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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Ahem, yes it is I! So an idea literally bashed me in the face and I couldn't help but think 'Oh this is an interesting idea!' What if different versions Transformers have this crossover (Bayverse, T.F.P., T.F.A., GEN 1, Knightverse which is one of my favourites because of Charlie and Bumblebee or any other universes you're familiar with it) where T.F.P.'s groundbridge malfunctioned (probably Wheeljack and Bulkhead) The reader works in the T.F.P. universe Ratchet's assistant and they're his guardian on top of that. Of course, instead of sending them to a desired location the groundbridge ended up locating them in a different dimension... it was Bayverse's while the other dimensions were already there and T.F.P. just lands there last. Just complete and utter silence until Miko says something. You can tell how shit went downhill from there, but let's pretend no one dies for the sake of it all. My dearest reader and T.F.P. O.P. are dating but also not dating; they're just orbiting one another while being friends and T.F.P.'s O.P. is just content and not necessarily talkative but just sweet with the reader. Always carrying them around and so on. Of course, the other universes notice that. Jazz from Gen 1 is just smirking in that damn corner and all versions of Prowl wondering why is their lives are like this. It doesn't help that T.F.P.'s Ratchet has been tired of seeing these two idiots being in love and not doing shit about it. Obviously, the other O.P. versions caught on and the reactions... varied. Surprise, to utter.. confusion and curiosity to completely just wondering if there is a reader on their Earth. You can always add in anything you wish; I really love bantering amongst the others too! AND IRONHIDE'S REACTIONS TOO-

Multiverse to Bayverse (Transformers Multiverse/ TMV)

Will probably edit it later for typos lol

(Bayverse, Animated, Prime, Earthspark, Gen 1)

Various! Optimus Primes X Reader

Ratchet noticed something was wrong with the groundbridge when it started growing a weird yellowish color. Before anyone could say anything, a wave covered all of them in golden light.

June, who walked in with popcorn, looked around the room in question. “Uh, guys?”

You all landed on the harsh ground, and heard a voice. Before you could hit the ground, Optimus caught you in his servos.

We all looked up to see a large group of around twenty Cybertronians. There was complete silence in the room as everyone looked at eachother, when Miko chimes in. “Uh, why are there like five Optimus Primes? Raise of hands if you’re secretly another Optimus.”

Everyone gave her a deadpan look when you realized quickly that you were not in your Optimus’ servos. You looked up to see an almost cartoonish looking bot, smiling sheepishly down at you.

“Uh, hi. I’m Optimus Prime, nice to meet you.”

You squinted at him, and looked around the room. “Okay so I assume that this has to do with the groundbridge explosion- or I’m in a weird dream.”

The four Optimus Primes that were new to you looked at you in confusion. “Groundbridge?” Two chime in.

“Uh… yeah. A scaled down version of the space bridge. Ratchet engineered it to transport everyone anywhere on Earth- we couldn’t have anything as high-scale as a space bridge because we lack the energon for it.”

“Well why don’t you just use oil?” A voice sounds.

You all look over to a green bot. “Bulkhead?” Arcee asked.

“Uh, yeah- how do you know my name?”

Your Bulkhead made his way forward to inspect the other one. At the same time both Bulkheads showed their wrecking ball hand. “Woah! Twins!” Both of them said at the same time.

“Bulk, please never do that again,” Miko looked at them in joking fear. “You remind me of the twins from that one horror movie.”

“Aww come on Miko! It’s not everyday you meet, well, yourself!” Bulkhead grumbled.

“Can we focus on the situation, please?” A gray mech asked. They looked strikingly like Megatron. The next second, almost everyone in the room had their guns trained on him.

He quickly backed up with his hands above his heads. One Optimus stood in front of him, hands up. “Woah, this Megatron is an autobot now! He’s alright.”

Everyone squinted or glared at him. Generation One’s Optimus didn’t back down. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know for certain that I’m not cool with Megatron being here.”

You turned to him, gaping. “Did you just say ‘cool’? What?”

Jazz laughed aloud. “Yeah, that’s Op for ya! He just started learning Earth slang from Spike!”

“Alright, enough!” All of the Ratchets shouted at once. Everyone looked at them. A good eighty percent of the room burst into giggles or tried their best to stop that urge.

“Looks like no matter what dimension you go to, Ratchet’s always the same.” Wheeljack said. A chorus of varied agreements sounded through the room, making the renowned grouches grumble.

Soon enough, you all began figuring out how you were all there. It was pretty much the same for everyone- one way or another, a yellow light ran over them.

You all started constructing various groundbridges in hopes that it could somehow send you home.

You often hung out with your Prime, making everyone else curious about your relationship. You could almost always be seen on his shoulder or in his servo. You almost never walked anywhere.

It was pretty obvious to everyone- except a few of the younger bots like animated Bumblebee and Knightverse Bumblebee.

Bayverse Prime (with his never ending confidence) was the first to approach you. “Hello, (Y/N). Would you like to go on a walk with me?” He held his hand out. You stepped onto his hand and sat down.

As he made his way out of base, everyone watched you two. Primeverse Optimus couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest as you both walked out. He knew that he didn’t have a right to feel that way- you two weren’t even together. Not yet, at least.

Everyone noticed the look on his face even though he himself didn’t.

All of the Ratchets had the same thought: ‘Primes (Derogatory)’.

Optimus from the Animated universe was confused. He was normally pretty in tune with his emotions, and he doesn’t see why Prime Optimus doesn’t just ask you out. He’d been trying to subtly hint at that, but Prime Optimus was somehow oblivious. Animated Optimus also wondered if you existed in his universe- you were very charming and, he’s embarrassed to say, cute.

G1 Optimus teased your Optimus on the subject. He always mentioned how back in his day he was a spark breaker. Earthspark Optimus always tried to scold G1 Optimus for his behaviors, but then G1 Jazz would join in on the teasing so he’d have to chase both of them around.

Earthspark Optimus would comfort him, trying to encourage him gently to follow his spark. While he’ll never understand the attraction to a human, he believes that it’s not really his business. Even Earthspark Megatron gave fairly good advice to the other bot.

Bayverse Ironhide sort of agreed with their advice- but also warned the Prime. “If you wait too long, they’ll find another. Make something of yourself, Prime!”

You both stopped at a pond and he sat down on the ground. He placed you gently next to him as he threw seeds into the water. You both watched as fish swam to the surface and bobbed up and down to try and snag a treat.

“Are you and my counterpart… together?”

A flushed look covered your face as you snapped your head towards him. “Wh-n- I-” You covered your face with your hands. “No, we aren’t together.”

“Ah. I see.” Bayverse Optimus had a lot more experience with this sort of thing. “So you have feelings for him, then?”

Your face got impossibly warmer and simply nodded. “We haven’t been dating so to say… but we’re really close. I would just never have the guts to… you know.”

Bayverse Optimus merely nodded at you and left you at the pond by yourself. When he got back into the base he and Ironhide grabbed the Prime by his arms and began dragging him off. The other Primes and Ratchets knew exactly what was going on and followed.

When they got into a more secluded room of the base, they set him down and pushed him into a chair. Primeverse Optimus was confused and a little anxious as the many bots surrounded him.

“When are you going to ask them out?” G1 Optimus teased.

Primverse merely shook his head. “I don’t think that is a good idea at the moment. There’s a war go-”

“Oh stop being a fragging boltbrain!” Bayverse Ratchet yelled.

“They have been waiting for you to ask them out for months now!” Primeverse Ratchet yelled.

His eyes widened at that knowledge. “I don’t know.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll go ask the lil’ lady on a date then.” Jazz began to strut out of the room when Optimus shouted for him to stop.

“What should I say?” Primeverse Optimus questioned.

“Alright, so here’s what you say.”

While you were at the pond, a gathering of girls and femme bots surrounded you.

“So he still hasn’t asked you out yet?!” The Arcees were shocked.

“Yeah, you’d think he would have by now, right?” Their counterpart from Primeverse shook her head. “I think he’s just worried about the war.”

Miko threw her hands over her head. “So?! He needs to get the girl!”

Your hands were holding your face yet again. Prowl gently laid a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). Good things come in time- and some bots,” he glared at everyone else, “Shouldn’t rush it.”

You smiled up at the ninjabot. “Thanks, Prowl.”

He smiled back, though irritated at the situation. Some bots were so nosy and loud. They always had to get into everything and couldn’t leave well enough alone.

Suddenly you were swept up by Jazz, who yelled out “Sorry, I’m borrowing the lil’ lady!” Prowl facepalmed as the girls cheered.

You and Optimus were shoved into a room together. The large bot offered a hand to you which you stepped onto. He raised you up to eye level.

“I” He paused to get his words together. “I have had feelings for you for a while. I know that we’ve been friends for a while, and just friends. I have no clue if you share the sa-”

“If you’re asking me out, the answer is yes.” You planted a shy kiss on his faceplate. The Prime’s cheeks grew a flushed blue. Suddenly confetti streamers fell on the two of you. You both looked up to see Miko, Animated Bee, and Sari in the rafters. A bucket fell on Optimus’ head which made the rafter bound group wince.

“Uh.. congrats?” Bumblebee quickly grabbed the other two kids and bolted.

You and Optimus chuckled as he brought you up to his faceplate for another kiss.

ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

You and Optimus were shoved into a room together. The large bot offered a hand to you which you stepped onto. He raised you up to eye level. “I-” he paused to get his words together. “Well, my name is Optimus Prime, yo! The other primes are my friends, yo! Uh-huh, they told me everything.”

You looked up at Optimus in confusion, about to say something when he continued.

“And I like you a lot, yo!”

Outside the door, everyone looked at Jazz with glares. He just shrugged as a grin pulled at his face. "What? I’m sure it will work.”

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thatturtleleon · 13 days

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My Transformers One predictions:

Quick note: been vry inactive bc college in april is ROUGH let me tell u. sorry if i havent been answering any messages/inbox requests ! once summer rolls around ill get back into posting regularly again <3 ok onto the predictions !!

I remember doing this for Mutant Mayhem, so now i gotta go check and see how much i got correct LMAO

the trailer comes out in several days so i may do some more predictions based off of that, so this is more abt stuff i want to happen rather than actual predictions based off of something, bc we basically have nothing rn lol

to start off we know that orion pax, megatron, elita, and bumblebee are 100% confirmed (i believe another character was confirmed recently but ill have to re-check to see who it was)

either all four characters are already gonna be friends or we'll see them become friends

from what ive heard, orion and megatron are gonna have a more brotherly bond, so we may see elita and orion have some romantic tension? or theyll all be completely platonic. or all three are gonna have some tension. who knows, we'll have to see when the trailer comes out

^^ no matter what, im very excited about those three's dynamic because its not really something we've seen on the big screen

as for bumblebee, i feel like theyll meet him later on? like elita, megs, and orion will already know each other and THEN meet bumblebee

i just remembered alpha trion and sentinal prime are confirmed as well, so i assume we'll see ultra magnus too

we're either gonna get foreshadowing to elita eventually dying (as she usually does, but she may not in this continuity!) or we'll actually see her die towards the end, depends how serious the movie is

probably a lot of foreshadowing of future events regardless

dinobots reference thrown in there

at one point theyre gonna say "more than meets the eye"

rescue bots reference too maybe?

honestly thats about all i got at the moment, like i said, once the trailer comes out ill have a better idea of the character dynamics and plot

OHH WAIT ONE MORE THING I NEED OT HAPPEN

ratchet.

i need ratchet to be in this movie

or at least REFERENCED

i need to see my wife in this movie

#ok thats all for now!#im so fucking excited AGGHHH #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #tf one #transformers one #elita one #orion pax #megatron #bumblebee #tf one predictions #transformers one predictions

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theholypeanut · 6 months

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I was binge watching horror movies for my birthday and had the cutest thought 😭 reader and bachira watching horror movies, bachira is laughing his ass off at the dumb and predictable plot. Meanwhile reader is on the verge of tears,not showing because she thinks crying over a movie is stupid. Until night time when she woke up gasping and crying from a nightmare and accidentally woke bachira up, resulting in a cute lil late night comfort session 😭

Ooooh I love horror movies so much 😭And late happy birthday 🫶 Also i love how I started writing it about horror movies and ended up with s n a i l s

Established relationship, gn!reader , ~700 words

Bachira was probably the worst horror movie partner you could imagine. He not only talk the entire time, laugh, but he also has the audacity to try to scare you.

“This is just ridiculous” he commented while stuffing his face with popcorn. The protagonist was running into the corn field. “Also it’s just so badly shoot, I don’t know how anyone would be scared of that!” You tried to not jump in your seat during the jump scare that happened just seconds later.

“Haha… yeah…” you could never tell him how afraid you felt. Not only this dumb movie made you genuinely anxious, your boyfriend would rather babble than notice your discomfort and cuddle you. It was nothing as you imagined: you wanted Megu to just hold you tight and cover your face whenever the killer show up on the screen - not feel ashamed and embarrassed. You knew deep down Bachira would never make fun of you, but it was a pride matter at this point. How could you come clean that you were afraid, when he was making fun of this movie from the first minutes?

And this stupid pride made you way too afraid to fall asleep. All of the scariest movie scenes were just rolling through your head, when Bachira was already sleep and sound. Every sound in the room felt amplified and malicious, and that tree behind the window started to look like a person holding a knife. You tried to think about anything else: cute dog you saw in the park the other day, funny cats videos, possum memes, counting sheep, climate change…

You were running away into the woods. You couldn’t see if you were still chased, but the adrenaline was pumping and you will not get killed just to see if the psycho is right behind you. Everything was so dark you barely could see the path, the branches were cutting through your skin and you felt the spider web getting tangled in your hair. It felt so awfully quiet that your fast breath made you even more scared. Is he still there? Maybe you can finally rest? You turned around, and just as you were about to stop, you felt a hand on your back…

“Hey, baby” you heard a familiar voice. “Baby are you okay?”

You sit up. You were covered in sweat. It was just a stupid nightmare. Your eyes started watering.

“No, I’m not okay” you said while covering your eyes. “I hate horror movies. I hate darkness. I hate this stupid killers with stupid knives…” anger turned into sobbing. You felt Bachira hugging you tightly.

“Hey, Bumblebee, it’s fine. It’s okay”

“And this… this stupid branches… and the Forrest… and I… I hate running…” You couldn’t even breathe properly because of your nose getting stuffed. Everything just felt awful. Megu’s hand was gently stroking your head. You were sobbing in silence.

“Forrest is the worst.” Bachira started talking. „And you know what else? Camping. And snails. Aren’t snails disgusting? They are so slimy. Also isn’t it weird to hold your house on your back? Like, where are you even going? That’s suspicious”

You chuckled through the tears. That was so him - making you laugh even in your lowest moments. You took a second to blow your nose. Bachira kissed your forehead.

“Also what’s up with the snails who are naked? Aren’t they even worse?”

“Maybe they are just divorced and the snail with a shell took the house” you said weakly, forgetting about the nightmare. Bachira giggled and kissed you again.

“If we were snails, would you take the house?” He asked. You looked at your boyfriend who got so invested into the snail narrative, he made all of your worries disappear in the instant. And it was one of the traits of him you loved the most.

You laid down on the pillow next to Bachira and hugged him closely, so your nose was touching his collarbone.

“Only if you make me watch a horror movie again”

#peanut drabbles #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru #blue lock fluff

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

All gifs from @meragifs too!

You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 22: Can’t Refuse

Chapter 21

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Jamie pulled up in front of the Beauchamp apartment, his heart hammering. For some reason, he was even more nervous than their first date. And for some reason, even though he’d eaten dinner with both Claire and Faith in that very kitchen once before, it still felt brand new and very frightening.

Claire had texted him on Monday afternoon that her shift ended at five on Wednesday, followed by:

So how’d you like to make good on that promise of homemade lasagna?

He got out of the car and wiped his sweaty palms on his cargo shorts, then opened the back seat to retrieve the prepped ingredients that he’d taken care of last night. He’d already browned the beef and onions and portioned out all the cheeses so all they had to do was layer the ingredients and pop it in the oven.

By the time he’d finished with his last client at the stables, got home, and showered the smell of horses off of him, it was already almost six. He jogged up the driveway, bags in hand, and his heart immediately felt lighter to see Faith in the front window, nose pressed against the glass, flapping her hands. Claire pushed aside the curtain and firmly grasped one of her daughter’s hands before opening the front door before Jamie even reached the top step.

“Hallo there, Princess Faith,” Jamie said fondly, his cheeks already sore from smiling. She was humming loudly, on the verge of even yelling.

“Hey, hey…” Claire bent down and hoisted Faith up despite her protestations, holding her close and rubbing her back. “Yes, I know…we are very excited to cook with Jamie…”

They shuffled out of the doorway and Jamie closed the front door, locking it again behind him.

“Shh…easy, baby…” Claire bounced her gently and stroked her back. “I know, I know…”

She tried launching herself forward toward Jamie, nearly toppling headfirst out of Claire’s arms, and Jamie leapt forward to catch her.

“I got her,” Claire assured. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…I know…”

Her shouting quieted to a constant buzz of hums, and she rocked forward and back in Claire’s arms. “There you go. Good girl.”

“Aye, there ya go, lass. Good job.” Jamie offered a thumbs up, which Faith returned, still rocking.

“Okay, time to wash up. Can’t cook with dirty doggie hands.” Claire scrunched her nose up and leaned close to Faith’s face, and Faith giggled, shaking her curly head.

“Say hello to Angus and then wash your hands as well,” Claire said, putting Faith down. “No dirty doggie hands for you either.”

Jamie chuckled. “Aye, aye, captain.”

He put the bags down in the kitchen then knelt down to scruff up Angus’s neck. He heard Claire’s lilting voice from the bathroom, saying some sing-song little rhyme to help Faith wash her hands, and he sighed with contentment. What a gift it was to be privy to hear something so intimately beautiful that mother and daughter shared.

Claire and Faith emerged from the hallway, Claire holding both of Faith’s hands and waddling awkwardly, and then Jamie noticed that Faith was standing on her feet.

“Can’t have her touching anything,” Claire explained.

“Ye keep her sterile like a surgeon before dinner?”

Claire gave him a look, rolling her eyes. “Go on, Fraser. Sanitize.”

He saluted her before making his way to the bathroom to follow orders. As the water ran over his hands, he heard music coming from the kitchen, followed by little hands clapping. He smiled again, drying his hands, then made his way back to the kitchen. Claire had taken everything out of the bags and created a spread on the table for them to work with, and Faith was sitting dutifully in her chair, rocking back and forth to “Heigh-Ho,” that sweet, absent smile on her face. She was wearing a little yellow apron with bumblebees on it.

“Almost forgot,” Jamie said. “Cooking time is music time.”

“That’s right,” Claire said, taking the phone off the table. Faith moaned, reaching up to take it back. “I’m not turning it off, I’m just moving it. Look. See?” She put the phone on the counter and raised the volume a bit. “See? We need room to cook on the table. Yes?”

Faith leaned heavily on the table to hoist herself onto her knees in her chair.

“Alright. Are we ready?” Claire sat down, and Jamie sat down across from her so that Faith was in between them. Faith slapped the table excitedly. “Quiet hands, Faith. Thank you.”

“Alright,” Jamie said. “Let me show ye, now — oh! Did ye heat the oven?”

“Started when you were washing your hands.”

He nodded curtly. “Bonny.”

He spread a thin layer of sauce in the pan, then dumped the beef and the remaining sauce into a large stirring bowl. He gave Faith the wooden spoon and instructed her to stir.

“Watch, a leannan.” He made big stirring motions with his hands, and Faith began copying him with two hands, causing the bowl to spin.

“Woah!” Claire cried, seizing the bowl before it could spin out of control and create a disaster. Faith squealed at the commotion, but she resumed her task, clumsily trudging the spoon through the bowl.

“Good job, lass. Fine stirring,” Jamie encouraged her. “Let me finish it off, now, so it’s all ready. May I have the spoon?”

Faith yanked the spoon out of the bowl, splashing sauce and beef onto the table and Jamie’s shirt, which was thankfully black, him having anticipated a possible mess. Claire, to her credit, was wearing black shorts, but a lavender t-shirt. The adults laughed off the little mess, and Jamie took over stirring, getting it evenly mixed.

Next, they began layering. Jamie would put in the liquid ingredients while Claire counted out loud with Faith, one through five lasagna noodles, and then they placed them inside. They repeated this until the ingredients were depleted and the dish was full.

“And look at that! All ready fer the oven!” Jamie said.

“Yay!” Claire said, waving her hands in applause. “Good job, little chef.”

Faith jiggled her hands as well, and then looked back at Jamie to be sure he was applauding her as well, and he was, of course.

“Alright, lovie, sit with Mummy while Jamie opens the oven.” Claire pulled Faith into her lap and held on tight, nodding to Jamie when she was secure. He popped the dish in and set the microwave timer for an hour. Claire tried to take Faith’s apron off, but she groaned in annoyance, and pawed Claire’s hands away.

“Suppose she’s no’ done being a chef until it’s cooked, aye?” Jamie smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

“I suppose not,” Claire said, releasing Faith to scramble off her lap. She pattered over to the counter where Claire had put her phone down and picked it up again, wanting to hear the music more clearly. The song changed and Faith hummed excitedly. From the French in the opening lines, Jamie deduced that “Be Our Guest” was about to play.

“Ah! They're making dinner in this song, aye? Like you, wee Faith,” he said.

Faith put the phone back on the table and threw her hands up, then proceeded to skip around the kitchen in time with the music, flapping her hands all the while.

“Sings and dances?” Jamie said, sidestepping her path to make his way back to the table.

“Hm. Yeah.”

Jamie sat down in Faith’s seat, closer to Claire, and he gingerly reached out for her hand. She looked up at him, and then they both leaned in for a brief, sweet kiss.

“Hi,” Claire said, stroking his stubbled chin.

“Hi,” he returned, tucking a curl back that had slipped loose from her ponytail.

Claire opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, two little hands slapped one of each of their knees. Faith looked up at Claire expectantly, and then Claire turned to look sheepishly at Jamie.

“She wants me to dance with her.”

Jamie’s grin widened. “Then who am I to stop ye?”

Claire blushed and got out of her chair, taking Faith’s hands in hers. The grand finale of the song was nearing, and Faith kept insisting on being twirled. Jamie noticed that she was entranced by the way her apron swished about when she twirled. The song ended, and Jamie applauded from his seat.

“Bonny dancers, both of ye,” he said. Faith gave a dramatic, silly little curtsy, holding the edges of her apron.

A familiar drum riff came from the phone, and Faith began jumping up and down.

“Oh no…” Claire said, blushing at Jamie again.

“What?”

“I only have myself to blame for always getting so into it…but she expects a full performance of this one whenever it comes on. Every time.”

Jamie tossed his head back in a barking laugh, and Faith continued tugging on Claire’s hands. Claire did not look ready to give a full performance; she looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.

Well, James, looks like there’s only one choice.

He jumped to his feet with a flourish, and jumped in with the singer:

“Let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns!”

He watched as Claire’s jaw fell slack and Faith whipped around, abandoning all hope for Claire’s performance and focusing on Jamie’s instead. They’d discussed Jamie’s lack of pitch before, so it was no surprise to him that Claire was soon doubled over in her chair, tears of laughter leaking out of her eyes. It sounded just fine to him, and to Faith as well, he supposed. Though he wasn’t sure if Faith laughed her head off when Claire sang.

By the end of the song, Faith was tugging on his hands, insisting he dance with her. And Claire was still howling with laughter.

Those three-and-a-half minutes would burn themselves into Jamie’s permanent memory, never to be forgotten or replaced.

“Alright, alright,” Jamie said at the end, trying to stop Claire from fully falling over. “I’ll stop before ye die of secondhand embarrassment.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just…” she wheezed, wiping her eyes again. “I had no idea you knew all the words…”

“Jen’s favorite movie. Warrior woman and all that,” he explained. “Plus Mam was a big Donny fan.”

She shook her head, finally calming herself down. “Well, you did splendidly.”

“Aye, sure I did.”

But he was apparently not done yet.

The entire rest of the hour the lasagna was baking, Faith did not let Jamie sit down. He didn’t know the words to every song, especially not the newer ones, but he didn’t do too poorly if he said so himself. The bairn seemed happy enough.

At some point in the proceedings, Faith took the phone in her hands and scrolled through the songs on the playlist, the corner of her tongue sticking out between pursed lips. Jamie waited patiently to see what she wanted to play next. She usually let the music play in whatever order shuffle chose, but sometimes she wanted to repeat a particular favorite. A gentle, lilting intro began, and Faith gave Claire the phone instead of putting it on the counter. Jamie was able to place the song when the lyrics began discussing the hundred-acre wood, and Faith approached him with eager hands.

“D’ye want to dance?”

Before he could even begin swaying her arms, she started yanking on his hands, pulling him out of the kitchen. Jamie looked up to Claire for an explanation, and she was already standing up, a knowing smile on her face.

“She wants to show you something.”

Jamie allowed her to lead them both through the living room and into Faith’s room. She let go of his hands when she opened the door, and she scampered right over to the giant yellow bear that was exactly where Jamie had left it on Saturday night, right next to her bed. She giggled as she threw her arms around it’s neck, barely having to crouch in order to do so.

Something had changed, though: it was now wearing a red shirt.

Jamie felt a lopsided grin melt into his features, and he turned around to see Claire holding up the phone as the Winnie the Pooh theme song continued.

“It was the first thing she did when she woke up to see it there,” she said. “I took a picture to send you, but I figured she’d want to show you, and you’d rather be surprised.”

“Would ye look at that,” Jamie said, walking over to Faith and her bear and crouching down beside them. “It would appear I didna bring home any ordinary bear from the carnival. It was Pooh Bear all along, aye?” Jamie poked his squishy tummy, and Faith giggled.

“I didn’t even think of that when I told you to ask for the yellow one,” Claire said, joining them by sitting on Faith’s bed. “She woke up, freaked out to see it, and then ran right to her dresser to pull out one of her red shirts. She turned it inside out so you can’t see the print, because then it wouldn’t be plain red like Pooh’s. She made me cut the tag off the back, too.”

“Ye’re a clever lass, a leannan.” He signed smart. “Smart girl, Faith.”

Faith swayed with her giant Pooh Bear, and then took Claire’s phone back from her again to restart the song.

“What does that mean?” Claire asked.

“Leannan?” Jamie said, sitting back on the floor and leaning on the bed. “Means my darling, sweetheart. That sort of thing.”

He felt fingers thread through his hair, and eagerly leaned into her touch.

“That’s…very sweet, Jamie.”

He took one of her hands and kissed it, holding it against his cheek as she continued to play with his hair.

“You said it at her birthday,” Claire said thoughtfully. “And a little before that, too.”

“Aye, well…she was my little darling long before I had the guts to tell ye.”

He heard her shifting behind him, and then she was on the ground beside him, nuzzling into him and kissing his cheek.

“I am one lucky lass,” she said softly. “And so is Faith.”

For the rest of the baking time, Faith gradually lost interest in dancing, and she began puttering around her room. She pulled out toys to hand to Jamie and Claire, she sat at her little table and colored, she sat cross-legged on the floor with one of her little toys that lit up and made sounds, this one in the shape of a guitar, playing the same sound over and over before switching to the next. When the timer went off, she was out of her room like a shot, leaving Jamie and Claire to scramble after her lest she try and open the oven, Claire crying “wait for Mummy!” after her.

By the time they got there, the timer had stopped, and Jamie had to hide his grin to see that Faith had dragged over a chair to reach the microwave to stop the timer herself.

“No climbing, Faith!” Claire scolded. “Get down at once, and put the chair back.”

Faith obeyed with clomping feet.

“If you want to push the buttons, you ask Mummy or Jamie for help. Do you understand?”

Claire put on a timer for a few seconds just so it would go off again. “Come here,” she said, picking up Faith and holding her up to the microwave. “See? Mummy can lift you, no climbing. Press the button. There. Good girl.” She walked a safe distance away from the oven. “Jamie is going to take the lasagna out of the oven now. Almost time for dinner, lovie.”

Jamie set it to cool on a hot plate, and then enlisted Faith’s help to set the table while Claire prepared the scooper and water for Angus’s dinner. By the time all of that was settled, and Faith fed Angus, Claire was cutting up the lasagna.

“I can already tell you it smells better than the microwave one,” she said over her shoulder.

“Aye. That it does, Sassenach.”

“You’re going to have her spoiled,” Claire said, putting Faith’s plate in front of her. “She’ll never eat my microwave cooking again.”

“Och, would be a shame if I’d have to come over just to cook fer the lass every night.” Claire paused to raise a brow at him, and he smirked and winked. She rolled her eyes with a giggle as she returned to the counter to serve Jamie, and then herself.

The meal was quite delicious, if Jamie did say so himself. He’d always been a moderately good cook; at least he was always satisfied with what he made, living alone and all. But to see Claire enjoying it so thoroughly, and Faith devouring it without a thought, was satisfying beyond words.

Faith’s dessert of choice hadn’t been Oreos as Jamie had thought it would be. The last time he was here had been during the winter, so it would only make sense that now Faith would request ice cream regularly.

“I hope you like chocolate,” Claire said, retrieving the tub from the freezer. “It’s the only flavor she’ll touch.”

“Of course I like chocolate,” Jamie said with feigned offense that she would even need to ask such a question.

“Just making sure! Here lovie, sit down.” Faith took the bowl and spoon handed to her and got back into her chair. Claire sat down with her own bowl and handed Jamie his. Claire took the longest to eat, being that she constantly had to stop to wipe Faith’s mouth or the table from her dripping. Claire had to raise her voice to stop Faith from digging through her movies without washing her hands clean of sticky ice cream, and then eventually had to hold her hands still under the running water in the kitchen while the lass squirmed and moaned in protest.

Claire sighed as Faith finally escaped the kitchen, clean as she was going to get. Jamie chuckled as he stood to help her clean up. Claire bent to retrieve a container to give Jamie some lasagna to take home, but he waved her off.

“Keep it all, Sassenach. Save ye some trouble later.”

She tried to protest, but Jamie wasn’t having it. She relented and put the entire covered dish in the fridge.

“Did you mean it? You’d come over to cook again? Not every night, I mean,” she added quickly. “I just mean…well…I’m a terrible cook. And Faith had fun tonight.”

“Ye can say it, Sassenach. Ye like my cooking.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

“Well! Yes! It was very good!”

“And ye can say that ye enjoy a home cooked meal. Since ye never get to have such a thing.”

“Well…yes…I suppose.”

“And I can say that I enjoy cooking for ye, lass.” He pushed himself off the counter and crossed to the fridge to take her in his arms. “Does my heart good to give ye something nice after a long day. I ken ye dinna get that much.”

Claire hummed sweetly, then kissed him lightly. “You’re too good to me.”

“Ye deserve it, mo nighean donn.”

Before Jamie could kiss her back, the pitter-patter of Faith’s bare feet reentered the kitchen. They separated just a bit, but remained in each other’s embrace. Faith patted Claire’s thigh and reached up with a DVD box in hand.

“Ah! Tangled, tonight!” Claire held the box up to show Jamie. “Have you seen this one?”

“I havena actually,” Jamie said. “It came out before Jenny had any of her bairns, and I dinna exactly know any other wee lasses or laddies.”

“Ah, I see,” Claire said. “Well, you’ll love it. I know I do; it’s very funny. It came out the year Faith was born. Right, darling?”

In response, Faith tugged on her hands, and the adults followed her into the living room. It was familiar for Jamie, sitting in this living room in the fading light with the tellie flashing. Faith was wedged between he and Claire, just like last time; Claire held onto his hand the whole movie, just like last time; they laughed and swayed together, and Faith hummed the melody of the songs, just like last time. The scene in the tavern had Jamie wiping his eyes from tears of laughter, and the rousing love duet in the boat had his heart swelling and his hand squeezing Claire’s, bringing it to his lips and kissing it behind Faith’s head.

Christ, am I glad we see the light.

The ending had him tearing up again, even though he knew Eugene couldn't really be dead. He still cried every time he watched Beauty and the Beast, even knowing that the Beast would be fine soon, so of course this movie couldn't be any different. He could feel Claire’s eyes on him, inwardly chuckling at him in this emotional state. When the movie ended, Faith jumped up to dance to the ending-credits-music, and Claire scooted into Jamie, sitting on her hip with her legs curled next to her.

“Alright there, Soldier?” she asked, kissing his cheek. “Relieved that everything turned out alright?”

“Och, leave me be.” He lightly swatted her arse, but then tenderly kissed the top of her head. “Ye were right, I enjoyed it. Dare I say I like it better than Frozen.”

Claire pushed herself off of him and looked at him, gravely serious. “That is a heavy statement in this home.”

He laughed. “Oh, aye, dinna tell Faith I said so.”

Upon hearing her name, Faith momentarily paused her dancing to look at them. Jamie laughed sheepishly and waved at her, and she waved back, blissfully unaware, before resuming her dancing. Jamie and Claire shared another loud laugh that ended with their lips together.

After the music ended, Faith ejected the DVD and put it away. She scrambled onto the couch to plant herself in Claire’s lap, wedging her little body between the adults. They both chuckled, and Claire squeezed her daughter, kissing her head.

“You like watching movies with Jamie, don’t you?” she said. “Was that fun? Yes?”

Faith was smiling absently as Claire rocked her, playing with Jamie’s fingers in her small hands.

“You…don’t have to leave, you know,” Claire said hesitantly. “You can hang around while we get through bedtime routine, and then I can join you right back on the couch for another movie. I’ve got drinks, too. If you want.”

Faith began rhythmically patting the back of Jamie’s hand, and he felt warmth spreading from head to toe.

“Aye. That sounds great, Sassenach.”

Her nervousness melted away, and she broke into a wide grin. “Okay. Just wait here while I get her settled. Should only be twenty minutes.” Jamie nodded. “Faithie, say goodnight to Jamie. It’s time for bed. Say goodnight.”

Faith patted his cheek and then slid off of Claire’s lap, tugging on her hand.

“Goodnight, Faith. Sweet dreams,” Jamie said, and the lass waved over her shoulder as she pulled Claire into the bathroom.

He stretched out on the couch, contentment filling him to the brim as he listened to Claire coax Faith into swallowing her medicine, then talk through their teeth brushing routine.

“Open wide, Faith. Let me get the back— I said open…”

“Now rinse and spit, lovie. Rinse and spit. Good girl.”

It was so domestic, so normal. And yet it was music to his ears.

He heard them shuffle from the bathroom to Faith’s bedroom, and Claire called Angus. He shot up off the floor where Jamie had been occasionally reaching down to pet him, and he trotted into Faith’s room. A few minutes later, Claire returned to the living room and leaned over the back of the couch.

“Alright. She’s not asleep just yet, but she will be soon. She sleeps much better now that we have Angus.”

“Glad to hear it,” Jamie said. “What’s this about drinks, then?”

“Come on.” She grabbed his hands and he hoisted off the couch, following her into the kitchen. “Faith can’t reach this, not even with a chair,” she said, indicating the cabinet above the microwave. Claire reached up on her toes to stretch into the cabinet, sighing triumphantly when she emerged with the bottle.

“This is what we call big-girl-juice,” she said, smiling crookedly, waving the bottle around. “Though you don’t seem like a red-wine kind of lad.”

“I’ll drink whatever ye give me, Sassenach.”

“Good. Because I also have…” She stretched back up, and the bottom of her shirt inched up, exposing the smooth expanse of her back. He could focus on nothing else until he heard her sigh, and the shirt slid back into place. His eyes flicked back to her beaming face, slightly flushed with exertion.

“This!” she finished, holding up a bottle of whisky.

“Ye didna trouble yerself to get that fer me,” he said, though he couldn’t help but smile.

“No trouble at all. I just had a feeling when I was out buying the wine, so I grabbed this, too. Mostly for you, but I drink it too.”

He chuckled, closing the space between them and kissing her softly, cupping her waist with one hand. He laughed again, breathing it into her mouth.

“What?” she said coyly, peering up at him through her lashes.

“Jest imagining what ye’ll taste like after a drink,” he mused, snaking both arms around her waist. “Fruity, sweet, tangy, the crisp alcohol taste, of course.” He gave her a small peck. “Sticky, perhaps?” He flicked his tongue briefly over her bottom lip, and she squealed, swatting at his shoulder.

“Oh, enough,” she giggled, squirming out of his grasp. “I need to get us some glasses, unless you prefer to drink out of the bottle.”

“D’ye take me fer a heathen?” he said, aghast.

“What? I’ve had plenty a wine-night with Gi where we just pass the bottle back and forth. Glasses can be overrated.”

“Good whisky should be savored, treated wi’ respect.”

She shot him a look from the cabinet as she pulled out the glasses. “You’re serious?”

“Aye, I am.” He nodded.

She sputtered with laughter again as she put the glasses on the counter. “You really are a Scot.”

“Ye doubted me, then?” He arched an eyebrow, coming up behind her as she uncorked the wine bottle, snaking his arms under hers and clasping his hands over her stomach, bending to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Of course not,” she said with a laugh. “You’d have to be one hell of an actor to fake a dialect that authentic.”

“Ye say that as if I couldna be a hell of an actor.” He pressed a kiss to her jawline, and she gave him the most attractive side-eye he’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I’d have to say you couldn’t.” She turned her head and closed her eyes, pursing her lips adorably, waiting for him to kiss her. And who was he to deny her? He obliged, kissing her slowly and sweetly, his heart straining as he felt her smile against his lips.

“I can always see right through you,” she finished, a devilish glint in her eye. He went to kiss her again, but she turned her head, and his lips landed on her temple instead. She giggled, and the sound made his stomach flip. She took the uncorked wine bottle in one hand and her glass in the other, and Jamie grinned. He unwound his arms from around her waist, circling around her shoulders instead, then closed his hands around hers.

“Allow me, Milady.” She slid her hands away, resting them on the countertop as he poured the deep red liquid, keeping his lips buried in her curls all the while. Wine glass full, he moved to the whisky bottle, opening it and pouring his own glass, keeping her pressed against him. She innocently wiggled against him, just a bit, and his hands jerked, causing a small splash of whisky to land on the counter.

He didn’t think she realized, not at first anyway. But now, there was no way she didn’t.

He was hard as rock with her bonny round arse wedged right against him.

——

Claire immediately felt liquid heat rushing to her stomach as soon as she felt it. She felt paralyzed, completely unaware of what she should do.

Her mind immediately went to the incident in the car, how she’d almost ruined the entire evening. She could tell easily enough that he was not the type of guy to put out on the first date, and she’d been painfully ashamed when she’d pushed that boundary too far and crossed a line.

Did this even count as a second date? They’d just finished watching a princess movie with her five year old daughter, who was now asleep right off the living room.

His whisky was poured, and he managed to close the bottle with surprising ease given the state she knew he was in. She knew she should just ignore it, not embarrass him further…but God, the urge to rub her arse up and down over it, just to hear him groan, maybe even grab her hips…

Thank God she didn’t have any more time to contemplate that, as he left her side to grab a paper towel to clean the little spill.

“Sorry ’bout that,” he said, quickly swiping at the counter.

“Oh, it’s fine. You’ve no idea how many spills these counters have seen.” She forced a small laugh, and he chuckled as well. After tossing the paper towel in the bin, he returned to pick up his glass, and he smirked down at her.

“Slaínte,” he said, clinking his glass into hers.

“Cheers.”

They took a small sip, and then Claire snatched her wine bottle off the counter and made her way out of the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder to catch him staring at her arse, and she blushed from head to toe. He cleared his throat before grabbing the rest of the whisky and following after her.

Claire put her glass and the bottle on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch with a contented sigh. “So, what’ll it be tonight, then?”

“I figured I’d let you choose,” Jamie said, sitting down beside her. “Since it’s your home and all. If ye’re ever at my place, we’ll pick my favorite princess.”

Claire guffawed and swatted at his arm. “We are not watching another princess movie, thank you very much.”

“A right shame,” Jamie said, smirking behind his glass.

Claire rolled her eyes, flicking on the tellie with the remote. “I’m terrible at making decisions. What are you in the mood for?”

She couldn’t stop herself from flicking her eyes downward to his lap.

Well…I know what he’s in the mood for.

“Ye have Hulu?” Jamie said excitedly. “I’ve only got Netflix and I’ve seen just about everything on there. Though I wouldna mind watching something again if ye havena seen it.”

“No, that’s okay. Peruse Hulu all you want.” She opened the application and handed him the remote, taking another sip of her wine.

Jamie scrolled for a while through various titles that either one or both of them had seen. He stopped, though, tensing with excitement.

“Ah! I haven’t seen this one in ages,” he laughed. He was stopped on The Godfather. “A classic.”

Claire cringed a bit. “How many brownie points do I lose if I tell you I’ve never seen it…?”

“Never seen The Godfather?” Jamie was aghast. “It’s a cinematic masterpiece, Sassenach!”

“Well, I’m sorry! If I’d known you were such a serious film critic I’d have brushed up on the classics!”

“Ye ken we have to watch it now, don’t ye?” He raised a brow at her, remote poised to hit play.

“Go ahead! I’d love to finally know what all the fuss is about.”

“Fuss!” he said haughtily, hitting play and putting the remote on the coffee table. “It’s certainly worth the high praise. The first one at least. The rest leave much to be desired.”

“How many are there?”

“Three. I willna subject ye to the rest.”

“Well, what if I want to be subjected to it?” She scooted a bit closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. “Needing to watch sequels is an excellent excuse to see somebody again.”

“Ye need excuses, then?” He was feigning shock and offense, but Claire could hear the soft, endearing undertones as the trumpet theme began, the lone chair occupying the screen.

“Hm. Perhaps.” She snuggled in tighter, and he draped his arm around her, then she placed a kiss on his pectoral.

He made one of those Scottish noises of his, but he kissed the top of her head and rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

“Much easier to cuddle without a child sitting between us,” Claire remarked with a smile, and Jamie chuckled softly.

“Aye, that it is. Though having the bairn between us is special for its own reason.”

That warmed Claire from head to toe.

The wedding sequence began, and the both of them began steadily intaking their respective drinks. Claire remarked that she’d love to go to an Italian wedding, and then Jamie held her at arms length to quirk his brow at her.

“No’ one filled wi’ mobsters, I should hope?”

“Not all Italians are mobsters, you bloody Scot!” She swatted at him again, but was laughing heartily. “I know quite a few Italians — ”

“Aye, we’re on Long Island — ”

“And none of them are in the Mafia.”

“Never seen a Scottish wedding, then?”

“No, I actually haven’t.”

“I think it could rival this. And no mobsters necessary.”

“Oh, stop that!”

They fell into more laughter and more drink, and they were both already refilling their glasses before Marlon Brando even stepped on the scene. When the scene inside began, Jamie leaned forward excitedly, and Claire almost teased that he looked like Faith watching Frozen. When the Godfather himself said his iconic line, Jamie felt compelled to repeat it:

“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse,” he garbled, and Claire immediately doubled over in howling hysterics.

“That’s horrible!” Claire wheezed.

“Och, come on, now!” he said, his face bright red. “Da always said I got it spot on!”

That sent her howling again, and before long she was laying with her head in his lap, tears of laughter leaking out of her eyes.

“Your father has never lived outside of Scotland has he?”

“Well…no…”

“Oh, God…” She wiped her eyes, and then looked up at him from his lap. “Do it again! Please?”

“After the brutal treatment I just received? No chance.” He pointedly looked away from her, staring at the tellie. “You’re missing important stuff, ye ken.”

“Oh, come on…” Claire sat up, getting on her knees on the cushion. “I’m sorry, darling…I take it all back.”

He took a sip of his whisky, his face remaining stoic aside from a small twitch of his brow.

“Jamie…” Claire whined, putting her chin on his shoulder and pouting her lips right against his jaw. “I’m sorry for teasing…You make a smolderingly handsome mobster.”

She kissed his cheek, and he looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Do I?”

“Mhm.” She kissed his cheek again and threaded her arms around his neck. “With a silly voice.”

Before she could even blink, Jamie ducked his head and seized her around the waist, pulling her off of him and pinning her into the cushions. She squealed loudly, and he put a finger over her lips.

“Dinna wake the bairn, lass.”

She glowered up at him, feeling a blush creep all the way down her chest, more heat gathering in the pit of her stomach. Before she could do anything about it, he was leaning down himself to press their lips together, and Claire sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of being pressed into the couch cushion far too much. He pulled away by dragging his teeth against her bottom lip, causing another squeak. He then sat straight up and turned his attention back to the screen, taking another sip of whisky.

“You bloody tease…” Claire sat up, shaking her head and downing the rest of her wine.

“You started it.”

She snorted. “Who’s the bairn now, hm?”

“Mm…I like hearing ye say Scots words.”

“Do you?” She batted her lashes at him as she poured more wine.

“Aye…in yer silly Sassenach voice.” He flashed her a wicked side eye, and despite herself, her stomach flipped.

“What other Scot words do you want to hear, hm?” She inched closer on her knees.

“I’m trying to watch the movie.”

As usual, she could see right through him; could see how he was flushed red down to his chest, how his brow was sweating, and how the bulge in his pants had gotten all the larger.

“Mm…” She put her wine glass down, and then plucked his whisky out of his hands as well. “I’m…enjoying it so far.”

He quirked a brow at her. “The movie?”

She licked her lips and moved in closer. “Sure.”

She had no idea what was prompting her to be so bold — probably the wine. Had she not just finished telling herself that she’d crossed a boundary on their last date, and that it would be wrong to even come close to doing so again?

But then Jamie exhaled loudly, and she could swear it was a growl.

And she completely lost her senses.

She resumed her former position, arms around his neck and face buried in his shoulder, and began kissing his neck and jaw, humming softly as she did. He growled again, much more obvious this time, then captured her face with his hands and kissed her, hard. She groaned immediately at the contact, plunging her tongue between his lips right away.

“Christ…” Jamie breathed out, before plunging his tongue in her mouth as well. They remained in this position for a while, Claire on her knees and Jamie awkwardly twisting his torso to reach her properly, until Jamie’s hands wandered lower and lower to try and find that arse that she knew he was admiring earlier.

Well, she knew of one position for him to hold it easier.

She pushed his shoulders back and straddled him on her knees, and Jamie groaned again when he could finally properly squeeze that soft flesh that he so desperately needed in his hands.

“You like that, don’t you?” Claire teased, running her own hands up and down the rippling muscles of his chest.

“Christ, Sassenach…” he gasped against her mouth. “Ye’ve the roundest arse I’ve ever seen.”

Just those words had her moaning again, and she sealed her lips to his once more as he squeezed and pressed and released. He occasionally ran his hands up her back, grasped her shoulders from behind, even tugged on her hair, but they always found their way back to her arse. The more he pressed on it, the more he was pressing her heat into his rock solid erection.

She didn’t mean to start rocking against him. She really didn’t. But then his lips latched onto that spot on her neck, just as his cock pressed right where she needed it. And she couldn’t help it.

She cried out and started moving, and he sighed with what she could only perceive as relief.

It’s different this time. We’re not in the car, it’s not the first date.

“Fuck…” she groaned, gritting her teeth as his hands moved from her soft flesh to the sides of her hips so he could help control the pace.

He wants this.

She ground down harder, undulating her hips erratically, their mouths clashing messily. Jamie muttered something unintelligible, perhaps in Gaelic, and he arched up into her, pushing and pulling her hips at a faster pace.

His hands suddenly left her hips and she cried out as they gripped both of her breasts just as firmly as they’d been gripping her arse. She braced her hands on the back of the couch behind his head, throwing her own head back as Jamie pushed her breasts together and apart, buried his face in them, dipped his tongue between them.

“God, Jamie…I’m going to come like this…”

The question was…did she want to?

His hands moved back to her hips, and she threw her arms around his neck, locking their lips together again.

It would be so easy…just a little faster, a few small circles of her hips…

But she could have him. He seemed eager enough. And God…did she want him.

It’s different. We’re not in the car. My bedroom is right there.

“Will you…” Claire panted, unable to stop herself from kissing him again before finishing her sentence. “Do you want to…”

She cut herself off again, inhaling sharply through her nose as their tongues clashed, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“Claire…” he groaned out, and the sound of her name coming out of him like that was enough to send her hips pumping harder. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully, and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Claire,” he said again, and she suddenly couldn’t move her hips anymore. He was holding her…stopping her.

Oh.

Breathless, Claire stopped fighting against his grip and tried to focus her bleary vision on his face. Her hands slid from his neck to rest on his shoulders, and she wet her swollen lips nervously.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie stammered, his face red and hot. “I should've stopped ye sooner…I’m…It’s no’ that I dinna want to. Please dinna think that.”

Her word processing was admittedly quite slow at the moment — arousal and now confusion closing her mind — so it took her a while to actually register what he was saying.

“It’s jest that…” He went on before her fevered brain could catch up, and she could feel her heartbeat in her throat.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jamie,” Claire said quickly, feeling his discomfort, and wanting to bury herself alive yet again. She chuckled uncomfortably, then awkwardly slid off his lap, sitting beside him. She could not help but feel some sort of loss at no longer having him pressed against her.

“It’s…been a while. Since I’ve felt…this way,” Claire continued, avoiding his eyes. “I just got…excited.”

“Dinna be sorry fer it,” Jamie said, taking her chin in his fingers and forcing her to look at him. “Please. Don’t.” As if to prove to her that he was alright, he closed the small distance to kiss her sweetly. “Have I upset ye, Sassenach?”

“No, no, Jamie.” She took his hands in hers. “It’s alright.”

They spent a few seconds in uncomfortable silence, shoulder to shoulder, fingers laced together, both of their eyes fixed on the colorful images on the television that were largely going ignored.

“I, uh. Haven’t. Since Frank,” Claire said, finally breaking the silence. “So it’s been a while for me.”

She cringed even as she said it, feeling like a teenager and an old maid all at once. A divorcee at twenty-seven, randy as a sixteen year old and yet starved for attention as an old widow. The man beside her was a young bachelor, handsome as all hell, and childless to boot. She cringed even harder to think of all the women he’d had while she was crying herself to sleep after cutting her ex-husband out of yet another photograph, an ex-husband that hadn’t even touched her for years before they finally cut the cord.

She heard Jamie swallow, and she tensed, anticipating hearing that he’d gotten some just last month.

“I…haven’t.”

Her brow furrowed. It had been a while for him, too? Had he really not seen anyone in the time they’d met? Were his feelings that strong all along?

“Ever.”

Claire felt like she’d been smacked in the face.

“You…you’re…” She looked up at him for the first time in several minutes.

“A virgin. Aye.” He was redder in the face than he’d been when she was straddling him.

Claire must have looked as gobsmacked as she felt, because he actually laughed.

“Does that surprise ye, Sassenach?”

“Well…it’s not that there’s anything wrong with it…” she stammered, studying the lines of his face, feeling his arm muscle against her, only one word echoing in her mind:

How?

“You’re just…” She exhaled, flustered. “You’re…you’re a young man…” She had to give a conscious effort to not say out loud that he was a fucking Adonis.

“And quite…attractive.”

He laughed again, blushing deeply.

“Think so?” He smirked at her.

She chuckled nervously. “Well, of course, but I don’t think I’m biased…what I mean is…it can't just be me.” She ran her thumb back and forth over his knuckles, almost subconsciously.

“I ken yer meaning, Sassenach,” he said sheepishly. “There were lasses with…interest, I suppose. But I ne’er felt right doing it unless she was my girlfriend. Didna matter what the lass thought, I jest couldna get past thinking I’d be dishonoring her. Jest the way I am.”

His face was impossibly more red than it had been before, and it made Claire’s heart feel strained. She could tell that he was embarrassed, that he felt like he should have some sort of explanation for why he was the way that he was.

“I think that’s very sweet, Jamie,” Claire assured him, threading her fingers in his curls and caressing his head.

“Ye dinna find me any less manly?” He was teasing, but she heard the underlying insecurity, his need to be reassured.

“Of course not,” Claire said, kissing him gently, massaging his scalp. “It’s part of what makes you you. And I quite like you. Very much.”

“And thank Heaven fer that,” he chuckled, giving her another light peck.

“So you…” Claire thought perhaps she should put a cork in it, but she was too curious, too eager to know what made him tick. “You didn't want to outside of a relationship. So you’ve never…”

“I’ve had girlfriends, Sassenach, if that’s what ye’re getting at,” he said casually. “I would wait until it felt right, and either we didn’t last that long, or it never felt right. That’s all.”

Claire nodded in understanding. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Dinna thank me. I’m only telling ye to spare my pride,” he joked. “Had to let ye know there was a reason, lest ye think I was some sort of prude.”

“Well, I do know that isn’t true, at least,” she teased, tracing her finger down the length of his arm and onto his hip bone. “But even if you were, I wouldn’t judge you at all. Though I can’t say I’m not glad.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, a glint of something she couldn’t name in his eye. “Couldna keep chaste around me, Sassenach?”

“I could, if you really felt strongly about it. It would just be…” She bit her lip, feeling herself blushing again. “Very difficult.”

“Aye, I ken what ye mean.” He tightened his grip on her, pulling her into his side. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, then rested her head on his shoulder. “Ye’re irresistible, mo ghraidh.”

That sent an electric shiver through Claire from head to toe.

“So, ye see, it’s no’ that I dinna want ye, Claire. Because I do. I verra…” She felt his throat muscles swallowing against the crown of her head. “I verra much do. And it’s no’ even that it doesna feel right. You…this feels more right than anything ever has.”

It was Claire’s turn to swallow thickly, anxiety clawing at her throat as he pressed a fervent kiss to the crown of her head.

He is so sure.

“I jest…I want it to be right, is all. I want tae honor ye the way ye deserve."

"Suppose my frantic clawing at you on the couch doesn't exactly create the perfect moment."

"It's alright, Claire," he insisted again, squeezing her shoulder. "I did...enjoy that."

She smirked against his neck, pressing a dangerous kiss there. "I could tell."

He made one of his Scottish noises, decidedly an amused one.

"I agree," Claire said. "That we should wait, I mean. I didn't realize...about you. And I think I need to, as well. For different reasons."

She'd been so wanton, so desperate to be physically closer to him, so frantic to forgo words and use her mouth to claim him rather than to open up to him, that she'd nearly ruined their first time. His first time, ever.

"I tend to..." Claire began, feeling the need to explain herself. "Avoid words, sometimes...a lot. I'm not as eloquent as you are. My body knows what to do when my brain doesn't. And that's not always a good thing.”

He gave her shoulder another squeeze, then began soothingly rubbing her upper arm. “Thank ye fer telling me that, Sassenach.”

Claire supposed that her body was ready for his, but her mind could not fully process how deeply everything ran, while Jamie had his mind more than made up about her, but he was not yet ready to give her that final piece of him.

They’d have to meet in the middle somehow.

“I trust you, Jamie.” Claire peered up at him and stroked his stubbled jawline. “It’s myself that I don’t trust quite yet. I’m trying.”

“I ken, mo ghraidh.” He kissed her head again. “It’s alright.”

“Can you…be patient with me?” She lifted her head off his shoulder so she could look into his eyes, keeping her one hand on his chin and the other on his shoulder.

Jamie smiled warmly, tenderly pushing some hair away from her face. “Of course.”

They shared a lingering, passionate kiss, and by the end, Jamie had pulled her into his lap, both legs draped over him, feet tucked between the cushion and the arm of the couch. They shimmied around a bit so they were both comfortable, Jamie nestled into the cushion and the arm, Claire’s legs curled up, and her arms draped around his neck. Heads resting together, they actually turned their attention to the television and restarted the movie they’d been ignoring.

“Is this alright?” Claire whispered, afraid of stirring something up again by sitting — however innocently — in his lap.

His massive hand moved soothingly up and down the expanse of her back.

“Aye, Sassenach. I like ye in my lap jest fine.”

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set-wingedwarrior · 4 years

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If I Could Ever

I heard half of a sentence on tv, and I accidentally wrote a demiromantic Yang! I like how it turned out though. Enjoy!

AO3

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Yang Xiao Long wasn’t capable of love.

Well, that might be poorly worded. She loved her friends, and her family. She loved her motorcycle Bumblebee, her dog Zwei, and playing her videogames. She loved messing with her little sister Ruby, the person she loved the most in the whole world.

Yang loved deeply and fiercely, with genuine care and such loyalty that most people couldn’t even dream to achieve.

It just happened she wasn’t able to love romantically.

She saw what love could do to you, what losing the love of your life could do. She saw it happen twice with her dad, how it wrecked him. With a premise like that, consciously or not, she just couldn’t let herself fall for it and stayed away from it as much as she could.

Then Blake Belladonna asked her out.

Blake has been her friend for as much as she could remember, to the point she could be considered her best friend. She was one of the rare people who had the honor to reach close to Ruby in Yang’s scale of affections, which wasn’t something to take lightly, and that’s why it put Yang in such a bad position.

With anyone else Yang would have just rejected the person and it would have ended there. She had her share of broken hearts left behind, despite her best attempts to be gentle with her rejections, and she didn’t want Blake to be one of them. Her heart took enough hits already.

But she didn’t want to lie to her either. She couldn’t, she was her best friend.

“Blake.” She said “You know I can’t.” she told her of her problems with romantic love a long time ago, and it was incredibly surprising she asked her anyway.

“I know.” Blake admitted, her nervousness showing through her ears “But I can’t keep pretending my feelings don’t exist, I needed to ask you. Will you go on a date with me?”

Yang sighed, trying to come up with a solution. “Fine.” She decided “I… I’ll try. I can’t promise you anything, but I can try and see what happens. We hang out all the time on our own already, so it can’t be too awkward right?”

Blake smiled “Right.” Then took a step in and hesitantly wrapped Yang in a hug “Thank you, for giving me a chance.”

“For you? I could never not to.” Yang found herself speaking the truth.

They agreed that if it didn’t work out they’d still be best friends, and Blake would be able to process and leave behind her feelings once and for all if it was the case. And if it did work out instead, well, it would just work out. A win-win situation overall.

So, they went on that first date. And then another. And then another again. Yang was right in thinking that they weren’t too different from all the time they hung out already, but knowing these outings were supposed to be dates gave them a little thrill, a little something she couldn’t explain. So, they went on.

Blake was the epitome of a gentleman (gentlewoman?), always doing her best to keep her comfortable and never forcing her to do anything she didn’t want to. Yang was incredibly thankful for that, and it’s thanks to all that freedom and safety that led them to their first kiss.

Blake was a little nervous about it at first afraid she might have stepped some boundaries, it was cute in a way, but Yang reassured her that she was fine with it. Despite the uncertainty of her feelings, she knew that she liked it, and that even if it all went south, she would always be happy and grateful her first kiss was with her.

This is how their weird relationship platonic/romantic borderline lasted for a few months.

Blake seemed a little on edge sometimes; Yang didn’t say anything to progress, to label themselves, but never backed out either, but it was like she expected it to happen sooner or later.

Now wasn’t one of these moments though, as she laid relaxed on Yang’s shoulder.

Blake’s parents were having a date, and she took the opportunity for pizza and movie date night at her place. It was casual, something they already used to do all the time in their friendship, and their favorite kind of date.

Yang had one arm over Blake’s shoulders, holding her close as the movie played. It wasn’t one of her favorites if she had to be honest, but it was Blake’s and so she could endure it.

Yang moved her gaze from the tv to her… best friend? Date? Friend with “minor benefits”? What could she even call what they had?

For a moment she found herself wishing there was a word, a something for them, before suddenly realizing she knew exactly what she wanted them to be.

Girlfriend. I want her to be my girlfriend.

It was such a big revelation in such a small moment, that it overwhelmed her. Yang tensed for a bit, but Blake was too engrossed with the movie to notice, luckily.

Yang watched her ember eyes reflect what was happening on screen, and the joy to be there watching her favorite movie with her. She noticed how comfortable their bodies were close together, and the pure relax and contentness that her body language showed her.

I love her.

“I love you.” Yang said, almost in trance, completely unaware of her mouth moving before it was too late.

Blake immediately turned toward her with surprise, ears perked up and eyes widened, the movie forgotten, and Yang’s lilac eyes widened in panic.

“…what?”

What the fuck did I just say, I can’t just jump from “I can’t do relationships” to “I love you” what’s wrong with me!?!

Her internal panic must have been shown because Blake gently moved a hand to cup and caress her cheek “Yang… did you mean it?”

“I don’t know.” It was truth and lie at the same time. Yang was so confused… “But I know that if I could ever love someone like that, it would be you. And maybe… I’d like to refer to you as my girlfriend, for us to be girlfriends. If that’s alright with you!”

Blake said nothing, but her bright smile spoke for her. She moved her hand from the cheek to the back of Yang’s head, and pulled her in a sweet happy kiss.

Patience and taking a risk repaid her in full.

#rwby #bumbleby #bumbleby fic #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #my fic #demiromantic!yang

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jeongyunhoed · 3 years

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: Wooyoung

Genre: Screwball romantic comedy

Warnings: Mentions of death, shipwrecks, widow/widower, mentions of infidelity (don’t cheat, it’s wrong)

Things to note: Set in the 1940s, Wooyoung’s a father in this one

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: So sorry for putting this off for weeks, but yeah, it’s here now. Get ready for more chaos.

Masterlist

After getting marooned on an island for 7 years and being declared legally dead, Ahn Jea returns home to find her husband, Jung Wooyoung, already remarried to someone else.

My Favorite Wife

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 2

Jea went back home that same night, offering to pay for the room she stayed in even if she wasn’t in there very long. She hoped Wooyoung had already told Taehee while they were there, and maybe from there, Wooyoung would come back on his own and they could start over. It was going to be an opportunity to bring things back to normal. Her, Wooyoung, their two children.

“Jea, I know it’s none of my business, but you’ve been here since last night and the children are starting to wonder,” Mrs. Jung watched her look out the window.

“I know, I know,” Jea nodded, looking down at her cup of tea.

“Are you going to tell them who you are?”

“Of course I will, mom. As soon as I get the chance,” Jea assured her mother-in-law. “Did you hear anything from Wooyoung?”

“No, he hasn’t said anything.”

Jea frowned, worry seeping in. “Not to me he hasn’t. Do you suppose he’s having trouble telling her?”

“Well, he’s had a night and a day, Jea, that should be long enough.”

“That’s just it, it’s been that long, a little too long if you ask me,” Jea looked out the window again.

They heard a honking of a car horn outside and Mrs. Jung approached the window, Jea getting up. “That must be Wooyoung now,” Mrs. Jung glanced at her.

Jea nodded as she watched the car pull up the driveway. “Yes, that is Wooyoung,” She saw him get down from the car, but her expression fell even more when he went to the other side. “Oh, mother, he’s got her with him.”

It was Mrs. Jung’s turn to panic. “Oh no, don’t you suppose he’s told her?”

“I guess he hasn’t said anything,” She shrugged.

“Then, it might be best if you weren’t here,” Mrs. Jung patted her shoulder.

“But- why should I leave?”

“It’s just that it’s going to be a little awkward,” Mrs. Jung explained.

Jea understood where her mother-in-law was coming from, but she was still determined to stand her ground rather than skulk around to meet Wooyoung in secret. This was also her house, Woojin and Jiyoung were also her children, she had just as much a right to stay, at least that’s what she tried to convince herself. “Ah, I know, you can tell her that I’m an old family friend, from uh, from down south?” She suggested.

Mrs. Jung looked worried. “Jea, I don’t like this,” Panic seemed to set in even more with her. Jea rushed back into the living room as Mrs. Jung waited by the hall to greet them.

“Well, here we are, home sweet home,” Wooyoung and Taehee approached the door.

“Wooyoungie, aren’t you going to carry me across the threshold? It’s good luck,” She cooed.

“Oh sure, sure,” Wooyoung tried to stifle the uneasiness he was feeling, especially after the night he had, from seeing Jea again to having to deal with the fact that he was married to someone else. He opened the door and picked her up bridal style. As soon as he carried her inside, his eyes widened in shock upon seeing Jea by the hall.

“Hi, Wooyoung honey!” She greeted him with an accent.

If Wooyoung wasn’t aware that he was carrying Taehee, he would’ve dropped her. “Eh?” He mumbled, blinking to snap himself out of it. He glanced at his mother, who also seemed uneasy. He put Taehee down.

“Surprised?” Jea spoke, keeping her accent thick.

Wooyoung was staring at her. “...Yeah, sort of.”

“Oh, Mrs. Jung, do you mind if I kiss the groom?” Jea turned to Taehee.

“Not at all,” Taehee replied.

“Just one big, sisterly kiss?” Jea eyed him. Taehee didn’t say anything. Jea turned to Wooyoung and planted a big kiss to his lips. “There ya go, honey.” Wooyoung felt his legs turn to jelly and he quickly wiped his lips with his sleeve.

“Uh, hello Taehee! She’s just visiting us, her mother and I went to school together,” Mrs. Jung tried to explain, in the hopes of appeasing her. Taehee looked apprehensive.

“How nice.”

“Oh, Wooyoungie, isn’t he the sweetest thing, Mrs Jung?” Jea turned to Taehee again. “I used to just adore him, he was the darlingest boy you did ever see but faithless just like a bumblebee. Going from flower to flower-”

“Now, now, now,” Wooyoung cut in.

“Oh, I was only joking, honey, I come from a family of comedians,” Jea continued, playfully smacking his arm. “You’ve been married before, haven’t ya, honey?”

“No, of course not,” Taehee replied.

Jea feigned embarrassment. “Now, whatever gave me the idea you was a widow?”

“Not yet,” Taehee glanced at Wooyoung.

“Well- I’ll go and make some drinks for us, shall I?” Wooyoung stepped back.

“You must be tired, Wooyoung, you both look tired,” Mrs. Jung spoke this time.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking but not daring to say,” Jea chuckled, eyeing him again. “Oh, I’m just terrible, saying things like that, I’m so sorry honey. Did you drive all night long?”

Wooyoung caught her gaze. “Yes, we did-”

“Oh, now ain’t that awful? No wonder you look tired,” Jea playfully smacked his arm again. “Well just you two make yourselves comfortable, we’re going to have a nice dinner for you and after dinner, Woojin and Jiyoung are going to entertain you-”

“If you don’t mind, I-” Taehee cut in.

“Jiyoung is going to play her latest piano piece on the piano, and Woojin’s going to recite a poem! Won’t that be just grand?”

“The village blacksmith stands!” Woojin recited the poem out loud later in the living room. Wooyoung sat next to Taehee, who seemed uninterested. Jea was glancing at him from time to time while listening to her son. “With large and sinewy hands! And the muscles of his brawny arms are as strong as iron bands!”

“Wooyoung,” Taehee patted his arm. “My head’s splitting, I’m going to bed,” She slowly got up from her seat, making him get up as well.

“Oh, no,” Jea was quick to bring back her accent.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to,” Taehee rubbed her temple. “Good night,” She greeted everyone. “Are you coming, Wooyoung?” She asked as she turned to leave.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be up in a little while,” He replied.

“I’ll be waiting,” She kissed him on the cheek before leaving the room.

Jea turned to him. “I guess she must be pretty tired. Kids! Kids! Quiet down now, I’m afraid someone’s got a very bad headache, we’ll have to end this performance now,” She said to the children. Both Woojin and Jiyoung frowned, the latter sliding off the piano bench.

“I was just getting started,” Woojin pouted.

“It’s time for bed anyway, both of you,” Wooyoung ruffled his son’s hair.

“Okay, good night daddy,” Jiyoung said.

“Good night, Jiyoungie,” He bent down to kiss her cheek. “Good night, Woojinie.”

“Good night,” He was still pouting as he trudged up the stairs, following Mrs. Jung. “Just when the party was getting good.”

“Good night, kids,” Jea called out to them, as she and Wooyoung watched them from the landing of the staircase.

As soon as the doors closed, Wooyoung turned to her. “Well I thought your performance was mighty good this evening, sister Jea,” He said, copying her accent and making her laugh.

“I thought you’d like that,” Jea smiled. “You’ve done a good job raising them, they’re nice kids. They’re really wonderful.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Woojin’s just like you, you know,” She smoothed out the crease on his shoulder. “Headstrong, jealous-”

“Wooyoungie! I’m waiting!” They heard Taehee say from the top of the stairs.

“I’ll be up in a minute!” Wooyoung called out, looking up at her with a small smile, a hand already reaching for Jea’s. “What were you saying?” He turned back to her.

“I was saying Woojin’s just like you, headstrong, jealous, but adorable,” She squeezed his hand. “I feel sorry for the woman who marries him.”

He raised a brow. “Why?”

Jea grinned. “Because he’s a heartbreaker, like you.”

“What are you talking about? I’m one of the most faithful husbands that ever lived.”

“With a wife in every room,” Jea teased.

“Wooyoung, I’m waiting!” Taehee called out again.

As much as he wanted to stay holding her hand, Wooyoung knew Taehee could only wait so long. “Alright! Alright!” He called out again, hearing the thud of the bedroom door.

“Are you going to tell her?” Jea asked.

“Sure I will.”

“But when?”

“Right now,” Wooyoung fumbled with his sleeve. “Of course it’s uh, it’s going to take tact, and delicacy.”

Jea nodded in understanding. “Taehee’s waiting for you.”

Wooyoung took a step up the stairs. “Yeah, well, here I go,” He glanced at her, hoping that she would know how he was feeling at that moment. “Good night, Jea.”

“Good night, Wooyoung,” Jea said quietly.

Wooyoung stepped back down. “You...used to kiss me good night,” He went up to her, taking her hands in his before pulling her into his arms.

“Alright, good night,” And he leaned in to kiss her deeply, the two of them lingering once they pulled away. “Oh, you Cassanova you,” She pouted, chuckling as he kissed her again.

Wooyoung crept inside the bedroom, taking deep breaths as he prepared himself to break the news to Taehee. The climb up the stairs from earlier seemed like an eternity, mostly because he had to think of how to tell her. He was torn between his wife and his new wife and if anyone found out about their situation, or at least the updated kind, he’d be in big trouble. Wooyoung closed the door quietly behind him, stopping as he overheard Taehee on the phone. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears as she talked to someone on the other line.

“Mother, we drove all night, all night!” Taehee ranted. “And when we got home, he didn’t even tell the children,” She broke into sobs. “Oh, mother, he just ignores me,”

He stayed still, not wanting to interrupt her conversation. “What? I don’t care what father did! I’ve never been so humiliated! I’m not going to stand it another minute! I’m going to leave him!” She sobbed, blowing her nose into a handkerchief. Wooyoung took a few steps forward, at least to make his presence known. He was hoping and praying hard that Taehee would really do it so he wouldn’t have to. Taehee sniffled and sat up upon seeing him. “Mother, I’ll call you back,” She put the phone down.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Wooyoung said quietly as he approached her.

“I’m all through now.”

“How is your mother? Your mother’s quite nice, once you get to know her.”

Taehee sniffled and reached for his hand. “Wooyoung, do you love me?” She asked.

Wooyoung felt a lump in his throat at the question. “Taehee, you’re one of the most attractive girls I know-”

“I’m your wife!” She broke into sobs again and Wooyoung sat down.

“Taehee! Don’t cry! Taehee, please!” He rubbed her back as she sobbed into his shoulder.

Taehee pulled away. “You’re playing up to that countryside snip just as if I weren’t there!” She sobbed. “In the name of heaven, tell me, what’s wrong with me?”

“Taehee! There’s nothing wrong with you! Believe me under other circumstances, well, who knows!” Wooyoung tried to appease her, only to make her cry even more. “Taehee, please, stop crying. Please, please! Let me explain! Let me start from the beginning..”

“I’m waiting,” Taehee looked down, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose some more.

“In the beginning, uh,” Wooyoung rattled his brain for the proper words. “Once there was a man, who-who met a girl. He-he was living alone for some time but he told the girl he loved her, and naturally he married said girl, now-”

She raised a brow at him. “What are you trying to say, Wooyoung?”

“Just this,” Wooyoung took a deep breath. “Taehee,” He sputtered, but her expression remained the same. “Taehee…” He stopped when he heard a ringing. “Listen, do you hear that? That’s the doorbell! Somebody’s at the door!” He got up.

“You don’t have to answer-”

“I do, somebody’s trying to get in! There’s the doorbell! I’ll get it!” Wooyoung rushed back outside and closed the door. If he could turn into a puddle, he would’ve done it already, as he climbed down the stairs to answer the door. “Come in! Come in! Uh, what do you want?” He hurriedly gestured for the man carrying a suitcase to go inside.

“Mr. Jung Wooyoung?” The man asked.

“Yes, that’s right, that’s me,” He nodded eagerly.

“I’m Kang Yeosang of the Sunrise Life and Accident Insurance,” He introduced himself. “I’m very sorry to intrude on you at this hour.”

“Not a problem, not a problem at all, let’s talk in the living room,” Wooyoung gestured for him to step in.

“But this would only take a moment-”

“No, no, I insist!” Wooyoung sat him down on the couch. He needed to stall. It was bad enough that Taehee was a sobbing mess after what he tried to say, she would’ve made a scene and woke everyone in the house if he carried on. “Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Kang?”

“Mr. Jung, have you received any communication from your first wife, Ahn Jea?” He asked.

Wooyoung stared at him. “Hmm…?”

“Oh of course not, just as I expected. You see, our district manager, Mr. Song Mingi, he’s one of those fussy types, who likes to check everything. Of course it’s customary to check when the company’s paid out a large sum of money, but this is ridiculous,” Yeosang explained with an exasperated sigh.

“What are you talking about?”

“Mr. Song claims to have a report that a woman of your first wife’s description was rescued by a Portuguese freighter,” He revealed. “As was also a man named Park Seonghwa, who was reported drowned at the same time.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, his lips beginning to form a thin line. “...Would you mind saying that again?”

“Oh please, please, don’t get angry with me, Mr. Jung, if you knew Mr. Song-”

“This uh, Park Seonghwa... He was rescued at the same time as my wife?”

“Well, according to that unverified rumor, yes,” Yeosang nodded. “Rescued after seven years. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Wooyoung forced a laugh. “What else did Mr. Song hear?”

“Not very much really. It seems that he talked to someone who talked to a Portuguese captain. He says the woman’s name was Eve.”

“Eve?”

Yeosang chuckled. “Yes, it’s lucky it wasn’t Jea and by a curious coincidence, Park Seonghwa called himself Adam.”

“What?!” He nearly shrieked. “...Oh yeah, yeah, of course, that makes sense, a lot of sense.”

“Yes, well, you should be grateful that the woman’s name was Eve and not Jea,” Yeosang got up. “Because aside from the money involved, can you imagine the situation you’d find yourself in?”

“Yeah, I can just imagine,” He said through gritted teeth.

“That settles it, I should be going now. Good night, Mr. Jung,” Yeosang greeted him again before seeing himself out.

Wooyoung tried to wrap his head around what he just found out. Jea wasn’t alone when she was shipwrecked, and by a coincidence she happened to be marooned on an island with another man. He glanced at the guest room, where he knew Jea was staying in and trudged towards the door to knock. “Who is it?” He heard Jea say behind the door. Wooyoung opened it slightly to look inside. “Come in, Wooyoung!” She said cheerfully, putting the book down on the bedside table.

“How can you sleep at a time like this?” He asked as he went inside, closing the door behind him so as they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Dreaming about Adam, hmm?” He crossed his arms.

Jea’s expression stiffened as she stared at him. “...Adam?”

“Yeah, Adam! Adam! Adam and Eve!” He repeated. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t alone on that island?! Why didn’t you tell me this man named Park Seonghwa was with you?!”

“But we didn’t arrange it, it just happened,” Jea replied calmly. “We didn’t want to be there, those awful mosquitoes, oh-”

“Never mind the mosquitoes, why didn’t you tell me about him?!”

“Because I knew you’d react the way you’re reacting right now-”

“That’s no excuse.”

“Wooyoung, I wanted to pick the right time to tell you.”

“There will never be a right time for that.”

Jea raised a brow at him. “Really? You know it just occurred to me that I should be insulted by what you’re accusing me of! I go through seven years of agony, I come home to find my husband in the arms of another woman, married, my children don’t know me! And all my husband could think of is did I carry on with some poor man who wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Now just a moment!-”

“You just a moment,” She cut him off. “Did you tell her? Did you tell Taehee?”

“Well-”

“No,” She glared at him.

“I was about to tell her when Mr. Kang came from insurance-”

“How long does it take to tell a woman: My wife’s come back? I can say it in two seconds, you’ve had two days,” Jea pointed out with a frown. “Oh, Wooyoung, you’re like this because you don’t want to tell her, so you’re taking it out on Adam..”

“Well you can’t blame me after hearing about Park Seonghwa from that man.”

“You don’t trust me,” Jea pouted. “I thought you’d be proud of me, loving you, thinking of you every day for seven years.”

“Where is he now?”

“Who?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Adam, where is he?”

“Oh, Adam, you’re jealous of him, he’s very gentle and harmless, he lives at this country club,” Jea replied.

“What’s the name of the club?”

“How should I know? He’s a clean-living, upright, stand-up guy, and a gentleman too.”

“How old a gentleman?” Wooyoung stared at her.

“Well, I-I never asked him.”

“Too personal, hmm?” He said.

“Well, he’s slightly bald, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Jea replied. “About 160 centimeters tall.”

“Scrawny?”

“Mhmm.”

“You noticed that?”

“Well, after all, we’ve been marooned together for seven years. Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Yes. When do I meet him?” He said stiffly.

“When do you tell Taehee?” She countered. “Good night, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung spent the rest of the night thinking about where the man Jea spent seven years on a deserted island was now. By morning, he started calling every single sports and country club close by, much to Taehee’s liking. He needed to find this Park Seonghwa, and probably give him a piece of his mind. By the time he found the club that had Park Seonghwa as a guest, Wooyoung made his way over, almost passing by Taehee without saying goodbye. He was too focused on seeing what this Park Seonghwa looked like.

“Olivier Sports club, huh,” He mumbled, following the clerk who was assigned to show him to where Seonghwa was. Wooyoung followed the clerk to the poolside, groups of families, couples, and friends crowding around the large Olympic-size swimming pool. “Oh, that must be Park Seonghwa,” He gestured to the small, scrawny, middle-aged man applying sunblock on himself.

“Oh, no, sir, that’s not Park Seonghwa,” The clerk shook his head. “There’s Park Seonghwa.”

Wooyoung’s eyes traveled to where the clerk was pointing, only to realize that he was looking at the tall, young man on the high dive. He was lean yet toned, and he was incredibly handsome. If anything, he looked like he could be in movies. “...That’s Park Seonghwa?”

“Yeah, he said he used to be a champion swimmer, nearly made it to the Olympics,” The clerk said, as if anticipating what the male was about to do next. Wooyoung noticed that everyone seemed to stop and look at him. Seonghwa jumped off the high dive and landed into the pool with a flourish. Everyone clapped in their places. “Will there be anything else, sir?” The clerk asked this time.

“Yeah, I want to reserve a table for lunch, a table for two, right next to Mr. Park Seonghwa,” Wooyoung was still watching the way the taller male greeted the ladies, flashing a smile every now and then as if aware of the charm he brought on. He left the resort and headed for home, ready to confront his wife.

“Some wine for madam?” The waiter said to Jea as she and Wooyoung sat at the table he reserved by the pool hours later. Jea nodded and the waiter poured some wine into her glass while setting down the martini in front of Wooyoung before walking off.

“Ah, Wooyoung, this is such a nice place for lunch,” Jea smiled. “I guess you thought you owed me after those awful suspicions of yours,” She took a sip of her wine and Wooyoung did the same to his own drink. “Tell you what, let’s make a toast, to no more suspicions,” She suggested, holding up her glass.

“No more suspicions,” He repeated, clinking his glass with hers, watching her as she took another sip.

“If married people can’t be honest with each other, who can?” Jea said proudly.

“Exactly” Wooyoung was still smiling, glancing over at the tall male who was getting out of the pool.

“What are you looking at, darling-” Jea followed his glance and stopped, realizing why he brought her here. “Oh.”

“What are you staring at, honey?” Wooyoung stifled a noise of satisfaction. “I thought maybe you were watching that guy go for a swim.”

“What- What guy?” Jea eyed him.

“That guy, coming this way,” Wooyoung pointed out.

“Eve! Eve!” The male from the pool waved at her as he walked up to them.

“Oh dear,” Jea mumbled.

“I thought I saw you down here,” He said, drying himself with a towel. “Can you bring my robe over, please?” He said to the clerk passing by, clearly aware of who he was and where he usually stayed by the pool. “Well, I’m so happy to see you, Eve.”

“Won’t you introduce me?” Wooyoung was trying not to break out into a grin as he noticed Jea’s expression, but before she could say anything, he stood up to hold out his hand. “My name’s Jung Wooyoung, I didn’t catch yours.”

“I’m Park Seonghwa,” He shook it, taking the robe from the clerk to put on. “Hasn’t Eve told you that we were-”

“Park Seonghwa?” Wooyoung asked, as if to rub it in Jea’s face.

“Yes, Park Seonghwa,” He nodded.

“That’s funny, I thought Seonghwa was balding,” Wooyoung eyed his wife again.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not,” Seonghwa shook his head.

“Well, Mr. Park, why don’t you have lunch with us?”

“I’d be glad to! I’m in need of nourishment,” Seonghwa sat down on the extra chair next to them and waved over another clerk.

“We’ve ordered chicken a la king, does chicken appeal to you or do you confine yourself to raw meat?”

“I’ve never touched it. I’m strictly a vegetarian,” Seonghwa replied. “Could I have a glass of tomato juice, a milkshake, and carrot sticks,” He said to the clerk, who nodded and walked off again. He sighed in content. “Ah, how are things, Eve?” He turned to her.

“Mr. Park, I better tell you, my husband hasn’t slept since he found out you were on the island with me,” Jea began to explain, side-eyeing Wooyoung as she said it. “He’s arranged this meeting to trap us into a confession-”

“Hey, wait a minute-” Wooyoung tried to chime in.

“He’s a very clever lawyer so beware. I plan on being foxy myself,” Jea cut him off, turning to Seonghwa this time.

“I’ve got nothing to hide,” Seonghwa chuckled.

“I know, but he has,” Jea side-eyed Wooyoung. “You see, Wooyoungie over here’s married again.”

Seonghwa gaped and Jea nodded. “Congratulations!” He shook Wooyoung’s hand again. “That’s the best news I’ve received!”

“Why? What’s that to you?” Wooyoung raised a brow, suspicion settling in again.

“Can’t you see? It makes everything simpler! Now I can come and finally tell you,” Seonghwa took her hand.

“Tell me what?” Wooyoung’s lips were pressed into a line at the growing frustration.

“Well, I’d like to marry Eve.”

“Oh you would, would you?!” Wooyoung nearly shrieked.

“I’ve known your wife for seven years,” Seonghwa beamed with pride. “And no man could ask for a better companion, a truer friend, or a more charming playmate if I do say so myself,” He chuckled. “I’ve admired her so much, but all she could talk about was you, well, now that you’re married again maybe she could listen to me,” He turned to Jea. “Will you marry me?”

Jea stared at Seonghwa at the sudden proposal. Wooyoung couldn’t believe what he was hearing even more. “That’s sweet of you, Seonghwa-”

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” Wooyoung tried to cut in.

“I don’t see why you should get upset, you’re not allowed to have two wives, you know,” Seonghwa pointed out.

“I know! I know!”

He turned back to Jea again. “What’s your answer, Eve? Marry me?”

“Leave her alone! What are you rushing for? Your-” Wooyoung was getting flustered. “Your carrots aren’t here yet!”

“Can I ask you something? How long were you married to Jea before she got shipwrecked?”

“Four years.”

“Well, I was with her for seven, so I have seniority,” Seonghwa pointed out with a grin and a laugh. “Ah, looks like I’ve got you there.”

“You’ve got nothing but a lot of-”

Jea got up, passing behind Seonghwa’s chair and taking a few steps back. “If you gentlemen will excuse me, I think maybe you two could settle this better without me, no don’t get up, it might surprise you to know that I can perfectly get along without either of you. I’m perfectly able to take care of myself-”

“Jea! Look out! The pool!” Wooyoung yelled, but it was too late. Jea’s misstep with her heel sent her falling into the water.

Seonghwa removed his robe and got up from his seat. “Hold your breath Jea! I’ll save you!” He jumped in the pool, swimming towards her.”

“Dr. Choi, what do you think it could be?” Taehee asked the man sitting with her in the living room. “We’ve been married since a few days ago and I’ve hardly seen him,” She looked worried.

“It’s not at all unusual, Mrs. Jung,” Dr. Choi Jongho assured her.

“Really?”

“Oh, there are hundreds of similar cases,” Jongho nodded.

The front door opened and Wooyoung came in, not bothering to remove his hat and coat. “Wooyoung! Wooyoung, where have you been?” She asked.

“Oh hello, excuse me,” Wooyoung greeted her and the doctor behind her. “I’ve got to get some dry clothes,” He took a few steps up the stairs.

“Wooyoung, your clothes are dry.”

“They’re not for me, they’re for a friend of mine,” Wooyoung replied. He really wasn’t in the mood to tell Taehee everything at this moment, his mind preoccupied with the thought of Seonghwa spending time with Jea while he was here in this house. “She fell in the swimming pool-”

“This is Dr. Choi Jongho, he said he gave a message during a funeral,” Taehee introduced them. Wooyoung only waved at him in response. “It’s alright, he knows, he’s going to help us.”

“He knows what?” Wooyoung stared at her.

“It’s not at all unusual, Wooyoung, Dr. Choi says there are hundreds of similar cases.”

“Oh, well, it’s very nice to meet you again, Dr. Choi, but if you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to get some dry clothes” Wooyoung rushed up the rest of the stairs and into the room.

Taehee frowned and turned back to the doctor. “You see? He just doesn’t make sense. Sometimes I think I’m going mad,” She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Now, now, it’s not unusual, the mood and pose is characteristic of the frustrated individual,” Jongho patted her shoulder. “If I may make a suggestion? You get some rest while I wander in on your husband and casually talk things over, hmm?”

“Please, Dr. Choi. I don’t care what you do, but please do something,” Taehee pleaded.

Wooyoung suddenly returned with an armful of clothes, passing by them as he climbed down the stairs and was about to head for the door. “Bye! I have to get back!” He called out as he was about to place the clothes in the car.

“Wooyoung! Wooyoungie!” She called out. “Where are you going? And those clothes - they’re a woman’s clothes! Some of those are my clothes!” Taehee followed him out, as did the doctor.

“I know, I know, I just told you, a friend of mine-”

“Now, now, Mr. Jung,” Jongho spoke. “Be calm, your friend can wait.”

“Wooyoung,” Taehee took his free hand. “If you’ll talk to Dr. Choi just for a few minutes, please.”

He glanced at the doctor. “What do you want? What do you both want? Can’t a man come into his own home without being pestered?”

“We’re only trying to help you, darling,” Taehee squeezed his hand. “Don’t you want to come back in and lie down?”

“Well, I don’t want to lie down, and I don’t even need a doctor either,” Wooyoung was getting frustrated. “I might as well tell you right now. I’m married.”

“Of course you are,” Taehee said.

“No, no,” He shook his head. “My wife’s… not dead, she- she didn’t drown. She fell in the pool, I was getting clothes and there’s another guy, a tall guy, he was on an island with her and now they’re at the Olivier sports club and now I have to go there,” Wooyoung explained.

“I understand, darling,” Taehee rubbed the back of his hand and he snatched it back.

“No, no, you don’t understand,” He was getting more frustrated, knowing that Taehee wasn’t exactly seeing what he meant. “Taehee, listen carefully, she was at the hotel when we arrived at Grant for our honeymoon and that’s why-that’s why I was- So upset, so distant, and oh my god isn’t it clear to you? Do I have to draw a diagram?!”

Taehee tugged on his hand again. “You need a long rest, Wooyoungie. Doesn’t he, Dr. Choi?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the matter with you two?” Wooyoung gave them a look. “I think you’re both crazy!”

They saw two policemen and a detective approach the gate. “Is Mr. Jung here?” They called out, showing their badges. They eyed Wooyoung. “Are you Mr. Jung Wooyoung?” The detective asked.

“Not now,” Wooyoung waved them off. “Look, Taehee, my wife, the mother of my children, Ahn Jea-”

“Mr. Jung?” The detective called out again.

“Yes, yes, what is it? What do you want?”

“Mr. Jung, I’ve got a warrant for your arrest,” They said. “Please come with us to police headquarters.”

He raised a brow. “Arrest? You can’t arrest me. On what charge?”

“Bigamy.”

Wooyoung gaped at them. “...Eh?!”

“Bigamy?” Taehee looked stunned, as the policemen put handcuffs on Wooyoung.

“Bigamy! I’m arrested!” Wooyoung was still in shock.

“Oh Wooyoung-”

“Now do you believe me?!” Wooyoung yelled as he was being taken to the car.

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Could I request some bayverse autobots visiting s/o at work as a surprise to take them out on a little mid-day date?

Bayverse Optimus and Bumblebee Visiting their S/O at work

Optimus Prime:Working at a popular bar was relatively easy for the most part if you don’t count the drunkards and men and women that grope you that is. I’ve been working in the bar since I was young since it was a family-run bar that was to be expected. However, when I first started when I was 14 to get some pocket money I was behind the till mostly or helping out in the kitchen. As I grew so did my role in the bar, now here I am working either behind the bar making drinks or serving people their drinks and meals. Today was especially busy due to the bars anniversary, all the regulars came in to celebrate — which was most of the locals — while some tourists and people who just so happened to read the sign that advertised how we had nearly half-price on most drinks visited now and again. To describe it as hectic would be an understatement.All-day I was either rushing about serving people, behind the bar or helping out in the kitchen, everyone was all over the place. I had skipped all my breaks to help keep on top of everything, by the end of my shift was exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for hours. Since I stayed behind until closing time as I finally bid the rest of the remaining workers a farewell and walked out into the fresh air the sky was pitch black. Sighing while looking at the sky, a cloud of condensation escaping my lungs as I did so, I wrapped my coat around me tighter and began the walk home in the dark and cold winter night.I was only a few steps away from my workplace when a loud horn sounded behind me, jumping I spun on my heel to glare at whoever it was that honked at me, as I did so I recognised the person as non-other than my Significant other, Optimus Prime. Instantly my glare changed to a bright smile He pulled up next to me and opened his cab door to allow me to climb in. “Hey Optimus, you scared me.” I giggled a little as he shut his door and began to drive down the streets.“Sorry, my bad. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He apologised I settled into the seat and was almost lulled into a peaceful sleep, Optimus drove around town while we had a nice conversation. I snuggled more into his seat while yawning. “Do you want me to drive you back home? I can see how tired you are by your one-word answers.” His voice was soft and soothing.I sat up and tried to look more alert, “No it’s fine, I’m awake.” I spoke with enthusiasm in my tone however the little yawn that followed betrayed me. I smiled straight after, however. Optimus didn’t reply, rather instead he decided to sigh.Finally, after a little more driving he came to a halt, too busy trying to stay awake I didn’t bother taking in my surroundings, I soon realized that I had shut my eyes sometime during the ride which prompted me to snap them open. Taking in the scenery I found that we had arrived at the top of a hill overlooking to the small town I lived in, the stars lit up the sky while the moon coated everything in a pale soft light.I smiled knowing he had taken us out to our little hideaway. We spent quite a while there just ranting about work and letting all our worries out. We took turns to listen to each other ranting before we finally had to end our sacred alone time due to Optimus being called back to base we both sighed and smiled at one another before heading back to base.It was nice to relax with him for that little while before going to sleep and then make my way to work once more in the afternoon the next day.BumblebeeIt’s been that was just a normal day at work, rushing about trying to make sure everything is organised and in the right place, working on my work while also trying to organise other peoples work that was sent to be to clean up and finalise the work being sent. I worked at a studio that specialized in 2D and 3D animation. I was the head of Storyboarding for a few shows the studio works on due to directors knowing me personally and liking my work. While it was hectic and I was either trying to find panels that had been lost or had been mixed up, which happen often and needed to be put back into order before being sent off to be animated. However, I adored this job and loved the work and it paid well which was a massive plus. I sighed after finishing the work I needed to complete for today. I packed up my things and headed towards the staffroom to gather the empty food containers that I used to bring in treats like homemade cookies and muffins I got from the leftovers from the party my family had last night. I baked the cookies and maybe made a little too many so I brought the leftovers for my coworkers to enjoy.Gathering my containers, I noticed I had two left, Smiling I went to my director’s office and offered him them, he took one while thanking me for thinking of him and I left his office with a smile on my face after having a little chat with him over both work and personal issues. Waiting for me outside was certain yellow Camaro I was all too familiar with. My cousin Sam got out and greeted me with a hug. “(Y/n)! Long time no see!” He cheered while grabbing my shoulders to pull me into a hug.I shrugged him off, we’ve been super close since we were toddlers and constantly teased each other, yet were both protective over each other because of our close bond, like a sibling kinda love, “you saw me just a few hours ago, how could you have missed me so much already?” I teased while sliding into the Camaro while Sam did the same, “Hey, Bee hows it going?” Bee responded through the radio in a flirty way, I rolled my eyes, typical Bumblebee.“Hey, Bee what have I told you about flirting with my cousin?” I just barely concealed a giggle.“Why, do you feel left out?” I pouted at him in mock sadness while bee sped off down the street.“No! I just feel uncomfortable hearing you two being all lovie dovie with each other after finding out what you two have been doing together, especially while you were in my garage the other night.” Sam pulled a face. Confused I tried to think of what we’d done that Sam knew about. “I wanted to talk to Bumblebee one night and heard you two together instead.”Suddenly realisation dawned on me, “Oh, OH! Ew Sam! What did you think we were doing?” I hit Sam a few times, Bee seemed to chuckle but did nothing besides that. Sam tried to stammer out his excuses but was just digging himself deeper in the hole he created himself. “Bee and I were having a movie night when he thought it’d be a good idea to start a tickle fight! Seriously, Sam?” I pulled a face and looked away from him and out the window.“Hey! Does taking our relationship further really disgust you that much?” Bee whined through his radio, I gave him a pointed look begging him that we not have this conversation while my cousin was in the car with us.“Not now, Bee.” I simply replied with a smirk lingering on my lips, meanwhile Sam just got more weirded out from our conversation, “Sam just drop it.”“You’re going to sleep with my car! I can’t just drop it - not like I’m saying you can’t sleep with him-it’s just-OK I need to stop thinking about this so much-how would it even work anyway-you know what? I don’t want to know-wait Bee you can ha-”“Okay! That’s enough! Conversation over!"My face felt like it was on fire, "Way to make things awkward Sam.” I giggled a little. The rest of the car ride was filled with the normal conversations we had after a few seconds of awkward silence.Finally, after dropping Sam off at his house, Bee took us to my garage which was big enough for him to transform and not have to hunch over as to not hit his head. I flopped onto the couch that was down there and sighed since this place was where I do any personal work while working at home it became a place where Bee and I hung out often due to the nice and easy atmosphere.“So.” Bee tried to start a conversation, I raised an eyebrow while looking over at him, I hummed to let him know that he had my attention, I rested my arm over my eyes while Bee continued to look at me and sitting on the floor beside me. “Do you want to take our relationship further?” He asked through his radio, doing his best to sound gentle.My heart leapt out my chest at the question, I removed my arm from my face and propped myself up on my elbows, the emotion in his eyes told me everything. He was curious but also tried his best to remain eye contact. “Bee,” I whispered his name tenderly.At my lack of reply, he deflated and looked away from me “nevermind” I sat up fully and called his name to get his attention again.“Hey, I never said no. It’s just, I’ve never gone that far with anyone before.” My voice got less confident and more secretive. “I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever been with before so if I were to go that far with anyone I would love for it to be with you.” I shyly caught his eye and give a timid smile.“I didn’t know. Sorry.” Bee apologised, I told him it was fine while climbing to be level with his face. Catching his optics once more I gave a warm and sincere smile before kissing his cheek tenderly. Bee let out a happy and soft whir while leaning into my touch. “I love you,” Bee whispered with his own very quiet and rough voice that he saved for tender moments like these since it was a struggle for him.“I love you more.”“I don’t think that’s possible.” Bee carefully moved me so I was cuddled into him while we got comfortable.

#bayverse #bumblebee x reader #optimus prime x reader #x reader #transformers x reader #human reader #asks #anonymous #bumblebee #optimus prime

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jmeelee · 4 years

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Trick or Treat (You look good enough to eat)

Derek didn’t mind working Halloween night. It was notoriously dead (pun intended), lacking the usual pain-in-the-butt patrons, and gave him time to catch up on his year-end book orders. Cindy made him a double batch of her famous salted-caramel brownies as thanks for covering her shift, and proceeded to show him no less than thirty pictures of her one-year-old dressed in a bumblebee costume. “It’s her first time going trick-or-treating,” she said for the umpteenth time. “I’m so grateful I don’t have to miss it.” He hummed politely at the pictures (he liked kids, just, you know, not thirty pictures of the same one) and snatched the proffered plate of caramel-chocolate goodness, mouth already watering.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet. You look good enough to eat.”

At first, Derek thought the statement was directed at him.

The words echoed through the silent, almost-empty library like a tomb. The digital clock in the bottom right corner of his monitor read 5:39 PM. The only other staff working tonight were two elderly clerks clad in sparkly pumpkin sweatshirts and the teenage page who was too old for Halloween but still wore a cat-ear headband.

Derek glanced up from the computer, over the top of his black-rimmed glasses, mouth set in a firm, no-nonsense line. It was his best librarian face, the one he slid on to deal with censorship challenges and patrons who loved to loudly announce, “I’m a taxpayer!” when the movie they wanted to borrow was already checked out. But the guy—tall, wiry, with shaggy brown hair in need of a cut—wasn’t trying to sweet-talk Derek at all.

Shame. He was devilishly handsome, and just Derek’s type.

Instead, cute-guy was buttering up the bowl of candy corn sitting on the circulation desk, next to a festive sign with smiling black bats proclaiming, “Bat-ter take one before they’re gone!” A grin stretched his generous mouth, dimpling into pale cheeks dusted with tiny dark moles. He reached a long-fingered hand into the orange plastic dish.

“I wouldn't do that,” Derek warned, voice soft but commanding.

The patron tore his laser-focused attention away from the sugary treats, large teddy-bear brown eyes going wide when they landed on Derek’s face. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. He dropped a single tri-colored kernel back onto the heap, cleared his throat and slowly reeled in his hand. “Oh, uh…sorry? I thought the sign said they were free.”

“They are,” Derek informed him. “But they’ve been sitting here since my shift started at noon, and about a dozen kids have dug through them.” Derek inclined his head and lowered his voice, tone intended to strike terror. “And Dave, too.”

The candy corn caper’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned a little further over the desk. “Is Dave the monster who made you work on Halloween night?”

Derek took great satisfaction watching the guy’s reaction. “No. He’s a regular who always picks his nose.”

“Gross,” the cute guy said, looking at the bowl with a grimace. “These things are terrible, but they’re my favorite and I couldn’t resist. You really did me a solid.”

He stepped away with a sad sigh. Derek found himself not wanting to break the spell, so he added a flippant, “Trust me, you’re better off buying a discount bag in a day or two. Less chance of contracting the plague.”

The guy threw his head back and howled with laughter, the sound liquid and warm, hitting Derek’s veins like a double shot of espresso, giving his heart palpitations. “Well, thanks—“ big brown eyes slid down Derek’s face, his neck, catching on the magnetic name tag clipped to his tan cardigan—“Derek, for saving my life. Unfortunately, there’s no corn-syrupy goodness lurking in my near future.”

He gestures to a young, brown-haired boy bedecked in a DJ Yonder outfit, quietly pulling puzzles out of the activity bin. “I’m Stiles, and that’s my son, Jordan. He has some pretty serious food allergies. I only have partial custody, but I don’t keep anything in my house that might cause a reaction. He’s anaphylactic to most nuts and has celiac disease.” Cute patron—Stiles—shrugged, holding his large hands away from his body in a what-can-you-do gesture. “Hence why we’re visiting the library on Halloween, instead of Trick-or-treating.”

Derek blinked, brain working overtime to absorb the information dump. Cute guy. Lickable moles. Pornographic hands. No ring on his finger. Sweet, well-behaved kid. Single dad.

“You guys didn’t want to hit up some Teal Pumpkin spots?” Derek asked.

Oh. Add adorable nose crinkle to the list. “Some... what?”

Derek spun forty-five degrees in his chair, kicked off the file drawer and rolled to the reference shelf, where he pulled down a green binder.

“Impressive.” Stiles raised an eyebrow as Derek glided back to the desk and stood, opening the binder and handing it to him.

“A lot of people are starting to provide non-food treats for trick-or-treaters since food restrictions are so prevalent. It’s called the Teal Pumpkin Project. You put a teal-colored pumpkin on your porch, and add your house to the online map.” Derek pulled a copy of the local map and an informational brochure out of a laminated sleeve. “This map was printed yesterday morning. You can have it if you want.”

Jordan looked up from his puzzle, eyes hopeful. “Can we go, Dad? Can we?”

Stiles turned toward his son, face softening, and Derek found himself wondering how it would feel to have such unadulterated joy directed at him. “Sure, dude. Let’s give it a shot.” Jordan hooted, fist-pumping the air.

“Thanks again,” Stiles said, waving the map between himself and Derek. “I can’t believe I’d never heard about this. You’re a lifesaver.”

Derek shrugged, half-satisfied at providing excellent customer service, and half-guilty for not wanting Stiles to leave so soon. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you find information.”

“And to protect me from contaminated candy corn.” Stiles winked, and Derek’s stomach swooped like he’d eaten one-too-many brownies. “Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear cardigans.”

“Have fun tonight,” Derek said to both of them in parting. It was the first time in ten years on the job that he didn’t want a reference interview to end. “And be safe.”

Jordan dragged his father toward the automatic doors, and Derek definitely did not lean over and covertly check out Stiles’ retreating back side from behind the staircase to the second floor.

If he hadn’t been paying such close attention, Derek might have missed Stiles halting them at the door with a soft, “Hey bud. I forgot one thing. Wait here for a second.” As Stiles turned and jogged back to the desk, Derek quickly grabbed some loose papers from the desk, shifting them around in his hands and burning holes in them with his eyeballs. Too late he realized one sheet was upside down.

“Hey, Derek?” Stiles asked, a little breathless.

Derek cleared his throat and laid down the paper armor. “Yeah?”

“I know stuff like this probably happens to you all the time, since you look, you know…” Stiles gestured to Derek’s face and broad, sweater-clad shoulders. “Like that. And I promise I’m not trying to be creepy here, though technically Halloween is the perfect night for creepy-”

“Stiles,” Derek expertly interrupted. “How can I help you?”

“I was wondering… I was hoping…” He took a deep breath. “I have to drop Jordan off at his mom’s tonight at 8:30, and if you’re free after work…”

Derek exhaled the manic butterflies tickling his ribs. “You want to go trick-or-treating?”

Stiles blinked, then burst out in a cackle loud enough to rival a witch. “As long as it involves you, me and some caffeine, I’m game for anything.”

Derek scratched at his bearded jawline. “Well, there’s a live ghost story reading happening at the coffee shop down the street. It starts at 9:00. I could meet you there?”

And oh. So that’s what it felt like to have Stiles’ soft, happy look directed at him. It felt frighteningly good.

“It’s a date,” Stiles said, backing away, smile big enough to make sweet little laugh lines crinkle around his eyes . “See you in a bit.”

Derek munched another brownie and watched the swing of Stiles’ slim hips as he walked away.

Yeah. Definitely good enough to eat.

#sterekhalloween5 #eternalsterek #sterekweek2019 #sterek #haleinski #halloween #sterek fic #photoset #moodboard #a HUGE thank you to sterek week!!!! you guys are the best

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years

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Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Eight:

Parking in the garage, Bucky cut the engine and climbed out. Steve started to as well, until Wanda asked, "You live here?"

Having gotten used to the brownstone, Steve almost forgot what it was like to see it for the first time. It brought Steve back to his former self who was positive that he and Bucky wouldn't be able to afford it. Or that it would be too large for just the two of them. Sure, they had fixed it up once they did purchase it, but the bones of the house had always been elegant.

"We do," Steve confirmed, climbing out and opening the passenger door for her.

With some difficulty, Wanda climbed out of the car and rubbed her small baby bump. Eyes wide as she looked over everything. The hockey sticks, the baseball and softball bats, the plethora of soccer balls and basketballs. On the walls, bikes were mounted out of the way. Up top, in the loft were kayaks and inner tubes for their camping trips at the lake. As Wanda's eyes roamed over the interior of the garage, so did Steve's; trying to see what she could be seeing.

However, all Steve could see was a home.

Bucky led them through the garage and started the tour. Pushing open the door to the right, he said, "This is the laundry room." Turning, around, Bucky pointed to the door at the end of the hall, "That's our bedroom."

Then, he started heading upstairs. Bucky first, Wanda next, and Steve last. Once at the main level, Steve noticed that the girls were absent while Luke and Ethan lounged on the sofa in their pajamas, freshly bathed and relaxing before bed.

"These are our sons." Steve gestured to the older boy on his phone, "Luke and --" he gestured to the little boy cuddling with a hand-me-down Pascal pillow from, Tangled, "-- Ethan."

Both boys turned to look at her while Bucky said, "Guys, this is Wanda."

"Hi," Ethan shyly greeted before bashfully burying his face in the stuffed chameleon's body.

"Hey," Luke gave her a nod before redirecting his attention to his phone.

Wanda cleared her throat and softly returned, "Hi."

Steve smiled. They didn't seem to hate each other, and he saw that as a success. All the while, Bucky gestured to the left, towards the front of the house, "That's the sitting room."

"There's art supplies," Steve told her, giving her a kind smile when she looked at him, "You can use anything in there. Markers, paints, beads. Anything."

Mutely, Wanda nodded and ducked her head when Steve looked at her for too long. Steve's heart broke a little more, with every movement to withdrawal into herself. They had kids like that in the past. The abused and neglected. With Sun-Hi, they had spent months trying to get her to even make eye contact with them. Now, she was a confident young woman in culinary school. With Tommy, it had taken longer, but now he could argue without having a panic attack. Which was miles away from where he had been.

Steve could only hope that they'd be able to help Wanda, too.

As the trio made their way to the kitchen, Steve asked, "Would you like to eat first? Or you can bathe while we warm it up."

Wanda shifted uncomfortably and meekly answered, "I'd like to shower."

Steve nodded and started guiding her back through the dining room and into the living room. Rounding the grand staircase, Steve led the way. All the while, Bucky could be heard in the kitchen, preparing the soup. On the second story of the house, Tibby could be heard with Sophia.

Tibby could be heard laughing, "It must be nice being a duck."

"Quack, quack," Sophia giggled.

Rounding the banister, Steve found Tibby brushing Sophia's stringy-wet hair while the little girl pretended that her arms were duck wings. Steve couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and the joy that radiated off of them. Once Wanda was on the landing, Steve gestured towards the two who could be seen in the doorway of the girls' bedroom and said, "That's Bucky's sister, Tibby, and our daughter Sophia."

Wanda nodded in acknowledgement and Steve gestured towards the rooms closest to the stairs, "These are the boys' rooms." Walking towards the other end of the hallway, Steve passed the bathroom and said, "We like to leave the door open, so people know that it's not occupied. But we also knock whenever the door is closed, just in case. Pretty common sense stuff. There's hair-ties galore that you can use, and unopened toothbrushes in the second drawer."

Another nod and Steve led the way towards the other two bedrooms. The one that Katie shared with Holly when she was home from college, and the one with multiple beds that was currently only occupied by Sophia and her dolls.

Gesturing to the room on the right, Steve said, "You'll be staying in here."

Wanda peeked into the room and sheepishly smiled at the little girl who had stopped quacking long enough to have her black hair braided so it'd be curly, "just like Auntie Tibs'." For a moment, the two paused and smiled over at Steve and Wanda, nothing but kindness. Steve could already see the adoration filling in Sophia's eyes. Sure, she loved her brothers, but she loved having sisters, too.

"You can choose either of the other beds, just not the one with the pink floral comforter and the bumblebee pillow. That's Sophia's bed." Steve informed, crossing his arms and hugging himself instead of hugging this poor girl who needed so much love.

Thickly swallowing, Wanda darted her tongue out along her lips to wet them and answered, "The bed closest to the window, please."

For a moment, fear shot through Steve. Terrified that she'd try to make an escape and run away. Only, his imagination got the better of him as he dreaded that next time they found her on the street, she'd be dead.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he squeezed himself once before he dropped his arms and turned to look at the timid brunette. "How about you take a shower and I'll find you some clean clothes and change your sheets, so they're fresh?"

Simply, Wanda nodded and headed for the bathroom. Steve was starting downstairs as Wanda closed the door. Only, he paused when she did. Through the crack of the door, she peeked over at him and quietly said, "Thank you."

"No problem," Steve sincerely grinned.

Once the door was closed, he continued on his way. Looping around the banister at the bottom and heading straight down to the lower level of the house. Figuring that the only clothes that would comfortably fit, would be Bucky's. Immediately checking the dryer to see if there were any warm clothes in there. However, it was just the kids' laundry, so Steve headed into their bedroom and straight for their closet.

Knowing that the Father's Day sweatshirts were the softest, Steve grabbed a maroon colored one that correctly claimed, Number One Dad. Smiling down at the soft garment, he rifled through Bucky's sweat pants until he found a pair of gray joggers. After all, she was taller than him, so she definitely wouldn't fit a pair of Steve's. Plus, Bucky's were comfier.

As Steve returned to the main level, he found the boys still lounging along with the sleeping dog. Glancing at the clock, Steve reached over the back of the couch. Smoothing down Ethan's damp hair, Steve said, "Bedtime."

"Papa," the six year old unhappily whined, burying his face further into the Pascal pillow.

"I know, bub," Steve soothed, "But it's late and you've had a long day. I've had a long day. And you don't want to be grumpy tomorrow."

Ethan huffed and dramatically slid off the sofa, disturbing Thor at their feet. Still clutching the stuffed chameleon to his slender frame. Tugging at his Mandalorian, The Child, pajamas until they were right on his body again. Then, he slumped his shoulders and started trudging up the staircase.

Shaking his head, Steve directed his attention back to Luke and told him, "I want you to go to bed in an hour."

"Got it," he grumped, stretching out on the sofa, not taking his gaze off the phone.

Recognizing that something was wrong, Steve rested his arms on the back of the couch and asked, "What's up?"

For a moment, Luke just chewed on his plump lower lip. Then, he looked up at Steve and sat up. Quietly, he huffed, "She's older than me. Which means that I'm back to sitting in the back seat. And that my movie choice will be pushed back. And… and I'll have to wait until she's done in the bathroom before I can get ready."

Sighing, Steve walked around and sat on the couch. Setting the clothes to the side, he gestured for Luke to come closer, and that was exactly what he did. The boy leaned into Steve's side and rested his head on Steve's slender shoulder. It still surprised Steve sometimes with how much he had grown in the last four years. He had a growth spurt, where his shorter, chubbier frame thinned out for the most part, which he seemed particularly thrilled about. He had armpit hair, and that, for some reason, surprised Steve because his little boy was growing up.

Smoothing Luke's slightly damp, combed out hair away from his face, Steve rested his cheek on the top of his head while he was still able to do so. Trying to comfort the teen, he said, "Just because someone new came into the family doesn't mean that you're going to be pushed to the side. It doesn't mean that we're not going to listen to you, or not care about what you have to say. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean that we're going to love you any less. You should know that by now."

Luke eased against Steve, "Thanks, pops."

"Of course," Steve assured, kissing the top of his head, "We're always going to be here for you. Always. No matter how old you are, or how far away you move -- although I would like to still be close enough to hug you, please and thank you -- you can always come to us. And when you don't remember that, we'll remind you." Then, for good measure, Steve added, "I love you, bub."

"Love you, too," Luke exhaled deeply, as though he had truly forgotten. And maybe he had. But Steve meant what he said. When Luke gave his torso a squeeze, Steve knew that he remembered again. Remembered and believed him.

#a place to fall #jump then fall #those who fall #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #domestic life #fluff #smut #otp

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cali-holland · 5 years

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X Marks the Spot- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Singer!Reader

Prompt: You and Tom dated in high school and even got matching tattoos together, but you two are pulled apart from your different careers.

Word Count: 1500

Based On: The One That Got Away by Katy Perry (I suggest the acoustic version!) and I Love You by Alex and Sierra

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“Is this really all we’re going to do for my birthday?” You asked Tom, pulling away from kissing him for air.

“Making out in my car isn’t the way you want to celebrate a new year?” He grinned.

“I’m enjoying myself, but we do this almost every night. I want to do something crazy, something stupid tonight.”

“What do you have in mind?” Tom replied.

“Want to get matching tattoos?” You suggested.

“You know both of our parents would hate that.”

“So we don’t tell them, we just have to hide it.” You explained.

“Okay, let’s do it.” You two got settled back into the car seats and he drove off to the nearest tattoo parlor.

“What are we getting?” Tom asked as you two waited for the next appointment.

“X and O? Just a simple one?” You stated.

“Perfect.” He replied, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

~~~

The time of pure love and happiness halted to an end when your singing career kicked off and Tom’s acting career drew him away from home as well. Both of you worked tirelessly to achieve your dreams, but for the time being it just didn’t seem like those dreams would happen together.

It had been four years since you had last heard from Tom, five years since you got the little X tattoo on your hip and since Tom got his little O tattoo on his hip. All these years later, your paths crossed once again at none other than the Graham Norton show. You were there performing your latest single, I Love You, while Tom promoted Spider-Man: Far From Home.

“Are you serious right now?” You asked your manager as she told you who was going to be on the show with you that night.

“Yes, why would I be kidding?” She replied.

“I kind of hoped you were.” You said, sighing as you sat down in your dressing room backstage.

“It doesn’t make a difference who’s here, does it? You just have to crack some jokes and talk to everyone. You’ve done this before, you’ll be fine.” She reassured you.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You stated. Your publicist left the room and you took a moment to try to gather your thoughts, trying to wrap your head around what will happen tonight between you and Tom, when you have to act like you don’t personally know each other. Pulling you away from your own thoughts, a knock came from your door and you got up to answer it.

“Hey,” Harrison spoke as you opened the door.

“Harrison?” You couldn’t help but smile fondly upon seeing him. You opened the door wider, “Come in, come in.”

“How have you been? I love the music by the way.” He said, stepping inside and sitting across from you on the couch.

“Busy as ever. I’ve got the tour coming up, so I’m excited about that.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll have to come to one of your shows.”

“How are you? It’s been ages.” You asked.

“Good, just the usual for me. It’s nothing big.”

It got quiet for a moment before you spoke again. “How’s Tom been?”

“He’s been good, just busy like you. He actually suggested that I come say hi. He would stop by, but he’s doing this other interview right now.”

“Sounds like Tom.” You let out a small laugh, knowing that one of the reasons you two broke up was because he eventually would stop being around for you and you would turn to Harrison instead.

“I should get going, but I’ll see you after the show, right?” Harrison said, standing up and making his way back to the door.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good luck tonight. You’ll do great.” He smiled.

“Thank you,” You replied.

Time went by and eventually you made it on stage to perform as Tom and the other celebrities sat around Graham’s couch. The soft beginning to your song started and you sang along as it picked up its pace. Tom, on the other hand, sat there with the most nostalgic smile on his face.

“I fell in love with a beautiful boy

And he still takes my breath away

When you left, it was the end of my world

'Cause I'm never proud to say

That I love you

More than you think I do

And I love you

Now you don't want me to” You finished off the song and then joined everyone else on the couch as the audience applauded.

“Beautiful, beautiful as always Y/N.” Graham Norton told you.

“Thank you. It’s always a joy for me to be here.” You smiled, trying to keep yourself from looking at Tom who was awkwardly drinking his water.

“Now, you’ve got a world tour coming up. You’ve got to be excited for that? So excited that you even got a new tattoo for it?”

“Yes, I just got it.” You replied, nervously looking over at Tom who was already looking at you.

“Can we see it?” Graham Norton asked. You laughed, adjusting your heel strap to show the small bumblebee tattoo on your ankle.

“Get your tickets for the Sweet Like Honey world tour now.” You joked, promoting your tour.

“Ah there it is!” Graham nodded in approval. “You didn’t want to actually have a honey tattoo so a bee works.”

“Save the bees, man!” You teased.

“Is this your first tattoo?” He asked.

“No,” You let out a laugh at the thought of the black X sitting on your hip, “I have an X tattoo on my hip, that’s the only other one.”

“An X?” Graham questioned as Tom turned to you, shocked that you’d share it.

“Yep, me and my high school boyfriend got matching tattoos.”

“Wait- two questions: you didn’t get it removed and what kind of guy would let you walk away?” The audience roared in laughter as you let out a nervous laugh.

“He had a big role in my life, so I never felt the need to get rid of it. He’s a good guy, it was just wrong timing for us.”

“Is this who the song is about?” Graham exclaimed before reading the lyrics, “Maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn't end up alone?”

“Hey now.” You started, “That’s just a song I wrote ages ago and I love it. It’s a song for anyone who’s ever felt like they left a relationship unfinished.”

“Does this mean this guy has a second chance?”

“I-” You felt your face turn bright red as you were at a loss for words, “I’m not saying because he could be watching this right now.”

“Well, whoever Y/N’s ex is, I think you got a shot.” Graham teased. You playfully rolled your eyes as you began to take a drink.

“So Tom, how was it filming Far From Home? Are we finally going to see a smooch between you and Zendaya?” Graham added in the same teasing tone. Now it was Tom’s turn to be red.

“I don’t know, you’ll have to see the movie to find out.” He said.

~~~

After the interview finished, all you wanted to do was to sink into a hole and never step out in public again. Your path back to your dressing room was stopped by none other than Tom Holland himself.

“Tom, long time no see.” You said, trying to work yourself around him in the hallway.

“Y/N, I want to talk to you.” He stated.

“About what? Are we catching up like old friends or talking about the fact that we just had to pretend to be strangers for an hour because god forbid someone knew we dated previously?” You asked, bringing up the deal he made with you when you two broke up. Tom thought it’d be best for the two of you to not mention that you’ve dated before, keep it on the down low sort of thing. You agreed for the time being, but that was the hardest interview of your life.

“I miss you, okay?” Tom said. “I really, really miss you.”

“You didn’t make it feel that way when you left.”

“I know you miss me too.” He tugged his jeans down a little to show off his tattoo. “We still have them because neither of us wanted to move on.” He readjusted his jeans and grabbed your hands in his. “I made a mistake letting go of you. I love you, Y/N. Please, just give me a second chance.”

You let go of his hands and pulled your skirt down just enough to show off your matching tattoo. He smiled as he saw the small X. “I’ve missed you.”

“X marks the spot.” He joked, leaning in to give you a kiss.

#tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #marvel #mcu #spiderman

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writings-from-the-hart · 4 years

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Writebr Intro

Writeblr Intro Time!

Hiya! This is so overdue and I apologize for that lol. I’ve been meaning to write this but school seems to always be getting in the way of just that. Writing. But here I am finally writing this! And yes my username is a pun of my own last name but I just couldn’t resist.

So basically, I really want to surround myself with other writers and have stumbled across tons of writeblr’s (I think that’s what they’re called lol). Instantly I was in love and wanted more of what the community had to offer. I’ve been a self-proclaimed “author” or writer since my early years of grade school. I was that child in the back of the class with ADHD that couldn’t sit still (the cliche bouncing leg and always chewed down nails) and had what my mother called an “overactive imagination”. My notebooks in high school were often filled with wild stories about “galaxies far far away” or dystopias with cruel governments ruled by dictators. Now I’m in my second year of college swamped with classes about the Psychology of criminals (or I like to call the science of murder), and trying to find time to write a novel. So the struggle is real my dudes.

A little about Me:

Hana

She/Her

Pisces

Asexual

Forensic Psychology Major and English with a concentration in Writing Minor

Book hoarder

Dog Mom

Vintage AF

Low Key Emo Punk because I’m no average white girl!

History nerd (Love learning about the old wars and cultures)

Movie nerd (There’s an endless stack of DVDs in my house)

Fandoms:

The Mandolorian (or the ManDADolorian)

Star Trek

Star Wars

Hannibal

X-Files

King Falls Am

Welcome to Nightvale

Transformers (Obviously not the bad movies lol. Bumblebee is baby and must be protected always.)

Good Omens

Sherlock

Lord of the Rings

Marvel (There are so many shows and movies in this category we would be here all day if I tried to list them.)

Timeless (Not sure if the fandom is still alive after what the writers did to one of our ships lol)

DC (I’m a huge Batman geek and adore Wonderwoman, but I take the good with the bad when it comes to this fandom. Especially movie-wise anymore.)

And there’s probably more but my memory isn’t working currently.

Goals?. . . maybe:

Get my novel finished (This has literally been on my To-Do List for who knows how long.)

Meet more writers/new writers.

Improve my poetry (I suck at poetry so I bad I never let it see the light of day, so I need to work on it.)

Start my bullet journal.

Wips:

Okay by now you all know I have at least 1 Wip because I mentioned getting a freaking novel done, but just as a precaution as to what I mean by Wip or Wips. I get distracted quite easily, for some odd reason my brain absolutely loves to jump from one idea to another for no absolute reason. Like WTF dude we already have an idea we’re working on why do you keep bringing all these new ones to me like stray dogs. And like any good dog Mom or distracted writer, I want to keep all the ideas/stray dogs. So, when I say Wip I mean “Look at this cool idea I came up with” and I’ll make sure to specify which one is hogging most of my time.

Renegade: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

This is my baby. Most of my free time is dedicated to adjusting plotlines, character arc’s, fixing freaking plot holes, and other important stuff other than just plain writing. I’m hoping to finish this also monster of a story by 2020 and get it published. So big stuff!

“So tell me little wolf do you want to punish those who have wronged you?” An assassin known as the Crimson Ghost makes their way through the corrupt city-state of Ashton completing a job given to them by the Black Rose. What is a seemingly normal job though turns into something far more complicated when they stumble upon the fractions of an abandoned notebook from the past. A past the Republic is trying to desperately hide and bury no matter what. On the other side of the world in the Republic’s capital Eshar, plainly referred to as “The Prodigy” or “machine” by his superiors, Eric Coalwood has built a life upon the ashes of his family, striving to meet the high expectations set before him by his mentor General Wolfheart. However, his life falls out of its normal day to day routine when the unexpected is asked of him. Command a task force made up of the Republic’s most wanted or his life is over. Eric doesn’t need reasons for why he must do what he has to, all he needs are orders and the Republic is more than happy to give them. Either way the clock is ticking for both the Crimson Ghost and the Republic’s prodigy and with time running out they both have two options. Either get over their different beliefs concerning the Republic or allow the world to once again succumb to war but this time nobody is going to survive it. “Legends are slippery things. For the glory that coats them hides the pain, suffering and death that created them.”

The Trouville Files: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

Not my biggest priority but definitely one of them considering the plot of this story. I mainly use this wip as a reference for Renegade because it’s actually the prequel to it. Also, it’s great to use as writing practice when I’m plagued with writer’s block for Renegade or frustrated with a plot hole. So this is my double-edged sword that does a lot of good.

“Death in these black days is neither kind nor quick.” The year is 2153, the world we know is nothing more than a wasteland strewn with the dead and a sky being choked by their ashes, not glorious and thriving but desolate and starving. The Red Death, a pandemic with a steady progression and a gruesome countdown to the demise of those infected. No one outruns it or survives it. “United we stand, divided we fall.” The Allied Nations, a totalitarian superpower, promised a united people but all they gave this world was more death and destruction. The Red Death isn’t the only thing slowly killing humanity anymore, we are in the form of the War of Broken Pacts. The spark of revolution is lit, but if it will remain so is a question asked by everyone. Does it stand a chance against the iron-fisted government holding the people in shackles? “Rebel with a cause.” Genius Medical Officer for The People’s Republic, Cyprus Ramiro works day and night in search of a cure for the Red Death exterminating hundreds, at least before this war kills him first. But he is also a man on the run and the rebellion can only shelter him for so long. “Duty over pain.” Cunning Spy and Soldier, Orion Ultor is ordered by the Allied Nations to infiltrate and gather information on the ever-growing People’s Republic. In bold letters is Search and Destroy; make a ruin of the rebellion and ensure the Allied Nations remains as it should -- unquestionably in power. No matter the cost unless he wants to suffer the consequences again. “If we fall we shall rise from the ashes like a phoenix.” They should have never met, battlefields don't make good friends. It wasn't fate, it wasn't destiny, only war throwing people together. The Allied Nations is trying to stamp out something they fear, but can they before the Red Plague? Or will humanity find itself extinct.

Beyond his point is where I house my stray dogs/ideas

Hiraeth: Paranormal, Horror, Mystery, and Thriller.

Scooby-doo who?

Hiraeth means a homesickness for a home which you cannot return. That is how Arcane feels like she’ll never be home no matter how hard she tries to connect with her family. The closest she feels to being home is with her friends and in the worn leather seats of the van they all pitched in to buy. It all started out as a way to pass time and for all of them to escape their families because to be honest parents never understand, but it all turned sideways when a simple “ghost hunting trip” stirred something that was meant to remain buried. The truth never remains buried though, not really, somehow it will always creep back in ugly and twisted. Arcane has never felt “at home” but she’ll do whatever it takes to keep what she considers her family safe.

Sweet Dreams: Historical Fiction, Thriller, and Romance.

A literal dream turned into story plot and no I’m not kidding.

The Red String of Fate, The Lovers, and War. These are the three elements intertwined within the plot of Sweet Dreams but before anyone makes any assumptions this isn’t some chummy rom-com. There will be tears and heart strings may get yanked clean out because the angst is real. War and love never mix well, it leaves a sour taste in ones mouth and makes the mind question things it shouldn’t. Like is the woman in his dreams the same woman he sees in all his dreams? Constantly he somehow ends up spotting that same ruby red lipstick, honey golden eyes, and brunette hair laying in perfect curls. She’s everywhere except in his actual life. They say you and your soulmate share dreams, living proof of how intertwined souls are. She doesn’t believe in love or the idea of souls, not with the monsters roaming around the countryside and battlefield carrying assault rifles. Society tells her where her place is, but she disagrees and rather create her own destiny.

The Prophet: Paranormal, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

A short story I can’t seem to let go or it doesn’t want to let me go, but either way, this story has the makings for something great. It also at times seems strikingly similar to Good Omens, so don’t be surprised.

There’s no anti-christ in this story, he already has a book about himself so let’s not make another one besides there are other stories that need to be told. Such as, have you ever heard of modern day prophets and I’m not talking about those people with cardboard signs saying “the end is near!” or giant churches with people preaching about the end times. No, I’m talking about a kid with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes because sleep is no longer a choice due to migraines that plague them every night. Migraines that bring weird cryptic messages that make one question their own sanity. And what happens when strange people start asking about said migraines and messages?

Virago: Fantasy, Thriller, Historical Fiction, and Romance.

I’m not a huge fantasy reader, for some reason I can’t stay invested in them, but here I am with a fantasy story in my wips. It has mages, knights, assasination plots, and one super badass general who takes zero shit from her king. That’s right women empowerment, my dudes! I don’t really have much of a synopsis inline or a plot because this is only of those wips I let rattle around in my brain from time to time. But I will say it does give me that LOTR vibe but also Game of Thrones.

Don’t be surprised if you see my stray doggos from time to time because I will admit I love to play around with storyboards. Even if I don’t have a fully planned out plot put together for it.

And that concludes this what was supposed to be short Writeblr Intro. I hope I have peaked some of your guys’ interests because the community definitely got a hold of minee. Feel free to send me a message about anything I mentioned (even if it’s just fandom shit I don’t care) and don’t be shy. I’m a huge introvert but somehow love talking, so don’t worry it won’t be awkward and odds are I’m equally nervous about conversation lol. Also, feel free to add me to any taglist and reblog/like if you’re active and would like more Writeblr mutuals!

Happy Writing,

Writings-from-the-Hart

#writeblr #wips #writer intro #my ocs

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Harry had two playlists set for the party to celebrate the first weekend where all his friends were back in town – the way, he decided, to kick their spring semester off right.

The main playlist was for the kick back, expertly crafted to slowly build with the level of alcohol in body until Party in the USA could come on and everyone would drunkenly sway with red cups in the air and belt it out at the top of their lungs. Songs For The Best Night it was aptly named.

And there was his personal playlist, the one with all his favorite upbeat songs. Harry often didn’t listen to music through a Bluetooth speaker – usually preferring headphones or his record player. But these songs were made for that – as if there were any other way to listen to Crazy In Love. He’d be mixing cake and icing for his cake pops and drop his spatula to hold his fist up in the air and grind his hips in the air to the uh, oh, uh, oh, uh oh – oh na na.

This playlist was made for him to let the music flow, tilt his head back and belt lyrics – to dance like nobody was watching.

And usually there wasn’t.

But Louis, bless his soul, was trying to help Harry set up for his kick back.

Louis stepped back into Harry’s living room from the back porch, finished setting up the cheap metal firepit and all the chairs he could around it. He took off his coat, tossing it over the back of the couch, as the heat from Harry’s place warmed him. He pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers. “Haz, I’ve finished up in the back,” he called.

But Louis didn’t think that Harry could hear him. Because Lizzo was absolutely blasting over the speaker.

He stepped into the kitchen to find Harry with a pale blue bumblebee apron wrapped around his body, his back towards Louis. He was bare foot with his head tilted back, curls cascading down his back. He punched the air as trumpets pounded and swelled aggressively. The music started to rise with the chorus I’m cryin’ cuz I love you. Harry belted out a rift along with Lizzo, turning his body and finally, he came face to face with Louis.

He stopped in his tracks for a moment, eyes wide and chest huffing. His cheeks were flushed and his hair wild. Lizzo kept singing on behind him, leaving just the two of them paused, frozen.

Harry’s eyes raked up and down Louis’ body and a smile easily fell over their lips.

Harry picked up a frilly white apron, placed it over Louis’ head, and used it to drag Louis closer when the music picked back up again. Louis laughed, loud and with his entire body jostling with it. Harry tied the apron for him quickly then put both of his clutched both of his fists in the air to make a complete show of singing the end of the song.

Louis leaned over, kissed his cheek, when the music slowed down. “How’s your buffalo dip coming?”

Harry gave it one last mix before he nodded. “All done,” he said, taking off his apron. He hung in on the hook near the door. “I’m gonna go get changed. Let people in for me, yeah?”

“’Course, babe.” Louis said, taking the apron off that Harry put on him, silently chuckling at how ridiculous he figured he looked in it. But perhaps, he thought, it wouldn’t look so ridiculous if Harry wore that for him with nothing on underneath.

He’d have to admit that he would like that.

Before he could get too distracted by those thoughts, a quick knock came from the door.

He soothed a hand down his hoodie when he pulled it open, Niall loudly spilling through with two other guys trailing behind him – Aaron and Nick.

“Lou, mate!” Niall called, eagerly. He wrapped an arm loosely around his shoulders and pulled him close, he was deceptively strong. “Good to see you. Your break was good, yeah?” Niall was already walking towards the kitchen – being the first person Harry made friends with at Kentwood, Niall had no issues making himself at home. They used to room together, when Harry stayed on campus. He pulled open the fridge, grabbing a handful of beers.

“Yeah, my break was good, man. Yours?”

“Can’t complain, man. I know you know Aaron,” Niall said, making quick work of popping the tops of the beers. “You met Nick Grimshaw?”

“Can’t say I have,” Louis said extending his hand towards Nick. “I’m Louis, do you work at the station?”

Nick’s eyes looked up, his perfectly quaffed hair bouncing with every movement his head made. “Yeah, I’ve got the morning show.”

“Nick’s a great host, real funny. He gets a lot of guests in for the station.” Aaron reached for the beer extended towards him from Niall, downing a quarter of it. Niall complained angrily behind him that he didn’t cheers first while another knock came from the door.

“I better go get that. Harry should be out soon,” Louis said, shuffling towards the door.

He heard Niall call “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” behind him and figured Harry was now in the kitchen. Louis pulled open the door, finding Liam and Zayn excitedly talking to two girls. One, Louis recognized as Madison, another radio show host he had met once or twice. Judging by the low position of her hand on the other girl’s hip, he be willing to guess that it was the girlfriend he heard so much about.

Jess, Louis found out, was her name. She introduced herself just as Harry snuck up behind Louis to invite everyone in. Harry pressed his chest to Louis’ back as he opened the door wider to usher everyone in. Harry had a fajita bar set out on the table, strips of chicken, steak, and veggies in separate bowls on warming plates and toppings scattered around.

Everyone built their own plates, squeezing together in Harry’s living room, sitting on the couch, arms of chairs, floor cushions. Everyone chatted happily through the food, jovial laughter spilling through the air.

“H, did you set the firepit out?” Liam asked, finishing the last of his beer and gathering a few plates.

“Lou set it all up. Everyone want to go out there?”

With collective nods of agreement, everyone shrugged back on their heavy coats or bundled up in blankets to go huddle around the firepit on the porch. “I’ll get everyone a fresh round before I head out,” Harry as the party started to spill outside to the sounds of S.O.B by Nathaniel Rateliff and The Night Sweats fittingly played over his speaker.

“Baby, what’ll you have?” Harry called to Louis, clapping along to the song.

“Whatever ya pour me, gorgeous.” Louis called, stepping outside with the lighter to shivering voices, urging him to hurry up. “Alright, alright. Calm it you lot,” Harry heard him say as he slid the door closed.

Harry bounced around to the song, mixing a vodka soda for Jess, a couple of rum and cokes for Liam and Zayn. He grabbed a few beers and a bottle before heading out. After he passed the drinks around, he took his saved seat next to Louis, huddling under the blanket he had set over his shoulders.

Louis sniffed the cup before he brought it to his lips. “What is it?”

“Mixed that guava mango juice you like with some fruity vodka.”

“The juice in the glass bottle?”

“The very one,” Harry said with a smile, pressing his cup to Louis’ for a quick cheers.

“I’ve never been to a party before,” Jess spoke to no one in particular, face flush and a soft look on her face. She hiccupped around her cup, nursing her drink slowly.

“Not even in high school, babes?” Niall asked, turning towards her.

“Nah, never. Home schooled. Didn’t even have my first sip of alcohol til Mads gave me some wine.”

Madison shivered beside her, but not from the cold. The alcohol warmed their bodies, made them feel impervious to the cold – young and free from even nature’s elements. “That wasn’t a great night,” she chuckled.

“What were the parties like?” Jess mumbled, casting glances around to the group.

“Lots of kids acting way too mature for their age and too loud music.” Zayn responded.

“And games, like weird sorts of games.” Liam said, rubbing a hand through his hair.

“This is pretty tame, if I’m honest, as far as parties go.” Niall added.

“Hey,” Harry drawled slowly. “I throw a good party.” He spoke defensively.

“Want something to liven it up?” Zayn asked, with a smirk. He reached into his pocket, pulling open a metal case. He popped it open, holding a few rolled joints to the group. He took one out, placing it behind his ear, before passing the case around to the group. “Lou, hand me that lighter, will ya?”

Jess passed the case to Niall without so much as a second glance. “What kind of games?” She asked Liam.

“Like spin the bottle, never have I ever kind of games.”

Niall took a joint, waiting for the lighter to follow the metal case. He passed it to Nick, who let it go straight to Louis. “None for you, Nick?”

“No, if I smoke while I drink, I get really nauseous for some reason.” He said with a shrug. “I always have to stick to one or the other.”

“Ah, that’s fair, mate. Tough luck, though.”

“What’s never have I ever?” Jess asked. The fire picked up as Liam sat another log into the flames. It licked up, casting a glow against his face while he answered her question – like he was telling some scary ghost campfire story.

“You basically go around the circle, say something you haven’t done. If someone in the group has done it, they drink. And you just keep going around.”

“Let’s play! Can we play?” Jess asked excitedly. Louis picked up the metal case as it came to him.

“Share one with me, love? Don’t feel like going in on one by myself.” Louis whispered over to Harry.

“Sure thing.”

“Let’s play, eh lads? Like we are proper teenagers again?” Niall asked the group, not willing to let the excited look fall from Jess’ face. After getting what seemed to be an affirmative answer from the group, although most of them admittedly were paying more attention to lighting their joints, Niall said, “I’ll start.”

Niall mulled it over on his inhale, holding the smoke in his lungs. On his exhale he hummed. “Never have I ever seen a Star Wars movie.”

Everyone took a sip of their drink. “How have you made it twenty years and have never seen a Star Wars movie?” Louis asked. While Liam said he knew what they’d be playing for the next movie night.

Nick was next. “Never have I ever had sex with a girl.”

“Never, mate?” Niall asked, wrapping his lips around his beer and taking a sip. Nick just shrugged. It was Liam’s turn.

“Never have I ever broken up with someone over text.” Liam said. Niall drank. “Niall! What happened?”

Niall started to giggle, taking another drag from the joint. “In my defense, yeah. I didn’t think we were together. We had one date in high school, and she told everyone she was my girlfriend – like everyone. The date didn’t even go well. She only talked about herself and dug her nails into my thigh the whole time.” Niall shrugged through everyone’s apologies.

Harry took his turn after he pulled the smoke into his lungs and exhaled. “Never have I ever had a one night stand.” He raised a nonjudgmental eyebrow and smirked as he watched Louis take a sip.

“Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.” Louis said, laughing. He knew that Harry, the first time he ever got drunk, threw his swim shorts off and jumped in the pool with his friends. He saw the blush creep over his cheeks as he drank.

Zayn held his drink up before he drank. Then it was his turn. “Never have I ever been spanked, sexually.” He threw a pointed look at Liam. Liam blanched at Zayn, scarlet shading his face. Louis heard dark expletives come out of Liam’s mouth as he threw back the rest of his drink.

“You did that on purpose, mate!” Liam said, shoving a hand onto Zayn’s chest. Zayn and Louis both fell over, clutching their stomachs and laughing.

“Wait, wait. Payno. Please tell us what happened?”

“Only if you want to,” Harry clarified.

“Okay, okay. There was this girl I was dating freshman year. She was just really into trying new things. She wanted to try everything,” Liam said, shrugging. When Niall tried to press for more information, like what exactly she wanted to try, Liam dared him to try and find out.

On Madison’s turn, she said, “Never have I ever tried bondage.” Liam drank.

“Never have I ever been a Dominant.” Liam drank.

“A submissive?” Liam drank again.

“Never have I ever had sex outside of a home,” Jess said.

Harry mulled over drinking. Technically, it was just oral sex that time in the studio. Did that count? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Louis watching him. He raised his cup to his lips; Louis perfectly mimicked his motion. Harry wondered if they were thinking the same thing.

“Let’s head inside,” Nick called, watching the fire die out. “It’s getting fucking cold.”

Harry stood, felt his head sway and giggles start to erupt out of his mouth. When he got his blood flowing, tried to use what fine motor skills he had, his vision felt like he went into the settings on an old DVD and set it to widescreen. He smiled and held onto Louis’ hand. He saw the same thing wash over everyone else’s faces as they stood and walked inside too.

They all sauntered inside to Wannabe by the Spice Girls.

“Oi, let’s play the other game you mentioned, Li. Spin the bottle!” Niall called.

“I’ve actually never played.” Zayn reflected, plopping down on the floor. Liam worked with Harry in the kitchen, making everyone fresh drinks. Really, he just put the most effort into making his own mojito and left everyone else’s drink to Harry. He did help carry them though.

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Hii can i get a scenario/headcannon for Smokescreen, where he meets the sarcastic and witty reader, he instantly likes her and even if the reader protests he already claimed him as jer guardian. The last part I want is, how really protective he is of her, elaborate on that part and write much of it. Really dive in deep of the protective thing, that'll make a smokescreen fan squeal.

I love Smokescreen so much… this accidentally turned into a one-shot, oops. This is the longest one I’ve written yet, so it’ll definitely be tagged as long reads lol.

TFP! Smokescreen With Sarcastic And Witty! Reader

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“Hey!”

The very over joyous blue and white robot exclaimed. You cringed, feeling your ears pop from the loudness of his voice. You couldn’t hear him introduce himself, too busy digging your fingers in your ears, trying desperately to fix your hearing after his outburst. Damn, you hope you didn’t have to get used to this. Alien robots, some “base” in the middle of nowhere, screaming...

“-Smokescreen will be your guardian-”

I snapped towards the tall blue and red bot and gave him an incredulous look, forgetting about the ringing echoing in my head for a second. I cut him off from speaking further.

“Who?”

The loud bot from earlier gasped, “Me?!”

I gave an exasperated sigh, my shoulders slumping, letting everyone know how I felt within a mile radius.

‘Great…’

It’s already been a week and you had had enough. Smokescreen, as he had constantly made sure you’d known since you weren’t listening when you both first met, wouldn’t leave you alone for a second. Always watching, always two steps behind you and breathing down your neck. It was getting claustrophobic, and generally annoying. You even had to explain why you had to go to the bathroom by yourself. He blushed bright blue, before walking back to the main room completely embarrassed after that. Currently, he was making sure you had known his name, again.

“I heard you the 32nd time.”

I groaned out, followed by an eye roll. I just got the usual upbeat response.

“Just making sure, never know when you’ll get into trouble and need someone to call for help!”

“I don’t know, I could just say help?” He chuckled and scratched at the back of his helm.

“I’m also your guardian now, so we’re going to be around each other a lot more! We’ll need to know each other’s names.” He gave you a smile and turned away, strolling towards where Bumblebee stood.

“Don’t know why he had to walk all the way over there, from how loud he is he could’ve had a full out conversation from here…” You muttered. Walking up the stairs to the human area, you overheard some of his conversation with ‘Bee.

“-yep! I’ve got my eye on them! Don’t worry!”

‘Bee didn’t look too convinced from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, but he acted supportive all the same. Giving from what I could tell, positive beeps and whirls in response and giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Arcee was leaned against the wall nearby with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

‘Same.’ I thought sarcastically, ‘If this is the guy that’s supposed to be protecting me, I’ll be dead in a week.’

With all the others gone and only a couple robots around, it was the perfect time to relax doing what I wanted to do. Since I thought they’d think it boring or odd, I didn’t watch it when others were around. That and I usually followed and done whatever the other humans (Miko) wanted to do. I flopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote that almost fell in between the cushions and switching it on (favorite movie/show). I was on the main screen, about to press play before hearing loud metallic steps approaching behind me.

“Hey Y/N!”

I jumped, recognizing the loud voice behind me immediately. I turned from my seat on the couch, distracted from the TV I was watching, and slowly gave Smokescreen a deadpan look. And if you are wondering, yes he did talk to me a second ago, this is how it’s been all week.

“Just saw you sitting over here alone and-.. Thought I’d drop by…” He cut himself off after noticing the look I was giving him. And something so out of character for him, he looked defeated. Head hung low, eyes cast downward, and sighed.

“Look, I know I wouldn’t have been your first choice. But I’d like to get to know you, hang out and relax. Since I’m your guardian, you’re stuck with me.” He chuckled awkwardly, attempting a joke. Trying anything to be around me, he’s used this excuse three times now this week. He’s just never looked this pitiful. So I pitied him and gave him a half smile, an attempt to make him feel better. It seemed to bring back his confidence, if just for a second.

“So, what do ya say?”

He’d looked hopeful while watching for my reaction, like a puppy wanting approval from his owner. Although people could call me cold if they didn’t know me well enough, especially to know my jokes weren’t insults….. I’m not heartless.

“Sure.” I sighed out reluctantly, running a hand through my hair.

“Yes!” He fist pumped without another thought. “Wanna watch TV?”

“Sure.” I repeated, watching him try to contain his excitement as he turned towards the TV I was watching minutes ago before being loudly interrupted.

“What’chya watching?”

He asked nonchalantly, leaning over me to squint at the screen. His shoulder plate brushed against the top of my head, barely grazing the hair on my head. A chill ran up my spine at the contact. I completely forgot about my self indulgent show/movie I was watching before. My face flushed from embarrassment of what played on the screen and the contact, I hope he didn’t notice.

“Oh uh, just (favorite show/movie). I’ve watched it a couple times through now.”

He leaned back and lifted an eyebrow? Eye ridge? I was too busy hiding my blush from his view to figure it out or care.

“What’s it about?”

I then gave a brief explanation as to what the show was and what was currently happening in it, without giving spoilers when possible. No matter how much he begged to know.

“Wha- please! Now I gotta know!”

“Well, we could start from the beginning. If you have the time.”

“Yeah! Always got time to watch you-! I mean, watch it with you!”

“Uh huh, sure stalker.” I said slyly, without missing a beat. His faceplates turned blue, and he focused on the tv to try and shield his face from my view. I made no intention to let him know that I did in fact see, and I didn’t speak up about how there was nothing on the screen to even watch yet.

Throughout the entire show/movie, he’d sat still. Odd for him, since he can’t stand being bored, so I assumed he liked it. It reminds me of how he’s been trying to get to know me all week, I didn’t make an effort until now. In my defense, I was always following the humans and doing whatever they (Miko) wanted to do or was already doing, which was usually getting into trouble. So I never really had time at the base to do anything I wanted. And I had avoided Smokescreen until now so we didn’t speak enough to get to know each other either. I felt kinda bad, but whenever I had joked with him he didn’t know how to take it. At first he assumed I was insulting him, I guessed so when he flinched back the first time I tried being sarcastic. But that didn’t deter him. At all.

“What’s the main character doing? Why would they do that?!”

He snapped me out of my thoughts, I realized I wasn’t even watching the tv anymore and instead opted to watch his facial expressions instead. He was too busy staring at the TV screen to realize, thankfully.

“Oh uh.”

I finally turned my attention to the TV, trying to catch up and see if I could recognize this part. I explained everything from memory, up until the point on the screen anyway. We were getting to a cliffhanger, and he was already chewing on his non-existent nails. He stared intently at the screen, sitting on the edge of his seat if he was sitting, before gasping when the scene came up. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. He looked away to see what I was laughing at, just to see I was looking in his direction. Putting it together, he turned back towards the TV. The blue blush from earlier making a second appearance today.

“I assume you like this?”

“...Shut up.” I laughed and he chuckled, not once offering to look away at the screen. He’d hoped to see what happened to the characters, but I’d already known so I didn’t bother paying much attention. I leaned back and got comfortable, arms set behind my head. It felt nice to sit and enjoy this moment.

The show/movie had ended, and we talked afterwards about it. Enjoying each other’s company for the first time this week. I tested a couple sarcastic comments about the character’s and he had laughed, taking them well. I think we’ll start to get along just fine after this.

Never mind. After sharing that moment, the next week was still full of him following after me like a puppy. And becoming much more careful around me, and making sure the others were careful around me as well. From the shocked faces of the others and the occasional raised eye ridge, I could tell this wasn’t his usual behavior. And the reprimands from Optimus proved my theory, he was usually the reckless one. Even worse than the “wreckers”, and that’s how they got their name. After getting scolded by Optimus, he became even more protective. Everybody noticed, and so did I. How could anyone not? But I didn’t say anything. I just dealt with it, not wanting to upset the bot more. Until now.

The humans were all gone, most of the robots as well. I was sitting on the couch watching another of my favorite shows/movies when Smokescreen walked up behind me. When I greeted him, I got no answer back from the usual hyperactive robot. With suspicion, I turned. He looked like a puppy with his tail between his legs. He had his head hung low, eyes cast downward. You could tell by the look on his face it still bothered him quite a bit that he messed up. I decided to speak up after he sighed for the 8th time in the 2 minutes he stood there.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

He looked up at that, not realizing how he was acting or how he looked. I gave a playful eye roll.

“Something’s wrong, what is it?”

“Just what happened the last cycle...”

I furrowed my brows in confusion, I’m going to assume he meant yesterday.

“That must suck.” Wow, good job Y/N. So comforting. He didn’t seem to notice my failure at comforting him. He just huffed.

“I knooooow.” His helm hit the railing, shoulders slumped over and arms hung limply at his sides. I couldn’t think of anything to say, I’m more of a listener than a comforter if you couldn’t tell. I tapped the couch with my fingers out of habit, thinking for a moment as to what to do or say.

“Wanna rant?”

“Do I!” He took the chance without a second thought. He brought his head up, leaning on his servo that was propped up on the railing. I turned, giving him my full attention. My arm propped up on the back of the couch, watching his facial expressions. He was very animated, talking with the servo that wasn’t keeping him up. He’d ranted for a couple or so minutes, talking so fast I couldn’t quite keep up. But I overheard one part that stuck out to me though.

“-so I just wanted to become the best guardian to try and prove that I can succeed at something! … I just want to help.”

He ended on that note, head hung low again. A pit sat at the bottom of my stomach, I hoped I didn’t add to his frustrations with how distant I acted in the beginning. I shook my head, deciding to try my best with the comforting part.

“This isn’t the usual Smokescreen I know, you’ve been a great guardian towards me. Some could argue a little too great.” He chuckled at that, looking away sheepishly after reflecting back on how he’s acted this past week. I kept going.

“Now, want to watch something, protector?”

I added that last nickname to try and uplift his spirits. It seemed to work, his helm turning a brilliant blue that could be seen from a mile away. He chuckled after the shock wore off, and gave me a half smile back before ruffling my hair with a single digit. The force of it, unknown to him, making my head go in the same direction as his servos. I missed the bright smile he sent my way, too busy swatting at his servo.

“Sure, girlie.”

“Ugh.. what’s with the nickname.”

“I heard it on the TV! What’s with my nickname?”

“...Nothing, you gonna watch this or not?”

“Yep!”

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