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Nice Things…

Hello All! Coming back with little writings here and there as my inspiration comes along. A little episode inside of the Something to do with Jackson sphere (1, 2) 

Let me know what you think! @negrowhat you know I gotta tag you in everything lol

Jackson decides you both are in need of a little rest and relaxation. Nothing is better then a nice beach house complete with a gigantic bath tub. 

About 4k words; Warnings: Very light smut like its super light, but I’m obligated to say it includes fingering a praise kink and a bathtub. 

Laundry shouldn’t be difficult. Well in retrospect it wasn’t difficult at your old apartment. The laundry room there was stocked with 5 very old very worn washing and drying machines. They were faithful and predictable. They only had about 3 options and 2 dials. Simplicity at its best. You missed them every time you had a load to wash and dry. You had been living in Jackson’s apartment for months and you still couldn’t figure out his machines. For one thing they were sleek and black, very modern, apparently super efficient. They worked via a touch screen and the breath of options that appeared every time you fired them up made you nervous. Twice you had shrunk a favorite article of clothing. You had also ruined your running shoes, the washing machine seemed incredibly aggressive to you. But today was going to be different. This was your only task. You could do this. The touch screen lit up, you took a breath, the beeping started and an array of options appeared. Water temperatures, agitation speeds, your finger hovered over the first option- “BABY, THIS IS WHERE YOU WERE!?” Jackson’s voice boomed in the laundry room. You turned, frantic that all his noise would upset whatever fragile understanding you had. “Jackson!” You hissed, “shush!”

  His hands snapped to cover his mouth. He looked around his brows knitted, “what’s going on?” He whispered. “I’ just,” you turned back to the machine but you didn’t feel the same confidence, “I’m trying to figure out your stupid space aged washing machine.” You confessed, “everytime I put something in here I ruin it.” “Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard.” He walked up behind you and looked down at the same screen. “Baby?” He began slowly, he touched the screen flicking left twice until he got to a place that said ‘presets’.  “Why don’t you just use these instead of trying to pick through all those other settings? This is what I use.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You muttered softly. There were easy to understand presets displayed proudly.   “You didn’t know about these?” He asked, “I could have sworn I showed you the last time you shrunk your sweater?” You rubbed your face in continued disbelief. All this time. “The dryer has presets too, did I show you those?” He kept talking because of course to him this wasn’t a big deal. You had made it one, once again, something tiny had become huge to you.   “You want me to help you with your laundry? Since I’m home today I wanna spend it with you ok?” When you took your hands away from your face he was beaming like the sun at you. You wondered how he could look so worry free. His job was so stressful, he barely got time for himself or you yet he was always beaming. You wanted to be a bit more like him. Just enough so that inanimate objects stopped irritating you for no reason.            “If you want to help sure, but this stuff is kinda boring. You sure you don’t want to nap? Or I could make you something to eat?” You offered.          “We can do that after, this won’t take long.” He pointed out. He wasn’t wrong. You selected the ‘delicates’ option since you wanted to wash your undies and bras first.          “Ok, delicates first then.” You looked in his direction expectantly. The two baskets of laundry were already separated.            “Just pass me the stuff in the blue basket.”  You instructed, “I’ll do them first.”   He dutifully began to hand you clothes. Some things he stopped to look at. “When did you get this bra?” He asked holding up a flowery bra that you had bought a few weeks ago.   “Like two weeks ago?” You guessed, maybe three. Your hand was outstretched waiting for it. “Oh,” was all he said before he handed it over, “I haven’t see you wear it.” He said softer. “Well, it’s a bra Jackson…” You tried. He handed you a few pairs of underwear which you put in. He was a touch less cheerful as you finished loading. He helped with the detergent and softner before he got the machine started. “I feel so dumb,” when you turned to him he frowned. “I really wish I had remembered about the presets. I’ve been having a battle with this machine since I got here.” You confessed. “Baby...I really don’t think it’s a big deal.” He leaned down and pecked you. “You can ask me questions you know? Before you make a mountain out of a molehill.” “But I’m so good at that.”  You pointed out. He kissed you again. His hands trailing down your arms. When you pulled away he pouted. “Let me at least finish the chores, I have a few things more I wanna clean.” You complained. He accepted this and let you go, “I’m gonna have two weeks off...do you have a lot of work?” He asked. It took you a moment to think about what you had to do, some things could wait and really only one required you to finish immediately. “I just have to finish one job then I think I can take some time off.” You stretched and looked at him with curiosity. “What did you want to do?” He pushed some of your hair behind your ear, “can we go on vacation?” “Where did you want to go?” You spoke as you tied your hair up. “Someplace warm?” You asked. He nodded, “an island!” It seemed like a solid idea. You thought it over, Jackson in his usual fashion grew impatient. He tapped his feet and poked out his lip, “we can have a private beach house…” He edged closer. “That sounds...isn’t that a little extravagant?” You often wondered when you would be able to accept Jackson’s penchant for spending on you. There was something that always made you cringe. “I don’t want you to spend too much-” He frowned and you snapped your mouth closed, “you deserve…” He began. You sighed, “nice things.” He accepted you finishing his sentence quietly before he went back to trying to convince you. “It’ll be private...no cameras...just you and me.” He had basically backed you against the machine. He leaned forward and set his hands on it, caging you in. You couldn’t look away. “We live together but I always miss you,” he kissed you and it was mostly soft. “I’m gone a lot and I feel horrible about it,” he kissed you again nibbling on your bottom lip. “Do you miss me when I’m not here?” “Like crazy.” You whispered. His eyes were on yours, pupils wide. His breathing picked up as you snaked your arms around his neck. “So let me take you to the beach, let’s spend a week....please.” His kiss was less soft more insistent. He pushed until your back was pressed to the machine, the hum seemed to burn through your blood. You kissed him back, hands gripping the hair on the nap of his neck. The time apart always made the time together feel like a single point in the universe. There wasn’t a whole apartment, a whole city, there was just you and Jackson. Starved for each other, hungry to touch and feel. He was so good at making you melt, so good at making you desperate for him. You tasted him and whimpered. The beach was suddenly a fantastic idea, more time alone for more of this. He ground against you and his moan made your knees weak. “Ok,” you managed to say against his lips. He pulled away and beamed at you. The unmistakable look of getting his way. “So we’ll go the day after tomorrow...I actually may have set it up already.” “Jackson.”

You had never been swept away before. In past relationships you had lacked the time and your partners seemed to lack the motivation. It hadn’t bothered you truly because how can you miss something you didn’t have to begin with? You thought about it as you packed and he buzzed around the room with excitement. “Don’t forget bathing suites!” He warned, “and sunscreen!” “I have both.” You answered slowly, “and something nice for dinner...right?” When you looked up he was zipping his bag up. “Yes, and then...not much else…” He raised his eyebrows quickly suggestively and you giggled. He stopped to touch his hand to your leg, “I love you in anything.”   “If it was up to you, I’d just walk around naked all the time.” You said slowly. He considered this then said, “only if you want.” Then he was moving again, his energy nervous all throughout the room. “Are you almost done?” He asked. “The car will be here soon.” You just needed to decide on your one nice outfit. It had been a while since you had really gone out. He had seen you in just about everything you owned...except.... At the back of your closet you had hung a tropical print skirt and top set. It was out of your comfort zone but the print would really work. “Hurry hurry baby.” He chided. You had just enough time to grab it from the closet and stuff it into your bag. He took your hand and led you. The smile on his face relaxed yet you could feel the excitement bubbling out of him. He kissed you in the elevator before the doors opened, then led you to the long black car idling at the apartment building’s entrance. He opened the door for you and waited till you were settled before he put the bags in the trunk and got in next to you. Then his hand was back in yours like it belonged there. “Do you think you’ll get recognized at the airport?” You tried your best not to sound nervous but the thought of screaming fans made your stomach heavy. “I don’t think so, we’ll be in then out.” He brought your linked hands up for a kiss. “Don’t be nervous, it’ll be fine.” You settled into the seat and tried your best not to worry. The media in a way wasn’t very interested in you and Jackson’s story anymore. When they did happen to catch photos of you two together it wasn’t big news but most of the comments were still pretty awful. It was better for your mental health to not read them but every so often you saw yourself online and couldn’t stop yourself from looking. The general take was that you were literally a weight dragging him down. It never seemed like a good idea to comment back, better to just read it all in silence, and really it wasn’t all bad. There was a spattering of people who liked you. Who said nice things and said they were cheering on the relationship. People who pointed out that Jackson was happier with you in his life. You weren’t sure if you would give yourself that much credit but you hoped that he felt how you did. He leaned over, “what are you thinking about so hard?” He planted a kiss on your cheek startling you out of your own head. He had a way of knowing when you were thinking yourself down a rabbit hole. He redirected you gently and patiently. His hand squeezed yours again.   “Nothing, just the work I left...hopefully I did enough.” You said. He knew it wasn’t that, but he didn’t push.. He kissed you on the cheek again, “don’t worry about it, just try your best to relax.”  He whispered. It took you a moment of second guessing, but there was no real use in fighting with Jackson. Especially since you actually did need a relaxing vacation. There would be no worries on the beach, that’s all you had to tell yourself over and over and over again.  

There weren’t any cameras, no reporters, no mobs of fans. He had his mask pulled up and dark sunglasses on. You were wearing one of his caps and your own mask pulled up. The two of you looked like any couple on their way to a romantic trip. He only let go of you to pass through security. Once his hand was out of yours there were new worries. An airplane. The last time you had flown you were forced between a grumpy office worker and a woman who seemed to have bathed in perfume. You remember distinctly how the office worker had complained about her perfume and how she called him lonely and sad. It had been for the most part very unpleasant. Suddenly all you could think about were all your worse flights.  You fumbled through security, including the awkward second search. Taking his hand on the other side calmed you down a little bit. “You’re making a mountain again.” He said into your ear. “I can’t remember ever having a good flight,” you squeezed his hand and almost missed a step. “Every flight that lands safely is a good flight baby.” He chimed happily and just like that you relaxed a bit. He was right of course. Bad seatmates didn’t make a bad flight. Small things didn’t have to be big. Once again you tried to calm yourself, to convince yourself that you were on vacation. You were being swept away and it would be great if all your extra thoughts could be swept away too.

“This is the house?” After a flight you slept through, and an ok trip through the airport that involved a car rental associate who was star struck, here the two of you were. The house was directly on the beach. From the outside it didn’t look like much which made you feel a bit better. If he had rented a beach mansion or something along those lines you would have worried the whole trip about how much all of it had cost and...and if you were really worth all the trouble. But this,...this was so quaint and so cozy. “This is it.” He pulled into the driveway and then put the car into park. You got out admiring the house’s slightly cracked white paint, the green ivy underneath the two small windows on either side of the weathered wooden door. The waves sounded incredibly close and you guessed the beach was literally right in your backyard. Jackson was behind you with your bags. “Here,” when you turned he was holding the key towards you all smiles, “open her up.” He instructed. The key got stuck for a moment in the lock. You panicked per usual but it gave when you pushed your shoulder against the heavy wood. “Be careful,” he clucked his tongue at you but you ignored him. You were stuck looking at the inside. Everything was so bright. You sucked in a breath because of all the light. There were huge skylights all throughout. The entryway was neat, a small blue weathered table held a bowl where Jackson dropped the car keys. He pressed his hand to the small of your back and your feet automatically started to shuffle step forward. The entryway opened into a small kitchen with white tile and teal cabinets. The appliances didn’t look new aged or terrifying like Jackson’s. The big white well loved looking stove was comforting. Through the kitchen There was an open airy dinning room and living room. The living room ended in two gigantic glass doors that opened onto a hedge enclosed patio. The bricks were weathered but still a good red. There was a round picnic table with a few shelves, a rack with two surfboards, and what looked like a hot tub. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, “let’s look at the bedroom.” It was through a doorway off the kitchen, past a half bathroom. The bedroom suite seemed to be all windows. There were three huge windows with breezy white curtains. The bed was gigantic four poster deal, piled high with pillows at the head. The comforter was white like everything else. “There’s one of those clawfoot tubs,” He led you a little further in, towards the doorway of the bathroom. The tub was huge. There was a shower head on the wall above it. Another two windows, more light. “This place is beautiful.” You finally got out. He squeezed your hand, “I know you like simple things and I thought this place would be nice. The beach is right down a back path and-” You tipped your chin up lips pursed asking for him to dip and kiss you. “Thank you so much for bringing me,” you spoke against his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re welcome.” His smile was triumphant. He only let you go to help unpack but beamed the entire time like a happy child. You knew this look, his eyes were centered on yours. He licked his lips before he kissed you. “I picked this house because it’s cozy and…” He trailed off to kiss you again. “And?” “And you never wanna have fun in my bathtub so I made sure that this house had one that was so big you couldn’t argue with me about soaking together.”  He explained. “Jackson.” He beamed again his face back to innocence, “don’t you want to soak with me?” He asked. “You don’t just want to soak,” you pointed out. He shrugged, “humor me.”  In truth he had begged to soak with you plenty of times but the tub in his apartment made you nervous. You had this vision of the two of you settling in and getting stuck or getting in and overflowing the tub in an embarrassing splash. Well maybe it wouldn’t be embarrassing to him but in your mind it was motifying.  You bit your bottom lip and considered the big claw foot tub in the house again. “I guess there’s no harm in a nice soak.” You said softly.  He could barely contain his excitement, he moved deliberately trailing his hands down your waist then squeezing. He searched your face before he broke out into a grin that made you laugh.   “Jackson,” it was hard not to laugh at him. “Jackson right now? You don’t want to eat first?” He cocked his head, “I do, but let’s do that later, my back hurts from the flight.” You made a ‘sure’ face but didn’t argue. It was better to humor him, he gave your bottom another not so gentle squeeze before kissing the top of your head. “So a nice bath, then I’ll make you food,...” he trailed off and took your hand.

The fragrance from the bubble bath he found was making your head feel dreamy and relaxed. His back was against one side of the tub and yours was on the other. He insisted on massaging your feet and there really wasn’t any huge point to arguing. He rubbed away while you sighed slowly to yourself. “You have the cutest little feet.” He murmured. “They’re so gross.” Your response was automatic, years of having being told they were flawed in some way meant that you were use to parroting back the words when you were complimented. “They’re perfect on you.” He dug deep into the sole of your foot and you couldn’t help but groan. “Always say nice things about yourself.” He murmured. “Yeah I know.” You sunk lower into the water and he took the invitation to work his hands up your leg. It was hard for you to say nice things about yourself all the time. You were use to your self deprecating jokes. But he was quick to redirect them, he always told you to make it nice instead. His hands were steady on your body focusing your mind back into the moment.  It was never gonna be just a soak, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. He felt the back of your knee and a shiver ran up your body. His eyes were focused on your skin, “you’ll let me do this at home now right?” He pulled himself a little closer so his hands could go further up, “a nice hot bath, foot massages.” “You’re very good at them,” your voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes seemed to darken. He leaned farther forward, upsetting the water and bubbles so he could kiss your forehead. Under the water his hand had made it all the way up which meant his fingers were in a prime position to rub you where you were most sensitive. He kept the pressure light, teasing you. A whine broke past your lips. He ducked his head and kissed you. “I want you to relax,” he said softly against your lips, he dipped his fingers inside of you. It was so hard not to squirm, he pulled them back and forth slowly before he stopped. You gripped the sides of the the tub and tried to urge him to move. His eyes were mischievous. “Jackson,” You tried to roll your hips to get him to do anything but tease you. He cocked his head, “say something nice about yourself.” The command confused you. Your brow furrowed and for a moment you were confused, “what?” He pulled his hand completely away and touched your face instead. “I read that it’s nice to hear compliments from others but reinforcing it with words you say to yourself is even better.” His voice was earnest his hand dipped into the water again and found your breast. “Something nice…” He played with your nipple and you whimpered. Your mind was reaching for something, any sort of compliment that would make sense. “I like my thighs.”   He beamed, triumphant, then pinched your nipple lightly, “what else baby? You’re so beautiful there’s a million things to compliment.” You were so use to his praise that it was hard to give yourself the same attention. He switched to your other nipple and kissed your forehead again. “One more.” He encouraged. You swallowed, his hands sending pleasure and want all throughout your body. You willed your brain and your mouth to talk, to say something so he would give you what you needed. “I have nice skin...the cream you gave me makes it so soft.” You admitted. He liked that, he kissed you harder. He had both hands involved now, tickling the sides of your tummy. The giggle that escaped your mouth made his smile even wider. “The most perfect skin.” He spent the rest of the bath praising you. Cooing all his favorite compliments while he played with your body. It didn’t take long before your hands gripped the side of the tub and you called his name. Your body locked and then the pleasure ripped through your limbs in what felt like a blaze. Dimly you knew you had splashed water and maybe that would have embarrassed you, but there were more important things. Like the way you still shook while he kissed you everywhere he could reach. If you felt dreamy before your mind was downright foggy now. “You liked that baby?” He asked, finally pulling away to look at you. Your bones felt like jelly, thank god the tub wasn’t too deep. There was no doubt in your mind you would have melted further into the water. It took you what felt like hours to barely nod your head and indicate that yes you had indeed liked it. “It’s so cute when you say my name like that.” he went back to sitting across the tub from you, a smug smile on his face. You didn’t know what face you were making but hopefully it was satisfied. “Let’s just spend the rest of the time here.” You finally got out. He didn’t argue with you, just rested his head on the rim of the tub, “as long as you’re happy that’s all I care about.” You sat up a little, “I’m the happiest I’ve been in forever.” “Perfect.” He spoke softly and maybe it was more to himself than you but he was right. The feeling was perfect.        

[buckydeniro]

This Is Trouble

part 1

dad’sbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

a/n: okay, i’m prettyyy new to writing and this is my first jab at writing a series or something that isn’t a hc so please be gentle with me. this could be complete shit and suck ass but ya know what, oh well! i’m a slut for dad’sbestfriend!bucky so here ya go! i really hope you enjoy it!! :-)

summary: you didn’t plan this. he didn’t either. you thought you would come home from college, spend some time with your dad, and find a place for yourself to live. but you soon found yourself in a sexual tension filled challenge with your dad’s best friend. but what happens when feelings develop and they become too strong to deny?

"Dad." You groan as he covers your eyes with his hands. You had just graduated college and after a few days spent packing up your stuff from your apartment near school and saying your goodbyes to your friends, you're finally back home. Your dad had the biggest grin on his face when he picked you up and you had a feeling he was up to something even though he swore he wasn't.

Now with his hands over your eyes in front of the door of your childhood home, you knew he was up to something.

"What's going on?" You ask, hearing the sound of people shuffling and a few shushing each other behind the door. "I know you hate surprises but you're back home so you're going to have to deal with it for the sake of your poor dad who has missed his daughter." You chuckle, a smile pulling at your lips.

You loved your dad. Your mom left when you were fairly young, hadn't even hit the double digits age range yet before her and your dad decided it was best to part ways. She never called or wrote, just left. But you made your way with your dad.

The sound of the door opening shakes you from your thoughts. Your dad removing his hands from your eyes to reveal a moderate sized group of family and friends before you.

Your eyes go big the exact moment they all yell out "Surprise!!" A red hot blush rushes to your cheeks and you smile bashfully, never having been one to like being the center of attention. You don't catch it but if you did you would have seen your dads best friend leaning against the kitchen doorway, lips moving up into a smile at your reaction.

"Okay, this was a pretty good surprise." Your smile blooms from shy and uncomfortable to happy and touched. You immediately hug your father, "Thank you. So much."

He gives you a tight squeeze causing you to choke out, "Dad." Chuckling at him as he lets go, letting air refill your lungs.

"I'm gonna give you some time with everyone. Good luck." With a kiss to the side of your head, Everyone begins rushing up, congratulating you, hugging you, commenting on how much you've grown and changed.

After nodding at one of the older womans dramatized comments about how she could hardly recognize you now, you feel someone watching you. Your eyes smoothly and quickly find Bucky, and you're almost thrown off actual physical balance at how good he looks. Holy shit. You swallow, your stomach doing a flip. Okay, what the fuck was that, stomach?

Not only have you changed but so as he. You breathe in through your nose as you take him in. The light stubble dancing on his jaw, a tight black shirt, the chains of his dog tags peaking out from the shirts collar. See he still wears those, you think to yourself. His black jeans matching his black boots have you trying not to bite your lip. You blink and quickly turn away, zoning back into the atmosphere around you.

He's always been attractive but jesus, when did he get that attractive. I guess you've both grown.

Apparently the lady, Lila, had still been talking to you, unaware your attention was pulled elsewhere for a moment. Firing questions off at you at a rapid speed, not stopping to hear your answers. So she's basically just having a conversation with herself and you've been deemed the appropriate audience for aome reason.

You hear footsteps coming towards you, flicking your eyes up, you see Bucky walking and stopping right in front of you. Oh my god. He smells amazing. No. What the fuck are you thinking? Reign it in, Y/N.

"Lila, don't wear the poor girl out." His bright, friendly smile drifting from her to you and you can't help the smile mirroring his on your lips. "Oh, I'm not." She chides, squeezing your arm softly with affection, "But I'll go." She playfully sighs and walks away.

Bucky's eyes haven't left yours, that contagious smile still on his face. "Welcome home, kid." That Brooklyn drawl has you biting your lip as you smile. It was a completely innocent movement, a habit you picked up a few years ago but it causes Bucky to look down at your lips, quickly flicking his gaze back to you as he inhales, mentally shaking thoughts from his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You say politely. Bucky pulls a face and laughs, causing you to laugh along with him. Why is everything he does so contagious? He shakes his head as he speaks. "No, no, kid. Call me Bucky."

You nod your head once before pulling a face of your own. "Okay, but you can't call me 'kid' anymore. I'm 22, Bucky." The new 'title' leaving your mouth like an acception to a challenge.

He nods his head, lifting his hands up in mock defence, smirking at the way you said his name.

"Okay, okay. I got it. Y/N." His voice falls soft, almost sounding like he just found out what your name was and was calling you by it for the first time.

"Ah, Y/N, see you've caught up with Buck." Your dad grins, slapping a friendly hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, party is out back."

Steve leads the way, both you and Bucky following. You purse your lips, fighting off a smile and Bucky snorts. "Party." You say quietly, glancing at Bucky as he retorts back speaking quietly so your dad doesn't hear, "Oh yeah, it's raging, can't you tell? Might just give them college parties of yours a run for their money."

You hum in acknowledgement, "You might be right, Barnes. But, I have been to some good ones."

"Barnes, huh?" You can't quite read the look on his face. All you know is that you're both looking at each other with some kind of playfulness, like the beginning of a new game has just started and you're on opposing sides.

"Mhm. Barnes." You overly dictate the 'B' in his name, drawing the 'A' out a bit, making a clicking sound with the side of your mouth, your focus forward.

Your dad turns around, clapping you softly on the shoulder, "Have fun, hon. One of the guys is calling for me. Sam! I'm coming!" You watch as your dad huffs, jogging up to his friend, swatting the spatula away from his hands, focus on the grill Sam was, I guess, butchering.

"So, you still do that." You turn your head back to Bucky, furrowing your eyebrows a little, tilting your head slightly, confusion lightly appearing on your face. "Do what?"

He puts his gloved covered hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat, "You make that sound when you're focusing on something or are nervous." There's a slight pause before he speaks up again. "You nervous with the get together or bein' back home or somethin'?"

You didn't realize you even did that. You were a little nervous but it wasn't because of the party your dad threw for you. It was because of Bucky. It's a good nervous but it confuses you none the less.

"Yeah. Just being back home." You nod, lips tugging up at the corner for a smile. "The change and everything."

Bucky doesn't look quite convinced but lets it go. Your attention is drawn forward, wanting to look anywhere but Bucky. The way he looks at you was fogging up your brain.

"You still wear the dog tags."

This time he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I can notice things too, Bucky." You whisper with a smile, your attention turning back to him, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, they are mine, Doll." You both freeze. Fuck, he thinks. It just slipped out. He couldn't help it. He's fucked it now, shit. But you chew on your bottom lip, fighting back a smile but the hint of it is there and Bucky catches it and feels as if he can breathe again.

"Doll, huh?" You repeat his words back to him.

With a slight cocky tilt of his head, a subtle smirk and something dancing in both of your eyes, he throws it right back at you. Repeating your own words, the exact way you said them to him, "Mhm. Doll."

Before you could react, say anything, he had turned and casually walked away, yelling a hello at one of his and your dad's old friends and although you couldn't see his face, he had the biggest smirk on it. You let out a breath, not knowing what to make of yours and his interaction.

It was Bucky. Just Bucky. Your dad's best friend. He was just being friendly and teasing. Normal. But as you walk to grab a beer from the cooler near by, you can't help but question a little, "Right?"

Straightening your back, you feel eyes on you and you immediately know whose they are. Turning your head, you lock eyes with the brown haired man, taking a swig of his beer.

Your brain repeating the question again, "..Right?"

[creativeashproductions]

Hiking Buddy // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Once upon a time you could joke that quaratine bordom was the cause of the mass amount of 2020 pregnancies. Well you could until you found yourself in the same boat...or shall we say crib?? Go on the journey as Y/N reveals the pregnancy to Charlie and later their friends.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of vomiting, pregnancy, and fluff.

Words: 2.5k

Requested: Yes. Anon

A/N: Someone asked for dad!Charlie and I couldn’t resist.

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Pulled from deep in your chest was a groan at the dizziness rushing from the bedroom into the bathroom. The tile floor cool to the touch as your body was flush on the bathroom floor recovering from the bout of sickness. The fortunate thing about the pandemic was that you had no obligations taking you out of the home. Sitting up, you sat back against the white porcelain tub grimacing at the bitter aftertaste of your date with the toilet.

Slowly you found your grounding enough to shakily stand on two feet to brush your teeth to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. Your eyes found the pale expression of your reflection fading as nausea faded as well.

“This is tainting naps for me.” You muttered under your breath, washing your hands before proceeding to splash your face.

Your social media had been flooded with many people in your personal life and celebrities announcing pregnancies. You and Charlie often made teasing remarks about if people were so bored. Guess you couldn’t joke about it anymore.

Your hand splayed across the bare skin under the band shirt hanging loose on your form with a small smile. It had been a hectic year getting married to Charlie while filming the first season of Julie and the Phantoms. The plan had been to wait a few years to enjoy your careers and marriage before children. Get more established in the film industry as a woman was necessary, but you couldn’t get mad. This child would be a gift.

“I’d appreciate if I don’t have gross cravings okay? I have to put up with your dad’s questionable food combinations. I may throw up looking at it.” You muttered smiling at the smooth skin you couldn’t wait to grow into a bump.

At the beginning of the pandemic, you, along with Charlie, had flown back to Canada. Living outside of city limits, Charlie was able to still hike and meet up with family in a safe condition. You grew more as a couple as well.

Turning the light off in the bathroom, you made your way to slip your faux fur lined grey and burgundy moccasins—the mid-afternoon sun shining through the windows of the bedroom giving a picturesque view of the forest. Charlie was more than likely in the home gym you had thrown together once arriving at the home.

“I have an idea a little one.” You spoke to the little life you carried inside your womb. After the positive pregnancy and your confirmation with the OB/GYN, you had ordered a few items.

First, it was baby-sized pair of hiking boots to go with a forest green, that matched Charlie’s eyes, onesie with black lettering. The lettering saying ‘And so the Adventure Begins’. The background had with trees and mountains. As nature enthusiasts, you thought it would be perfect.

The box had arrived early this morning when Charlie had been in the shower giving you time to hide it. Now you just had to mention you wanted to go hiking with him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Charlie spoke, kissing your forehead as he walked into the home. His first instinct to grab a snack after his workout, “How was your nap?”

“Energized me. Hey, are you too tired to go on a short hike?” You questioned filling a glass with water to hand to him. His smile was thanks enough as he tugged you to sit in his lap.

“We haven’t gone on one in quite a while. What brought it on?” Charlie asked, wrapping his arms around to finish his protein bar. His chin coming to rest of your shoulder familiarly; you relaxed into his chest.

“It’s a nice day. We’ve been cooped up in the house for a while. Just wanna get out.” You replied heart doing a flutter when his arms wrapped around your midsection.

“Let me get a few things,” Charlie spoke gently, pushing you up to the job to the spare bedroom. The closet kept the supplies you used for hikes, like the first aid kit that he started bringing after you cut your knee once.

As he collected the items, you quickly changed into clothing acceptable for the hike and shoving the things into the backpack. Slipping it on, you met your husband at the front door lacing up your boots. Charlie lifted the house keys in his hands before he tugged you outside, excited for the escape. His hand never leaving yours, you found the well-used trail you had explored countless times.

“Are you feeling better?” Charlie asked, swinging your hands together, refusing to release his grip. His eyes glancing over to catch your expression.

“I think I was overtired.” You replied, keeping your eyes on the trail looking for the rock you wanted to use.

Charlie’s phone was pulled out to make a short video.

“Get yourself a partner that suggests a hike before you.” Charlie slowed to press a kiss to your flushed cheek, “No but seriously. I’m incredibly lucky to have someone like my wife here.”

“Oh, shush.” You snickered as he intentionally pulled you to a stop to press kisses all over your face. His grin and his love would melt the hearts of his followers. Charlie returned the phone to his pocket as he hummed the melody to Unsaid Emily.

“Be right back.” Charlie spoke, squeezing your hand as he jogged to the forest, “I drank too much coffee this morning!”

You couldn’t help the laugh at his blunt words and his typical caffeine intake, but it gave you the perfect opportunity. Using the limited time, you were quick to place the onesie on the rock with the baby hiking boots near the shoulder. You had forgone on asking for a sonogram picture so you could share that moment with Charlie.

“I always forget to pee before we leave the house. Good thing we live near nature.” Charlie spoke jogging closer to where you were hiding the items behind you.

“Do you think green or mine?” You asked, bringing an expression of confusion on your husband’s face. He stepped closer halting when you stepped to the side, “I think yours. I love your eyes.”

Charlie was frozen entirely at the surprise you had planted in his short absence. He didn’t even notice he had moved until the soft cotton of the onesie brushed his fingertips. With his attention solely on the boots, he hadn’t seen you had a stepped up a camera to catch his reaction.

“Are those…?”

“They won’t need the boots in our arms, but I thought we could match.” You continued shifting with the camera to catch his wonder-filled gaze. His expression melted your heart as he gently caressed the side of the boot from his crouched position.

“We’re-“

“-getting a new hiking buddy.” You finished beaming as Charlie lunged you swing you in his arms, “Okay Char. I’d prefer not throwing up again.”

Charlie stumbled back glancing around the area, “I love how you surprised me, but what if you had fallen? I can’t have my loves hurt.”

 “Charlie. We’re on an easy trail, not Everest. I’m fine.” You deadpanned watching his cheeks flush at your response, “But I would like to get home. I’m so hungry.”

September 2020

Emma Roberts, Sasha Pieterse, Bindi Irwin, High School Music alumni Ashley Tisdale, and Hilary Duff were only a handful of celebrities welcoming babies. If hiding your marriage with Charlie was hard during filming, hiding the pregnancy was harder with your friends. Especially hitting seven months with a big bump concealed with camera angles.

You wanted to keep the news under wraps, so the media focused on the show, not your pregnancy at an early age. Of course, your friends were suspicious of Charlie’s posts and stories, not showing their favourite Gillespie. Carolynn knew just by the fullness of your face barely noticeable to the others.

“Oof.” You breathed wincing at the sharp kick to your ribs from Sprout. Charlie’s concerned gaze glancing over from his interview.

Swiftly rubbing the area, the kick happened your fingers returned to flip the page of the pregnancy book. You had grown used to the concern Charlie carried, he always had his phone fully charged on his hikes. Hikes you hadn’t taken since you surprised him with the little boots; it had been a disagreement, but you got where he was coming from.

“I’m fine, Charles.” You spoke, forcing him to turn his attention back to the closing interview. Once he turned the camera off, he rushed over to crouch in front of the couch, placing his hands on your stretched belly.

“Thought we had a deal Sprout.” He cooed caressing the band shirt covering your stretched skin, “Don’t hurt your mama.”

Your face twisted as the baby shifted, while you were enthralled by the fact you were carrying a child it felt like an alien. It was weird feeling something move inside and kick your damn inside like a fucking soccer ball.

“I can’t wait for the baby to be out.” You groaned, hiding the smile as Charlie’s lips pressed against your belly. You couldn’t wait to see him interact with his child.

“I say we name him Luke.” Charlie teased shifting you ahead so he could slide behind you in the usual position. His fingers immediately massaging your stiff shoulders and neck.

“I like Alex better. He’s the best Phantom.” You retorted reaching up to hold his hands, “Sensitive and his sarcasm? Immaculate.”

“We can table the options at a later time.” Charlie quickly replied chuckling as you moved position once more to rest against his chest. His fingers finding their way into your silky hair, pregnancy hormones had sped up hair growth.

“Hey-“ Your words fractured as your phone buzzed with a FaceTime request from Jeremy. Charlie quickly answered with a snicker as your response was cut off.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you two on your couch, “My wife and I had drinks with our family. Carolynn slipped and told me something interesting.”

You and your husband froze as Carolynn sheepishly joined her husband in their white bedroom with a quick apology. Guess the cat was out of the bag.

“You guys are having a kid?” Jeremy asked, taking in the two actors he had quickly become good friends with during filming. His mind recalling a moment at his wedding when you guys had disappeared for a good twenty minutes.

March 2020

The Shada wedding had been gorgeous and like a dream to see someone you saw as a brother find his other half. Your hand was kept tight in your husband’s sitting among Owen, Tori and Kenny himself. Owen had snuck himself and Tori wine while Kenny turned his eye to the underage drinking.

“Wanna take a walk?” Charlie murmured in your ear as Jeremy and Carolynn made their way around their guests. His hot breath sending a chill down your spine as his left hand came to rest on your thigh.

The romantic atmosphere with the wine you had had during dinner lowered your inhibitions that you and Charlie snuck to the less used bathroom. You two quickly gave evidence that wedding hookups were very real. You managed to sneak back into the reception where dancing was taking place; a perfect story to why you and Charlie were a little dishevelled.

“Hey!” Owen called seeing you two join him on the floor. The wine had blinded his view of the very obvious couple, Owen knew from catching you two what a quickie appearance looked like.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Bud.” Charlie spoke to the teenager as Jeremy made his way over to his friends, “Congrats Jer!”

“Thanks, man! When will we get the Gillespie wedding we didn’t get?” Jeremy called over the music beaming when his new wife plastered herself to Jeremy.

“Maybe in the next year.” You retorted twirling in Charlie’s arms thanks to the dance lessons of boot camp.

“Oh my god. Little Gillespie was conceived at our wedding.” Jeremy spoke, leaning back to his wife, “You’d be due in November, right?”

Your cheeks burned as Jeremy and Carolynn put the pieces together swiftly, “Well can we keep this a secret until October? I don’t want to take attention away from the show.”

“You should tell the others.” Jeremy suggested squeezing his wife’s hand, “They might think Charlie kidnapped a baby otherwise.”

Agreeing to announce to your friends Charlie had set up a video hangout with Owen, Mads, Savannah, Jeremy and even Kenny. It was in the later evening with the hiking boots out of shot and your shirt and belly below the camera view.

“Hey, guys!” Charlie greeted his friends as everyone entered the video, “Insane how many fan edits there are!”

“So cool!” Mads beamed addressing Kenny, “Thanks for giving me the chance to be involved in the coolest project.”

“You did all the work.” Kenny waved it off, taking in the cast of one of his favourite projects to date. You all meshed together so perfectly even if your character was only recurring like Sav.

“Hey, Kenny can we get your opinion on something?” You asked, gaining everyone’s attention and excitement after only using texting with the group. Morning sickness and fatigue had depleted your desire to be physically seen.

Kenny nodded, leading you to grab the baby hiking boots, “Do you think these are adequate enough to run from the witches?”

It was utterly silent as Charlie raised the little plaque he had ordered. The plaque included the Hocus Pocus witches in front of a cream moon, faces featureless other than eyebrows and lips. The corner had a cobweb with a little spider and just under it said ‘Winnie, I smell…a child’ with the pregnancy test snug in the cut out. Your favourite was the ‘it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus’ under the test.

“No way!” Owen screamed as all hell broke loose with the others. Charlie beamed at the sheer excitement on their faces.

“You’re having a baby?” Kenny murmured with a smile at the touching announcement and acting being involved.

“Charlie suggested the Hocus Pocus theme because we may have kept it to ourselves and our family?” Your voice went up a few octaves as the truth broke free.

“You haven’t had the kid, right?” Mads questioned peering in the background behind you finding nothing.

“Hopefully we have our hiking buddy in November on the due date. I don’t want to overdue, this kid weighs a ton.” You moaned snuggling into Charlie’s side, “We defin-“

“Jer’s wedding.” Owen interrupted with narrowed eyes, “You disappeared and came back with-“

“-O there is a child present.” Sav joked getting Mads to scoff at her, but everyone made a face as they recalled your disappearing act.

“Oh, your house must be filled with gross food combos. I hope the baby gets Y/N’s looks and taste buds.” Mads called hanging up before Charlie could retort at her. His eyes rolled, but the smile told another story, but slowly each of their friends said their goodbyes.

“At least Owen won’t go spilling the news to anyone.” You snorted playing your hand on Charlie’s large one splayed across your tummy.

You had a lot to thank Kenny for too. Without being cast by him, you wouldn’t have met your friends which in turn would mean you wouldn’t have been at Jer’s wedding. That would have been tragic since his marriage is the sole reason you had a child due in two months.

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[aka-a-shii]

Day Out || Akaashi K.

Akaashi x F!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing just fluffiness :3

a/n: i am so sorry that this took so long ㅠㅠㅠㅠ i had been caught up with work and studying but here’s the last piece for the Oya Oya Dads Squad. i hope you love and enjoy this one.. thank you for your patience! 😘

the sun rays peeked through the blinds illuminating Akaashi’s peaceful sleeping face, you slowly bent over to his side and planted a soft kiss onto his cheek.

“wake up, sleepyhead”

Akaashi groaned in response as his eyes started to flutter open. he squints his eyes as the sunlight reflected on his gunmetal blue orbs.

“good morning, angel.” he greeted huskily as sleep still evident in his voice.

you gently press a kiss on his lips as he smiled thru the kiss.

“why are you still here? isn’t your appointment by 9am?” he inquired when he pulled away as his eyes landed on the clock at the bedside table indicating its already 8:30am.

you smiled at him. “Keita was kinda cranky when he woke up earlier so i had to tuck him back to bed again.”

he got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your baby bump.

“you should go now or you will be late.” he stated. you gently placed your hand above his as you reached your free hand to ruffle his hair.

“will you be okay without me?” you asked.

he tightened his hold onto you and nuzzled his face onto the crook of your neck. “of course, princess. so don’t worry and just relax.” Akaashi reassures you.

he walks you to the front door and with a final hug and a gentle kiss on your lips, you left for your appointment.

Akaashi then trotted towards the kitchen to make breakfast for him and keita, he wore his midnight blue apron and reached for the ingredients from the pantry.

he was mixing the batter when he heard little padding of footsteps towards the kitchen, when he turned around, he saw his 4y/o toddler clutching his owl blankie on one hand and his owl plushie on the other.

“good morning, bud! you hungry?” he greets his son.

Keita gently nodded as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. “where’s mommy?” he asked.

“mommy went out to see the doctor.” Akaashi replied as he mixed the batter. he was then responded with silence and when he turned to face his son, he was met by keita’s glassy eyes.

“i-is mommy sick?” his voice almost cracking. Akaashi then turned the stove off and rushed towards the boy and scooped him up. “sshhh don’t cry.” he wiped the tears on his son’s cheek. “mommy is not sick, okay? she just went for a check up to see if the baby is growing healthy in her tummy.” he shushed his son.

“m-mommy and the b-baby will be o-okay?” he sniffled against his dad’s chest. “yes of course! mommy and baby are strong.” Akaashi reassures him.

once he had calmed down, he placed him on his chair and ruffled his hair. “why don’t we eat breakfast first then we’ll go meet mommy later?” Keita nodded enthusiastically in response as Akaashi went back to finishing the pancakes.

—

they happily munched on their breakfast, basking with each other’s presence as they planned their trip for later. Keita being excited to go out on a day-out with his dad after so long.

Keita was Akaashi’s pride and joy. he was so ecstatic when you came home one day with the news of being pregnant with your first child. as keita grew, Akaashi had already thought about having a second child which is why baby number two is on its way. Akaashi himself knew that being an only child is somewhat lonely and he doesn’t want Keita to feel the same as he grow older.

after getting ready, Akaashi finally adjusted Keita’s owl hat and headed out of your humble abode.

“where do you wanna go first?” Akaashi asked as he placed Keita on the car seat at the back of his car.

your son looked so enthralled as he spoke with enthusiasm. “bookstore!”

Akaashi lets out a chuckle and ruffle his son’s hair. “okay buddy.”

the drive to the bookstore was short yet the father and son duo enjoyed every bit of it. and as Akaashi led his son inside, he didn’t missed how sparkles on Keita’s eyes glistened at awe. “daddy! books! lots of them!” he excitedly grabbed his father’s sleeve as he pulled him to the children’s books section.

Keita got his love for books from Akaashi and its not the only thing he got from him. he was exactly the splitting image of Akaashi Keiji, from the gunmetal blue eyes, to the messy jet black hair and even the little mannerism of fidgeting his fingers when anxious. all good genes inherited from Akaashi.

they stopped in front of one of the bookshelves and keita took a book. he showed it to his dad with stars emitting from his eyes that definitely matches his dad’s. “do you want to get that one?” Akaashi asked and Keita nods furiously. “don’t you want more?” he added and keita just shook his head and gazed on the book he’s holding. “i just want this one daddy!” he beamed. the book keita took was a picture book of “The Little Prince”, you personal favorite. and at an early age, Keita had begun reading as one of his past time activities. you would tell him the story from hours to end and it never fails to amaze him. which is why he grew to love the story of “The Little Prince” as well.

as soon as Akaashi took the book, they roamed each aisle in the bookstore, scanning some new releases that might caught your husband’s liking. and when he found a book they went to the cashier and paid for their purchase. the old lady behind the cashier took notice that Akaashi brought his son. “he looks exactly just like you.” she commented and handed him their books. “he surely does!” he replied with a big smile on his face and took their books. the both of them bid their goodbyes to the old lady and headed to their final stop to meet you.

its was a warm and cozy cafe where you and Akaashi had your first date during highschool. the place held so many memories with you and your husband, and now with your little family. they settled on a booth near the window where your regular spot is. Akaashi sipping his coffee as Keita downed his blueberry crepes. the chiming bells caught their attention as you made your way into the cafe. waddling with your 5-month belly to their booth, Akaashi immediately stood up and guided you, placing a kiss on top of your head. “how was the check up?” he inquired and sat you on the chair besides his. “the doctor said she’s growing healthy and we have nothing to worry about.” you reached for Keita’s hair and ruffled it. “she also said that i just need to continue taking the supplements for the both of us.”

Akaashi smiled at that. “that’s good to hear.” and he rubbed your belly gently. turning your attention to your son, you asked him how his day went with his dad. “daddy bought me a book! let’s read it when we get home mommy!” he excitedly stated. “read it to me and my baby sister!” and that made the baby girl in your tummy to kick which made you jolt for a second. Akaashi noticed this and asked you if you’re okay. “the baby kicked!” you said and immediately the worry washing away from your husband’s handsome face. Keita jumped out from his seat and rushed towards you. “mommy are you okay?” concern all over his face. you reassured him you were and that his sister just moved in your tummy.

you gently reached for his tiny hand and placed it on your belly where his baby sisster kicked. and with that, the baby in you kicked again and Keita definitely felt it on how his eyes widened as a big smile plastered over his face. “the baby is moving!” he exclaimed. which made you and Akaashi to laugh.

Akaashi stood up and volunteered to order for you, while you and Keita stayed and continued to talk about their trip to the bookstore. Keta told you about the nice old lady back there who was so nice to him and how he is really excited to read the book with you when you get home. despite being the splitting image of your husband, Keita’s personality was more like you, bright and jolly, but sometimes he also act like his father which makes him a mixture of you both.

Akaashi approaches your booth with a tray in his hands, a cup of chai tea and a slice of blueberry cheesecake just like you wanted. you muttered a thanks as he slides back to his his seat enjoying the company of his two most favorite persons in the world. a smile grazing his handsome features as he gazed lovingly at the two of you, slowly he reached for your and gently stroke the wedding band adorning your finger. oh how lucky he was to be your husband he thought, and he can’t help the swelling of his when you locked eyes with him and smiled back at him. he would never exchange anything in this world for what he has now and what the future holds for him and his little family.

Akaashi mouthed a soft “i love you” and held your hand tighter, reciprocating his gestture, you then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“i love you too.”

you and Keita is his universe that he’s ever grateful to have.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Why Not? (Might Guy x Pregnant!Reader)

Request: “I just wanna read about gai finding out his partner is pregnant. I feel like gai likes kids a lot and he would be excited and might be one of the best days of his life 😭” but I didn’t read the “partner” part... 👉🏽👈🏽

Word Count: 1,173

Tags/Warnings: Implied sexual themes

Notes: I accidentally misread/misremembered the request by @closetsocialist so I ended up making two versions of this fic. The right interpretation is posted.

Throughout your entire twenty-six year friendship, or more accurately, acquaintanceship, you never expected that you’d have an intimate relationship of any sort with Might Guy. Of course, this isn’t to say you haven’t thought about it before, but never in a million years had you ever thought you’d wake up hungover in Guy’s bed. After all, you were happily single and not one for one night stands. Guy was never that kind of person either, but apparently the both of you changed your minds quickly after a few too many sake.

Unfortunately, you remembered that morning clearly. You had stared at each other with wide eyes. Your fellow Jounin practically burrowed into his bed as you scrambled to change, a sheet still wrapped around your bare body. You left his apartment with a speed you didn’t know that you were capable of. Wordless.

For a month and a half, you made it a point to push that morning out of your memory. But now as you kneeled over your toilet, you couldn’t help but feel dread in the pit of your stomach. The dread moved up your system and you became sick again. There wasn’t a lot about this situation that you were confident in, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were pregnant.

“Retiring?” The Godaime repeated slowly. You nodded, standing stiffly at attention in the center of her office. She blinked at you a few times, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her desk. Lady Hokage spoke your name. “This is the height of your career.” She said simply in disbelief.

“I just think it’s time for a change of pace.” You promptly put, but Tsunade was not convinced. Her eyes narrowed.

“What happened?” She pried. You nearly began to sweat under her heated gaze.

“Nothing at all, Lady Hokage. This is my decision, that’s all.”

And it was. After your years of service to your country, retiring to the countryside with the child you carried didn’t seem so bad. Many shinobi never made it to parenthood after all, so you thought that perhaps your pregnancy was a sign.

You expected more prying, but Tsunade only hummed, looking down towards her desk as she penned a few things down. Silence. You stood quietly in my spot, diverting your attention to random items around the room. Papers, books, boxes, scrolls… You took a step back and Tsunade remained focused on her writings.

“Shall I dismiss myself, Lady Hokage?”

“Ah, yes. See yourself out.” She waved her hand at you. But as you turned to leave, she spoke your name. You pivoted. Her eyes bore into you.

“We do offer maternity leave.” You inwardly cringed. Of course she knew and there was no use lying to her.

“I don’t want it to become a big deal.” You spoke with pursed lips. Tsunade frowned.

“Guy-san is going to find out eventually.” You could have curled up into a ball right there. You didn’t even bother asking how she knew. It wouldn’t have mattered. Tsunade aligned her stack of papers with a tap. “Well, when you decide to come back you’ll have your position waiting for you.” You bowed respectfully.

“That is very kind and generous of you, my Lady. But I do not foresee myself coming back.” In her wisdom and to your relief, Tsunade did not comment on the situation further and dismissed you.

You wouldn’t see her for another seven months, not until the arrival of your baby. The first features you noticed about your son were his massive eyebrows. You probably should have known, given who his father is, but Might Guy lingered far from your mind as you gazed upon the face of your newborn child. You mentally counted your son’s fingers, then his toes. Sitting in your room in the maternity ward, that was all you could bring yourself to do. You wiped away the little bit of dribble that escaped his mouth.

Then a clamor came from the hallway. Then a crash followed by a loud apology. The noise woke your baby, causing him to cry out. And before you knew it, Might Guy stood in your doorway, a large bruise developing on his head. You locked eyes as your child continued to cry.

“Where have you been?” Guy asked, approaching your bed as you immediately began to try to soothe your child. You shushed him, causing Guy to place a hand over his mouth. “Where have you been?” He repeated in a hushed tone.

“I’m retired, Guy.” You told him, slowly but surely getting your son to calm down. Apparently, he was as easy going as his father. “Didn’t Tsunade tell you?”

“Well, of course she told us, but you’ve been gone for…” Guy paused to mentally do the math.

“About nine months?” You questioned, the swaddle falling from around your baby’s face. You could see it in Guy’s face.

“Yeah…” Guy spoke softly, focused on your son. “Ever since…” His eyes shot up to yours. You looked at him expectantly with eyebrows raised, almost spelling out the conclusion in your expression. Guy opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. “Is… is he… m-”

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could finish. You rolled your eyes. “But I fully intend on raising him on my own.” Guy’s forehead crinkled.

“Why-”

“Listen,” You looked at him sternly in the eye. A scowl tugged on the corners of your lips. Fierce independence sparked in your eyes, poorly hidden by a fabricated air of indifference. “You don’t have to do anything. I get it, you don’t want any responsibility and I’m not giving it to yo-”

“No!” Guy interjected with a certain amount of urgency, before once again covering his mouth. “I mean, I want to help. I want to be involved.”

And suddenly, your plans to retire by yourself into the countryside with your son drifted away. You looked around the room, then at your child’s father. Never had you expected that in a situation like this, the father would want to be involved. Apparently, you sorely underestimated Might Guy.

“You what?” You blinked. Your son wriggled in your arms.

“I mean you tell me what you’re comfortable with, but I want to help.” He told you with as much seriousness as you’d ever seen Guy have. “I want to be in his life. I want to be a dad.” You scoffed.

“What?” You laughed bitterly in disbelief. “Look, you don’t have to humor me-”

“I’m not humoring you.”

“You just learned that you had a kid! People don’t make decisions like this just like that.” A certain amount of sourness bled into your tone.

Guy laid a hand on your arm. “If you’d let me, I want to be in this with you. You don’t have to and I know that this is new. But I’m absolutely sure. Please, let me be involved.” You paused, not particularly expecting this response. You took a deep inhale before exhaling forcefully.

“Sure, why not?”

Notes: I’d like to add that I’m not a NSFW writer. The beginning of this wasn’t very detailed and integral to what I wanted to write. Please do not request one night stand stories. Thank you.

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and followed. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[katie-writes24]

I’m Not Scared

Pairing: Vampire!Alexander Hamilton x reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, Language, mentions of blood, vamp feeding, and soft Alex :)

HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON!! I wanted to put this out earlier but I got distracted. So, I was totally inspired by @spilledkauffie work, and their spooky fics are A M A Z I N G!!! And Vampire Alex just gives me lots of feels! So check them out, and you know the drill! Give me feedback please, and let me know if you want to be tagged! Enjoy ya spooky kids!

Her eyes were constantly on Alexander, watching his every move and waiting to see if something was out of the ordinary. How could she not have known? How didn’t she see it? Even now, there was no given sign of him being out of the ordinary.

“You’re staring again,” Y/N blinked out of her trance to see him standing behind the counter smirking, dipping his tea bag in his mug. She shifted on the couch, feeling shy that she was caught.

“Sorry,” Y/N hugged her legs against her chest. She just wasn’t used to the new information she acquired, not knowing if she should act different or not. “I’m just...still in shock I guess.”

“I get it,” Alexander rounded the counter and stood behind the couch, giving her a sad smile. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out or made you uncomfortable or scared you-”

“You didn’t scare me,” Y/N said quickly, that’s the last thing she wanted him to think. She could never be scared of him, she trusted him with her life, even if she knew that he could now end her life in a split second if he wanted to. “I’m not scared, I’m rather...curious, if anything.”

Alexander paused and raised a brow. He looked her up and down and bit the inside of his cheek. Tension was thick in the air, Y/N swallowed nervously.

“What are you curious about?” Alexander sipped from his mug and Y/N thought about his question. She was curious about a lot of things: about how old he really was, if her silver bracelet ever hurt him when they were holding hands, if he can smell how nervous she is right now. Because she might not be scared, but she was a little anxious. She knew that he must of craved her blood when they were close, she just was nervous if it would affect her, or what if it went wrong and changed her?

“Have you ever bitten someone?” Now that it was out in the open, Y/N felt her heart rate speed up. Alexander shifted his feet as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I have, but I never turned them,” He seemed to frown at that, and Y/N raised a questioning brow. Alexander sighed and put his mug down on the table, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. “I only...I’ve only ever bitten them for feeding...”

At his tone, she noticed the vampire looked...guilty. Looking at how he caved into himself, Y/N realized that he was actually afraid of telling her his dark secret because he was afraid she would judge her.

“Have you...how have you gotten your feeding when we were...?” Y/N couldn’t even begin to imagine who he has bitten, if it was his past lovers or close friends or just random innocents on the streets.

“I, uh...you know, John used to help me out,” Alexander looked at the floor and bit his lip as he spoke slowly. “He understood that I needed it, but I couldn’t ask him that all the time. I only ever asked when...when I really needed it.”

“But you could die without it right?”

“I could, but...I’ve gotten my way around it, trust me,” His tone dropped again, and it made her heart pang with guilt, knowing that she wasn’t there when he needed her.

She scooted across the couch and held his hand firmly in hers, causing him to look up at her with wet eyes. “Alexander, I’ll never judge you, you know that? Never.”

“Y/N, I’ve done terrible things. Cruel things, things that one should never imagine. I can’t put you through something like that.”

“So, what? You’re gonna leave me? After all this time?” Y/N could feel her nerves act up again, this time for a totally different reason. The thought of him leaving her made her stomach swirl.

“No, love, no,” His hands cupped her face and made her tilt her head up to look him in the eyes. “But I can’t ask you to be there everytime, I can’t put you through that, I care for you too much.”

She bit her lip and shook her head. She wasn’t going to make him suffer if it would only cost her a little pain.

“When was the last time you had it?”

Alexander scoffed and looked away, only for Y/N to grip his chin and make him look back at her. A few moments later he sighed, “Almost a week.”

“Let me do this for you, please? I know you need it, I can’t sit back and watch you ache, Alex!”

“It’ll hurt, and I might not be able to control myself, Y/N. What if...what if I can’t stop?” Alexander would never forgive himself if he changed her or worse...

“I trust you,” Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ve trusted you with my life before I knew, and I trust you now. Just take what you need, don’t worry about me.” Even thought it was scary to think of it, she wouldn’t deny him anymore.

“Are you sure? Like absolutely sure?” Alexander clutched the hand that was holding his face and frowned.

“Alex, please,” She sounded tired, and maybe it was the sense that he was repeating the same thing over and over again, but he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t just asking if he could kiss her and then have regrets later, this wasn’t asking to borrow twenty dollars and pay her back later, it wasn’t that simple. Even if she didn’t think it was a big deal, this would change their relationship, he knew it would.

As she nodded once more, he took a deep breath. Reaching out, Alexander grabbed the back of her legs and moved her so she was laying across the couch, head propped on a pillow. As he hovered over her, he noticed how strong her scent was getting, how her heart rate picked up. He looked into Y/N’s eyes and found no fear or discomfort. That was a good sign, at least.

“Wait,” Y/N put her hand against his chest as he started to lean toward her neck. Alexander drew back with wide eyes, afraid that she was having second thoughts, afraid that she wouldn’t go through with it and that he made her uncomfortable.

Instead, Y/N grabbed his face in both hands and lowered him into a deep kiss, one that made him whine. Her lips were full of promise, and as she sucked on his lower lip, he couldn’t help but run his hand through her hair and clutch the back of her head.

When Y/N finally pulled back, Alexander didn’t stop there. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her throat and finally into the crook of her neck. He felt her tense up as he kissed the exact spot he knew the blood was strongest.

“Just try to relax, love,” Alexander kissed the spot a few more times, trying to get her body to not be so stiff. When her shoulders slumped, he felt his fangs draw out and he punctured into her neck.

Y/N cried out sharply, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s shoulder and scrunching up her face in pain. It was immensely painful, that was her first thought. She could feel the sharp fangs dig into her flesh, she could feel her blood being sucked out of her viens. It was draining.

Meanwhile, Alexander bathed in the fresh taste, moaning softly as his body fit into its normal state again. It was a fresh feeling. However, he could tell that Y/N was hurting, as her whole body stiffened and her cries were nonstop. He did his best to comfort her; he caressed her cheek with his thumb, wrapped his other arm around her back, anything to make her feel safe.

Only moments later, Y/N was getting used to the feeling, it not being as painful at first. Don’t get her wrong, she still winced, but now it was rather, in a way...nice? Alexander’s soft suction in her neck made her lift her hips up, getting some friction against the denim along his hips. She could hear him whine softly at the movement.

Alexander was going too long, he knew that. But he couldn’t stop; it was refreshing, new blood. But when Y/N kept grinding her hips against his leg, he knew that there were other tasks that he had to handle. He slowed down, releasing his fangs before licking generously at the wound.

When he pulled back, Y/N gasped. His eyes were now dark red, piercing and lustful. She also couldn’t ignore the blood all around his mouth and chin, traces even leading down his cheeks. Before she could comment he was slicing his own wrist, making Y/N jolt in shock.

“Here,” He shoved his arm towards her and she gave him a confused stare. “Trust me, drink it. It’ll help.”

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward and sucked on the dark liquid forming on his wrist. The taste wasn’t very pleasant, metallic strong and unfamiliar. As she sucked, she could feel her body starting to heal, gaining back its previous loss of fluid.

Alexander pulled back moments later, shushing her when she whined. She had no doubt her face was in the same shape his was. He must of known because he quickly went into the kitchen, coming back with paper towels and handed one to his girlfriend. They both wiped their faces clean and looked at each other hesitantly.

“So, how was it? Did I hurt you? Was it...?” He trailed off and scratched the back of his neck nervously. While he was more concerned with her state, she couldn’t stop the trembling between her thighs.

“Alex, please trust me when I say that I was fine, I am fine, and I need you right now.”

Despite the wide eyes, he didn’t waste anytime.

It was only a matter of seconds before Alexander’s head was between her legs. She reached her hand back to grip the arm of the couch as he sucked slightly on her clit. He tongue suddenly thrusted into her folds and it made Y/N jerk up.

“Alex, fuck...” She moaned as he hummed against her mound. His hands were wrapped around her thighs in a bruising grip, but she didn’t mind, not when he was swirling his tongue like he was.

“Ohh, I’m close- Al!” He added two fingers and Y/N was lifting her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her free hand held onto the top of his head as he lapped at her pussy, shaking his head back and forth as if to go any deeper.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” Alexander spoke against her wetness, and she let out a shaky breath. It only took one more hard thrust of his fingers and a strong suck to her clit and she was falling over the edge, wrapping her legs around his waist, letting out a loud moan.

When she came down from her high, she went completely limp, the adrenaline from before finally coming down. As he body sunk against the couch, Alexander laid across her, noticeably kissing the wound he had made earlier.

“I really didn’t scare you?” He whispered, giving one last kiss before looking up at Y/N carefully.

She only grabbed the back of his head in her hands, smiling up at him. “You could never scare me, Alexander. That’s a promise.”

He sighed before nodding, kissing her deeply on the lips. When he pulled back, he smiled, “Thank you for doing this.”

“Of course, love,” Y/N kissed the tip of his nose and scratched his scalp. “Besides, if what just happened will always happen after your feeding, I’ll never complain.”

Alexander smirked before reaching behind him to grab the pillow, smacking it against her. Y/N laughed, and that was a sound he’d never grow tired of.

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The Journey of a Forgotten Soldier (Levi x OC)

This is a story I’m in the process of posting on both AO3 and Wattpad, though I decided to add it to Tumblr as well. However, since I’ll be behind on Tumblr comparing to AO3 and Wattpad, this may remain behind or I might bulk post.

Relationships:

Alana Frey (OC)Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Female Character(s)Levi Ackerman/Alana FreyFurlan Church/Original Character(s)Furlan Church/Alana Frey

Characters:

Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)Furlan ChurchIsabel MagnoliaAlana Frey (OC) - CharacterErwin SmithHange ZoëPetra RalGunther SchultzEld JinnOluo BozadoKeith ShadisSpecial Operations Squad | Squad Levi

Additional Tags:

Graphic Description of CorpsesBlood and InjuryViolenceMurder

Summary:

Alana Frey, a girl born in the Underground City, longed to see the true sunlight every morning that she would wake up. Alongside her comrades: Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, and Levi, Alana’s life as a thug continued with no way around it; until the sudden day she and her companions were offered the deal of a lifetime.

“Once you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work,

but you will also earn the right to live above ground.”

Word Count: 2.2k

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CHAPTER 2: Omni-Directional Maneuver Gear

With soft, and expertly maneuvering hands, the wings of the bird were soon wrapped in bandages handled by the smiling blond. As he finished up, he cradled the small creature in his hand, admiring his own work.

“You’re something else.” With pure emerald eyes, the redhead looked up to the blond. “Oh, right. What’s your name? I’m Isabel.”

“I’m Furlan and that’s Levi,” he responded, tilting his head towards the scowling raven haired boy, who sat back on his wooden chair. His gaze moved to the short, braided haired girl who was cleaning out an empty pot in the open kitchen area. “And that’s Alana.”

“Furlan, Alana, and… Big Bro?” She repeated their respective names while stealing a glance at each. However, when her eyes landed on Levi, she beamed at his new nickname. 

That caught Levi's attention, and he turned to the excited redhead. His gaze hardened as he looked at her, a bit creeped out. “Big bro?” 

At first, Isabel had looked discouraged. Even so, she spoke quickly and with determination, “Please let me join you!”

“Huh?”

“You guys use ODM Gears, right? I’ve seen you in action. Seeing you guys fly free like birds made me jealous.” Courage replaced her earlier discouragement as she begged, “I want to try out a Gear too!”

Furlan’s eyes turned to Levi’s—the obvious leader of the group—while he wondered out loud. “What should we do?”

Levi’s line of sight shifted to the floor, but instead of answering, he stood up from his chair. His heavy footsteps were the only noise in the room, suspension growing. Isabel kept her gaze forward, not sparing the moving boy a glance. She was obviously nervous, but refused to show it. 

Tap, tap, tap.

Once Isabel had had enough, she turned to her right—where Levi was standing—, and pried for an answer. “Hey!”

“If you’re going to stay here, learn how to clean first before learning the ODM Gear.”

This had caught the attention of the remaining three immediately. Especially Isabel. “Huh?” She turned towards Levi, whose figure left the residence with a quiet click of the door. Swiveling her head back towards Furlan, she gave a questioning look for whether or not she had gotten approval.

Furlan gave a soft smile to the girl and nodded. That simple movement brightened up Isabel’s face immensely. She turned over on her chair, looking to where Levi had left, and gripped onto the top of the piece of furniture while a large smile covered the most of her face. 

“Thank you, Big Bro!”

[~]

Die Stühle liegen sehr eng

Wir reden die ganze Nacht lang

With Alana’s help, Isabel learned how to correctly buckle the leather straps to the gray gear around her waist. Already finished tying them around her legs and upper body, she had no problem staring Isabel directly in the eyes. “Remember, Izzy, the key to Omni-Directional Maneuver Gear is to be able to balance. Otherwise, you can fall and get hurt, so be careful,” The ravenette scolded. She was already aware that Isabel was probably too excited to listen to any of the words that left her mouth. 

“I know, I know!” And with that, Isabel hurried over to the two men awaiting her arrival. They decided to teach Isabel how to balance herself inside of a little cavern area known only to them.

The quartet had agreed to help Isabel learn how to use the gear, but Furlan had been a little worried. Even if it was just a practice, he did not want the energetic girl to get too hyper and injure herself. They had only known each other for a short period of time, but that didn’t change the caring boy’s attitude. 

Without glancing at the anxious blond, Levi grumbled under his breath. “She’ll be fine. If she can’t do it, then she can’t.”

Suddenly, Isabel’s voice cut through their conversation with a tone of pride, “I can do it, Big Bro! I know I can!”

“Then show me.”

She was taken aback by his sudden command, but readily agreed. Holding the two handles on the gear in her strong grip, she aimed and launched the wires, with the pull-down triggers that were centered on the handles, to the top of the cavern. As the piston-shot grappling-hooks on the ends latched onto the rocks, she knew that she was steady. Slowly inching herself off of the ground by activating the gas mechanism on her backside with the second trigger, she focused hard on keeping upright between the two wires.

“Look! I’m doing it, Big Bro!” Unfortunately, she had celebrated a bit too early. Isabel’s weight shifted too far to the right, which caused her to lose her balance. The poor ginger ended up hanging upside down with her arms and legs sprawled out.  

Dieser niedrige Raum ist nicht schlecht

Wir können uns gut verstehen

While Furlan and Alana rushed over to the struggling girl, Levi stood his ground, almost smirking. He was well aware that ODM Gear was difficult to work with. Nobody, no matter how talented, was able to pick it up right away; not even him.

“I told you to be careful, Izzy!” Alana frowned as she helped untangle the dangling mess in front of her. “You could’ve hurt your head, or broke something.” Not once had the blue eyed girl’s motherly side disappeared during situations like this. Once she finally got the younger down from the air, she checked for any bruises or cuts.

“I’m fine, Lana! Besides, I was doing fine, so I know I can do it again!” 

“If you say so…” 

[~]

So ist es immer, unser Licht ist nur das Trinken und singen wir, begrüßen morgen

After a couple of long hours of practicing, just as every other day before, the group arrived back at their home. Alana had no problem heading towards the kitchen area—her favorite—to prep their small dinner. It was quite difficult to have anything exotic for food, so she worked with the small portions she had. Furlan layed out the dishes, but not before he made sure to clean off his shoes well. He didn’t want to get on Levi’s bad side by making the house a mess.

Isabel, on the other hand, collapsed on the couch, happy to be back. It had been a month since the others had allowed her to stay with them. Glancing at the small bird she had carried that first day, who sat on the chair next to her, she was reassured by it’s content look. 

“Hey, take off your dirty boots. You’ll make the couch filthy.” Levi had no issue speaking up with a clear annoyance in his voice. Though he had a harsh tone—and terrifying face at times—he wasn’t as bad once he showed his caring side. 

“Yeah, yeah.” She replied in a sing-song voice while taking off her muddy, ankle high boots and tossing them onto the floor. 

The clean-freak’s eyes immediately twitched as he grabbed a broom that leaned on the side of the wall. Stomping over, he shoved it in front of her face. “Clean it, brat.”

“C’mon, guys,” Furlan whined, “let’s not fight before we eat.”

There was an obvious glare between Levi and Isabel, but they grumbled and sat down at the set table. It was not new for them to get into small arguments that either Alana or Furlan would have to resolve. As Furlan took his spot at the table, Alana came with four dishes balanced on her hands and arms. 

“You know, Lana, if we get to the surface, you should become a waitress. You’d be good at it,” the blond commented. 

“Oh shush, you.” She playfully nudged him and laid out the plates in front of each person before taking her spot next to the blue eyed boy. “Even if we get out of here, there’s no guarantee I could do something like that.”

So ist es immer, unterm riesigen Himmel

Leben wir zusammen, die Nacht ist lang

Isabel was quick to start eating her portion, not caring for the mess she made on her face. If you could get food in the first place, you were considered lucky; if you could get time to eat it in peace, you were even luckier. Though no one had asked her, it was evident that Isabel hadn’t had the luxury of the time on her side.

What she did next surprised everyone.

Taking the small loaf of bread she had, she handed it to Levi. Whether that was considered a peace offering or plain bribing to get out of cleaning, nobody knew. Maybe she had done it just out of kindness. 

However, Levi didn’t accept the food. Instead, he ruffled Isabel’s hair and turned his face away. “I don’t need it. Besides, your face looks like shit.” Pulling out one of his white cleaning cloths from his pockets, he started rubbing down the messy girl’s face.  

At the opposite side of the table, Furlan and Alana tried to hide their smiles at the sweet act from their cold looking friend.

[~]

Da die Sterne nicht leuchten

Kann der Mond auf diese Stadt nicht scheinen

“And then the guy came out of nowhere! It was as if he was watching me the entire time and trailing me. But no worries. I wouldn’t let someone who is all bark and no bite kill me.” Furlan explained his recent experience from on the streets. He sat down and positioned himself next to Alana, who laid down on her torn mattress happily listening. 

Almost every night, Furlan kept Alana company as she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d tell his past stories, new stories, or just anything. She would be attentive, even though she was slowly falling asleep. The pair would normally fall asleep together in the same room while Levi had his own until Isabel arrived. 

Tonight was different. Levi sat on the opposite side of the mattress from Furlan, cleaning off his knife once more. Even though this wasn’t his respective room, he decided to listen in on the conversation as he kept his hands busy. Due to him being on guard constantly, the ravenette had suffered heavy insomnia—unlike Isabel, who often fell asleep instantly. He had left the redhead to sleep in their room. 

“Ah, right, Lana. I wanted to give you this.” Furlan smiled as he held out a small piece of jewelry. It was a black, leather cord necklace with a blue raindrop shaped charm in the middle. “It’s not much, but I was able to buy it.”

Alana sat up quickly. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked at the necklace with awe. “It’s so beautiful!” Her face turned a bit somber as she remembered their situation. “But wouldn’t it have been better if we saved the money to go to the surface?”

“Nah. I want you to have it. Besides, it’s your twenty-fourth birthday today, isn’t it?” Furlan asked with a grin. Careful not to hurt her, he calmly hooked the jewelry around her neck. “There you go.” 

A soft, visible blush painted Alana’s face as she looked down in embarrassment. “Thank you,” she mumbled quietly. She lightly touched the charm, smiling softly. 

A soft pattering echoed in the next room, and then, seconds later, light flowed into the dimly-lit bedroom. The silhouette outlined the younger ginger, who tiredly rubbed at her eyes. “Where’s Big Bro?”

“I’m right here, brat.”

“Oh… why are you in here?” She made her way over and sat in between Levi and Alana. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He only grumbled in response.

“Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t we all sleep together in one room?” Isabel offered happily, seeming completely awake at this point. 

The other three looked at her with shock. Though they had lived together for years, it wasn’t common for them to sleep together. Before Levi could blatantly reject, Furlan gave her a happy smile. “That sounds like a great idea.”

After an hour of convincing the two raven haired roommates, Isabel nuzzled up on her back between Levi and Alana on the extra mattress she brought in. Almost instantly, she was asleep and snoring away. Alana took out her braid and let her hair fall down onto her lower back. Then, she placed the large blanket on top of Isabel. 

“Let’s get some sleep, you two.” Furlan spoke up as he made himself comfortable on Alana’s right side. She complied, but Levi sat just as stubborn as before. He didn’t want anything to do with sleeping so close to any of them. 

“C’mon... Big… Bro,” Isabel mumbled in her sleep. It was almost as if she listened to the entire conversation.

With one more grumble, Levi slid himself across the floor to Isabel’s left side and laid down. Putting his head on his toned arm, he rested on his side, facing away from the rest. While he looked distant, he was secretly smiling to himself. 

The quiet air around them was filled with the snores of Isabel, the hushed whispers and chuckling between Alana and Furlan, and even the faint strumming of a guitar playing outside.

Schauten wir das Licht selbst an

Singen wir unter dem Sternenmeer

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(A/N) This was a very fun fluff chapter to write. Hopefully, it's easier to bond with the characters by having scenes such as these. As I write more and more, the characters really grew on me as their personalities differ, but they all end up getting along like a family. Isabel is like the energetic little sister who is the opposite of the quiet, stoic Levi. Their bickering has to be handled by the caring, motherly Alana and the calm, level-headed Furlan. 

Thank you for reading. And once again, thank you to Brianna for editing.

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How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings

A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.

But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?

Masterlist

Six: The Christmas Party II

With only an hour left we sprinted back to our dorm. While Nica and Chloe started folding up their clothes and throwing them into the trunks, Milla and Blair went through their nightstands and I tidied up the bathroom. Over the course of the last four months we had collected all kind of trash in that room and we had spread our shower gels, shampoo bottles, potions and make-up kits all through it. I went into both of the shower cabins to organise the bottles and viles there according to their owners, making one extra pile for all the stuff I couldn’t place.

Next I looked at the five sinks and the big mirror. One hell of a mess. To make a plan for the sinks I started by cleaning up the mirror and the little shelves in front of it. Organising the make-up and brushes per owner I filled the shelves with them, cleaned the sinks themselves and then repositioned the toothbrushes and –pastes.

“Bathroom is done!”, I chirped when I entered the dorm.

“Wardrobes are all empty!”, Blair replied, her hair standing up in every direction.

“Milla and I are done and Nica and Chloe are just now moving on to the nightstands. How late is it?”

“Quarter to eleven. You better hurry up!”, I suggested as I threw myself on my bed and took out my thriller from my backpack. I had just gotten back into the action and could have bitten my nails at the scene that was described – the heroine entering an old and abandoned asylum – when Chloe sat down next to me and made me shriek.

“Don’t do that! Mer-lin. You wanna give me a heart attack?”

“Sorry. We’re done, though. Want to go downstairs?”

We all put on an extra jumper and stuffed our coats with scarves, gloves and hats. Then we headed to the foyer. And waited. And waited. And waited. At twenty past eleven I got aggrevated. “It would be very much like them to just let us wait here. They haven’t pranked us at all since we’ve become friends”, I said tapping my foot on the first step.

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be them, but they should be smarter than to piss us off hours before two of us are being their dates”, Chloe answered.

Half an hour late the boys sprinted down the stairs and nearly ran into us, profusely apologising to all of us.

“All my fault, I ran into Lily!”, was one of the first things I could hear.

“We got carried away teasing him”, it came from Remus.

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry”, Pettigrew kept going on while Black smirked to himself remarking that we had seriously waited for them.

“Shush! Shut up!”, Chloe ordered them to silence.

“Did you at least get a smile out of Lily?”, she then asked Potter. “She didn’t say I was an arrogant pest. Which is nearly as good, right?”

“Sure, Potter, sure.”

Five o’ clock came rather quickly. I had not expected the day to fly by as it did. The snowball fight had been epic. The teams had been determined by our birthdates: First six months of the year against last six months of the year, which meant that Remus, James, Chloe and I had to take on the other five. It also meant that we had completely missed Black’s birthday on third of November which we all felt terrible for. He assured us that it wasn’t a big deal since we had basically known him for only six days at the time but we all felt that we should have given him something for his birthday.

After lunch we went back outside to play three rounds of quidditch and then we warmed up while being introduced to a couple of very helpful secret passages. One led from our common room up to the seventh floor on which the Gryffindor common room was located and we all were convinced that that passage would be used a lot. Another one was a short cut to the dungeons and then there was a secret room behind a statue of a three headed lion, that the boys usually used when they were pursued by Filch.

They wouldn’t tell us how long it took them to find all of these secrets but they did hint that there was an arsenal of hidden passages that they didn’t show us.

We had so much fun that none of us really wanted to get ready for Slughorn’s party although it had been everything any of us had talked about in the last week.

“Guys it’s five! We’re supposed to be at Slughorn’s by six thirty.”

“Relax. You have forever”, Potter tried to calm Nica down.

“If we would all not care about our hair, like you, maybe”, she answered with a smirk. “But we have five girls and two showers, need to dry our hair, put on our dresses and jewellery and make up our faces. Ninety minutes hardly seems enough.”

“I’m sure none of you actually need the make-up”, Black commented absendmindedly.

“That’s how you make all the girls fall for you”, Chloe slapped him against the shoulder.

“What? I mean that.”

“Well, thanks.”

We walked them to their common room and learned that the portrait of the fat lady with a Milla-pink coloured dress was actually the entrance to the famous red and gold den. We rushed down to our common room via the newly discovered secret passage.

“Shower’s free!”, Chloe yelled while rushing past me in her towel.

“Finally!” I grabbed my house-crested towel and headed in. After the snow and the quidditch I needed a shower. It was a quick one, though, since my lengthy hair always needed a lot of time to be dried. Even with the drying charm I had learned from my mum. I used it on the bathroom and mirrors first, so nobody would melt while doing their make-up and then put on my rings, necklace and earrings while an invisible hair dryer blew at my hair, making it stand up like I’ve been electrocuted.

Milla already wore her lilac mini dress that made her look several years older than she was and went into the bathroom to do her makeup; Nica was trying to get her afro into perfect shape, while still in her underwear; Blair wore that awesome midnight-blue dress and put on her new blue heels, her hair already done; Chloe had started with the make-up and needed me to help her zip up her dress.

Once she was zipped in my hair was dry and I brushed it out in the bathroom. Instead of my typical topknot I braided it into one thick strand and rolled that up at the back of my head. As soon as I was done with that I ran back to my desk and put on my lovely charcoal grey dress with the burgundy pattern. Blair who was done first did up the buttons on the back before I slipped into my burgundy pumps that I had bought especially for this party. The little bolero jacket that matched my dress I left hanging for now. Back in the bathroom I went in heavy with the eyeliner and grey eye-shadow – both things that I didn’t do on a day to day – and found a wonderful dark red lipstick.

Nica was the last one to put on her dress – in the end she had decided on a mustardyellow numbers with a white paisley pattern  that barely covered her bum – and a little stressed we stumbled down the stairs into the common room. Crick and Magnus were already waiting there for us, talking to Felix who was fidgeting with his tie.

“I’m the luckiest man alive”, Magnus uttered when he kissed Chloe and made her twirl.

“That. Dress. Is. The. Bomb”, Crick stretched every word as he kissed Blair on the cheek. She blushed and thanked him. “You don’t look bad yourself.” The boys all wore dressrobes, all black with yellow ties. I suspected that Felix had asked Crick for advice.

“Toby’s already gone and Sian said not to wait for her. Shall we go?”

“I told Siobhan to meet me on the third floor. I think she’ll tag along with Potter”, Felix bumbled along still fidgeting with his tie as we climbed the stairs.

“Are you nervous, kid?”, I asked smiling up at him as he had had the nerve to outgrow me at only thirteen.

“No…I mean…a little?”

“Don’t you worry. It’s gonna be great. I promise. These parties are amazing.”

“What do I talk to her about?”

“What do you usually say to her?”

“We mainly talk about potions. I tutor her after all.”

“She’s a quidditch keeper and you’re a quidditch fan. You’ll figure something out.” I padded him on the back as we rounded the corner to the statue of Avery the Antisocial where the boys and Siobhan waited.

I watched Felix hug her and compliment her black dress with a smile before I acknowledged my own date.

“Pettigrew! Don’t you clean up nicely!” His dress robes were a dark grey, as if we had planned it and his golden tie matched the buttons. He had obviously done his hair and levelled himself up in the process.

“I thought I was supposed to say that to you”, he grinned.

“Did you buy the dress after finding out which robes I’d wear?”

“Sure, all carefully planned.”

“For real, though, you look great.” He offered me his arm and I took it.

Potter was folding himself over complimenting Nica on her little nothing of a dress, while Black stared at Blair.

“Oh my god. You look like one of those pin-up girls.” He realised her insecure look. “In the best way possible. Hottest girl of the night! Well done, Cricket.”

“Thanks, Black.” Crick didn’t like Black, I knew it but his smile was genuine. I couldn’t help but feel like those two boys understood each other in that moment. They understood that Blair did look great in her dress and that she needed to hear it. They both earned an enormous amount of points in my book for knowing her so well and caring enough to build her up.

“I’m lost for words.” Remus mouth was half opened as Milla turned around in front of him.

“Is that good or bad?”, she asked with a rosy face.

“Good. You look…so good.”

Black who had stopped complimenting Blair notched me in the side. “This is going to be so great”, he whispered, earning a knowing look from Pettigrew.

“Is that what you two always whisper about when you have your little one-on-ones?”, he asked me as we made our way to Slughorn’s office.

“Which that do you mean?”

“That that”, he nodded at Remus who now offered Milla his arm, still obviously in awe.

“Ehm… yeah. We’ve been trying to get them to admit that they like each other.”

“Seems like Sirius is right, then. Even a blind man could see that they do. You should have a splendid night.”

“I expect to have a splendid night whatever they do”, I replied. “And I’m making you responsible for that!” He gave me a heartfelt smile and nodded. “I’ll do my very best.”

In our fairly big group we rolled up to Slughorn’s  Office and were allowed in by one of the houseelves. As every year the room looked stunning. It was even bigger than at the dinner and the pretty big four round tables had disappeared. In their place were little bar tables and sofas in one corner and an impressive dance floor in the other. From a central point in the ceiling panels of golden satin and purple velvet draped down into every last corner of the room, giving the impression that it was a giant tent outside rather than just another office in the castle. The floor was covered in tiles of black marble with golden accents. Somewhere out of sight a band was playing Christmas tunes and instead of candles the room was lit by tiny perfectly round glasses with yellow and red flames in them. It was a sight to behold.

Pettigrew had a hard time closing his mouth as it fell open whenever he spotted a new absurdity. Slughorn made a point of inviting old members of the club to his Christmas parties as well as other important people he knew. While we were slowly making our way to the buffet to finally eat some dinner, I was fairly certain that I saw two famous quidditch players and big head from the ministry. The first person who spoke to me, though, was somebody I didn’t expect at all.

“Miss de Witt, long time no see. At first I wasn’t sure if it was you.” A stocky man in his sixties, with a receding hairline and square jaw reached out to shake my hand. It took me a moment to recognise him. It had indeed been forever ago.

“Mr Armstrong?”, I eventually said shaking the man’s hand after I had imagined him without the giant glasses, more maroon hair and a beard.

“The very same, the very same. How are your parents?”

“Doing well, I hear. I have to admit it’s usually Felix who writes them. He’s here, too. Have you already run into him?”

“Not yet, but I’ll make sure to do so.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is Peter Pettigrew, a six year from Gryffindor, very gifted prankster. And Peter, this is Healer Lawrence Armstrong, he used to be my father’s superior at St. Mungo’s.”

“ Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

“And you, Mr Pettigrew, and you. Is it your excellent pranking that got you invited to the party, then?”

“ To be honest, Sir, I wasn’t invited at all. De...Jette offered to take me since all my friends got to go. I’m afraid Professor Slughorn is anything but impressed with me.”

“Oversight on his part”, I assured Mr Armstrong. “Peter, as I said, is very analytical.”

“Just not a potion’s master, I suppose. Horace can be a little small minded”, Mr Armstrong smiled at Pettigrew who  in turn smiled at me.

“But do I understand that you managed to impress Horace, Miss de Witt.”

“Partially, I suppose. I am a prefect this year, that always makes it easier to get invited. But Professor Horton seems to have mentioned that I don’t have a lot of problems in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“I hear she’s brilliant!”, Pettigrew chimed in.

“He will be pushing you for Auror, I reckon.”

“Occasionally. Do you mind my asking how you know him, Sir?”

“Not at all, not at all. I used to go to school with Horace. We always were friendly and remained in contact. When I can make it I always come to find new healers for the hospital. Retired or not. As a matter of fact your mother was at these parties, when she was younger. I got her to consider the career.”  I had heard that story only about a million times but still nodded my head and “ooh”ed.

“If I remember correctly you never wanted to take after your parents, right?”

“I’m not that good with broken bones, I’m afraid. The blood I could do but broken bones and vomit make me shriek. I don’t think I’d be a lot of help to anybody.”

“Fair enough. What about you, Mr Pettigrew, ever considered the noble profession of healing others?”

“Ehm… Truth be told, Mr Armstrong, I think I’m not good enough at Potions to get into the program.”

“So, you have thought about it?”

“I’ve entertained the thought, Sir, yes.”

“Well, with a clever and trusted girl as Miss de Witt in your corner, I’m sure you’d manage to get in. Just you write me if you should want to apply.”

“Are you serious, Sir?”

“Absolutely. Have a good night, kids.”

“And you, Mr Armstrong.”

Once the former healer had left us Pettigrew fell into my arms and thanked me over and over again for having introduced him. He apparently had always wanted to become a healer and was rather crushed when he found out what the required NEWT in Potions was. Beaming with pride and joy he filled his plate with snacks and fingerfood and dragged me over to his friends.

“Guess what de Witt just did!” In every detail he described the conversation we had just had while I wondered where Remus and Milla were off to. Blair caught my look and grinned. She whipped her chin to dance floor.

“T’is the season”, a hoarse voice whispered into my ear when I had just found Milla and Remus shaking their every limb to the rather boring music. It wasn’t over the top romantic yet, but they were clearly too busy with each other to notice that we weren’t around or that I was watching them.

“T’is”, I answered. While I chatted to Black about our dreams for our two best friends a six year girl who I thought was in Gryffindor ran into me, spilling her drink over my brand new dress. She neither stopped nor said sorry and just went on.

“Pardon me!”, I yelled after her but she ignored me. “What’s her deal?”

Potter came towards us with a raised wand and rescued my dress form being ruined. “This is what happens when you speak to Sirius for too long at an event like this. People will think that he’s into you and then the girls get all catty.”

“I talk to Sirius all the time! What’s different now.”

“You usually don’t look like that when you talk to him”, Pettigrew grinned.

“Aren’t you full of compliments today. Thanks doe the cleanup, Potter.”

We spent about an hour just watching Remus and Milla getting more and more comfortable with each other before we decided to join them on the dance floor. I spotted Felix and Siobhan a couple of times both seeming rather unimpressed with one another. Shame. They looked cute together.

While we were mainly hopping around in a big circle every now and again, when the band played a particularly classic song, Potter, Black and Chloe showed off their pure blood upbringing by forcing the rest of us to formally dance with them. The first one who got me was Black who knew exactly what he was doing despite usually neglecting everything he was taught by his parents. Especially when it came to etiquette of any form. When I asked him about it he just shrugged and said that he liked dancing.

At some point Milla and Remus joined us again, a lot less nervous or flustered than at the beginning of the night, which had all of us others grinning knowingly. Although only Black and I had really talked about what those two were blossoming into the rest was fully aware of it as well.

After my round with Black I did two more with Potter, while Pettigrew was taught by Chloe and Blair – who let go of her shyness halfway through the night and revealed that she, too, had been tortured by her parents with dancing lessons. When Pettigrew and I attempted one of the marvellously complicated dances together we even looked half decent. Mag and Chloe snuck off at some point to enjoy each other and remained missing for the entire night. Felix waved me goodbye around midnight leaving Siobhan to giggle with some fourth year Ravenclaw and looking very relieved. His date had gone a lot worse than mine.

I thoroughly enjoyed my night with Pettigrew. Just like Nica and Potter and Crick and Blair did. We were all fully aware that we were here as friends and that it was good fun that we were all together. The awkwardness of having to find something to say or jumping at accidently touching each other was absent all night – if you exclude Remus and Milla who got less and less awkward as time went on. All of us girls got hit with disapproving looks and elbows in the sides when we were talking to Black, who apologised to all of us and explained to me that this was the reason he didn’t want to take Nica.

“So, this happens regularly?”, Blair laughed with red cheeks from the spiked punch.

“Three years ago I came with Mary MacDonald, she’s a friend of Evans’. I asked her because James wanted to ask out Lily and we thought his chances would increase if her friend was glued to me. Mary actually liked the idea but she was treated like a leper for a month. She still scolds me for that…”

“Speaking of Evans…” Potter dashed away and managed to convince Lily to dance with him. It took him a good five minutes and it looked like she was leaving him to stand by himself at least three times but in the end she took his hand. He taught her the same dance Black had taught me. The easiest one. And coincidentally the one that had both partners stand the closest to each other. He wasn’t dumb, our Potter.

As soon as the song ended Potter indicated a bow, said about two sentences and came back to us where he was met with applause.

“How on earth?”, gasped Remus while high-fiving Potter.

“I took Blair’s advice. Not too over the top. Polite. Genuine. And I told her that I thought I deserved one dance after four years of let downs. Besides, I think she wanted to learn how to dance. Seemed into it.”

“Well done, mate!”, Nica screamed. Then she leaned into him and whispered something that had him smirk and blush at the same time.

“Well, of course I’ll show you that again.” They both disappeared into the mass of people on the dancefloor and – just like Mag and Chloe – weren’t seen or heard from again. Nica, it seemed, had accomplished her mission.

Us girls exchanged looks that ranged from impressed to shocked but ultimately forgot about the whole thing as we had too much fun.

Professor Slughorn had to force us out when the dark of night turned into dusty grey of dawn. Apart from us there was a drunk and sleeping vampire left, who Black had decorated with garlic stickers and two snogging couples. We thanked him for the splendid party and walked into the corridor.

“Last smoke together?”, Pettigrew suggested and we all agreed. The courtyard was still really dark as the trees and walls blocked out the slowly rising sun.

“Would it be proper mental to suggest to go up to the astronomy tower and watch the sunrise?”, Blair asked just before we were done smoking.

“No! I love it!” Nica was in. So were I and Crick.

“Little romantic for my taste, but fine” Black nonchalantly snipped away his fag. Pettigrew was game for anything.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed”, Milla said. “I’m knackered.”

“I’ll escort you to your common room then, make sure you don’t get lost.” Remus managed to ignore our grins and didn’t even blush. “Meet you lot up there?”, he asked over his shoulder when he lead Milla back to the foyer.

“Oh. My. God!”, Black chirped when the two were out of earshot.

“Such a sap”, I commented while we slowly walked towards the door and made our way up the stairs.

After a spectacular sunrise in the bitter cold we bid our Potter-less Potter-posse goodnight and went to our dorm. I just wanted to sleep. It had been a really long day. But when I saw the look on Milla’s face I knew that the night wasn’t over yet.

“He didn’t kiss me!” A tear rolled down her cheek, painting a small blackish-grey line on her face. It wouldn’t be the last one.

[sebseyesandbuckysthighs]

Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Five

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none

a/n: It’s been a minute, but here’s part five! Sorry for the shorter chapter, but things are still moving along. Getting there slowly, but surely! I’ve actually been thinking about changing the posting schedule to twice a week, but work has been a little chaotic lately so I’m not sure what to do just yet. Also, sorry for not posting/responding to comment feedback this past week like I usually do. Like I said, chaos reigns! But I appreciate everyone who’s been keeping up with the story and leaving some nice little feedback for me. You’re all amazing and I appreciate you! Oh and Happy Canada D’eh! 💖

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After another minute passed, Steve’s impatience was really kicking in. He placed pillows on either side of Ellie to make sure she didn’t roll around and then turned to help Sam. “Just open the damn container.” He reached out to grab the bottle from him, but Sam pulled it away.

“I’m trying to for fucks sake!” Sam exclaimed, slamming the bottle down on the table in his frustration. A thick cloud erupted from the bottle covering both men in the soft white powder. Loud peals of laughter sounded behind them as both men slowly turned to face Ellie, who was clearly in hysterics over the mess they made.

Sam’s tired sigh turned into a low growl. “Barnes owes me so bad after all this and I plan to collect large.”

“You and me both, pal.” Steve agreed before they both broke out into a fit of coughs.

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Steve would be the first to admit that things may have started off a little rocky, but he felt like they were on a good track now. The fact that Ellie soiled her clean diaper almost as soon as they changed her was just another little speed bump. The little insect was just waiting for it. The two men were still covered in a light dusting of baby powder even though they did manage to shake themselves free of most of it. Unfortunately they would each have to wait for a shower until they figured out what to do with the child.

The pages from the letter they found were starting to crinkle with the amount of times Steve went back to read it. They'd have to have it laminated the way they were going. Ellie wasn't due for a feeding for a couple hours and now that she was clean, they really didn't know what to do with her. How were two grown men - whose main priority was to fight against the evils of the world - supposed to entertain a little baby? Of course, it was Steve that started strategizing because, well, that's what he does. 

“Okay, what we need to do is figure out how all of this is going to work and what we're supposed to expect. Sam, can you hold onto Ellie so I can go grab my laptop?” He lifted Ellie off the couch cushion and turned towards Sam who kept looking back and forth between the baby and Steve.

“How about you hold onto the kid and I go grab your stuff. You two already have a little thing going on. I'd hate to get in the middle of that.” He crossed his arms over his chest as though that would protect him from having to do anything.

“Sam, there's no way I'm doing this alone. Sooner or later you're going to have to hold her and right now is as good a time as any.” Steve held her out a little more expectantly. 

There was no doubt that the Captain was right and Sam knew that, but it really did nothing to calm his nerves. To share the responsibilities and duties of caring for a child that wasn't your own was not something Sam thought he would ever have to do. Barnes really would be in a world of trouble the moment he walked through the front door.

Reluctantly, Sam agreed but not before pumping himself up a little bit first. After a few sets of lunges, a couple jumping jacks, and some light jabs into thin air, Sam was as ready as he'd ever be. He craned his neck to the side, outstretched his arms, and let Steve place the small bundle in his hands. While Steve had been watching unimpressed by the spectacle his roommate was putting on, Ellie was just staring up at him in wonder. Maybe she was still too young to think he was being ridiculous, like Steve thought he was. 

After a few seconds passed with Sam holding out the baby like a sacrificial offering, he dared to open his eyes and get a good look at her. To his surprise, she wasn't crying and didn't even seem upset. She just kept staring up at him with her big blue eyes and her little fingers in her mouth, drooling all over her hand.

Once he loosened up a little bit he gently started rocking back and forth. “Alright this isn't so bad. Yeah. We can do this.”

Confident that he could leave the two on their own, Steve went off in search of his laptop so they could do some serious baby research. Whether they wanted to or not, this was happening and they needed as much information as possible. Over the next hour, they did as much research as they could. Visiting websites and blogs, even watching videos and ordering a couple books online. The mother didn't specify how long this little arrangement would last so they thought the more prepared they were, the better off they'd be. 

During that time, Sam and Steve would take turns entertaining Ellie while the other worked at the laptop and read everything out loud. Steve enjoyed talking to her. Just pointing out little things around the apartment and asking her questions she couldn't answer. When it was Sam's turn he would do much of the same except there was a little bit more movement. He would get up and waltz around the room with her in his arms, singing to her while she mumbled back. He even took her into Bucky's room and started telling her things about him. For the most part he only mentioned the negative traits.

“Sam, don't say those kind of things to her.”

“It's alright, man. It's all in the tone of voice you use.” Sam said sweetly. “As long as it sounds pleasant she doesn't care what I'm saying. Even if I'm telling her that her daddy's a tool, she's still all smiles. See, look at that.” He turned Ellie to face Steve and he was right. She was smiling up at Sam as though he wasn't just shit-talking her father.

When it finally came time to feed her Sam was the one to prepare the bottle since according to him, Steve was more likely to burn it. Sam even made sure to check that the milk wasn’t too hot by dabbing some on his wrist before handing the bottle to Steve who was still holding Ellie. She was starting to get fussy, but Steve was stuck admiring the way Sam seemed to be getting a grip on their new and strange situation.

“Don’t act so shocked, Steve.” Sam said, urging him to give the kid the bottle. “They do that kind of thing all the time in movies with little kids in them.”

Steve was about to ask what kind of kid friendly movies Sam had been talking about, but Ellie was starting to fuss in his arms. He shushed her gently and gave her the bottle, surprised to see how eager she was for the formula. Once her belly was full and she was properly burped, they settled her back into the bassinet to see if maybe she would be ready for a nap. It only took a few more moments of cute little babbling before she started to drift off to a peaceful slumber. One that they hoped would last until dinner time.

“Huh,” said Sam quizzically. “So that’s all she’s gonna do then? Eat, sleep, and shit?” That doesn’t seem so bad.” He turned to look at Steve who had already plopped down on the recliner and was emitting soft sounds from his partially opened lips. The super soldier was exhausted and they had only spent half a day with the kid. This was definitely going to be a lot harder than they thought.

Sam smiled down at his slumbering friend, taking pity on him for having done his fair share of the work with little Ellie. After a handful of seconds he was done taking pity on him, though, and moved to grab Steve by the shoulders and shake him awake.

“Wake your ass up. We’ve still got work to do if this kid is gonna be interrupting our typical daily operations.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Steve said with an unappreciative groan, wiping his hands down his tired face. “Okay, what’s first.”

Sam looked down at his friend then to the cute sleeping baby. He noticed the letter was still open on the coffee table and grabbed it.

“First,” he said. “We gotta find out who the baby mama is and what kind of trouble she’s in.”

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[johnlockfeelz]

Encounters

Okay so this is my first attempt at writing a one shot, and posting it. I’m only posting it cause my friend @realrandomposts told me I should. Sorry in advance for this cringe fest you’re bout to go on!

Stiles Stilinksi knew he was gay when he was fifteen years old. Fawning over the most popular girl in school, before suddenly finding himself VERY interested in one of the lacrosse players put that into perspective rather quickly. He and his best friend Scott talked things out and came to the conclusion that Lydia was merely a crush, not even a serious one at that, whereas his crush on Danny was extremely persistent and serious.

Being gay wasn’t that hard for Stiles. Despite living in a small town, everyone was surprisingly supportive of his sexuality, especially the people that truly mattered to him, like his father and friends (Danny not so much, but only because he got annoyed with Stiles’ terrible attempts to flirt with him pretty quickly.)

Stiles worked in the local Clifton’s, which was basically Beacon Hills’ version of a Walmart, albeit a little smaller. Still had the same functions however. Stiles himself worked in the Apparel department, a department usually designated for females but Stiles supposes to the managers, a gay male is basically the same thing. Assholes.

Stiles was actually having an okay shift that day, for once. No customers being rude, not being overloaded on returns from the customer service desk, that he had to retag and fold and put back in its place.

The day went south, when he saw him. Coming in early that afternoon to start his shift, he’d just clocked in and was headed to the swinging double doors that led out to merchandise floor when what Stiles could only deduce was a god walked by him. The man had to be at least 6”2’, and a wall of pure muscle, topped with short, gorgeous dark black hair that Stiles instantly wanted to run his fingers through.

He was on his phone as he passed Stiles, so he didn’t see his eye color, but man did Stiles want to suddenly know everything about this guy. Of course, he wouldn’t though. You see Stiles is a very awkward twenty year old young man, he never grew out of that phase in his teenage years, so if Stiles found someone attractive, he made sure that said person would NEVER hear from him so that he couldn’t embarrass himself in front of them.

His method, however sad and pitiful, was working well for him until about an hour before the end of his shift that night.

Every other Apparel associate, including one of his best friends Lydia, had already left for the night. He was the only one that was scheduled to 11pm that night. He was in the women’s athletics department, fixing a rack of sports shorts, when he saw a shadow out of his left peripheral. He looked up just in case it was a customer that he had to smile politely at, and made direct eye contact with the god from the back room this afternoon. Now meeting his eyes, Stiles could see that they were a hypnotic chocolate brown that Stiles felt he could just drown in.

Upon realizing that he’d actually looked into the most attractive person he’s ever seen eyes, Stiles’ instantly widened and dropped back down to the rack he was working on, barely scraping his view across the name tag on the man’s chest that read ‘Derek’, before he fixed one last hanger and instantly flew back to the fitting room to finish cleaning the rooms, not noticing how Derek’s eyes stayed on Stiles’ figure until he disappeared around the corner.

Any day Stiles worked following that mishap, he made absolutely sure that Derek was no where to be found. He didn’t want to accidentally see him again and end up embarrassing himself in front of that beautiful man by being his awkward self, as that’s all Stiles knows how to do.

Lydia thought the situation was hilarious. “Stiles, it’s just a guy! You don’t have to avoid him like the plague.” Lydia laughed two weeks later, as she leaned against the fitting room stall, staring at Stiles on the other side as he put the phone he’d just answered back in this cradle.

“You don’t understand, Lydia!” Stiles moaned, resting his head in his hands. “I made eye contact with him! DIRECT eye contact! It should be obvious why I can never let him see me again.”

“But it’s not.” Lydia shrugged. “So what? You looked a hot guy in the eyes, it’s not like you murdered his family.”

“That’s precisely why I can’t ever let him see me again. I looked him in the eyes. A man like that, you don’t just MEET his eyes without permission. You just don’t, Lydia! He’s godly, you don’t look gods in the face and get away with it! What if he’s offended now?”

Lydia rolled her eyes, fiddling with her name badge. “Honestly Stiles, you’re thinking too much into it. You’re blowing things out of proportion.”

“Maybe I am.” Stiles responded. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop avoiding him. It’s not that hard, either. I only see him like three times a week. He’s a fresh CAP2 associate, I never deal with CAP associates.”

“Whatever.” She shook her head. “I’m headed back to the men’s basics. Jennifer wants that entire section zoned and the deeper I go into it the more I want to kill myself.”

“Wait, real quick!” Stiles called out after her, pulling the fitting room keys off his forearm and the walkie talkie out of his back pocket. “It’s time for my break, can you watch fitting room until. I get back?”

Lydia held her hand out, catching the keys as he tossed them to her, instructing him to leave the walkie in the fitting room stall.

Stiles pulled his phone out the minute he got to the break room, sitting down at an empty table. He didn’t notice the tall dark and handsome guy he’d been avoiding for weeks sitting at a table a few feet away, with a dark haired beauty right beside him. The girl followed Derek’s gaze to the brown haired little twink looking boy playing on his phone. The woman met Derek’s eyes before she motioned for him to leave, getting up and walking to Stiles’ table, plopping herself down beside him.

Stiles started as someone randomly sat down with him. He usually sat by himself, as the only person who worked at Clifton’s that he actually spoke to was Lydia, and they rarely had breaks or lunch together.

“Hi.” The woman smiled at him, making him a little uneasy. This was a woman who looked like she could easily snap his neck with one hand, and laugh as she did it. In short, she looked dangerous. “I’m Cora.”

“Nice to meet you.” Stiles said politely, setting his phone down. It’s rude to talk to someone while you’re on your phone. “My name’s Stiles.”

“Weird name.” Cora replied, popping a bubblegum bubble in his face.”

“Not as weird as my actual name. Stiles in a nickname.” he shrugged.

“Wanna be friends?” Cora asked, glancing over his shoulder as Derek slowly made his way out of the break room, stopping only to glance at the two of them curiously, trying to figure out what the hell Cora was planning.

“I mean, I doubt you’d wanna be friends with little ole me but I guess I can’t tell you no. You look like the type that wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Cora smiled that sickly sweet, deadly (at least in Stiles’ opinion) smile again. “No, no I don’t.” she chuckled.

And that was how Stiles found most of his shifts passing by after that. Cora seemed to hunt Stiles down, just to talk to him and learn more about him. He learned more about her too. He found out her last name is Hale, and she was twenty-two years old. She was from a very large family, including a sister and a brother. She worked in the pharmacy department, but was friends with a lot of CAP2 associates and spent most of her time with them.

She learned everything there was to know about Stiles. His family and friends, his age, his history, and (most importantly to her plan), his sexuality.

“You’re gay?” Cora asked about three weeks after introducing herself to him. They were both coming back from lunch, and were headed into the back room to clock in.

“Well, yeah. I figured that was obvious. Most everyone can tell just from looking at me.” he replied, gesturing to his skinny, pale body covered in freckles. Cora smiles a secretive smile. Oh this is going perfectly well.

“How long have you known you’re gay?” she asked, leading the way past the double doors.

“Since I was-“ Stiles’ eyes widened, and he instantly ducked around the corner to the stock room, dragging Cora with him.

“Shit! What the fuck Stiles!” Cora hissed. Stiles shushed her, peeking around the corner to make sure Derek was out of sight.

“I’ve been avoiding this guy that works in Fresh CAP2 for like a month now, I’ve gotta make sure he doesn’t see me.” Stiles explained as he made sure the coast was clear and came out of his hiding spot.

“Fresh CAP....” she muttered, her eyes widening as she theorized, “Is his name Derek, by chance?”

Stiles side-eyed her as he swiped his name badge and hit the clock in button. “Yeah, you know him? Super tall, always looks broody, godly-looks.” Stiles sighed wistfully. “God, what I wouldn’t give to be his bottom.”

Cora wrinkled her nose up in disgust at his last comment, before clocking in herself. She didn’t need to know about Stiles’ fantasies about her brother. Not that he KNEW that was her brother, of course, but she still didn’t wanna hear about it.

“Wait wait wait.” What Stiles had said suddenly clicked in her brain. “If you have a crush on him, WHY are you avoiding him?”

Stiles scoffed. “I do not have a crush on him. I just think he’s very attractive. And domineering. And heaven sent. And-“ Stiles caught the look she was giving him and threw his hands up in defeat. “Okay so maybe I have a little crush on him. It’s very little though! But like, a month ago, I made eye contact with him and I’ve made sure to avoid him seeing me since.”

Cora didn’t bother to hide her confusion. “Why would you avoid him just because you guys made eye contact?” She didn’t understand honestly. What was the big deal?

Stiles bit his lip. “You see....I am a very awkward person, I’m sure you’ve discovered this by now. And I’m not really a very popular person either, or liked honestly.” Stiles bent his head down in shame. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not worthy of his attention. Not like someone that looks like THAT would ever be interested in someone that looks like me. I know I’m extremely plain-looking. I just don’t want to get hurt by trying to talk to him, or anything and risk embarrassing myself in front of him. And I’m sure he doesn’t want some annoying ass kid bothering him either. I know I’m a bother, everyone tells me that often. I just don’t want HIM to hate me for bothering him, you know?”

If Cora wasn’t such a heartless person, she’d be heartbroken listening to Stiles rant about his worthlessness and being undeserving of an attractive person’s attention. Did he not know that Derek was crazy about him, and has been hurting for quite a bit of time, because of Stiles’ avoidance of him? Derek has ranted and raved to Cora more than once about the cute little apparel associate that stole his heart and has run like a bat out of hell at the sight of him since.

That was why she had befriended Stiles in the first place. She was determined to get to the bottom of Stiles’ apparent hate of her brother, because it hurt her to see her brother so sad over his crush hating him and wanting nothing to do with him.

“And what would you do, if that wasn’t the case?” Cora asked carefully. “What if he was interested in you?”

Stiles laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, right Cora. That’s never going to happen. And I’ve got to get back to the fitting room. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

She nodded in response, watching as the object of Derek’s affection jogged away so as not to get yelled at about being late by his friend Lydia.

That boy sure has a lot of self-deprecation. She thought to herself as she walked out to the produce section in search of her older brother. Maybe a nice loving boyfriend can help fix that. Once I fix this situation they’re in.

Later that night, his shift coming to a close, Stiles was almost done cleaning out the fitting rooms and locking the doors when he heard a throat clearing from the associate’s stall. “Give me just a sec, and I’ll be right with you!” He called over his shoulder, sweeping the dust off the floor into the dustpan and dumping it. He wiped his hands on his pants before turning to face the front of the stalls, ready to assist what he assumed was a customer.

His mouth went dry as he came face to face with the man he’d been avoiding for over a month. “Oh! Hi there. I-I think I hear someone calling my name so im just gonna go that way and never grace your sightagainokaybye!” Stiles spluttered, turning and getting ready to run from this situation of his own making.

“Wait!” Derek called out quickly, skirting around the stall and grabbing Stiles’ wrist before the younger man could get too far. “Why are you avoiding me.”

Stiles froze, so not ready for the Adonis to actually speak to him, let alone confront him about him dodging him. Maybe he doesn’t like being ignored? Yeah that’s gotta be it, he doesn’t like being ignored, therefore Stiles offended him.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you! I just didn’t think you’d want me to be anywhere near you after what I did.” he explained softly, trying to make his self seem as little as possible so as not to set Derek off and possibly make him even more upset.

Derek nearly growled in frustration, running a hand through his short hair. “What you did-Stiles, all you did was look at me! That doesn’t warrant suddenly treating me like I have contagious disease or something.”

Stiles blinked at him owlishly. “How do you know my name?” He wondered aloud. Derek sucked in a breath, almost lying and telling him he read his name badge, before hesitantly deciding to tell the truth. Might as well get the truth out there first.

“Cora.” he confessed.

“Cora?” Stiles echoed. “Has Cora been talking about me? I swear whatever she says isn’t true!”

Derek chuckled, slightly loosening his grip on Stiles’ wrist. “Cora’s my sister, Stiles. She’s heard me talking about the adorable Fitting Room Associate that seemingly hates me, and she took it into her own hands to find out why my crush was acting like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Your crush?” Stiles questioned.

Derek smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, my crush. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to talk to you for a while now, but then out of nowhere you just started avoiding me. It hurt, you know. And Cora, she’s helpful when she wants to be. So she made it her personal goal to get you to talk to me. She just told me today, why you’ve been doing it. And I wanted to tell you, you don’t have to. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, nothing. I just really want to get to know you better, and possibly have a relationship with you. I really like you Stiles, and I want a shot with you.”

Stiles felt his heart clench in his chest at the thought of his sadness. He didn’t know that he was hurting Derek the more he avoided him. That thought had never crossed his mind.

He slowly reached out and laid his hand on Derek’s that was still holding his arm. “I’m sorry Derek, I didn’t know you actually knew who I was, let alone enough for me to upset you by avoiding you. How can I make it up to you?”

The older man’s whole being seemed to glow with happiness at Stiles’ words. “How about this Friday, if we’re both off, we go to Rudy’s?” Derek asked, his tone very audibly hopeful.

Stiles’ own smile widened at seeing Derek so happy. “It’s a date.” he said slyly, meeting Derek’s beautiful brown eyes.

Looks like Stiles had his very first date coming up soon. And with a hot guy no less. He couldn’t wait to tell Lydia about this.

[hope-for-olicity]

Leaves of Change 6/31

Felicity Smoak returns to her small hometown of Silver Lake just in time for the Harvest Fest, she came home to get grounding and figure out what she wants to do next the last thing she expected was that she’d want to stay.

Happy Belated Birthday to my dear friend @stephswims! This one is for you! Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the truly stunning edit. Also full disclosure, I’m Canadian so Thanksgiving will be October.

Each chapter will follow a Fictober prompt, I can’t guarantee that I’ll post daily like last year but I will post regularly. I hope you enjoy. This and all other chapters of the story are also available on AO3.

6. “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

Felicity couldn’t stop smiling. She knew she had to, she was on her way to meet her mother. She just didn’t want to. Squee was all she could think or feel. She’d never been one of those girls to go all gah gah over a boy but now, maybe she was.

Caitlin’s comment earlier about Felicity freaking out rather than dealing with a boy was true in high school. Since then, she’d had her share of dating experience and was far more confident when it came to men. It didn’t hurt that she spent most of her career being the only woman in the room.

Brr. Felicity pulled her Fall coat a little tighter around her middle. She loved walking through the crushed leaves on the ground but the chill, she was not loving the chill. Seeing as this was a short visit she did not bring a warmer coat with her. 

“Felicity! Did you forget where you were going?”

Felicity turned to see her mother just outside the local pizza restaurant’s door. “Sorry, lost in thought...you know how that goes.”

“Quentin’s not here yet, why don’t you come in the warm? We can catch up before he arrives, perhaps you can tell me what has made my baby girl so happy.”

Busted. Felicity should have known she’d never get anything past her mother. She followed her mother inside. 

The server arrived at their table as soon as they were seated. The restaurant was warm but Felicity was still cold. 

“We have one more joining us,” Donna addressed the server. “But maybe we could get some drinks.” She turned to Felicity. “What would you like, hun?”

Felicity turned to the server. “Tea, please. Peppermint if you have it, otherwise orange pekoe will do.”

“I’m not quite as cold. I’ll take a glass of ice water for now.” Donna smiled.

“No wine?” Felicity gave her mother a surprised look.

“Quentin doesn’t drink. He’s a recovering alcoholic so when I’m with him, I choose not to indulge.  He has made clear that it’s perfectly fine if I do but I’d rather not.”

The server came back with the tea and water.

“That makes sense. I’m really happy for you, Mom.”

“Enough about me. No more distracting. Why are you smiling? Dare I hope it has something to do with Oliver Queen?”

“Mom, it doesn’t matter if it’s about Oliver, I’m leaving remember!” Felicity did not want her mother getting her hopes up for something that was never going to happen.

“Yes, I’m aware. Your point?” Donna tapped her long painted fingernails on the table.

“Mom! I wasn’t going to say this because I don’t want to fight but boys like Oliver Queen don’t like girls like me.” Felicity held up her hand to stop her mother from interrupting. “I’m not saying that to be praised. I’m being honest. I’ve been around a little while and I know what kind of man will date me. Oliver is way out of my league.  He’s being nice to me right now because he’s a nice guy and he knows I’m leaving. There is no danger of miscommunication.”

“Felicity Meghan Smoak, I raised you better. How dare you belittle yourself!” Donna took a sip of her water to calm down, she took a breathe and continued, “not good enough for Oliver Queen, humph. There is no one in the world who is too good for you. You are my baby girl and the best woman out there. And before you shush me, I’ll have you know I’ve seen the way Oliver looks at you and there is nothing platonic about it. You know, I do not lie.” 

“Hi,” Quentin stood at the end of the table. “Bad time? I can come back if you ladies need privacy.”

“Absolutely not! It’s so nice to see you again Captain Lance. It’s been far too long.” Felicity shuffled over a little in the rounded booth so that Quentin could sit next to your mother.

Donna turned to Felicity once more. “You heard me and I’ll repeat it again later in case you forget.” She then quickly turned to Quentin. “So nice to see you honey, so glad we could do this.”

“Well, thanks for including me in your family time. I know Felicity doesn’t get home as often as either of you would like.” Quentin took a sip of Donna’s water.

Felicity had known Quentin since she was a little girl having gone to school with his daughters. She wasn’t sure why he would be nervous around her but it certainly appeared that way. “Quentin, I just want to thank you for making my Mom so happy. It brings me joy to see that twinkle in her eye.”

“Well, she makes me just as happy. I’m so glad you are okay with all this.” Quentin put his arm around Donna.

“I’m more than okay, now let’s order some pizza!” Felicity looked over at the happy couple. She hoped one day that happened for her too.

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Running into Felicity at the coffee shop reminded him that he really needed to step up his game. He knew he wanted to marry her - which admittedly was huge but he didn’t know how to woo a woman like Felicity. She was beautiful, smart, funny - the whole package. He was a smalltown primary school teacher. She was probably used to dating CEOs.

Oliver knew he had a reputation in high school of being unfaithful and it was deserved. He remembered Felicity telling him during one of her nervous babbles that she was surprised he wasn’t a douche. He really hoped she saw him in a more favourable light now.

“Hey you,” Thea jumped up to give her big brother a hug as entered her bookstore. “Did you finish the Harry Potter book? Did you love it? Are you here for the next one?”

“Woah. Excited much? I did  finish it and enjoy it but I don’t think it will work for my students so I’m here to look in your children’s section for something more appropriate.” Oliver began walking toward the section of bright colours. His sister worked hard to make the area attractive to children. She had better decorating skills than he did.

“I’m happy to help you find something else but I’m a little disappointed that you are giving up on Harry Potter.” Thea began pulling books off the shelf, handing them to Oliver.

“I haven’t given up on the Harry Potter series, I’m just going to read them for me.” Oliver smiled.  “I promise we can talk about them. I’m on to you, Thea.”

“You’re going to read more but you aren’t buying them from me? Oliver, you do know Amazon is the devil! The way they treat their employees - do you even know?! I’ll have to send you some articles. It really is…”

Oliver cut Thea off. “I didn’t buy them from Amazon! I’m borrowing them from a friend.”

“A friend? Someone, I know? Could this friend have recently returned to town, has a ponytail and glasses?” Thea looked him expectedly.

“Yes, Felicity is lending me her copies.” Oliver gave her a sheepish look. “What? We’ve been friends since high school!” Oliver tried to defend himself but he knew Thea was the ultimate sleuth and she was not buying what he was selling.

“This is the best news EVER!” Thea practically jumped with happy.

Oh no, Oliver knew he was in trouble now. 

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The Power of Flowers

Request: Hello! Thank you for taking requests ❤️ I would love to read a story about Neville Longbottom and a character called Rey (short for Audrey) Winchester, a Gryffindor. She’s optimistic, sunny, funny, kind of tough, she loves flowers and have a lot of them in her hair (if needed, there should be a lot about her on the Rey Winchester tag). They’re childhood friends but I’d love a cute story where they start dating and maybe share a first kiss? Thank you 🌸

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 2,155 

A/N: Once again this was requested forever ago. Are you sensing a theme here, yeah it’s that I’m finally getting around to writing these. I feel so bad about taking so long and I still have a few more requests to do but I’m back in the swing of this writing thing and should have them up soon. Thank you all for being so patient with me, I love each and every one of you for it. Also, in regards to this request I hope that is what you wanted, I read your request and just knew I needed to do something along the lines of this. I know it isn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope you still like it. 

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The curtains around her bed fluttered as her dorm mates rushed out to head to their first class of the day. It wasn’t the movement of the curtains or the sound of running feet that woke her but rather the sound of the door softly clicking shut. The noise itself had nestled itself into her mind and worked its way into her dream. Giving her images of heading to class and meeting with friends. The images were what startled her awake and she struggled to remove herself from the bed.

The second her feet touched the floor she began rushing around the room. The thought of being late fueled her rampant efforts to get ready. Her usual morning routine was vastly shortened and before she knew it she was slamming the girls' dorm room behind her.

Her robe billowed behind her as she made her way out to the greenhouse as fast as possible. Professor Sprout was still informing the class of what they would be doing today and she was able to slip into the crowd of students.

She was out of breath and barely standing as she searched for her friend among the sea of students. She spotted him near the front of the group and gently began to make her way forward, hoping to get to him before Sprout had finished talking. She placed a hand on his arm causing him to look at her. He gave her a large smile before turning back to their professor. Once all the students were allowed to go about today’s lesson they turned to each other.

“You’re so lucky that we had herbology this morning,” Neville tells her.

“Don’t even, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if it had been Snape’s class.” She shudders at the thought, making Neville laugh.

“You know you’re really dramatic,” He teases.

“You know you would’ve acted the same way if you were in my position so I don’t want to hear it,” She sasses back.

Another smile graces his face and he responds, “You know you're lucky that I like you, Audrey.”

“Oh, so we are doing full names now huh?” She says.

Before he gets a chance to respond she’s turning towards the plants laid out on the table. They work in silence next to each other tending to the plants. At one point Neville turns to her to ask a question and stops when he notices her hair. Her brown hair that is normally laced with flowers is bare today. It shocks him ever so slightly because as long as he’s known her she’s never gone anywhere without flowers in her hair. He’s watched her run late for important events and still take the time to intricately place flowers throughout her hair.

Not long after Professor Sprout dismisses the class and the students file out of the greenhouse and make their way back towards the caste. When Rey turns to look for her friend he is nowhere to be seen, so she heads to her next class hoping he will catch up eventually because she doesn’t want to risk being late again today.

She takes her seat near the back of the class and pulls out her transfiguration textbook. As she places her quill next to it she hears someone sit down next to her. She turns to see a red-faced Neville who seems to be panting just as bad as she was earlier.

“Where’d you go?” She asks.

“I um stopped to get some flowers,” He manages.

“Ooh, who’s the lucky lady?” Her eyes twinkle as she teases him. His face turns a darker shade of red which she didn’t know was possible.

“Actually, they are for you.” He places the small red flowers on the desk in front of them.

“Me?” She gapes at the flowers strewn about the desk. After all these years of friendship and he’s giving her flowers. She never thought she would see the day that she would be on the receiving end of such a thoughtful gift.

“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t have any in your hair. So I thought I would get you some.” He reaches for the nearest flower and gently places it in her hair.

Her smile grows wider at the gesture and her face flushes. Sure it wasn’t the grand romantic gesture she thought it had been originally but it was still touching.

“Thank you, Neville, I love them.” She pulls him in for a tight hug before quickly adorning her hair with the rest of the bright red flowers. She isn’t quite sure what kind they are but she never gets the chance to ask as class begins.

After class, they walk side by side towards the great hall. They reach the Gryffindor table and sit next to a few of the Weasleys and Harry Potter. Neville joins the boys in a conversation on the ridiculous amount of homework that was assigned for transfiguration, causing Audrey to turn towards the youngest Weasley.

“They should stop complaining and just start working on it already.” She huffs.

“I know, it would save them so much time and stress. And god knows it would save me from killing them when they won’t stop complaining about how they don’t have enough time to finish it,” Ginny complains.

“I think I’ve learned to just drown it out. It’s not even worth our time fighting with them over it because they never listen and it’s the same thing every time,” She replies.

“I know, I know. Anyway besides your apparent stack of homework how were your classes?”

“It was fine, I was late to herbology and Neville brought me flowers to put in my hair since I was running late.”

Ginny stops to look at me, her mouth hanging open slightly. She fiddles with one of the flowers in her hair as she waits for her friend to say something.

“He brought you flowers?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I mean not exactly what I thought at first but it was still nice.” She smiles while pulling at the ends of her hair.

“Wait, hold up! You mean you wanted him to bring you flowers. Like a full ass bouquet?” Her eyes dart between the two Gryffindors sitting next to her. She still looks just as shocked and Audrey can’t help but laugh at her expression.

“I mean it wouldn't have said no if he offered them to me.” She shrugs.

“Don’t kill me but do you have a crush on him?” She whispers. Audrey gives her a small nod in response causing the red-haired girl to freak out.

Grabbing her friend by the hand Ginny drags her out of the great hall and straight to their common room. Once she’s forced her to sit on one of the couches she starts pacing.

“I always knew he liked you but you, you I was never quite sure about. I mean you’re so nice to everyone and it was hard to tell if you were just being nice or if you were interested in him.” The red-haired girl’s voice grows louder after each word until Audrey has to shush her

“I mean yeah why wouldn't I like him. He’s so sweet and caring and he’s always been there for me.” She smiles at the ground as she scuffs her shoe into the carpet.

“Audrey Winchester you need to tell me everything right now. When did this start? Why didn’t you tell me before? And most importantly when are you going to do something about it?” The younger girl is out of breath before she’s even done asking her questions.

“Gin, come on it’s no big deal and please sit down before you pass out.”

“Fine but only if you tell me everything.”

“Okay, okay, I mean Nev and I have been friends since we were kids. We knew each other growing up, started Hogwarts together, and even got sorted into the same house. You could almost say it was bound to happen. I mean geez Gin, he loves to grow flowers and take care of plants and I love wearing them in my hair. It’s like a match made in freaking heaven.”

“Then go do something about it before someone else locks him down cause honey I’ve seen some people looking at him and you might not have much time left to make a move,” She urges.

“I don’t know how to. Like what am I supposed to do walk up to him and be like hey childhood friend wanna be more than friends?” Audrey mocks while wiggling her eyebrows. This causes Ginny to laugh and before they know it both girls are laughing so hard that tears blur their vision.

The portrait hole swings open and both turn to look at who it is through their laughter induced tears. A majority of the boys from lunch have filed in to lounge around before classes start up again for the day.

“What happened here?” Harry asks looking between both girls who can’t seem to keep it together.

“Oh nothing,” Audrey says with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Ginny stands and takes a few steps towards Neville. “You’ve got a good one don’t let her slip away,” She tells him while giving him a pat on the back that leaves him breathless. He takes a minute to stare at her, surprised that such a small girl could be so strong. 

“Ginny Weasley!” Audrey shrieks when she registers the comment.

“What?” Neville asks, confused as ever. Harry and Ron shrug before flopping down on the chairs closest to the fire.

“I think that might be a hint,” Fred says while giving him a playful shove.

“I do believe it was,” George agrees before shoving Neville back towards his twin.

“Can someone please explain this to me?” He asks. His plea is met with a silence which leaves him feeling discouraged.

“Hey, Nev, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a lovely day out,” Audrey suggests while tugging at his arm. He follows behind her silently as everyone gives him a thumbs up. He shoots them a questioning look and they all just smile back.

The hand that is holding his wrist slowly loosens. In a moment of courage, she lets her hand slide down to his. They take a few steps with her hand lightly covering his, both unsure of what to do. Eventually, he turns his hand and intertwines their fingers. When he turns to look at her she is already smiling at him.

As they make their way outside Neville breaks the silence, “I think red flowers look really nice in your hair.”

The compliment warms her face and she smiles at the ground. Her free hand comes up to tug at the ends of her hair again. Something she finds herself doing much too often around her friend. A group of girls a year below them walks past them and one of the girls waves at Neville. Her face heats up as her friends giggle at her and they all rush away before Audrey or Neville have a chance to react.

The gears in Audrey’s mind are spinning. The words she shared with Ginny not so long ago bob to the surface. She had thought it was a blatant lie before. Something that the ginger girl had said to get her to make a move on her childhood friend. Yet, seeing how the girl looked so infatuated with him she knew it was true, she wasn’t the only one vying for his attention.

Turning to her friend she finally started to register the way he was looking at her. The way that his face lit up when he looked at her and how he hadn’t even noticed the other girls shy advances. That was all she needed to finally make the move that she had been waiting for him to make all these years.

She took a step towards him and looked up into his eyes. A variety of emotions flashed in his eyes and it made her feel all the more confident. Taking the final step she summons all her Gryffindor courage and stands up on the top of her toes and gently places a kiss on his lips. Pulling back she let the heels of her feet sink back into the grass. Without a second thought, Neville’s arm makes its way around her waist, pulling her in for another kiss. When they finally break apart he tucks her into his side, his arm never leaving her. 

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime?” Neville asks.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that,” She responds. He leans down placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and she buries her face into his shirt.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” He tells her.

“I know it took us long enough, so let’s not waste another minute.” And with that, they share another kiss before heading down to the lake to spend the rest of the afternoon together.

[tots-n-chocs]

‘Acrophobia’

Fandom: Venom (movie 2018)

Ship: Symbrock (Eddie/Venom)

Tags: Fluff, Stargazing, These losers are adorable but their banter is hilarious too, Venom tries to work on Eddie’s fear of heights, He goes about it all wrong, But maybe it works out OK in the end, Symbiote cuddles.

AO3 Link: [Here!]

(My other Symbrock fic: ‘Skin-Deep’)

(Please leave a kudos or a comment on the AO3 version if you enjoyed it <3 thanks! Happy Valentines!)

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The stars had never seemed so bright, so close, so... beautiful. Despite the racing of his heart and the shaking in his legs, that much Eddie could admit. But still...

“I- uh- I don’t see why you think that exposing me to heights is gonna get rid of my fear. It’s one of those... those kinds of ‘so you don’t die’ fears. Evolutionary. Y’know?” Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as a cold, fierce gust of wind blew straight through his thin sleeping t-shirt. He shivered more violently, trying to will his legs to move backwards, but Venom had locked them in place at the edge of the building.

I thought this was called Exposure Therapy, a reply rumbled into his mind, with something almost like an internal huff, so you’d learn to ignore your broken human evolution and remember that I would never let you die.

That’s not really how it works! Eddie tried to yell internally, his throat closed with fear.

Venom’s irritation at the situation buzzed in the back of Eddie’s head. Sometimes it was easy to forget that everything the symbiote had learned of humanity was from his previous hosts at the lab, Eddie himself, or the terrible television he watched while Eddie slept. Even when he grasped a concept, he sometimes didn't fully appreciate that there was a deeper meaning, social constructs to consider, or that what applied to one human may not apply to another. He was getting better, but it was so much for an alien to learn in such a short amount of time that he occasionally fucked up. Like right now.

Eddie swallowed thickly and opened his eyes a crack, feeling his stomach clench at the sight of the lights of cars moving around like tiny glowing insects far, far below him. At least Venom had taken them to a roof so high up that nobody would be able to see him standing there on the edge. He didn’t know how he’d have explained ‘no, I don’t want to kill myself, but my symbiote partner who lives inside me thought he could cure my phobia by making me experience my fear in the middle of the night’ to the police.

Is that not a good enough explanation? The deep voice was almost apologetic in tone, and Eddie felt a slightly guilty shifting feeling below his chest. I thought this would help. The show I watched on fears said this would help, Eddie.

His legs moved on their own, retreating him back into the middle of the roof and he let out a relieved breath.

Venom moving his limbs was a sensation he was gradually getting used to; it felt like when he’d wake up with a numb arm because he’d slept on it funny, and he’d move it around to get the blood flowing back into it again, even though he couldn’t feel the sensation itself. (He’d given the same explanation to Anne once when she’d asked how it felt when Venom piloted his body without covering him, but judging by her expression it wasn’t a particularly good analogy.)

Wrong train track again Eddie.

Eddie made an impatient shushing sound, fighting a sudden smile, the familiar jab and reaction from them both tapping into something comfortable and stable that helped to push his pulse-racing fear away. He'd tried to explain the phrase ‘train of thought’ to Venom one lazy afternoon after getting annoyed at himself for letting his mind wonder while he should have been working. Venom had since taken to pointing out when Eddie’s thoughts were ‘on the wrong train track’ – not quite the correct use of the phrase, but he knew what he meant. Didn’t mean he appreciated his easily distracted nature being pointed out all the time.

Eddie shook his head, returning to his symbiote’s confusion.

“I mean, if your fear is- like- spiders or something, I’ve heard that holding them can help, but I don’t think waking up in the middle of the night standing on the edge of a building is quite the same, V.” His voice still ringed with a note of fear, but now that he was away from the ledge, he was feeling considerably calmer.

No reply came, but a guilty shifting fluttered in his chest that made Eddie feel like he’d swallowed butterflies. He coughed lightly in an involuntary response to try and ease the strange sensation and placed his palm over his heart. “The thought was there,” he conceded softly.

Quiet.

Oh, Venom was definitely feeling bad.

Something heavy sat in Eddie’s gut.

He sighed and slowly lowered himself onto the middle of the concrete roof so that he was lying flat on his back, like he did when he was meditating.

What are you doing? Don’t you want to go back?

“Well, yeah, but I figured since we're here now anyway and the sky is so clear we could do a bit of star-gazing or something,” he said sincerely, laying his hands on his stomach. “Besides, I can’t see how high up we are from here. I’ll just pretend we’re on the ground.”

Hm, Venom didn’t sound convinced, you’ve never been interested in stars before. Why would you want to look at them now?

He considered this for a moment before replying with a soft, “Compromise.”

No, he didn’t really want to be high above the city at who-knows-how-late-o’clock, but there they were anyway. The memory of the appreciation and peace Venom had felt when they’d been on top of the network building when they’d first met hummed back to him in echoes. ‘Your world is not so ugly after all’ he’d admitted softly. To an alien that lived amongst the vastness of the universe, heights really must be no big deal. If anything, Venom seemed to like them, especially when it showed off the lights of San Francisco glinting through the darkness like a universe at his feet.

Eddie knew his fear must seem so confusing and unnecessary, especially when it went against everything Venom kept on telling him about catching him and never letting him get hurt. He didn’t want Venom to think that his fear was a result of a lack of trust. He knew his partner would never, ever let him fall without catching him – he had Eddie’s infinite and unshakable trust. But something that ran so deep was hard to just switch off.

A low hum of understanding made the hairs on Eddie’s arms stand on end and he smiled goofily at the sky, letting out a breath of air that was nearly a laugh. Every time they truly came to an understanding with each other it felt like their heart was too big for their chest, pumping life and love love love around their body. Although they were a ‘we’ more than they were ‘Eddie or Venom’ they were still two individual souls in one body – they were bound to disagree and misunderstand each other. They’d had vastly different experiences in life to shape them into who they were. But when those souls were in synchrony with each other, it felt so amazing and so natural that Eddie wondered how he’d ever felt any kind of closeness with a human being.

“You should have just asked, V. Never mind what the TV said. I think that stuff’s bad for you, I should sell it and just buy you a load of books or something.”

The vibrations from Venom’s rumbling laughter ran all the way through Eddie, right into his toes. Empty threats, Eddie. We know how much you love the reruns of your ‘Gilmore Girls’.

Eddie sighed dramatically, though he couldn’t quite push away the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Damn, you got me there. Fine. The TV stays.”

No matter how many times you re-watch it, Lorelai and Luke still won’t get married.

“Oh, owch, you really went there?! Straight for the jugular, man, why would you say that?” Eddie groaned loudly, though he could barely hear himself over laughter so low and continuous it was practically a purr. “I thought we would have this romantic look at the stars together, why would you hurt me in this way.”

“Would never hurt you Eddie.” Venom’s voice was right below his ear, close enough to feel the light touch of teeth against his skin. “We can be romantic.”

Eddie hadn’t even noticed how cold the concrete had been through the thin material of the shirt he slept in until the gritty hard coolness against his back was replaced with something considerably more comfortable, as his whole body was lifted slightly to accommodate the solid, yet strangely soft, warm and impossibly broad chest of Venom. Two thick, huge arms gently wrapped around his middle so that he was now lying on Venom’s chest, encased in his arms. Safe. Loved. Treasured.

Teeth nipped gently at his ear again and Eddie sighed contentedly, letting his whole body relax into the embrace.

It was nice to be physically close like this, plus it took away all the chill of the night-time wind.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Venom was so comfy, and Eddie could feel both his own happiness and a warm, happy glow that wasn’t his. He thought that being able to vaguely grasp Venom’s feelings was a little bit like an ‘emotional echo’. Something that did and didn’t belong to him; the pleasure of being held and the pleasure of doing the holding.

“Your Earth stars are very boring,” Venom declared, making Eddie open his eyes – he’d nearly fallen asleep.

“What?”

“They only shine with a few colours through your toxic atmosphere. And they’re so small.”

Eddie resisted the urge to laugh, always amused by how much Venom resented Earth’s oxygen just because he couldn’t breathe it, and he frowned playfully. “Hey, you leave our stars alone. They do a good job.” He paused and lines creased his forehead as he considered something else the symbiote had said. “Wait…. Stars are only one colour, right? What do you mean, they only shine with a ‘few’?”

“Like this.”

Eddie blinked and yelped. He would probably have fallen off Venom if his strong arms hadn’t been holding him tightly. The sky had been pretty before – distant stars shining with a white light – but now it was absolutely glorious. Greens and pinks sparkled in an ocean of shifting blues, and they were everywhere, the sky was full of them, even thought they were still very distant and very tiny. It was like looking straight into a galaxy from a movie. “Shit,” Eddie breathed in awe, “how…?”

“Made your eyes like mine,” Venom rumbled gently beside Eddie’s ear. It made him shiver and he could feel the toothy grin in response.

“Wow.” Eddie tilted his head a little, his cheek pressing into Venom’s. “Love you, V,” he whispered.

The reply vibrated in his mind, through his whole being, I love you too, Eddie. Always.

He smiled and laughed as Venom’s very wet tongue slid across his chin and up his cheek. “Ew, V!” He squirmed, but Venom only held him tighter, his claws pin-points of pressure at his sides. Amusement bounced between them in their emotional echo space again.

Once Venom’s tongue had retreated, leaving a trail of drool drying on his skin (again), there was a pause while Eddie enjoyed lying in Venom’s arms, and looking at stars he could never even have imagined, until he said, “That cluster of stars looks like a dog. With a wonky leg.”

“Mmm.”

“Seriously? Does everything make you hungry?”

“Those stars look like a lung.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eddie laughed.

“Hungry, Eddie.”

“Ok, ok, let’s go home.”

With another blink his vision returned to normal. Venom squeezed him even tighter and then retreated under his skin, using tendrils to push Eddie upright gently to his feet.

Without Venom’s bulk holding him close Eddie shivered as the wind cut through his thin clothing again, until black seeped out of his skin and hugged his torso, shielding him from the cold. Whether he was in a humanoid shape or not, the warmth he felt in his chest was the same.

Shall I get us down? Or are we using the lift?

Eddie ran a hand over the shifting, liquid like mass covering him as he glanced back up at the sky. It was starting to look a little lighter on the horizon, was the sun going to rise soon? They needed to get back. He bit his lip as he considered something crazy. His whole body was still thrumming with happiness and contentment.

“Y’know what… maybe your exposure therapy worked… I think I’m going to do what you said last time,” Eddie began.

There was a spike of glee across their bond, and Venom’s form rippled beneath his hand. Last time?

“Yeah. When we were up like this before you said ‘jump’.” Eddie took a huge breath and ran towards the edge of the building, pushing all thoughts of heights and falling and death out of his mind and just let trust and love fill him. “Catch me!” he yelled into the rushing wind as his foot shoved him off the roof, leaping into the void of nothing but air.

Always.

[steveshcrringtons]

Holding Out For a Hero - Pt. 2

pairing: Steve Harrington x OC (Kat Henderson) eventually

warning(s): uhhhh….none I think. I guess language 

Word count: 3157

Author’s Note: I’m so completely in love with this pairing. It took forever, but I finally got around to writing part 2! I hope everyone likes it like I do. 

tagging: @billy--hargroves​

Summary: Kat Henderson gets sucked into the world of the interdimensional once again because of her little brother. However, this time she’s also got to deal with none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington.    

How Kat ended up walking with Dustin and Steve on a railroad track, laying down pieces of meat for Dustin’s pet Demogogon to come eat was beyond her. It was one of the strangest things she had ever had to experience, and that was including the fact that she had made conversation willingly with Steve. She and Steve had never been ones to willingly talk to each other, and that was hard to do since she was best friends with his sister, Charlie, but they tried to not cross their paths. Kat hadn’t spoken to Steve since Tina’s Halloween party when she followed him out after his fight with Nancy. It was the first time that Kat had ever willingly crossed her path with Steve, and it came back to bite her in the ass once she spoke negatively about Nancy. Who would’ve thought that even after the look of heartbreak she put on that boy’s face that he’d still defend her honorably. He went off on her that night, and Kat decided that she wasn’t going to stick her neck out for Steve Harrington ever again.

“Alright, so let me get this straight,” Steve started, breaking Kat from her thoughts as the three walked down the tracks, “You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl...who you just met?” He finished, throwing down some meat on the ground.

“Alright, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.” Dustin defended.

Kat could see where her brother was coming from in wanting to use Dart to impress this girl. She would’ve thought it was sweet if the thing hadn’t eaten their cat.

“I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve questioned.

Kat rolled her eyes at the question. He clearly wasn’t understanding the reasoning behind why Dustin wanted to keep Dart.

“An interdimensional slug? Because it’s awesome.” Dustin answered causing Kat to smirk slightly as she threw down a few pieces of meat.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t. I-I just...I don’t know. I feel like you’re trying way too hard.” Steve stated.

Kat clenched her jaw as her eyes snapped over to the back of Steve’s head, her eyes narrowing into a glare as she stared at his stupid head of hair.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin sassed.

Kat frowned, her eyes moving to her brother before looking down at the ground. She could hear the disappointment laced in her brother’s voice as he spoke to Steve. She really felt for her brother. She could understand that it wasn’t easy for him to talk to girls, he had never really been comfortable doing so, and she really wished she could help, but she knew that he’d never go to his big sister for help in that department.

“It’s not about the hair, man. The key with girls is just...acting like you don’t care.” Steve explained.

Kat’s head nearly snapped off her body as she lifted it to look at Steve, “Excuse me?” She asked, confused.

“Even if you do?” Dustin asked, ignoring Kat’s comment as if she wasn’t even there.

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.”

Kat scoffed at his words, “Yeah, how well did that work out with Nancy?” She mumbled, knowing that Steve would hear her.

She raised her eyebrows at him when he turned around to send her a glare. She could feel the anger behind his eyes as he looked at her. Good. Stop teaching my brother things that aren’t true.

“Then what?” Dustin asked, turning Steve’s attention back to him.

“You just wait until, uh…” He turned around to drop some meat on the ground, his eyes locking with Kat’s for a moment, “Until you feel it.” He finished as he turned back around.

“Feel what?”

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel like this, uh, electricity, you know?” He tried to explain.

“Oh my God. Harrington, no.” Kat groaned, knowing the direction in which he was headed.

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field, when the clouds in the atmosphere--” Dustin rambled, causing Kat to giggle at his innocence.

“No, no, no, no, no. Like a...like a sexual electricity.” Steve explained.

“Oh.” Dustin replied.

“Harrington!” Kat yelled angrily.

Dustin turned around to look at his sister, “Shush, Kat.”

Steve smirked over his shoulder at Kat before speaking, “Yeah, Kitty Kat. It’s guy talk.”

Kat glared at both of them before angrily throwing a chunk of meat down on the tracks. She grumbled to herself as they continued walking, Dustin and Steve going back to the conversation like Kat wasn’t even there.

“You feel that, and then you make your move.” Steve finished, pointing a rubber gloved finger at Dustin.

“So, that’s when you kiss her?” Dustin asked curiously.

Kat had to bite her tongue to keep her mouth shut. She could tell how curious Dustin was about these things. Since their dad wasn’t in the picture anymore, Dustin didn’t really have an older male role model to look up to and ask questions to. Kat tried to be there as much as she could to help him with things he needed, but she knew there were just some things he wasn’t going to ask her and needed to talk to another guy for. She just wished that it wasn’t Harrington.

“No, whoa whoa. Slow down, Romeo. Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a...I don’t know, like a lion.” Steve explained, Dustin practically hanging on his every word, “But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a...like a ninja.”

Dustin was silent for a moment before he spoke again, “What type is Nancy?”

Kat’s ears perked up slightly before she turned her attention to Steve, waiting to hear his response,

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.” Steve stated.

Kat scoffed again lightly before shaking her head. She could clearly hear the hurt in his voice as he spoke before she sighed. She couldn’t believe that even still, knowing that she had pretty much gone off with Jonathan after she dumped Steve, he would still talk about her like she was so amazing.

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.” Dustin stated.

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.” Steve replied.

Kat rolled her eyes, “That’s a hell of a way to phrase it.” She grumbled as she tossed a piece of meat to the ground, shaking her head.

“But this girl’s special too, you know. It’s just, like, something about her.” Dustin spoke.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.” Steve put his hand up at Dustin’s shoulder, stopping him from continuing.

“What?” Dustin asked.

Kat came to a stop standing beside the two as she listened to what Steve was about to say, knowing that it wasn’t going to be anything that she was going to like.

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” Steve asked.

“Uh, no. No.” Dustin stated, nervously.

“Okay, good. Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“She’s only going to break your heart, and you’re too young for that shit.” Steve said, almost sadly, as he started walking again.

When he finished his sentence, he briefly looked over at Kat, and she was able to see the look of hurt on his face before he turned back away and looked at the ground. She wanted to feel for him, but her mind drifted to the Halloween party, and she remembered how he went off on her for trying to help, and she quickly shook off the feeling before continuing down the path.

The three of them walked in silence for a few moments, tossing meat down as they did so before Steve spoke once more.

“Fabergè.” He stated.

“What?” Dustin asked.

Steve pointed a finger to his hair, “It’s Fabergè Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair is damp, it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

Kat stifled a giggle when he mentioned the spray. She knew that he had to put a lot of effort into his hair for it to look like that every day, but she didn’t know the extent to which it went.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” She managed to get out with a small giggle.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett.” Steve stopped walking, turning toward her and Dustin, “You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Hendersons, do you understand?” He asked looking between the siblings.

“Yup.” Dustin replied, nodding his head.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Kat stated with another giggle as she gave him a mock salute.

***

The three finally made it to the junkyard where the plan was going to be executed. Kat went off instantly to put down her bucket of meat, tired of carrying it so far, leaving Steve to talk to Dustin. Eventually, Lucas showed up with some red haired girl that Kat didn’t know. However, by the expression on Dustin’s face at her showing up with Lucas, it was clear that this was the girl that he had been trying to impress. She started to get to work barricading the bus after she introduced herself to Max. The girl seemed quiet, but nice, and Kat could see what Dustin saw in her.

A loud bang, cut Kat from her thoughts as she turned to where it had come from to see Steve yelling at Dustin and Lucas,

“Hey, dickheads! How come the only one helping me is this random girl and Kat?” He questioned angrily, “Come on, we lose light in forty minutes!” He ordered causing Dustin and Lucas to grumble and yell back at him.

Kat rolled her eyes before she continued on her course of barricading the bus, trying to ignore the fact that it was the first time in a long time that Steve hadn’t called her Kitty Kat.

***

The darkness of night had come faster than Kat was anticipating, and she couldn’t help the anxious feeling in her chest at what was to come...if it even came at all. She was sitting across from Steve on the bus, watching as he played with his lighter. Dustin was pacing next to her, making her nerves higher than they already were.

“So you really fought one of these things before?” Max asked quietly, looking at Steve from her seat. Steve nodded in response as he flicked his lighter closed again, “And you’re like, totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear.” Dustin snapped. Kat and Steve both turned their heads to look at Dustin, slightly shocked, “Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.”

“Dustin!” Kat scolded angrily.

Max shook her head as she stood up from her seat, going to the ladder, “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” She muttered as she climbed the ladder, joining Lucas on top of the bus.

“That’s good. Just show her you don’t care.” Steve praised.

“Shut your damn mouth, Harrington. You will not praise my brother for acting like an asshole.” Kat snapped.

“I don’t care.” Dustin stated. Steve winked in response, “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.”

Kat could have slapped Steve if she was close enough. She couldn’t believe Dustin would act like that, Steve’s advice or not. She knew he had a small temper sometimes, but he never acted this way before. She was broken from her thoughts by a loud growling before she hurried to the other side of the bus to look out the window with Steve and Dustin.

“You see him?” Dustin asked.

“No.” Kat and Steve replied at the same time.

“Lucas, what’s going on?!” Dustin yelled.

“Hold on!” Lucas replied, “I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!”

Kat’s eyes searched around for where Lucas was talking about before her eyes landed on something in the fog, and she was able to see it plain as day. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She froze as she watched it near the pile of meat,

“He’s not taking the bait.” Kat stated.

“Why is he not taking the bait?” Steve asked Dustin.

“Maybe he’s not hungry.”

“Maybe he’s sick of cow.”

There was a pause from Steve before he stood back, drawing Kat and Dustin’s attention. Kat’s heart was pounding in her ears as she registered what was happening.

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin asked.

Kat hurried over to him, grabbing his hand to stop him from moving, “Harrington, don’t you even think about it.” She managed to ignore the tingling in her hand as she grabbed his, “You’re not going out there.”

His eyes drifted down to their hands before he lifted them and put his free hand on Kat’s arm, “I’ll be okay.” He stated before he pulled his hand free and looked over at Dustin, “Just get ready.” He instructed as he tossed the lighter to the younger Henderson as he grabbed his bat, walking out the bus door.

“Harrington!” Kat whisper yelled as she followed him to the door, “Harrington, no!”

Kat was breathing heavily as he eased his way off the bus, Dustin closing the door behind him. She was glued to the window, watching him hesitantly walk through the grass. She was clutching onto the seat so hard, she thought her nails were going to break through the padding. When he whistled, she gripped it harder.

“Come on, Buddy.” Steve called, whistling more.

Max climbed down the ladder, standing in between Dustin and Kat, “What’s he doing?” She asked.

“Expanding the menu.” Dustin replied.

“Come on. Dinner time. Human tastes better than cat, I promise.” Steve encouraged as he looked toward the Demodog.

“He’s insane.” Max stated as she stared out the window.

“He’s awesome.” Dustin corrected.

“No, he’s suicidal.” Kat commented, her eyes never leaving Steve.

After a moment of silence, Lucas started to shout from the top of the bus, “Steve! Watch out!”

“A little busy here!” Steve called back.

Kat’s heart was in her throat as she looked around to see what Lucas was yelling about. Her eyes were quick to land on more Demodogs coming up from behind Steve.

“Three o’clock! Three o’clock!” Lucas shouted.

Dustin sprinted toward the door yelling for Steve and to abort. He opened the bus, calling him back. Kat was quick to yell out the window,

“Come on, Harrington! Get your ass back here!” She yelled.

One of the Demodogs started making noises, causing Steve’s attention to turn to it. It’s face opened up and it started charging at Steve. Kat let out a small scream as she watched. The Demodog lunged at him, and he rolled onto the hood of a car before he set himself and swung his nail bat, connecting with another. Everyone called for him to come back to the bus. Kat was quick to move the kids out of the danger zone as he ran toward the door. Once he was in, she closed the door before the creature hit it. Dustin yelled as everyone clamored backwards.

Kat quickly grab a hold of Steve, checking him everywhere to make sure he was okay, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” She asked quickly.

“I’m okay, Henderson.” He stated as he moved her out of the way to barricade the door as Max started yelling.

“Okay, are those things rabid or something?!” She yelled.

They all screamed as the bus was shaken by one of the monsters before another was able to get its arm through the door and start to try to get inside. Kat quickly ushered the kids to the back area of the bus while Steve took care of the one at the front,

“Everyone get behind me!” Kat yelled, making sure the kids were safe.

Dustin started to call into his headset for backup, but Kat knew it was no use. They hadn’t answered in the past day, nobody was going to answer now. Kat stood next to Max at the back of the bus before there was a loud banging above them, as if something was walking on top of the bus. They all looked up to see one of the Demodogs putting itself in their line of sight. It opened its face and let out a loud growl before Max and Kat both screamed.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Steve shouted as he pushed the two of them along with Dustin and Lucas back away from the opening, “You want some? Come get this!” He shouted, ready to strike if needed.

The monster suddenly stopped before looking off in the distance and taking off, shaking the bus once more as it left. Everyone was silent before they rushed to the front, slowly opening the door with Steve leading the group. In the distance, there were two remaining creatures running off to follow the rest. Kat stayed behind, ready to grab the kids if needed.

“What happened?” Lucas asked as he crept down the stairs.

“I don’t know.” Max replied.

“Steve scared them off.” Dustin suggested.

“No.” Steve stated before he turned, bat on his shoulder, “No way. They’re going somewhere.” He answered.

That was all Kat needed to push her way through the three children before making her way over to Steve. The sound of the slap was loud enough to know exactly what happened before anyone registered what had happened.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Kat screamed at him.

He had dropped the bat from his shoulder before he reached a hand up to touch the cheek her hand connected with, “What the hell, Katherine?!”

Kat was so angry, it didn’t even click in her head that he had called her by her full name. She was furious, but mostly she was scared.

“You could’ve been killed!” She yelled, pushing him slightly, “You’re not a hero, Steve!” She was fully aware that she was making a scene in front of the kids, but she couldn’t help it. He had scared her half to death, and she needed him to know that he was a dumbass for what he did.

“Careful, Kat, it’s starting to sound like you care.” Steve stated, a small smirk on his face.

Kat clenched her jaw before scoffing and shaking her head as she backed away from him. She couldn’t believe him right now. She walked over to her brother to try and calm herself down. They had bigger things to deal with right now; bigger things she needed to be worried about. The last thing she needed to worry about was Steve Harrington.

Show him that you don’t care.

Because she didn’t. Katherine Henderson definitely did not care about Steve Harrington.  

[theonewiththefanfics]

Loopy Love (one-shot)

Synopsis: Sebastian has finally come back home, but instead of finding his fiance waiting for him at the airport, he gets some bad news.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, mby minor swearing

Genre: flooooffff

Word count: 2317

   Sebastian was ecstatic. He had just landed in JFK after three months of filming ‘I Tonya’, finally being able to go home, rest, but most of all, enjoy his time with his soon-to-be wife Y/N. A giant smile appeared on his face as he went towards the greeting area, thinking how she’d be there, probably in her pj’s, as it was two in the morning, a groggy look on her face, yet feet bouncing from excitement.    The slide doors opened to reveal a small group of fans and he gladly went over to them signing autographs and taking pictures. There were even a couple of paparazzi, but the flashing lights didn’t matter much to him at that moment.    “Have you guys seen Y/N?” he asked the gathered people, only to receive shakes of heads and some turns as they looked around the terminal.    Sebastian frowned since he had clearly talked to her only a few minutes before his flight took off, and even though he had told the woman to stay at the apartment, she insisted on coming to get him. He checked his phone, but there were no calls no texts.    “Maybe she’s in Starbucks?” one younger girl suggested.    His small smile broke into a grin and a laugh. That was how they had met, or more so re-connected. Sebastian had physically knocked her over, spilling piping hot coffee on a woman’s white blouse. But when he had started to profusely apologise, telling how he’d get it dry-cleaned and he would buy the stranger a new shirt, instead of the usual response you get from people in New York, there was no yelling. Soft palms cupped his unshaven cheeks bringing their eyes to meet.    “Holy shit, Y/N?” he had breathed out.    “I think it should be holy shit Sebastian Stan,” she had chuckled in response before he engulfed her in a giant bear hug.    “I’m sticky already, don’t need your sweat on me,” Y/N laughed at him and their state as her grip around the man’s shoulders tightened, not caring about his dirty workout clothes pressing against her.    When they pulled back, all thoughts about the ruined blouse or the fact she was going to be late to a meeting had escaped her mind, every fibre focusing on the man in front. “I think we need to catch up, Hollywood.”    “Yeah,” he gave her a breathless response, as his blue eyes roamed over the woman who had been his best friend in high school and also he'd had the biggest crush on her for years, “fuck, yeah we do.”

   And then things sorta happened from there. He had very nervously asked her out, having woken her up in the middle of the night, barging in her apartment to which she had given him a spare key and practically shouting the question at her, scaring the woman to death. After a few minutes when Y/N had felt her heart was not going in cardiac arrest she punched Sebastian with one of the plush pillows that surrounded the bed, until they both fell back, white sheets engulfing the pair and laughter echoing through the room. His large arms had wrapped around the girl’s smaller frame, one palm setting on her bare waist, where her t-shirt had ridden up and he drew slow circles against the skin. They had fallen asleep like that, entangled in one another’s limbs and as the morning sun broke over the New York City skyline, Sebastian had leant in pressing a kiss to Y/N’s nose right before she turned her head up and connected their lips.    “I didn’t know you were awake,” he mumbled, not at all complaining about the surprise.    “It’s kinda hard to sleep when people are ogling at you.”    “I wasn’t ogling, I was admiring.”    “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she pecked his lips once more, and muttered a quiet ‘creep’.    That had been the happiest day of the actor’s life. Up until he had proposed and she’d said yes. And it didn’t hurt that the fans absolutely adored her and them together. Of course, there were exceptions, but luckily they were few and far in-between, so he knew, that if Y/N was truly at the airport, she’d have had conversations with practically everybody.    “ ‘M sorry guys, but I have to go,” he said going to his calls and pressing Y/N’s number, but when he got no response, it made him increasingly worried.    He looked further through his contacts and found Anna’s number- Y/N’s editor and best friend. There was no way she didn’t know what had happened to his girl, they were practically attached to the hip during the final edits of Y/N’s upcoming sequel to her best-selling novel.    “Hey Seb,” she answered after the third ring. “What’s up?” a certain tone laced her words and the man wasn’t sure he liked it.    “Hi, yeah, where is Y/N? Is she okay? She said she’d be here to pick m-“ but his words were interrupted by a loud ‘woohoo’ and Anna shushing whoever it was.    “Was that Y/N?” he questioned further, hailing a cab and giving the man his home address.    “Uh, yeah, listen, so here’s the deal,” Anna spoke before moving away from the phone. ‘Y/N shut up, it’s the middle of the night’ was heard and then she returned to the call. “We are kinda sorta at the hospital.”    Sebastian’s blood instantly ran cold, his heart skipping a beat. “What? Why? What happened? Which hospital?”    “St. Mary’s. She’s fine, as you can hear,” and he did, as another loud ‘woo’ went through the phone. “Y/N started feeling very ill a few hours before your flight landed, so against her wishes I called an ambulance. Seriously stop it,” Anna said to what he could only imagine was Y/N misbehaving. “Her appendix burst. They did the operation, she’s fine, recovering, but I don’t know what they pumped into her, it’s like she’s on crack.”    Sebastian’s mind somewhat calmed down after hearing that everything was if not okay, then decent. “I’ll quickly put away the luggage and will be there in a few.”    “Yes, please,” Anna’s voice was almost desperate. He said goodbye with a chuckle and disconnected the call.    It took him less than an hour and a half to get home, quickly change and throw his stuff in the corner of the living room. In ten minutes Sebastian was stepping out of a cab and walking into St. Mary’s.    “Hi, I’m looking for a Y/N Y/L/N? She was admitted a few hours ago, burst appendix.”    The nurse looked through some stuff on the computer, before glancing back up at the man.    “Your relation to her?”    “Fiance.”    She hummed before clicking a few buttons.    “Room 482.”    “Thank you,” Sebastian quickly flashed her a smile and went on the search. A notification popped up on his phone that said ‘Y/IG/N’ was going live.    “Oh, no,” he mumbled pressing the screen to open it up.    The first thing he heard was a loud ‘I looooooove my boyfriend’. From the angle, the video was being taken he knew Anna was filming and you could clearly hear the other woman giggling.    “Really?” she asked Y/N. “And what do you love about him?”    “Everything,” the tone of her voice was as if she was saying ‘did you really just let that come out of your mouth’. “He’s perfect!” she threw her arms in the air and immediately cried out in pain. Sebastian cringed. He hated seeing the love of his life in any kind of discomfort. Whenever her periods rolled around cramps making the woman sometimes feel even nauseous, he did everything in his power to alleviate the hurt. Hot water bottles, rubbing her lower back and tummy, anything to help her feel better.    “Stop flailing around,” Anna scolded her and Y/N pouted in response.    “I love his eyes,” she suddenly continued as if nothing had happened. “Like, when I wake up and he wakes up it’s the first thing I see and I love it. I hope our kids have his eyes,” the loopy girl rambled on, making the man’s heart soar. They had talked about kids, but her voice was so confident so sure, he could feel nothing but love.    “I looooove his smile,” Y/N even groaned as she said it. “Don’t matter- half smile, smirk, or that big huge grin of his- he’s happy, I love it. Oh, and when his eyes wrinkle in the corners, it’s just the best.”    People had noticed the man in question had joined in on the live stream itself and they were chatting, sending messages, laughing emojis at him and Y/N. All the comments seemed to be incredibly positive and Sebastian smiled at it.    Anna had tagged him in a message making him snort. ‘please tell me you ain’t far’ it read.     ‘looking for the room. be there in 5’ he quickly typed back and stepped into the elevator.    “Hey, pretty nurse!” Y/N called out making his jaw drop at how she was basically cat-calling this poor woman. “Do you think this bed is big enough for two? My boyfriend is gonna be home and I wanna sleep next to him.”    Luckily the med staff seemed to be more amused rather than annoyed by her antics and actually played along.    “Miss Y/L/N, you need rest. He is welcome to visit and help to take care of you, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”    There was a loud whine as she threw her head back, Y/E/C eyes closed and what looked like tears rolling down her cheeks.    “But I wanna hug him. I haven’t hugged or kissed him in three months. I need to go to the airport and pick him up. I need to cuddle Seb.” At this point Y/N was full on crying, clutching tightly onto a white pillow and pressing her face in it. “I miss him,” Sebastian now heard it not only from his phone but in life as well. He rounded a corner and there she was, laying in a hospital bed and bawling her eyes out.    “It’s okay baby,” he chuckled, tears brimming his own eyes after finally seeing his girl, “I’m home. You can hug me anytime you want.”    “Sebby?” there was disbelief written across her features, but then it morphed into excitement and she tried to leap out of the bed.    “God, damn it, Y/N! Stop being an idiot!” Anna pushed the woman’s shoulders back to the sheets, but she kept struggling, making grabby hands at her boyfriend.    “You scared me, doll,” he muttered in her skin, the man’s nose hidden in the crook of her neck as he finally enveloped Y/N in his touch.    “ ‘M sorry baby. I told Anna I was fine to come and get you but she was an asshole.”    Her body shook with cries and he held onto her tighter until everything subsided, until suddenly Y/N, with a blank expression on her face, pushed him away and looked Sebastian over.    “You have a moustache,” she declared.    “Uh, yeah?” it came out more like a question than a statement. "You already knew that."    Y/N softly went to brush it over before her small palm completely covered his face pressing against it to create as much distance as possible.    “I don’t like it.”    “What?” the word was muffled by her covering his mouth.    “Lose the stash, Stan. Immediately”    Out of all the things that would come out of Y/N’s mouth this was the last he expected.    “Is it that bad?” he suppressed a smile seeing how her face turned into a frown. Her hand went to caress his cheek, the engagement ring glinting in the artificial lights.    “I want the scruff. Or a beard. Not the pedo-stache. Looks weird.” Suddenly she looked at Anna, who was still filming the whole thing. “I take it back, I don’t love everything about him, I hate that caterpillar above his lip.”    The phone he had clutched in his hands flooded with notifications, as the fans laughed their assess off and Sebastian himself couldn’t contain the joy.    “Whatever you want, darling. ‘M just glad you’re alright.”    Y/N removed her palm from his face. “Whatever I want?” an eyebrow shot up.    “Yes, honey. Anything.”    In a theatrical manner, she extended a finger. “One- you’re gonna stay here,” the girl showed her tongue to the nurse who could only roll her eyes, “two- I want fries. Now.”    “Tomorrow, baby. You know you can’t eat anything.”    “But I want them!” she whined pulling away from Sebastian and crossing her arms. “I hate you,” she pouted.    The actor sighed looking up at the white ceiling before glancing at Anna and the phone she was still holding.    “Why don’t you go home? Get some rest, I’ll call you when she’s back to normal.”    Y/N’s best friend snorted, but nodded, ending the Instagram live which had already gone viral and exiting the room, leaving Sebastian with his fiancée who was acting like a toddler. He talked to the nurse for a little while, getting all the info he needed in how to take care of the girl and her dietary restrictions for the next two weeks before they were left all alone.    “You really hate me?” there was nothing sad or hurtful in the way he said it, amusement glinting in his cerulean orbs while they took in Y/N. There were dark bags underneath her eyes and her skin had gotten paler than it usually was, having lost the colour from the pain, but to him, she was still beautiful.    “No,” she mumbled, extending her arms out. “I wanna snuggle.”    And Sebastian complied without a word, gently laying down on his side, arms sliding to the back of Y/N’s neck and tenderly pulling her to him.    “Sleep, baby. You need to rest.”    “Promise there’ll be fries when I wake up?”    “Promise.”

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For The Pack; Epilogue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Alpha!Baron Corbin/Alpha!Roman Reigns/Omega!Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday, welcome to our epilogue! Happy Thanksgiving! Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes, queen @writergrrrl29 and naturally, king captain @hardcorewwetrash! (Fingers crossed on the tags as always!) Enjoy!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of labor and pregnancy (non-graphic) and parental strife.]

[!WARNING!: This is of the Alpha/Beta/Omega variety and involves knotting.]

Six Years Later…

The kitchen was bustling with activity. Nia bumped your hip with her own as she passed by with another plate, offering you a grin. You gave her a broad smile in return and continued doggedly hacking away at the butternut squash. You weren’t particularly good at this sort of thing, but you’d asked for something to do while Roman made his rounds with Victor and Baron had sat you down at the table with a cutting board and a particularly stubborn squash.

“How’s the pulverizing going, cutie?” The taller Alpha asked from his spot at the counter, a smudge of flour coating his hair from where he’d tucked it back behind his ear.

“I feel like you set me up to fail.” You huffed, making Baron chuckle and shrug.

“Only a little. Look, we want you to relax, okay?” Baron eased the dented squash away from you and leaned a majority of his weight on the knife, finally splitting the produce down the middle. “You shouldn’t have to help. This is a day off for you, cutie.”

“But-”

“No buts!” Roman’s mother chimed in, already working on cutting the squash into smaller pieces. “You’ve earned a rest.”

You sighed in defeat and Baron kissed your forehead. “Love you.” He murmured.

Roman sidled up to the doorway, the baby propped on his hip closely watching his face. “Baron, someone wanted to say hello.” Roman said in a singsong tone, “Victor misses his Dada.”

“Hey there champ, who’s my little dude?” Baron reached out and the toddler latched firmly onto his index finger, making him gasp in mock surprise. “Uh oh, I’ve been caught!”

Sometimes you wondered who the actual child was as you watched Roman grin while Baron played with his son. “Is he giving you trouble, Roman?” You asked worriedly. “I can take him, if you need me to.”

Roman shook his head. “Nah, it’s just kind of crowded out there and he was thinking about having a meltdown. I figured a little breather, a little visit with Dada and then we could mingle again.”

“You’re pretty good at this for never having done it before.” Baron commented, swinging Victor’s hand back and forth gently.

“Man, I helped raise half the damn living room. Cousins, cousins of cousins.” Roman shifted in place, seeming a little bashful. “I like this stuff.”

“And he’s good at it, too.” Mrs. Reigns added with a fond smile at her son.

“Mom…” Roman groaned.

“Don’t you mom me, buster! I love you and I know your strengths better than anyone else. Shush.” Mrs. Reigns untied Baron’s apron and gave him a gentle push towards the doorway. “You boys go in there, make sure Jimmy and Jey aren't causing trouble. I need to have a talk with your mate for a minute.”

“But the squash...” Baron started to protest.

“Honey I have been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. Trust me, the squash will be fine. Take five minutes, enjoy some of the snacks.” Once Baron had reluctantly followed the other Alpha out of the room, Mrs. Reigns whirled on you. “Have you told them yet?!”

You shook your head. “I’m scared to.” You confessed, cringing at the look on her face. “I…what if it’s too much too soon?”

“Isn’t this what you and the boys wanted?” Mrs. Reigns’ eyes widened. “They didn’t hurt you, did they? Baron’s parents?”

“No, they ignored me. Ignored Victor too, because they don’t see him as Baron’s son.” Sadness threatened to close your throat. “We were going to stay overnight but we ended up leaving right after dinner. Roman was so angry about how they treated us he’s saying he doesn’t want to ever go back.”

“And Baron?” Mrs. Reigns pressed after a minute.

“He didn’t say anything the whole drive. He just held Victor’s hand. I don’t know what to do. I know he’ll respect my wishes if I say I don’t ever want to have to go through that again, but I don’t want to cut Baron off from his family.” You said helplessly. “He can’t deal with them alone. The way his parents get into his head about him not being able to have kids is criminal.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I don't know what to do.”

“I’d like to give his mother a piece of my mind. Maybe introduce his father to Roman’s father.” Mrs. Reigns grumbled. “Wish Baron would just slug him.”

“You and me both.” You agreed.

Mrs. Reigns hugged you tightly after a moment, then held your shoulders so she could look you in the eyes. “I'm proud of you for being considerate of your Alpha. You need to take care of yourself right now, though. I would say be gentle to him, and be gentler to you.” She sighed. “You're lucky to have found these boys, really. They're both so kind.”

“I would say you're biased, but I know better.” You tied on Baron's apron, smiling at the woman who had easily maneuvered her way into a maternal role in your life. “Okay, give me something else to do!”

“You never quit, do you?” Mrs. Reigns chuckled.

…

Baron retreated from the doorway with a hand over his mouth to muffle his startled noise, your words ringing in his ears.

He can't deal with them alone.

I don’t want to cut Baron off from his family.

He didn’t say anything the whole drive.

What if it’s too much too soon?

He walked unsteadily back into the living room, accepting his son from one of the many cousins and dropping onto the couch. Roman came over after a short period of time with a plate of crackers and fruit, and they took turns plying the little boy with new things to try (after it had been safely pulped, of course).

“So...what’s wrong?” Roman asked quietly.

Baron had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but Roman could always read him like an open book. “I…our mate. They don’t want to deal with my parents again, but they’re willing to do it for me. Our Omega, trying to protect me.” Baron shook his head. “They don’t want me to lose my parents, even though I barely interact with them anyhow. Even after how rude my dad was to you two and Victor.”

“And you, by extension.” Roman reminded him. Baron shrugged but Roman persisted, “You don’t get it. Him disrespecting us is him disrespecting you. He may do it indirectly because you’re huge and he’s scared, or it may be a separation tactic to make me and our Omega feel like we’re getting picked on so that we turn on you. I’m just a dumb jock, dunno’ about all this intelligent stuff, but the writing’s on the wall here.”

“I’m not about that Kobayashi Maru shit, Reigns. I like battles I can win.”

“We’re here for you, Big Banter.” Roman said firmly. “We did the same thing for our Omega's parents, remember? My family loves you both. And you gotta' admit, Reigns is a pretty badass last name. Maybe even better than Corbin.”

Baron looked wide-eyed at the other man, who just winked at him. It was common in a bond with two Alphas that they would keep their own last names, since neither would be able to agree on who got the honor of being first should they hyphenate. It was also extremely rare that one would wholly surrender their last name. Mr. and Mrs. Reigns were a strange exception (in more ways than one Baron mused). A wild idea struck him and he wondered whether he could get new jerseys at this point in the season.

Victor started to squeal loudly at the football game on television and Roman scooped the little boy up. “What's wrong, tough stuff?” Reigns glanced at the screen and then made a face. “Oh, we're raising a traitor. I see.”

“He rooting for the other team?” Baron shook his head in mock disappointment when Roman nodded. “Victor, I thought I taught you better. Remember, we only boo the 'Niners when Papa isn't in the room.”

“Hey!”

...

The car ride to Roman's parents house had been quiet. You and Roman had left Baron in peace with Victor, you didn’t prod him to talk and he would be forever grateful. Victor had grabbed his hand, gurgling happily and Baron felt like a fraud. It was like his dad had said, “He’s not your whelp.” Victor obviously didn’t care, of course. The little boy had stared back at him with that quizzical expression, dark brown eyes that looked too big for his face wide as he studied the large Alpha.

A massive part of their culture was allowing one's sire or dam to hold offspring. In the old days, a sire would have deemed whether the pup was strong enough to live. Now, Baron didn't want his sire so much as looking at the baby, seeing as he had dismissed Victor mere seconds after the four of you had arrived. Roman seemed to understand (as always), the other Alpha still just as genial in the face of the incredible rudeness that was heaped upon him. Victor was more than happy to sit on his papa's lap and feast on a mishmash of carrots and potatoes.

He's not your whelp.

Baron had been in the delivery room with you, him on the left and Roman on the right while you labored. The doctor had handed Victor to Baron first, per your and Roman’s request. Corbin hadn’t known about that, he hadn’t really prepared himself for what to do now that Victor was here and in his arms. He just...stood there with the squalling pup all swaddled up, marveling in silence at the lung power of the tiny addition.

Baron hadn't noticed he was crying until Roman gently wiped a tear off his face and touched their foreheads together. “He’s yours now, Baron.” Baron had softly traced Victor's reddened, cranky features, an unfamiliar sensation making his breath catch in his throat.

Your smile for the two of them was hazy with exhaustion, your skin flushed with your efforts and your face still wet with tears. Baron realized suddenly that the weird feeling was pride. You and Roman had created a pup, even though you always had both Baron and Roman during your heat. You had whelped successfully. Victor was a healthy baby according to the nurse.

Baron hadn’t ruined anything.

That had always been his biggest fear, that he would somehow cause the two of you grief when it came to conception. After you had come to him and Roman with your eyes full of love, body singing with heat and you had said you were ready to try…Baron had felt his heart break a little. He would never be able to give you what you wanted. At best, he would just make it more difficult for Reigns.

He's not your whelp.

Roman had taken him aside one night after the two of them had soothed you back to sleep during your pregnancy. He didn’t say anything, but he had Baron curl up into his side and he stroked the other Alpha’s hair while they watched a little mind-numbing television.

“I’m sorry I’m like this.” Baron had whispered finally.

“Never apologize for that again.” Roman had ordered sharply. “You are my mate, the mate of our mate. You were first, remember?” He referred to the imprint, rumbling when Baron buried his face in his side. “You were first.”

“I wish my parents were like yours, Reigns.”

“My parents have grown a hell of a lot in a short period of time, Corbin. I'm impressed with their progress, and I know how incredibly lucky we are to have them.” Roman sighed. “They were never that bad to begin with, but I feel like having our Omega-mate present all the time really sped the process along.” He had resumed stroking Baron's hair while the television carried on in the background.

“They're not going to be my kid, Roman.” Baron hated how small and shaky his voice was.

“The hell they aren't.” Roman growled, gently swatting the larger Alpha upside the head. “Your name is going on that fucking birth certificate, Baron. Sandwiched in between your mates. You're gonna' be a dad. You're gonna' be a great dad.”

“I'm scared.”

“You think I'm not? Fuck man, I'm terrified. Anything could go wrong!” Roman had outright laughed, tugging Baron's chin up so he could rub their foreheads together. “We're in this together, Baron. We have to be strong for our Omega. They're working so hard to keep the pup healthy, least we can do is give them a stable den environment, y'know?”

“I know. I don't want them knowing that I'm scared.” Baron had wrapped an arm around Roman's shoulders. “I have no regrets when it comes to you guys. You know that. I'm so grateful for everything...I don't know, just everything. Thank you.”

“You're our Alpha. I'm your Alpha, they're our Omega. We're your pack, Baron. Us and our pup. No matter what your family thinks.”

...

Roman gripped the steering wheel tightly. Beside him, Baron clenched his fists and stared straight ahead. They had left their mate and son behind for the night, left them with the other Alphas and Betas. Their Omega and pup would be safe with Roman’s family. “We’re doing this, Big Banter.” Roman said firmly.

“We’re doing this for us.” Baron reached over and put a hand on Roman’s thigh. “For you. For your son, for our mate.”

“For you. For our son and our mate.” Roman covered the other man’s hand after a moment. “Mate of my mate, heart of my heart. Never thought all that formal shit would lead to this.” He chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“I’m glad you wanted me here.” Roman gave the taller Alpha a curious look. “When do you think they’ll tell us?”

“I don’t know. Not sure how long it’s been.” Baron growled low in his throat. “And I’m sure the way my parents treated them went leaps and bounds towards the worry-about-our-reaction department.”

“Hey, we know and that’s what matters. We’ll be careful with them. That’s what we’re here for.” Roman put the car into park and cracked his knuckles. “You ready?”

“Maybe I should have done this over the phone.” Baron mused worriedly.

“It’s not too late to do that, man. I’m behind you no matter what, okay?” Roman encouraged.

Baron wordlessly squared his shoulders after a minute and jerked open his door. Roman shook his head with a wry grin and followed his mate up the winding sidewalk once Baron ripped the large gate open.

Baron entirely ignored the doorbell, hammering his fist on the front door. The noise echoed eerily. It was strange to see a house dark and quiet on Thanksgiving. “I know you’re home, sire!” Baron yelled after a minute, startling Roman with both his volume and dated terminology. “Come down here and talk to me or I’m coming up there to drag you down, old man!” Baron shoved the door open, letting it hit the wall beside it as he moved inside.

There was the thunder of footsteps overhead and Roman braced for impact like he was on the football field. “Mutt!” Mr. Corbin roared from the top of the stairs, sounding absolutely infuriated. Baron visibly flinched at the slur and Reigns barely caught himself before he shoved the larger man behind him. The urge to protect his Alpha, his Alpha rang loud in his head and he started growling without intending to. “How dare you come into my house--” Mr. Corbin went to continue indignantly.

“Lord knows you’ve made it abundantly fuckin' clear that I ain’t welcome!” Baron interrupted, raising his voice over his father’s. “The way you disrespected me, disrespected my mates and my son, I’m well fucking aware that I’m not welcome old man!”

“That pup is not yours-”

“He’s just as much my son as he is Roman’s, mate of my mate!” Baron cut his father off again, “If you and Mom can’t accept that, then I want nothing to do with either of you!” His voice cracked as he shouted the words, then he fell silent.

Mr. Corbin just stood there, his mouth gone slack.

“We refuse to willingly subject our son and our Omega to the emotional abuse you and your mate are so adept at dishing out. I refuse to subject my Alpha to it.” Roman said firmly, realizing that Baron was seconds from bursting into infuriated tears and doing his best to keep the situation under control. “If you want to cut us out of your lives, know that we’re taking Baron with us. He’s our mate and we love him. We’re not leaving him with a pack that ignores him or treats him as lesser because he can’t procreate.”

“He is lesser, he’s a disappointment!” Baron’s father finally seemed to regain his voice. “Look at him! He should be the perfect specimen, but instead he’s a sterile mutt!” He spat.

Baron started towards his father and the older man cringed back. “Oh don’t you run from me, after the years of crap you put me through you don’t get to run from me.” Baron snarled. “The perfect specimen? The perfect fucking specimen? That’s all I ever was to you, right? You wanted a sire pup, an Alpha like you.” Baron made a noise of disgust. “But you can’t breed me. So I’m just a mutt now, and you’re just the guy who knocked someone else up to get back at your wife for refusing you in bed.”

He gestured at the stairs where Mrs. Corbin stood, the woman silently watching the altercation between Baron and his father.

“I can understand why Mom would hate me. I can definitely understand that. I’m a living, breathing embodiment of the consequences of getting into a domestic disagreement with her mate. The mate that promised to love, cherish and defend her like he should.” Baron’s voice trembled. “But you're both unfit company for my pack.”

“You have the nerve to-”

“Yes we do.” Roman growled, teeth bared in warning when Baron's father took a step closer.

“You don't get to talk anymore, Dad. I've spent all these years listening. It's your turn now.” Baron's eyes strayed to his mother momentarily. “You always said I wasn't yours and then in the next breath you'd tell me to call you Mom. An indiscretion, inconvenience.” He shook his head. “You're a real piece of work, but you still aren't as bad as Dad. I'm his blood, and even that wasn't enough to keep me safe once he figured out I wasn't carrying on his line.” His fists clenched tight at his sides. “I came here with the intent of kicking the shit out of him for disrespecting my pack.”

Mr. Corbin swallowed hard, glancing at his wife. Roman wanted to laugh at the scathing look she gave right back to him. “Now Baron, there's no need to be rude.” The older man said weakly.

“As rude as you were to our Omega, my Alpha and our pup?” Baron spat. “Or as rude as you yelling mutt at the top of your lungs like that's my name?” He grabbed two fistfuls of his father's shirt. “As rude as me putting my hands on you? I want to make myself as clear as you've been with telling me I and my mates are unwelcome. You are unwelcome in my life from this point forward. I'm not going to dish out the beating you so richly deserve because I know better than to ruin everything that I have with an act done out of anger or spite.” Baron all but tore the words apart with his teeth, biting them out savagely.

It was still a surprise to Roman when Baron chose to speak for long periods of time, especially when he delivered drawn out, blistering retorts. It was also a joy to witness.

Baron finally released his father and stepped back. “Enjoy your quiet house. Reigns and I have a family to go home to.” The tall man turned briskly and made his exit with Roman in tow, the other Alpha a little awestruck.

Roman caught Baron's arm before the larger Alpha could get into the car and wrapped him in a massive bear hug, a hand moving up to cradle the back of Corbin's neck. “Jesus Christ, Big Banter.” He murmured, feeling Baron's shoulders shudder.

“Thought I was gonna' puke.” Baron admitted. He dug his face into Roman's shoulder, drawing a few shaky breaths. “Holy shit. We did it.”

“You did it. I just basked in the presence of prime Alpha male posturing and loved every fucking second of it.” Roman pressed his mouth to Baron's neck, breathing harder than he meant to. Corbin gripped him just as fiercely, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Roman's neck to tug his head back. He ducked his own face in a display of submission and nosed over the other Alpha's throat, getting a soft groan out of Roman. “Oh-”

“Take me home, Reigns.” Baron implored.

…

You were stirred out of a doze by the sound of heavy boots and clothes on the floor of your bedroom. A kiss landed hungrily on your mouth, then those lips trailed further down. You hummed, dragging your fingers through Roman's hair. “Where'd you guys go?” You asked sleepily. “You missed bedtime stories with Victor.”

“Big Banter went to talk with his parents.”

Your drowsiness vanished abruptly and you shoved Roman back a few inches so you could see his face. “Talk?” You asked in confusion.

“There's a few wrinkles to iron out. Long and short of it is that I flayed my father alive and my parents are no longer welcome around my pack.” Baron said curtly. “Uh, verbally flayed him alive.” He amended quickly, no doubt seeing your expression of horror. “I'm not letting anyone belittle my family like they did.”

“So...”

“I'm not putting myself or you and Roman through that again.” Baron crushed your body against his own. “My mate, my heart.”

“But-” Baron's kiss silenced you momentarily and you found yourself melting beneath him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Are you two okay?” You managed to ask. “They didn't hurt you, right?”

“Baron put the fear of God into his sire, holy shit.” Roman gushed, tousling Baron's already-messy hair.

“Is that a bruise or a hickey, Mr. Reigns?” You snickered, pointing to Roman's throat where a suspiciously-mouth shaped dark spot resided. Baron flushed across his shoulders while Roman coughed awkwardly. “You guys are impossible.”

“You bet, Omega.” Roman grinned, tugging your panties down your legs until you could kick them off. “Impossibly turned on.”

“You did that thing again, didn't you?” You asked Baron, making the larger Alpha tilt his head.

“What thing?”

“Damn right he did.” Your mates spoke in unison, Roman laughing and shoving Baron's shoulder afterwards. “Don't even try to play that off, Big Banter, you know what they mean! That thing where you go full apex mode and you just obliterate someone.”

“O-oh.” Baron stammered. “I...well yeah, I guess I did.”

You arched your back with a squeak and buried your fingers in Roman's hair as he moved straight to enthusiastically eating you out. “You got him all riled up.” You sighed, trying to sound annoyed. It was increasingly difficult, Roman was very good at what he did.

Baron knew this, of course, his fingers hooking your own in Roman's hair. The other Alpha moaned against you, whining as Baron firmly directed him to where you needed the pressure of his tongue. “That's it, Reigns, get them off with your sweet little mouth.” Baron ordered and Roman was too happy to oblige.

You moved to play with your breasts and Baron was there again, the larger Alpha grabbing your shirt with his teeth and dragging it up over your chest.

“You are ours.” He snarled before circling one of your nipples with his tongue. You whimpered and bucked down against Roman's eager mouth, writhing under the attention of your Alphas. “I'm never making you feel like you need to choose something that makes you uncomfortable, never again. From now on, it's what's best for you and Roman.” Baron promised, his tone softening. “What's best for Victor.”

“What's best for my Alphas and pups.” You gasped, loving the smile that Baron couldn't fight. “What's best for my pack.”

Baron closed his eyes, ducking his head a little. Roman's hand palmed over the back of his neck, large fingers spread wide to firmly claim the skin there. You keened at the display of brazen dominance and the way Baron easily accepted it, no snapping or snarling. “Come for us, Omega.” Roman growled against you, his tongue tormenting your clit mercilessly. “Come.”

“We need you to come, we need that from you, Omega-mate, and you need it too.” Baron murmured, finding his way back to your breast and latching on gently.

“'Pups', huh?” Roman asked softly after you muffled your hungry cry with your shirt, your body still trembling from coming. “Last I checked, all we had was Victor. Something you need to tell us, Omega?” He continued, his fingers tracing a pattern on your stomach.

You froze and both of them felt it, if Roman's noise of confusion and Baron's hitch of breath was any indicator. You hid your face with your shirt, the warmth of your orgasm dissolving into the hot flash of worry and panic.

“Oh no, Omega, don't...look, it's okay.” Baron soothed, tugging at your shirt so he could see your eyes. “Shh, it's okay. You wanted to tell us, didn't you?”

“I did.” You mumbled, wishing the bed would swallow you up. This wasn't exactly the scenario you'd had in mind.

“So...?” Roman trailed off, resting his head on your stomach. His smirk was ridiculously self-satisfied, your arousal coating his mouth and facial hair liberally. He made a bit of a lewd display out of licking his lips, the tease that he was. Baron just waited silently for you to speak, black-brown eyes radiating concern and affection in equal parts.

“I'm uh. I went to go see the doctor.” You began.

Roman instantly pounced, the self-satisfaction fading to worry. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “She says that we're doing fine. And that I'm um...further along than she expected.”

Reigns laughed in relief, hugging you around the midsection. “I knew it!”

Baron sighed, dropping his face heavily into the crook of your neck. “Is there anything we need to do for you?” He mumbled against your jaw, making you giggle as his mouth tickled your skin. “Anything, just say the word.”

“Well...come June you guys may need to put in for some time off.”

“Done and done. I'll call my coach tomorrow.” Baron grunted. “Did the doctor say what uh. What the pup was, yet?”

“S' a little early for that, Big Banter.” Roman pointed out. “Remember how Victor was?”

“I do, I...sorry, cutie. Dumb question.” Baron apologized and you shook your head, rubbing your nose against his fondly.

“Never be sorry for being excited, Baron.” You pushed the hair out of his eyes, not surprised anymore by how emotional he got when it came to your pack. Baron sniffled and Roman hummed, cupping Baron's face.

“It's weird.” Baron choked out after a minute. “I know I'm Alpha and I shouldn't get all fucked up over this stuff.”

“If it makes you happy, what the hell does it matter?” Roman asked bluntly, “We feel deep with other emotions besides rage, y'know. Fuck anyone who thinks that being Alpha is all about the yelling in each others faces.”

“I know. I've been trying. It's still a little difficult for me, wasn't raised like you Reigns.”

“Ha! Don't you start with me. We broke each others noses on day one of tryouts, Big Banter. I can slip right into bullshit Alpha mode with the best of 'em.” Roman teased, getting a tiny smile out of the larger Alpha. “That's what you get for chuckin' a helmet at my head, you disrespectful ass.”

“We sat in that Beta nurse's office and stared each other down for ages.” Baron chuckled. “Reigns' nose was all swollen and mine was just...shit, pouring blood. Mostly because I refused to tilt my head. Would have broken eye contact.”

“Alpha male posturing at its finest.” Roman agreed. “Then, this big fucker sticks his hand out and says, 'Man, I'm gonna' pass out so we'd better kiss and make up if we plan on making the team.' We shook hands and that was the end of it.”

“Aw, no kiss?” You joked, making Baron snort.

“We were saving them for you, cutie.”

“I mean, there were rumors of course.” Roman ruffled Baron's hair. “Especially when he transferred into my dorm after one semester.”

“You asked me to! Said your old roommate was a nightmare.”

“Fair enough. You're the one that always had the weird wood smoke smell, though.”

“You smell like a white girl's Starbucks order, you thick-waisted fuck.” Baron ribbed the other Alpha and Roman began to laugh.

“What do I smell like?” You asked curiously.

Roman shot Baron a look and the larger Alpha inclined his head, indicating that Reigns should go first. Roman took a second to touch your forehead with his own, eyes half-closed. “You're home. You're the smell of home. At first, to me, you smelled like citrus. Roses. Then it got more complicated. You started smelling like...I don't know. There's a certain feeling I get when I walk in the door here, when I come home. If that feeling had a smell...” Roman paused, shaking his head. “Sorry. I don't really know how to explain it.”

“You smell like the first rough play of the season. You smell like excitement. You smell like mine and ours and the inhale of winter air that tingles in your lungs for a second. You smell like good memories I can't exactly pin down, but I know they're there. You smell like things I thought were forbidden to me, like the pack I was pretty sure I'd never have. The family I always dreamed about.” Baron's voice was intense and shook a little. “You smell like early morning sunlight and slick mouths and lazy days. You smell like hungry and want, ache in the pit of my stomach when I need you and Reigns.”

Your body had relaxed while you let Baron's words wash over you, and you heard Roman groan softly. “Fucking...still gets me every time, man.”

“Why do you think I save it for special occasions?” Baron asked, parting your legs and settling between them. “Is this alright, Omega?”

“Yes.” You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, your thighs tightly gripping his hips as you welcomed him into you. “Roman, can I...?” You tapped your lower lip and Reigns huffed out a breath.

“Yeah? While he fucks you?” The other Alpha growled, “Greedy tonight.”

“I know.” You replied simply, smiling up at him before he obliged you with his cock in your mouth.

Baron immediately started thrusting harder, his hold tightening as he watched you go down on Roman. “Fuck.” He abruptly snarled, “Cutie, please, I...fuck, please, please.”

Roman grabbed a handful of Baron's hair, rumbling in his chest when Baron arched his back. “What's the matter, Big Banter?” Roman bared his teeth. “Kiss them.” Your eyes widened when Baron ducked down to sloppily lick Roman's knot, kissing you afterwards. Reigns shuddered bodily. “Oh, not fair, not fucking fair, shit, I thought you were going to pull them off my cock!” He moaned while the two of you maneuvered your mouths on him.

“You're not the only Alpha here, Reigns.” Baron said curtly, mouthing over the other Alpha's knot again. You had never been able to fit all of Roman into your mouth, and you wondered dimly why you hadn't thought of this. “You are mine.” Baron snarled, spit dripping off his chin. “You are mine, my pack, my Alpha, my Omega.”

“That's not fair, Baron, I'm so worked up from eating them out, you can't just fucking toy with me like this.” Roman pleaded, his dick twitching in your mouth.

“And I watched you eat them out, watched your face go all smug and satisfied when they came for you.” Baron retorted. “Do you have any idea how attractive the two of you are when you get like that? Your dazed little smile, the way you just bury your face in our Omega until they squeal for you?”

You whimpered around Roman's cock, nodding as best as you could. Baron boldly cupped Roman's balls and the other Alpha cried out, struggling to hold still when you took him down even deeper. “Omega-!”

“You potent fuck.” Baron grunted, his knot pistoning feverishly in and out of you. “You're going to come down their throat, understand?”

That was all it took, Roman gritting his teeth against the helpless noises he made as he came hard in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, your body singing with need for your Alphas. Baron rumbled in his chest when you came a second later, the larger Alpha pulling out of you and coming on your stomach with a low groan of completion.

“Fuck.” Roman sighed. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead, smiling. You smiled back, thoroughly exhausted. Baron bit Roman's inked shoulder gently and Roman chuckled. “And you, Baron, easy with the teeth.”

As if on cue, Victor began to fuss in his room next door. Baron caught Roman's arm before the other Alpha could slide off the bed. “Let me. You stay with them, I'll be back.” Baron said quietly, pecking you on the mouth and then moving to quickly pull his pants and shirt back on.

You relaxed against Roman after he tugged his boxers up, yawning widely. “So what happened?” You asked, giggling when Roman coughed again. “I mean, I know he must have gone full Alpha male, but was there anything else?”

“We talked a lot on the car ride home. He...well, you saw. He thinks about stuff like that.” Roman swallowed hard. “I uh...shit, I dunno', he's got some ideas, Omega. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to make you feel like this is stuff that we need to do. He understands that you're priority.”

Baron returned with Victor in his arms, the toddler sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “See, they're right here.” Baron cajoled the small boy, bumping their foreheads together. “You're a silly billy sometimes, little worrywart.”

“Wa?” Victor asked, still scrubbing at his face.

Baron rolled his eyes, making both you and Roman laugh. “Fine.” He put his son down on the floor, holding his hands so he could walk. “God, you just have me whipped, don't you? Can't wait until you're a teenager and you hate my guts.”

“Baron also mentioned he was strongly considering taking my last name.” Roman continued.

“I'm not considering anything.” The larger Alpha grumbled, making Victor giggle. “I'm doing it. I'll go to your sire and ask. Hell, I'll do it tomorrow. Call my coach, ask Roman's dad for his last name, all in a day's work. I'll have to get new jerseys though.” He paused, glancing over at you and Roman curled up on the bed. His mouth curved into a smile. “Y'know, for the pack.”

For the pack.

AN: I never expected this tale to even make it past the first chapter. I'm immensely grateful that you (yes you!) gave me the opportunity to expand upon this silly idea. Thank you Thirsty Crew. I'll see you guys next time.