and laughing, if Bucky could see the two of you he'd be racking his brain as to how the two of you always caused so much trouble when you were together. The pure mention of you two being left alone together made Bucky's dumbass alarm go off.

"This round's on the house, enjoy your double ma'am." The bartender slid your drinks towards you.

"Miss!" You half yelled as she walked away, "Miss! I only ordered a single."

"Oh I know, the first one's for hitting the dude, the second shot's because you looked so good doing it." She batted her dark eyelashes after she spoke, a deep blush creeping into your cheeks.

"W-well thank you." You squeaked out, men complimenting you was boring, but when a also pretty women compliments you, it hits differently.

"You cold?" Steve glanced over, noticing your slight shiver.

"Only a little." You were always cold, constantly, which is probably why Steve looked at you so indignantly. He shook of his leather jacket, draping it gently along your shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yes, thanks." The two of you continued to talk until eight, both of you knowing it was time to leave before you ran into more crazies. The walk home was quiet, you walked along the streets, in awe of how much New York has changed, it still felt the same, but everywhere you looked were tall glass buildings, skyscrapers that went beyond the clouds, and cars that appeared to be straight out of a sci-fy movie.

Once you were back home you plopped onto the couch.

"Steeeeve, please?" You held your foot up revealing the four inch heeled boots you'd been wearing the whole night, begging for Steve to take them off.

"Is this all I am to you? A glorified shoe remover?" He said as he crouched down and unzipped your left boot.

"No, you're also my jacket provider." You giggled as you wrapped the oversized leather jacket over your entire torso.

"You know I'll get it back." Steve was thankful you hadn't been too affected by the ice. You were still the fun, carefree, badass you'd always been and continued to lift his spirits with little moments like this. He couldn't help but smile looking at you wrap your arms protectively around his jacket, further burrowing yourself into the couch.

"Never!" You yelled as you covered yourself with a pillow, giggling as he attempted to get it from you. You and Steve moved quickly, wiggling free from the others grasp over and over again, each of you attempting to keep the jacket. You flipped behind the couch, landing lightly on your feet.

"Try as you may, we both know who's quicker on their feet, Stevie." You threw a blanket at his face and ran to your room, avoiding his blind grab.

"You really are a child, you know that!." Steve yelled out as he followed you to your room, quietly looking for a sign of where you hid.

You stifled a laugh from behind the door, watching him stalk about your room, quickly turning corners and checking under the bed.

"Oh no, I guess you're nowhere to be found. Guess I'l just have to wait in the living room for your- SURRENDER!" He screamed as he aggressively opened the door you'd had hidden behind.

"Gotcha." He lifted you up over his shoulder and ran to the living room, ducking under the doorframe as he went from room to room. He threw you on the couch, already bent over in laughter as you looked up shocked at him, you forgot he was actually strong underneath that dorky demeanor.

"Wow, those german steroids really did work, huh?" Another smile, and a head shake from Steve before he plopped down next to you on the couch.

"I thought me throwing a car at the Polish Hydra base would've made that obvious." He quipped back.

"Nah, that car barely weighed anything. It was a very light car, doesn't count."

"A light car? you're kidding right, you did hear the words that came out of your mouth?" More laughter erupted as the two of you talked and joked, a sense of ease overcoming the room. You were happy you had Steve to help you with all this. The being frozen in one time and thawed out in another, it was a lot, but having Steve with you made it less lonely.

"Yeah yeah okay Steven." You yawned, glancing at the time. "Steve! We almost forgot about our movie!" You jumped up for the remote, turning it on with a surprising quickness as you browsed the Netflix for a movie. "AGH! There's too many, you pick, I'm gonna get out of these clothes." You tossed him the remote and turned towards your room, suddenly remembering what you'd found at target earlier that day.

"Oh, and I've got a surprise for you, you're gonna LOVE it." You suppress a laugh, trying not to make it obvious about what you'd found.

Steve eyed you curiously, knowing you were up to something, and he was definitely NOT going to love it. You pranced away before he could say anything.

You ripped the clothes out of your bag, laughing to yourself as you pulled out the tank top and shorts, looking them over with pure glee as you thought about Steve's reaction. It was a blue tank top with a shield on the front reading 'My shield is no match for your heart' a weirdly accurate image of Steve and his shield, and grey shorts with red, white, and blue stars. You threw them on, and pulled up the matching knee high socks covered in the shield and stars. You walked through the long hallway.

"I found a movie, Austin Powers? It might be informational about the 60's, and the 90's. Looks good, don't know how much it will really-" Steve's words were forgotten as you strutted into the living room. You had to be kidding.

"What the hell is that?!" He asked, half annoyed, half flattered. You looked good, and were covered in, well, him. That doesn't sound right, but he knew what he meant.

"Oh, this? I'm embracing my country with open arms Stevie, get with the program!" You laughed as you sat down next to THE Captain America.

"He's a living legend, you know. Captain America, the heart and soul of this country. What every American should aspire to be. He saved us from the Nazi's and Hydra single handedly, never resting until he knew we were safe." You clutched your heart dramatically, fake fainting into his lap as you spoke.

"What would this country ever do without him?!" You tossed theatrically, clutching your imaginary pearls, trying to keep a straight face.

Steve didn't know whether to laugh, or fake throw up. He had been the talk of the town since he unfroze, thankfully SHIELD didn't give out your address, or you'd be swarmed with reporters just like they were every morning. Everything was Captain America now, cups, dog collars, car stickers. There wasn't a single thing he could think of that they hadn't added his face too. NOw they had this, Steve wouldn't be surprised if they Captain America themed lingerie.

"Haha, very funny (Y/N)." He looked down at your smiling face, thanking God he had somebody from the past.

"I know right?" You turned towards the TV, being too comfortable to actually change positions now. "What did you decide on again?" You said, yawning halfway throughout your question.

"Austin Powers. Let's see if you actually stay awake for this one." Steve chuckled, remembering how easily you fell asleep when the two of you watched movies.

Steve pressed play and started the movie. It was very confusing. He was sure the bad guy and the good guy were the same person, but somehow nobody said anything? And why was freezing and coming back apart of this movie? Did it just come out? Was this because of the two of you? The time changed too, and were they in London, was that really what London was like in the 60's? By the time Steve got any answers you were softly snoring in his lap, hands on top of the other under your head. He watched your chest rise and fall, admiring how peaceful you looked as you slept. He curled your hair behind your ear, eyes lighting up as you smiled in your sleep. Steve spent the rest of the movie half watching you, barely understanding the movie even though you would definitely be asking about it tomorrow morning. He couldn't help but think how tiring this must be for you. You had always been the caretaker, even out on mission you were constantly tending to the team, emotionally and physically. Some wounds never healed, but you always did your best, and the guys loved you like family for it. Steve knew this was no different, even if you hadn't been frozen, life after the war, losing Bucky, life would've taken a toll on you eventually, and though you were skilled in having others open up, talking about your emotions was not your strong suit. He knew this was weighing on you, having to adjust to such a different world. You were burying yourself in learning the new ways of the world and helping Steve adjust, that you never took time to grieve your old life.

Steve turned the tv off, he wasn't really paying any attention to it anyways. He wrapped an arm around your legs and your neck, carrying you down the dark hall to your room. Smiling softly as you curled up into him, barely protesting the sudden change of position. He pushes your already open door wide enough for him to slip through. He bent down slightly, pulling your perfectly made sheets down low enough to slip you into them. He tucked you into bed, making sure you had an extra pillow for your arm, and made you comfortable. Steve turned to leave, but was quickly stopped by a sudden pressure on his arm. He was alarmed at first, but as he looked down, he saw your small hand on his forearm. He turned back, finding you groggy, but awake.

"Don't go, please." You pleaded, half awake you was braver than fully awake you. "I- The nightmares, I don't wanna deal with 'em tonight." You were always so happy during the day, so it pissed you off that at night you were kept up with terrifying nightmares, PTSD from the war, Bucky dying right in front of your eyes, freezing and being woken up seventy years later. You dreams were always a horrid mix of all the trauma you've endured, recently at least.

Steve couldn't say no to you, who knows the next time you'd actually ask for help. He placed his hand on top of yours, trying not to make it weird by overreacting. With his eyes crinkling at the corners, he motioned for you to scoot over. He pulled the covers back once again, sliding himself into bed next to you. To Steve's surprise you curled up right next to him, head on his chest and hand over his stomach, and began snoring almost immediately after he laid down. He closed his eyes, slowly drifting of to sleep too, he couldn't quite name the emotion he was feeling, but it sure was lovely.

Steve didn't wake until you started shaking. You were jerking in your sleep, body and head twitching in opposite sides as you mumbled various words to low for Steve to make out. He watched as your entire body tensed, convulsing as you attempted to fight an imaginary enemy, arms reeling. You're expressions bordering on being in pain, Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He dodged a couple of rouge punches and a very concerning headbut, but eventually he had entangled himself enough in you that you weren't able to fight him. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

"Shhh (Y/N), you're safe. You're okay. Nothing's gonna happen to you while I'm around I promise." He repeated himself a number of times, trying to console your sleeping mind as best he could. He knew how to help, he knew what to say, he knew you wouldn't remember his help unless you woke up. You had them more often than you realized and Steve was always there for each and every one.

"Everything's okay (Y/N), you're safe, it's just us, I promise." Love exuded out of every word he said, you were his lifeline, and he was going to make damn well sure you'd be okay.

You woke up in the middle of your nightmare. Mind still racing from the horrific scene you'd dreamt, bombs, screams, explosions, the team crying for help, you fought like hell trying to save them, but failed every time. You could still hear the sounds, even wake you could hear them in the background as you fought an already defeated enemy. You froze, feeling strong arms around you, you tried to fight, you tried to free your arms, use your feet, anything you could think of until you heard his voice.

Steve.

"S-Steve?" Your voice was barely a whisper, low and frightened, you were sure Steve wouldn't even hear it.

"Yes (Y/N), I'm here, it's okay, you're okay." He squeezed you harder, giving your paranoid mind a rest as you buried your head into his shoulder. You cried, practically soaking his shirt with your terrified sobs. The dreams were always so real, and never the same. You never knew if it was going to be torture, or Bucky screaming that he never loved you. Regardless, they were always terrible and never came with a happy ending. You were relieved to have Steve there, he was warm, which is always a plus, and comforting. The two of you laid there until you ran out of tears.

"S-sorry." You wiped your nose, sniffling as you apologized for being so emotional. You tried so hard to keep everything to yourself, that when it slipped a little, everything comes tumbling down all at once.

"Nothing to be sorry for, just won't be wearing this shirt for the rest of the night." You felt Steve chest shake as he chuckled, warming you up from the inside out. You moved off of him so he could change, but he ended up just taking the shirt off and laying back down.

"You should be thanking me for not keeping that in your bed much longer." He teased. "Pretty sure I heard it dripping." You wiped the remaining tears away, grinning as his stupid words created a small amount of joy in your heart.

"Shut up." Was all you could manage to say. Thinking ill thoughts about Steve was difficult in general, but with his arms wrapped around you, holding you while you cried, playing with your hair, it seemed damn near impossible.

// I’m having so much fun with this concept and have so many ideas on where to take this, you’re gonna love it! Shoutout again to @lunathepettuna for being an awesome human being and inspiring me to write this, love you!!

Let me know what you guys think, what you’d like to see, and some crazy vocab words and I’ll write accordingly, thanks for the read, and may Odin bless you in all your endeavors! //

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eene-fangirl · 5 years

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Titanic: Never Let Me Ed Chapter 9

NOTE: 107 years ago Titanic struck an iceberg on this very night. Take a moment to pray for all the lost lives from that night. Here is @nintendogal55 and I’s most recent chapter of our Ed, Edd n Eddy crossover of the Titanic. Enjoy!

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As the steam roared throughout the engine room nobody was able to hear the passionate intense screams of delight.

Collapsing into a heap of sweat, Edd’s hand grasped the glass of the small window on the carriage, leaving behind a print. Eddy’s head lied against Edd’s beating chest listing to his glorious heartbeat. That was the greatest noise he could ever listen to. Then he picked his head up to meet Edd’s swimming emerald green eyes. They were so beautiful. Kissing, the lover's tongues mixed together in pleasurable delight, exploring every frontier.

The accommodations of the carriage didn’t give them enough space for cuddling nor being able to relax. Still, the lovers were content. They only needed each other and nothing more.

Eddy kissed his cheek. “To think we only met a couple of days ago.”

Edd chuckled, holding his lovers sweaty back. “Perhaps we did take things a little fast.”

Taking another moment to stare into each other's eyes, Eddy placed his head back down against Edd’s heart. Edd cuddled him, smoothing his blue hair.

That was the most glorious moment of Edd’s life. He never felt so content. That time with that other young man never went beyond touching. It was going to if Edd gave him permission to take things further. And if his parents hadn’t returned home.

But that was all in the past. Edd was more than happy to cuddle with Eddy, someone who actually cared about his own person knowing there was more. Edd never felt so good about himself until now. There were times he felt immense self hate about himself that he felt he did not belong to the world.

This was against society entirely being romantically involved with someone of his own gender. Who knew that he would ever disregard his parents and run away with a man!

Love was love.

“Say sockhead?” Eddy asked, whispering into his ear. The sensual tone of Eddy’s voice just sent chills up Edd’s spine.

“Yes?” A content Edd asked enjoying the embrace against soft flesh.

“What say we go up top? It’s a volcano in here!”

As much as Edd didn’t want to ruin the moment Eddy did have a point. It was so hot that sweat was dripping off his body in the heat. It was a boiler room after all.

When was the next time they’d share a romantic moment like this together? If this was going to go on the entire journey then they were going to have to avoid being seen at all costs. That may mean they’d have to stay inside the ship. Or in Eddy’s room. Anything to avoid the risk of being caught by his parents, or the officers on the ship. Even worse, Victoria.

It surprised Edd how little he cared about his ruthless actions. Then again, his parents never offered him a life he wanted. Or even a life. As Eddy put it he was going to suffer further if he did go through with marrying Victoria. It was sheer luck that Eddy was there to talk him out from jumping to his death.

Once they were dressed, Eddy was first to step out of the carriage. Edd didn’t even bother to make his tie. It was warm enough as it was.

Right when he was going to step out, Eddy’s hand appeared in his view. He was offering to help him down the one little step. All this generous camaraderie was a little overwhelming to Edd having been alone and the iron chains that trapped him.

“Eddy, I may have said this to you already so excuse me for reiterating, but you have a bigger heart then you let on.”

Eddy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he pushed through the doorway hoping it was the right direction to take them in. At least it was lighter than the dim storage area of the ship.

“Finally! Never liked the dark much,” Eddy commented. His face instantly brightened.

“Is that so?” A surprised Edd asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah...” Eddy answered dipping his head in embarrassment.

“Eddy, you don’t have to be ashamed. I don't think any less of you,” Edd assured giving his love’s hand a tight squeeze. It was then that both of them realized they were still holding hands despite being so sweaty.

They were in the midst of climbing a set of stairs when a door appeared in front of them. Luckily the door lead outside to the bow of the ship. Taking in a needed breath of fresh air, the men immediately cooled off. It was much chillier than expected that night.

The couple felt light on the feet. They were a couple of rebels for sure. Dancing and laughing about in the excitement Edd and Eddy twirled around in circles like a similar fashion from last night at that party in third class. They were just like kids.

A few third-class passengers were out on the deck, mingling around They weren’t paying much attention to Edd and Eddy. It was pretty late, however. It must have been close to midnight. Most of the ship must have retired to bed for the night.

Joining together, Edd and Eddy hugged tightly, briefly kissing.

To think they’d just met two days ago. So much happened in such a short amount of time. It was almost too good to be true. Edd was so afraid that he was going to wake up in bed next to Victoria smelling her strong perfume.

Edd took in Eddy’s glorious scent even though he was still sweaty. “I’m getting off with you and Ed once the ship docks,” Edd stated matter-of-factly into Eddy’s ear.

Eddy giggled in pleasure, parting from the hug to look into Edd’s hypnotizing green eyes. “You’re crazy, ya know that?”

“Not as crazy as you,” Edd teased poking him in the nose.

The couple walked over to the edge of the railing looking out at the ship swimming through the calm Atlantic Ocean. It was a moonless night. A ray of stars covered the night sky. You could hardly see anything for miles.

“Not to be a bearer of bad news, sockhead,” Eddy spoke after a moment of silence. “Ed and I have no clue where we’re goin’ next. For all I know we could be sleepin’ under bridges.”

Edd smiled. “Eddy, are you forgetting?” He patted the coat pocket indicating the money he stole from the safe.

“Yeah, that’s a start. But what do we do after? My dad said to always have a plan in life. ‘Cept I’ve never had a plan,” Eddy stated the irony with a laugh.

“We’re pretty good at the unexpected,” Edd commented. “You and Ed could continue on with your art and I could get myself employed. There are some schools that have assistant teaching positions.”

Eddy stared at him, not sure what to think. Though he was more than thankful to have Edd’s trust. “You’re really willing to give up all that you have just for a nobody like me?”

Edd’s heart cracked, frowning. “Eddy, how could you think that about yourself?”

“Well, I got nothin’! My bro pretty much took everything I had-” Eddy stopped himself short, his heart starting to race. That’s not what he wanted to remember right now.

“Your brother?” Edd questioned curiously.

“Yeah... uh, wasn’t the greatest guy. Abused me in ways I can’t even begin to describe!”

“Oh, Eddy! I’m sorry, I didn’t know!” Edd covered a hand over his mouth, regretful of even asking.

“Course you didn’t, I never told ya!” Eddy said trying to make it sound as if it weren’t a big deal. It wasn’t working. Shaking his head, he at least had to tell Edd.

“Well, my parents had my brother before even getting married. Somehow managed to survive on their own with of their parents kickin’ ‘em out. Ma, she always had this heart condition. Hard to believe seein’ how she was the nicest person ever. Dad thought it would be best to move to England thinking it was less busy there. That was the biggest mistake he ever made.”

Edd pet his hand in comfort, encouraging him to go on. “Long story short Ma didn’t get better, dad was killed in some kind of accident - so my bro said - then after three of the worst years with my brother... he drowned in an icy lake...”

Edd gulped. “Oh, Eddy... did you-”

“Before you ask he was trying to kill me!” Eddy defended. He took a deep breath before speaking again. It hurt him to talk to Edd that way. “Lucky for me. but bad on his part, he taught me defense skills and how to scam.”

“How old were you when all this happened?” Edd asked.

Eddy shrugged. “Fifteen.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

“No, don’t do that!” Eddy warned. “It happened! Least now everything has been goin’ my way! I just... don’t want you to think of me as a criminal.”

Edd stared at Eddy, his heart dropping. He felt sick to his stomach. “Eddy, I have something to confess to you.”

“Oh?”

No turning back now. He never told anybody about the incident. Not even... that young man. He wouldn’t have understood. He was careless.

“In my youth, when I was still attending school, I was constantly belittled. You see, all the kids thought it was funny to make me the target in this game dodgeball. And one day I absolutely had it. I built this machine that would have gotten my point across to them. Only it malfunctioned...” Edd’s voice trembled. “Each dodgeball shot out at such a fast pace that the impact either knocked someone unconscious or badly injured them! Including me...”

Slowly, Edd reached up. His eyes locked with Eddy’s immense blue eyes in an attempt to ask the man to forgive him. Closing his eyes Edd’s hand sat on the lining of his hat, struggling to remove it. He couldn’t bear to witness Eddy’s disappointed reaction. He was going to leave him, he knew it!

Edd felt a hand fall on his shoulder. “I know,” Eddy said to him.

“What do you mean?” Edd asked opening his eyes back open in shock.

“Your hat slipped off at one point,” Eddy state nonchalantly. He looked into his eyes with all the more love. No trace of hatred or disappointment. “You don’t have to show if you don’t want to.”

Edd smiled in pure gratitude, his heart calming down from how nervous he was. His stomach calmed, too. Oh, good.

“Anyway, Mother and Father were so disappointed in me that I was homeschooled, banned from inventing, and my parents were so disappointed that they only communicated with me through sticky notes! ... oh, it was so awful, Eddy! I am a monster! I can’t forgive myself for my cruel act!”

Edd began to cry from all the built-up frustration he held in for years of the unfair mistreatment. It was all his fault.

“Here,” Eddy held out a tissue for him.

“Thank you!” Edd wiped his eyes.

Then, once Edd had calmed down, Eddy placed a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, uh, what you did was bad but your parents shunning you like that, I should have come to help you escape a long time ago!”

“What? You mean you don’t think I’m a monster?” An astounded Edd asked, a tear crawling down his cheek.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” Eddy asked.

Edd shook his head. “No! You were only defending yourself.”

“And so were you.”

Each man felt an incredible weight lift off their shoulders. Their hearts were warm as they glimmered into one another's eyes. They kissed again, holding one another tenderly.

“Oh Eddy, I love you!” Edd announced, kissing him again.

Eddy raised his eyebrows. His insides squirmed. He never felt this way with anybody. Was that how love felt? The morning after that night with the man he only felt sad and angry. Never love.

Smiling, Eddy grasped Edd’s face. “I lo-”

Right then, as noise from above alerted the men. Someone in the crow nest was ringing the warning bell and shouting. What could have been the matter?

Edd looked out into the dark sea. He just barely made out the outline of an immense iceberg sitting in the dark. The ship was sailing in their direct path of the berg!

“Oh, Jeez!” Eddy announced his voice on edge.

Flinging his head from the iceberg to the bridge of the ship, Edd’s heart pounded. Were they even going to slow the ship down? He could see officers running around feverishly. Titanic was such a big ship. They were only still trying to get acquainted with the ship’s maintenance.

Ever so slowly, Edd and Eddy felt the ship turn under their feet. Titanic steered toward the right narrowly missing the berg. The mound of ice was so tall that it towered over the ship like a monster.

The ground shook. Clasping Eddy’s arm, the men just stared into one another’s questionable eyes. They could hear a faint scratching noise from under the water. Not a good sign.

Just as the ship passed the berg hit against the Titanic’s bridge crashing pieces of ice onto the boat deck.

“Look out!” Eddy cried shielding himself in front of Edd. The ice just narrowly missed them and a couple of other third-class passengers.

As soon as the iceberg was gone, Edd raced to the side of the ship looking far over the edge of the railing. The iceberg continued to pass dangerously close to the ship.

And then everything was back to silence as if nothing happened.

The ship stopped in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean after failing some ways.

“Holy cow, that was something!” Eddy commented shaking his head. He never thought he’d see anything like that. “D’you think we’re okay?” Eddy went on to ask a dumbfounded Edd.

Edd was silent, staring at the ocean. It looked much darker, less promising then from nights before. He felt the rumbling and even heard that unsettling scratching noise. Thomas Andrews said the Titanic would stay afloat no matter what if the watertight compartments closed in time. Edd just hoped the incident wouldn’t deter them from their schedule to New York.

“I hope we are, Eddy,” Edd finally answered. He tried to sound as positive as he could. “A quick inspection and everything should be underway shortly.”

Eddy glanced over the deck of the ship once more. The iceberg was too far away to be seen. Wow, Titanic struck an iceberg. And on its maiden voyage! Won’t that be something for the papers?

Feeling a cold sensation run down his back, Eddy let out an audible gasp trying to remove a chunk of ice from his shirt. Edd meanwhile was laughing.

“Ah, a smart guy, huh?”

“Only when you’re around, Eddy!”

“Come here, you’re goin’ overboard!”

“Don’t you dare!”

Eddy grabbed Edd around his waist and pretended as if he were going to throw him over the side of the ship.

“No, don’t! Release me!” Edd screeched in laughter. He did mean it, though. Before he could alert Eddy of his inability to swim Eddy stopped. Laughing more, the men realized that Eddy was still holding Edd in his arms. Bridal style.

“Hey, guys!” Ed called out.

Eddy immediately placed Edd back on his feet and acted casual. Ed and May were together, holding hands, with Lee and Marie Kanker close behind. They were keeping a close watch on Ed but then were distracted by the pieces of ice out on the deck.

“What happened?” May asked.

“The ship hit an iceberg!” Edd announced.

“Really? That’s what was shaking our bed?” Ed pointed out to May.

May blushed slightly. She even glanced towards her sister's direction. Luckily, they didn’t hear. “Uh, yeah...”

Eddy raised an eyebrow. “Ed, you sly dog!”

Edd giggled slightly. They weren’t one to talk either.

Soon other third-class passengers trickled out onto the deck to see what was going on. They started up a game where they kicked the ice around reminiscent of a soccer match. Ed and May joined in and Eddy did too.

“Come on, Double Dee! This is fun!” Eddy hollered to Edd who was standing at the side.

Edd was too distracted by the berg to join in on the fun. “Um... I’m not much of an athlete.”

“Says the guy who can invent, dance and run like lighting!”

Edd blushed, thankful for the kind remarks. He joined in for a little bit, kicking a piece of ice. It was fun. Passengers from the upper decks, mostly first class, were watching over them in amusement. The needed disruption seemed like just the event they needed to distract them from their boring continuous daily routines of pointing their noses in the air because of how rich they were.

Couldn’t they all just be one?

Then Edd’s whole body stiffened. The piece of ice was kicked in Edd’s direction, hitting his feet.

“What’s a matter?” Eddy asked placing a hand on Edd’s shoulder.

“Do you feel that?” Edd asked putting his hand out.

“Feel what?”

Hearing a familiar voice, Edd and Eddy turned around to catch Thomas Andrews, Captain Smith, and some other officers walking down onto the deck. Worry wreaked their eyes as they were flooded in discussion regarding the ship.

“I think this may be more serious than we thought, Eddy,” Edd stated.

“Ugh, please don’t take us back to England!” Eddy grumbled.

Edd took Eddy’s hand. “I don’t want to go back, Eddy.”

First glancing around to make sure nobody was looking at them, Eddy cuddled his hand closely. “I would never let anything happen to you, sockhead.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“I jump, you jump, remember?”

Edd wanted so badly to kiss Eddy right there on the deck in front of all the passengers. What would everyone say?

“Excuse me?” It was an officer. He was one of the officers present from a couple of nights ago when Edd nearly slipped off the ship. “Are you Eddward Vincent-Blake?”

Edd nodded, but he immediately regretted doing so.

“Your parents are looking for you,” he said to him in a stern tone, taking him by the arm.

The shackles weighed down Edd once more.

“He’s not going!” Eddy defended him.

“They would like a word with you, too,” The man said taking hold on his arm, too.

Without another word, the officer escorted them back to first class.

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Country Roads

Pairings: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Cussing and alcohol (I think that’s it?)

based off of this post

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The sigh you exhaled was one of content, not annoyance, as you looked up at the stars above you. Ever since you had moved out of the busy city and into the country you had appreciated the stars much more. Even though you didn’t live in a huge city, just a small one in Ohio, the country was a big change.

The flickering light on your back porch and the moths that were always on it didn’t bother you and neither did being able to hear the music from the inside of your cute next door neighbors house. At first, it bothered you, but after a while you had gotten used to it, and the fact that he had a spectacular taste in music helped his case.

The cushioned swing that came with the house was a perk since you used it so often it became your favorite spot in your house. Your house was small, homey, but small. Only two bedrooms and two bathrooms; a full bathroom on the second floor and a half bathroom on the main level of the house.

The swing creaked, moving back and forth, as you hummed along to the song you could hear, it being muffled since it was coming from the inside of your neighbors house. The song playing, Take Me Home (Country Roads) by John Denver, had become one of your favorite songs since you’ve moved into the country, and since you lived in West Virginia after all, you thought it would be appropriate to learn the lyrics.

You heard your neighbors creaky door swing open and slam against the wall of his house, and it startled you at first, but you regained your composure. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you didn’t mind, it gave you a chance to admire him. You always thought he was attractive.

He had tanned skin, no doubt from being outside in his pool with his friends all of the time, the tattoos littering his arms and chest, his plump lips that he always seemed to be licking, and his long fingers that held a cigarette between them. He was a work of art.

He exhaled the smoke, turned around to sit on the railing of his porch, and was surprised to see you sitting outside alone.

“Hey neighbor,” Calum smiled at you happily. You retuned the favor with a smile and a wave. “No beau tonight?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

Calum laughed and took another long drag of his cigarette. “Boyfriend. You’re usually out here with him. Not by yourself.”

“Oh, right. Him.” You frowned as you remembered the fight he put up when you broke up with him. He begged you, on his knees, to stay with him, to give him one more chance, but you were done. You had given him dozens of chances, but he never changed. “We broke up.”

Calum’s frown matched your own. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

You shrugged. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Calum extinguished his cigarette and put it in the ashtray that was on the small circular table on his porch. “Mind if I join ya?” He pointed to your swing and you shook your head. You wouldn’t mind some company. Especially his.

“Not at all.”

Calum plopped down beside you and exhaled a sigh. “Why’d y’all break up?”

“He was super controlling and wouldn’t let me do, like, anything. Always tried to tell me what I could and couldn’t wear and who I could and couldn’t hang out with.”

You shuddered at the memory of him.

“He was kind of a dick, too, so I was just done with it, ya know? I just didn’t want to be controlled by him any longer. And with the way he controlled me I kind of restented him and fell out of love with him.”

You felt bad when you broke up with him, since he moved from Ohio to West Virginia with you. Even though you assured him he didn’t have to, that the drive between the two of you was only 3 hours, he insisted and basically invited himself to live with you.

“Good for you. No girl should have to deal with a controlling boyfriend.” Calum smiled at you. “And he was kind of an asshole. He would always glare at me when I waved to you.”

“I think he was jealous.” You giggled. Calum tilted his head to the side not quite understanding why he would have been jealous of him. So you explained. “He overheard me talking to my sister about how I thought you were cute when I first moved in and he got super insecure. So I think that’s why he was a dick to you.”

Calum laughed along with you and nodded his head. He couldn’t deny that he thought you were cute as well, ever since he saw you moving in next door to him almost two years ago, he always thought you were attractive.

He jumped at the chance to help you move, and you were thankful for that, but your boyfriend shot him down, not wanting another man to help you move in. You apologized to Calum for your boyfriend’s behavior, but Calum just shrugged it off, he knew how guys could be when it came to their girlfriends. And it wasn’t your fault, so he didn’t hold it against you, but he would still wave to you and say hello, just to be polite.

“So, why are you out here? It’s fucking hot out.” Calum wiped the sweat off of his forehead and wiped it on the black shorts he was wearing, since he was missing a shirt, and the shorts were the only clothing he had on. You didn’t blame him, though, if it was socially acceptable for you to go outside without a shirt on, you would take full advantage of that.

And he was right; it was fucking hot outside. Even with the sun down it was still a good 80 degrees outside.

“My AC broke so it’s hotter inside than outside.” You grimaced at the thought of even going back inside. If you weren’t getting eaten up by mosquitos you probably wouldn have slept outside on that very swing. “And I would invite you inside to be polite, but in all honestly, I don’t want to go back in there.”

“Sounds brutal. C’mon,” Calum stood up and extended his hand for you to take. “You can come over to my place. The AC is kickin’.”

It didn’t take you more than a second to take his hand and pull yourself up, following behind him as you walked the 20 feet from his house to yours. The AC blasted in your face and you sighed happily at the coldness of it.

Calum’s set up wasn’t much different from yours; his kitchen was a little bit bigger with a bigger dining room table in the corner and 6 chairs instead of the 4 you had at yours.

Calum immediately turned the music down and apologized for the loudness, but you didn’t mind, and he sat down across from you at his dining room table.

The two of you made conversation, it flowing easily, and you were happy that you were finally getting to know your neighbor after living next to him for so long. Your boyfriend rarely ever let you talk to him and it angered you, but now you didn’t have to worry about him and it was a relief, like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

You frowned and Calum noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“I just feel bad that we’ve never really talked before, you know? We’ve been neighbors for so long and I didn’t even know your last name until now.”

Calum shrugged. “Not your fault. I’ll just blame it on your crazy boyfriend.” Calum smiled, lightening the mood, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “But hey, we’re talking now, so now we can finally be friends.”

Your smile widened. “You’re right.”

Calum mirrored your smile and got up to rummage through his fridge. You stealthily checked out his butt in the process and you weren’t disappointed. “Want something to drink?”

“Watcha got?”

“Beer, wine, water, and moonshine.”

“Ooh, what kinda moonshine?” Your ears perked up at the mention of it.

“Cinnamon Apple,” Calum lifted up the mason jar of moonshine and your face lit up as you nodded your head. That was your favorite kind. And his. He smirked and nodded his head in agreement. Good choice.”

You two drank out of the mason jar, not bothering to get two different cups, and talked and laughed and sang along to the music that was playing throughout Calum’s kitchen. It was mostly country, old and new, and for some reason, it made you nostalgic, it made you feel at home.

You had drank half of the jar of moonshine, and with it being made with Everclear, you were both tipsy and spilling secrets and embarrassing moments to each other. You gasped and shot up from the wooden chair, turning the dial up to blast the song that had started playing. “I love this song.”

It was Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton and it brought back so many memories.

“Let’s dance.” You held your hand out for Calum to take and he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Seriously?” He laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think so. I don’t really dance, Y/N.”

“Today you do,” you tugged on his hand and pouted your bottom lip. Calum rolled his eyes, not being able to resist your cute face, and stood up to dance with you. You cheered happily and wrapped your arms around his neck, his going to wrap around your waist. He was tall, sure, but you weren’t short, so your height difference was perfect.

You rested your head on Calum’s chest and felt his chest vibrate as he hummed along to the song. The two of you swayed back and forth with the music playing, not as loudly, since Calum turned it down a bit.

“This is my moms favorite song.” You informed him and he figured that’s why you loved it so much. “Where are you from, Calum?”

You knew he wasn’t from here since he had a foreign accent, even if he did pick up on some country lingo, you figured this wasn’t where he was born.

“Australia,”

You picked your head up and looked at him funny. “All the way from Australia? How the hell did you end up here?”

He shrugged with a laugh following shortly after. “My friends and I wanted a change and somehow, we ended up in the fuckin’ boondocks.” Calum laughed. “But we all love it, so we can’t complain.”

You giggled loudly, making Calum laugh, and you nodded your head. “Don’t you miss your family?”

“Most of the time. We go back home for holidays, so we see them quite often, so it’s not that bad.” You nodded your head in understanding. “Where’d you move here from?”

“Just Ohio. It’s only 3 hours away, so I see my family all of the time. They’re actually coming to visit in a few weeks, maybe you’ll get to meet them.”

“I think I would like that.” Calum grinned down at you which made you smile just as big. You went back to resting your head on his shoulder and sighed in content. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure.” You hummed against Calum’s bare chest where your head rested. Your eyes were shut and as you inhaled you could smell the mixture of sweat, cologne, and cigarettes on his body. And normally you would find that gross, but for some reason, with Calum, it was different.

“Ever since I saw you moving in next door, with your little Daisy Duke shorts on and your small yellow cropped top and your matching yellow Converse-“

Your eyes widened and you, once again, lifted your head off of his chest, and looked at him in disbelief. You couldn’t believe that he rembered the exact outfit you had on over two years ago. Calum’s cheeks were a bright shade of red, embarrassed at how well he remembered, and you were sure yours looked the same.

“I always thought you were gorgeous. I’ve always liked you. I’ve always wanted to talk to you, grow a pair of balls and ask you out... but you had a boyfriend, so I couldn’t. But now- now you’re single and I think I’m going to grow that pair of balls now.”

Your face was hot from the blush on your cheeks and you bit your lip as you nodded your head. “And...” you urged him to speak, not enjoying the suspense any longer.

“I think I’d like to take you out on a date, miss.” Calum talked in a fake country accent and your laugh was the loudest it’s ever been and you didn’t try to hid it. Calum laughed along with you just because he found your laugh so contagious.

Once your laughter died down, you nodded your head and mocked Calum’s tone, speaking in your best fake country accent. “I think I’d like that, mister.”

And in that moment, you felt more at home and more happy there, with Calum, than you ever did with your ex-boyfriend, and you knew that was the beginning of something wonderful.

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jinho-xo-blog · 6 years

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Unintentionally planned | Kino

Hello love!

Thank you @xoxobritbae for the request! and thank you for being so patient! Work has been kickin’ my a s s

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14. “Take it off”

College smut au!

genre: smut and fluff

words: 2.2k i am sorry lmao

WARNING: This contains sexy fun time, drinking and cursing, so, if you don't like that, please skip reading this! Thank you!

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You really weren’t the kind to go to parties. Especially college parties. There was more drama than you liked to surround yourself in; whether it was some girl stealing a boyfriend up to a bedroom or just some drunk frat guy fighting. You usually liked to stay away, not only for drama but for yourself. You have a problem when it comes to drinking. It gets you feeling good and you can’t stop. Not that you’re an alcoholic, but you rarely drink so you like to go hard. So, to keep yourself from making a mistake or an ass of yourself, you stayed away.

“Are you ready yet!” You friend shouted at the bottom of the stairs. She had convinced you to go to one party with her.

One. And that was it. For a whole semester.

You groaned and walked to the top of the stairway, arms folded. You didn’t wear anything too flash or too comfy; just something to where it would show all the right assets but not give too much away. She whined when she saw how you were dressed.

“Really?” She questioned, shaking her head. “You’re going to wear that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t do parties and maybe this will let people know that.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You do know Kino is going to be there, right?”

Your cheeks flushed red as you started to walk down the stairs. “So?” you spoke as you pushed past her to go grab your bag. She knew you had a thing for him ever since you met him in your math class this most recent semester. You figured he only saw you as a friend or someone to study with, nothing more.

“Aren’t you trying to impress him?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed past her to go outside. Your ride was here to take you both. You didn’t want to be tempted to drive so you asked if another friend could drive you both. When you got in the car and buckled up, immediately everyone started talking about the part and which guy they were going to try to hook up with. You let out a sigh and looked out the window.

“What about you, [y/n]?” a friend from the front seat asked, smiling. “Are you going to try to flirt with anyone?”

You got nudged in the side by your friend sitting next to you and she wagged her eyebrows at you playfully. “Probably no one.”

Your answer caused the whole car to erupt in a groan. They ignored your comment and continued to talk about the party. This was one reason why you didn’t want to go. It was all petty stuff and you did not want to be caught up in drama. You only listen to them as they continued. Your mind wandered to Kino. You were curious as to if he frequented parties. Your mind then wandered to the idea of him talking and hooking up with a girl and your mood was shot.

You did care about him and liked him a lot more than you though. You realized that when you felt a pang of jealousy hit you. You hated being the jealous type but, you couldn’t help it. Maybe you should have dressed nicer? That’s all you kept thinking. You were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were at the frat house. You reluctantly got out and walked to the front door with your friends.

The boy who greeted you was already drunk and immediately let you inside. When you walked in, you scrunched your nose up at the smell. It reeked of alcohol and sex. Mix with that, there was blaring music and people yelling. You gazed over to the couch where you saw a couple making out and to the stairs where you saw to drunk people walking up the stairs to a bedroom.

You began to push your way through the crowd and that’s when you saw him. Kino. He was leaning against a door frame and observing the part with a red solo cup in his hand. You kept staring at him as you made your way through the crowd. When he looked over at you, he locked eyes with you and smiled. You felt a wave of nervousness and butterflies hit you. You panicked and decided to head towards the kitchen for some alcohol. You knew you didn’t need to be drunk to talk to him but, in this setting, you felt you needed an extra confidence boost.

You began to pour yourself a punch that reeked of hard liquor when you heard a sudden voice behind you, causing you to drop the ladle back into the punch bowl.

“You don’t strike me as the kinda girl to frequent parties, [y/n].”

It was Kino.

You turned and looked at him and noticed he was smiling. His smile was so captivating. You shook your head and took a sip of your drink. Your face scrunched up over how strong the drink was but downed it anyway. Kino laughed at your reaction and you felt a blush creep on your cheeks.

“No, no I don’t do parties”

“Why not? They’re fun!” Kino smiled and refilled his drink.

“Too much drama for my taste, really”

He leaned his back against the table and looked over at you. He nodded his head in agreement and took a sip. You copied his actions and crossed a leg, taking another sip of your drink. “I could ask you the same thing, Kino”

He stared at the crowd for a while before turning his attention back to you. He had a sly smile on his face. He leaned in closer to you and you felt his breath on your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and erupted butterflies in your stomach.

“I was told you’d be here.”

You nearly choked on your drink when he said that to you. He laughed and sat back, proud of his statement and your reaction. You stared at him, only to find yourself slowly smile at him. For a good two hours, you both stayed in the same spot and talked. You both would refill your drink and continue people watching. You were having a great time and the more you drank made it even better.

By the two-hour mark, you both were completely drunk; laughing and giggling at literally everything. Your words were slurred but you didn’t care, you felt good and had Kino’s full attention. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, laughing at everything you said.

“You know, [y/n]” he started, leaning in close. You couldn’t tell if it was because he wanted to be that close or he was too drunk to stand properly. “You look pretty good tonight.”

You looked at him and laughed. “In this?! I wore this dowdy-ass outfit to get people to realize I don’t like parties!”

He laughed hard at your comment before he stopped and stared at you. He looked you up and down, which caused you to blush. You averted your eyes from him which caused him to get extremely close to you. You felt his arms slip around your waist and pull your body into his.

“If I ask you to take it off, would you?” he questioned, whispering in your ear.

You had no idea what compelled you but, you found yourself suddenly dragging Kino through the crowd to the stairs. You hoped there would be a room available for you. You only had the alcohol to thank for being this confident. When you got upstairs, you found all the rooms to be occupied. You weren’t really surprised, just a little disappointed and horny. Before you could say anything, you were being shoved into the bathroom.

Kino immediately shut the door and shoved you up against it. His lips found your instantly. His hand reached down and locked the door for privacy. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss. This kiss was full of lust and desire. You had no idea you wanted him this badly but you did. Kino’s lips traveled down your jawline and to your neck; he altered between butterfly kisses and leaving hickeys. He was claiming you.

You moaned out in pleasure and felt your body thrust up against his, which only caused him to be more aggressive. Quickly, he took your shirt off and his lips found yours again. he fumbled with the buttons on your jeans before he pulled them down. You quickly stepped out of them and raised an eyebrow at him.

“If I ask you to take it off, would you?” you asked him, teasingly.

He let out a quick chuckle before he cocked his head back slightly. He threw his jacket off before tossing it behind him. He took his shirt off in suite and you stared at him. This was the first time you ever saw him half naked and you were in awe. He took advantage of that and shoved you back against the door. He placed his arm roughly next to your head and leaned in closely.

“Let’s skip the foreplay and get right into it.” He licked his lips before he spun you around and shoved you face first against the door.

You felt your body get taken over with lust and desire as he grabbed your hips and pulled them out from the door. He leaned over your body as he fumbled with taking his jeans off. You quickly pulled your panties down and began rubbing your clit. You were so wet and you could only blame him for that. Within seconds of doing that, you felt his hard shaft at your entrance. You bit your lip, in anticipation before you heard him speak again.

“Beg for it, babe,” Kino smirked. “I want you to beg for it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you whined, just ready and needy for him now “I want you to fuck me so hard, please!”

Satisfied with your plea, he shoved his cock in hard, making you slam into the door. He pounded into you as hard as he could, not giving any room for going easy. Your body continuously slammed against the door, which only egged Kino to go harder. Your moans filled the small bathroom and you felt the room get hotter. You heard him grunt the harder he pounded into you. His nails dug into your hips and it drove you crazy.

This wasn’t what you planned to happen for tonight, but you loved every second of it; you loved the way he felt inside of you and the way his skin felt on yours. Bored with this position, Kino turned you around and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt your feet get lifted off the ground and he began carrying you to the counter. Once he placed you on it, he grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the sink. You leaned back on your elbows and whimpered. You missed the way his cock felt inside of you.

Wasting no time, his cock was back inside you. You threw your head back in pure bliss and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Kino, yes!”

He smirked. “You like that?”

As he thrusted harder into you, you looked at him and reached out to his neck. Your hand grabbed him and pulled him closer. He gave you a chaste kiss before resting his forehead on yours. Your moans and cries only lead him to go harder. You felt your body getting jerked around but the feeling inside you felt amazing. You both were extremely sweaty but, that only added to the atmosphere. His words and moans began to get shaky and that was a good indicator that he was close.

“I-I’m gonna cum soon” He spoke, out of breath.

You were too caught up in the moment to answer him properly. You were close yourself so you only wanted him to go faster and harder. “Please, more, I’m – I’m gonna – “

You couldn’t get out your last sentence before you both climaxed in unison. You grabbed on to him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. He gave a few more pumps before he pulled out, exhausted. You leaned your head back lazily and began to pant. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the sink counter. Kino placed a soft kiss on your chest which brought you to look at him.

He wore a soft smile that melted your heart. At this point, you both were on the ride to being sober. You smiled at him and brushed some of his hair out of his face. He chuckled and stared into your eyes.

“You know,” he started. “This wasn’t exactly how I planned to let you know I liked you.”

His words caught you off guard. You stared at him in shock and felt your cheeks heat up. You felt your body tingle with excitement and pure bliss. He smiled and let out a soft laugh. He walked over to where his jacket was lying on the floor and picked it up. He gently wrapped it around you and rested his forehead on yours.

“Let’s get dressed and ditch this party,” He spoke quietly. “I want to do things right with you.”

His words were sincere and you felt yourself become overjoyed. This wasn’t a one-sided crush, he felt the same way too. After you both got dressed, he extended his hand to you. You gladly accepted and you both made your way downstairs.

This wasn’t what you planned, but you were sure as hell happy about it.

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headoverhiddles · 6 years

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Shot Of Glory [Richie x Eddie]

The Losers head out to Wyoming in Bill's dad's station wagon for a country festival graduation trip from high school. The crush that Richie's had on Eddie since they were kids is virtually impossible to keep inside anymore, but telling him terrifies Richie to no end- another shot of whiskey might help his courage.

Warnings: Underage drinking. Fluff! Based on the song Shot of Glory by The Washboard Union. Available on ao3 here.

None of the Losers expected they would be spending their meticulously planned summer grad trip on the road to a country music festival. Except for Ben and Bev and Mike, who all kind of enjoyed the genre. Eddie had been the tipping vote as to whether or not they'd be spending their grad trip in Wyoming or Universal Studios (or Vegas as Richie had pitched, except what the fuck were a bunch of 17 year olds going to do in Las Vegas?). The only reason Eddie voted for the country festival was that he remembered how many germs were on everything in a park like Universal Studios, and completely squicked out at the idea of touching all those safety bars, which he would inevitably be clinging onto for dear life. They only really had enough money put together for the hotel only in Orlando anyway.

Yeah the boys round here,

Drinkin' that ice cold beer, talkin' bout girls, talkin' bout trucks, running them red dirt roads out kickin' up dust-

"Will someone put some other shit on?" Richie called from the backseat of Bill's dad's old station wagon, "We'll have to suffer through this at the festival, no point in torturing our ears with it now!"

"Some people like this music," Mike said from the shotgun seat, turning it up, and Richie rolled his eyes, bending his knees and putting his feet up on the back of the driver's side seat.

"Where are we now Ben, Buttfuck Nowhere? You're the geography expert, aren't you?"

"History," Ben reminded for the millionth time over the past five years he had known Richie.

"Same shit, yada yada. Just tell me where you can get some decent cigarettes and a pie I can throw in Eddie's face for voting us out here instead of checking out the new Incredible Hulk ride at-"

"Beep beep Richie," Bill said, gripping the steering wheel, "And get your f-f-feet off the seat, my dad's gonna k-kill me."

"Yeah, that's so gross, so fucking unsanitary," Eddie muttered from beside him, and Richie made a face at him.

"I'm actually with Richie," Bev said slowly, "It would be nice to stop for a while, and I could use a cigarette myself."

"We'll f-find a place to pull off," Bill said, "Anyone got a m-map?"

"Yeah, it's up Eddie's mom's ass," Richie joked, and Eddie hit him, prompting Bev to sigh beside them.

"I'm hungry," Stan commented.

"Don't you have, like, a bajillion granola bars packed away in there?" Eddie asked.

"No, it was either those or the birdfeed, and how am I supposed to birdwatch without anything to attract birdfeed?"

"Well, you could just... not bird watch like a nerd?" Richie shrugged.

"Oh, well you could always take your suggestions, Richie, and jam them up your-"

"Would you l-l-losers shut up?!" Bill blurted, "Jesus Christ, we've b-been out on the road for not even a day and you two are about to k-kill each other!"

"I think we all need some air," Ben commented.

They pulled over at the next gas station they saw, and everyone pretty much ran to the bathroom.

"Hey Bev," Richie murmured as they headed into the station, "Wanna hijack the car and run off to Maui?"

"Maui?" she smirked, "I thought you wanted to go to Vegas."

"Anything's better than this flat, barren desert of nothing."

"We'll be at the festival soon." She nudged him. "Come on Tozier- do it for Eddie." She smiled at him, and Richie sucked in a breath. Do it for Eddie.

Bev, Bill and Mike were the only ones who knew about his crush on Eddie. Beverly totally had his back without being pushy about it- the other Losers were stupidly oblivious, but it was okay with Richie if his secret was kept under wraps for as long as possible.

But yeah. He could do it for Eds.

"Hi," Beverly smiled at the gas station attendant. The guy stopped chewing on his gum and looked her up and down.

"Well hey there, pretty little lady. What can I get ya?"

"Pack of Marlboro Reds and a pack of menthols."

"Hoooee!" the guy chuckled, "You're a chimney, through and through, eh?!"

"They're for her mother," Richie supplied helpfully, and Beverly blinked innocently, "She's too sick to get out of bed."

"Heaven knows why," the guy snorted, and rang them through. "Sorry for the formality, but I'm gonna need to get your ID."

"Oh, sure..." She reached for her back pocket, and threw her hands up. "Shoot, must've left it in the car. Gimme a second?"

"Alrighty."

Richie shook his head as Bev jogged out. "She's so forgetful. She's forget her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders! Hey, while you're waiting, can you grab me another one of those I Heart Wyoming hats from the back? I'm just in love with them."

The guy shrugged, and went off to the back. As Beverly had taught him, Richie quickly stuffed the two packs in his pockets and took off... not before nabbing the display hat off the shelf. He made it to the car, tossed the Marlboros to Beverly and kept the menthols for himself.

"Go," Bev said, kissing Ben on the cheek, and Bill started the car as the guy came back.

"Hey! Hey, y'all wait!"

"You're so stupid, Richie," Stan muttered as they sped off, crossing his arms.

"I think I'm a master thief," Richie said in his British accent, and Eddie smiled a little to himself as Richie plopped the I Heart Wyoming hat on his head backward.

"For you, Spaghetti Man. Red just isn't my colour."

Eddie looked away, and when no one was looking, switched the hat around so that it was facing forward.

"Okay okay, uh... would you rather turn into Shrek every time someone said your name, or have Pee Wee Herman narrate your life?" Richie asked, and Ben burst out laughing.

"They're both so bad."

"Yeah, honestly who would pick either?" Stan asked, and Richie shrugged.

"You've gotta pick one."

"Shrek," Mike weighed in, "Definitely Shrek."

"Not P-pee Wee?" Bill smirked.

"I'd straight up murder that guy."

"If you turned into Shrek all the time, I'd break up with you," Stan pursed his lips.

"Stan, I didn't know you were so materially inclined," Bev acted shocked.

"Yeah, I'm hurt babe," Mike put a hand over his heart, and Stan shook his head.

"I am not dating an ogre."

"Wouldn't be so bad," Richie said, "You could scare people away... Eds, what would you do?"

"I'd like to have you narrating my life," Eddie huffed, "Your mouth already runs a mile a minute, might as well use it to document something useful."

"I would be honored, sir," Richie grinned, and Eddie blushed, looking away. Richie swallowed. Was he trying too hard? Fuck, he was probably giving himself away... He ran a hand through his hair, hoping his anxiety wouldn't get the better of him. Ben looked at him inquisitively, but Richie didn't quite feel like talking anymore.

The next day, after shelling out half of their crumpled up bills they had all saved for the past two years and dumping their stuff at a creepy motel that smelled like bad yogurt and moth balls, they were almost at the festival grounds. Country music was blaring through their speakers, and Bev sang along with Mike, Ben, and a shy Eddie. Even Bill found himself humming along to the tunes, and Richie and Stan discovered they were joined by their mutual hatred of this genre of music.

Soon, the first night of the festival arrived. Favourites of the group like Dierks Bentley, Luke Bryan, Chris Young, and the Zac Brown Band graced the stage, and Richie found that he was enjoying himself a little more now that he wasn't cramped up in the car and could channel his energy into something else.

Currently, the Zac Brown Band was performing a popular song of theirs, "Sweet Annie." Mike and Stan were sitting with each other on a couple of chairs to the side of the bar, giggling about something, and Ben and Beverly were out on the floor, slow dancing. Ben was singing to Bev softly, and though he didn't have the best voice ever, Beverly found everything her boyfriend did to be incredibly sweet and romantic. Her head rested on Ben's shoulder as they rocked together to the music, and she looked over to see Bill dancing with some girl he had found with blonde hair and cowboy boots. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Eddie drinking from a bottle of water, with Richie staring at him, enthralled Nd tapping his knee, a few paces away. Every time one would look at the other, the other would look away.

Beverly sighed.

That night at the motel, everyone paired up for beds. Mike and Stan, Ben and Bev, and that left... Bill, Eddie, and Richie.

"I can take the couch..." Richie said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No no," Bill smirked, the tall brunette teen giving Richie a meaningful look, "Y-you two go ahead."

"You won't even be able to fit on the couch Bill, your legs are like mile-long stringbeans!" Richie protested, feeling his face heat up.

"N-no, it's fine. The couch is closer to the w-w-window. I like to, uh... see the stars." Bill kept on smirking.

"You sappy weirdo," Richie muttered, and Eddie headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. In the meantime, Richie settled under the covers, taking deep breaths in and out.

He could do this. Of course he could do this! He had grown up with Eddie, ever since they had met in friggin' kindergarten! A billion sleepovers had been spent sharing a sleeping bag with Eddie, Eddie sleeping on his lap, Eddie falling asleep on his shoulder during long car rides to baseball practice, anything and everything for years... so why was it so awkward now? He took off his glasses, placing them on the night table, and rubbed his eyes.

Richie felt his heart skip a beat as the door to the bathroom opened, the crack of light illuminating the dark motel room temporarily before the light was flicked off. Eddie felt his way to the bed-- it wasn't even that small a bed, they both had plenty of space-- and got in.

"Hey Eds," Richie whispered.

"Hey Rich," Eddie whispered back, then paused. "Don't call me that."

"Sorry, spaghetti man. You enjoying the festival?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty fun."

"Yeah..." Richie murmured. He didn't want to stop talking, because that would mean laying there beside each other in silence, wondering what the other person was thinking.

"Watchya thinkin' about, Eds?" Richie whispered. Eddie spent a long time thinking, so long that Richie thought he'd fallen asleep. Then he spoke up.

"How happy I am to be on this trip, Rich."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. It's nice to be away from home for a while... it's refreshing not to have someone watching me all day every day, seeing if I'm just gonna fall apart in front of their eyes." Another pause. "I'm not that fragile, you know?"

"Yeah," Richie offered, not able to think of anything else to say. His home life was the opposite of Eddie's and both boys knew it. Richie's parents didn't care about anything he did, sort of like Bill's, Ben's, and... well, pretty much any of them except for Eddie. But Richie's parents not only didn't care, but frequently made it clear how happy they'd be once he got his "freak little ass out of their house where he can go bother someone else." That's one thing Richie didn't keep from his friends... he didn't know where he'd be if he couldn't share that.

"Rich? You awake?"

"Yeah, Eds."

"S-s-shut up!" Bill called, "If you two don't m-mind, some of us want some sleep!"

"Yeah, keep it down Felix and Oscar," Mike joked. A few more seconds ticked by.

"I sure hope these sheets are cleaned really fucking well daily," Eddie whispered as quietly as he could to Richie, "I'm wearing my favourite red shorties."

Richie squeezed his eyes shut.

Fuck.

The next night of the festival was the perfect night. Starry sky, stage lit up by the moon, it was gorgeous. A couple of songs in, and Richie was getting the jitters all over again. Being this close to Eddie for such a long time was exhilarating, but for some reason, nerve wracking. He had known his friend their entire lives... what was his deal?

He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.

The Washboard Union took the stage, and began to play a few of their songs, before they started up a song called "Shot

Of Glory." Beverly's eyes lit up, and she dragged everyone to the floor except for Richie, who headed over to the bar. Shots? Good plan.

Praise be, Richie wasn't carded, as his hair fell into his eyes and he had aged fast with his high cheekbones and growth spurt after hitting 15, so he ordered a "beer" at first.

"What kind of beer?"

"A boilermaker."

"That's... not a beer."

"It's a drink, though. Pip pip, and tally ho good fellow!" he clapped. The guy just gave him the evil eye, but went to get the drink ready.

Boy shit, a boilermaker was not what Richie was expecting, and halfway through the song, he was well on his way to getting tanked. Looking over at his small little Eddie attempting to dance as gracefully as Beverly, Richie's heart ached, and he admired his best friend. He looked so good tonight, in those high socks, shorts, and pink shirt riding up the barely noticeable V of his hips and light snail trail... Eddie looked up, going red at the fact that Richie was watching him fail at dancing, and Richie's heart stopped as Eddie's brown eyes met his. The alcohol wasn't the only thing making him weak.

It's a Friday night, like any other, you walk in I stare and I stutter, every single time you look at me.

Richie wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and finished off the last of the boilermaker. Eddie looked so good... he needed to lie down... but also, he needed to dance. What was that word, dance? Hmm... thinking is a strange thing. Fuzzy, fuzzy, music sounds good, huh... why hadn't Eddie or any of those other losers introduced him to country music sooner? Eddie, Eddie, Eddie Spaghetti. He was beautiful, and silence was not something Richie was good at.

"Good sir! Beer me a whiskey," Richie slurred, trying not to sound like the inexperienced, lightweight of a 17 year old that he was. The bartender eyed him warily, but grabbed a bottle as Richie's fingers drummed nervously on the bar, leg jostling restlessly.

I need a fix of True Companion, Jimmy Beam, or Old Jack Daniels, something strong to stop these shaking knees.

"Eddie!" Richie called, walking out onto the dance floor.

Drinking up my courage, whiskey for my nerves

Eddie lifted his chin, and Richie's head spun.

Got me drunk on your short summer dress, powder room ballerina, I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back...

"Hi Richie. Enjoying your, um... whiskey, I think?"

"No," Richie made a face, spitting it out, and Eddie stifled a giggle, trying to hold him up.

"You're an idiot when you're drunk, you know that?"

"I think Stan would agree with you," Richie replied.

"I think everyone would agree with me," Eddie retorted, smiling, and Richie physically gasped.

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

"Dance with me, Eds," Richie blurted, and Eddie's eyes widened as Richie began to dip him. He soon fell into the groove of the song, and the world spun around them.

We start spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'

Stumbling away in a moment of sobriety, the taller teenager blushed hard and pushed up his glasses, looking around.

"Where's... uh, Bill?"

"I think he's still with that blonde cowgirl chick he was with earlier," Eddie mused, and turned to peer behind him. He noticed a blue pickup truck, and Bill and the girl making out inside of it. "Oh yup. Definitely is."

They stood there for a second, looking slightly out of place on the dance floor.

"How many of these "whiskeys" did you have?" Eddie asked.

"Oh... enough."

"Maybe you should get to bed-"

"Eddie Kaspbrack?" Richie stood up straight as best he could, and felt everything good swirl around him- the laughter, the lively music, the dancing, the smiles of his closest friends as they had the time of their lives. He felt the confidence surge through him. "You... y'know something?"

"What?"

"Eddie Kaspbrack, I've loved you since the day we met."

Eddie stopped, lips parting. Richie felt some part of his brain flashing off, telling him to retreat, back to the motel maybe, the grand canyon possibly on the other side of America to fling himself into, anywhere, just to run, but the other part kept him rooted there.

"Richie..." Eddie said softly, looking down. Richie braced himself for the rejection by closing his eyes, but he almost flipped his shit when he felt two smaller hands on the sides of his face, cupping it as soft lips met his. Sudden gasps resounded from their friends, and Richie opened his eyes to see a (blurry) Eddie grinning up at him.

"You're a dumbass and I love you too," he said, and Richie let out a cry of victory, pumping his fist up. This resulted in a huge group hug, with Richie probably kissing Eddie in the middle of it again, and the band played the last note of the song. Richie broke free, grabbed his glass of whiskey again and took a sip, then got on stage, taking the mic from them.

"I'd like to thank the Washboard Union and the State of Wyoming!" Richie called, raising his glass, and toppled off the stage with a crash.

"Fucking hell," Eddie muttered.

"Hey... is anyone gonna pay this kid's tab?" the bartender called out in irritation. Beverly looked over, and bit her lip, kissing Ben and whispering something to him. Then she approached the bar with a charming smile, and leaned against it.

"Hey there. Has anyone ever told you you look just like Clark Kent?"

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thelastspeecher · 7 years

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Stan-at-Home - Chapter 5: Responsibility; Recovery

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 AO3

It’s finally here! The next chapter of “Stan-at-Home”, my fic that takes place in an AU where Stan is a stay-at-home dad. And as I was writing this chapter, I decided that, even with these super-long chapters, I can’t tell the story I want to tell in just six of them. So as of right now, this fic will have seven chapters. We’ll see if I write too much and I increase it to eight. Anyways, in this chapter, Ford gets high, there are multiple surprise visits, and brain surgery has side effects. Enjoy.

“Ugh.” Ford groaned without realizing what he was groaning about. He was in a room, somewhere. His surroundings were blurry, so he didn’t have his glasses on.

And…I’m not wearing underwear. Ford groaned again. What happened? Where am I? There was rustling to his left. He winced as someone carefully slid something onto his face. The room became clear. My glasses. Okay then.

“Howdy there, sleepin’ beauty,” a voice said quietly. Ford turned his head carefully. He frowned at the woman sitting by his bed. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her. “Stan actually just left to go pick up the kids.” She cocked her head. “Everything all right, Stanford? Doc said the surgery went well.”

“Angie!” Ford burst out suddenly. Angie jumped, startled.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I just- I remembered who you were,” Ford mumbled. Angie raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Ya forgot me, huh? At least ya figured it out.” She leaned forward and adjusted one of Ford’s pillows. The paperback novel that was sitting on her lap slid off. “Oh, shoot,” she said in a good-natured tone, picking the book up again. Ford looked at it with interest.

“Is that a Star Trek novel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Angie replied.

“I didn’t take you for a Trekkie,” Ford remarked. Angie chuckled.

“Don’t think ya can call me that. I only ever seen a few episodes of the show. Mostly just read the books.”

“Why?”

“My older brother, Harper, he works in movie special effects. I like them sci-fi things, mostly ‘cause of the biological implications of ‘em. But I can’t watch a good old-fashioned space shootout without hearin’ Harper’s voice in the back of my mind, blabbin’ on and on ‘bout how they did it.”

“He works in Hollywood?” Ford asked, surprised.

“Yep.”

“Did he help with anything I might have seen?”

“Oh, definitely,” Angie said, grinning. “Ya ever heard of Indiana Jones?”

“No. There’s no possible way that your older brother worked on Raiders of the Lost Ark,” Ford said immediately.

“He did. His name’s in the credits. Harper pointed it out to me.”

“But that’s- your brother worked on a Spielberg film?”

“Yep. Got headhunted to work on the next one, too.”

“Holy-” Ford shook his head. “That’s incredible. Why did Fiddleford never tell me?” The lighthearted smile on Angie’s face slipped away. “…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine, Stanford,” Angie said in a falsely cheery voice. She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, carefully smoothing the fabric of her purple skirt. Ford rubbed his eyes. The room was fuzzy again, but this time not in sight. Rather, it was fuzzy in feeling. He could have sworn his body was lighter than usual, and a question he’d wanted to ask for two weeks suddenly didn’t seem inappropriate.

“I’ve been wondering,” Ford said. “Back when we met with Dr. Carmichael the first time, Stan said something.” Angie frowned.

“He was fairly quiet, though.”

“True. But when she asked him if he had any sons, he said ‘Not right now’.” Ford looked at Angie. “Are you going to have any sons?”

“Is this yer way of askin’ me if I’m pregnant?” Angie asked. “‘Cause I ain’t. Not that it’s really yer business, anyways.”

“No, I wasn’t talking about right now. I mean, in the future, will you?”

“Whether or not I have a son is a bit out of my control,” Angie said. “I know Stan would like one. He’s got grand ideas ‘bout baseball and other stereotypical father-son things. Which is, frankly, ridiculous. There’s a 50% chance that if we did have a son, he’d be more McGucket than Pines, and wouldn’t be a fan of baseball and grillin’ and whatever dads do with sons in movies.”

“You’re dancing around the topic,” Ford said. “I can tell because I do the same thing.”

“Fine, I suppose I’ll tell ya what Stan ‘n I have planned, even though ya don’t need to know,” Angie said shortly.

She didn’t need to be rude about it.

“We’re plannin’ on at least one more kid. Not fer a couple years, though. We want the girls to be in kindergarten before they get a lil sibling. And if that goes well, havin’ a fourth, when the third one is ‘bout two or three.” Angie idly picked at her nails. “It’s a couple more kids ‘n I planned on, but Stan loves bein’ a dad so much. And I love havin’ a big fam’ly.” She rolled her eyes. “And even though the girls were a bit rough on me fer the nine months they lived in me, it wasn’t as bad as I was worried it’d be.”

“Yes, so, what is it like to be pregnant?” Ford asked. Angie eyed him.

“Them drugs are somethin’ else, huh.”

“I do feel a bit strange,” Ford conceded. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He paused. “But maybe you did. If you’re willing to go through it two more times, it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Angie said, shaking her head. “Spoken like someone who won’t ever have to worry ‘bout bein’ pregnant. It ain’t no walk in the park. I mean, I couldn’t exactly take walks in the park when my feet swelled up.”

“Really. What else did the pregnancy do to your body?” Ford asked. Angie looked at him, perplexed.

“Stanford, yer my brother-in-law, yes. But that don’t really give ya authority to know my medical history.”

“We’re family,” Ford cajoled, the words slurring together. Angie adjusted his pillows again. “You can tell me.”

“I can, but I won’t. Anyways, seems like yer ‘bout to pass out. Get yer rest, Stanford. If yer still curious ‘bout pregnancy when ya wake up, I’ll fetch the books Stan was given by my older brother.” She stroked his head. “Sleep well.”

-----

“Annnnd…done,” Stan said as he wrapped a hair tie around a clump of dark brown curls. “You’re all ready to go, kiddo.” Daisy, who had sat patiently on the floor while Stan braided her hair, jumped up eagerly. She kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“You got it, sweetie,” Stan replied, poking her nose. Daisy giggled and ran off to play building blocks with Danny and Tate. Stan leaned back on the couch with a sigh. “Ford, those pain meds kickin’ in yet?” he asked idly. There was no response. “Stanford?” Stan looked over. Ford was sitting at the kitchen table, staring intently at a blue sippy cup in front of him. He reached out a hand to touch the cup, seemingly engrossed by the cartoon characters decorating the sides. Stan raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Ford, that’s Danny’s drink, y’know. If ya want juice, you need to get your own cup.”

“Mm,” Ford mumbled, not looking away from the cup, which was half-full of apple juice from breakfast. When Ford didn’t say anything, Stan prompted him.

“Do you want juice, Ford?” After a moment, Ford shook his head slowly. “All right. If ya do, lemme know.” The phone rang. Stan stood up, groaning quietly. He walked over and picked up the phone. “This is Stan speakin’.”

“Stanley, did Stanford ever get ahold of you?” Ma Pines asked abruptly. Stan blinked, startled.

“Uh, yeah, Mom. He’s actually gonna be stayin’ with me for a bit.”

“Okay, good. He called me to get your number, but never followed up. And you never called to tell me anything about him, either. I got worried!”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Stan mumbled. He cleared his throat. “Actually, uh, I was about to call ya.”

“Don’t lie to your mother.”

“No, I really was!” Stan protested. Danny looked up from her blocks to stare at him. Stan winced, suddenly realizing how juvenile he had just sounded.

And in front of my kids and nephew…oops.

“What would make you suddenly wanna pick up a phone to call me?” Ma Pines demanded. Stan rubbed the back of his neck and turned away from his daughter’s judgmental gaze.

“My, um, my wife said I should,” Stan muttered.

“Your what?”

“My wife. Her- her name’s Angie.”

“You got married?! When did that happen?”

“1978,” Stan replied quietly. There was a pause. “Uh, Mom?”

“You got married four years ago and didn’t tell your mother?!”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

“You didn’t invite me!”

“I didn’t want Pops to see the invitation and come,” Stan said quickly. “So I told Angie that you, uh, you weren’t around.”

“‘Weren’t around’? Stanley Pines, did you kill me off?” Ma Pines asked, in a low tone that suggested she was barely keeping her anger under control.

“…Yeah,” Stan said reluctantly. “And, uh, also my- my last name isn’t Pines anymore. I took Angie’s last name,” he added quickly.

“Huh.” That last tidbit of information seemed to take Ma Pines by surprise, calming her anger for the moment. “Well, that’s certainly something.”

“The reason behind it is…complicated. But Angie had no clue you were around, or she woulda called you by now. She- she wanted me to say that. She even wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget.”

“Hmm.”

“I think you’d like her. Angie’s, uh, her family calls her a firecracker.”

“She’d have to be, to be able to handle you.”

“Yeah…” Stan looked down at his feet. “There’s one other thing I need to tell ya.”

“And what would that be?” Ma Pines said cautiously. Stan winced, well aware of how poorly his mother would take the news.

“You’ve got two granddaughters,” Stan said. He fought the urge to go hide in a bomb shelter somewhere.

“What?!” Ma Pines yelped.

“Twin girls. Danica Viola and Daisy Leigh. They’re about three years old now. Funny story, actually, Angie was still goin’ to college when she got pregnant, so her kids went to her graduation. Well, they’re her kids but they’re also mine. I helped make ‘em,” Stan said.

Stop, Stan. You’re rambling.

“Danica and Daisy.”

“Yes.”

“You waited until my granddaughters were three to tell me about them?!”

“I-”

“Your address hasn’t changed since we last spoke, has it?”

“No, I-” Stan felt someone tug at his shirt. He looked down. “What is it, princess?” he asked Danny. Danny pointed at the front door, which was wide open.

“Uncle Ford’s gone,” she said quietly. Stan’s heart stopped.

Ford’s gone. He’s a grown man that had brain surgery two weeks ago and is on a serious pain med high. Shit shit shit.

“Uh, Mom, I’m gonna have to call you back,” he said into the mouthpiece, his voice shaking slightly. “Gotta situation over here.”

“With twins, there’s always a situation,” Ma Pines said idly. She hung up the phone. Stan blindly slammed the phone in the general direction of the hook for a few times before he got it right.

“Good eye, Danny,” Stan said. He fought back his panic and scooped Danny up in his arms. “Daisy, Tate, come on, we gotta get shoes on! We’re gonna go on a Ford hunt!”

-----

Angie opened the door to the room they set aside for children separated from their parents at the zoo. Jim, one of the people who worked admissions, walked over to her quickly.

“I got a page sayin’ I needed to pick someone up?” Angie asked. Jim nodded.

“Yeah, uh, this guy’s your brother-in-law, right?” Jim said, pointing to a man sitting on a bench. Angie sighed.

“Yes. That’s him.”

“So do you wanna take him home or…?”

“I’ll call my husband in a minute. Thanks, Jim,” Angie said. Jim nodded. Angie walked over to Ford and took a seat next to him. “Stanford?” Ford looked at her, a wide grin stretched across his face.

“Hello, Dr. McGucket!” he said in a very loud voice. Angie stifled a groan.

“Did ya take yer meds today?” she asked. Ford nodded. “And after ya took yer meds-”

“I left!” Ford said cheerfully. He scoffed. “I don’t need to be nannied by my twin brother. Especially given that he’s the younger one.” Feeling something tugging her pants leg, Angie looked down. She blinked at the goat chewing on her slacks.

“Stanford, do ya know this goat?” she asked slowly.

“Yep! Rented him.”

“Why?”

“Well, Apple is clearly not a dog,” Ford started. “For one thing, he knows about my connections with Bill. This is excruciatingly obvious.”

“How do ya know, did Apple tell ya or somethin’?” Angie asked idly. Ford frowned.

“No. I didn’t ask. I should ask.”

“No, ya should go home.” Ford shook his head. “Stanford, ya can’t stay at the zoo all day. Why did ya come here in the first place?”

“So that the goat I rented could meet the other goats!” Ford chirped. Angie frowned.

“What?” she asked. Ford looked around carefully and then leaned closer to her.

“I’m here to free the other animals,” he said in an exaggerated whisper. Angie stared at him, perplexed.

“With…the goat?”

“The goat is my accomplice.”

“Uh-huh. I’m goin’ to call Stan. He’ll come pick ya up.” Angie stood up. Ford tugged at her shirt desperately.

“Don’t leave me alone with them!” he said. Angie looked at the people he was pointing toward. She sighed.

“They’re ‘bout six years old. I highly doubt they’ll mug ya and steal the goat, darlin’.”

“You don’t know!” Ford protested. Angie groaned.

“Just stay put while I call Stan! Then I’ll come and protect ya from the children.”

“And the goat.”

“Yes, I will protect you and the goat.”

-----

“How did your dog even reach the shelves?” Ford asked. Now officially a month post-operation, Ford’s pain medication had decreased to a more manageable dosage. He was relieved to have his mind clear again, even if that meant he had to pick up some responsibilities. For example, he was keeping an eye on the three children while Stan cleaned up the bathroom.

“It’s a weird dog,” Stan said with a sigh.

“Not only did it dig through the bathroom trash, but it somehow knocked over all the shampoo bottles.”

“Don’t need a play-by-play, Sixer.”

“I’m just impressed by your dog’s appetite for destruction.” The doorbell rang.

“Ford, get it, would ya?” Stan asked.

“On it.” Ford got up from the couch and opened the door. He was face-to-face with two men, both of whom had very large noses. The shorter one squinted at Ford with gray eyes.

“Yer not Stan,” the stranger said.

“Uh, no. May I ask who you are?” Ford asked. The man opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a shout.

“Unclute!” Daisy shrieked happily, running past Ford to grab onto the man’s leg. The man chuckled.

“Hey there, munchkin,” he said, crouching down, picking her up, and standing again. He poked her belly. “Gosh, yer bigger ‘n bigger each time I see ya.” Daisy tugged on the man’s dark hair.

“We gotta new uncle!” she said exuberantly. She pointed at Ford. “He’s our Uncle Ford!” The man smiled at Ford.

“Howdy, the name’s Lute, the feller standin’ by me is my older brother, Harper.”

“So this is the mysterious ‘Ford’,” Harper said. He pushed his rectangular glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Howdy.”

“Uh, hello.”

“Who is it?” Stan called.

“Two men named Lute and Harper!” Ford replied.

“They’re Angie’s older brothers, let ‘em in,” Stan said. Ford stood to the side. The brothers filed in. Harper made a beeline for Danny, who was building a very complex vehicle with her Legos.

“Howdy, kidlet,” Harper said gently. Danny beamed at him and, like her sister, embraced her uncle’s leg. Harper laughed. “Yer just as clingy as yer ma used to be.” Danny squeezed her uncle’s leg tighter. Ford could see the family resemblance between Angie and her brothers. Not only did all three have the same nose, but they had similar cheekbones, and Harper’s hair was the same color as Angie’s.

“So, Ford, I heard ‘bout who ya are,” Lute said. Ford turned. Lute had put Daisy down and was now staring at him, his arms crossed. “Yer relation to Tate, fer one thing.” At the sound of his name, Tate looked up from his picture book.

“Uncle Lute?”

“Oh, hey kidlet. Didn’t see ya there,” Lute said. Tate shrugged. “Don’t worry, you ain’t in trouble. Yer dad is, though.”

“Okay,” Tate said, turning his attention back to his book.

“In my defense-” Ford started.

“Don’t care,” Lute said abruptly. “Ya didn’t contact yer college roommate fer so long. That’s yer own dang fault. So is not tellin’ his fam’ly what happened to him.”

“Look, I-”

“Don’t bother arguin’ with Lute,” Stan said. He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Lute’s too dang stubborn to change his mind ‘bout anything.” Stan smiled at his brothers-in-law. “Hey, Lute, Harper. Good to see ya again.” Lute frowned at Stan.

“I ain’t happy with ya either, Stan.”

“Neither of us are,” Harper said. “Ya lied to our baby sister.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly.

“Yeah, I know I did a pretty shi- cruddy thing,” Stan said. “But at least she knows now.”

“The only reason she knows is ‘cause yer twin brother showed up out of the blue,” Lute pointed out. “Ya weren’t even plannin’ on tellin’ her! Is the Pines fam’ly just full of- of dishonorable men?”

“…‘Dishonorable men’?” Stan asked. “Now I’m too amused to be scared of ya, McGucket.” Lute crossed his arms.

“What else am I s’posed to call the two of ya?” Lute asked.

“To be fair, our older brother Shermie is, by all accounts, a decent guy,” Ford put in. Lute raised an eyebrow.

“So he must’ve taken up all the decentness when he was born then, huh?” Lute said. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Look, I get that you guys are upset,” Stan said. “But we’re brothers now, right?”

“Right,” Harper said after a beat.

“Maybe cut me a bit of slack? And I guess Ford, too. He didn’t know about Tate.”

“He should’ve,” Lute said immediately.

“I’m not disagreein’ with ya,” Stan said.

“Thanks, Stan,” Ford muttered. There was a clatter from the kitchen.

“No, Gompers!” Danny said, detaching herself from Harper’s leg. She padded over to the goat, who was digging through the trash it had just knocked over. “Bad goat,” she said, patting him on the back. Lute and Harper stared.

“The goat’s new,” Lute said idly.

“Yeah,” Stan said, walking over to the latest mess to pick it up. He shoved the goat’s head away from him. “Ford rented it when he was on a pain med bender. Somethin’ about proving Apple’s a chupacabra. Of course, since Apple’s a dog, not a Mexican demon, nothin’ happened.” Stan glared at Ford. “Then Apple and the goat had to go and become friends, so the kids freaked out when Angie and I tried to return it.”

“Uncle Ford got upset, too,” Daisy said helpfully.

“Oh yeah. We had to buy the darn thing so that the literal children and my adult twin brother wouldn’t cry,” Stan finished. Ford flushed.

“Stanley, please.”

“Hey, Daisy’s the one who brought it up. You got a problem, talk to her,” Stan said, setting the trashcan upright again.

“Uh, pain med bender?” Lute said slowly.

“Uncle Ford’s brain was broked,” Danny supplied, now hugging Gompers. “Doctors fixed it, but he was a bit funny after.”

“Stanford, you had brain surgery?” Harper asked. Ford nodded.

“Yes. Nothing too concerning, although it was decreasing my quality of life immensely,” Ford said. Stan scoffed.

“‘Nothing too concerning,’ he says,” Stan muttered under his breath.

“If you’d told us, we would’ve been easier on ya,” Lute said.

“…Oh,” Ford said, unsure of how to respond.

“When Uncle Ford ran away, he got ice cream without us!” Daisy said.

“Well, that’s just rude,” Lute said to his young niece.

“Yeah, Ford escaped when I turned my back for two minutes,” Stan explained. “He bought an ice cream cone, rented a goat, and went to the zoo.”

“Why would ya bring a goat to the zoo? Zoo’s already got those,” Harper said, taking a seat on the couch. Lute joined him.

“The goat was my accomplice in freeing the animals from the petting zoo,” Ford said. He let out a small chuckle, remembering the blissful ignorance of his scrambled mind. “It all made perfect sense at the moment.”

“It always does,” Harper said sagely.

“So how long are you two gonna stay?” Stan asked as he finally finished picking up the scattered pieces of trash. “Ya have to stay for dinner. Angie’d be upset if she missed ya. But if you wanna stay overnight, you’ll have to camp in the living room. Ford’s got the guestroom.”

“Oh, no, we were just plannin’ on comin’ down fer a friendly scoldin’ and yellin’ session,” Lute said breezily. “Don’t want to impose.”

Apparently the McGuckets have a different definition of “friendly” than I do, if scolding and yelling qualifies. As though he could read Ford’s mind, Lute turned to Ford.

“Now, this is a friendly session, trust me. If it weren’t, you’d prob’ly be in tears.”

“After the things I’ve seen, not much can bring me to tears,” Ford remarked.

“Aside from separating a goat and a dog,” Harper said, raising an eyebrow.

“In my defense, they had befriended each other. What sort of monster would break apart such a lovely relationship?” Ford replied. Lute and Harper both chuckled. Stan caught Ford’s eye and winked. Ford knew what Stan would say later.

“See? Ya freaked out over Tate and the McGuckets. But ya didn’t need to. They’re good people, and even you can be a charmer when ya try to.”

-----

Ford handed Tate his backpack.

“I’ve packed some pictures I took in the field, as a treat,” Ford told his son. “Not- not the edible kind of treat. Please don’t eat the pictures.”

“It’s okay, Dad, I know,” Tate said calmly. He cocked his head. “What are they of?”

“Our, ahem, mutual friend,” Ford said with a wink. Tate’s eyes widened.

“Bigfoot?”

“The one and only. Well, actually, there is more than one bigfoot. There are whole societies of them, and Gravity Falls has one in the nearby mountain range.”

“Wow. Will you take me there? Please?” Tate begged. The doorbell rang. Ford smiled.

“If your mother gives me permission to take you next summer, or even sooner, absolutely,” he replied. Tate beamed. The doorbell rang again. “I should get that. It’s your mother, no doubt.” Ford walked over and opened the front door. Jenny McGucket smiled politely.

“Stanford. You look well.”

“I feel better than I did last time we spoke.”

“Clearly,” Jenny said. She peered past Ford. “Tater Tot! You ready to go?”

“I need to say goodbye to folks first,” Tate said, running out of the living room. He zipped into the girls’ bedroom, where Stan was helping Danny and Daisy get dressed.

“Did Tate have a good time?” Jenny asked Ford.

“I believe so. He’s quite the smart boy.”

“Yes, he is. I’m awful proud of him,” Jenny said. “The two of you got along all right?”

“Yes, we did. And actually,” Ford said, deciding to be upfront, “I’d like to talk custody with you sometime.”

“Custody?”

“When Fiddleford returns, I assume the two of you will maintain primary custody. But I’d like to have Tate during the summer, at least,” Ford said. “The lion’s share of my research is done then, and Tate has shown a vested interest in my work.” Jenny bit her lip. “What? I thought you’d be happy that I’m trying to be an involved father.”

“Oh, I am. It’s just that…I’m not sure if you’re ready for it quite yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“You watched him for about a month and a half. And you had help, from Stan and Angie, who both have more experience in childcare than you do. On your own, in a different state, for three whole months? I’m sorry, Stanford, I just don’t think you can handle it right now.”

“Tate is-”

“Very well-behaved, particularly for a child of his age. But he’s still a child.” Jenny smiled apologetically. “Maybe we can begin the custody conversation after Fidds comes back. It’s just- Stanford, were you ever left alone, in charge of the kids, during this entire time? Even for ten minutes?”

“…No,” Ford conceded.

“I’m sorry to hit you with this right now,” Jenny said quietly. “So soon after your surgery.”

“It’s been seven weeks; I’m not an invalid anymore,” Ford said, bristling.

“All right,” Jenny said after a moment, in a decidedly neutral tone. “Tater Tot, we have to get going!”

“Coming, Mom!” Tate called, running back to the front door. “Dad, I need to say goodbye to you, too.”

“Oh. Of course.” Ford crouched down for a hug. He squeezed his son tightly.

Don’t think about how long it might be before you see him again. Don’t do it.

“Goodbye, Tate,” Ford said quietly.

“Bye, Dad.” Tate broke off the hug and beamed at him. “Next summer, we’re gonna go find bigfoot, right?”

“We’ll see,” Ford said with a weak smile.

“Bye, Stan, thank Angie for me, will ya?” Jenny called.

“Yep!” Stan shouted back. Jenny and Tate left the house, Tate making a small wave at Ford as he walked away. Ford closed the door and leaned against it.

“Damn,” Ford whispered.

I can’t believe I’ve grown so attached to Tate, given the short amount of time that I’ve known him. Maybe Fiddleford will be able to convince Jenny about the custody arrangement. …No, that won’t happen. Not after what I did. Ford’s musings were cut short by his nieces rocketing down the hallway, shrieking at the tops of their lungs.

“Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast!” Danny and Daisy yelled, racing through the living room and into the kitchen like twin tornadoes. Despite himself, Ford cracked a half-smile at their innocent enthusiasm. Stan followed his daughters at a more languid pace.

“Okay, gremlins,” Stan said, picking up his daughters and putting them in their chairs. “Breakfast, it is. Today is Leftover Wednesday. On the menu, we have leftover hashbrowns, leftover pancakes, fruit, and toast. What’ll it be?”

“Corn stuff,” Daisy said promptly.

“Did I say corn stuff was on the menu?” Stan asked.

“…No.”

“It’s Leftover Wednesday,” Stan reminded her.

“Leftover corn stuff,” Danny suggested.

“There’s never any leftover corn stuff. You monsters eat it like a plague of locusts,” Stan said, exasperated.

“What’s that?” Daisy asked. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s when a bunch of grasshoppers eat all the crops and don’t leave anything behind,” Stan explained.

“I’m not a grasshopper!” Daisy protested.

“No, you’re pickier than one. If you two don’t make up your minds soon, I’ll choose for you,” Stan said.

“Fruit!” Danny yelled.

“Cakepans!” Daisy shouted. Stan winced slightly at his daughters’ loud voices, but carried on.

“Hot or cold?” Stan asked.

“Cold,” Daisy said.

“Got it. An order of fruit and an order of pancakes comin’ up,” Stan said. Ford, who had been watching the exchange idly, frowned.

Hmm. That’s certainly an idea.

“Uh, Stan?” Ford said, after Stan had given his daughters their breakfasts. Stan walked over.

“Yeah?”

“Could I- could I babysit the girls sometime? So that I have more experience in taking care of children.”

“This is a joke, right?” Stan said. “Sixer, leave the comedy to the pros.”

“It’s not a joke.”

“You really wanna babysit my demon spawn?” Stan asked. “You’ve been around, you know that the two of ‘em are hel- heck on wheels.”

“Yes. I’ve seen the chaos they seem to court, but I’ve also seen the methods you use to calm them down,” Ford said. “Anyways, isn’t it my responsibility as an uncle to help supervise?” Stan eyed him.

“I’ll talk to Angie about it,” Stan said after a moment. “Right now, go do your physical therapy.”

“Very well,” Ford said.

It’s not much, but given how protective Stan is of his children, it’s a start. Ford walked into the kitchen and took a seat next to Danny, who beamed at him. Stan placed a sheet of paper and a comically large pencil in front of Ford.

“What’s the task for today?” Ford asked, carefully picking up the pencil. He frowned at the tremors in his hand, which were not brought on from caffeine. Rather, decreased mobility and usage of his dominant hand was one of the surgery’s side effects, along with slurred speech. At his six week follow-up appointment, Ford had mentioned to Dr. Carmichael that, despite no longer using the pain medication, it seemed like he still was experiencing the medicine’s sedative abilities.

“You’ve had this since the operation?” Dr. Carmichael asked.

“Yes, from the pain medication,” Ford replied. Dr. Carmichael shook her head.

“No. These symptoms are from the surgery.” She took out a piece of paper and began to scribble on it. “I’ll recommend you to a physical therapist and speech therapist, who will likely give you exercises you can do at home.” Dr. Carmichael handed the paper to Ford. “These are temporary, but only if you go through the therapy.”

“Understood.”

“You’re doing a drawing today,” Stan replied.

“What am I drawing?”

“As many plants as possible,” Stan said.

“Daddy! Gotta go!” Daisy shrieked suddenly, rocking back and forth in her chair. Stan’s eyes widened.

“All right, kid, let’s do this,” Stan said, picking Daisy up. He ran to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Stan returned, holding Daisy again. Ford looked up from his shakily-drawn lilies.

“How’d it go?” Ford asked. Stan beamed.

“Daisy’s gettin’ closer to losin’ those nasty diapers. Aren’t ya?” he cooed at his daughter. Daisy giggled, clearly proud of herself. “Can’t wait until I’m done with ‘em.”

“You’ll be dealing with them again, though,” Ford pointed out. Stan frowned.

“What?”

“Don’t you and Angie have plans for more children?”

“Well, yeah, but not for a while, Sixer, geez. Don’t scare me like that. I thought you found a positive test in the trash or somethin’.”

“Unlike your dog and goat, I don’t dig through the garbage,” Ford retorted, returning to his drawing.

“Yeah, and whose fault is it that I have a goat?” Stan said. The doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell, Poindexter.”

“Sure,” Ford mumbled. As Stan went to get the door, Ford focused on his exercise, carefully etching out a lopsided daisy.

“Pretty,” Danny said quietly. Ford smiled at his niece.

“Thank you, Danny.”

“My goodness, Stanley, why is your hair so long?” a familiar voice said. Ford’s heart leapt into his mouth. He turned. Standing at the front door was someone he knew very well. Stan seemed shell-shocked; he took a solid two minutes to croak out his startled response.

“M-Mom?”

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19, Stay at home Stana?

19. Date night in

This ended up way longer than I intended. And I smiled so big when I proofread it real quick before posting. It turned out so dang fluffy. Just. So much fluff. Wives being good and loving to each other. Love that shit.

Send me an AU and a number and I’ll write you a ficlet!

Stana knocked on the bedroomdoor.

“Still in there, Angie?” sheasked. There was a prolonged groan fromwithin. “I’ll take that as a yes. Can I come in?”

“It’s yer bedroom too, ya know. Come in whenever ya want,” Angiemumbled. Stana opened the door. Angie was spread-eagled on the bed, almost aspale as the white dress she was wearing. “Ugh,” Angie groaned again. Stanaleaned against the doorway.

“What’s wrong this time?” Stanaasked. Angie wiped her forehead.

“Don’t know. Everything? Nothing? I just- I don’t feelright.”

“Feet and ankles buggin’ ya?”

“Not all that much, I guess.”

“Back?”

“No. Just- I don’t feel good.” Angie sighed. “The last week, I felt fine! Backto normal. But now, all day, I haven’tbeen feelin’ right. Y’know, the generalsort of yuckiness ya get sometimes when yer sick.”

“You’re not sick, are you?” Stanaasked immediately. “‘Cause if ya are, yaneed to go in.” Angie lifted her head tolook at Stana.

“I ain’t sick. Just got two parasites messin’ with myinsides.”

“Two para- oh. The babies.”

“Yep. Them.” Angie flopped her head back and rolled onto her side. “Ugh.” Stana walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. “I think you’ll have to cancel thereservations,” Angie said, her eyes now closed. “I don’t think I can go to a fancy restaurant right now.”

“Yeah. Figured. I cancelled ‘em hours ago,” Stana replied, idly rubbing Angie’sback. “I remember how it was. I’ve been through this twice, babe.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, I was lookin’ forward to datenight. Even asked Marley to watch thegirls. Ya called Marley, right? To say that plans changed?”

“Nope.”

“What?” Angie opened her eyes. “Why not?”

“Can ya sit up?”

“I ain’t that pregnant yet,” Angie said snidely. It took her a few moments, but she successfullysat up and adjusted her maternity dress. Stana smiled fondly. “What?”

“You’re just cute, havin’ a bitof a stomach for the first time in your life,” Stana said. Angie rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Marley picked up the girls abouthalf an hour ago.”

“I didn’t hear anything,” Angieremarked, stroking her still small baby bump. She frowned. “I was prob’lysleepin’.”

“Yeah, you don’t hear anythingwhen you sleep.”

“Darlin’, did ya have adirection you were takin’ this conversation?”

“Yes, I do. Come on. We’re goin’ to the kitchen.” Stana stood up and held out a hand. Angie took the offered hand with another small groan. The two of them left the bedroom and walkeddown the hall. “Cover your eyes beforewe get there.”

“Cover my- what do ya haveplanned, Stana McGucket?”

“Come on, humor me!”

“Fine,” Angie sighed. She covered her eyes with her hands. “Now ya have to steer me, though.”

“You got it, babe.” Stana took a hold of Angie’s waist, makingher wife giggle a bit. “Stop bein’ sodamn cute.”

“Stop ticklin’ me! You know I’m ticklish!”

“Nah. Your laugh is too cute for that,” Stana saidafter a moment. Angie let out a smallchuckle. Stana carefully guided Angieinto the living room, past the couch, and then finally, into the entrance ofthe kitchen. “Okay. Open ‘em.”

“Open what?”

“Angie, don’t be a wiseass. I’m tryin’ to do somethin’ nice.”

“Okay, okay.” Angie uncovered her eyes. She gaped. “Oh, honey, ya didn’t need to do this!” The rough, rather beat up kitchen table was pushed to the side, leavingroom for a smaller table, for two. Angietook a seat at the table. Stana pushedher chair in, eliciting another laugh from her wife. Angie played with the dark red tableclothcovering the table. “Stana, really, yadidn’t need to set up somethin’ like this.” Stana turned the lights out; the only sources of illumination now were aseries of candles Stana had strategically placed around the kitchen and livingroom. Well, the candles and the hallwaynightlight, a necessity when there were children around that could getnightmares and need comfort in the middle of the night.

“I thought we should have date night,even though we couldn’t make it to that fancy, expensive place ya like so much,”Stana said, taking a seat across from Angie. Angie reached out her hands. Stana took Angie’s thin, delicate hands in her large ones.

“Hon, yer just the sweetestspouse I could ever have,” Angie whispered. She frowned. “But, uh, yer notthe best cook, darlin’. I’m not sure ifya made anything or-”

“Nah, you’re right, I can’t cookworth shit yet. Nothin’ that’s not kidfood, at least.”

“Oh no, are we havin’ chickennuggets ‘n mac ‘n cheese?” Angie asked teasingly. Stana grinned.

“Nope. I know you’ve been feelin’ homesick lately,”Stana started.

“Homesick, mornin’ sick, allkinds of sick, really.”

“So I went to that not expensive place ya like.”

“Oh?” Angie said, curious.

“The one with cookin’ ya say isjust like your ma’s,” Stana informed her. Angie gasped.

“Ya got me some real southernfood?”

“Best kinda comfort food thereis. At least, according to you. I got all your favorites. Fried chicken, baked beans, cornbread.” Angie beamed. “And I even found non-alcoholic wine.”

“They make that?” Angie asked.

“Apparently. But we’ve got sparkling cider, too, if youdon’t wanna bother with wine that won’t get ya drunk,” Stana said. Angie smiled.

“I think I’ll at least try thewine.”

“Figured. You’re that kinda person. Willing to drink non-alcoholic versions of beveragesthat only exist to get ya drunk,” Stana said, shaking her head. Angie let out a small laugh. She leaned in. Stana echoed her movement. Angie kissed Stana gently. When they broke apart, she stroked Stana’sface.

“Darlin’, I mean it. Yer the best spouse I could ask for,” Angiesaid softly. Her eyes widened.

“What?”

“I think the babies agree, sincethey decided to start kickin’ me like they were in a dojo.”

“Well, tell ‘em to go back tosleep. They’re not invited on our date.”

#btw if you're wondering about when in the timeline this takes place #Angie's about 18 weeks along #in the (generally speaking) much easier stage of the pregnancy #(supposedly the second trimester is the easiest)#so she has more good days than bad ones #it just so happened that date night fell on a bad day #but Stana's got this #Stay at Home Stana AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Stana Pines #Stanley Pines #ficlet #my writing #writing meme #ask #agent-jaselin #Lady Stangie

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