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"Viva Las Vegas! Is Stardom in the Cards for Leigh?" "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny"

*Author's Note: Bill Guarnere enjoyed trips to Las Vegas where he had fun in the casinos. This information came from podcasts and interviews with his granddaughter.*

In February, 1946, Leigh got a call at the CBS radio station from Maxine Andrews. She was surprised when Andrews asked her to join them in for a few shows in the up and coming gambling mecca of Las Vegas.

Andrews explained that the sisters were performing at the Flamingo casino and resort on the same bill as Louis Prima. She told Leigh that all expenses would be paid by the manager of the popular trio.

Leigh happily accepted the offer of a two week vacation, providing that her and Bill's bosses would agree to their taking time off from work.

Since Bill had never taken his vacation time from his government job, he was cleared to go. Leigh's boss gave his approval quickly, knowing that the CBS affiliate would get publicity.

After leaving work one afternoon, Leigh decided to do a little shopping for the Las Vegas trip. She bought a light gray , long sleeved wiggle dress with pleats at the bottom of the back of the garment. It fastened in the back with a row of small scarlet buttons. The buttons began after a sharp 'v' in the upper back of the dress.

Then, she purchased some scarlet pumps and some long scarlet gloves to accent her dress. Bill had bought a brooch that looked like a red rose on a slender gold stem and Leigh planned to wear it on the dress.

Leigh found an excellent bargain in the same downtown Philadelphia department store where Bill bought the red wiggle dress and the red satin bra, panty and garter belt set for their first Christmas as a married couple.

She bought a coat in the same shade of scarlet as the buttons on her dress. It had faux black and gray fur trim on the cuffs, the top and the bottom of the coat. It had been reduced to 50% off the ticket price and Leigh was delighted to pay $20 for the well made garment.

Later that day, after the supper dishes were washed, Leigh told Bill,

"Honey, I bought a dress and some new items for our trip. Will you let me know if you like them? I'll model them for you." Guarnere agreed to give his opinion on the dress and whatever else she bought.

Leigh went upstairs to their bedroom. She took the dress out of the bag from the department store. Then, she took off her day dress and put on the new dress and the new red pumps.

It was a little difficult for Leigh to button the dress, but she was able to get it fastened. She walked downstairs.

"Here's what it looks like from the front." Leigh then turned around to let Bill see the back of the dress.

"That dress is really doin' somethin' to me, Baby. It's almost as sexy as the black lace set ya bought in Paris" He walked over to stand behind Leigh and he embraced her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her neck.

Leigh could feel that Bill was becoming aroused and she moved her behind against him, prompting a faint groan from Guarnere. He nibbled her right earlobe, whispering,

"Baby, ya know what that does to me. You're beautiful all over an' that dress shows your sweet, sexy ass off to perfection. Do ya have a coat to go wit' this dress? I can't go through the train station like this."

She moved forward slightly, giving herself enough room to reach back and gently stroke Bill's hard cock through his trousers.

"You would certainly attract attention this way. Let me go upstairs and get the coat I bought and see if that helps. I bought this on sale with money from my check. Honey, I don't want you to think I'm spending your money foolishly." Guarnere kissed her neck,

"You don't have to explain, Baby. I know you wouldn't do anythin' like that. You're always very careful wit' money. If you want somethin' or if ya really need it, like a new coat, let me know. I'd like to spoil ya once in awhile."

"You're so sweet and understanding, Honey. Stay nice and hard for me until I get back."

"All I have to do is think o' you in that dress, Baby. I'll be ready for ya." Leigh went upstairs to their bedroom. She took her coat and her red gloves out of the bag from the department store and put on both items.

Before leaving the bedroom, Leigh quickly unfastened her garter belt, removed her panties and fastened the garter belt again. She placed her panties in the hamper.

Next, she went into the bathroom, removed her red gloves, inserted her diaphragm, washed her hands and put the gloves on. Leigh walked downstairs to find Bill in the same spot, patiently waiting for her.

She turned in a small circle, modeling the coat and gloves.

"You look like a movie star in that coat an' those gloves. Baby, you're a beautiful, classy lookin' woman. You're gonna turn some heads in that outfit."

"Thanks, Honey. The only head I want to turn is yours. Does the coat help your...condition?"

"It will at least let me walk through the train station wit'out drawin' attention to myself. You really look like a million bucks in that outfit." Leigh carefully took off the coat and gloves, placing both items on the coffee table.

"I have a little surprise for you. If you're still in the mood, do you want to find out what it is? You'll have to unbutton those buttons in the back to see it." She winked at him.

Guarnere had a slightly wicked grin as he replied,

"I'm always in the mood where you're concerned, ya little fireball. If you turn around, I can get to work on those buttons." Bill kissed Leigh's neck again before he started to unbutton the top three buttons on the dress.

He saw that she was still wearing her bra, so he unbuttoned a few more buttons. Leigh ground her bottom against his hard cock, prompting a slightly louder groan from him.

Guarnere unbuttoned a few more of the scarlet buttons to reveal the top of her garter belt. He grinned, knowing that Leigh probably wasn't wearing panties. Bill unfastened two more buttons and slid the dress down slowly to reveal her bare ass beneath the garter belt.

He slid the dress down her legs, asking her to step out of it. Leigh complied and Bill gathered up the dress, carefully folding it and placing it on the coffee table.

Guarnere cupped her ass in his hands. He nibbled her ear and whispered,

"You look so goddamned hot, Baby. I wish you'd go wit' out panties all the time. Let's take this upstairs. We don't want anybody payin' a surprise visit, catchin' us gettin' busy." He picked Leigh up and carried her to their bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and quickly disrobed. Leigh removed the bedspread, the top sheet and the pillows. Bill removed her bra and began gently sucking on her nipples.

Leigh ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of his lips. A few minutes later, she was on the verge of coming. Bill abandoned her breasts for a moment as he traced kisses down her torso, pausing to look at her.

"You wanna watch me, don't ya."

"Oh, yes, Honey. It makes everything more intense when I watch you licking and loving my...pussy."

Bill groaned softly,

"Goddamn! I love it when ya say that. Let me show ya how much I love it." He maintained eye contact with her as he gently sucked her clit between his lips. He alternated licking and sucking until her hips rose involuntarily.

"Oh God, Baby that's so good!"

Guarnere continued to look into her eyes as he worked two fingers into her warm interior.

"You're soakin' wet. That's my sweet angel." He broke eye contact for a moment to devote his attention once again to her clit. Leigh watched him and that quickly sent her over the edge. She called out his name as a glorious climax swept over her.

Bill never stopped, he helped Leigh ride out her orgasm. He was proud and happy to know how much he pleased her. Once she recovered, Leigh was trying to pull him up, wanting to continue their lovemaking. Guarnere grinned,

"My baby's ready, ain't no doubt about it. Tell me what ya want, Sweetheart." He stayed still despite his need to get relief for his nearly aching cock.

Leigh arched her back, trying to get him inside her. She knew what Bill was doing and it further inflamed her desire.

"I want you to fuck me!"

"Oh, hell, yes!" He moved up as Leigh slightly closed her legs, making it easier for him to enter her. Bill easily slid his cock into her.

He thrust into her, saying,

I'm fuckin' the hottest...(he thrust into her again) the most beautiful...(he thrust into Leigh again) an' the sexiest woman in town." Leigh tried a technique that Julia told her about. She tightened her grip on him with her vagina, being sure to meet his every stroke.

Bill quickly picked up the pace as Leigh grasped his ass, pulling him into her. They kissed passionately until Leigh broke the kiss, calling his name.

Guarnere loved to hear her saying his name.

"You're so good at fuckin'! Bill circled his hips and they continued, going at a frantic pace. Leigh felt another orgasm building. When she contracted around Bill's cock as she came, his thrusting lost rhythm and he groaned as he came.

In the afterglow, Leigh lay in his arms. Guarnere ran his fingers through her hair.

"Baby, I don't know what ya were doin' inside, but it was hotter than the fires of hell."

"A woman I know told me how to do that. She said it drives her husband crazy."

"I'd like to thank her, 'cause I loved it. Not that I haven't enjoyed the way ya make love, you're perfect, Sweetheart." Leigh giggled.

"You can call and tell her any time. You already have her telephone number." Bill stopped running his fingers through Leigh's hair.

"Baby, please tell me it wasn't Ma who told ya how to do that." (He pronounced the word as 'dat') Bill was greatly relieved when Leigh assured him,

"It wasn't Mama, Honey."

"I don't have that many phone numbers for people except Maria an' Julia."

"It wasn't Maria."

"Holy God! It's Julia. Oh, hell, that's more than I ever wanted to know about her an' Sal. I'm glad she told ya, but, Jesus! Knowin' what my sister does in the bedroom, I could do wit'out that part." Leigh couldn't suppress her urge to laugh.

"Does this mean that you never want me to do this again?" Guarnere quickly answered,

"Oh, hell, no! I loved it. I'll just enjoy it an' try to not think about how ya learned it."

Bill and Leigh departed Philadelphia on a cold, snowy day for Las Vegas. The trip would take several days on the train. Leigh wore the new gray dress, the scarlet shoes, scarlet gloves and her new coat.

She and Bill were treated to a private sleeper room on the train, courtesy of the Andrews Sisters' manager. The room had a bed that could also serve as seats, should they decide to stay in the room.

They enjoyed the accommodations and discovered the experience of making love while traveling at about 60 miles per hour on the new diesel engine train.

Bill and Leigh enjoyed their suite at The Flamingo hotel and casino. This trip began their love of casinos and Las Vegas. While the temperature was cool, it was warmer than the weather in Philadelphia.

Leigh met with the woman in charge of the Andrews Sisters' costumes. She eagerly accepted the sisters' generous offer of a custom made dress for the show. The dress would be a sleeveless wiggle style dress made of red silk. Patty, Maxine and Laverne now wore cocktail type dresses for their concerts.

The night of the show, Bill had a corsage of a white rose edged in a thin gold colored stripe and tied with a thin gold metallic bow sent to Leigh by a courier.

Midway through the show, Leigh did a solo as the sisters took a break. She told the audience,

"My next song, " Ooh, Papa, Do," is dedicated to my husband, Bill Guarnere. Honey, would you please stand up?" A stage hand directed a small spotlight from the stage to illuminate the area where Guarnere was standing.He smiled as the audience applauded.

She walked to a concert sized grand piano, sat down and started to play the introduction to the uptempo song. The band joined in and Leigh started to sing.

"I've got a man who loves me, I swear by the stars above. And every night, we dim the lights, he tells me of his love. When he kisses my cheek, all I can speak is 'Ooh, Papa do, Papa do.

He lets me know he needs me. This I do declare. This much I know, I love him so, I'll take him anywhere. When he says goodbye, all I can cry is 'Ooh, Papa, do, Papa do.'

"Ooh, Papa do, do the things you do. It sets my soul on fire. Ooh, Papa, do I really go for you. You're my heart's desire.

When time comes for him to leave me, I stand with tears in my eyes. This much I know, I love him so, he's the man I idolize. And when he holds me near, all you can hear is, 'Ooh, Papa, do. Papa, do. Ooh, Papa, do. Papa do. Ooh, Papa do. Papa, do."

Bill enjoyed the slightly suggestive lyrics of the song. He thought,

"My baby is outdoin' the singin' she did in Paris. She's lookin' an' soundin' super hot."

The following day, Maxine called Leigh. Louis Prima's wife, Keeley Smith, had to have an emergency appendectomy. Prima wondered if Leigh would be interested in filling in for her. This would be his last show since he was taking time off to help Keeley after she got home from the hospital.

Andrews didn't have to wait for an answer. Leigh happily accepted the offer. Bill was delighted with the news and he promptly called Augusta to tell her the good news.

Since Leigh was a fan of Prima's music, she was familiar with the way he and his wife performed the songs on their record albums. She needed no coaching on how to perform. Keeley was known for being the 'straight man' to Louis' humorous interpretations of some of the songs.

Of course, Prima and Leigh rehearsed, but she effortlessly stepped into the new style of performing and singing. Lacey Davis and one of her friends decided to attend the Prima show.

Both women moved to Las Vegas in hopes of finding work as singers or chorus girls. Davis had yet another job as a receptionist. Her friend was still looking for work and they shared a small apartment on the outskirts of town.

Lacey wore a wiggle dress in emerald green with matching shoes. Her roommate Angie Shane, a tall blonde, wore a cocktail dress made of blue taffeta. She wore matching blue shoes.

Before the show began, a man in a tuxedo walked onstage to tell the audience,

"Keeley Smith is in the hospital. She had to have her appendix removed. Fortunately, an extremely talented woman performing with the Andrews Sisters here at The Flamingo will fill in for her."

"Leigh Guarnere, who is also known as The Songbird of the 506th, will appear with Louis Prima." Angie noticed the sour expression on Davis' face. Lacey felt her stomach clench as she heard the name of her perceived rival being announced. She cursed under her breath.

Then, she briefly filled Angie in on the backstory of how Leigh got everything she ever wanted, from their days as USO performers to the present time. Shane reserved judgment of Leigh since she was also a fan of her singing.

Leigh had the audience alternately applauding and laughing throughout the show. Bill had a beaming smile as he proudly watched her perform. In the middle of the show, Prima told the audience that Leigh was "married to a paisano from South Philly who fought in the 101st Airborne. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause for this paratrooper who served our country." A spotlight shone on Guarnere as the audience applauded.

Lacey told her friend,

"I will never understand what the hell a good looking guy like that sees in her." Angie correctly thought that Davis was jealous, bitter and petty, especially after Lacey told her,

"He lost most of his right leg in the war. Crippled men do nothing for me, they're disgusting, but I'd overlook the lost leg for a roll in the hay with him." At the end of the show,after Leigh had a standing ovation with two encores, she started to walk to her dressing room. Louis Prima approached her.

"Kid, there's someone who wants to talk to you. He's waiting in my dressing room. Looks like you just made a big break in show business." Leigh thanked Prima, who walked with her to his dressing room. After she entered the room, Louis went to a pay phone to call the hospital to find out how his wife was faring after surgery.

A tall, thin man with gray hair, wearing a tuxedo shook hands with Leigh, telling her,

"Mrs. Guarnere, my name is Martin Beckley. I'm a talent scout for Decca Records. Please, have a seat. I need to discuss some business with you that could change your life in a big way.

After hearing you with the Andrews Sisters in Paris, I wanted to sign you to the Decca label as a recording artist. Then, the Andrews Sisters told me about your husband's injury in the war and I wanted to wait to offer you this opportunity until he was well again.

Louis Prima, the Andrews Sisters and I all agree that you have the talent to become a major singing star. I realize that this is very sudden, but I need you to think about signing a contract with Decca to be our next big recording star. You can think about this for a few days and we can meet here."

Leigh was stunned for a moment by the news. This was the realization of a dream she had for many years. She saw no sense in making Beckley wait for an answer, so she told him,

"Mr. Beckley, I appreciate this offer and I'm both honored and flattered by the fact that you and four professional vocalists think that I have the potential to become a star." He smiled, waiting for Leigh to continue speaking. A look of bewilderment replaced the smile on his face as she added,

My husband and I are planning on starting a family. There's no way I could be a devoted and nurturing mother if I toured the country doing concerts and promoting my records.

Sir, my husband fully supports any decision I make regarding a singing career. It would be highly unfair to make him the sole parent of our child or children.

I love my husband very much and I intend to be a devoted wife, too. It might not make sense to you, and I know you don't make an offer like this without great consideration but I'm very content to keep my life as it is right now. Thank you, Sir, but I need to turn down this offer. Just knowing I'm good enough to be a star is completely satisfying."

Beckley could tell that Leigh was serious about refusing the recording contract.

"I respect your decision, Mrs. Guarnere, but I can't help but feel that you're throwing away the opportunity to live a financially comfortable life. If you ever change your mind, please call the telephone number on this card." He paused to get one of his business cards from an inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket, handing it to her. Leigh thanked him for the card. Beckley added,

"If I'm not available, please let one of the Andrews Sisters know if you change your mind. Their manager could then contact me. I would be happy to help you book shows here in Los Vegas whenever you would like to perform. A voice like yours will never go out of style, no matter what type of music is popular. " He shook hands with her.

"I appreciate your offer to book me for concerts here in Las Vegas. That sounds like something I'd enjoy doing." Before she left to go to her dressing room, Beckley told her,

"If that's the case, I will keep in contact with the Andrews Sisters and Louis Prima. I'm certain that they would enjoy sharing a stage with you again ." Leigh then exited the room and walked down the hall to her dressing room.

Bill was sitting on a chair in her dressing room, patiently waiting. He noticed a strange expression on her face as she entered the room. By his estimation, Leigh appeared to be stunned.

"Baby, is everythin' OK? What goin' on?" She hugged him and pulled a chair close to where he was sitting and sat down.

"Bill, Louis Prima told me that someone was waiting to meet me in his dressing room. A producer from Decca Records, Mr. Beckley, was waiting for me. He's wanted me to sign a contract since the time of the Paris concert. All this time, he kept in touch with the Andrews Sisters and he wanted to wait until you were healed from your injury before he made me an offer." She paused, wondering how to phrase the rest of the news.

"Go ahead, Sweetheart, this sounds like somethin' big."

"Mr. Beckley said that he, Louis Prima and the Andrews Sisters all agree that I could be a recording star." Bill excitedly and loudly told her,

"Holy God! I knew ya were gonna make it big! Baby, this is amazin' news! I gotta call Ma an' tell her ya signed a recordin' contract. My baby's gonna be a star!" Leigh took Bill's hands in hers,

"Wait a minute, Honey. Please listen to me before you call Mama. I didn't sign the contract." Guarnere looked puzzled,

"Leigh, what's goin' on? Your dream finally came true."

"That was my dream before we met. Remember when we discussed this in Paris? I haven't changed my mind. As I told Mr. Beckley, we're getting ready to start a family. I can't be a devoted mother if I'm on the road constantly doing concerts. I want to be there for the baby's first words, the first time he or she crawls, the first steps..." Bill cut in,

"Sweetheart, think about this. You're throwin' away a chance only a few singers get. Ya know I'm behind ya 100 percent. I'm willin' to do whatever it takes for ya."

"Honey, I know that and I appreciate your devotion. Babies need their mother, too. How can I bond with him or her if I'm not there? Chances are excellent that we would have to move, too.

I love our life in South Philadelphia. Everything we need is at home. Being a devoted wife and mother is more important to me than any recording contract. Not going to sleep and waking up beside you would be unbearable. My mind is made up, Bill.

Mr. Beckley told me that I could do concerts here anytime and I like that idea." Guarnere realized that he couldn't change her mind. He put his arms around Leigh, pulling her close to him, giving her a passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, he tenderly cupped Leigh's face in his hands.

"Baby, you mean the world an' everythin' to me. Knowin' you gave up bein' a star to be my wife an' the ma of our kids makes me love ya to the moon an' back. How 'bout we start a family after our first anniversary?"

"I'm glad you understand, Bill, and you mean the world and everything to me, too. That's fine with me. I'm honored to be the future mother of your children. You're somethin' else." They kissed again and departed the room.

Midway down the hall, Leigh realized she left her purse in her dressing room. Bill needed to use the men's restroom, so they agreed to meet further down the hall.

After Guarnere exited the men's room, he waited for Leigh to return. Lacey Davis lied to a security guard about being a friend of Leigh's since their time as USO singers to gain access to the dressing room area behind the stage. She hoped to run into Bill. Lacey's eyes brightened and she smiled as she saw him standing in the hallway. He was surprised by her saying,

"Hello, Handsome. Remember me?" Bill slightly frowned.

"I remember ya."

"How about we slip off and have a drink together. We can get caught up on everything that's happened since the last time I saw you."

"No thanks. I'm waitin' for my wife. She forgot her purse." Lacey moved closer to him,

"Oh, come on. One little drink with an old friend won't hurt anything."

"No offense, but you ain't exactly what I'd call a friend." Lacey noticed Leigh coming out of her dressing room. She waited until Leigh was close enough to see her, then she put her arms around Bill as she gave him a passionate kiss.

Guarnere was angered by her behavior. He pushed Lacey away from him, taking care not to hurt her. He glared at her as he said,

"What the hell do ya think you're doin'? Like I told ya before,I love Leigh an' I'm a happily married man." Leigh heard Bill's statement and told Lacey,

"As my husband said, what the hell are you doing? You're really pathetic, Lacey, to throw yourself at a man who obviously isn't interested in you." Davis sneered,

"Little Miss Perfect, God's gift to showbiz.Your hubby is too much of a gentleman to do anything in your presence. I bet I could change his mind if you weren't with him." Bill angrily asked,

"Who the hell do you think you are? You don't know me! My baby is a beautiful angel. Beautiful on the inside an' outside. She has my heart for eternity." Leigh added,

"As you can plainly see, my husband can think for himself. If you ever touch him again, you'll be wearing one of my stiletto heels up your ass." Bill couldn't help but grin when he heard her reply to Lacey. Davis ignored Leigh as she concentrated on another way to manipulate Guarnere. She thought,

"He's fiery and passionate. I like that." She couldn't understand why Bill wasn't receptive to her. Other men were, for the most part, easy to convince and seduce. Davis honed in on what she thought would appeal to Guarnere.

"You need an experienced woman who knows how to please a man. I can do things your little wifey doesn't know how to do. No doubt you were goody two shoes' first lover." Bill turned away from her, putting his arm around Leigh's shoulders. Before walking away, he gave Davis a verbal parting shot.

"My baby is perfect at makin' love. Nobody could please me more than Leigh. The Army had trainin' movies about broads like you. They said stay away from 'em 'cause those broads had so many men, a guy could get the clap." Davis's face flushed due to anger and she stalked away, cursing as she walked.

"That's telling her, Honey." She and Bill laughed as they headed for their suite in the hotel. Two days later, they started their trip home.

While Bill and Leigh were on the train to Philadelphia, they were unaware of an article in the top entertainment publication, Variety. Beckley immediately contacted a reporter and told him about a woman who turned down a chance to be a recording star in favor of being a devoted wife and mother.

Lacey Davis spotted the story as she read the publication. She angrily threw it in the trash, thinking to herself,

"What's wrong with that stupid bitch? She threw away the chance of a lifetime! I would literally kill to have a recording contract. It makes me sick that a big time guy like Beckley thinks she's star material. If I could get an audition with Louis Prima, he would see that I'm just as good as she is."

Lacey forced herself to snap out of her musing about Leigh as she boarded a city transit bus to get to her audition.

The elder Guarneres and the Spencers were happily surprised to learn about the offer of a recording contract to Leigh. They weren't surprised at her decision and both couples were looking forward to becoming grandparents.

[fbfh]

making out with Leo hcs

wc: 1.3k

warnings: making out (obvs),

genre: fluff (and little mild pinch of spice here and there), sfw

pairing: Leo x gn reader

song recs: I stood on my feet for 6 hours straight and all I could think about was you - tea, acolyte - slaughter beach dog

a/n: I couldn't resist w the gif. also GOD this man will be the death of me. I can feel him so viscerally and I need a smooch immediately

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This motherfucker is a kissing MACHINE

Making out with Leo can happen at almost any time

For almost any reason

Bc let’s be real

Who in their right goddamn mind wouldn’t want to make out with him at the drop of a hat

At any and every possible opportunity

So yeah lucky for you

And lucky for Leo

Making out is a very, very frequent occurrence

God Leo just gets lost in you

As cheesy as it may sound

He gets so blissed out from your taste and your smell

The feeling of your lips on his, your skin against his hands, his tongue in your mouth

He literally loses all sense of time and is just in this euphoric haze 

After about three or four seconds he can feel himself just melt into you

And after that?? He’s gone

He’s on another planet

In a whole entirely different world

His hands are everywhere

In your hair, on your face, your neck and waist and ass

Grabbing your legs and caressing you so affectionately, his hands roaming all over your body and slipping under your clothes

And god holding your face??????

That one’s your favorite

When he holds your face in his big warm hands, stroking your skin 

His soft lips are all over yours, tongue slipping playfully into your mouth as he sighs and moans against your lips

His soft breaths puffing over your skin while he works his lips against yours

He’s so happy and so relaxed like this

God you just make him feel so happy

So good and relaxed and warm 

So whole and fuzzy inside

And seriously 

He will make out with you at any and every possible opportunity 

Lazy morning makeouts peppered in between the smell of minty toothpaste and fresh coffee 

Your soft pajamas rub against his skin and you still smell like sleep 

He never knows if he’s flushed from being cuddled under warm blankets or from how sweetly you smile and hum against his lips when he wraps his arms around you

These are sprinkled throughout your whole morning routine 

He’ll sneak in little kisses and love bites while the he starts making you your favorite breakfast

Oh that’s another thing

He fucking loves cooking for you

Especially in the morning when you look all soft and sleepy

Like since you moved in together you literally can’t remember the last time you made your own breakfast

Or on busy days you have the exciting rushed indulgent “one more kiss before we go” kisses

That obviously turn into hurried makeouts

God he’s just addicted to you

Because it’s never just one more kiss

It’s the one after that

And after that

And the murmured “I love you- love you so much-” against your lips

Until you’re a giggling flustered wreck insisting you’ll both be late

And every single time part of him wants to say fuck it

Wrap you up in his arms and throw you on the couch and kiss you until you both pass out

Or yk… something else happens…

And then there are the equally lovely I’m so glad to finally see you after such a long day makeouts

You know, the ones where Leo enters smelling like metal and covered in grease and his hair’s all rumpled and pushed back out of his face

And he drops his bag and lets out the biggest sigh and before you’re even done greeting him he takes your face in his hands and gives you this big messy relieved kiss that melts into a full on makeout before he finally pulls away and looks at you so sweetly

“Hi,” he says softly

You greet him back with a flustered giggle and despite how tired he is he gives you the warmest most organic sincere smile

He would be amazed that you can always make him smile no matter how exhausted he is

But you’re really just that amazing so he can’t say he’s too surprised

Then there are the times where you’re out somewhere or at some event and Leo finds any excuse to slip away with you

You think maybe his social battery is running low

Until he pins you against the wall so you can suck face until you absolutely have to go back out there

He’s gotten in the habit of making a mental note of where any good quiet makeout spots are whenever y’all are anywhere 

It’s not that he can’t keep his hands to himself

But like 

You’re you 

Of course he’s going to jump at any and every opportunity to kiss you breathless and get to hold you close to him and feel your body press against his

Kissing you 

Making out with you

It makes his brain so quiet

And as an adhd genius, that’s not a luxury he gets very often

You’re an oasis of peace in the hurricane of chaos that is his life

And he truly has never been happier since knowing you

He just gets overwhelmed with his love and adoration for you

And usually kissing you does the trick

But sometimes after a while of feeling you grab at his shirt and melt into his touch

After feeling your pulse speed up when he bites at your neck to make you gasp a little

After being so, so close to you and hearing all of your little breaths and noises and sighs

He gets a little frisky

Playful if you will

But can you blame him??

You just look so extra cute when you get like this

I hope you don’t get flustered easily bc he will tease the shit out of you just to see you bury your face in his neck when you get all embarrassed from the attention

And he will find more and more ways to make you a flustered mess when he gets like this during a makeout sesh

Your favorite 

And subsequently his 

Is when he just fuckin

Scoops you up and tosses you onto the nearest surface

This can go one of two ways so we’ll be discussing the non lemon flavored one here

Yes he loves seeing you turn into a flustered mess bc of him

Yes he loves how nervous you get and how easily you respond to all of his licks and kisses and love bites

But god he just loves the intimacy of it all

Getting to lay on top of you on a soft couch with your legs wrapped around him

Holding your face and caressing your body with his hands, every brush of his fingertips telling you over and over how much he loves you

How amazing you are

How he thanks the gods and the fates every goddamn day that you’re in his life at all

Much less to this extent

He loves listening to your blood thrum and your breaths rise and fall

He loves the way you smell, the sound of your voice when it’s all quiet and up close like this

He just loves you

And he will express that in many ways, including making out with you as often as he possibly feasibly can

Because Leo is a firm believer that if you’re lucky enough to bag a catch like you, you kiss them and tell them you love them as often as possible

And get them a lot of flowers

Only some of which are a little charred

And you wouldn’t have them any other way

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Ice Ice Baby- PG10 

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[msmercury84]

"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

South Philadelphia, New Year's Eve, 1945"

From "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."

"Off with my overcoat, off with my gloves. Who needs an overcoat, I'm burning with love. My heart's on fire and the flame grows higher. So I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm."

*Author's Note: Some sections are for readers over 18 years of age. In other words, smut warning. The expression "And how!" was popular with Bill Guarnere's generation. He used the expression in the book he wrote with Babe Heffron and I heard my grandparents use the expression, too. The depiction of Bill is based upon the actor's portrayal in the movie.*

A snowstorm was underway in South Philadelphia on New Year's Eve. Blowing and drifting snow made going out undesirable for the Guarneres and no one planned to visit them due to the weather. Since the storm was predicted in the newspaper and on the radio earlier in the week, Leigh ensured that she had everything she needed for a nice supper. She also made sure that the dress Bill gave her for Christmas was cleaned, pressed and ready to wear.

When Leigh returned home from work, it was much later in the afternoon. The snow caused the city buses to run late. She started to prepare supper and put a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice. Employees of the CBS affiliate got champagne along with their Christmas bonuses.

She set about making a very elaborate antipasto while she cooked some steaks that came from her grandpa's farm. Leigh decided to make some spaghetti sauce with Italian sausage to go with some homemade pasta.

Earlier in the week, Bill mentioned that he would enjoy having a small serving of pasta "wit' that good gravy ya make" the next time they had steaks.

Leigh got a good recipe from Augusta for a marinade that was great for beef. The day before New Year's Eve, she combined garlic, red wine, some salt, a dash of pepper and a hint of oregano.

Prior to placing the steaks in the marinade, Leigh used a meat tenderizer on both sides of the steaks. Then, the steaks were placed in a baking dish. The marinade was poured over the meat. A lid was placed on the baking dish and the steaks marinated for 24 hours.

Since a snowstorm was going on, supper was later than usual. Traffic was crawling on all of the major thoroughfares. As the steaks simmered in a skillet, Leigh put on her new red dress, black stockings, a black lace garter belt, a black lace bra, black silk panties and her favorite black open toed high heeled pumps. She touched up her makeup, brushed her hair and headed back to the kitchen.

Leigh turned on the radio to have music playing while she finished the special supper. She donned an apron made of material with tiny red roses. Protecting her favorite dress was top priority.

A good bottle of red wine was open to allow it to 'breathe' before she put it into a decanter. Leigh used her best china plus the crystal wine glasses from the Andrews Sisters. The champagne flutes from the famed trio would be used for a midnight toast to the new year.

When Bill got home from work, he embraced and kissed Leigh after hanging up his snow covered coat on a coat tree in the kitchen and putting his gloves on the coat tree to dry.

"Baby, I love that new dress (he pronounced the word as 'dat'). You look like ten million bucks. Good thing we're stayin' in tonight. The snow is really comin' down an' the wind is ice cold. It kinda reminds me o' the Christmas Eve snowstorm in Aldebourne.

"Thanks, Honey." She winked, adding, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Sounds like you're up to somethin'."

"You'll see, be patient. I'll make it worth the waiting."

"I like the sound o' that." Guarnere went upstairs to put on a clean dress shirt after quickly shaving. The atmosphere in the house was cozy, with the Christmas decorations, a fire in the living room fireplace and music on the radio.

Leigh set the table and lit the candles in cut glass candle holders. Bill helped her get supper served. He pulled out the chair for her to be seated at the dining room table. Leigh thanked him. Then, he sat down and asked the blessing.

After they finished their supper, Bill told her,

"Baby, that was one hell of a good meal. Ya went all out wit' the fancy dishes an' wine glasses. Everythin' was perfect. We couldn't get food this good from the best restaurants uptown." Leigh was pleased that he enjoyed supper.

"Thanks, Bill. Let me get the dishes and then we can get ready to celebrate the new year."

"Nothin' doin', Leigh. I'm helpin' wit the dishes. How 'bout I wash an' you dry? That way, your dress won't get ruined."

"That sounds like a good idea, Honey. A sweet, sexy man bought that dress for me." Bill grinned,

"I've gotta admit that guy has excellent taste in buyin' broads' clothes." Leigh playfully raised her eyebrows,

"Oh, so now I'm a broad, not your baby or your sweetheart?" She went into the kitchen to get her apron. Guarnere followed Leigh and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gently pulling her close to him.

"Ya little devil. You know you'll always be my baby an' my sweetheart. I'm gonna tell ya what ya tell me sometimes, you're a sexy smart ass. Speakin' of a sexy ass, that dress shows it off to perfection." Leigh giggled,

"Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." Bill let go of her and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Leigh put on her apron.

"That's good to know. We'd better get to work before we get up to somethin'. I'll bring in the dishes an' I promise to be real careful wit' 'em."

After Bill brought in the plates, silverware and wine glasses, Leigh put the leftover antipasto into a container that went into the refrigerator. While they cleaned and dried the dishes, Bill and Leigh talked about the way they had spent the past New Year's Eves since they got together. After the last dish was dried and put away, Leigh removed her apron and placed it on the kitchen counter. She embraced Bill,

"This year is very special. Not only because it's our first New Year's Eve as man and wife. It's extra special because, thank God, you survived." Guarnere tenderly kissed her.

"The man upstairs done most o' the work keepin' me alive, but you helped by cookin' for me an' bein' there for me. I owe you a hell of a lot, Baby."

"Thanks, Honey. You don't owe me anything. Getting married more than made up for everything. I was hoping to be your wife for a long time." Leigh had a smirk very similar to Bill's smirk when she added, "All you owe me is a good time later tonight."

"Oh, you can count on me givin' ya an extra good time later tonight, Sweetheart. Ol' Guarnere loves to satisfy a certain lady." Leigh got on her tip toes and playfully kissed the tip of his nose,

"And how! Remember when Perconte said he "really enjoyed Christmas Eve with the Guarneres," I was daydreaming about being your wife and having dinner guests over to visit us as I looked out the window at the snow coming down in Aldebourne."

"I asked ya what ya thought of Perconte sayin' that 'cause I wanted to know how ya felt about gettin' married someday. I was a happy man when I knew ya liked the sound o' what he said.

Do ya suppose they'll still broadcast the Guy Lombardo show on the radio tonight? We could have some nice music for our party here at home."

"Yes, Honey, it's scheduled for tonight. I saw the show on our schedule at work. New York City wasn't supposed to have as much snow as we have. The show should be starting in about ten minutes."

"I'll go ahead an' get the CBS channel on the radio so we don't miss anythin'." Bill went to the radio and got it on the desired station.

"I have the champagne chilling, do you want me to bring it in?"

"Not yet, Baby. Let's wait 'til it's closer to midnight so we can toast the new year. I really enjoyed New Year's Eve in Aldebourne when ya played the piano an' sang. Too bad there's no piano here, I'd love to hear ya playin' an' singin'". Leigh sat on the couch with Bill. He got a cigarette out of a pack on the table, lit it and settled back to cuddle with Leigh and listen to the radio.

"I'd love to have a piano, but they're so expensive. Truth be told, I miss playing the piano." Guarnere put his right arm around her shoulder and held the cigarette in his left hand so Leigh wouldn't accidentally get burned.

"Maybe someday I can buy a piano for ya."

"That would be wonderful." They listened to the live broadcast, enjoying the music. A half hour later, the band began to play "Moonlight Serenade." Bill stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Would ya like to dance, Sweetheart?"

"Yes." Guarnere took Leigh's hand and they walked to the middle of the living room floor. Bill pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as Leigh wrapped her arms around his neck.

They swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes.

"This reminds me of a very special night at Ft. Benning and our wedding reception."

"Guess this is our song. You're lookin' as beautiful as ya did both times we danced to this an' I'm still crazy in love wit' ya."

"I'm still crazy in love with you, too, Handsome." Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss. After the kiss ended, she added, "Our first New Year's Eve was when you gave me my angel necklace."

"You must love it 'cause you're always wearin' it."

"I adore it." The song ended and they sat on the couch.

"I'm still wearin' the St. Michael medal, even though the war is over. I think it helped save my life. Baby, ya don't know this, but I was standin' outside the door to Teresa's bedroom.

I wanted to know if ya really liked the necklace. I don't think it's right to eavesdrop, but it paid off. I went to bed wit' a big smile on my face when I heard ya tell Teresa that you were crazy 'bout me."

They continued to listen to the radio and talk. At 11:45, Bill got up, went into the kitchen and got the bucket containing the chilled champagne from the refrigerator.

Next, he carefully put the crystal champagne flutes on a small platter and carried the platter into the living room.

"How 'bout a drink, Baby?"

"Sounds good to me, but I don't want to drink too much. I want to enjoy every minute with you later on tonight."

"No heavy drinkin' for me, either, 'cause I wanna make love to you." He removed the foil from the top of the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Bill poured some champagne into both flutes. He raised his glass,

"To my sweet, sexy angel. Seems like ya understood me from the day we met. You're a blessin', Baby. I'm lookin' forward to what ya got planned." Leigh gently touched her glass to Bill's,

"To the handsome love of my life, you're a blessing, too. I plan to make you very hot and hard." Guarnere winked at her,

"That's my sassy angel." They sipped the champagne.

"It ain't bad. Matter o' fact I like this fancy soda pop." Leigh grinned at Bill's comment.

"It is pretty good. The champagne you got the night you proposed was the best I'd ever had."

"That guy at the front desk (the concierge) really knew his stuff." Soon, the radio featured the voices of party goers along with Guy Lombardo, counting down the seconds until the new year.

While the band played the traditional "Auld Lang Syne", Bill pulled Leigh close to him and gave her a gentle kiss at the stroke of midnight. The kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. When the kiss ended, Bill gently cupped Leigh's face in his hands.

"Happy New Year, Baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Honey. Happy New Year. They shared another kiss and finished drinking the champagne in their glasses. Leigh got up from the couch.

"As they say in the movies, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She had a saucy grin as she added, "Don't go anywhere or start without me, you handsome dream boat." Guarnere had a wicked grin.

"Oh, I ain't goin' nowhere, Sweetheart. I'll wait right here for ya." Leigh went upstairs to the bathroom. She put in her diaphragm, washed her hands and reapplied her red lipstick.

Then she lightly powdered her face, touched up her minimal blush and her mascara. Next, she used her eyebrow pencil. She left the bathroom and went into their bedroom where she carefully hung up her dress.

Leigh got the red silk bra and tap panties set Bill bought her for Christmas out of its box in her dresser drawer. She got the matching red silk kimono from Julia from her side of the closet.

Before removing her panties and bra, Leigh opened her jewelry box on top of her dressing table and got out the red rose made of ribbon that graced the top of her birthday gift when she was living in Aldebourne.

Leigh got some bobby pins and carefully pinned the rose in her hair, placing it above her left ear. Satisfied with her efforts to secure the rose, she removed her bra, panties and slip, placing the items into the clothes hamper by the chest of drawers.

She put on the bra and tap panties. The panties covered her garter belt and her black silk stockings remained on. Next, she took off her black pumps and took them to the closet and places them in the shoebox in which they came.

Leigh got out a shoebox containing red pumps she bought at a clearance sale in a department store. The pumps, with stiletto heels, were a perfect match for her lingerie.

She left the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs.

"Baby, are you ready to have a good time?" Bill had a big smile on his face as he watched her walk down the stairs. Leigh paused at the foot of the stairs and untied the kimono. She turned around and slowly exposed her shoulders and her back before she let the robe drop to the floor.

Knowing that Bill would enjoy the view, she bent over to pick up the robe. Her tap panties went up slightly in the back to show a small area of her behind. Guarnere once again had a wicked grin on his face.

She draped the robe over one arm and walked toward him.

"Do you see anything you like, big boy?"

"Oh, hell, yes! Baby, ya look like the hottest goddamn pinup girl in the world! That outfit an' those shoes are really doin' somethin' to me." He stood up and walked over to where Leigh stood. Bill gently pulled her close to him,

"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. Absolutely perfect an' you look as sexy as ya did in Paris."

"Thanks, Honey." Bill gently nipped at one of Leigh's ear lobes before kissing her neck. He delighted in her slightly shivering when his lips gently sucked at the skin on her neck.

Guarnere whispered into her ear,

"Does my angel like that?"

"Oh, yes! I love it." His hands moved down to cup her ass.

"Baby, your body was made to drive a man crazy. It should be against the law for ya to wear clothes. 'course I don't want anybody else seein' ya naked. I wish you'd go around the house just wearin' what the man upstairs gave ya."

They exchanged slow, sensual kisses. Leigh eagerly allowed Bill's tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, provoking a soft groan from him.

Leigh felt his hard cock pressing against her. She broke the kiss for a moment, stepping back to allow enough room for her hand to surround and gently squeeze his cock. Guarnere made a hissing sound through clenched teeth.

She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers.

"Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good." Leigh unbuttoned his dress shirt, licking, kissing and sucking the skin on his neck and chest. Bill moved his hand inside the tap panties to cup her bare ass. He moved one hand to the front of the tap panties.

Guarnere smiled as he felt the obvious sign of her arousal. Leigh gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit. A few minutes later, she slightly shuddered as she came. Bill picked her up,

"How 'bout we take this to the bedroom?"

"We can't get there fast enough." Guarnere quickly carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed as he turned on the light and walked over to pull down the shades.

Bill removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He sat on a corner of their bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then, he removed his trousers and boxer shorts, letting them join his shirt on the floor. He removed his artificial leg and sat up in the bed.

Leigh grinned and took off her red stiletto heeled shoes. She started to remove her bra, but Bill told her,

"Baby, leave it on, just for a little bit. Same wit' the panties, too. I got an idea. One time in Aldebourne, ya made love to me an' said it was all for me. I wanna do the same for you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanna make love wit' ya.

How about sittin' in front of me on the bed?" She got on the bed and did as Bill asked. He pulled her as close to him as possible and wrapped his arms around her.

"Just relax in my arms, Sweetheart, an' let me take care o' you." He kissed Leigh's neck, knowing how much she loved it. Bill caressed her shoulders and allowed his hands to roam lower.

"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts." Leigh thanked him for his compliment.

"That isn't exactly what you wanted to say, is it, Honey?" Guarnere grinned, knowing that she would be aroused by him saying something off color.

"Ya little devil. You know how I think. I've always loved your tits. They're so goddamn gorgeous." Bill nibbled her ear, noticing that she slightly trembled with passion. He added, "Christ, Leigh, you've got it in spades!

You have a sweet, sexy ass an' you know I love your beautiful pussy." He paused to once again suck on the soft skin at the junction of her neck and right shoulder. Bill loved hearing the sounds of passion Leigh made.

Guarnere slowly pushed her bra straps down, uncovering her breasts. He told her, speaking in a soft, low voice,

"I'm glad I bought this set for ya. Sweetheart, red silk looks so good on you. Now, how 'bout I take off this bra so I can give those beautiful tits some attention?"

"I'm more than ready." Bill unhooked her bra and carefully put it on the small table by his side of the bed. He caressed her breasts with both hands as she leaned back against his chest. Then, he gently rubbed her erect nipples with his fingertips. Leigh started to moan softly.

"Your body was made for makin' love." He began to tug on her nipples. Leigh's breathing quickened. Bill kept on tugging on her nipples, knowing that she could come from this stimulation .

Soon, she slightly trembled in his arms. Guarnere was pleased that he made her come again. He moved his hands slowly down her body, all the while whispering in her ear,

"Such a beautiful baby. You're a fuckin' goddess. I wish I could take pictures of ya completely naked." Leigh trembled again, the idea of posing for Bill was making her even more aroused.

He slid the tap panties down her hips. Leigh briefly got out of bed to removed the panties, the garter belt and her stockings. She eagerly got back on the bed and sat facing away from Bill, leaning against him.

Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. He had picked up on the fact that his words inflamed her desire. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered,

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, Sweetheart? Posin' just for me." She answered in a breathy voice,

"Oh, yes!"

"I'd start out askin' ya to hold those perfect tits in your hands. It would make ya hotter than hell if I asked ya to play wit' those sweet nipples, wouldn't it?"

"Mmmm...yes, it would."

"I'd want ya to spread your legs an' let me get a nice close up picture o' that beautiful pussy. You would already be kinda wet, wouldn't ya?" Bill was enjoying the effect his words had on Leigh. She was trembling a little more and her breathing was starting to speed up.

"Yes, Baby, my pussy would be very hot and wet." Guarnere groaned, his cock was rock hard, but he was determined to give Leigh as much pleasure as possible. He continued to whisper in her ear,

"Hearin' you say that is so fuckin' hot. I'd ask ya to touch yourself."

"Oh, God! I'd do it for you, Baby." Bill grinned.

"Then, I'd move close enough to taste ya..." Leigh gasped, imagining the feel of his lips on her sex. Guarnere began to caress the soft curls between her legs.

"My angel's enjoyin' this, ain't no doubt about it. You're so wet, Sweetheart."

He stroked a few fingers up and down the open lips of her sex.

"Oh, Bill!'

Then, he began to gently rub her clit.

"Your body was made for fuckin', too, an' you're so good at fuckin'!"

Leigh was almost panting due to his words and the way his finger stimulated her clit. She moved against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass.

Bill rubbed her clit a little faster. Leigh couldn't speak, she just moaned louder. Soon, her hips jerked up involuntarily as another orgasm washed over her.

Guarnere continued to hold her and he kissed her neck as she came. When she had recovered, he asked,

"What way does my baby wanna make love? Do ya want me to love ya wit' my tongue and lips?"

Leigh got on her knees, facing him,

"Bill, you know I love that, but right now, I need your cock inside me!" She surprised him by straddling him and quickly lowering herself onto him.

He held her hips as she rode him hard and fast. Bill loved her breasts bouncing in front of him and he managed to wrap his lips around one nipple to suck it.

This made her go faster. Guarnere knew he couldn't last very long this way, but he wasn't about to tell Leigh to slow down or stop. All he could do was thrust up into her.

His groaning got louder.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So good, Baby!"

Leigh felt a tremendous orgasm building. She called out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard her. When he felt her sex contracting around him, this pushed Bill over the edge.

"Goddamn!" They held each other as they came. After they got their breathing rates back to normal, Bill held onto her and gently turned on his side, letting her onto the bed.

Guarnere withdrew from her and then pulled the sheet up to cover them. He held her close, stroking her back as Leigh wrapped her arms around him.

"That was wild and wonderful."

"You're amazin', Sweetheart." He gently kissed her.

"You're pretty amazin', too, Bill. That was heavenly, although we didn't behave like angels." Guarnere chuckled,

"You're so damn good when you're not actin' like an angel. Let me get the rest o' the covers pulled up so we don't get too cold.

Once Bill covered himself and Leigh with the sheet and a blanket, he lay beside her. Leigh put her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her.

They were too exhausted to think of turning off the light or bathing. Before sleep claimed them, Leigh made Bill laugh and kiss her when she said,

"Honey, we definitely started the new year off with a bang."

[msmercury84]

"I Double Dare You," The First Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. Guarnere

*Author's note: Prices of women's dresses were researched at a website dedicated to the prices of women's clothing in the 1940s. Bill and some of the Easy Company veterans would say, when it was snowing, "At least I'm not in Bastogne." The real Wild Bill didn't discuss the war with his family until HBO featured "Band of Brothers." Until the book and movie came out, they had no idea how he lost his right leg. For this reason, I'm having my fictional version of Guarnere keeping his nightmares and trauma to himself. The black and white picture is Gimbel's department store in Philadelphia during the mid to late 1940s.*

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Bill and Leigh decided to drive to the heart of downtown Philadelphia to see the Christmas lights and do some window shopping. Both of the Guarneres were trying to find the perfect Christmas gift for each other. They strolled the streets hand-in-hand, looking at the decorated window displays of some department stores and smaller shops.

While looking at the display in a department store's window, Leigh noticed a red wiggle dress with a red satin bow in the back. The dress had a square neckline and she was quite taken with it until she saw the small sign beside the garment stating, "Only $45, perfect for decking the halls or ringing in the new year."

She decided to remain quiet about liking the dress because it cost nearly three times the price of the dresses worn by most women in that era. The department store had prices higher than other stores, but their items for sale were considered top quality.

Bill noticed the way Leigh was gazing at the dress.

"Baby, that (he pronounced the word as 'dat') would look stunnin' on you."

"It's very pretty, but the price is extortionistic. I could make a dress similar to it for much less money." She secretly hoped that the manager of the Women's Clothing section would allow her to put it on layaway after the holidays were over and she could wear it next Christmas.

While waiting to cross the street, Bill told her,

"Sweetheart, I done a real stupid thing earlier today. When I was gettin' in the car to go home from work, I kinda tripped an' smashed the hell outta that nice watch ya got me for my birthday before we went overseas."

"Honey, are you OK? I hope you didn't get hurt."

"I tripped on my good leg. I'm fine. I'm really sorry about breakin' the watch."

"A watch can be replaced. As long as you're not hurt, that's the most important thing." They continued their walk down the street. Leigh decided to find a nice replacement for the watch that was broken. She thought that she would look at watches during her lunch hour on the following day.

On the way home, Leigh said,

"I'm looking forward to helping Mama with the Feast of the Seven Fishes this year."

"You done one hell of a good job fixin' the feast in Aldebourne." He had a devilish grin as he added, "I remember not havin' you beside me an' sittin' up so I could see where ya were. I got treated to a beautiful sight o' you bent over tendin' the fire. You looked really sexy in that silk an' lace set I bought for your birthday.

That reminds me, I might find a little somethin' for ya to wear that's sexy. I enjoy seein' you in that fancy stuff anytime."

Snow began to fall and Bill was glad they didn't have a long drive to get home. The weather made him think about Bastogne. He didn't notice the hushed atmosphere outside as the snowflakes swirled in the air. Guarnere was transported to the frozen Bois St. Jacques where endless shelling from the enemy shook the ground and the deafening barrage seemed to go on forever.

Bill was aware of his surroundings as he drove to South Philadelphia, he saw the traffic, the movement of the windshield wipers and the snow. Still, he felt as if he could hear the exploding shells and the occasional screaming from men who were hit by enemy bullets or shells and the shouts of "Medic!"

Counseling for veterans wasn't provided along with the physical therapy for those who needed it and the reintegration into civilian life. Veterans had to deal with what would be known today as PTSD. The term used to describe the psychological trauma some of the veterans had was called shell shock.

Those suffering from this type of trauma were encouraged to "suck it up," "keep a stiff upper lip" and to "get on with their lives." For these reasons, most veterans never discussed what they did in the war with their wives and families. As far as some of these veterans were concerned, the war was over and they had to go on with everyday life.

Leigh noticed that Bill was unusually quiet and she guessed that he was thinking about the war. She knew that the one year anniversary of his life changing injury was coming up and she hoped that she could help him if the memories were too intense.

Guarnere forced himself to stop living in the past. He saw that Leigh looked worried.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna be OK. There ain't nothin' for you to worry about. I'm just thankful that I'm not in Bastogne."

Bill pulled the car into a parking space behind the rowhouse. He shut off the engine and took the key out of the switch. Then, he got out and opened the car door for Leigh. As she exited the car, Bill ensured that the car doors were locked.

Guarnere took her hand and they walked up the back steps. Leigh unlocked the door and they entered the kitchen. After supper was over, Bill helped her do the dishes and they listened to the radio before going to bed.

After being asleep for about three hours, Leigh noticed that Bill was restless. She immediately noticed that their bedroom was very cold and Leigh knew that Bill couldn't sleep in a cold room.

"The temperature must have dropped quite a bit outside. I'm going downstairs to put more coal in the furnace. Would you like to have an extra blanket on the bed, Honey?" Guarnere was already putting on his wooden leg. As he donned his trousers, he told her,

"I can take care o' the furnace, Baby. You don't have to do that. Leigh, I know you're lookin' out for me an' I know you're doin' this because ya love me. Sweetheart, let me do what I know I can do."

"I'm sorry, Bill. I didn't mean to treat you like an invalid. I got carried away. From now on, if you know you can do something, I won't try to stop you." Guarnere put on the shirt he had worn earlier in the day and some shoes. He walked over to Leigh's side of the bed and kissed her.

"Thanks for understandin', Baby. You didn't hurt my feelins. While I'm in the basement, you could put an extra blanket on the bed if you want, 'cause it takes time for the room to get warm."

Leigh got up and went to their closet. The blankets were folded and stored on a shelf. She selected a soft wool blanket that she bought in London and put it on the bed. Then, she got back into bed and waited for Bill to return from the basement. Guarnere soon entered their bedroom,

"We should be feelin' warm soon, Sweetheart." He took off his shirt, trousers, socks and shoes. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his wooden leg. Once he was in bed, Leigh turned off the lamp on the bedside table. Bill stretched out on the bed, pulling Leigh close to him.

"I can think of a real good way to warm up, Baby." Guarnere kissed Leigh, quickly deepening the kiss as he began to caress her." After the kiss ended, Leigh told him,

"I like the way you think, Honey. Let me put my diaphragm in and then I'm all yours."

Two days after Bill and Leigh noticed the red dress in the department store's window, Guarnere was on his lunch break. He decided to drive to a diner that was in the area of the department stores. While he was stopped at a red light, Bill noticed Leigh looking at the red dress in the window of the store.

Leigh entered the store. Bill found a parking spot close to the diner. As he crossed the street to the diner, he hoped to find a table next to the window. Guarnere wanted to find out if his wife was purchasing the dress.

He got a seat at the last table available that was beside the window. After a waitress took his order, Bill watched the front doors of the store. Soon, Leigh exited the shop. She was disappointed because the store didn't have a layaway policy.

Guarnere noticed that Leigh didn't purchase anything since she had no bags from the store. After he finished his lunch and a cigarette, Bill went into the shop and found a middle aged woman who was a sales clerk. He described Leigh to the woman and she confirmed that a customer fitting her description asked her about the possibility of putting a dress on layaway.

Bill told the sales clerk that the woman in question was his wife and he wondered if she put the red dress in the window on layaway. The clerk said that her customer was disappointed because the department store didn't do layaways.

"Ma'am, would ya happen to know what size dress she wanted? I want to buy that for her Christmas present, but I don't know much about the sizes for women's clothes." He gave the clerk what he hoped was his most appealing smile.

The woman was charmed by Bill's polite demeanor and his smile. She told him the size of the dress that Leigh wanted. Guarnere thanked her for her help and asked,

"Ma'am, is there a way for you to hold the size she wanted in that dress until tomorrow? I can pay for it on my lunch break." She took Bill's name and he gave her Augusta's number so if a call was made about the dress, Leigh wouldn't find out. The clerk told him that the dress would be held until 1 p.m. the following day.

Leigh went from the department store to a jewelry store that was further up the street. She was unaware that Bill had seen her and she was hoping to find a nice watch for him.

The jewelry store had a nice selection of men's watches, but Leigh was unable to find what she wanted. She left the shop and went to a nearby department store. After looking around for a few minutes, Leigh found a watch that was a very popular brand. It was guaranteed to have unbreakable glass on the face.

Since the extended Guarnere family was so large, the adults drew names of family members. Leigh was happy to have Augusta as the recipient of her gift. Bill had selected Teresa as the recipient of his gift.

Leigh was hoping that Bill would honor the decision they made to buy one gift for each other. While they both worked, neither position paid a large amount of money. She had just started working for the radio station in late August and while Leigh technically had her own show, she was paid the same salary as anyone starting out on the radio at the CBS station in Philadelphia.

The following day, Bill visited the department store on his lunch break and purchased the dress for Leigh. The sales clerk who helped him put the dress on hold asked him,

"Sir, would you be interested in some lingerie for your wife? We have a lovely red silk bra, garter belt and tap panty set that arrived this morning." Guarnere was interested in seeing the set. He remembered Leigh's bra and panty size from the time he bought the satin and lace set for her birthday. He bought the red silk set. The lingerie was a little more expensive than Bill realized, but he thought,

"I never had a chance to spoil my baby very much durin' the war. I know we agreed to one gift, but Leigh's done so much for me an' she deserves a little somethin' extra. It won't hurt me to take my lunch to work wit' me instead o' eatin' in town." As Bill paid for the items, the clerk told him,

"Your purchases qualify for free gift wrapping. Would you like to have the gifts wrapped, Sir?" Bill agreed and he went to the gift wrapping department of the store.

He chose shiny red wrapping paper with small gold bells printed on it for the box containing the dress. It was topped with a gold ribbon and a large gold bow. The box containing the lingerie set was wrapped in blue paper printed with tiny silver angels. This package had a silver ribbon and it was topped with a medium sized silver bow.

Guarnere thanked the young woman who wrapped the gifts. She carefully placed small cardboard guards around the bows and placed both packages in a large shopping bag. As she handed the bag to Bill, the gift wrapper told him,

"Your wife is a lucky woman to have a nice, good looking guy like you for her husband."

"Thanks, Miss. I'm really lucky to have a beautiful angel for my wife. Maybe you heard her singing on the radio? She has two shows on the CBS station here in town. Her name is Leigh Guarnere."

"I only get to hear her early morning show before I go to work. She's extremely talented." Bill thanked the young woman for her help and her compliment about Leigh. He then looked for a Christmas card for Leigh.

Guarnere found a selection of Christmas cards nearby and looked for a few minutes until he found the perfect card. It had poinsettias on the front of the card that were accentuated with red glitter.

Written across the top of the card in gold colored cursive writing was, "Merry Christmas to My Sweet Wife." Guarnere paid for the card and borrowed a sales clerk's pen to write on the inside of the card,

"Baby, I love you more and more every day. This Christmas is extra special because it's our first Christmas together as husband and wife. Marrying you is the best thing I ever did. All my love, Bill."

Two weeks before Christmas, Leigh paid the remaining balance on the watch. The department store had free gift wrapping and she selected shiny red wrapping paper with a gold bow.

She also had a package wrapped for Augusta. Teresa told Leigh that she overheard her mother saying to Louise Spencer that she accidentally ruined her bathrobe in the wringer of her washer.

Leigh got the correct size from Teresa and she selected a chenille bathrobe in the same shade as her favorite robe, white with a red rose appliqued on the front. Augusta's gift was wrapped in white paper printed with holly berries and it was topped with a large red bow and red ribbons.

She found a card for Bill that had a picture of a cozy room with wood burning in a fireplace. The printed message on the front said,"Merry Christmas to My Dear Husband." Leigh wrote,

"Bill, this reminded me of the living room in Aldebourne where we spent a very special Christmas. You make our house a home and I will love you for eternity, Leigh."

Next, she purchased a card for Augusta that had a Christmas Tree with glittery ornaments. The message said, "Merry Christmas to My Mother-In-Law." Leigh wrote,

"Mama, you made me feel as if I was part of the family from the first time we met. Your cooking advice is making me a better cook and a better wife for Bill. You're a good friend and you're like a second mother to me."

Leigh called Augusta when she got home from work the following afternoon. She told her about an idea she had for an extra gift for Bill, saying,

"Mama, does Pop have time to take on extra work? Bill doesn't have a nice suit. When we had our portrait done, Bill said that his dress uniform was the best suit he had.

If Pop has the time, I'd like to pay him his usual fee and ask if he would make a suit for Bill." Augusta asked Joseph and he said that he would be happy to make a nice suit for his son.

"Sweetie, just bring over Billy's uniform. He can use that to get the right length for the trousers and a nice jacket. Pop said for you to pick out the material for the suit and the lining of the jacket.

He doesn't want to take your money, but I told him that you insisted on payin' for the suit since it's a present for Billy. Joseph wonders if you can drop off the uniform in a couple of days." Leigh told her that she would drop off the uniform after she finished her afternoon show.

Since the elder Guarneres lived within walking distance of Bill and Leigh, she got Bill's dress uniform from the closet, placing it in a large department store bag and took it to her father-in-law. He calculated how much fabric should be purchased and Joseph told Leigh that he had buttons for the trousers and the suit coat. She only needed to buy thread that matched the color of the material.

Leigh took a bus into the downtown area to visit a department store that sold fabric and items used for sewing. She found a nice cotton/wool blend fabric in dark charcoal gray and the matching thread. Then, she located a dark gray silk lining for the suit.

Once the items were purchased, Leigh took the bus back to South Philadelphia and dropped off the items for the suit at her in-laws' house.

Joseph took Bill's uniform and the material to his shop that was in the basement of their house. He wrote down the measurements for the length of the sleeves, the length of the trousers, the waist of the trousers and the width of the chest area and the width of the shoulders for the suit coat.

Leigh stopped by her in-laws' house later that day to retrieve Bill's dress uniform. She returned it to their closet and Guarnere never noticed that the uniform had been missing for one day.

The week before Christmas, Augusta called the secretary at the CBS radio station in downtown Philadelphia to leave a message for Leigh. She was happy to learn that the suit was completed.

Leigh took the bus home and walked to Joseph's and Augusta's house. Joseph was very pleased when she told him while paying for the suit,

"Pop, this is much better quality clothing than anything in the stores. It's beautifully made." The elder Guarnere put the suit in a box and the box went into an unmarked bag. He hugged his daughter-in-law and told her that he looks forward to having her and Bill at the annual Christmas Eve feast.

Leigh walked home and was surprised to see that Bill was already home. He had returned from hiding her gifts under the bed in the guest room. After he embraced and kissed her, Guarnere asked,

"Did ya do some Christmas shoppin', Baby?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. I need to put this away, and then I'll get supper started." She went to their bedroom and put the box under their bed. Leigh hid the box among the gifts that were already wrapped and stored under the bed.

Julia and Teresa told Leigh that Bill was notorious for snooping around to find his gifts for Christmas. Leigh stashed the wrapped box containing the watch behind a large box of tampons. She knew that Bill wouldn't look in the area around the box.

She was slightly amused by her husband's embarrassment seeing her feminine hygiene products. Although Bill knew about women having periods, he felt no need to discuss the topic with his wife.

Leigh was talking on the phone with Teresa when she told her,

"You know I love Bill, but I had to laugh when I came back from the drugstore last week with a box of Tampax. He walked upstairs with me and we were talking about what to have for supper.

I went into the bathroom and got the box out of the brown paper bag. Bill started to follow me into the bathroom until he saw the box. He slightly blushed and backed away from it." Teresa laughed, replying,

"One of my friends at work has been married for ten years. She sends her husband out to buy feminine napkins from the drugstore. Joann says it used to embarrass him. Now it doesn't bother him one bit. Could you imagine Billy Baby buying that stuff? His face would be as red as a tomato."

"I agree, but I can't do that to him. He's so sweet and kind. I don't want to do anything to embarrass Bill." Teresa told her sister-in-law that she understood.

"I'd like to have a good marriage like you and my baby brother. Ma says that you two were made for each other."

The following evening after work, Bill drove downtown to buy a Christmas Tree and a tree stand. Once he purchased the items, he was walking back to his car. He passed the upscale department store where he'd purchased Leigh's dress.

Guarnere glanced in the display window and noticed a small sign advertising personalized Christmas ornaments. Blown glass angels with various shades of hair colors hung on a small Christmas Tree. "A perfect gift for the angel in your life. Our in-store artist will paint the correct shade of hair and the name of your loved one on the ornament for a small fee."

Bill walked into the store and asked a clerk where he could buy the personalized angel ornament. He was directed to a department in the middle of the first floor.

After waiting patiently in line for fifteen minutes, Guarnere bought the angel ornament for $7. Most ornaments sold for prices ranging from fifty cents to $2. The artist made the angel's hair brown and painted Leigh's name on the back.

A small machine that blew a stream of warm air sat on a table next to the artist. He carefully held the ornament in the warm air until the paint was dry. Then, he carefully packed the fragile ornament into a box.

Bill declined having the box wrapped since he was eager to get home. When he entered the kitchen, after embracing and kissing Leigh, Guarnere got the box containing the ornament out of his overcoat pocket.

"I got a little somethin' for our Christmas Tree, Sweetheart." Leigh opened the box and was surprised to find the personalized ornament.

"Honey, it's beautiful! I didn't know the hair color and a name could be added to an ornament. Thanks, Bill. You're so sweet and thoughtful."

"I wanted my angel to have a special angel for our Christmas Tree." After supper, Bill got the tree into the tree stand. He and Leigh put on the lights and a new set of bubble lights.

Leigh put on the decorations she took to Aldebourne. Bill helped her place the new ornament toward the top of the tree, along with the star for the top of the tree. The angel ornament was included on every Christmas Tree the Guarneres had over the years.

The Spencers and Louise's parents, John and Mary Elliott, reserved hotel rooms and took a train to Philadelphia to celebrate with the Guarnere family.

Both Louise and her mother were in awe of the amount of food prepared for the Feast of the Seven Fishes. Family members crowded the dining room and a smaller table was set up to accommodate the guests. Everyone enjoyed the food and conversations during the feast. After the feast was finished and the dishes were washed and put away, the Guarneres, the Elliotts and the Spencers attended Midnight Mass.

Bill awoke on Christmas morning as dawn was breaking. He was eager to give Leigh her presents. Guarnere quietly got out of bed and put on the clothes he had worn the day before and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

He knew that Leigh had bought the ingredients for Strata. Bill decided to surprise her by preparing the Strata and the coffee. It didn't take him long to get the ingredients into a pan and into the oven.

While their breakfast was baking, Guarnere made fresh coffee. He got out two trays, two plates, silverware, two coffee cups and napkins. Once the Strata was ready, Bill put a portion on Leigh's plate and the plate went onto the tray. He filled the cup with coffee, got the silverware and a napkin.

Then he carried the tray to their bedroom. Guarnere walked to Leigh's side of the bed and kissed her cheek, telling her,

"Merry Christmas, Baby." She awoke and was surprised to see the tray in Bill's hands.

"Merry Christmas, Honey. I slept too long. You didn't have to make breakfast."

"I enjoy cookin' an' I wanna spoil my angel."

"Thanks, Bill. You're so sweet. That Strata looks delicious!"

After breakfast was over and the dishes were washed, Bill went into the guest room to retrieve Leigh's gifts. She went into their bedroom to get the package containing Bill's suit and his Christmas card. Then she got the box containing the watch from the bathroom cabinet.

She carried the gifts and card downstairs, placing them under the Christmas Tree. Leigh saw two gifts under the tree. She grinned, thinking,

"We both decided not to honor the decision to get one gift for each other." Bill was sitting on the couch."

"Go ahead an' open your presents, Baby. I hope ya like 'em." Leigh got her gifts and placed them on the coffee table, along with the card from Bill. She bought his gifts and card, placing them on the coffee table next to her presents.

Leigh got the larger box and remarked,

"This is beautifully wrapped." She removed the paper, saving the ribbon and bow to use again, and opened the box. Leigh was extremely surprised to see the red wiggle dress.

"Honey, this is a wonderful surprise! I wanted to put this on layaway, but the store doesn't do layaway on items. Oh, Bill, this is beautiful and very extravagant." She hugged and kissed him, "Thank you. I never thought that I would have this dress." Bill smiled,

"I'm glad ya like it, Baby. That dress was made for you." Leigh handed Bill the large box.

"I hope I got the right color for you, Honey." He removed the wrapping paper and opened the lid. He wasn't expecting a new suit. Guarnere took out the suit coat and trousers.

"Baby, the color is perfect." He tried on the jacket and held up the trousers, adding," It looks custom made."

"It is custom made by one of the best tailors in Philadelphia for his son. I paid Pop for his work since this is your present. Plus, I didn't want to take advantage of Pop's generous nature."

"Leigh, you're an angel, ain't no way you would take advantage o' anybody. It's sweet o' you to pay Pop for his sewin'. You're real thoughtful, too. I needed a good suit." She returned Bill's embrace,

"When we had our portrait made, you said that your dress uniform was the only good suit you had." She opened the next present,

"Oh, Baby, it's gorgeous! I'm looking forward to modeling it for you." Leigh gave Guarnere a passionate kiss. After the kiss ended, she handed the second gift to Bill.

"You have another present, Honey." He opened the gift and grinned as he saw the watch.

"You know I needed this. It's shock proof, the glass is unbreakable an' it's even waterproof! Ya went all out 'cause this is a really good watch. I'm puttin' it on right now." Guarnere set and wound the watch before he put it on. He embraced and kissed her.

"That's a classy lookin' watch an' suit. Since we wear nice clothes for Christmas, I'm wearin' my new suit to Ma's and Pop's house." He gave Leigh her card and she handed Bill's card to him.

She read the message and hugged him,

"It's beautiful and I love what you wrote, Honey. Marrying you is the best thing I ever did, too. I want to display my card on the table before I get cleaned up. I'm wearing that exquisite dress today and I plan to model that lovely set for you soon."

Guarnere opened his card and read the message written by Leigh. He tenderly kissed her.

"That does remind me of the livin' room in Aldebourne. That was a hot time on that couch. Baby, even then,I was hopin' that you would be my wife someday. You make this house a home for me, too. That was a sweet thing to say."

There was a small gathering at the Guarneres' since Julia and Maria were spending Christmas Day at the homes of their in-laws. Both sets of parents and Leigh's grandparents thought Leigh's new dress was very pretty and that Bill looked very handsome in his new suit. Joseph was proud to hear his daughter-in-law say that one of the best tailors in the city made Bill's suit.

Augusta was surprised to have her favorite robe replaced and she also enjoyed the card Leigh gave her. Bill and Leigh had given their parents and her grandparents 8x10" copies of the portrait they had made shortly after their wedding.

The newlyweds were glad to get a gift of frozen steaks and some other cuts of beef from Leigh's grandpa. Cal and Louise gave Bill and Leigh a $25 gift certificate from Popi's restaurant. The Spencers also gave a gift certificate in the same amount to the elder Guarneres. Teresa liked Bill's gift of a new purse. Leigh helped him pick it out in one of the local department stores.

Before Bill and Leigh returned home for the evening, Augusta gave her a gift from Julia, since she got Leigh's name for the gift exchange.

"Sweetie, Julia said that you might want to open this at home. That's why I didn't bring it out earlier." Leigh was both eager and curious to find out what her sister-in-law bought.

Once they got home, she opened the box from Julia and was surprised to find a red silk robe that matched the lingerie set from Bill. One of Julia's friends worked in the store and she saw Guarnere buying the gift. She let Julia use her employee's discount so she could purchase the robe.

Bill was pleased to see that Leigh had the matching robe to the set. He wasn't aware it was for sale and he guessed that it went on sale after he bought the lingerie for Leigh. The day after Christmas, Leigh called and thanked Julia for her gift, telling her,

"It was a perfect match for a set Bill bought." Then, Julia told her about her friend who worked in the store and saw Bill buying the red satin set.

"My friend told me about a fresh little girl who works in gift wrappin'. She heard the girl tell Billy Baby, 'Your wife is lucky to have a nice, good lookin' guy like you." Leigh smiled when Julia told her Bill's reply to the girl. Before going to bed, Leigh began to plan a special supper for New Year's Eve.

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*Author's Note: Before I post my new chapter, here's a Christmas chapter from last year.*

"Christmas and New Year's Eve in Aldebourne" from "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."

*Author's Note: Smut warning at the beginning of the chapter. Not for readers under the age of 18.*

Leigh awoke in the middle of the night with a need to visit the bathroom. She very carefully climbed over the back of the couch to avoid disturbing Bill. Spencer made her way upstairs and turned on the hall light so she could have an easier time seeing. Once she finished her business in the bathroom and washed her hands, Leigh decided to brush her teeth. She didn't want to have bad breath from the extra Limoncello she drank.

Once Leigh finished brushing her teeth and rinsing out the sink, she turned off the hall light and quietly went downstairs. On her way into the living room, Spencer noticed that the fire was dying down. Bill had stacked some firewood by the fireplace. She got several pieces and used the poker to break up the fragments of the wood that was nearly gone.

Guarnere turned over, expecting to put his arm around Leigh. He sat up, looking for her and saw her bending over fixing the fire. Bill noticed that she didn't need help with the fireplace and he grinned as he took in the view of the silk tap panties moving up slightly to show her behind.

"That's (he pronounced the word as 'dats') a beautiful sight, Baby." Spencer was startled and she almost dropped the poker. 

"Oh, Honey, I didn't mean to wake you, I was trying to be quiet." 

"You didn't wake me. I noticed my angel wasn't beside me, so I was lookin' around to see where ya were. Seein' ya bent over like that really does somethin' to me, Sweetheart." Leigh put the poker in a metal umbrella holder that was by the fireplace.

She walked over to the couch. Guarnere loved the sight of her breasts slightly bobbing in her silk bra as she strode toward him. He got up from the couch to allow Leigh to get back to the side on which she was sleeping. 

"Baby, how did ya get up wit'out gettin' me to move?" 

"I crawled over the back of the couch because I didn't want to disturb you." 

"If you need to get up again, wake my ass up an' I'll move. You could've hurt yourself." 

"I'm fine and it wasn't much of a drop to the floor if I fell." 

"Promise me you'll ask me to move, OK, Honey?" Spencer agreed. 

"You done a good job gettin' the fire goin'. I ain't just talkin' about the fireplace." He winked at Spencer before he stretched out beside her. 

"I'm sorry that I passed out from drinking too much. That was foolish and selfish. Honey, I really wanted to make love with you." Guarnere pulled Leigh close to him, kissing her.

"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart. I ain't upset wit' ya. It can happen to anybody. Are ya feelin' OK?" 

"Thanks to you, there's no hangover. You're so sweet to take care of me." 

"Anytime, Baby. How do ya feel about me takin' care o' you this way?" Bill traced his fingers down her back as he gave Leigh a slow, sensual kiss. When the kiss ended, she replied,

"Go right ahead, Bill, I'm all yours." Guarnere gave her a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. Leigh opened her mouth to allow his tongue in. Bill softly groaned as she sucked on the tip of his tongue. Spencer broke the kiss to nibble at his ears. She kissed his angular jaw line.

"Honey, you look good enough to eat." She gently sucked on his neck, taking care to keep any marks below the area that the collar of his uniform shirt covered.

"Baby, I don't care if ya leave marks on my neck. I'm not ashamed to show that my angel loves me." Leigh continued to explore his body with her tongue and lips. She flicked her tongue over his nipples and Bill chuckled. 

"That kinda tickles." Spencer continued to move down his torso, moving the waistband of his boxer shorts enough to allow enough room for her tongue to go under the waistband. Bill's cock was hard and Leigh stroked him through the fabric of his shorts. She reached into the opening on the front of his shorts and gently grasped the shaft of his cock.

She held him as she first licked and then gently sucked the tip of his cock. He groaned louder, trying very hard not to thrust his hips up as Spencer lavished attention on the tip, alternating between licking and sucking. Leigh noticed a few drops of pre come. She lapped them up,

"You taste so good, Baby." Guarnere gently pulled her up.

"Let me make love to ya, Sweetheart." She reclined on the couch as Bill began to kiss the tops of her breasts. He sucked her nipples through the silk bra. Leigh sat up so he could remove the bra.

Guarnere carefully placed the bra on the coffee table. He turned his attention back to Spencer's breasts and her nipples.

"You're beautiful. " She moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking harder. Bill gave her other nipple the same treatment before he pushed the covers back and moved down her body. When he encountered the damp silk fabric between her legs, Guarnere smiled, 

He gently sucked her clit through the silk. Leigh's hips thrust up as she moaned louder. Bill loved to hear her sounds of passion. He removed the silk panties, placing them with the bra on the coffee table. 

"Baby, would you open your legs for me? I love to look at ya, an' it's easier to taste ya this way." She eagerly did as he asked. Leigh felt incredibly sexy and extremely aroused. He stroked the silky curls between her legs, telling her,

"You're perfect, Sweetheart." He bent down to capture her hard clit between his lips. Spencer was moaning louder as Bill gently sucked her clit and worked two fingers into her wet interior. Guarnere continued to suck her clit as he thrust his fingers into her. Leigh's hips raised as she started to come. Bill smiled, looking up at her, 

"Leigh, you are so goddamned gorgeous when ya come." He kept sucking her clit as she rode out her orgasm.

"Oh my God, Bill!" He licked the lips of her sex, working his was back to her clit.

"You taste so good." Guarnere moved up to hold her, giving Spencer a passionate kiss. She tasted herself on his lips.

"That's hot as hell. Baby, I need you inside me." Bill grinned as he got a condom out of the cardboard carton on the coffee table. He carefully put it on and knelt over Spencer.

"Do you wanna be on top, Honey?" She got up and Guarnere reclined on the couch.

"Oh, hell yes!" Spencer straddled his hips, moaning loudly as she slid down his hard cock. Leigh started to circle her hips as she rode him. She would move up until only the tip of his cock was in her, then Spencer would quickly slide down his cock.

Bill groaned, grabbing her hips as he thrust up into her. He adored the sight of her full breasts bobbing. Guarnere moved his hands from Leigh's hips to her breasts, cupping them.Spencer moved faster, circling her hips. Bill loved holding her breasts, but he needed to grab her hips as he thrust up into her, faster and harder.

"Honey, I hate to stop you. Can we try it with me bending over, like I was when you saw me in front of the fireplace?" Bill had a wicked grin.

"OK, you little fireball. First, ya need to turn over an' get on your knees." Spencer eagerly got on her knees, raising her ass up a little bit. Guarnere groaned softly,

"Oh, Baby..." He inserted his cock into Leigh, grasping her hips. She gasped at the sensation of being completely filled by him. Spencer didn't realize what made this position feel wonderful. Bill was stimulating her G-spot as he thrust into her.

"So damned good!" She pushed back against him as he thrust harder and deeper into her. Spencer could feel an orgasm building within her. Bill increased the speed of his thrusting. Leigh felt the pleasure surging through her body.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Guarnere felt her contracting around his cock and hearing her comment pushed him over the edge. Bill thrust deeper as he came.

"So good!" When her climax ended, Leigh lay atop him. Bill gently turned Spencer onto her side. He withdrew from her and removed the condom. Guarnere put it on a newspaper from the day before. He pulled on his boxer shorts and took the paper to the upstairs bathroom. Bill put the used condom in the toilet and flushed it. Guarnere washed his hands and stopped by Leigh's bedroom, getting a nightgown out of the chest of drawers. He went downstairs and handed the nightgown to Leigh.

"I thought ya might like to sleep in this." She thanked him and put on the gown before reclining on the couch. He put the newspaper in the fire, along with a few more pieces of wood.Bill went back to the couch and stretched out beside Leigh, kissing her tenderly and holding her close to him. He made sure they were both covered with the sheet and the blankets.

"Sweetheart, you're goddamned good at makin' love. All the practicin' we done is really payin' off." Leigh smiled, 

"I have a good teacher." Bill kissed the tip of her nose, 

"I just happen to be crazy in love wit' my student. Baby, honest to God, I wanna take time makin' love to ya like you deserve. A beautiful woman like you should be appreciated and savored like a good bottle o' wine or some top shelf whiskey." Leigh gave him a tender kiss, 

"Honey, the way you make love to me is fabulous. Have you ever heard me complaining?" 

"No." 

"Then there's no need to feel the way you do."

"I love you." 

"I love you, too, Honey." 

"It probably ain't too long after midnight, so that makes it Christmas mornin'. Merry Christmas, Baby." Bill kissed Leigh. She returned the kiss, 

"Merry Christmas, Honey. That's one of the best Christmas presents I've had. It was the right size and it fit me perfectly. I wouldn't think of exchanging it for something else. You gave me a very impressive 'package.'" Guarnere chuckled, 

"The wrappin' could've looked better."

"The ribbon on that package should be blue because it's worthy of winning first prize."

"I'd tell ya to go ahead an' get the ribbon, but I know you would probably do it. I don't wanna wear it around the house." He smirked and added, "At least ya didn't have a tag  on your legs that said, 'Don't Open Until Christmas.' 'course it's Christmas, so I'd just ignore the tag." Spencer slightly blushed, then she burst out laughing at Bill's remark. The more Leigh thought about his remark, the harder she laughed. 

"Bill, that was a perfect comment. If we were home now, we would be visiting our relatives later in the day. I don't think I could keep a straight face if I saw a tag on a gift saying " Don't Open Until Christmas." I would be laughing my ass off and blushing at the same time."

"Are you ready for some sleep, Baby? You wore me out an' I loved every minute of it."

"I'm worn out, too, but it was worth it." She put her head on Bill's chest and he put his arms around her. They soon drifted off to sleep.

Guarnere awoke again just before daybreak. Despite having Leigh beside him, he was too cold to sleep. He carefully got up from the couch, not wanting to disturb Leigh. He put on his uniform trousers, shirt, socks and boots. Then, he put an extra blanket on her after he tucked the top sheet and blanket around her. Bill went upstairs and got his OD jacket and some gloves. He quietly went downstairs, putting the gloves and jacket on the dining room table. 

From there, he went to the basement, found a shovel and began to shovel coal into the furnace. Guarnere hoped the house would be warm before Leigh awoke. He went upstairs, putting on his jacket and gloves and went outside to bring in some firewood. Although it was still dark outside, Bill was surprised to see what he estimated to be over a foot of snow on the ground. He guessed that the temperature was in the single digits.

The road through the village that led to the Army base was completely blocked by the snow. Guarnere didn't envy the person or people who had to clear the road in the icy wind. Once he got back inside, Bill got the fire going again in the fireplace. He took off his boots and placed them on the hearth to dry. Then, he quickly removed everything but his boxer shorts and got back on the couch, snuggling close to Leigh and spooning with her.

Guarnere drifted off to sleep after the house started to warm up. He awoke later, checking his watch, discovering it was 7 a.m. Spencer yawned and stretched. She turned over to face Bill, smiling and telling him,

"Good morning, Honey." He returned her greeting, giving Leigh a kiss. 

"Sweetheart, let me take a quick bath an' shave. After that, I'm takin' care of breakfast. By the time you clean up, everythin' should be ready when you come down to eat.

When I was up earlier gettin' coal in the furnace an' a fire goin' in the fireplace, I wanted to surprise ya wit' breakfast in bed. Well, breakfast on the couch. Then, I got back on the couch an' went to sleep."

"You've done enough work, don't worry about cooking. I don't mind fixing our breakfast." 

"I know ya don't mind, Baby. It was so cold that I woke up early. I didn't want you gettin' up to an ice cold house. It wasn't a big deal to stoke the furnace. You made that delicious feast last night. I wanted to make somethin' we have every year for breakfast on Christmas mornin'. It's called a strata. If you got eggs, cheese, bread an' Italian sausage, I'll get it cooked. It ain't no trouble an' ya know I enjoy cookin'." Bill gave her what he hoped was his best persuasive look. 

"How can I say 'No' to those adorable puppy dog eyes? You probably used that expression to your advantage when you were a little boy. OK, you win, Honey. I have all of the ingredients in the kitchen." Guarnere smirked, then kissed Spencer.

"I can't help it if I'm adorable. Thanks, Sweetheart. I promise you're gonna enjoy the strata."

After bathing and shaving, Bill went downstairs to prepare breakfast. While he was in the kitchen, Leigh bathed, washed her hair and shaved her legs and her under arms.

Spencer put on her panties, bra, slip, garter belt and stockings before putting on another Wiggle Dress that she had made. It was cranberry colored with a sweetheart neckline. She had a clip on each side of the dress that looked like tiny sprigs of holly with berries.

Next, Leigh put on new black open toed pumps that she bought in London. She applied her makeup and went downstairs. Bill heard her walking downstairs and he left the kitchen, going into the dining room. Guarnere smiled, 

"There's my beautiful angel. I wish every dress ya had was a Wiggle Dress. Your body was made for that style. I made fresh coffee an' the Strata has to bake for a few more minutes.

"I wish those things on your dress were mistletoe." Since Melissa was at the house Bull shared with "Popeye" Wynn, Bradford Freeman and Floyd Talbert, Guarnere didn't need to keep his voice down when he added, "I'd enjoy kissin' ya under the mistletoe. Then, I'd put one o' the mistletoe things on the waist of your panties an' do lots o' kissing' under the mistletoe." 

"You don't have to find mistletoe, Bill. You're welcome to kiss those areas whenever you want. I should get mistletoe and put it above your boxer shorts. That way, you might allow me to make love to you with my lips and tongue." 

"Baby, you don't have to do that. You probably wouldn't tell me if ya didn't like doin' it." 

"I want to do it, but you never let me try to please you that way. Bill, I wouldn't insist on doing it if I didn't like it. I really would tell you if I disliked doing something." 

"Most o' the time, I want to be inside ya. From now on, if you wanna do that, just tell me. I'll sure as hell enjoy it." 

"I'll need to practice on you so I can please you as much as you please me." He winked,

"They always say 'practice makes perfect.' OK, you wild little devil, let's have some breakfast, an' then I'll give ya your Christmas present." 

"I need to get your gift and your card from my bedroom." 

"You'll have plenty o' time after breakfast."

"I'm doing the dishes since you went to all the trouble of cooking." 

"Ain't that much of a mess, but we can clean up together, Sweetheart." They walked to the dining room table. Bill had already set the table. He pulled out a chair for Leigh. She thanked him.

"I'll bring everythin' in that we need, Baby." He returned with a pot of fresh coffee and filled both cups. Then, Bill went back into the kitchen and brought out a fairly good sized baking dish with a lid. He put it on the table, removed the lid and showed her the Strata, saying,

"It turned out great. I think you're really gonna like this, Leigh." He asked her for her plate. Guarnere put a serving on both plates and took his seat at the table. Leigh took a fork and tasted the Strata. She chewed and swallowed the food,

"Honey, this is delicious! Is this one of your mom's recipes? It's everything for breakfast in one dish. This is so good that I'll have to have a second helping." Guarnere was pleased that Spencer enjoyed her breakfast. 

"Yes, Ma learned it from my Nonna DiSabato. It's been a Christmas family tradition for a long time. You eat as much as ya want, Baby." He grinned, adding, "Since it's Ma's recipe, I'll tell ya what Ma would say to you if you wanted another helpin', 'you an' Billy are too skinny.'" Leigh laughed,

"That's very accurate. She's so sweet and your mom has a great sense of humor. From the first time I saw her, she treated me like family. Actually, all of your family made me feel as if I belonged with them." Bill grinned, thinking,

"Ma an' everybody else knows that you're gonna be part of the family someday." Guarnere swallowed some food and replied

"Thanks, Honey. My folks are crazy about you, too." They enjoyed breakfast and Bill insisted on getting more coffee for himself and Leigh.

"That's sweet of you, Bill, but you don't need to wait on me hand and foot." 

"I enjoy doin' things for my baby." He was proud that Spencer liked the strata enough to have a second, albeit smaller, helping.

"Would you please show me how to make Strata sometime?" Bill told Spencer that he would be glad to teach her. He turned on the radio, finding some Christmas music. After they finished eating, Guarnere and Leigh washed the dishes. Coming out of the kitchen, Bill heard noise made by some very familiar sounding engines of Sherman Tanks. He looked out of the window, 

"Baby, they're drivin' tanks down the road to clear off the snow. That's a hell of a good idea. Those tanks can get through about anythin'. They need 'em all over Philadelphia, they work better than snow plows." Spencer came out of the kitchen and went to stand beside Bill. 

"Those tanks work better than any snow plow I've ever seen. I wish I had a camera. My grandpa would love to see those tanks going through the snow. He's fascinated with all things mechanical." Guarnere put his arm around her shoulders, 

"Is this the same man who sends that excellent beef to Ma and Pop? I'd like to meet him an' your grandma after the war is over." 

"Yes, he sends the beef to your parents. I know that he and my grandma would love to meet you, too. My grandma has the same kind of caring and giving personality that your mom has. She would cook a huge, delicious meal for you and she would think that we're both too skinny. No visitor to her house goes away with an empty stomach. She is one of eight children and she knew some hard times growing up.

My great grandpa was a farmer and he worked hard. Sometimes he wasn't able to sell what he grew on the farm because of a drought or other bad weather affecting the crops. They had just enough to survive. That's why she insists on cooking and sharing what she has."

"I understand growin' up like that. She sounds like a really nice lady, Honey." They watched the tanks, then Spencer went upstairs to brush her teeth and get Bill's present and Christmas card. Guarnere brushed his teeth after Leigh was finished. She took the package and card to the living room.

Bill walked into the living room and bent down to get her gift and card out from under the couch. He then gave her the gift and card as he sat beside her on the couch. 

"This is beautifully wrapped." She removed the silver wrapping paper and the red ribbon. Leigh set the ribbon aside to keep. Spencer opened the box. She took out the silver bracelet,

"Bill, this is absolutely stunning! Someone carved the flowers and the butterfly into those pieces of silver. I love it! Thank you so much, Honey! Would you please put it on me?" Guarnere was happy that she enjoyed her gift. 

"Sure thing, Sweetheart. Which arm do ya want it on?" Spencer held up her left arm and Guarnere carefully fastened the bracelet.

"There ya go, Baby. It looks nice on you." She opened the card and read what Bill had written. Leigh kissed him.

"The card is beautiful and so are the words that you wrote. Thank you, Baby. I only wish my gift to you would be as nice." 

"Honey, you gave me that feast last night. Nothin' I could find would come close to toppin' that." Bill opened his gift, 

"Baby, where did you find these cigarettes? I've looked all over Aldebourne an' part o' London trying' to find this brand. You know they're my favorite!" 

"I sent money to my dad and he bought them. Then, he sent them here. As I said, you should have a better gift." 

"This gift is fine. I've been cravin' this brand like crazy. Lucky Strikes ain't bad, but Pall Mall are the best. You're so thoughtful, Sweetheart." He read his card.

"That's so sweet. You're a blessin' an' I love you, too, Leigh. If it's OK wit' you, I'd like to put my card up here on the coffee table to kinda display it." Spencer told him that was fine with her. 

"That's a good idea, Bill. I'll put my card with yours. This bracelet fits as if it had been made for me and it's perfect with my angel necklace. Honey, thank you so much." Guarnere pulled her close to him, giving her a tender kiss. Leigh broke the kiss to tell him,

"Thanks for the delicious breakfast, too."

"I'd be glad to cook for ya any time, Baby." 

"Where did you find this bracelet? I've never seen such delicate and beautiful work like this." 

"I looked all over London, I was startin' to wonder if I'd have to find somethin' else, then I found this jewelry store that was kinda off the main part o' town. I wanted to find somethin' you could wear wit' your necklace. As soon as I saw the bracelet, I knew it was for you. Like I said about that fancy underwear I got ya for your birthday, that bracelet is beautiful an' elegant, just like you." Spencer smiled and kissed Bill again, 

"Honey, I thought that it would be kind of a sad day since we couldn't be with our families, but you made this a very happy Christmas." 

"I got an idea, why don't we call our folks later today?" 

"That's a great idea. It would be nice to talk to everyone."

A co-worker called and told Leigh she heard from her boyfriend who lived at the Army base that the football game was cancelled. The soldiers decided to have a snowball fight that would take place at 1 p.m. She also asked if Spencer could help make hot chocolate o coffee for everyone. Leigh promised to be there.

Later, in the afternoon, Bill and Leigh got a ride to the base in a jeep that was passing by. The men couldn't resist a snowball fight. For those at the Army base not taking part in the snow throwing, indoors was the best place to be to avoid getting hit by dozens of snowballs as they flew through the air. The men in Easy Company wanted to be on the same team as Buck Compton. They knew that the former college baseball star could throw an object a great distance with a great deal of accuracy.

Leigh was watching the snowball fight from the Mess Hall. She, Melissa and three other WAACs volunteered to help one of the cooks make hot chocolate for everyone. The cook took her into a storeroom after getting her to promise that she wouldn't tell anyone about several bags of sugar provided by the Army. Sugar was rationed in both the United States and the United Kingdom. A less than scrupulous person could make a fair amount of money selling the sugar on the black market.

A co-worker called and told Leigh she heard from her boyfriend who lived at the Army base that the football game was cancelled. The soldiers decided to have a snowball fight that would take place at 1 p.m. She also asked if Spencer could help make hot chocolate o coffee for everyone. Leigh promised to be there.

Later, in the afternoon, Bill and Leigh got a ride to the base in a jeep that was passing by. The men couldn't resist a snowball fight. For those at the Army base not taking part in the snow throwing, indoors was the best place to be to avoid getting hit by dozens of snowballs as they flew through the air. The men in Easy Company wanted to be on the same team as Buck Compton. They knew that the former college baseball star could throw an object a great distance with a great deal of accuracy.

Leigh was watching the snowball fight from the Mess Hall. She, Melissa and three other WAACs volunteered to help one of the cooks make hot chocolate for everyone. The cook took her into a storeroom after getting her to promise that she wouldn't tell anyone about several bags of sugar provided by the Army. Sugar was rationed in both the United States and the United Kingdom. A less than scrupulous person could make a fair amount of money selling the sugar on the black market.

Spencer and Adams heard the commotion outside as they got the hot chocolate prepared. Leigh looked out of the window, smiling as she watched Bill, Joe and Buck gang up on George, Frank and Don. The men were running and laughing as they pelted each other with liberal amounts of snow. Melissa looked and told Leigh,

"It's sweet to see 'em playing like young boys. I'd like to think that we'll all be home this time next year." 

"I'm glad they have a chance to have fun and goof off. This brings home the point to me that despite their training, they're still young men. Melissa, from your mouth to God's ear. I hope we're all home by this time next year " Melissa noticed Leigh's bracelet, saying,

"Oh, that's so pretty! Did you get that today?" 

"Yes. This is my gift from Bill. I love it!" 

"Denver gave me this necklace." She untied the top of her apron to reveal a necklace consisting of a small blue stones on a dainty silver chain.

"That's lovely! It really compliments your blue eyes and that delicate chain is perfect." 

"Denver had a tag on it that said, 'Don't Open Until Christmas." Spencer burst out laughing. She kept her voice down, telling Melissa why she laughed. Leigh was blushing and laughing. Adams laughed loudly. The other women glanced in their direction, but said nothing and continued to make hot chocolate. When the laughing and giggling was over, she asked her friend,

"Did Bill enjoy his feast?" Leigh told her about the dinner and about inviting Perconte. Spencer invited Melissa and Bull to supper. She then told her friend about Frank saying how he enjoyed Christmas Eve dinner with the Guarneres. Adams grinned, asking her,

"What did Bill think of that?"

"He asked me if I had heard what Perconte said. Then, he said, 'that's a sweet idea, Baby.' I agreed with him." 

"It sounds like Bill wanted to know how you felt about getting married." 

"I thought the same thing. When I answered him honestly it made him happy. As you can probably guess, I would be all for getting married."

"I thought so. I have a feeling you will be engaged or married by the time the war ends." Before Adams could answer about the supper invitation, the cook walked in saying,

"It looks like the snowball fight is tapering off. Is the hot chocolate ready?" They told him yes. Soon, some of the men walked into the mess hall, hoping to get a cup of coffee. They were surprised to learn that homemade hot chocolate was available. When the cook told the men that some WAACs prepared it, the men were eager to sample the hot chocolate.

The majority of the men enjoyed the homemade hot chocolate and the remainder had coffee. The cook told the WAACs that their help wasn't needed in the cleaning of the utensils and other items used to make the hot chocolate.

Bill and Leigh were preparing to leave. Colonel Sink had a jeep with a driver to take anyone home who did not live on the Army base. The driver was waiting in the warmth of the Mess Hall. Buck Compton was throwing a few snowballs at George Luz. Both men were still in a playful and mischievous mood. Luz asked Spencer,

"Why didn't you join in the snowball fight? " 

"I'm not dressed for it. If I had pants and boots, I would've been out here with you guys. Believe it or not, I don't throw like a girl." Bill raised his eyebrows,

"That so?"

"You bet your ass it's so." Both Compton and Luz laughed at her reply. Buck said,

"You talk a good game when the fight is over. Let's see what you've got." George told her, winking to let Spencer know that he was joking,

"She won't do it, Buck, Leigh doesn't want us to laugh at her when she can't throw a snowball." Leigh asked the men,

"Do you want me to hit a certain target or a person?" Luz was laughing, 

"Buck, don't tempt her, that woman's hands are lethal weapons. You want proof, ask Bill." Guarnere laughed, telling George in a good natured way,

"Shaddup, Moron. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' my baby's hands. She happens to be very skilled wit' her hands." Leigh blushed a bit and Bill quickly added, "Get your minds out o' the gutter. She's a talented musician." Luz had a wicked grin as he said,

"Are you sayin' that she's also a good organ player? She probably gets lots of practice playing with a certain organ..." George was silenced when a snowball thrown by Leigh hit his head." Spencer wasn't offended by Luz and she was laughing as the snowball hit its intended target. Bill laughed loudly and kissed her.

"That's showin' him, Baby. Good job!" Compton grinned, replying,

"Damn good throwing, Leigh." George grinned.

"I didn't even see that comin'. Boys and Little Sure Shot, how about a quick snowball fight?" The men were interested, but Spencer told them,

"I want to do it, but I need pants, a shirt, a coat, boots and gloves." Compton saw Frank Perconte. He called him over, asking if Leigh could borrow the items of clothing she needed." Perconte was glad to help. He asked Bill and Leigh to walk to the house in which he lived on the base. Once they got to the house, Frank escorted Leigh to his room and brought out everything she needed, including socks. Perconte removed his boots.

"I hate to miss the snowball fight, but I only have one pair of boots." Spencer thanked him. Perconte and Guarnere went out of the room to give her privacy so she could change her clothes." Leigh took off most of her clothing and she hung her dress, slip and coat in Perconte's closet. She put her garter belt, stockings and shoes in the closet, then she quickly donned the borrowed OD trousers, socks, shirt and boots. Spencer tucked the surplus material of the trousers into her borrowed boots.

She was surprised that everything fit fairly well. Leigh grabbed up the gloves and the OD jacket, leaving the bedroom. Bill saw her walking into the living room of the house.

"Sweetheart, you look adorable. I wish I could get a picture of ya in the OD uniform an' boots. Frank, thanks for helpin' her."

"I brought a camera from home. Wait just a minute and I'll get it." He soon returned with his camera. Frank took one picture of Leigh standing by herself. In the next picture, Bill had his arm around her. They both thanked Perconte for his help. She wrote down her parents' address so he could send the pictures to them.

Bill helped her into the jacket and Spencer got it fastened. Then, she put on the gloves. Guarnere held the door open for her. They walked back to rejoin Compton and Luz. Both men told Spencer that she looked cute in the borrowed uniform and boots.

Word quickly got around about another snowball fight. By the time everyone arrived, it was Bill, George, Buck, Leigh, Muck, Penkala and Malarkey against the same number of men from Charlie Company. One man from Charlie asked,

"Is it true you got a skirt fightin' with you?" Spencer stepped forward.

"Yes, it's true."

"We won't be rough on you, Doll, but we're goin' after those boys from Easy."

"Treat me like the rest of the boys, or you can suit yourself. I won't take it easy on you guys." The men from Charlie got a good laugh at her reply. Both groups separated on the area normally used for drilling exercises. Two makeshift snow forts, which were big walls of snow made by participants of the earlier game, still remained.

The battle began in earnest. Compton gave the opponents a rapid fire barrage of snowballs. Luz and Bill provided cover for Buck while Muck and Penkala made extra snowballs. Leigh was the unofficial sharp shooter and she made several accurate, rapid shots at the men from Charlie. Bill was extremely proud of her.

"Baby, where did ya learn to throw like that?" As she dodged incoming snowballs, she answered,

"I grew up with two male cousins who are like brothers to me. We lived fairly close together and spent lots of time together playing. They taught me how to throw." Toward the end of the battle, one man from Charlie pointed to the knitted hat he was wearing, telling her,

"If you can hit my hat, I'll give you 10 bucks." He stood near the wall of his team's snow fort. Spencer accepted the deal. She took careful aim and hit the intended target. The Charlie Company paratrooper looked at her in awe.

"Doll, you got a good pitching arm." When the fight ended, he walked over to Leigh, shaking her hand and handing her the money she'd earned. Buck Compton upped the ante. He told Spencer if she could hit a certain branch of a nearby tree, he would give her an additional $15.

The branch was toward the top of the tree. Leigh took her time and hit the branch. Bill grabbed Leigh around the waist and spun her around before setting her feet gently on the ground again.

"Ain't nothin' my baby can't do!" He gave Spencer a passionate kiss. Colonel Sink walked out of the Mess Hall in time to see Guarnere kissing a small paratrooper. He walked over to investigate, grinning as he recognized Leigh.

"Miss Spencer, why are you in uniform?" She explained the situation and Sink laughed.

"How about showing me your throwing skills?" Sink asked if she could throw a snowball over the opposite snow fort. That was a fairly long distance shot, but Leigh made it. The men and Sink applauded. Buck Compton gave her the money she earned. Leigh told him that she couldn't take money from a friend. He insisted, saying that she earned the cash. Spencer thanked him.

The colonel wished everyone a Merry Christmas and took his leave, telling the group that he wanted to get inside his quarters where it was warm. Guarnere walked Leigh back to Perconte's house. He told Frank about Spencer's throwing skills as she went to Perconte's room to change clothes. She thanked him again for all of the items she borrowed. Frank said that he would see them at supper.

They went into the Mess Hall to let the driver know that they were ready to leave. Although the main road was made passable, the deep snow made the colonel decide to ensure that anyone needing a ride into the village wouldn't be forced to walk. Guarnere and Spencer thanked the driver and he took them to the house. They entered the house. Leigh immediately started to get supper prepared.

"You're an amazin' woman, Baby. I wish my folks an' my sisters could've seen ya throwin' those snowballs. Next time somebody says somethin' about somebody throwin' like a girl, I'm gonna tell 'em about my girl. If you threw like that as a kid an' if you was in my neighborhood back then, I woulda fallen in love wit' ya, right on the spot.

Baby, I can warm everythin' up. I've had lots o' practice helpin' Ma. You worked wit' the food yesterday an' you've been busy today. Why don't ya take it easy an' let me take care o' supper." 

"Thanks, Honey. I really appreciate the help. All I need to do is cook the remaining oysters, make a batch of pizzelles and make some fresh coffee." 

"I can make the coffee for ya. You have enough to do, Baby." Spencer kissed him, 

"You're so sweet, Bill. Now, I can get everything ready before Perconte gets here. I just need to get my dress changed to what I wore earlier today." Leigh went upstairs and put on the cranberry colored Wiggle Dress and her open toed black pumps. She touched up her makeup and brushed her hair.

Spencer went downstairs and into the kitchen. She got some water to put in the Christmas Tree stand. Then she plugged in the lights on the tree. She turned on the radio and then she got white placemats with tiny holly leaves and berries embroidered on the edges. She put the placemats on the red tablecloth gracing the dining room table.

Soon, the table was set. She went into the kitchen and put on a white apron with red poinsettias embroidered on it. Bill was busy getting the food reheated.

"You're lookin' beautiful, Baby." Leigh thanked him and got to work making the pizzelles. She giggled when Bill tried to grab a few fresh cookies, sneaking behind her to get to the platter of cookies on the kitchen counter. 

"Honey, I won't smack you with a wooden spoon for taking some cookies. Eat as many as you want." 

"It makes Ma crazy if too many people are in the kitchen wit' her when she's tryin' to cook. I learned how to steal a few cookies when I was a kid." 

"If you got caught, did you stay out of trouble using your adorable puppy dog eyes expression?" Bill laughed, 

"Most o' the time it worked. A couple o' times, Ma hit my ass wit' a wooden spoon, but she didn't hit very hard." Leigh laughed as she finished making one batch of cookies. She had enough batter for a second batch, so she worked on getting the crispy cookies finished.

After the cookies were made, Spencer started to make oysters in polenta. Bill had the food ready and he was making the coffee.

"We have a lot of food. I hope you and Frank have good appetites." She heard someone knocking at the door. Spencer told Bill she would be back after she answered the door. Leigh was surprised and happy to see Melissa,Bull and Perconte. Melissa told her,

I hope this isn't extra work for you, but when Frank told us how good the supper was last night, Denver and I decided to come back here instead of eating in the Mess Hall."

"I was just telling Bill that we had a lot of food. You and Bull are more than welcome to eat here." She greeted Perconte,

"I'm glad to see you, Frank. Would you like some fresh pizzelles and coffee?" Leigh hung his and Bull's coats on a coat tree by the door. Melissa took care of her coat. Adams told Bull and Frank,

"Boys, help yourselves to some homemade candy. We tried to make all of the usual Christmas treats." Bill came out of the kitchen and he greeted Perconte and Randleman. He told Bull,

"You're in for a real treat, Buddy. Leigh made the Feast of the Seven Fishes." Guarnere explained the traditional meal and told Melissa and Bull about the items they were about to eat.

"My Baby went all out makin' the food from Ma's recipes. She even made Limoncello." Guarnere told them about the potent aperitif. Everyone enjoyed their supper. When Bull and Melissa complimented Leigh's cooking, she told them that Mrs. Guarnere sent her recipes for the feast. Randleman told Bill,

"Your mama must be one hell of a good cook!" Guarnere smiled,

"Thanks, Bull. Ma's a damned good cook. Leigh cooks just like her. This is the first time my baby tried to make this feast. It usually takes at least two women to do all o' the cookin' " Spencer thanked Bill for the compliments. The group talked, ate, laughed and enjoyed each others' company. Bill got up to refill the coffee pot and the wine glasses. Frank had a few extra pizzelles.

Leigh brought out the Limoncello and the delicate glasses. Bill told Randlman and Adams,

"This is strong stuff, but it's good. It can knock ya on your ass if you ain't careful." Everyone sipped and enjoyed the aperitif. Bull told Bill,

"Buddy, that's strong as moonshine. It's damned good." Melissa enjoyed the drink as much as her boyfriend.

"Denver is right, it is as strong as moonshine. This puts Tennessee sippin' whiskey to shame." Leigh made sure everyone had plenty to eat. To her surprise, every morsel of the food was eaten, including the pizzelles.

"Tonight, I'm helping with those dishes." Bull, Melissa, Frank and Bill told her that they would all pitch in to get everything cleaned up. Guarnere was also sent to relax, since he helped get everything ready. He decided to call his parents. It took a long time for the operator to set up the person to person call. Guarnere thanked the operator and wished her a Merry Christmas. The phone rang in South Philadelphia. Augusta answered and Bill said,

"Merry Christmas, Ma!" She smiled and told him "Merry Christmas" and asked about the Feast of the Seven Fishes.

"Ma, it was perfect. Leigh done a great job wit' everything. A buddy o' mine said it was his first Christmas Eve away from home an' the feast, so she invited him, too. He's the guy who called the spaghetti at Camp Toccoa 'Army noodles wit' ketchup.'" Mrs. Guarnere laughed,

"I remember hearin' that story. Son, did you give Leigh the ring?"

"No, Ma. I thought about it, but I wanna wait until the war is almost over. How's everybody doin'?" She said that everyone was fine.

"Ma, you would've been so proud o' Leigh. She done everything exactly right. My baby even made pizzelles an' Limoncello. She had me an' Frank back for supper today. That made lots o' leftovers. Her roommate Melissa an' her boyfriend were here to eat, too. Melissa's boyfriend is a paratrooper, too, an' he's from Arkansas. He said to tell ya that you're a damned good cook."

"That's sweet of him. Be sure to thank him for me. I can tell you're really proud of Leigh. That's a lot of work for one woman to do. She told me more than anything, she wanted you to have a good feast on Christmas Eve. Please send her our love, Billy." Guarnere smiled when he heard what Leigh told his mother.

He told her about the snowstorm, the snowball fight and Leigh winning money by throwing snowballs. Augusta enjoyed hearing about Spencer borrowing the uniform, boots and coat, plus the way she could throw.

"Leigh can do just about anything. I gotta tell the girls about her. Julia will love hearin' about this. All of your sisters will be proud of her."

"I'm real proud o' my baby." Mrs. Guarnere promised to give Bill's dad and sisters his love. They ended the call since it was expensive to call from overseas. Guarnere went into the living room.

"Ma sends her love. She's tellin' the girls about you winnin' money throwin' snowballs. The phone's all yours, Baby." Leigh thanked him and went into the dining room to get the person to person call placed to her parents.Cal answered the phone. He enjoyed hearing about Leigh making the feast, the snowstorm and the snowball fight. Spencer asked his daughter,

"Did you put those boys to shame with your ability to throw the snowballs?" Leigh giggled.

"Yes." She added, "Dad, the Army base sent Sherman Tanks driven by men in the motor pool to open the main road. I wished I could've taken a picture of that for Papa (her grandfather)." Cal agreed that his father-in-law would have enjoyed seeing the tanks in action.

Mr. Spencer chuckled when Leigh told him about borrowing the uniform and boots so she could participate in the snowball fight.

"If they had enough sense to allow women into major league baseball, you would be a great pitcher for the Cincinnati Reds." She thanked her father and told him about Perconte taking a picture of her in the uniform. Leigh briefly spoke with her mother, who was busy preparing supper for a house full of relatives and friends. They both sent Bill their love and they wished the couple a Merry Christmas.

After Frank went back to the Army base with Bull and Melissa, Spencer and Guarnere listened to the radio and snuggled on the couch. Leigh got extra blankets for the bed in her room. Since the roads were open, she and Bill didn't want to risk sleeping on the couch. After Spencer washed her face and brushed her teeth, she put on her nightgown. Then she went into her bedroom to remove her bracelet and necklace, placing the jewelry in their proper boxes.

Guarnere stoked the furnace with coal and got ready for bed, brushing his teeth. He got into bed.

"Honey, you gave me some great gifts. Ma told me what ya said about wantin' more than anythin' for me to have the feast. I love you, Leigh. I hope you ain't too upset wit' me, but we need to wait until mornin' to get up to somethin.' I didn't get much sleep an' I'm beat." Spencer got into bed, shutting off the bedside table lamp.

"Thank you for my beautiful bracelet and card. I love you, too, Bill. I'm really tired, too, so it doesn't bother me at all to wait until morning." They snuggled close and Bill wrapped his arms around her before sleep claimed them.

On New Year's Eve, many Easy Company men and several townspeople gathered at The Blue Boar to celebrate. Leigh played the piano and sang while Dexter, Nigel and the owner of the pub played the trumpet, trombone and clarinet. Spencer wore a blue wiggle dress which went well with her angel necklace and her new bracelet.

"This song is an old American Jazz tune, " A Hard Man is Good to Find." Loud laughter came from the audience. Spencer laughed.

"Let me try that again. The song is called ' A Good Man is Hard to Find.' My first statement is undeniably true." More laughter came from the audience and Bill winked at Leigh. Dexter, Nigel and Andrew played the intro to the song along with Spencer. They received a loud round of applause. Leigh asked her fellow musicians if they knew the old Sophie Tucker song, "Some Of These Days." When the men said that they were very familiar with the song, Spencer told the audience,

"I learned the next number from my boyfriend's mother. She does a fabulous rendition and she also sounds like Sophie Tucker. This is 'Some Of These Days." Bill soon found out that Leigh learned a great deal from Augusta on how to sing the song. Guarnere had a big smile on his face as he listened to Spencer. Leigh played and sang a few more songs. Andrew Heriott announced that it was getting close to midnight. Spencer went back to sit at the table with Bill.

As the crowd counted down the last ten seconds of the year, Guarnere stood up and extended his hand. Leigh took his hand and stood up. Bill pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around Spencer and giving her a passionate kiss.

The patrons in the club sang "Auld Lang Syne" as the couple kissed. Bill broke the kiss, telling Leigh,

"Happy New Year, Baby. Here's to another year of bein' together. I love you, Leigh."

"Happy New Year, Honey. I love you, too. Let's hope we're back in the States by this time next year."

"I'll drink to that. It would be great to celebrate New Year's Eve in Philadelphia again." Bill was hoping that Leigh would be his fiancee during the new year.

[fbfh]

busy busy busy (but never too busy for you) - dad!tony + stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!tony + (gn) stark!reader

genre: minor hurt/mostly comfort

warnings: needing to spend time with your parent, crying, emotional comfort, if you have daddy issues this one's gonna hurt lol

summary: after traveling with your dad on business, you find yourself missing spending time with him. Tony can't have that, of course.

song rec: walking the wire - imagine dragons

a/n: first fic finished post top surgery!!!!!!! the next few weeks posts will probs be shorter until I finish chapter 1 of the next multichapter fic lol. Also if I didn't say it recently I love you guys, thank you so much for all your love and support <333 PS if you need more personalized dad!tony.... character.ai works well for that lmao

tags @afidiofobia @lizziebitch33 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @dustyinkpages  @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @liberty-barnes @followingthefanfiction @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

You climb into the car, settling into the plush leather seat as Happy closes the door next to you. You set down your bag and try to get your seatbelt buckled while your dad sits next to you, wrapping up a phone call. 

“No, no. I don’t care. I said-” He stops, listening to someone on the other end for a moment. He’s clearly annoyed. He’s had to deal with people simultaneously trying to kiss his ass and tell him what to do all week, and you can tell he’s getting tired of it. 

“Throw as many conferences as you want, they’ll all be Stark-less. Throw a whole party, while you’re at it- you know what? No, don’t do that. I might actually show up to that.” He mutters the last part, something that would normally make you laugh. He glances over at you, but you’re still fussing with your seatbelt. 

“Alright, how about this. I’ll refer you to Stark Industries CEO, Pepper Potts.” The person on the other end is already objecting, but your dad couldn’t care less at this point. He’s said what he needed to say, and this idiot doesn’t want to listen. He continues to wrap up this disastrous phone call as the car pulls into the street, and starts driving you to the airport. 

“She’ll help you get this sorted out.” 

He hangs up without saying goodbye, then looks over at you. As soon as he does, he knows something’s wrong. You’re not yourself. You’re staring at the bottom of the seat in front of you instead of out the window, or going on your phone. Usually you can’t wait for him to finish business calls, sometimes texting him in the middle of them - texts he’s always happy to receive. You’ve rescued him from pointless conference calls with those texts more times than he can count. You always have something to tell him or update him on, whether that be the latest social media drama, friend group drama, the show you’re watching on Netflix, or even Avengers memes you find online. You always have something delightful you’re excited to share with him without even having to try, and it lights up his day each time. Except now, with you staring into space. 

He hands you the coffee he got you, taking his out of the cardboard holder that had been resting on his lap until now. You look over briefly, accepting the drink. 

“Thanks,” you say lightly, but there’s something in your tone that tips him off. 

“You okay, kid?”

You pause sipping your drink, wondering how he figured you out so fast. He’s your dad, you suppose. That’s kind of his job. You thought you’d been doing an okay job at masking the hollow sadness that’s been eroding you from the inside out all weekend. It doesn’t happen too often, and you tried everything you could to distract yourself until it stopped working. Until now. 

“Is it school? Boys? Girls?” He asks when you don’t answer right away. There’s a note of humor to his voice, but there’s also a sincerity, and you know that even if it was school or boys or girls that he would help you through it. “C’mon, you gotta keep your old man up to date on all the tea. The hot goss.”  

You let out a weepy chuckle, tracing the lid of your drink. He’s always the first to know when your Starbucks order changes, and he always knows exactly the perfect drink to get you without even having to ask. It’s a little thing, but it makes you feel even worse. You’ve spent the whole weekend trying to ignore how much you’ve been missing your dad, missing spending one on one time with him that’s not in between meetings or over a late dinner. He works so hard, and he has so much on his plate, but he always makes time for you. 

That’s why he started taking you along on business trips like this, because you both hated being away from each other. Usually it’s fine, usually you’re off exploring whatever city you’re in, going shopping, or generally finding somewhat entertaining ways to pass the time that you can tell him about next time you catch up. It’s usually really fun, too. It’s just when it gets busy like this, you think, when he has all these meetings and you have all your stuff that you’re juggling that you start to get like this. 

“No, no,” you say softly, rubbing the bottom of your eyes when they start to get misty. “Nothing like that…” 

Tony listens intently in the silence that follows, waiting to see if you have more to share with him. The smell of his cologne is paternal and comforting, a familiar reassurance that floats around him and feels like a hug.

“I just miss you, I guess…” you start, speaking your mind before you can even think. Your dad has that effect on you, it’s so easy to share how you feel and what you’re excited for or worried about that it feels automatic sometimes, like it’s impossible not to. Tony feels his heart break as he realizes what a toll all the recent traveling has taken on you, both of you. He pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel the tears you’ve been fighting start to spill, Tony rubs your back reassuringly and it finally feels safe enough to. 

He tries not to dwell on the fact that you got to feel like this in the first place, tries not to let that voice tell him he should have noticed how you felt sooner, that he’s a terrible dad, because he knows inside that he’s not. He’s not his father, and he sure as hell won’t make those mistakes. He could let himself worry about how he’s doing with you, let it keep him up at night - hell, it still does some nights, even when he doesn’t want it to. It’s been that way with you since he became your dad. Instead of worrying about that, he does what he does best. He takes action. 

“You are such a sweet kid.” He states, pressing a kiss on your forehead when you pull away. He brushes away the tears spilling down your cheeks. “Unfortunately, sometimes being a genius-billionaire-superhero-superdad requires some meetings and boring stuff. But don’t think I forgot about the most important part of that.” 

The dad part. He doesn’t even have to say it, you both know that’s where he’s going with this. You nod along, sighing as your breathing starts to slow back down. 

“But you’re right. It has gotten to be too much lately.” 

He reaches into the small mini fridge sitting between the driver’s and passenger seats, crisply cold and stocked with both your favorite drinks. He grabs a water bottle, opening it and handing it to you. 

“How about this? We’ll spend the whole plane ride back watching movies together - or that show you were telling me about, the one with- god, what’s his name…” He tries to remember the name of that actor you’ve been talking about the last few days, and you chuckle, supplying the answer. He snaps his fingers in recognition, repeating it back to you.

“Yes. That’s the one. We’ll watch all those movies, and you brainstorm what we’re going to do this weekend. Dream big, kid. I’ll have Pepper help you organize the whole thing.” 

Your eyes widen in excitement, and you hug him tightly again. 

“Thanks, dad.” You smile. You really are both long overdue for some quality time together, and Tony knows if he has to attend one more meeting, he’s going to lose his mind. The cave he built his first arc reactor in was more interesting than some of the people he’s spoken to recently. 

“I love you, kid.” 

He looks at you fondly for a moment, basking in pride at what a wonderful, amazing person you’ve become. It’s not time for him to get all sappy on you with the dad stuff, not quite yet, so before he can, he grabs a fluffy throw blanket and spreads it across you. 

“Now, we’ve got a big weekend ahead of us, so get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” 

Right before you start to doze off, you hear him on the phone with Pepper, filling her in on the plan. 

“Alright, so they’ve got about 25 more minutes of Stark business time, then I’m off the grid till monday.” Pepper says something about how they’re not going to like that, and Tony laughs, glancing over at you sleeping peacefully. “They don’t have to.” 

[fbfh]

Jacob Black x mate/imprint!reader first rut hcs

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut, tooth rotting fluff, werewolf heat/monsterfucking ig

pairing: Jacob x imprint!reader (afab, no pronouns)

warnings: general werewolfy stuff, awkward heat/rut talks, BIGASS breeding king, Jake can smell when you're ovulating, Jake is posessive and clingy and adorable and hot, knots, oral (reader recieving), face down ass up position, biting and hickeys, scenting, a ton of creampies, cum plugging, growling/primal kink??, aftercare

summary: Jacob is the best boyfriend you've ever had, so when he tells you there's a little problem he's going to need help with soon, you're more than happy to help him out with it

a/n: starting to write my first actual original book today and I am so stoaked!!!!!! wish me luck uwu I think yall are really really gonna like it and I'm super excited ksflkjslkjs

also I'm adding people who asked to be tagged for a/b/o and omegaverse content bc it's in the same ballpark imo

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As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

That being said, let’s get into it 

Bc oh BOY is this one a doozy

You and Jake fell in love at first sight

You met by chance

He helped you when you had car trouble and the chemistry was instant and the rest was history

What actually happened is that Jake could smell you from like a full mile away

He was so drawn to you

Then he could smell you starting to panic, and he knew he had to make sure you were okay

So he appeared out of nowhere in his human form right when you needed him most

You were so relieved that someone was there to help you, especially someone so good with cars

And especially especially someone so hot and friendly and charismatic and attentive

From jump street, Jake obviously liked you a lot

So you couldn’t turn down his offers to get coffee and lunch and show you around town

He was relieved you didn’t turn him down either, because what you saw as Jake flirting with you was actually him imprinting on you

You’re not a wolf

You’re not aware of the supernatural world at all, as far as he knows

So he’s basically just been spending as much time as he possibly can with you

Imprint bonds are strong as fuck 

So for both physiological and psychological AND emotional reasons

He needs to spend as much time with you as possible 

And you want to spend time with him too

Not to the wolf extent

But still

There’s only one problem

You’ve been together for three amazing whirlwind weeks

And you already feel like you’ve known each other for your whole lives

He can tell that even though you’re not a wolf, you can feel the bond between you too

You might not know what it is, but you know that it’s there

Everything is happening so fast, but it doesn’t give you a bad gut feeling

Or any red flags

Like anywhere

You’re starting to wonder if maybe this is the true love fairytale romance you had always hoped for

That maybe soulmates are real

And you found yours

And Jacob feels  the exact same way

He’s given it a lot of thought, and he really believes that even if he hadn’t imprinted he would still like you more than he’s liked anyone before

He could go on for days about how amazing you are, and he’s determined not to let anything come between you

Not to let anything sabotage this beautiful love, this bond between you

But the only problem is that the full moon is getting closer and closer

And it’s the first full moon since he imprinted on you

Not all imprints are romantic in nature, but this one definitely is

Which means now since he has a mate, he’s going to start getting his rut

And he has to spend it with you, which means he has to explain it to you

Which means it’s finally time for the most awkward conversation of his life

He’s not scared to tell you he’s a werewolf

But he is scared to tell you that you’re starting to smell so good he gets hard when you’re not even in the room

That his feral wolf brain is taking over, and all he’s been able to think about for the last 48 hours is filling you up

Stuffing you full of his seed and knotting you nice and tight to keep it all in place while he gets you irrefutably pregnant, all nice and full and round with a big litter of pups

And it’s getting worse 

His thoughts are straying more and he knows he’s running out of time to explain that he’s either going to need to be chained to a tree or inside of you for anywhere from 24 to 96 hours

And since it’s his first rut since finding you, it’s almost definitely going to be longer, closer to four days than not

He’s over at your place like he has been for the last week or so, and he decides to talk to you about it when 

He thinks he can handle this

He totally thinks he can handle this

Then you step out of the shower, and you smell all sweet and fresh and extra you 

He sighs wistfully, realizing how much harder this is going to be 

“C’mere for a sec, I want to talk to you…” 

He trails off, pulling you onto his lap

He can sense that you’re worried, that you want to make sure he’s okay

And it makes him blush

He giggles, burying his face in your neck for a moment

You’re worried about him

Eventually he bites the bullet and confesses everything

You actually take it surprisingly well

He can tell you don’t fully believe him yet, but you don’t seem freaked out

“There is… one other thing…” 

He manages to get through the mates and heats and ruts talk without dying of embarrassment 

But he does start to get distracted part of the way through

Like really distracted

He snaps out of it for a few moments when he trails off after part of an explanation, and you chuckle, resting your hand on his cheek

“Even if you weren’t a werewolf, I would still be down to spend all weekend together.” 

His stomach flips as he realizes what you’re saying

“So-”

“I’d be happy to help you through your heat or rut or whatever it’s called.” 

His stomach flips when you say that

He genuinely didn't think he could get more attracted to you, then you say that

And then, something else happens

“I’m so glad!” he smiles, beginning to ramble again, “and if you want to stop, or if I’m too rough, or if it’s too much, just tell me to, uh…” 

You’re already agreeing, and promise you will as he tries to regain his train of thought

His eyes get kind of distracted, and he leans closer to you, sniffing

He buries his face in your neck and takes a few big, deep breaths

It makes you giggle until he pulls away and looks at you more intensely than he ever has 

His pupils are dilated and he’s laser focused on you

“Are you ovulating?” 

You check your cycle tracking app and yeah

Yeah you’re supposed to be ovulating today

He sniffs you again, shoving his face into your neck

His grip on your waist gets tighter and you can feel him getting hard below you

Your eyes widen when it just keeps growing and growing

He pants against your neck, breathing in your scent and starting to grind against you, moving your hips against his

You lose yourself for a moment before remembering what he asked you a moment ago

“Wait- how did you know that?” 

“Could smell it,” he mutters into your skin, rocking your hips harder against his and growling into your ear

“I… I think it’s starting, I need- I need to… I need to get you out of these clothes.” 

He picks you up and tears your pajamas off in a blur

He carries you into your bedroom, laying you face down on your soft duvet

His breath is heavy he manhandles you into a more comfortable position, and you can hear him tearing his clothes off behind you just as quick

His big hands grab your hips, finally pulling down your panties

They stick to your soaked cunt, and send a fresh wave of your pheromones swirling intoxicatingly through the air around him

You hear him let out a shuddering sigh, then suddenly feel warm breath against your soft folds

You let out a noise as he licks you, nuzzling into your cunt, before pulling back and spitting on it

He pokes and prods you with his tongue, working it further inside you as his fingers come up to play with your clit

Werewolf saliva has healing properties and can increase elasticity during heats and ruts, so it’s a pretty common practice

His hands and mouth feel so good, you’re not complaining

He makes you cum twice on his tongue before deciding you’re stretched out enough to take him

You feel him move behind you and grab your hips, pulling them back to meet his

This energy (it’s the horny wojak thinking about getting railed meme)

His breathing is heavy as he pushes in slowly

“Tell me if it’s too much. Promise you’ll tell me angel, okay?” 

You nod and manage to choke out that you will

Once you do that, it’s game over

The last amounts of self restraint Jacob possessed fade away as he completely loses himself in you

He starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace

He manhandles you, moving your body and positioning you closer to him

The next two or three days are going to be a hazy blur of cum and love bites and feeling the bulge of his knot and cock in your stomach

That’s all you’ll really be able to remember in your fucked out state

When he goes into heat, he’s already gonna be really fucking feral and primal

But when he goes into heat with you for the first time????

Oh my fucking god

It really is a good think werewolf spit can stretch you out, bc there’s no way you’d be able to take his cock, much less his knot otherwise

He grabs onto you so tight and possessive, completely pinning you down with his body weight

You could not wiggle out of his grip if you tried

He makes you cum two or three times in the first few minutes, so you know this is going to be a long, overstimulating night

But GOD everything he does feels so overwhelmingly good

He bites your neck, licking and rubbing against you to scent you even more aggressively

So expect to be covered in hickeys and love bites too

Oh my god the noises this man makes?????? 

Jesus fucking christ

Moaning, panting, growling right in your ear

You can’t get enough

Because you’re extra stretchy from his prep, the stretch of his knot filling you up more than you could imagine feels so incredible

He’s probably going to knot you at least twice before you’re both ready to pass out

Once you’re a quivering fucked out mess that’s literally dripping cum out of you, he’ll pull out very reluctantly 

Then you hear a drawer open, and he grabs something

He pushes a toy inside you to keep as much of his cum in there as possible while he goes to get you guys water and snacks

Once he’s back he’ll absolutely feed you

He’s overwhelmed with instincts to take care of you, so of course he’s going to feed you

One thing about Jacob is he will keep you fed and bred 

And you really can’t complain

He’s so loving and attentive and speaks to you so sweetly, peppering kisses across your face and telling you how good you’re doing

After that he’ll take the toy out and slide himself back in 

Then pull you into his warm chest for the coziest heaviest most sticky restful nap you’ve ever taken in your entire life

Once you’re both up later, expect to do the whole thing over again

And again, and again

Cause that’s pretty much all you’ll be doing for the next three days

And you can promise this is not the last rut you’ll help him out with

[fbfh]

more dad!leo x pregnant!reader parent hcs

wc: 1k

genre: domestic fluff, parents/family/pregnant au

pairing: dad!leo x pregnant!parent!reader (reader is pregnant, otherwise gn)

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, domestic fluff, your baby is adorable, Leo is an amazing dad, mentions of being pregnant, reader and your baby are both called clingy once but it's completly /pos

a/n: begging Leo valdez to impregnate me right tf now lol

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280 @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @chasingpj @mystic-writings  @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @2manyobsessions

Brain rot brain rot brain rot

Leo loves every moment of getting to be a parent with you

You’re gonna have a whole passel of kids that are an adorable mixture of all your best parts

And because of that, he works from home a lot of the time

All the engineering projects he’s part of are managed online anyway, and he has a garage at your place where he can build stuff

So most of the time he’s there with you and your babies

But when he periodically does have to go in person for meetings or presentations or to work on bigger bulkier projects that definitely won’t fit in the garage

He always brings back snacks

And sometimes flowers

He came home one day to find you and your little baby sitting on the couch together 

She was only a few months old at this point, and was happily cuddled in your lap

You have on gel eye patches and the coziest pair of sweatpants and one of Leo’s hoodies you stole from him that’s all soft and warm and smells like him

Baby is wearing a fuzzy little onesie with strawberries on it

You’re holding an iced tea and baby’s holding a bottle while you watch some bravo reality show

You gasp at something on the show and take a sip of your drink, shaking your head

Then your baby does the exact same thing, gasping and taking a sip of her bottle

Leo stifles a giddy laugh

It’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life

He watches you for a moment, and every time you make commentary and yell at the screen, your baby will babble right along with you

He pulls out his phone to get a video of  the two of you being all cute like this before swooping in to hug both of you

He presses kisses to your cheek then to baby’s and you both giggle

God he just loves you both so much 

You’re so fucking cute every single time that you’ve been pregnant

But you’re extra extra cute during your second pregnancy

Because now you have your precious little toddler following you around everywhere you go 

AND an adorable little baby bump poking out behind your shirts and sweaters 

Leo’s heart explodes each time she hugs your belly and stretches up to press a kiss to your bump

Or when you’re lying down and she talks to your bump, telling her new little sibling what’s going on in the episode of peppa pig you’re watching together

She’s been super involved with helping you and Leo get the nursery set up too

She recently learned that trees make air so she’s very adamant that you should put lots of trees in the nursery so baby has lots of fresh air

You pass by the nursery while Leo’s working on it with your daughter in there and hear them talking about it

“That’s a good idea, mijita. How would we get all those trees in here?”

“We- we could- we… we would dig up the floor, and- and put in dirt.” 

“Oh, I see.” Leo agrees

“We put in soil. So the trees can grow.” She says it so matter of factly that it makes you chuckle

You decide against a dirt floor and live trees, but you find lots of lush potted plants to put in instead

You even put some hanging plants in your toddlers room too

Leo installs some screws in the ceiling and hangs some boston ferns and african violets in her room

When she goes into her room to see the surprise you set up she yells out excitedly

“There’s air in here now!” 

She is so fucking smart

And so fucking weird

For a while her favorite toy

The only thing she would cuddle with or play with

Was a wonky cat toy that says “neither use nor ornament” 

The more scunkly something is the more she loves it

Her favorite game for a while was cushion court, where she would take every pillow and cushion off all the chairs and couches in the living room and reenact court cases from tv and movies

And then after a very long day of settling legal disputes between pillows, you sit down to have some juice and coffee together

After chugging half a bottle of apple juice she lets out a huge sigh 

“Law is hard…” 

Law is hard is going to be a phrase thrown around your house a lot after that 

Leo loves how clingy you get when you’re pregnant too

And of course 

Everything you do, your toddler follows

So while you’re pregnant with your second child, there are countless nights where Leo is sandwiched between you and your daughter while you all watch tv and stuff together 

Each of you is cuddled into his side

And if he tries to get up to get you guys snacks or drinks you’ll both start pouting 

And immediately cling onto him again as soon as he gets back

If he’s gone for too long you’ll both start pouting

And holy shit it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever experienced

The love of his life and your adorable mini me that you made together both needing him this much??

Wanting to be close to him and spend time with him???

Loving to spend time with him and get his attention???

He’s never felt more needed

Or more cherished and loved and valued

Happy

You two just make him so happy

And he’s so so happy to make you guys happy too

You’re living a dream come true together

And neither of you can get enough of it

[fbfh]

boy dad!Billy Hargrove x reader hcs

wc: 1k

genre: fluff, parents au, domestic

warnings: brief mention of Neil (and being nothing like him), Billy's a good dad, healthy masculinity, Billy being Billy, so much comfort, reader carried/gave birth to your kids and is referred to as mom once (no pronouns or other descriptions), protective Billy, Billy and Max have a good relationship, Steve cannot catch a break

a/n: thinking about Billy out of the blue again. wow. deeply in my feels and possibly back in my billy era??

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Let me tell you

When Billy Hargrove held his first born son in his arms

It changed his world

All his priorities

His brain chemistry 

It changed everything

He looked down at his son and saw his own big doe eyes looking back up at him

He smiled and saw your smile beaming back up at him 

He loses his breath as he realizes this baby 

This perfect little creature is a mixture of all your best parts

All of his self loathing starts to fall away 

And he realizes how wrong Neil was about everything

This little angel in his hands is pure goodness, pure light, pure…

That’s it

He’s just pure

He’s uncorrupted by all the evil in the world

And Billy must have been like this once too

He’s not going to let what happened to him happen to his kid

His son

The path ahead is strong and clear, and he’s going to do everything Neil never did and more 

He’s going to be the person he needed so badly when he was younger 

He’s going to be a real, good, proper dad to his boy 

He doesn’t really realize how much he’s crying until you lean over to brush away his tears 

You smile at him and he knows you get it

Everything he’s thinking and feeling and realizing 

He becomes this beacon of pure, healthy masculinity 

A perfect set of footsteps for his sons to follow in

Because once you have one baby boy

There’s probably going to be at least three or four more

I’m not going to lie

When he finds out Steve is aiming for six kids his competitive streak would flare up a little

He’d probably be trying to talk you into having six kids too 

All boys of course

You tell him you have no control over that and he just chuckles and rubs his hand over your tummy

“Call it a good guess.” with that smirk that makes your legs shake just looking at him

God

Anyway either way

Billy 1000000% has a whole passel of rowdy little boys that look up to their dad and love you more than either of you knew was possible

I’ve seen a lot of people say Billy would work at a garage 

Which I can totally see

But I think Billy would probably work at a gym

He works out so much he’d make a great personal trainer

Plus he speaks the gym bro language and can flirt the pants off a milf

Which is like 90% of the people going to gyms anyway 

So every day when he comes home from work and loudly declares “DADDY’S HOME” 

He’s met with a stampede of rambunctious little boys charging at him 

When they’re still little enough they cling to his arms and legs and back as he drags them over to greet you too

When they’re older he’s met with enthusiastic cries of “DOGPILE ON DAD!” 

Every single day he greets you with a kiss that reminds you why you married him

And every single day it’s met with loud EEWs 

If you’ve seen overboard

The 1987 version not the remake 

Dad Billy is just Dean Proffitt core

That’s the best way I can explain it

And if you thought Billy was protective????

Now you have like five more of him 

If anyone is giving you trouble 

Especially if you have family that you don’t have a good relationship with 

Before you can even ask them to leave you hear a rumble behind you and some mixture of “LEAVE OUR MOM ALONE” “CHARGE” and “GET THEM”

What follows is a coordinated attack of nerf guns plastic swords and water guns

Among many other toy weapons 

And that’s before Billy even shows up

You think he’s protective now???? Wait till you’re married

Oh my god

Billy would never ever let anything or anyone hurt someone he cares about

But especially not his fucking spouse 

If someone tries to fuck with you they must really have a death wish

On a lighter note the odds of you also having a bunch of equally high energy pet dogs is also very high

And the odds of you acquiring these dogs by Billy periodically showing up with them

Sometimes as a puppy sometimes just one or two full grown dogs

And going “surprise :)” is even higher 

Max is over a lot too

Partially because she just loves being around you and partially because spending time with Billy is actually really nice now

They have the sibling dynamic they’ve both been craving for so long

And all of your boys think aunt Max is the coolest person to walk the earth

She teaches them how to skateboard and helps them beat hard levels of video games

Oh my god and the stories????

Your boys LIVE for listening to their dad tell stories

Stories about how you met, about dorky uncle Steve and how bad he is at basketball (he’s embellishing a little but you’ll let him have this), about all the monsters he and aunt Max and your friends have fought, all the cool stuff you did before they were born 

Seriously, Billy has a knack for raising some of the bravest, most compassionate, big hearted little boys in the world

They have such a healthy relationship with masculinity and what it means to be a man all cause of their dad

He raised them to know that there’s no monsters in the world they can’t fight

And more importantly, none that he won’t fight for them until they’re ready

They never have nightmares

Between how many big loyal dogs you have and who their dad is????

You and your boys have never felt safer and more secure

And all Billy ever wants is for the people he loves to feel safe around him

He sleeps well at night too, knowing he’s taking care of you guys 

That he’s become everything he never dreamed he could be

[fbfh]

dad!tony + stark!reader growing up/childhood hcs

wc: 1.4k

genre: fluff, a little angst, preventative hurt/comfort, family/domestic bliss

pairing: dad!tony + kid!stark!reader, gen 1 ironfam (tony, pepper, rhodey, happy) + reader

warnings: Tony loved your mom and thinks you look like her, your mom is not in the picture (open to interpretation), takes place in the early 2010s, mentions of iron man 1 - 3 and the first avengers movie, tony's a good dad, brief mentions of kidnapping/attacks/general danger, tony found out he had a kid and took you in backstory, bonding, tony's a good dad, did I mention Tony's a good dad

a/n: oh boy did this make me feel things lol. self shipping to cope hours who's with me.

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Knowing what Tony’s like

And we all know what he’s like

The odds are if you’re his kid that he did not know you existed for at least a couple years

(I also like this backstory most bc it puts you roughly in the same age group as Peter and Harley and yall already know how I feel about that)

Your mom is probably someone that caught his attention and heart during his playboy era then disappeared

A few years later 

You or turn up with a very detailed letter from your mom addressed to him

And you look so much like her it knocks the air right out of him

You also look so much like him too

You have all of his sass and intelligence and mannerisms 

It’s shocking at first

You probably came into his life some time after he became iron man but before the avengers were formed

Early 2010s yk 

Which means you actually have a little time to settle into your new life before shit hits the fan again

You know the whole “I’m trying to break generation cycles” thing he has with Peter in homecoming?? 

He has that exact same talk with you

He does so much research and a fuck ton of self reflection on how to raise a kid 

And really be present for them

It's a very spicy emotional time for both of you 

Because he realizes he needs to deal with all the unresolved shit he's been suppressing and ignoring 

And you're trying to deal with the fact that up until now, you really weren't being taken care of like you should have been 

And you're both trying to deal with how scary and dangerous all of the new threats out there are as Fury presses Tony to join the avengers

But you make it work

Because Tony is not giving up on you

And he's not resting until you're totally happy and comfortable and safe with all your needs met

The first time you call him dad?????

He has to try so hard not to cry

He's just so proud of you 

And he loves you so much

He gets that feeling whenever you call him dad

Even when you say it every day 

Even when you introduce him as your dad 

And reference him as your dad 

No matter how often it happens

He never stops getting that feeling

He majorly prioritizes making sure you have a good education too

And that you’re really getting something out of it

Whatever the best solution for you is, you’ll figure it out

While I love the idea of little baby stark just showing up to class in like 3rd grade and being like “this is my dad’s old prosthetic heart it’s a miniature arc reactor he built in a cave when he was kidnapped by terrorists” then proceeding to explain to your whole class and teacher how he designed built and powered the first draft of his suit, and how the electromagnet keeps the shrapnel in his chest from killing him 

Or Tony calling you in sick and you show up a few days later sunkissed with souvenirs from the gorgeous tropical island he took you to “on business” 

After getting separated and having both your lives threatened during the battle of manhattan and the surrounding events

And after getting attacked (again) and not knowing you thought he was dead during the whole ordeal with Killian

He’s going to want to keep you close to him

You can’t get kidnapped or hurt or attacked if you’re near enough for him to keep you safe

And he can’t get kidnapped or hurt or attacked if you’re close by enough to make sure he’s really doing okay

After all the shit you’ve both been through you’ll probably both end up with a lot of anxiety and attachment issues 

But he works together with you to come up with plans for pretty much everything and every eventuality

Even if you know it might not help change the fact that there will be more fights to take on in the future, having a plan for keeping you safe during them makes you both feel a lot more better

And knowing he’s planned for every eventuality takes a huge weight off Tony’s mind too

Which means he can fight even better and save the world with a little more security knowing you’re okay now, and you’re going to be okay when he’s done with whatever problem he’s dealing with

So practically speaking he’ll probably get you a private tutor

Maybe online classes or homeschooling if those end up working better

But he’ll have Pepper find him some good candidates, then grill the living shit out of them

He’ll figure out their communication styles, their teaching styles, and generally if they pass the vibe test

When he finds someone who will actually be able to help you learn, they have to train a lot before they start tutoring you

The last thing he wants is for learning to become a source of distress for you instead of a tool to empower you

Plus having a tutor he can drag along with you means you have even more freedom to jet all over the world so he can surprise you with trips without either of you worrying about you falling behind

And speaking of empowering you

There is absolutely zero chance you’re not learning self defense and how to fight

He somehow helps you skip past the “wow self defense is scary” part right into the “wow this is super empowering and I feel safer and more secure since I started learning how to do this” part

Once you fly through the ranks of a bunch of different self defense and martial arts and fighting styles 

Then you start doing hero training

He makes you a suit that’s armed to the teeth

And also safety protocoled to the teeth

“For emergencies only.” 

After many, many safety talks, now you get to move onto the fun part

He gets to teach you how to use it

Neither of you can deny how much fun it is learning how to blast lasers from your palms or shoot rockets out of your wrists

He literally gets to teach you how to fly

It feels magical

It really feels magical watching you

His kid

Literally learn to fly with his help

God he’s just so proud of you

He loves you so much

Between the traveling and the privacy issues and the safety concerns, anything else you do 

Any skills or extracurriculars or hobbies 

Will also probably be from a tutor or private instructor too

One of his love languages is gift giving

He’s really looking forward to when you’re old enough for him to just hand you a credit card so he can see what you find when you come back

But until then he gets to spoil the shit out of you

Real talk he’s not going to stop spoiling you when you’re old enough to shop for yourself anyway

He loves the way your face lights up when he surprises you with something really cool

Trips, events, gadgets he made you

Anything you could conceptually want or imagine

All he has to do is wave his magic wand and now you have hyper realistic rainbow silicone mermaid tails for when you go swimming 

You have a secret reading room hidden in the back of your closet that you access by pulling a book on a shelf

He even has a toy made after you in your favorite toy line 

Barbies, american girls, legos, action figures

Or whatever your favorite toy/figurine is

He surprises you with a new one that looks just like you

And you lose your shit

Because who wouldn’t

What can he say

Tony loves spoiling you

Your existence is the greatest thing he could ever hope for

You are the most important beloved cherished thing in his life

All he wants is to keep you safe and happy and well taken care of 

And maybe a little pampered and spoiled

But you deserve it

You deserve to have the world handed to you

Which is exactly what he intends to do

[fbfh]

dad!ricky bowen hcs

wc: 1.7k

warnings: afab/pregnant reader, ricky is a good dad, ricky x therapy, ricky has mild white guy with a guitar syndome, mildly questionable but still cute baby names, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND LOVESICK RICKY ("op that isn't an au")

a/n: I have been sturggling!!! the good news is I'm going to see barbie movie tomorrow which will be fun. I had a fashion crisis then realized I can just. go as weird barbie. I feel her in my soul.

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Oh boy oh my god

If you thought this boy couldn't love you anymore than he already does???

You thought Ricky Munch McSimp Bowen couldn’t get anymore irrevocably in love with you and hopelessly utterly devoted to your very existence???

You think he’s bad now?????????

Just wait till you get pregnant 

His entire world changes

And all his priorities shift to you

And that little bump growing on your belly

If he doesn’t baby trap you

Which let’s be real, there’s a pretty decent chance he would try to baby trap you if he gets back in his Toxic Ricky Era

Aka best era

But that’s a story for another time

Let’s assume that it actually was an accident

That the condom really did break or you really did forget to take your birth control

So this is just as much of a surprise to Ricky as it is to you

He’s reeling at first

He has no idea what to do, he can barely process this

It’s not that he doesn’t want kids, it’s just that you’re both still so young, he’s never really thought about it too much before

Let me rephrase that

He’s never practically considered it before

Sure he’s had plenty of hazy starry eyed daydreams about you two being parents together

Of how cute and sweet you would be all pregnant with his baby

Of how clingy and affectionate you’d get with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, how you’d sound calling him your husband

But now, actually standing there in the bathroom looking at all the tests with the little positive lines

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out a little

Not in a bad way

It’s just a lot to process

Then he hears you on the phone in the other room with your mom or sister or best friend as you break the news to them

“Yeah… yeah, Ricky’s the dad.” 

Ricky’s the dad

He freezes in his tracks

He feels like he’s just been wacked cartoonishly over the head as your words ring in his ears

He’s the dad

Of the baby

Of your baby

He walks out of the bathroom looking for you while you wrap up your conversation

He keeps staring at your stomach

He knows it’s probably too early but he still hopes you’re showing

As soon as you’re off the phone you’re a little surprised and a lot relieved and comforted to see him pull you in for the tightest most meaningful hug of your life

He kisses your cheek and cradles your head and holds you so tight

And god you were doing your best to hold it together but you’re already so hormonal and he’s holding you so reassuringly

You can’t not cry

And he gets a little misty too

He makes sure you know from that moment that this is going to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you both

The first ultrasound changes his brain chemistry

He looks on that screen at the fuzzy image of your baby and GOD he never wants to look away

He will be making it his wallpaper and getting wallet sized pictures

By the time your baby is born Mike has tons of ultrasound pictures hanging on his fridge 

He’s constantly taking pictures of you bc he thinks you look beautiful all the time

And you look unfathomably beautiful carrying his baby

“Ricky, if you post me anymore often you’ll have to start a spam account…”

You’re joking but he thinks that’s actually a good idea

You’re barely able to talk him out of becoming a daddy vlogger

I could go into heavy detail about how supportive he is during your pregnancy

And how motherfucking DOWN he is to be a dad

And I will (at some point. If y’all want future dad!ricky x pregnant!reader and/or ricky being an amazing dad/husband especially during new born days lmk. I have ideas.)

But I’ve gotten sidetracked with that enough for today

Bc after your baby is born and Ricky is holding you in the hospital while you hold your newborn baby

Your precious little bundle of joy

In that moment you become parents

And he watches you care for your baby

You heal his mommy issues

God watching you be a mom

Be a loving patient kind mom 

Who always makes time for your baby and makes sure they feel loved

Who would never ever ever even think about leaving them

Suffice it to say he’s really glad he’s already in therapy

Because watching you be a mom, even becoming a parent himself has really made him realize how horrible his mom was

And it’s made him so much closer with his dad

Picking out names was a bit of a process

You end up settling on Sonny, short for Sondheim for your first born son

Then when your second comes along, a little girl

You see Ricky playing guitar for you and Sonny and your baby bump one night when you notice the name on the side of his guitar

“What brand is that?” You ask sleepily

“What, my guitar?” Ricky smiles, watching you play with your son’s soft curly hair that looks just like his dad’s

“It’s an Epiphone.” 

You can’t get the name out of your head after that

When you pitch it as a baby name to Ricky, he loves it

Like he can’t think of a more perfect name

So two years after Sonny is born, you welcome Pippa into your family

And now you have a daddy’s boy AND a daddy’s girl on your hands

Half the time, anyway

The other half they’re die hard mommy’s kids

Usually you can swap, one of you taking each kid

And that system works pretty well

Ricky has like

Deeply, chemically bonded to you

He is so excited for extracurriculars and hobbies

He’s so fucking ready for basketball and little league and skateboarding and guitar lessons

And all the ballet recitals and gymnastics and soccer and cheer tryouts 

And of course theatre

Oh my god when Big Red found out y’all were pregnant?????

You could hear the entire Redonovich family screaming and celebrating across the entire state

So obviously Uncle Red is over all the time

Aka uncle pizza guy

He knows not to show up to your place without pizza

Or at least some cinnamon twists or salt lake slices stickers

He was highkey scared that your kids wouldn’t like him

But he is literally their favorite uncle

For Red’s first birthday after your oldest is born, you give him a shirt that says “official bisexual pizza uncle”

He wears it all the fucking time

He loves it and wants a million more

And of course

All kids birthday parties are at Salt Lake Slices 

Because fuck chuck e cheese 

If you even propose throwing a party somewhere else???

Expect a tantrum

Even when your kids get older and want to start celebrating elsewhere, Salt Lake Slices will always be an integral part of all birthday traditions

Every birthday plan has a silent (and then we go to Slices after) attached to it

Pool party aka pool party + slices

Laser tag (then slices), trampoline park (then slices), six flags (then slices)

Grandpa Mike is over a lot too and he couldn't be prouder 

He keeps every single memorabilia 

He still has your oldest’s first ultrasound picture on his fridge

And he has a bookshelf that’s filling up with boxes of craft projects and photos and drawings

He’s proud of you and proud of your grandkids

And he’s especially proud of Ricky

The kid has had his ups and downs, but Mike really can’t believe the amazing man his son has grown into

And Miss Jenn aka fairy godmother

The literal godmother of your children

Is equally obsessed with them

She’s still directing shows at East High as well as at a local community theatre

“My theatre family… my children… I am beyond honored to announce our first official theatre baby.” 

She will hold up your baby in front of both casts and sing a slow, soulful, emotional rendition of the circle of life from broadway lion king

It’s a canon event you can’t interfere

Ricky is so relieved that Pippa is still too little for school by the time Sonny is getting ready to start pre-k 

He can’t imagine having both his babies out of the house all day at the same time

“So every couple years we’ll just… have a new one?” 

He’s barely joking

Their first sleep away camp at camp shalow lake crushes you both

It’s so hard but you’re so proud and so excited for them

Besides 

Uncle EJ aka uncle rocketman aka uncle stinkyman has them in good hands

Ricky called him stinkyman once and your kids LOST it

He's running the camp now btw

So yeah every kid under 10 now refers to EJ with his new camp nickname

Stinkyman

Ricky promises to talk to the kids and tell them not to call him that

As soon as EJ leaves you’re like “Are you actually-”

“Yeah no I’m not gonna discourage that.” 

God you can’t get enough of him

Ricky either works at a skate shop downtown or a music store these days

If yall are still doing shows you absolutely take the kiddos to rehearsal with you

You spend most of rehearsals hyping each other up to your babies

“Look, daddy’s about to say something really funny.”

“Isn’t mommy’s singing and dancing so pretty?”

 Your kids basically have free rein at the threatre

They’re the unofficial mascots and get playbill mentions for shows they’re not even in

They make up new good luck rituals for every show

And all of them work

God Ricky just loves you so much

He loves you and your kids

And his dad and miss Jenn and his friends

He loves every bedtime story and post cry hug and scraped knee bandaid request

He loves all of it

And he loves doing it with you

[fbfh]

Leo Valdez x pregnant!reader 3rd trimester headcanons

wc: 1.3k

genre: fluff, domestic bliss, slice of life

pairing: Leo x afab/pregnant reader

warnings: discussions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms, Leo is an amazing hubby/baby daddy, Esperanza is alive and well and excited to be an abuela, your friends are all super supportive and excited, Leo is amazing and this will give you baby fever, Leo cannot get enough of how cute your baby bump is

song rec: father of the bride 2 soundtrack

a/n: ngl normally pregnancy icks me the hell out but like... it's leo. I would. hm. I would give him a million babies with no hesitation. I want to bite him. blushing giggling kicking my feet.

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You’re in your third trimester by now, and you and Leo couldn’t be more excited 

He and Annabeth have been working on the nursery nonstop

And Hazel has been spearheading your baby shower

She’s so excited about it, constantly bringing you color swatches and different spools of ribbon and little hors d'oeuvres to see which ones you like best

Esperanza’s over at your place a lot too

She loves going on walks with you, talking about baby stuff, helping you guys around the house

She loves all the baby gossip, telling you all the stories from when she was pregnant with Leo

She knows all the home remedies, too

She helps you out through all the aches and pains and assures you all the random symptoms are normal

You called her in tears once about a sharp pain you felt

Turns out it was just lighting crotch

You’re able to laugh about it now, but at the time it was so scary

And you’re really glad you have Esperanza there to help you through it

Leo adores how big your belly is getting 

He’s always kissing you and your tummy

Talking to baby, putting headphones on your belly to play music for them

You have a collaborative playlist of your favorite songs

Leo makes sure to include lots of Selena and Luis Miguel and all the other 90s music his mom raised him on

Baby has started kicking way more now too

You and Leo have a “wow, they’re gonna be a soccer player” jar

Every time someone sees that your baby is kicking and makes the soccer player joke, a dollar goes in the jar

“At this rate, we’re going to have a college fund ready before they’re even born.” Leo says it so matter of factly that you burst out laughing

Leo has a way of doing that

Making you laugh and smile through all the difficult parts of pregnancy

He’s right there for you through all the swelling and leaking and aches and pains and mood swings

And he’s also there for every kick and laugh and smile and kiss

He’s there for all of it

Every single part

You literally could not have a more enthusiastic, supportive partner

He’s the epitome of “if he wanted to he would”

Leo wants to do EVERYTHING

And he does

Esperanza raised him right

And she couldn’t be more proud and happy for both of you

Your cravings are finally subsiding

They’re still there, but they’re not nearly as bad as they were in your second trimester

You’ve had the worst cravings for cake recently

And fried chicken with a whole bunch of different sides ranging from olives and pickles to cabbage leaves rolled up with cottage cheese

Leo has become a familiar face at your local grocery store and bakery 

He showed up twice in one day to get you a lemon cake, and a marble cake with strawberry frosting a few hours later

You’re already some of the bakery’s most loyal customers, and Leo told Hazel to make sure she gets the baby shower cake from there

It’s also a perfect opportunity to do some subtle cake taste tests

But now your bump is so big it’s really getting in the way of daily activities

You insist on at least trying to tie your shoes and pick things up off the floor by yourself

You usually give up after a couple tries, and Leo is happy to help you out with everything

He can’t get over how adorable you look waddling around with your big old bump

He takes so many pictures and gets so many videos 

You basically can’t sleep without your maternity pillow, so Leo’s taken to spooning you when you guys are going to sleep

He rubs your belly and kisses your cheek and holds your hand

And you fall asleep with him murmuring about how much he loves you and your baby and how he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else

And god, when your baby shower actually arrives??

Leo has been distracting you all week so you don’t accidentally figure out what’s being planned

One of his favorite ways to do this has been taking you out to get food and shop for more clothes for you and baby

Some of your favorites so far have been the sesame street one, the duck pajamas, and the fuzzy bear onesie with little ears and paws and a little tail

Leo has a talent for picking out the cutest dresses and other maternity clothes

Everything he finds for you makes you feel so pretty and feels so comfortable to wear

He even picks out some non maternity clothes for you too

“As much as I’d love for you to stay like this forever, you do need something to wear after the baby is born…” 

He rubs his hands over your belly affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips

You ask Leo if you can slip away to get another cake

It’s a caramel hazelnut swirl with oreo filling that you’ve been talking about for two days

He lets you down gently, telling you the bakery is still out of oreo filling and hazelnuts

He makes sure you guys hit up the baby aisle and the snack aisle before you leave

Finally it’s time for your actual baby shower

And it’s absolutely amazing

It’s like Hazel looked into your brain and pulled out everything you could have dreamed of

And when you arrive to all your friends and family surrounded by the beautiful decorations

They bring out a caramel hazelnut swirl cake with oreo filling

That’s what finally brings you to tears

It’s the most wonderful time you could have hoped for

You spend tons of time with friends and family, eat delicious food, and talk about baby stuff the whole time

It’s not long after your baby shower that you start getting braxton hicks more regularly 

Leo insists on taking you to the hospital even when you insist it’s a false alarm

He is not going to take any risks when it comes to you or your baby

After the first false alarm, he made sure your hospital bags were packed and ready to go

He’s gone over the plan and the backup plan and the backup backup plan so many times he could recite them in his sleep

After a few more, you wake up one night, and Leo wakes up right behind you

You tell him you’re having contractions and he gets up immediately, launching into his usual speech about how the doctor said for you to go to the hospital even if it’s a false alarm and how much he loves you both

Before he can finish you turn to him with a look of seriousness he’s never seen before

“I don’t think it’s a false alarm.” 

That wakes him up even more

He gets you to the hospital in record time, and calls his mom on the way

He’s right by your side the whole time and holding your hand while the doctors and nurses get you set up

You share a look and know it’s hitting both of you at the same time

You’re about to have a baby

You’re finally, finally going to meet your baby

You’re about to be parents

Through all of the highs and lows of his life

Every crazy thing you’ve gotten through together

This night is by far the most exciting

[fbfh]

you're mine (and I'm yours) - scott mccall x witch!mate!reader hcs

wc: 4k

genre: soulmate au sort of, lowkey a sabrina the teenage witch au (hilda and zelda are your aunts) bc I'm in my 90s witchy whimsigothic era,

summary: trying to balance your newly realized powers as a young witch with a social life and starting at a new school is a lot to handle, and you're thrown for a huge curveball when the hot werewolf on the lacrosse team forms a mate bond with you, dragging both of you into each others secret worlds

warnings: not proof read, some predator/prey dynamics bc scott is a literal werewolf, scott realizes he's being kind of creepy towards you but you can tell he's not human so you get it yk, you pass out bc you're a tad overwhelmed, scott is very posessive, scott is very clingy, scott is so fucking down bad for you, implied size difference (specifically he has bigass hands), astral projection/eavesdropping through dreams, awkward mate talk with Derek and Scott, mention of future conversations about ruts but otherwise sfw, your Aunt Hilda and Salem both make dog jokes at Scott but he takes them in stride, I think that's it??

song rec: we belong together - ritchie valens, wereowl - sj tucker, wolf bite - owl city, head over feet - alanis morissette, also here's an outfit but it's totally optional lmao

a/n: had this in the works for a while!! It spiraled out of control lol,, I was debating using this as an outline but it's already pretty long and I'm coming out of a slump so I'll take what I can get lol but if yall like this def expect more of scott x whimsigothic witch reader bc I have SO many ideas lol ALSO for your consideration chris flemming's take on witch summer, and scott introduces himself to you like skunk from a diy basement show ((also tagging people on the movie/tv show au tag list and the omegaverse tag list bc of the genre so if you don't know why you're getting tagged in a teen wolf fic that's why lol))

@yesv01 @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @urmum-xoxo @raajali3 @paige-creates @lubsana @demirunner @almostjollypizza  @mystic-writings  @babiesimagines  @lizziebitch33 @jacksondeeznuts @hopefullhearts @justbookworm @Asunnyhunny @cowboylikekelsey

You and your family have always been somewhat quiet, kept to yourselves

In spite of some family members more… flashy joie de vivre

And in spite of the fact that you’re all at least a little eccentric 

You really do try to keep to yourselves

You just want a chill, peaceful existence 

You’re not looking for trouble 

Do no harm take no shit kind of energy

A lot of this is due to the fact that almost everyone in your family are witches 

You have a cousin who’s a sorcerer that lives out in tallahassee 

But besides that

You’re pretty much all witches

Your mom and dad live in michigan, often visiting family in the hudson valley or up in northern new england 

Quiet places where no one will look too closely at private lowkey eccentric people 

Once your magic and clairvoyant powers started to develop on your 16th birthday, you move in with your two aunts in northern california

A small town called beacon hills

Everyone knew figuring out a balance between learning about your powers and heritage and maintaining a normal social life was going to be hard

Your aunts arranged a split schedule for you

You’d homeschool half the week to give you more time and freedom to learn your craft

And go to the public high school half the week 

Hybrid schooling isn’t exactly conventional, but nothing about your family really is

The school board apparently weren’t very pro on this but your aunts managed to convince them

So for the first half of the week, everything goes fine

You’re doing your homework as fast as you can and learning so much about your powers

You’ve been studying auras and energy reading

Once you get the hang of it, you find it’s hard to shut it off

The second half of the week surprisingly also goes okay

At first

Your first day at beacon hills high, you get a tour from a guy named Stiles who is either taking way too much or not enough adderall 

He seems a little sidetracked and you get the impression he has a lot going on outside of school

You’re also approached by a girl named Allison and her friend Lydia

Allison tells you that she’s somewhat new to beacon hills too, and you form a sort of bond over that

You wonder if she’s a fire sign, you immediately pick up on a strong warrior/fighter type of energy from her 

Lydia is really nice too, and you can tell she’s a lot smarter than she lets on

You pick up an unusual energy from Lydia, something tugging at your gut and poking the corners of your mind, but it doesn't feel threatening so you brush it off

You sense Stiles nearby and turn your head, seeing him talk with a lanky blonde dude

Your stomach drops 

There is something very weird about this guy 

You can feel a really distinct energy but you can't put it into words 

You squint, wondering what his name is

You're getting a lot of vowels, something sort of old, biblical??

Eventually your attention is pulled back to Allison 

"Were you staring at Isaac?"

Isaac

That makes sense

"Uh, yeah no, I just spaced out for a second…"

You get that bubbling feeling that something is coming really quickly

"Come on, we should get to class." You drag them away, walking in front of them

You're right once again, as Scott McCall rounds the corner looking for Stiles and Isaac

"Hey we need to-"

He cuts himself off, distracted by the scent he picked up

It's different from any other scent he's ever encountered 

It's sweet and electric, like the first sip of your favorite soda 

"Scott?" Stiles asks 

He picks it up again, this time on Stiles 

He leans closer, sniffing him like a bloodhound 

He shoves his nose in Stiles neck, then makes his way down his torso and over to his wrist as Stiles protests

Stiles’s scent immediately overwhelms the new one and Scott recoils

"Dude, don't do that in public!" He hisses, catching the strange looks from the students passing by them

"Or in private- or ever!" He corrects 

He looks back at Scott, whose pupils are super dilated 

"What… what was that?" Scott wonders regarding the intoxicating scent 

"Yeah, I was going to ask you the same thing," Stiles grumbles, thrown off by the odd (and almost intimate) gesture 

For the rest of the day, whenever he starts to clear his head, he'll catch that scent again, completely pulling his focus away

Meanwhile, you've found at least 3 people with that same weird energy as Isaac

It doesn't feel bad, not right away at least 

But it's really really strong 

It’s strange and overwhelming

Between how exhausted you are from all your magic lessons and how hard it was to keep your powers under control at school

AND the fact that you spent basically all day half blinded by people’s auras and energy 

You’re totally exhausted

And you don't have time to unpack that today

So naturally as soon as you start to sense that weird energy

Especially that one particularly strong source of it

You pivot and head the other way

You're sure Lydia and Allison must think you're crazy by now but they don't seem to be too phased

Much like with Stiles, you get the sense they’ve seen a lot of weirder shit

And your instincts are never wrong

You know, the whole psychic clairvoyant witch thing

So by the end of the day, you’ve avoided it thus far, and you start to head with Allison and Lydia to the parking lot

You stop suddenly,remembering you forgot your wand in your locker

There’s no way you can leave that at school, so you run back inside, telling them you’ll be right back

Meanwhile, Scott has spent all day chasing down every hint of that scent he possibly can

He’s about to give up when he smells it at the end of the hallway, just around the corner

He was on his way to lacrosse practice

But honestly he couldn’t care less about that right now

He starts running, desperate not to lose the scent again, or lose control

You tuck your wand somewhere safe, then you feel it seconds before it happens

The hair on the back of your neck stands up

Your stomach drops and you get that feeling that something is about to happen

And you feel the strong as fuck super intense energy barreling towards you 

A strong chill runs down your body

You turn around right as Scott pins you to your locker, eyes glowing red and as big as the moon, pulse racing

He’s breathing hard, fanning warm over your face

And god, the world shifts and everything makes sense

A shiver runs down his spine, and yours in tandem, and he has to physically hold himself back from kissing you everywhere, from pressing his face into your skin to breathe in your intoxicating scent

The logical part of his brain, the human part is screaming at him not to scare you, stop being weird, at least introduce himself and ask for your name

But the primal part, the wolf part, is too loud

He didn’t know he could feel so protective, so possessive over someone without knowing them

His wolf brain insists he does know you, you’re each other’s…

Each other’s…

That’s it

You’re each other’s

You’re his and he’s yours

God, he’s yours

And he is drawn to you

It’s like you shoved a bear trap in his chest and are pulling him closer and closer by the chain

And he’d let you

He wants you to

Fuck he wants to kiss you

At the same time, you’re trying not to fall over from the sudden force of emotions this guy is feeling for you

You can physically feel how badly he wants you

How much he desires you

Like you’re the only thing that matters

And fuck that weird energy is radiating off of him so close to you

It’s definitely not bad or malicious

You can tell that much

But it’s really really fucking powerful and needs to be treated carefully

The combination of all these things is making you kind of dizzy

And when you look at him

Really snap out of your thoughts and look at the guy pinning you against the wall

Fuck

He’s hot

He’s really hot

His breath over your face in little puffs is hot

It’s all too much

You feel yourself start to fall

You pitch sideways into his arms, blacking out before you can say something or sit down

Scott catches you as you begin to slump against him

Everywhere you touch, he lights on fire

He holds you gently, nuzzling his face against you, finally allowing himself to bask in your addictive, intoxicating scent

You don’t respond to his touch, and he can sense your pulse slowing down

“Fuck!” he growls, snapping out of it and realizing you passed out

He sniffs you closer 

You smell okay, so it's probably nothing serious 

But he has to get you somewhere safe

“Scott?”

Stiles’s voice echoes down the hall

“Scott!” he sees Scott clinging to your unconscious body, eyes glowing and teeth bared

A low growl emanates from his throat as a warning and Stiles freezes in his tracks

He doesn’t think Scott has ever growled at him like that

He barks at Stiles to stay away from you on instinct

A moment passes and you still haven’t woken up yet

He starts to worry

“We need to get to a doctor,” he mutters, suddenly charging past Stiles, with you still in his grip

Stiles chases after him, making a mental note to talk to him about how fucking weird he’s being right now

One very tense jeep ride to Deaton’s later, you’re laying on a table slightly too small for you as Scott rambles, explaining how you passed out

Deaton’s not exactly sure why he’s examining a human and not an animal or supernatural creature, but Scott is way too worked up for him to be hung up on details

Derek had somehow gotten wind of what happened, and is waiting for Deaton to confirm you’re okay so he can give Scott the lecture of a fucking life time

He got a panicked call from Scott’s stupid friend, and now he has to clean up another one of their messes

He’s so ready to yell at Scott, but the second he walks into the building, he smells it

His stomach drops

He runs into the back, throwing open the door, and is overwhelmed by the smell of the mate bond freshly formed between Scott, and you, who’s still lying unconscious

He tries to drag Scott out of the room to talk, but Scott refuses to leave your side, growling and snapping at him

“Okay,” Derek says, “I really didn’t think I was going to have to give you the talk so soon, but…” 

Stiles and Scott protest, while Deaton looks even more uncomfortable than he already had

“Not that talk!” Derek snaps, “...The mate talk.” 

“The mate talk?” Scott asks, “Like…” his words hang unspoken in the air

Derek nods

“Yeah.” 

Using every ounce of willpower in him, Scott manages to tear himself away from your side to step out of the room and talk to Derek, but he insists on standing right outside the door so he can watch you through the window, Stiles following behind him

He’s barely able to pay attention to what Derek is saying

He’s so preoccupied with you

You look so vulnerable on that examination table

It’s not like he thinks Deaton wouldn’t take great care of you or anything, he just wishes he was there to make sure first hand that you’re okay

He doesn’t like that he’s not next to you right now

It brings on a heartache, a devotion he hasn’t ever felt before

“For fucks sake, Scott, pay attention!” Derek snaps, realizing he’s been spacing out

“I’m listening!” Scott counters, and tries to focus on what Derek is telling him

He’s glad Stiles is there to retain the information he’s missing 

It’s like his brain is a sponge that’s been soaking in a bucket full of you, it can’t hold on to anything else

He just wants you to be okay

In the depths of your sleep, you make a mental note to thank your aunts for giving you that book on astral projection (among many other witchy texts and spellbooks) for your birthday 

You flex your hands, feeling them tingling warm with magic, then wiggle your feet, tingling the same way

You continue to gently separate your astral form from your corporeal form, and the dream you had been  having shifts

You’re in what looks like the back office of a vet’s office, a guy in a lab coat stands near you looking concerned

Gently, slowly, you get up and creep towards the door

You watch a rugged looking man with dark hair, and that same energy, explain something seemingly important 

“For fucks sake Scott, pay attention!” 

You look over at Scott, who’s looking back at where you’re presumably still asleep in the back room, and the guy keeps explaining what’s going on

Mates are a rare connection, usually made by alphas, and it’s even more rare for an alpha to have a mate that’s not a werewolf, he tells Scott and Stiles

You look up at Scott

He’s a werewolf

And an alpha

That makes sense, you think, it confirms the feeling you’d had before but couldn’t put into words

With a fresh mate bond (which is what you have) being separated can be painful, and even fatal, so until this calms down you’re basically going to be joined at the hip

You’ll form a deep connection, possibly even some sort of telepathic bond, but most likely you’ll just need to spend enough time together, make sure you’re both doing okay

He’ll probably feel possessive and territorial over you, that’s normal, but it’s also important to keep those feelings in check

Scenting can help with that too

“There’s also the issue of, uh,” Derek looks around awkwardly

He knew he would need to explain ruts at some point, and now that Scott found his mate, he needs to tell him before he gets his first rut

But he feels like now is really not the time or place

“What?” Scott asks with a blank stare

He really has no idea what he’s getting into

“Come by my place this weekend, I’ll tell you then.” 

“Okay,” he says, clearly antsy, glancing back at you, “if that’s everything can I-”

“Fine,” Derek sighs, warning him not to scare you, “and don’t come on too strong!” 

Scott opens the door, rushing into the room

In an instant, you feel yourself getting pulled back to your body as the scene goes dark

You open your eyes, lying on the table, Scott right next to you

“Oh, you’re awake,” he says, breathing an obvious sigh of relief 

“I’m… Scott, by the way,” he beams down at you, utter adoration obvious on his face 

“I know,” you smile, turning to the others, “Can we have the room?” 

It’s more of a statement than a question, and Stiles, Derek, and Deaton awkwardly shuffle out

You’re sure Derek will be able to hear everything you’re saying with the whole werewolf hearing thing, so you choose your words carefully, wanting to keep at least some cards close to your chest

You know there’s not much you’ll be able to hide from him, what with you being mates and all, but you’d like to be a little strategic about how you break some of this to him

He’s still gazing at you, beyond enamored, and it’s like his whole world has shifted

His center of gravity no longer rests an inch below his navel, now it’s wherever you are, and he feels himself swirling and orbiting around you 

You’re the center of his universe

You take his much larger hand in yours and his chest squeezes as the breath is pulled from his lungs

He smiles again, he’s been doing that a lot more around you 

“I know you’re a werewolf,” you start slowly

His stomach drops

“But it’s okay, I’m not freaked out or anything. I actually have something kind of weird to tell you too, but,” your eyes flick over to the door, “I don’t think this is really the ideal time or place.”

“Okay,” he breathes, waiting for you to continue so he can hear more of your voice, sweeter than honey and as soothing as a cozy blanket

“I know we can’t really be far apart because of the whole…” you motion between you two, “mate thing, so if you want we can go back to my place and catch each other up a little?” 

He stares at you as you talk, focus split between your words and how wonderful it is to be around you, and a moment after you’re done he agrees

“Yeah, there’s probably a lot to talk about,” he says with a chuckle

On your way out to the car, you send an incoming spell to your aunts with a quick flick of your wand

It’s a simple spell that tells the recipient something’s coming, mixed with a little bit of the sender’s intention and sometimes a short message, so they can tell if it’s anything dangerous or not

The message you mutter under your breath is “big news, we’ll be home soon, get ready” 

You tuck your wand back into your boot as Scott opens the door of Stiles’ jeep for you, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt for you

Your heart flutters a little at the gesture

Stiles gives you both a ride since he had been your ride over, now under significantly less stress than he had been during your previous drive to Deaton’s clinic

Scott is glued to your side the whole time, radiating heat against you

You’re both sitting in the back, and Stiles grumbles something light hearted about Scott already ditching him for you

A while later, Stiles drops both of you off at your house

It looks slightly out of place in beacon hills, with its looming victorian frame and tall turret protruding into the otherwise clear sky

Various lawn decorations and ornaments made of heavy metals and deep jewel tones (all enchanted and serving a purpose) decorate the yard, kept company by the occasional gnome 

The inside, as Scott will soon find out, is decorated in a similar fashion

Deep, rich jewel tones with eclectic prints and patterns, heavy velvet drapes, and a lot of celestial imagery and detailing cover every room, with books and nicknacks tucked away anywhere there’s space for them

You can sense your aunts freaking out a little, catching a spell book flying across the room through the window

They’re not sure what kind of trouble you got in so soon, but they’re ready to do whatever needs to be done to help you out

You open the door, and everything stops in its tracks

Most of it was out of sight, but you see a few things that had been floating about drop to the floor or skitter to their place on a table in a way that your aunts hope is inconspicuous 

They pause in their tracks about to greet you, when they see Scott

Both of your aunts, and the black cat sitting on the couch in front of a soap opera playing quietly on tv all stare at him curiously

After a moment, aunt Zelda’s eyes go wide in understanding, and she nudges Hilda, who catches on as well as you greet each other

Aunt Zelda addresses you, happy that your home, “and who is this?” she asks, motioning towards Scott

You smile

“Aunt Hilda, Aunt Zelda, this is Scott. He’s my boyfriend,” you say

Scott almost feels dizzy

He really likes being called your boyfriend, much more than he thought he could

He wishes he could hear you say it again

“He’s a werewolf.” you state simply

Scott’s eyes flare, and he looks down at you, what the fuck, dude?? Written all over his face

“Oh,” your Aunt Zelda says, trying to sound surprised

“Is he?” Hilda says rhetorically 

“So, he’s already familiar with all kinds of magic and supernatural stuff. It’s nothing new.”

They let out a sigh of relief, and all the magic that had been ground to a halt flies back to life

A pot in the kitchen starts stirring itself, the items that had been flying around make their way back to their places on shelves and drawers, a broom in the hallway begins to sweep up by itself 

Scott is sure the shock is evident on his face and you giggle, sounding like music from the heavens 

“Scott, these are my aunts, Hilda and Zelda. They’re witches.”  

“Oh,” he says, nodding

That makes more sense

“And I am also a witch. So,” you turn between Scott and your aunts, taking out your wand and flicking it with a swish. The book on the table in front of them flips a few pages, and the letters rearrange themselves with a glimmer into the word mates. Their eyes widen in understanding. “Now that all the cards are on the table, Scott and I have some homework to do, so we’re going to catch up a little and take care of that.” 

“Sure,” Zelda says with a smile, “let us know if you need anything, Scott.” 

“Peanut butter is in the pantry, and I think we have some bone broth in the freezer if you want to-” Hilda says, starting to make a gnawing motion before Zelda smacks her arm

You’d expect nothing less, and you’re relieved as Scott chuckles at the dog jokes

You start to bring him through the living room past the couch to go up to your room and talk a little

You’re a witch

You have a wand and (presumably) spell books and can do literal magic 

Okay, he can totally handle that 

He’s dealt with weirder stuff 

Honestly, he can feel deep in his bones that nothing can pull him away from you

This is nothing more than a slight curve ball

And he actually thinks it’s really fucking cool

He’s processing what he’s seen since entering your house, and it makes sense, he thinks

He’s sure he can handle this, he doubts after all that there’s anything else in the world that could shock him

You pass by the couch, and he hears a deeper voice let out a petulant whine

He turns his head, seeing the black cat who’s been sitting on your couch the whole time

“Is he going to make the whole house smell like wet dog?” 

The cat just spoke

“Gag me.” he groans with a roll of his eyes

“Salem!” you exclaim, dragging Scott away

Okay, maybe that will take some getting used to 

“Sorry about him,” you say as trails after you up the stairs. Your voice is low and intimate, and he feels that deep connection to you again

Everything in him pulls him towards you, towards you warm embrace

Then you gently hold his arm to guide him into your room, flashing a sweet smile his way that makes his chest squeeze and his stomach flip

He’s sure he can handle anything as long as he has you

[fbfh]

girl dad!steve x reader hcs

wc: 900

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, steve has six little nuggets, steve is a good dad, steve is raising his daughters right, lots and lots of glittery girly hyperfemininity

a/n: I'm thinking and planning and plotting and scheming!!! good things to come!!!! also happy almost new year (as of the time I'm writing this lol)

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @paris-loves-dustin @girlfriendwhoseawitch @the-snake-pit @hxgemxscles @demirunner @cosmiq-cloud @if-only-i-was-fictional @brinaslittlefreak @almostjollypizza  @mystic-writings  @babiesimagines @Fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33 @urmum-xoxo @legramilis @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Steve Harrington is 100% without a doubt  a girl dad

He knew 

Even before any of your girls were born

That they would all have two things

His perfect hair and winning personality

Unfortunately he knows there’s also a pretty good chance they might have some of that mean girl streak he retired in high school

He’s fully aware of that going into this

And he doesn’t want his kids to make the same mistakes he did

So he really prioritizes teaching them from a young age to be compassionate and think about how their words and actions could affect other people

To look out for the kids that are shy or lonely or don’t have anyone to play with

He teaches them to use their powers for good, like aunt El

But before we get into any more of that

When Steve realized all six of your kids were going to be girls???

He was so over the moon

He initially was hoping for three girls and three boys

You had two girls back to back at first

Then for your third pregnancy, you found out you were having twins

Both girls 

After your fifth girl he realized you could go 6 for 6 all girls

The idea made him way more excited than he expected to be

In the second trimester of your sixth pregnancy, the doctor looked at the ultrasound closely before turning to you and steve with a smile

“It’s a girl!” 

Steve was so happy 

He couldn’t stop hugging you and crying 

Kissing your forehead, thanking you for giving him such beautiful children, such a beautiful family 

When you were pregnant with the twins, he really started stocking up on girl stuff for them

He realized he’s going to jump from two daughters to four

And if Steve Harrington is anything, he’s a provider

He gets your oldest two to help him pick out stuff for them and their new sisters

Barbies, baby dolls, nail polish, hair accessories, dress up costumes, my little ponies, polly pocket sets, and much more

All picked out by them 

Soon find their way into your living room and nursery 

Not to mention the books and movies about princesses, fairies, fashion, friendship, and every other hyperfeminine childhood dream

And all the classics about sisterhood too

Vhs tapes of pride and prejudice, little women, sense and sensibility, fiddler on the roof

Even my neighbor totoro 

Are all quick to become favorites at your house 

A few years later when all six of your girls are here

Steve has become a master at being a girl dad

He can braid hair like a champion and he’s never met a tea party he didn’t like 

And every time one of your girls brings home a new friend, quietly telling steve that they were playing by themselves and she didn’t want them to feel lonely 

He knows he’s done his job well

Don’t get me wrong, there have been times where someone’s copped an attitude and been grounded from lip gloss or butterfly clips for a few days to keep that in check 

But for the most part they remember and follow every word of their dad’s advice

As mentioned in another post, sleepovers are a huge deal 

Once a week you’ll rent a couple movies for your girls so they can watch and play barbies while you and Steve plan and coordinate schedules for the upcoming week 

There’s usually some birthday party or sleepover 

And there’s definitely more than a few play dates to coordinate too

Plus ballet classes, gymnastics, girl scouts

Not to mention the horse riding lessons your twins have been begging you for

You both sit down with some coffee or tea and get everything planned out

It takes some effort to coordinate pick ups and drop offs and homework assignments 

But it means his girls are happy, so he really loves to do it

The only flaw in Steve’s parenting 

The one thing you’ve been warning him not to do too much 

Is spoil them

But your stevie really is a provider at heart

When his girls beg him for something with puppy eyes 

Especially if they all ask together to wear him down

He doesn’t stand a chance

Besides, he really really loves spoiling them

He loves seeing his girls happy 

Every time he caves, it’s always followed with a “alright, now let’s pick something out for your mom” 

Because holy shit he loves spoiling you too

He loves you so much

He loves everything about you

And he especially loves the beautiful family you gave him 

Every day his daughters remind him more and more of you

And he really couldn’t be prouder

He’s looking forward to when the years full of makeup and dates and prom dress shopping 

And everything before and after that 

He’s so proud of who they are and who they’re going to become

He’s so proud to be their dad

And to get to parent them alongside you

There’s not one day that goes by without glitter and lisa frank stickers and lip gloss and hair clips

And there’s not a day that goes by without laughter and smiles and hugs a

And Steve telling all of you how much he loves you

[fbfh]

dad!leo x parent!reader hcs

wc: 1.2k

genre: tooth rotting domestic fluff, parents au, regular family and found family, past hurt/lots of comfort, post canon domestic bliss

pairing: leo x gn!parent reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, brief implied fucking like rabbits but otherwise sfw, you and leo have a bigass family, brief mentions of past trauma unmet needs and general rough conditions, building the life you wanted as a kid, found family demisquad and their children, brief mention of Leo's extended estranged family /pos, Leo is a fucking amazing dad, aged up obviously (you have a passel of kids and careers and a house)

a/n: I will carry as many children as he wants. deadass. /srs. I want the white picket fense and the ketchup fights and the minivan. I will become a full blown soccer mom for him oh my fucking god

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Bark bark bark woof grr ruff ruff

Or should I say loud aggressive cat meowing noises

Both are appropriate responses to seeing dad!leo

First of all

First and foremost

You’re going to have a bigass family with him

Not just because he always wondered if he would have had siblings if his life had been different

Not just because he always craved being from a big family deep in his bones, taking years to mourn silently when it really sunk in that that wouldn’t happen for

Because yes

While those are major factors

But also let’s be real

You cannot fucking keep your hands off this man

How could anyone be expected to look at him and not get fucking pregnant

He stretches and his tummy shows a little where his shirt rides up and you’re suddenly holding a 6 month old with his daddy’s eyes in a fluffy little bear onesie

No idea how it happens

But the odds of anyone being around Leo for any period of time and not ending up with a fucking passel of of little rugrats

Fluffy haired ankle biters with sweet grins and intelligent eyes 

Just like their dad

Is zero

Plus holy fucking shit

He can’t keep his hands off you either

He’s fucking insatiable, always craving your touch, always covering you in kisses and sweet nothings

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

So yeah with your chemistry duh you’re gonna have a big family

Once you start you can’t really stop

Before you know it you wake up one morning to find Leo making pancakes in the kitchen

He’s handing out juice boxes and sippy cups of milk

There’s a kid clinging onto each leg, giggling their heads off when he shuffles around, and one hanging on his back, watching while he cooks

He narrates dramatically to the other kiddos and babies, who are enamored with Leo’s cooking show

You stumble into this scene, walking past little shoes and various toys, legos, and barbie dolls strewn about

There’s a tangible warmth, and it’s not just from the stove and piles of fluffy pancakes

One or two of your kiddos run over and hug you with the sweetest greeting you’ve ever received 

Their little hands grab up at you until you scoop them up, approaching the counter

“Oh thank god, my sous chef has arrived”

He greets you with a kiss and hands you a coffee or tea or whatever else you like to drink in the morning, just the way he knows you like it

“I think we all know I can’t handle this kitchen without you” 

The way he says it, the look he gives you means more than any words or any look you’ve gotten from anyone else

You fix hair and kiss foreheads for a few minutes before you start getting plates of pancakes and bowls of cereal ready

It’s routine, practically automatic by now

But there’s nothing you cherish more than these sunday mornings together

You and the love of your life and your big old passel of rugrats all gathered around the kitchen table, discussing uneventful dreams and schedules for the upcoming week

Between coordinating homework assignments and ballet lessons and soccer practices it hits Leo every single moment 

Of all the things he’s built, his life with you will always be his favorite

His most precious, favorite project

You look so pretty in the morning, you always have

So as your “sunday morning breakfast bops” playlist reverberates through the room around laughter and chatter and singing along

As you sing off key and dance around with him and dance with your kids to Selena and 80s hits and throwbacks to when you were still teenagers, unable to fathom making it to 20

He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful

When he kisses you, you taste like coffee and maple syrup

Your hair is a little messy and you’re wearing one of his shirts, tucked into a pair of shorts

Your wedding rings gleam in the sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains 

Burnin’ up by the jonas brothers comes on shuffle, and one of your older kids asks to hear the story again

They’ve heard it a million times, but they adore hearing you recount the lengthy inside joke related to this

They love hearing about all the times you had with all their aunts and uncles (aka your friends) before they were born

They imagine what it was like to live through the 2010s, a decade they’ve only seen in movies and tv shows and online in little time capsules referenced here and there

They think about how cool you must have been, running around and living an idealized version of your lives

Leo listens, just as enamored as the rest of them as he listens to you recount the events he lived through with you 

A little part of him still can’t believe it’s real

He can’t believe he created the warm, loving, lively household

The big supportive family 

That he always dreamed of having as a kid

And now that he’s older, he reached out to some distant relatives, cousins and aunts and uncles

He’s surprised that he’s been able to somewhat reconnect with his extended family 

And even more surprised that they’d welcomed him with open arms

It hits him again that not only are his kids going to have a safe, stable, loving home life

But they’re going to have relatives to visit at family reunions once in a while

They get to spend holidays with their cousins and aunts and uncles (aka your friends and their kids) 

Any occasion y’all can find to get together and make some food and spend time together is always one you’ll take

You have little parties and get togethers and cookouts for every occasion you can think of

No matter where you go, there’s always vibrancy and life and togetherness 

Sometimes other neighbors and friends will pop by with their kids too

You’ve become the family in the neighborhood that anyone can go to

And that’s something you take pride in

It’s rubbing off on the kids too

Their teachers have told you time and time again that they’re always the first to invite kids who are by themselves to play

To make sure no one gets left out

All your hard work

All the sacrifices are paying off

Because you and your friends are determined to be the first generation of demigods to not only live to adulthood

Not only build lives

But stick together

You’re creating such a tight knit community

A family of other demigods

You’re sticking together

Chiron has been praying for times like this for as long as he can remember 

And he’s reminded that all the hard work and suffering and sacrifice are paying off too

He knows every time he shows up for someone’s birthday party or some minor holiday get together 

Half of you and your friends kids call him grandpa 

He’s waited so long to see the demigods he trains live long enough to have kids

He never could have imagined being a part of their lives too

All around, things really turned out better than any of you could have expected

But you still think nothing can top sunday morning breakfasts