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Not A Verstappen: Away We Go {1}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Autumn has been introduced to the world but there’s something more special for a first appearance: Monaco GP Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, fluff WC: 3.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry || One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight || Nine NAV: Away We Go || One || Two

The white noise in the nursery threatened to put you to sleep too but there were still dozens of messages to get through. There had been a constant stream of well wishes to your inbox since the announcement to the world but one had been left on read for three days now and a little rage built each time you reread it.

It didn’t take long for new ‘exclusive’ information to pop up in the gossip pages, along with the photo you had taken and sent to Jos. It wasn’t a surprise at all, but it still hurt to read what he had said. Trusted sources close to Y/N say she is being monitored for Post Natal Depression and Psychosis, as it is no secret she has had trouble with mental health in the past.

“You are lucky, my love,” you whispered to your daughter who slept soundly in your arms. “Your fathers love you so much.”

You carefully stood up from the rocking chair beside her cot but the moment you started to lower her to the mattress she began to stir.

“Already a little arm princess, aren’t you?” you chuckled, settling back into the chair to start rocking again.

You didn’t mind getting these rare moments alone with her, even if you were exhausted from waking up to breastfeed her all through the night. As soon as Charles and Lando finished their Zoom Meetings with their teams they would be stealing her away for their own snuggles. It was safe to say everyone was smitten with her. And that wasn’t an exaggeration. The front door barely closed before another visitor came, and Max had taken up permanent residence on the couch when he wasn’t needed elsewhere.

“Is she sleeping?” P whispered loudly as she stuck her head in the door.

“She is, but you can come in.”

Max trailed in after her having let himself in the apartment with his spare key. Your mother was out grocery shopping again so she could do more baking for the visitors of the day. You had told her she didn’t need to but she was enjoying the company and feeding a small army.

“Have you eaten?” Max asked as he knelt down beside P who gently stroked the blanket Autumn was swaddled in.

“You’re as bad as my mother.”

“I’m just checking. Kel said everyone comes to see the baby but no one asks how the mum is doing. I want to make sure my sister is okay too.”

“Now you’ve done it,” you croaked as you started to cry. “I’m over these damn hormones. I was fine until you arrived.”

Max laughed and rocked side to side. “You’ll get over it. Should we go to the living room or do you like sitting in the dark?”

You accepted his hand and let him pull you to your feet since he had long ago mastered the art of carrying a baby one-handed. “You’re going to have your hands full when Vicki drops.”

“I have two arms. Unless you're planning on having another one right away?”

“Max, I love you, but I will punch you if you ask that again. I am still having to sit on ice pads because no one warned me about the goddamn haemorrhoids-”

“Okay, okay, fuck, stop!” he begged with a disgusted look on his screwed up face.

Satisfied he wouldn’t make the same mistake again, you went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water and a juice box for Penelope.

“So Toto still hasn’t confirmed anyone for Lewis’ seat next year,” you said, passing him one bottle before taking a seat with P.

“You’ve been talking to him?”

“And others,” you admitted. A few more of the Team Principals had sent their congratulations and the ones with empty seats for 2025 expressed an interest, asking what your plans were. “As soon as my six week check up gets signed off Kristian is going to become my worst nightmare again.”

“Do your boyfriends know that’s your plan?”

You shrugged. It had been spoken about before Autumn was born but they all thought having her in your arms would change your mind about returning to racing. None of the other parents on the grid gave up their careers to grow their families, and while there were still empty seats in the teams you were going to shoot your shot until every last one was taken.

“Never let them know your next move,” you joked before sobering up and sighing. “Working mums are normal in every other business. Plus, I’m only talking about sim racing this year and if I can impress someone with the data then we can go from there.”

Max nodded along as his eyes traced over Autumn’s features, finding Charles’ dimples when her lips pursed with a soft whimper in her sleep. Penelope had finished her drink and turned all her attention to your daughter, giggling whenever Autumn sucked on her own lip.

“Can I have a baby sister?” she asked Max with bright, hopeful eyes.

“Maybe one day, P. You would make a great big sister.” She grinned at the compliment and snuggled closer until she was half on Max’s lap and holding Autumn too.

Monaco GP

“Ma fifille, tellement belle,” Charles gushed as Lando stepped out of the nursery with Autumn in his arms. She smelt sweet from the baby oil that hydrated her skin and fresh since Lando had changed her diaper before finding the prettiest dress in her closet for her first paddock entrance.

“I’m surprised he didn’t try to sneak her into McLaren gear,” you commented as you packed the baby bag with extra supplies for the day. Gone were the days of arriving at the paddock with just your phone, now there were a million things to remember since no one wanted to try to return home with the insane traffic that came with the road closures for the Monaco race.

“I hid them all,” Charles confessed with a sly smile before stealing a kiss from Lando’s pouting lips. “If she can’t wear Ferrari then she definitely isn’t wearing McLaren, mon cher.”

“One day when you are at Maranello…” Lando warned with a wink.

“You can finish this squabble later, we have a whole camera crew waiting outside.” The tone wasn’t quite as light as you hoped and it drew the attention of both of them straight to you. The joking smiles fell and Lando lay Autumn in her stroller and clipped in the buckles with a frown. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine.”

“You only gave birth four weeks ago, love, it’s okay if you’re not ready to go to the track yet.”

“We wouldn’t be upset if you watched from here,” Charles added.

“It’s Monaco and I am fine, just a little nervous.” Your blasé shrug didn’t fool either of them.

“Of what?”

Charles took over rocking the stroller back and forth so Lando could pull you into his arms. The warmth and security of his embrace was always enough to spill whatever was on your mind.

“The crowd, the cameras, your fans - take your pick.” You looked down at your clothes. They weren’t the designer dresses the other women would wear to the paddock but the maternity jeans and breastfeeding friendly shirt were tidy enough. You couldn’t help noticing the pouch where your belly sagged like a deflated balloon.

“Hey,” Lando murmured, catching your chin with his finger and guiding your head back up to face him. “Do we need to remind you how beautiful we think you are? I don’t mind being late. Charles?”

“I am more than happy to take a penalty.”

You chuckled at the enthusiasm but shook your head. “I would love nothing more than to drag you both back to the bedroom but save it for the six week sign off, you horny devils.”

“We can still show you how sexy we find you without fucking you,” Lando whispered in your ear and Charles’ eyes darkened at the little catch in your breathing.

“Don’t tempt me, but there’s still the problem of the camera crew outside and you’d be on your own explaining to them why we were late.”

“Mon amour, that is the man who asked Stroll if he could wank after breaking his wrists. Would you really trust him with that task?”

“I mean…I would find it funny. Zak might blow a gasket though,” you admitted with a grin. Feeling a bit more at ease after a laugh, you stepped out of Lando’s arms and took a steadying breath. “I’m going to grab a hoodie and we can go.”

Neither commented as you hid your body in an oversized Quadrant hoodie despite the summer heat but you barely made it halfway down the street before you asked Charles if you could push the stroller. There were too many people and too many screams for autographs that your heart started to beat erratically and your breath burned in your lungs.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked, ignoring the people beyond the security team that surrounded your group.

“Let her push, Charles,” Lando urged as he saw a sight he was familiar with in the mirror. It was rare for him in recent years now that he had you and Charles but he could remember the feeling of being out of control and the panic that came with it.

You grabbed the handlebar of the stroller and held on with a death grip in case someone broke through the security guards and knocked into it. Your knuckles changed colour from how tight you handled it and your legs pumped faster with the urge to get to the track and inside the walls of a team hospitality.

From the corner of your eye a shadow slipped through the bodies and your elbow flew out as your mind went straight to the worst case scenario. Was it an overzealous fan wanting a picture or a fanatic wanting to hurt your family?

“Ow, zusje, what the fuck?” Max asked as he rubbed at his ribs.

“Jesus Christ, Max, what are you doing? Don’t jump out at me like that.”

“She’s a little on edge right now,” Charles said quietly, acutely aware of all the cameras pointed their way.

“I can see that. Is it the crowd? Do you want me to call in reinforcements?”

Charles shook his head and walked quicker to catch back up to you. “We would probably be there by the time anyone came.”

Lactic acid burned your calves and reminded you just how hard you were going to have to work to get back to your pre-baby fitness but it felt good too. It brought you back to yourself in a way you had forgotten since becoming a mother and the endorphins from the exercise began to relax your body and mind.

Your pace began to slow and Lando smiled proudly like you had won a world championship. “Now can I hold your hand, love?”

You shifted your hold to the centre of the handlebar so you could still navigate the stroller and placed your hand in his. “Thank you,” you murmured as he kissed your knuckles.

“I would tell you not to worry but I don’t think it will make a difference,” he replied between waving to his fans.

“Aren’t you worried? There’s so many things that could go wrong.”

Lando stopped and turned with a serious look on his face that was only softened by the untamed curl that fell over his brow. “Of course I’m worried too, babe, this is our family and Autumn is the most precious part of it. But, I have to trust that we have done enough to protect her and you and Charles,” he said with a wave towards the security guards. “Do you remember how nervous you were before your first race? You could barely keep your food down and Pierre thought you were actually going to pass out during the Anthem.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile leaked through. “Don’t remind me.”

“I would have caught you.”

“You were six inches shorter than me.”

Lando stood straighter and looked down at you. “That’s beside the point, I’ve more than made up for it now.”

“Yes, you have,” you said with a wink. “Much more than six inches.”

Charles interrupted the appreciative gaze you dragged over your boyfriend’s body. “Will you two please behave?”

A devilish smirk grew on Lando’s face. “Never, but I will go and sign some autographs before I get in more trouble.”

“Is it me or is he even more cocky?”

“Winning does that to a guy.”

Charles scoffed and curled an arm around your waist. “I will have to remind him what second place feels like, it’s my turn to win Monaco.”

Max laughed, reminding you that he was still there as you approached the paddock gates. “Half the grid thinks the same thing.”

“Well they have a chance with you starting P2,” you teased your brother before grinning at Charles who took pole position. “Take that chequered flag.”

You scanned your ID and the pass for Autumn too as everyone else did and clustered together on the other side again.

“Where are you going to be watching from?” Max asked as you approached his hospitality first.

“Homeboys box, but Toto wants a word so I’ll take bub there first.”

Max looked like he wanted to say something but his name was called out from his team waiting by the dark blue entrance. Instead he stepped forward and kissed your cheek before kissing Autumn’s and tickling her toes. “Tot zeins, mooi meisje.”

“She’s going to speak Dutch before me at this rate,” you complained as he walked away, still not knowing what he said to her.

“Learn quicker then.”

You threw him the middle finger that made him laugh before he disappeared and then it was your turn to say goodbye. Mercedes was the next garage followed by Ferrari then McLaren.

“We will see you before the race,” you promised as you unbuckled Autumn from her stroller and held her to your chest. The garages were tight enough as it was without trying to fit the pram inside too. “Say bye-bye daddy,” you said with a wave of Autumn’s little hand as she woke from her nap. “Love you.”

Charles and Lando both kissed her cheeks and said their goodbye before you received your own chaste kiss on the lips. “Call us if you need anything, I will keep my phone with me,” Charles promised before stepping away.

“Same, and these guys are going with you too,” Lando said with a nod to the security shadowing your sides. Your entourage joined you in Mercedes but thankfully took a wider perimeter since there was a fairly strict policy in who could enter the garages. Toto didn’t seem to mind the additions since you came bearing a pretty great gift.

“You are a beautiful time waster,” he said sweetly as he cradled Autumn to his chest. “I have work to do, little lady, yes, I do, but I’m not ready to hand you over, no, I am not.”

“I get the feeling that Jack will be getting a sibling soon enough,” you said to Lewis who swung back and forth on his chair with his headphones half on his head.

“I don’t think it’s Toto that needs convincing,” he said with a laugh. “It’s not his career that goes on hold, you know that.”

“I never would have said it before, but she’s worth it,” you admitted. “Still not sold on doing it again though, got one more championship to win.”

“I know that feeling,” he said wistfully. “Charles had better bring her to Maranello too.”

“I don’t think much work would get done if she was there,” you pointed out. “And like you said, you have a championship to win.”

Autumn suddenly decided that she was starving and started to cry as she nuzzled into Toto’s shirt and you laughed as you got up to retrieve her. “Sorry, bub, there’s no milk in those titties,” you teased as you picked her up. “Is there somewhere I can feed her?”

Toto looked around and shrugged. “Wherever you’re comfortable. There’s rooms down the hall if you want.”

“I’ve learned it’s not about my own comfort.”

“If anyone’s got a problem they are free to leave,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear and return to their work.

You took your seat again beside Lewis and unzipped the discrete opening on your shirt before unclipping the small window on your bra.

“Come on, man, she’s just trying to feed her baby. Get those cameras out of here,” Lewis said as he blocked the lens and started to herd the Netflix crew back out of the garage.

It had taken a week of trial and error before mastering the art of latching but now you had a routine and Autumn quickly fell back to sleep despite trying to keep her awake. Lando had joked he would sleep better if that was his routine too, at least you thought he was joking.

“Can you hold her please?”

Lewis didn’t need to be asked, he had been patiently waiting his turn since you walked in the garage. He even knew to draw soothing circles and pat her back to bring up her wind. “There’s those famous Uncle skills you bragged about.”

“Told you, I’m just down the road if you guys want a babysitter for date night.”

“I might take you up on that in a few weeks.” You looked over to Toto who was speaking to Bono and jutted your chin his way. “Has he mentioned anything about who’s in line for your seat?”

“Nothing set in stone, just lots of talk - or at least that’s what he told me.”

“Fair enough, you’re the enemy now,” you teased.

“Netflix is going to love this season. Did you see Nando re-signed?”

“Mhmm, I sent him a pot plant and instructions to wipe the floor with Lance. I think he’s taken it on board.” Fernando already had nearly four times as many points in the driver championship so far and you expected that to increase after the race.

“There’s rumours Lance is going to WEC next year, maybe there'll be another seat opening.”

“Fuck that,” you scoffed. “If I get a seat it’s going to be with a team that has some sense of loyalty. I’m sick of being dropped like a hot potato the second anything goes wrong. I’m desperate, but not that desperate.”

Lewis was about to be called for the driver parade and you realised just how quickly time had passed. “I should let you finish your rituals, we still have a few stops to make before the race.”

He handed Autumn back and gave you a hug. “Don’t lose that glow stressing about getting a seat, mama, enjoy your time with this little beauty. Che sarà, sarà.”

“Practising Italian already, huh?” you teased as you buckled Autumn into the stroller where she promptly fell asleep after the movement disturbed her. “I will keep your wise words in mind.”

The paddock was quieter as you made your way down the line of garages. Most guests would already be in the viewing spaces above the pit lane to watch the drivers parade so there weren’t many people for security to part.

“Ma’am,” the head guard called as he stood in front of an imposing suited figure. “He wants a word.”

You nodded your head and he moved to let the man through. “I’m kind of running late, Lawrence.”

“I just want to say congratulations,” your old boss said as he looked into the stroller and removed his sunglasses. “She’s very cute, you must be proud.”

“You could have sent a text message.”

Lawrence sighed at the frosty tone. “In hindsight things may have been handled a little callously but you should understand it was for your own good. This isn’t an office job that can be worked while pregnant, it would have been irresponsible as an employer.”

“I understand that, it was the fact you fired me without even talking to me first - I had to find out through the tabloids - and before that the way you let your son get away with treating his team is actually despicable.”

Lawrence pulled a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned his glasses as he stared off into the distance. “You’re not wrong, but we are working on his attitude and behaviour - discreetly.”

You raised an eyebrow but he wasn’t going to share anything further, instead he took one last look at Autumn and put the aviators back on his nose. Maybe there was some weight behind the rumours.

“Hopefully we’ll see you back on the grid at some point. You were one hell of a racer.”

“Am, Mr Stroll,” you corrected as you turned the brake off the pram. “I am one hell of a racer.”

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harrystylesfan2686 · 5 months

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Pieces Part 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of the break up has different effects on both, Azriel and Reader.

A/N: yall I'm sick🥲 the updates might be late but I'll try to post as much as possible. Hope you like this one!

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It's been one month.

One month of Healing.

When azriel left, I told myself that I will not contact him until I'm ready. Doesn't matter how much I'm missing him or wanting him. I will not talk to him until I know I won't take him back the second I see him again.

I gave myself two days. Two days to sulk all I wanted. I spent the whole time crying and feeling miserable about myself. Before Az left at least, I wasn't by myself. At least I saw him once a day.

Now? Nothing.

I am totally alone. His absence hit me Hard. Everything I saw, almost brought me to my knees.

The kitchen where we would make dinner together, laughing and joking with each other that many times ended with us covered in flour and syrup.

The couch where we would sit cuddling and talking until we fell asleep, always waking up with strained muscles.

His office where he would sit on his chair in front of his desk, writing out reports and whatnot while I sit in his armchair reading my book. Just enjoying each others company and occasionally taking breaks to make out on the very deck, and then some.

After those dreadful days though, I called Feyre and Mor and had a very much needed girls night. We took out a wine bottle and I spilled everything to them. My mind was too drunk to think my feelings about Elain might offend Feyre but she genuinely felt sad for me and embarrassed about her sister. The poor girl even apologised to my about Elain's behavior to which I immediately told her it wasn't her fault.

When I told them how lonely it got being alone in a big house like this, they suggested maybe I should get a job or something to keep my mind distracted and promised that they'll visit me often. So I did juat that.

I found a part time job at a local library. I have to admit, I'm really enjoying it. I'm the second assistant to the sweetest lady, Hilda, who owns the shop. I don't do much, just help her in small things like adjusting books on self or helping in shipping books out or in. Layla, the first assistant, handles most of the work around the shop. My job is basically doing what she asks of me. The salary isn't much but I don't care because it's never been about money.

The first week was very hard. Everyday after I came home, the silence felt like a slap on the face, reminding me of everything I lost.

But, slowly, I became comfortable with it. Now it's doesn't hurt me as it did before.

There were many times when I think of Azriel, tears filled my eyes, but I never let them free. I sucked them in and did anything else that didn't made me cry, like taking baths, baking my favorite chocolate brownies, reading in front of the fire place while drinking hot coco or calling my friends to take me shopping.

And as time went. I started to heal. I started to feel good, happier with myself. And without even realizing it, I started to love myself.

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Azriel

It's been one month.

One month of regretting everything I did to my mate.

I've spent my whole month sulking in this room, crying and regretting everytime I chose Elain over my wife. I haven't slept at all since I came here, just enough to keep me functioning. My appetite is gone. I don't eat unless Rhys come and force feeds me like I'm some baby.

I told Rhysand and Cassian everything the first morning i stayed here. Which earned me a flick to head by Cassian and a very disappointed look from Rhys. Even though they didn't give me any scolding(which I very much deserved), the flick and expression said enough.

Rhys has refrained me of any work, handling it himself or having someone else do it. While I have been sitting around here and hating myself. It seems like even my mind has declared itself an enemy, showing me memories of everytime I dismissed Y/N and hurt her in any way at most random times, cutting a deeper cut in my heart everytime.

"Hey Az, I was thinking if we could go out for dinner tonight? There is this new amazing restaurant I saw while walking near Sidra. I really want to try it." She told me as I put on my coat, ready to go.

"I can't, I have a mission for today. Rhys told me it's important so I can't skip. We'll go some other time. Okay?"

"Ok."

I could hear the excitement in her voice when she asked me and the hurt when I rejected her and promised to go another time. The time never came. She never asked again. And I never noticed.

"Az, are you awake?" She whispers in the dead of night. Both of us sleeping on the bed. My back to her, hoping to fall asleep quickly because I have early training tomorrow.

Cassian is spending time with Nesta more, so Rhys has told me to go to an illyrian camp to check how things are going. I have to wake and go there early to catch them off guard to see what's truly going on.

I can't do that if Y/N doesn't let me sleep.

I didn't answer her that night, hoping if i dont respond, she'll think im asleep and doesnt call me again. She really didnt call me again. I prioritized my sleep over her. Her voice sounded so small. She needed me. And I didn't care.

"So, I saw a really cute baby in garden today and..." I drone out her babbling and try to quickly I can get out of here, I promised Elain to help in her garden today. She'll be disappointed if I show up late.

"Az? You're listening to me right?" She suddenly questions, I clear my throat and answer a small, of course, she nods and takes a deep breath, not saying anything anymore. I sign in relief of the silence.

I put my head in my hands and tug hard on my hair, wanting to feel hurt, hurt the kind that she clearly felt and I didn't care.

I hate myself more and more as memories flash through my mind. I can't even cry at this point. I wished she'd hit me when we fought. Slaped and paunched some sense into me. I don't blame her at all for not talking to me. Gods, I wouldn't even blame her if she left me. I deserve it.

How do I fix this?

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roseofdarknessblog · 6 months

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Family gathering (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 140

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: You and Levi finally introduce your baby to the rest of the family.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Family gathering

Being back in the tea shop after giving birth felt even better than you expected. Even if you only came to visit Levi for short periods of time. But it was enough time to make sure that he really had everything under control even without your help. At least for a couple more weeks.

Being new parents wasn't easy, not even the slightest, but you were adjusting. Learning every single day, that having a tiny little human living under your roof was about changing or adjusting one too many things.

Despite that, Levi and you couldn't be happier. In your newborn daughter, you saw the reason why you fought so hard all those years. She truly was a beautiful representation of the future you wanted humanity to have.

„I think they know something is up,“ Falco said, when he walked into the kitchen, that was at the back of the tea shop. Here, you used to bake many of your sweet and savory goods, which were then sold alongside the best tea in the whole town.

„Yeah, probably. But that's fine, something really is up,“ you said, smiling at the boy.

Until now, only he, Gabi, Onyankopon, and Yelena knew about the little Ackerman baby you and Levi welcomed into this world seven weeks ago. Nobody else from your friends knew you gave birth, or even that you were pregnant in the first place. You and Levi decided, that it would be better not to tell anyone and let things unfold on their own.

However, now it was finally time to introduce your precious little miracle to the rest of your family. To all your beloved friends, who fought alongside you these past few years. To the people, who helped you create a safe world to bring your daughter into.

„Is everybody here already?“

Falco nodded, gently taking your daughter's hand. She loved him so much and lately always smiled when they were together. „Yeah, they're talking, having tea and sweets but you can definitely tell they suspect something. Mainly because you're not there.“

„I think we should go see them, right?“ you asked your daughter in a sweet voice, stroking her chubby little cheeks. In some way, they very much reminded you of Levi's. Just like her silky black hair, her blue-grey eyes, or her cute little nose. She was the sweetest little copy of your husband in the cutest ways possible. „You're gonna love them, darling. And they're gonna love you.“

When the little girl looked at Falco and smiled, both of you smiled right back at her with so much love. The boy truly loved her as if she was his little sister.

„Hey, Y/N! Come and join us finally!“ Jean screamed for you from the tea shop, making you chuckle and kiss the top of your daughter's head, who tried grabbing the collar of your shirt.

„I'm coming, settle down. All of you!“ you called back, taking one last deep breath. Falco walked back to the shop before you, giving you one more moment alone.

The moment felt almost surreal. Holding your baby and getting ready to introduce her to so many important people. Not even that long ago, you would never even dream about doing something so magical.

„Now, I have a very special surprise for all of you. Can you close your eyes?“ you asked them before opening the door.

When you walked into the main part of the shop, everyone was there – Armin, Connie, Jean and Mikasa. Even Reiner, Annie, and Pieck came, along with Gabi, Yelena, and Onyankopon who didn't even need to close their eyes. Together with Falco and your husband, who was smiling at you ever so slightly.

„What do you think? What is this big surprise?“ you asked them excitedly. But before anybody said a word, your daughter let out a loud cry to get everyone's attention, before she smiled up at you. Almost as if she knew what was happening. „Okay, I guess it's not a surprise anymore. Open your eyes,“ you said, smiling happily at them.

The awe on everyone's face was so worth keeping this whole thing private until now. Connie and Armin looked at you as if they'd never seen a baby in their life before. But that was probably because of their last visit when you were five months along and still barely showing. Under the right pieces of clothing, they had zero chance of noticing anything. And now, half a year later, you were standing in front of them with a baby in your arms.

„So... we called you all here today, because we wanted you to meet someone very special,“ you said, looking over at Levi. With a slightly pained expression, he stood up from his wheelchair and walked a few steps to stand next to you. „She'll be two months old in a couple of days. I hope you can forgive us that we kept such a big thing a secret until now. It was...“

„We wanted to make sure everything will turn out okay,“ Levi said when you couldn't find the right words. „And then we wanted to soak up every little moment with her. Just the three of us,“ he added, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. It was a gesture full of love and also a way to help him stand more securely because of his leg.

It almost seemed that everybody was too shocked to speak. The first one to stand up and come up to you was Jean. He smiled, looking at both you and Levi. Then his soft light-brown eyes wandered to your baby, looking her over very carefully. He offered her one of his fingers, which the little girl took with such excitement, seeming happy that she was seeing a new face.

„She's beautiful, Captain, Y/N,“ he said proudly and with a happy smile.

„Oi, where did you get that baby, Y/N? When me and Armin were here a few months back, you surely weren't pregnant,“ Connie shouted, hurrying to you as well.

„I can assure you, that I was pregnant at the time. Five months pregnant, to be more specific. I just hid it too well,“ you chuckled, stroking your baby's hair. Her eyes were wide open with curiosity while her tiny hands were playing with Jean's fingers.

„Was she, Captain?“ Connie asked Levi, not wanting to believe you.

„Where do you think we got a baby that looks like me if she didn't give birth to it?“ Levi questioned him, his brows furrowed. He may looked annoyed with all the commotion, but by the tone of his voice, it was obvious, that he was enjoying having them all here.

„She really does look like you, Captain,“ Armin said, coming to stand between Jean and Connie.

Behind him, Mikasa followed a little shily. You gave her a warm smile and motioned to her, to come even closer. „Would you like to hold her? You're blood-related, after all,“ you said to her, looking over at Levi, who nodded at your words.

She seemed a little hesitant but eventually nodded in agreement. After showing her, how to safely hold the baby, she took her from you and carefully cradled your daughter against her chest. The little girl looked confused when she first looked up at Mikasa, but after she grabbed a strand of her hair everything was okay.

„She's adorable, congratulations to you both,“ Mikasa said, smiling at both you and Levi warmly. You've barely seen her since the Rumbling, because she went back to Paradis, so her presence right now was even more precious. „What's her name?“

You knew this question would come. And you were preparing yourself to answer it without too much emotion. But suddenly... when they were all here, standing around you and waiting for your answer... it felt almost impossible to explain the meaning of your daughter's name without making everybody way too emotional.

She got her name after a person, who was very dear to you and Levi. And to all of the 104th as well. It was a person, who was supposed to be here today with all of you as well. And also the person, thanks to who you got one more chance to fight the Rumbling and win.

„We named her after Hange,“ Levi said in a calm voice, seeing you struggling a little. „Zoe. Zoe Ackerman.“

„The meaning of her name is... life,“ you added in a quiet voice, reaching out your hand and stroking your baby's back. „I guess it's more than fitting, don't you think?“ Feeling your eyes welling up with tears, you looked at your friends. A wild range of emotions was seen on their faces – sadness, surprise, and also happiness.

Armin was the first one to speak up, leaning closer to Mikasa and taking the baby's hand, shaking it very gently. Such a sweet gesture made all of you chuckle. „It's more than fitting,“ he smiled at her warmly. „Nice to meet you, Zoe. I'm sure we'll be very good friends once you grow up a little.“

The sweet tone in which Armin talked to your baby melted your heart completely. Feeling unimaginable happiness, you looked over at Levi and kissed his cheek. The way he was watching the scene right in front of you, was more than beautiful. His expression was relaxed, almost completely pain-free. The look in his eyes was soft and loving towards all the people standing around you and introducing themselves to your baby in the funniest, yet most adorable way possible. She was all smiles, while she was looking around and taking in all the new people.

So despite looking so much like Levi, she surely didn't get her personality from him.

Connie was the one, who made her the most excited. Mainly, when he held her in a way that she was able to pull Jean's hair. But he truly couldn't be angry with her for even a second.

„Hey, you three. Come on, don't be shy,“ you said to Reiner, Annie, and Pieck who were still standing a little to the side, only watching the others happily fuss around your baby, who was making a lot of loud excited noises.

Once they were your enemies, they wanted you dead. Now they were here amongst your closest friends and family. In a way, you forgave them for almost everything. After having a couple of difficult talks, mainly with Reiner, you gained a new perspective of them all. And through that, things between you and them started changing. Gabi and Falco also helped a bunch, too.

„It's okay, we wanted you here and we're happy that you came,“ you said to them, stroking Reiner's arm and smiling at the girls.

„In a twisted kind of way, but we're all here thanks to you, too,“ Levi said to them, his grip around your waist tightening. His knee was starting to trouble him after standing by your side for a few minutes.

So after you made sure, that your baby was truly in good hands, you helped Levi walk outside the tea shop and sit down on a bench right next to the door. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth when he finally sat down and took the weight off his left leg.

„Good? Are you okay?“ you asked a bit worriedly, sitting down next to him. While your left hand started rubbing his back comfortingly, you leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

„Yeah, sure,“ he mumbled, taking a couple of deep breaths to ease the pain.

„It went well, didn't it? They were all so surprised and happy,“ you chuckled, resting your head against his. The voices and laughter from inside were heard pretty clearly, so you didn't have to worry. „And right now, they have probably a couple of minutes before she starts crying. Either because she'll be hungry or because she won't be able to find us.“

Levi smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist again, to keep you close. Despite the pain, he still seemed relaxed and content with the way today turned out. Everybody's reaction made it certain, that you and Levi did the best thing when you kept your pregnancy private.

„It's all so bittersweet. Having so many of them here and still missing a bunch of people,“ Levi said, his fingers gently stroking your side.

„They are here with us. In a different kind of way, but still.“

You could see all of your fallen friends and comrades in your baby's eyes and in her every smile. All the things they did and for what they sacrificed their lives, made it possible for little Zoe to be born. You and Levi were grateful to them every single day. For their bravery, resilience, and determination to make the world a better place.

Hange, Erwin, Sasha, Miche, Nanaba, Nifa, Furlan, Isabel, Moblit, Petra, Eld, Oluo, Gunther... Eren...

All of them and many, many more gave their lives a long time ago, so you and your friends could have this life. In one way or another. Looking back, there probably wasn't a way to save them. To spare them from death. All you could do was continue living your best life and honor them by being happy.

„Who would have thought, really? That we would make it here all the way from the Underground,“ you sighed, running your fingers through Levi's hair lovingly.

„We made it far, that's true. And...“ he shrugged, smirking at his own words, „I'm kind of excited to see what's next, now that we have our little girl. She's going to turn our lives upside down so many times.“

„That's what parenthood is about, right?“ you chuckled, grabbing his free hand and holding it tight. „We're doing good. Learning and making mistakes. I'm so glad that everything worked out in the end and that we have her.“ Having a baby was an adventure like no other. In the end, all the sleepless nights were worth it, when you saw your little angel smile at you, with her eyes full of innocence and pure love.

„Just wait until she starts walking and running around. That's gonna be a disaster.“

„We'll just have to keep up with her.“ You gently took Levi's chin and turned his head, so you could see his face.

He was still very handsome, no scars or a missing eye could change that. For you, he was the one and only. Since you were a teenager to this very day. All those years, it was Levi. And you were more than sure, that it would stay like this for the rest of your life. Nothing and nobody would be able to change your mind, because Levi was all you'll ever need – with all of his disabilities, which sometimes still made him feel a little self-conscious or worried, that he wasn't good enough for you. He was more than enough and you never failed to remind him that. A day never went by without you reminding him, just how thankful you were for his love and his presence in your life.

„I love you,“ Levi said, leaning in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours, making you forget about everything else.

„That's really good to know because I love you too.“ With a smile, you brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose. „I'm proud to call you mine and be yours.“

His sweet little smile had a very strong effect on you every single time you got the chance to see it. Mainly, when said smile reached his eyes and made him look so carefree and young. Seeing him like that, nobody would be able to tell how many horrors he had to suffer through.

Levi rested his forehead against yours, reaching for your left hand. He brushed his thumb over your wedding band, finding your lips in another sweet and love-filled kiss. Time seemed to stop around you at that moment.

But only until you heard a loud cry from inside the tea shop. Just moments later, Connie hurried outside, eagerly trying to return your baby into your arms. „Guess she doesn't like when someone pinches her cheeks. But they're so adorable and chubby, I couldn't resist.“

„They remind me of someone else's cheeks,“ Mikasa added, standing in the open door, her eyes focused on Levi with a playful smirk. You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to laugh, while Connie was grinning so hard, he had to turn away.

Levi, a little flustered, shook his head upon them and took his crying daughter into his arms. You watched him gently cradle her against his chest, planting a couple of kisses on the top of her head, while he rubbed her back.

„The brats made you cry, huh? Don't worry, you'll get used to them,“ he said to the baby, looking back at Connie. „And you'll have them wrapped around your finger in no time,“ Levi added and kissed her forehead in the hopes of stopping her from crying more. But little Zoe knew exactly what she wanted and cried until Levi didn't hide her in his embrace from the rest of the world, while he lovingly started scratching the back of her head. Lately, this has become the most efficient way to calm her down. „There, sweetie. That's better, right? No need to cry.“

Connie chuckled at the sight. „Well, Captain. Seems you're already wrapped around her finger. I've never heard you talk so sweetly to anyone, not even to Y/N.“

Jean and Armin came to stand by Mikasa, all of them watching the sweet sight of Humanity's Strongest being a completely different person when it came to his own daughter. All of them changed so much during the past few years. But when you looked at them in that moment, you still saw the kids they were, when they joined the Scouts. The kids you grew to love and swore to protect. The kids, who became your family long before such a peaceful life was even a possibility for all of you.

What a shame not all of them made it this far.

Not having Sasha and Eren here felt strange and painful. It felt like you failed a little. But just until you looked back at your daughter. Her cheeks were still wet from tears, while she was so adorably clinging to Levi. In her still teary eyes, you saw Sasha's dedication and Eren's bravery.

And that was what mattered the most.

Having your family here with you and showing them just how much they meant to you. How much you loved them and how happy it made you, that they came here today to meet little Zoe Ackerman.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #connie springer #jean kirstein #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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noisy neighbour part two | harry lewis

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summary: in which y/n owns a coffee shop and harry is her noisy neighbour

word count : 5.7k

part one here

a/n: this is part two of my noisy neighbour series!!! read part one before this <3 there will be more parts to this as its a proper slow burnerrr. sorry for the slow updates i haven't forgotten about this series lol xxx

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Y/N had come to the conclusion that life was much better when she didn’t let silly lies get in her way. It had been a week since she had come clean to her noisy neighbour, or Harry, as she now knew him, and life couldn’t get any better.

After the pair had laughed about her moment of foolishness and how they were both a little too loud for their own good, they were able to move past it all and properly get to know the person they were living next door to.

Y/N found out more about Harry’s whole ‘Youtuber’ lifestyle. He was part of a group of seven boys that made videos that came out every Sunday, but he also had other channels in which he’d play computer games and do funny reaction videos—the source of all that playful shouting she had heard through the walls. He told her that he’d gotten bored of his old apartment and wanted a change of scenery, so he chose the small-scale but nonetheless nice flat next door to hers. He lived alone and was 27; his favourite colour was blue, and his favourite cake was chocolate. He liked coffee,cycling, surfing, and the occasional beer, and he loved travelling anywhere in the world, near or far; he just loved exploring places. He had two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, and was from a little channel island named Guernsey. Y/N had never been.

She told him all the little details she could think of about herself in return. She was always sort of bad at introductions, cringing when they used to say ‘’Tell us three facts about you’’ in school, never knowing what to say. But she managed nonetheless. She told him all about her dream of having a cafe of her own and how she came to do so. She loved old music, mainly Abba, to which he laughed and told her he knew already, making a playful jab at the singing he had heard from next door. She too lived alone but was 26; her favourite colour was green, and her favourite cake was lemon. She also liked coffee, not so much cycling or surfing, and opted for cider whenever she went to the pub. While she hadn’t been travelling much herself due to paying off her university debts and then starting up her coffee shop, she still shared the desire to travel anywhere in the world—far away from London.

It was such a breath of fresh air for Y/N. Owning a cafe all on her own meant early mornings and late nights, and her weekends were either spent visiting her parents or nestled away in her flat watching episodes of Vanderpump Rules or trying new recipes for baked goods that she was thinking about selling in the cafe. Because of this, she had found it hard to find time to make friends, and while she had her fair share, she barely saw them; they either had big city jobs or were living outside of London and starting a family. It just felt nice for Y/N to just sit and chat with someone a similar age to her and talk about nonsense for a while.

While the conversation the pair shared was cut short by Harry needing to get to work and record a podcast, they shared numbers (only in case one of them got a parcel for the other, of course), and Harry said he’d pop back in soon to finish where they left off.

So that was it. It had been a week, and she hadn’t seen him since, but that was all she could think about. It wasn’t even like Y/N had a crush, or so she convinced herself, but she longed to talk to him again; it just felt nice. While the occasional old lady that came into the cafe was great to chat with, asking away about how her day was going or what their plans were for the day, she still preferred the little chat she had with Harry; it just felt different, and she couldn’t put her finger on why.

But then she got all in her own head. Maybe he didn’t come back in because he realised she was a bit weird, having lied about living next door and that he was only being friendly and entertaining the conversation, but in reality, he didn’t want to be talking to her at all. Y/N knew she was probably getting a bit ahead of herself, but she couldn’t help but think the worst. She had always been a bit of a pessimist.

It was now Monday again, and the cafe had just begun to die down after the lunch rush. After cleaning tables and putting cups and saucers back in place, Y/N finally felt like she had it all under control. There was no one in the shop, and looking at the time, the clock read 1:00 p.m., a perfect chance for Y/N to have her lunch break. She had scoffed a croissant earlier that morning and topped herself up with flat whites throughout the day, but now she was starving. She walked over to the door, flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘close’ and walked back behind the counter to prepare herself something nice to eat.

She wasn’t long into making a ham and cheese toastie when she heard three loud knocks on the glass door. Usually she’d shout ‘’We’re closed’’ and continue what she was doing, but another three knocks followed, and she thought she’d just let them in and eat her sandwich another time.

As she turned around, she saw a hooded figure standing outside the door—it was lashing rain in London today (shocker) —but she could barely make their face out through the raindrops on the door. Nearing closer, she realised it was Harry. After a week, he’d returned. Maybe her pessimism wasn’t always right.

Letting him in, she moved back as he took his coat off, the black puffer soaked from the awful weather.

''Hello, you,’’ he smiled, lifting the hood of his jumper from his head. ‘’Didn’t realise you closed this early.’’

‘’Hiya,’’ she smiled back. ‘’Just closed for lunch, that’s all.’’

Furrowing his brows, he replied, ''U-Oh, right, I can come back later if you’re busy.’’

She laughed, taking his coat from him to hang it up on the coat stand next to the door. ‘’Don’t be silly. I’m only having a toastie, nothing special.’’

‘’Lovely stuff,’’ he said, clapping his hands together and following her towards the counter.

‘’How’ve you been?’’ she asked. ‘’Horrible weather today, isn’t it?’’ Classic brit filling empty silence with talks of the weather.

‘’I know, proper pain in the arse,’’ he laughed. ‘’Been good, though. Just back from a holiday with the boys, but so typical, I’ve come back to the shittest weather possible.’’

''Ooh, lucky you,’’ Y/N smiled as she resumed the making of her lunch. ‘’Go anywhere nice?’’

‘’Went to the Maldives for two days for a video,’’ he said nonchalantly, ‘’was a good laugh though.’’

‘’Wow, that must've been unreal.’’ she gasped, placing her sandwich on a small green plate before looking back at him. ‘’Can I get you anything to eat? I feel like a knob if I’m sat scoffing my face and I’ve not made you anything.’’

Harry smiled, watching as the girl moved her plaited hair so that it was out of her face. He thought she was quite pretty with her hair tied back, freckled cheeks, and a peach-coloured blusher on her face. She was wearing her same old green apron, but instead of the jumper she had on the last time he saw her, she had a striped long-sleeve top paired with black jeans. Yeah, she was really quite pretty, he thought.

‘’No, I’m fine, thanks. I got a meal deal in the airport earlier,’’ he paused. ‘’And I’m trying to keep off the cakes, but they do look bloody brilliant today.’’

Y/N laughed, ''Well, you’re in the wrong place if you’re trying to keep off the sweet stuff. I got cakes coming out of my ears in this place.’’

The conversation felt easy for Y/N. It was almost weird to think about their first few conversations, stiff and awkward, thinking the other was a bit rude and not really interested in making small talk. But now, it felt like they could talk for ages; the initial uneasiness was now a distant memory.

‘’So what brings you here?’’ she started. ‘’Surprised you’re not straight to bed after that long flight.’’

They sat down at a little table in front of the counter, Y/N enjoying her lunch and Harry watching, fumbling with his fingers.

''Oh, trust me, I’m knackered.’’ he laughed. ‘’But I thought I’d pop in. Remember, I said I would last time, finish where we left off, and all.’’

Course Y/N was remembered. It had been all she thought about for the last seven days.

‘’Oh right, yeah’’ she said between mouthfuls of her sandwich. ‘’Well,tell me all about this Maldives trip then.’’

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A few days had passed since Y/N and Harry’s last encounter. And that was all she could think about.

After leaving her cafe to go back to his flat, the pair shared a few jokey text messages: Harry sending her random pictures he’d taken on his holiday and Y/N sharing snaps of new baked goods that she’d made, with him responding with a classic ‘Save me one.’ It was nothing serious, but it was nice to have playful conversations away from her busy working day and Harry’s video shoots.

Despite only a small proximity separating the pair, Y/N longed for the next time she might bump into him, almost hoping that a parcel would get delivered to the wrong address to give her some reason to knock on his door or that he’d finally succumb to his sweet tooth and trod down the stairs to try whatever fresh baked treats she had to offer.

It made her laugh that only a few weeks ago she’d dreaded the thought of seeing him and hated the thought of having to make small talk with him, but now it was all she’d thought of. And don’t get her wrong, she was no romanticist or anything of that sort but when she found something she liked or in this case, a person she liked talking to, it was hard for her to take her mind away from them.

Another day had come to an end for Y/N. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as she wiped down the last table in her cosy little shop. It had been a long day for her, filled with the hustle and bustle of customers coming in and out. She felt swept off her feet trying to make sure everything ran smoothly and made a mental note that maybe it was time to hire some help.

Now, as the clock struck closing time, Y/N couldn’t wait to retreat to the comfort of her upstairs flat. Locking up the cafe, she made her way up the narrow staircase and into her home. The familiar creak of the stairs under her feet echoed in the empty hallway—a comforting sound that signalled the end of another day’s work.

As she reached the door, she let out a contented sigh—peace at last. Turning the key in the lock, she pushed open the door and stepped into her sanctuary.

The soft glow of string lights greeted her, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere through the room. She’d forgotten to turn them off the night before and was surprised the batteries had lasted the day. Kicking off her shoes, she padded across the hardwood floor to her living area, where a plush green sofa beckoned her to sink into its comforting embrace.

Her days always went the same after work. She’d come upstairs, sit down on the sofa, and stick some random television show on for some background noise, needing to just sit for a moment after being on her feet all day. The stress of the day always melted away as she allowed herself to just be in the moment, relishing the peace and quiet of her own space.

Next to the sofa, a stack of books awaited her attention. She had been reading some Dolly Alderton novel that a friend had recommended, and so far she was loving it. There was nothing quite like getting lost in the pages of a good book; all she needed now was a nice cup of tea, and she’d be in heaven.

It’d felt like hours had passed as Y/N finally got to the end of another chapter. The gentle hum of the TV in the background continued as Y/N settled down the book and turned her attention to her phone, wondering if she had any new messages from a certain someone. And lo and behold, she did.

Clicking the message open, she saw a picture that Harry had taken from what she assumed to be his living room. Her view was similar, just at a different angle—the Shoreditch’s streets looking equally as ‘London’-esque from both their windows. He had added a little message to the bottom of it: ‘This weather is mental. Think it calls for tea and some cake.’ Y/N hadn’t seen the message with her phone on ‘Do not disturb’ and her eyes well focused on the piece of fiction she was reading, and he had sent it over twenty minutes ago, but she assumed he was still next door, not wanting to dare step out in the treacherous rain.

She wondered if he was hinting at her to send him a text and offer some cakes from downstairs. Or maybe even invite him over to try the pastries she’d sent him a picture of only a few days ago. Of course, Y/N didn’t really know if he was hinting at anything, but she really hoped he was. The time on her phone showed it was just past 7:00 p.m., and having eaten a small lunch earlier in the day, she too was in the mood for some cake and tea, not really bothered by the thought of cooking dinner and having to wash up loads of pots and pans in the kitchen.

She lifted herself up from the comfy sofa and into her kitchen space, opening the fridge to see if she had any nice delights to cure her craving. There sat a small blue tupperware, inside two vanilla cupcakes, left over from the day, perfect. Two. Perfect.

Whether he had been hinting or not, Y/N took the tupperware in hand and stuffed her feet into her fluffy slippers. Unlocking her door and making her way down the stairs towards his door, she felt giddy. She thought it was a nice gesture to turn up with a little treat that he had longed for, and she hoped maybe the two could share a nice chat over a cup of tea as they looked out on the London rain. It’d be nice.

As she got to the door, she lifted her hand up, ready to press the buzzer to his blue door, but as she did, she heard the faint strains of music drifting through the air, accompanied by a girl’s laughter. Her hand froze, and a wave of disappointment washed over her. Doubt crept into Y/N’s mind, and she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt whatever moment Harry was sharing with another.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned on her heel and retreated back up the stairs to her flat. She knew she was being silly, but she felt a sting in her heart, and she couldn’t shake the image of Harry’s front door from her mind.

Back in her kitchen. Y/N set the cupcakes on the counter; her appetite for something sweet was now long gone. She wondered if she had misinterpreted Harry’s kindness and their conversations as something more. Sure, the two had shared a few playful texts, updates throughout the day, and random pictures, but that was the extent of it so far. Y/N felt like an idiot.

She never did respond to Harry’s text that night.

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Another few days passed, and Y/N had finally gotten over her little strop. Well…sort of. She didn’t have much to go on other than the fact that she’d heard a woman’s voice and lots of laughter, which she knew didn’t necessarily mean Harry had a girlfriend, but she'd rather nip her feelings in the bud than wonder about the what-ifs that could of been had he opened the door. Plus, Y/N felt a bit silly. He’d never given an indication that their chats were anything more than friendly, and the texts they shared weren’t suggestive in any way—I mean, you could probably send your mother the same things. So she knew it was better to cut her little strop short before she got herself all tangled up in her feelings.

She’d had another long week in the cafe, busy with big orders and endless amounts of coffee, and she knew it was definitely time she put out an advertisement for a job vacancy. But that was a job for another day as she was currently getting ready to go out with a few friends in a pub just near Old Street. It had been a while since she’d found the time to meet up with people (with their big city jobs and her never ending hustle in the cafe) and considering she’d given Harry radio silence for the past few days, this was the most socialising she’d done outside of the occasional old lady in the cafe. So, Y/N was buzzing. She reached for her favourite pair of Adidas Sambas, their sleek black design accentuating her style. The leather was very worn despite carrying many stories of past adventures. Y/N made a mental note that she’d get a new pair out of her next paycheck. Her outfit was bold yet chic, a lot different from her usual jeans, t-shirt, and green apron combo. A leopard print midi skirt is paired with a black fitted crop top and a leather jacket over her shoulders to give the outfit unmistakable flair. She always enjoyed dressing up, even if it was just for a quick pint—it just gave her something to do and was a nice change from her usual get-up.

With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed her essentials—a phone, cardholder, and keys—and headed out the door. It wasn’t raining in London for once, with spring slowly creeping in, so Y/N didn’t bother with an umbrella, deciding her jacket was enough protection from whatever the weather had in mind. It felt nice as she walked along the busy Shoreditch streets with the city lights beckoning, couples holding hands, groups of friends laughing—it made her heart squeeze, and she felt like the night was promising her excitement and all sorts of possibilities.

The pub night was everything Y/N had hoped it would be. It had been a welcome contrast of warmth and laughter, and seeing her friends, who usually worked nine to five, was a breath of fresh air. With flushed cheeks from all the lively conversations and talks of fond memories, not to mention the five pints of fruity cider she had drank, Y/N left the pub with the cheesiest grin on her face. A few kisses to the cheek and warm hugs later, Y/N waved goodbye to her group of mates and headed back towards the Old Street roundabout.

The city seemed quieter now; most of its energy was subdued despite it only being 10:00 p.m. Walking around familiar streets, she felt a sense of comfort in solitude but wished she hadn’t forgotten her airpods because there’d be nothing better than a peaceful stroll accompanied by her favourite indie music playlist in the back.

The pub was only about a ten-minute walk from her flat, so it didn’t take too long, and Y/N felt herself subconsciously speed walking as the cold London air got to her, now regretting her choice of jacket. As she neared closer to her doorstep, she could see a hooded figure placed on it, a backpack in front of them, and a phone in their hand as they scrolled aimlessly. Her eyes felt a bit hazy from the cider, and she approached apprehensively, her mind wandering to the possibilities of it being a crazy ex-boyfriend or a drunken friend hoping to rest their heads for the night. But as she moved closer, her anxiousness eased. It was only her neighbour. Harry. Harry, who she’d given the cold shoulder to for the past few days.

His friendly face looked up at the sound of her approaching footsteps. A slightly flustered expression on his face.

‘’Hi Harry,’’ she smiled. ‘’You alright?’’

Getting up from his crouched position, he moved aside, letting her stand in front of her own door. ''Oh, you life saver, been waiting ages.’’

She looked up at him, a glow on her face, not too sure if it was caused by the pints or his general presence. ‘’What for?’’

‘’I’ve been a right numpty and locked myself out.’’ he laughed.

‘’Oh shit,’’ she laughed back, buzzing from alcohol. Y/N was a lightweight by definition; the smell of alcohol could probably get her drunk, and at this moment she felt buzzed.

‘’I know, pain the arse,’’ Harry said, pinching in between his eyes. ‘’Can’t even try to get a key cut because everywhere’s shut.’’

‘’You got any friends that’ll let you crash for the night?’’ Y/N asked, feeling genuine concern for the poor boy sitting outside their doors. She hadn’t even asked how long he’d been there—it could have been hours.

‘’Tried a few but got no response,’’ Harry sighed, "I guess no one wants a rogue sleepover at 10 at night.’’

‘’Good friends you’ve got,’’ she teased, confidence of drink taking over her.

‘’Oh shush you,’’ he playfully said back.

A small silence fell over the toy as Y/N fumbled around in her bag to find her keys, the street light giving her enough of a torch to be able to find them. Every time she drank, she’d experience a small panic that she’d managed to lose all of her belongings, but luckily for her, everything seemed intact.

‘’So what are you going to do?’’ Y/N said as she went to put her key in the lock.

Harry paused for a moment. While the two had shared the occasional message and nice chat over coffee, he felt a bit bold with what he was about to ask. Not being the most social person, he had weighed out the options of whether or not it would be awkward if she'd say yes to his question—he'd more than likely have to sit chatting for a while and then maybe have an uncomfortable sleep on whatever sofa or bed she’d have to offer—but at the same time, he reminded himself that it was only Y/N and whatever awkwardness could have come between them had well and truly been dissolved by their initial meeting. And truthfully, Harry was all for saying outlandish things and asking rogue questions, so if she did say no, he’d just take it on the chin and find somewhere else to go.

‘’I hate to ask,’’ he paused sheepishly. ‘’I really do. But by any chance, I could come in for a bit, or at least till one of my friends picks up their phone and lets me stay around theirs.’’

‘’You hate to ask?’’ Y/N smirked, cocking her head to one side. ‘’Am I really that insufferable?’’

Harry’s eyes widened at her words. ''N-no, no, not at all. It’s just that I thought, ’’

‘’Stop your blubbering for a moment,’’ she laughed. ‘’It’s fine, really.’’

‘’You sure?’’ he smiled. ‘’Don’t have to say yes, 'coz you feel sorry for me.’’

And yes, Y/N did feel a bit sorry for the blubbering boy sitting in front of their adjacent doors. She couldn’t imagine anything worse than being locked out of her own flat and left out in the cold in London with nowhere else to go—it was a frustrating inconvenience to say the least. Plus, Y/N was always a bit of a generous soul, never really able to say no to people, always biting her tongue when she felt awkward, and with a few pints combined, she was feeling especially generous.

‘’Honestly, no bother.’’ she replied, unlocking her door. ‘’I’ll probably be awake for the next few hours anyway, so companies are good.’’ An absolute lie on Y/N’s part. Any drink would usually send Y/N into a tired haze, and she couldn’t think of anything better than sticking on her pyjamas and curling up in bed, but it’d have to be put on hold for the night.

Following her up the stairs and into her living area, Harry let his eyes analyse the room. Fairy lights adorned nearly every wall, blankets crowded on the sofa, a few plants dotted around the room, and an endless amount of cookbooks—while Harry didn’t know too much about Y/N, he could still recognise that her little flat was an exact replica of her as a person.

‘’Nice place,’’ he said, placing his backpack down on the wooden floor.

‘’Cheers,’’ she smiled, ‘’similar to yours?’’

‘’Similar size, but mines full of cardboard boxes at the moment,’’ he laughed, ‘’yours has a lot more life to it.’’

‘’Took a good few IKEA trips to get it this perfect, I won’t lie.’’ Since walking in, Y/N had dropped her bag by the door, walking into the kitchen space to find some snacks or atleast a drink to give to her unexpected guest.

‘’You want a cider?’’ she asked, rummaging through the fridge to find a can of Strawberry Old Mout that she had left over from the last time she had a guest in her flat. She couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as she looked around the brightly lit fridge - it felt weird having Harry in her flat. Different somehow, more intimate than their casual chats down in the cafe or over text. But especially after her little moment of weakness the other day and the fact that he more than likely had a girlfriend, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on being the good host she was.

"You know what- I’ll take one," he replied,thinking nothing sounded better than a cold cider after his shambles of an evening. ‘’Only if you’re drinking too - don’t wanna start getting leathered on my own,’’

‘’As if you’d get leathered off of one cider,’’ Y/N laughed, passing him a can and cracking open her own, ‘’Plus I’m 5 ciders deep already so think it’ll be me getting leathered, not you.’’

Harry shared a laugh with her, holding his hands up in defeat, ‘’Alright, you piss head. You just been necking ciders on London streets then or what?’’

‘’Oh shut up,’’ if she had been closer to him, Y/N probably would of swatted him on the arm for the absolute nonsense that left his mouth but the kitchen counter separated the two, so she kept her arms to her side, ‘’I was just out in the pub.’’

‘’So that’s what the mysterious Y/N gets up to when she’s not running a cafe,’’ he said, raising his eyebrows as if he’d uncovered some maddening truth about her.

‘’Mysterious?’’ she snorted back regrettably but she couldn’t help it and plus after a few drinks, her snorted laugh always seemed to appear.

‘’Well ye-yeah, mysterious.’’ he paused, taking another big gulp of his drink and Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d managed to finish it by now. ‘’Haven’t heard from you in a few days and then you come swanning in after a few pints, I’d say that’s pretty mysterious.’’

‘’God, you talk some shit,’’ she said, laughing at his use of words.

‘’S’true though, haven’t heard from you.’’

‘’I haven’t heard from you either?’’

‘’You liar! I texted you the other night and got no reply,’’ Harry said, clutching at his heart in a playful manner, ‘’really hurt my feelings.’’

‘’You’re such a windup,’’ she grinned, ‘’Didn’t take you as the type to be hung up over no replies,’’

‘’Broke my heart really. I was waiting for you to reply and say you had a cake and a chat waiting for me but got nothing.’

So maybe Y/N hadn’t taken his hints wrongly.

‘’And then my sister turned up and I couldn’t even come round and pester you for a slice of lemon cake,’’ he continued, ‘’my plan went out the window,’’ His sister! Y/N mentally scolded herself in her head for being so silly that night and thinking the worst.

‘’Your plan?’’ she challenged.

‘’Yeah, my plan to butter you up and then steal every last slice of cake you had going for you.’’ he joked.

What an idiot, Y/N thought. But a funny idiot, nonetheless. ‘Ah, well, you should have told me your sister was round and I would have been more than happy to share something with her - sure, she would have been better company than you anyways,’’ she joked, in return. She couldn’t tell if it was the ciders making her head feel dizzy or nonchalant playfulness, but she felt giddy and confident.

‘’No one likes a liar, Y/N.’’ he beamed, ‘’We both know that’s a massive lie.’’

‘’Hmm maybe.’’

‘’So, pub, did you say?’’ he questioned, ‘’W-was it a date or?’’

‘’Think I go to the pub on a first date?’’ she said, raising her brow in amusement.

‘’Nothing wrong with a pint and a bag of crisps for the first date.’’ he defended.

‘’It’s that where you take all your unlucky ladies then?’’

‘’Ha! Unlucky. It’d be the luckiest night of their lives,’’

‘’Oh I bet,’’ Y/N laughed, ‘’But no, just a few drinks with some of my friends. Nothing mad.’’

‘’Very cool.’’ Harry grinned.

‘’Shut-up,’’ Y/N grinned back in return.

The two fell into a silence, each other not really knowing what to say. Y/N could feel the lull of the alcohol weaning off and she knew she’d be drifting off if she stayed up any longer. She didn’t want to come across rude, enjoying his company but her bed was calling her name and she needed to call it a night knowing she had to be up in the morning to sort out admin for the cafe.

‘’I think I might head to bed, I’m feeling knackered.’’ Y/N sighed.

‘’Leaving me all alone, one cider deep?’’ Harry laughed.

‘’Sorry but I don’t think I can keep my eyes open for any longer,’’ A giggle uttering from her lips, ‘’You’re more than welcome to stay on the sofa thought until you get your keys sorted and all.’’

‘’You’re a star, Y/N.’’ Harry smiled in return as he made his way to the couch to make himself comfortable for the night. He couldn’t have been more grateful for her in the moment, thinking back to not so long ago when he was out in the cold, locked outside of his flat. Course, they’d made familiar with each other the past few weeks but he couldn’t get over the kindness of the girl - or pity that she had for him - but either way he was thankful nonetheless.

‘’There’s a few blankets on the side and some cushions so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable,’’ Y/N paused, walking over the basket of random throws and cushions she had by the corner of her living room, signalling him to choose his pickings. ‘’Right, I’ll see you in the morning. Night Harry.’’

‘’Night, Y/N. Thanks again.’’ And that was the last thing he saw, her gleaming smile, cheeks red from alcohol as she walked down the hall to the last room that he knew now was her bedroom and headed to bed.

Y/N woke up with a pounding headache the next morning followed by a dry mouth and a queasy stomach. She hadn’t even drank much but in her defense she rarely ever did so any alcoholic beverage would always send her sideways the next day. Blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming through her window, she groaned, regretting the cheap ciders of the previous night. Her memory was a bit hazy, blurred by the fog of alcohol but she did remember one thing. There was a Harry on her sofa.

Dragging herself out of bed, she quickly sorted herself out, combing through her hair and fixing her pyjamas, not wanting to look an absolute state in front of the boy. She stumbled to the kitchen, head throbbing with every step, desperate for a glass of water. But as she walked into her living space, he was nowhere to be found. Surely she hadn’t been so drunk she had imagined the whole night.

She could remember everything from the loud music of the pub, the dancing and laughs she shared with her friends. And she most definitely remembered the blue eyed boy that was sat outside her front door, locked out from his home.

She did a quick check of her phone to see if she had any texts from Harry but the only notifications were a few Instagram tags from her mates and a text from her mum asking what she thought of the banana loaf she had made. Nothing from Harry.

Walking around the kitchen to grab a glass for her water, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the little notepad she had on her kitchen counter was opened, a few words scribbled on it and a black biro pen next to it.

On the note read ‘Thank you for letting me stay last night, you’re an angel. I had to leave early this morning to meet the landlord for a spare key but I really do owe you. Let me know when you’re free, I’m thinking of dinner on me? Thank you again, Harry x’

With a little smile on her lips as her fingers traced over his messy handwriting, she felt a sigh of relief. Dinner on him, it was and she couldn’t wait.

a/n: thank you for reading. sorry for the wait!!! there defo won't be a long wait for part three. this is such a slow burn but promise it gets more cutesy in part three <333

#w2s #wroetoshaw #w2s x reader #harry wroetoshaw #harry lewis #harry w2s #sidemen #w2s fic #w2s imagine #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw oneshot #hollytoshaw #chris md #arthurtv #sidemen x reader

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ghostlywhiskey · 7 months

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i watched all of 9-1-1 and now all I can think of is firefighter price and the station is having a little bake sale or something for charity and single mom reader takes her kid to it and she meets price and it's all fluffy and flirty 😭😣 bonus points if its she's a bit younger than him.... that's all I can think of rn......

ahhh! i've been thinking about this ask since i got it - but i'm literally kicking my feet. when my brother was a volunteer firefighter i used to love the pancake breakfasts so i'm using that as inspo hehe

eagerly pulling you in the direction of the firehouse, the 6-year-old held your hand tightly. despite the earlier hours of the morning, the summer sun starting to build the warmth on your skin. other families scattered in the parking lot as everyone made their way towards the fire station.

had it not been for the the flyer your son took from volunteer firefighters a few days prior outside the grocery store, you would have had no knowledge of the pancake breakfast to raise money for charity. but, you were sure the charity part isn't what drew your child towards the event. it was more so the pancakes and other activities such as face painting and getting to sit in the firetruck being the aspects that appealed to him. excitedly he had attempted to read the flyer to you as you pushed him around the grocery store in the cart. and by the time you were done food shopping, you had promised him that you would take him.

"do you think i'll be able to try on one of the jackets?" his voice projected from the backseat of the car as you drove.

"the jackets are quite heavy, sweetie. maybe they'll let you try on one of that hats." your eyes glance back at him in the rearview mirror. a smile formed on his face at your answer.

"i hope so. that would be so cool," was all he said before his eyes glanced out the window, brain running ramped with excitement.

besides, between the charity aspect and the excitement your son exuded for the first time since the two of you moved into town, it seemed like a good way for him to meet other kids before the school year started.

and now, the day had come that he wouldn't stop talking about for the past week. the money in his hand to give to one of the wives sat at a table collecting the donations for entry. reaching over the table, he handed her the money and in return, she put on the appropriate wristband for him and handed you one as well.

his hand grabbed yours, quickly heading for the row of tables that multiple firefighters stood behind, putting pancakes on the plates of individuals of various ages and anything else they wanted such as eggs, bacon, etc.

grabbing plates for both you and your son, you allowed him to guide you to one fireman who was the least busiest with people. and before the word 'hello' left your sons mouth, the first string of words were, "chocolate chip, please."

"elliot," your eyes widened, giving his hand a squeeze as a warning. "manners." your sons cheek reddened, clearly embarrassed.

the mans upper body vibrated from the chuckle that escaped his lips as he watched your horrified expression. "lad is just excited. don't worry about it, big sister." before you could correct him, elliot's voice cut you off.

"hello," his voice quieter in comparison to his louder demeanor. "two chocolate chip, please, sir." he carefully took the place from you and handed it to the fireman himself.

placing three chocolate chip pancakes on the plate, he handed it back to your son. "there ya go, i gave you an extra." the man smiled at your son which caused your son to give him a toothy smile back.

"thank you." elliot spoke, his voice back to his normal octave. "i'm gonna go sit." your son says, hurriedly heading to an empty table to eat his pancakes. you watched as he ran off, before the gruff voice pulled your attention.

"what will his sister be having?" the fireman asked, reaching to take your plate. now, you took the chance to correct him.

"i'm not his sister."

his eyes widened this time. "mum?"

nodding to confirm his questioning tone, you smiled and let him take the plate from you. "i had him young." you felt the need to explain yourself.

"well," he placed three pancakes on your plate as well, handing it back to you. "regardless when you had him," his hands move wipe them on his shirt, and that's when you notice the 'hello my name is' sticker on his shirt below the stations logo - price. "definitely the prettiest mum here." one of his hands reaching out to shake yours.

the compliment caught you by surprise, nearly causing you to drop the plate as you freed a hand to shake his back.

"john price." the introduction making your body surge with warmth as his hand held yours, the same way the sun outside had made you feel. except right now you were very much inside and shielded from the summer heat.

also a little shoutout to @ohworm-writes who has a post on firefighter price which you can find here <3

#john price x reader #john price fluff #john price #captain john price #captain price #firefighter!price #nic responses #nic talks price

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mvybanks · 1 year

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THE DEAL - chapter three

a/n: i’m so in love with this rafe, i could write about him for hours so i hope you guys like this! i’ve got so many ideas for the next chapters!!! (+ i realized this is going to be a long ass series so bear with me)

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, some angst, cheating (i forgot that that’s the main warning of the series), NSFW, thigh riding, innocence kink (if you squint), lmk if i forgot something!

word count: 6.9k (…i’m sorry)

pairing: frat!rafe x innocent friend!reader

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You knew about Rafe Cameron’s reputation. Who didn’t? You were sure he had flirted with any woman with a pulse on campus, let alone the long line of hookups he’d had. It wasn’t a secret, which was why you attempted to push him away, to keep him out of reach except for the deal that you had both agreed on. No emotions, no feelings, nothing at all.

And yet, there you were, sitting on the kitchen counter of the Cocoa Corner, eating ice cream from the container with a big spoon as the frustrating, and too handsome for his own good, man did the same. It was late, you had already closed the shop for the night and were waiting for your signature chocolate chip cookies to finish baking. Rafe had insisted on staying with you, not wanting to leave you all alone, or perhaps it was because he enjoyed your company, but those were words he dreaded to confess to you.

You were sitting in front of each other, your knees were brushing as you both took big spoonfuls from the small tub of ice cream between you.

“Alright, tell me about you a little,” you encouraged, breaking the comfortable silence of the room. You couldn’t lie to yourself about how much you wanted to know him; was he really a jerk or had you judged him by the rumors about him?

He shrugged, “Not much there to say.”

“C’mon, Cameron. Give me something,” you almost pleaded, although you didn’t miss the smirk on his lips at your words; you rolled your eyes playfully, the hint of a grin hiding behind your false annoyance. “Oh shut up, you know what I mean.”

He sighed pensively and adjusted himself on his seat.

“Well, I have two little sisters, who I love very much.”

That was something you definitely didn’t know, was he a good brother? And why the hell were you so interested in knowing that?

You smiled sweetly. “Go on.”

He grinned back at you, melting you with one look. “I might be overly protective of them, but don’t tell them I admitted to that. I was kinda popular back in the Outer Banks, mostly because of my father’s status; he’s always been a big shot there. Anyway, I don’t really have many good memories of the island or of my father, to be honest.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you wanted to lean towards him and hug him. Maybe he wasn’t what you thought at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, no one does. I don’t talk about my family a lot.”

He tried not to ramble on, he didn’t want to annoy you, after all he was sure you didn’t care about him. You probably asked just to be polite, right? It was impossible you actually wanted to know about him.

“Why’s that?”

His head almost shot up at your question. It was a genuine question, your eyes understanding and full of curiosity, not a bit of malice was hidden behind them and it was like a breath of fresh air for him. You made him feel like he could talk about that with you, like he could’ve told you everything and you would’ve never judged him for it.

“It’s complicated. I’ve never had a good relationship with my family, especially my father. I mean, once my sisters were born, they were his whole world, I became just another child to look after. He always tried to make sure I got the best grades so I could take over the family business but he never really tried to bond with me.” He threw his head on the wall behind him; that was the first time he had been able to say all that out loud and you were still listening to him, encouraging him to keep talking as you gazed at his perfect features illuminated by the dim light of the shop. “I love my sisters, it’s not their fault our dad treats us differently. I actually miss them a lot.”

“Is that why you decided to work?”

Damn it, why did you have to be so easy to talk to?

“Yes and no. Uhm…let’s just say I didn’t use our money wisely and my dad got mad so he cut me off, said that I needed to work and understand how real life works.” He still remembered the words that his father had told him that day.

“Oh. What about your mom? Didn’t she say anything?”

You took a spoonful of ice cream and brought it to your lips nonchalantly, waiting for his answer as he played with the ring on his forefinger.

“She died when I was nine.”

The utensil in your hand almost dropped on the floor.

Shit.

“Oh God, Rafe, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-“

Smiling at you, he interrupted you, “Hey, don’t stress it. I’m okay. I’m glad I at least got to know her.”

Instinctively, you let your hand fall on his knee, bringing his attention to your soft and gentle touch. You shared a look, one that neither of you knew how to read and yet it still felt like you were telling each other a secret that only you two knew what it was.

“I bet she was an amazing woman.”

Without thinking about it twice, he grabbed the hand that was resting on his knee and rubbed the back of it with his thumb as he looked away from you. “She was. And yeah, she would have never let him do that. You know, she used to tuck me in bed every night with a lullaby and most of the time she would fall asleep with me. I remember how much she loved to make cookies for me and my dad couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t let the housemaid do that instead, but she insisted on doing it herself because she was the only one who knew how I liked them.”

When his eyes came back to stare at you, your gaze was already on him and, for some reason, it made him nervous. He shook his head, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No!” you stopped him, “you aren’t! Keep talking about her.”

He raised his eyebrows, “I’m not annoying you?”

“Not at all.”

No one had ever made him feel so safe and vulnerable; he wanted to share everything with you and he knew you would’ve listened to him with a smile on your face the whole time. And so he did.

You kept talking and talking, enjoying the soft chuckles and words that lingered in the air. The dark night made you lower your voices and it felt comforting, familiar, just two people getting to know each other.

“And you?” He finally asked.

You tilted your head to the side, “What about me?”

“I want to know about you, too.”

You were close to blushing; when had this man started to make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush? Except, you didn’t have a crush. He was your friend. Rafe Cameron was slowly becoming a good friend and you were okay with that.

“You don’t, you just feel like you have to ask me.”

He all but groaned in frustration. “Why do you think I’m such a jerk? You really believe I don’t wanna know about you? I could listen to you talk for hours and I still wouldn’t get tired of you.” Your eyes widened at his confession, but the shock didn’t last long, quickly replaced by a teasing smile. He closed his eyes for a second and cursed himself for what he had accidentally told you. “You’re gonna make fun of me for this for a long time, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you said smiling wickedly.

You told him about your family and your relationship with your parents, just like he had before. He listened to you, attentively, nodding his head and asking questions from time to time. He was obviously interested in what you had to say and it took you by surprise; you truly had judged him too quickly, nonetheless you were glad that you had, because it brought you closer.

Rafe was laughing loudly at this one particular adventure you were describing to him, during which you had made a fool out of you but, luckily, you knew how to make fun of yourself. He gave you that big grin of his, perfect, white teeth showing as the sweet sound of his chuckle filled the air. You gawked at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, how his eyes shined when they fell on your face, and how they crinkled when he smiled widely.

“You’re staring, doll.”

His words brought you out of your trance and you finally realized where you were and what you were doing. He was teasing you, you knew that, but God how much you hated him when he was right.

“You wish, Cameron.”

And there it was again, Rafe Cameron’s signature smirk, the one that could’ve made anyone’s legs feel like jelly.

Right when his lips were about to part to give you another remark of his, the beeping coming from the kitchen oven brought you two back to the real world. That was why you were both there after all, not to talk and laugh together.

You raised from your sit, jumping down the counter and reaching for a pair of mitts.“Alright, are you ready to taste the best cookies the Cocoa Corner has ever seen?”

“Bring it on.”

You placed the tray of the scolding hot goods on the surface of the counter before closing the oven and taking your mitts off as you spoke to him, “We have to wait, though. They’re too-“

“SHIT!”

You whipped your head towards the yelp you had heard, coming from the man that was using the faucet of the kitchen to pour cold water on his now bruised tongue.

“I just took them out of the oven, Rafe!”

“Thorry!”

The laugh you let out was hilarious even to him, and although he felt like his tongue was on fire, he believed he would’ve done it again if it meant he got to listen to that beautiful and satisfying sound one more time.

You placed a hand on his back, soothingly. “C’mon, let me see, you idiot.”

He turned to you with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and you chuckled again. Your eyes inspected the burn, making sure it was just that, when you realized how close you were standing to him.

“You know,” he mumbled, “a kith would make this all better.”

“Shut up!” you snorted as you slightly pushed him away by putting a hand on his chest.

He chuckled and closed the new distance between you, entranced by the way you widely smiled up at him. When a strand of hair fell from behind your ear, he was quick to put it back, holding your jaw in the palm of his hand in the process. His thumb gently brushed against your cheekbone and you had to stop yourself from closing your eyes at the contact.

“Y/n?”

Your name falling from his lips, slowly, hushed, a secret between you, it made your skin buzz and your body feel like it was on fire.

“Yeah?” you managed to croak out.

“Can I-“ his words were cut off by a blinding light that was coming from the window and was shining inside the shop.

You cleared your throat. “That must be Matt.”

Rafe took a step back and pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, “right.”

“What were you about to say?”

He shook his head, “nothing important. You can go.”

Biting down your bottom lip and turning towards the window, you looked back at him. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll clean this up,” he shrugged, “just go.”

You took your apron off and grabbed your purse and coat from the employers’ rack before walking towards the front door. Your hand was close to the handle when you turned around and quickly strode to him.

He knitted his eyebrows at the sudden change of your mind. You wordlessly placed a hand on his neck, forcing him to bend down, and softly kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Rafe.”

His hand itched to grab you and make you breathless right then and there, instead he decided on mumbling back, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

His eyes followed your figure as you stepped out of the building and was met by your boyfriend who wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pecked your lips.

When had his jaw began to clench? And why was there a weird and unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach at the sight?

He decided to shake the feeling off and started closing the place, not before he stole another cookie to see if you were right about them being the best cookies that the bakery had ever seen. The first bite was still warm but not as much as the one he’d had before and it gave him the chance to actually taste it.

He almost choked and had to hold back his tears as he took a second bite.

They tasted exactly like his mom’s.

—

The drive to your boyfriend’s place was silent, which made you weirdly uncomfortable, as if you needed to talk to fill it or it would’ve driven you insane. Except, neither of you spoke up, lost in your own thoughts.

Once you stepped inside his apartment, he motioned for you to sit down on the couch while he made you drinks. You couldn’t really focus on anything but the last words you had shared with Rafe.

What was he about to say? It was important, you were sure of it. His low and deep tone was enough for you to know that it mustn’t have been silly. He was so close, his touch had sent a thousand of sparks through your body and it was so new and yet familiar.

Did he want to kiss you?

“Wanna listen to some music, babe?” Matt asked as he entered the living room with two glasses in his hands.

‘Babe.’ No ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart.’ You called your best friend ‘babe’, why couldn’t he have given you a different nickname?

“Sure,” you smiled.

You had to stop thinking about him. He wasn’t there, was he? He didn’t care about you other than a friend and you were glad if he even considered you as such. Your boyfriend was perfect, he really was, and he was sweet and gentle, a real gentleman.

Then why the hell was Rafe’s touch still lingering on your mind?

Matt leaned closer to you and held your face in one hand, but it didn’t make your stomach fill with butterflies, your body wasn’t aching for his touch. He finally kissed your lips and you decided to use everything you had learned from Rafe days prior.

Your hands ran through his hair and you hated yourself for thinking about how it wasn’t as good as scratching the man on your mind’s scalp. Slowly going lower, your fingers touched his covered chest, not even causing one reaction from him.

Your mind couldn’t stop wondering why Rafe had gone mad over the same kind of touch, why he had become insatiable after that, as if your hands on his body was all he could think about, while Matthew seemed completely unfazed.

You were tired; that’s what it was. You weren’t in the mood and the lack of response from your boyfriend wasn’t helping you either. Placing your palm against his chest, you pushed him away and he took the liberty to start kissing your neck, probably thinking you just needed some air.

Your mind was filled with the images of one person and one person only and it was ruining the moment. His kisses had felt different; when he had made out with you, he was doing everything for you and not to you, completely distant from what the curly haired man beside you was doing then.

“Matt, wait,” you mumbled, pushing his head away, “I don’t feel like it.”

He pulled away and huffed before throwing his head back on the headrest of the couch. You swore you saw him rolling his eyes in annoyance, causing tears to prick at your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered and, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt, continued, “can you take me home? I’m tired.”

He slightly lifted his hips from the couch and grabbed his phone from his back pocket, “I’ll call you an Uber, it’s getting late.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

Never had he ever treated like that. Had you made him mad or was he that exhausted that he couldn’t have taken you home?

—

You weren’t the only person asking herself questions all night long; Rafe’s mind was going crazy. You were running through his head constantly, never giving him a break, and he didn’t even want one.

His hands were aching to have you under him again, to touch you, to hear your moans one more time, to have your lips on his. The thought of someone else doing the same thing to you was enough to make his insides churn and his chest squeeze.

He couldn’t bare the image he had in his head of your boyfriend’s hands touching your skin, the same one he had touched and caressed, that he had kissed. God, what wouldn’t he have given to press his mouth against your skin in that moment.

When morning came and he saw you at work, his actions began having a mind of their own and lead him to you with determination.

“Good morning,” he smiled and you did the same. “Can I talk to you real quick?”

Knitting your eyebrows together in confusion, you nodded, “Of course.”

He pulled you inside your boss’ office, knowing that she was absent for the day, and closed the door behind him. You sat on her desk, your feet still on the ground as you looked at him expectantly.

“There’s a slight change of plans.”

“What?”

He sighed while nervously scratching at his nonexistent stubble, “I won’t be here for the rest of the week. I have some stuff to take care of so if you need my help, it’s gotta be today.”

It wasn’t totally a lie. It was true, he was leaving town for almost a week for his father had asked him to come home and, although he didn’t want to, he still missed his sisters and couldn’t deny the fact that he was impatiently waiting to see them again, therefore he had agreed.

“Oh. Like…tonight? Are you sure? Maybe we can see each other tomorrow-“

“Yup, tonight,” he interrupted you, “I’m busy tomorrow and I don’t want anything left undone before I have to go.”

That was a lie. He needed you. He didn’t care how or where, but he had to have you and he couldn’t have waited anymore.

“Okay,” you said, unsure.

“That is if you still need m-“

“I do.”

A smirk etched onto his mouth at your fast reply and you wanted to facepalm yourself at your eagerness. Things had been so bad with your boyfriend the day before that you believed you still needed his help, or perhaps it wasn’t his aid that you craved so much.

“Stop doing that,” you groaned.

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like that!”

He took a step closer, taunting you, “Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me or something,” you muttered.

Oh, how true were those words. He didn’t know how to explain to you that he wanted to do just that, especially since he hadn’t been able to stop looking at your legs, exposed by your short skirt.

Licking his lips and gazing down at you, he whispered, “See you tonight, doll.” His hand lingered on your thigh, “And don’t change into something else. I like your skirt.”

He pressed a kiss on your cheek before leaving you a flustered mess in the empty room; what the hell had just happened?

—

It was barely seven o’ clock when you found yourself standing in Rafe’s room again. You felt bolder than the previous time, maybe it was because you already knew you weren’t going to leave the building unsatisfied or embarrassed; flustered? Sure, but never out of place.

The moment he had closed the door behind you, he pounced on you, claiming your mouth with need, as if he had waited his whole life for that kiss. He was moaning against your lips, focusing on the way your hands danced around his body to touch him.

When he realized you were both running out of air, he began kissing your neck and holding you close as you scraped his scalp and enjoyed the way he groaned at each brush of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but notice the difference with the way Rafe kissed your skin and the way Matt did.

He nipped at your exposed neck, one arm wrapped around your middle and the other went down, his fingers gripping the curve of your ass. Once his tongue made its way to a certain spot, causing you to almost fall to your knees at the sensitivity, he smirked and began sucking right there as his pants got tighter at the sound of your heavy breaths.

“Rafe…” you moaned.

He kissed up your neck to look back at your face and rested his forehead on yours. “Everything okay?” he exhaled.

You nodded and closed your eyes as you tried to regain your breath from the amount of things he had just been able to make you feel in less than fifteen minutes.

He held your face in one hand and forced you to reopen your eyes, looking right up at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Pecking your lips, he took your hand in his and led you to his bed. He sat on the edge and made you stand in between his legs while his hands stroked up and down your thighs, exposed by the skirt you were wearing, just like he had asked.

“Can you take your panties off for me, sweetheart?” he questioned as he gazed up at you.

You swallowed thickly; you didn’t know if you were wishing you had heard him wrong or right. “W-what?”

“I have an idea in mind for today’s little session, if that’s okay with you.”

His touch brought you comfort, the way he rubbed his thumbs on the back of your legs, how he sweetly left a quick peck on your stomach to remind you he was going to be gentle and you couldn’t help but feel safe.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly brought them down until they pooled at your feet. He never took his eyes off your face as you kicked the garment somewhere in the room and it made a fire ignite inside you.

“C’mere,” he purred, aiding you with sitting on his thigh, your legs on either side of it.

“What does this have to do with bringing pleasure to someone else?” You whispered for the feeling of the cotton of his sweatpants pressing right against your bare cunt was already making you a nervous mess.

He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face and forced you to stare him in the eyes, “Do you trust me?”

The low and husky sound of his tone caused you to clench around nothing and you had to nod at his words, not really trusting your voice in that moment. He tsked and slowly shook his head, “I need words, doll.”

You swallowed thickly as you kept eye contact, “I trust you.”

He placed his forehead against yours and both of his hands fell on your hips, keeping you steady on his thigh.

“Then let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He began to move your body back and forth and a wet spot, caused by your arousal, was already visible on his sweatpants.

He was holding himself back from taking you right then and there as the sound of your gasps and whimpers of pleasures filled his ears; but this was about you and he wanted to see you fall apart from his touch only.

His lips started leaving soft kisses down your neck until they reached, once more, that spot that he had already claimed as his and he sucked on it, causing you to hold his head with one hand and rest the other on his shoulder to balance yourself. When a moan of his name left your swollen lips, he couldn’t help himself from groaning against your skin.

The moment he raised his head from your neck and looked at your unfocused eyes and parted lips, everything in him ached for more, to give you more, to see more, to be more.

“Just like that, angel,” he mumbled in your ear, the new nickname sending goosebumps all over your skin; “such a good girl.”

His hands caressed the exposed skin of your thighs and made their way up your skirt until they rested on your naked behind, squeezing it gently as he helped your movements. When the pleasure became too much, your head fell on his shoulder, whining in his ear and making him harder than he had ever been in his whole life. Your hips never stopped moving back and forth, faster and harder, when with one hand he grabbed your hair and forced you to raise your head; he smashed his lips against yours and thrusted his tongue in your mouth, exploring it and basking in the gasps that left your lips.

Pulling away from your inviting mouth, he almost came untouched at the sound of your whine caused by the loss of his lips. He placed two fingers on your bottom lip and you unconsciously gave him access to your mouth, your mind hazy from the pleasure.

“Suck my fingers for me,” he all but growled.

You did as he asked, sucking and licking his digits while your hands wrapped around his wrist to keep him from pulling away. Rafe gawked at you, the way you were basically deepthroating his fingers with half-lidded eyes, gazing at him with that innocent look, made him selfishly wish they were something else. His head was filled with mental pictures of you on your knees for him, sucking his cock just like you were doing his fingers, those fuck me eyes staring right into his soul as you make him feel good. However, it was about your pleasure in that moment, not his, and he was dying to see you come undone on top of him. He needed it like water in the desert and he had never felt so thirsty in his whole life.

The thought that he was the one that was making you feel good, that those sounds that were leaving your plumped lips were because of him, that the reason why you would come back home all fucked out was him, and not that tool of your boyfriend, was enough to make him officially insane.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a string of your saliva still connecting you to them, and brought them down to your exposed cunt. Finally, he was touching you, slowly rubbing your puffy clit and helping you see stars thanks to his experienced touch. He stopped himself from moaning at the feeling of your bare pussy under the pads of his fingers and focused on tracing circles on your bundle of nerves. Smirking at the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he claimed your mouth again.

When his leg began bouncing up and down, bringing you even more pleasure, you couldn’t keep it in anymore, moaning his name in his mouth as you came all over his covered thigh. You pulled away from him to take deep breaths as your cunt kept clenching around nothing and your whole body begged to be touched by him.

He placed his lips on the corners of your mouth, then your cheek, until they reached your ear. “Did that feel good, doll?” he asked cockily, knowing full well that you were panting and still lazily grinding against him for you craved that high again.

Yet, as much as you didn’t want to show him, you couldn’t hide the fact that you were a trembling mess on his lap. “‘s good,” you tried to choke out before burying yourself in the crook of his neck in exhaustion.

He hummed when you left a kiss on his exposed skin, without even realizing what you were doing. “Made such a big mess on my pants, didn’t you?”

“‘m sorry,” you knew your cheeks had to be beet red from the embarrassment.

He brushed some hair out of your face, caressing your head in the process, “don’t apologize. It was hot.”

With one hand, he brought one leg on his other side, making you sit right on the bulge in his pants with both of his palms grabbing the naked skin of your thighs. You all but gasped at the feeling of his covered, hard cock pressing right against you and he chuckled lowly at your reaction.

“Maybe it was a little bit too hot,” he continued.

You bit your bottom lip in thought, thankful that your face was still hidden in his neck; “do you want me to help?”

His eyes widened at your words, although he couldn’t lie that it wasn’t the only thought on his mind at the moment. The innocence laced in your tone could’ve made him burst without a touch and the thought alone of having even just your hand around him was making him even harder. But then again, it was about you right then, not him, it was always about you.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything,” he cooed, his hand on your head as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You snuggled closer into him, enjoying his warmth, his arms around you, his touch, him.

“You sure?”

He hummed and kissed the side of your head, such a simple act, but it caused thousands of butterflies come alive inside your stomach; was that still just desire?

The hand that wasn’t in your hair grabbed the plush of your bare thigh, sliding up to your ass until it fell on your hip and circled around your waist to keep your body pressed against his as he hugged you tightly.

“Are you okay, angel?”

You nodded in his neck and slid your hands from his shoulders to his midsection, wrapping your arms around him. He sighed and closed his eyes in blissful peace before he reopened them and the realization hit him: he didn’t want you to do anything in return, he only needed you.

Fuck.

That was nothing, right? He was your friend and he cared about you, that’s all it was. So what if he wanted to make sure you were okay? Or if he had this inexplicable need of hugging you close to him and to have you in his arms? And what if he felt like he had to protect you, to keep you safe in his embrace? That’s what friends do.

Friends. Really good ones.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that; seconds, minutes, hours probably. The only thing you knew was that neither of you seemed to care, drowning in each other’s arms. You kissed his shoulder or the side of his neck from time to time, his arms tightening around you each time, and he pressed his lips against your forehead in return, while his hands stroked the naked skin of your thighs or simply wrapped around you.

He breathed you in and, God knows why, he felt protected. After the talk you’d had the day before, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, your laugh, your smile, your interest in him, the way your eyes showed him that you cared about him and you didn’t want anything in return. He wasn’t only being impatient about having you a trembling mess for him, he had this strong need to hold you because he knew it would’ve made all of his problems go away.

And it did.

He had never felt like this about anyone and it scared him. What was he supposed to do? You had a boyfriend and, as much as he hated to admit that, he sounded like he was good for you, he was sure that he treated you better than Rafe ever could have, that he knew exactly what you needed to be happy, and Rafe wasn’t going to take that away from you. His weren’t feelings, it was just him wanting what he couldn’t have; that’s what he tried to convince himself of.

“Hey,” you finally spoke up, although the silence was so peaceful you were about to fall asleep right there on his lap. “It’s getting late.”

No, it wasn’t. You could’ve stayed like that for the rest of your life.

“Mh, I’ll take you home.”

You raised your head from the beautiful heaven it had been resting on to stare at him. “Oh. You don’t have to. I can just-“

“Bullshit,” he chuckled, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the universe, “I’ve got a car and a license, I’m not letting you go home all alone so late at night.”

And so you left the building with his arm around your shoulders, his sweatshirt covering your body as you both tried to ignore the stares from his housemates.

Sleeping had become optional for the both of you that night, especially for Rafe, who couldn’t get you out of his head. What had you done to him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you in his arms? Why did he want you to sleep wrapped around him?

He had to do something. He hadn’t been with someone else in weeks, he just needed to see another woman, to touch someone who wasn’t you and everything would’ve gone back to normal, right?

When two days after, a friday, a party was rumored to be thrown at the Delta Mu house, he was thrilled. Finally he had a chance to hook up with another girl. That was exactly what he wanted.

One hundred percent.

You, on the other hand, had never been more confused in your whole life.

No one had ever held you the way Rafe had done that night. He cherished you, he was careful of your feelings, of what you wanted, of you. He had gotten really good at his job, or anyway, better than he was before, so what was the point of prolonging your time alone together? No one was forcing him.

Unless he craved it just as much as you did.

Did he?

Did you?

—

Your boyfriend and your best friend had dragged you to that party, you didn’t feel like going. Everyone had seen you two days prior under Rafe Cameron’s arm and you really didn’t want to give them reasons to talk about you. But there you were, at the Delta Mu party and unconsciously looking for him.

Had that party been the reason why he said he was busy? Or was he actually doing something more important?

You took a sip of your drink and smiled at some familiar faces, trying to enjoy the music, the free alcohol and forget about what you had done the last time you had been in that place. And your strategy seemed to work, until your eyes landed on a scene you wished you had never had to see.

Rafe was sitting on the couch, a girl on his lap, the same way you had been days prior, as they made out like no one was around them. He seemed rigid, stuck in one position, while the girl didn’t stop her grinding against his crotch and it made you feel like the biggest idiot of the century.

Of course the mighty Rafe Cameron didn’t give a fuck about you or about your feelings, he was a player, always had been and always would be. That was why you hated guys like him, they made you feel special and then leave you when someone else came along.

Matthew was different. He wanted one person for the rest of his life and that was what you needed in your life: stability. Rafe couldn’t have given you that.

Why did you have to work with him of all people? You were glad his training was almost done and after that, he was out on his own, even though he would’ve still continued working with you. You deserved a break from him, he was too much, the most confusing man you had ever met. He was frustrating, irritating, impossible to reason with, to deal with.

Then why were your eyes burning at the sight of him with another woman?

—

“Morning, doll,” Rafe greeted with a smirk on his face as he entered the Cocoa Corner, less than twelve hours after you had been met with the sight of him eating a girl’s face.

He was wearing black sunglasses, probably more expensive than your whole wardrobe, a buttoned up shirt and dress pants and you hated how much handsome he looked.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave town today, Cameron?”

You turned around and resumed what you were doing, cleaning the coffee machine while he looked at you with a frown on his face.

“Yeah,” he admitted, uncertain, as he put the sunglasses on his head, “I wanted to say bye.”

“Bye.”

“What’s with the cold treatment all of a sudden?” he finally inquired as he circled the counter to stand behind you.

He grabbed your arm, forcing you to give him your attention.

“I’m trying to work.”

“And I’m trying to talk to you.”

His eyes stared right into yours and tried to understand you, to get what was going on in your head, but you didn’t give in.

If he wanted to play games, then that was what you were going to do from then.

You tried to shrug his hand off of you, “Are you going let me work? Some of us survive off of this, you know.”

He raised one eyebrow; when had you become so cold again?

“Tell me what’s going on and I’ll let you go.”

“Damn it, Cameron! Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Just tell me what I did and I’ll fix it, please.”

He was pleading. He was freaking pleading. You hated him, so much sometimes it consumed you. It was tearing you from the inside, and it was all just hatred.

“I don’t need your to fix it!” you snapped. “Leave me alone. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who are dying to be in my place, aren’t there?”

“Doesn’t mean I want them to.”

“Does it? Are you sure about that?” you challenged him, a look he had never seen in your eyes before burning in the stare you were giving him.

Oh.

“Were you at the party last night?”

Finally, he let go of your arm and you were able to cross both of them on your chest in annoyance. “What does that have to do with anything?”

He licked his lips and took his eyes off of you for a second before they fell back on your angry expression. “Because I think you saw me and I believe you’re doing this little act here because you’re jealous.”

You scoffed, incredulous at what he was saying. As if you could’ve been jealous of him.

“Keep dreaming, Cameron.”

“So you’re not jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

He nodded his head in thought and took a step closer to where you were standing. “Then you don’t mind if I hook up with someone tonight, right?”

“You can do whatever you want, Cameron; I don’t care,” you lied and it was not a secret to either of you.

He took another step, ending up caging you in between his body and the side counter, his arms on either side of you as he bent his head to close the distance between you.

“I didn’t say that’s what I want,” he exhaled, “What I want is way far from what I do.”

You gained that last bit of courage you had left to make eye contact as you spoke your next words, “Then what do you want?”

His lips had gotten too near to yours, dangerously close and, although it wasn’t the first time, the lack of distance felt different, heavier, more important. His nose brushed against yours as he dipped his head, almost touching your mouth, you could feel his heavy breaths fanning out on your slightly parted lips, so inviting he felt like he would’ve died if he hadn’t kissed them right that second.

“Hey! You two!” your boss’ voice pulled you apart, close to jumping far from each other at the startling sound. “Go back to work!”

“Sorry, May!”

“Yeah, sorry!” Rafe added.

She pointed at him with a questioning look. “Aren’t you supposed to be driving to your family emergency?”

“He was just going,” you interjected as you attempted at pushing him out of the building.

“And by the way, nothing is gonna happen with anyone tonight. I’m really going only for my family, no need to be jealous,” he tried to say while you kept kicking him out.

“See if I care.”

“But you do,” he turned to you, “You might lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. I’ll see you in a week, doll,” he spoke, taking your hand in his before walking away.

“Bye, Rafe,” you whispered when he had already left and your eyes fell on the ring he had placed in your palm when he was holding it.

He neglected to tell you that the reason why you had no reason to be jealous was because he had found out that he wasn’t able to touch another woman without thinking of you and no one could’ve compared.

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Baby's First Christmas

Jake & Shy!Wifey Masterlist | Main Masterlist

synopsis: it's Jake and Y/N's first Christmas as parents, and Jake isn't feeling the Christmas spirit like Y/N is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: bad grammar, fluff

“Why do I have to dress up?” Jake asked for probably the thousandth time since Y/N pulled out the red santa suit, beard and hat.

“Because it’s Alex’s first Christmas and I want him to take a picture with Santa Clause,” Y/N said, curling her hair in the mirror. It was Christmas Eve and Y/N’s sister had invited the whole family to the house for dinner, drinks and gifts. It was Y/N and Jake's first Christmas as parents and she wanted it to be perfect. Alex was only seven months old so he wouldn’t be able to know if anything went wrong or not, but Y/N would know.

“And your dad or Carson can’t but on the ridiculous-”

“No! It has to be you!” Y/N sighed, putting down the hot iron, “Alex won’t sit on my dads or Kayce’s lap. You saw how he acted when we took her to see Santa at the coffee shop.”

“Well he was a bit-” Jake shut up when you gave him a glare through the reflection of the mirror. He knew better than to start an argument with Y/N. Over the past year, her sass started to shine through, and Jake was proud to watch her become more confident with herself. Jake opened his mouth to say something just as Alex let out a cry, “We’ll discuss later.”

Y/N smiled to herself as she finished getting ready for the Christmas party. When she walked out of the bathroom, to the living room of their small on-base house. It wasn’t anything special, but Y/N managed to decorate it to the nines. Jake wasn’t sure where she managed to find all this Christmas stuff, nor where she managed to store it. But it made her happy, and he’d do anything to make her happy.

Y/N’s heart warmed in her chest seeing Jake holding Alex and looking at the ornaments on the tree. Alex was Jake’s twin through and through with big green eyes and light blonde hair. It had been an amazing journey to see how quickly Jake took on to the role of being a father. It kept him up at night thinking about the type of parent he would be. Would he be like his father? Cold and detached, demanding the best of his children at all times. Would his child grow up to hate him for being gone because of the Navy? Would he be around long enough to see his children grow old and have their own children? For those nine months while Y/N was carrying Alex, Jake read every single parenting book he could get his hands on. He asked some of his commanders and warrant officers for advice. None of it really made sense to him, but when he saw his son for the first time, it all became clear.

“Momma is staring at us again,” Jake whispered to Jake and kissed his cheek. Alex placed both his slobbery hands on Jake’s cheeks, a big gummy smile on his face “You ready? It’s cold out, and I don’t want him to sweat in the car seat and then go outside. That’s how kids get sick.”

“I am ready,” Y/N nodded, “I just gotta get the baby bag, the gift for mom and dad, Carson and Jenny, and the cookies for the kids.”

“All of that is in the car and it’s running,” Jake said.

“What would I do without you?” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips, “Can you put him in the car seat? I’ll grab the Santa suit.”

Jake rolled his eyes as she skipped back down the hall towards the bedroom, “Your mom is crazy,” He whispered to Alex and the little boy turned to face his father, showing him a gummy smile. Rip smiled at his son, kissing his cheek again and then going to put him in the car seat.

The Parker house was decorated from floor to ceiling for Christmas. It was obvious where Y/N got her love and passion for decorating, and it came from her mother. The moment they opened the front door of the house, the scent of fresh baked gingerbread cookies and ham filled the air. Jake had never really cared for big family celebrations but ever since he started coming around the Parker family, he started appreciating them more and more. His family celebrations were always so stiff and about who could brag the most about their latest promotion or accomplishment. The Parkers were all about warmth and happiness about being around one another.

“You can put the Santa suit on after dinner,” Y/N said as they walked through the front door, “While we’re cleaning up and setting up gifts, it will be perfect.”

“Yeah,” Jake said as he set down the carseat.

“Aunt Y/N, you’re here!” Y/N’s nephew, Tate yelled running up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Hey bud,” Y/N kissed the top of his head, “Have you grown again?”

“Probably,” Carson said, and greeted you with a quick kiss on your head, “Wakes up five inches taller than the night before. Where's the little man?”

“Jake’s got him,” Y/N said, nodding her head over to the living room where Jake was taking Alex out of her car seat, and Clara waiting for her chance at baby snuggles, “She acts like she didn’t just see him yesterday.”

“You know how mom is with her grandkids,” Carson chuckled, “She might’ve gone a tad bit overboard with the Christmas gifts.”

“There’s my favorite daughter!” James said as he walked into the entryway.”

“I’m your only daughter,” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, hugging her dad.

“Foods ready to be served whenever,” James said, clapping his hands together, “Where’s my grandson?”

Y/N was thankful to have her parents nearby and willing to help out with Alex. She knew that being in San Diego could change at a moment's notice, but she was going to soak up the time that she had here. Jake carefully watched as Clara handed his son off to James. Jake trusted the Parkers, but it was his inner father bear that had him watching every moment that Alex was in someone else's arms.

Slowly everyone made their way to the dining room table, which was decorated and covered with delicious food. Y/N knew her mom probably spent hours making everything and smacking her dad’s hands away from grazing on all of it while helping her. Jake helped pull Y/N’s chair out, while she got Alex situated in the highchair. Jake appreciated that James and Clara let the kids sit at the table with the adults. He knew that his parents would throw a fit if any of their grandkids tried to sit at the head table. The kids were always pushed into the kitchen, where one of the nannies his sisters hired would watch them, making sure they didn’t get too loud.

“So, Tate,” Carson said, taking a sip of his drink and looking up at Y/N with a glint in his eye. He knew of her plan to get Jake into the Santa costume and hopefully telling Tate outloud will help seal the deal, “I hear Santa is coming by.”

“He’s not real,” Tate answered and Jake looked at his wife with a shit eating grin, “I’m not five anymore.”

“See, he’s not five, and Alex is too-”

“You are putting on the damn Santa outfit,” Y/N harshly whispered to him, “If I have to stuff you in it myself, you’re putting it on.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Jake challenged and Y/N glared at him. Carson watched as the small stare down between his sister and Jake was broken up by Alex throwing a piece of bread on the floor. He could see that the whole Santa thing was somewhat bothering her, he knew her well enough to know how much Christmas means to her. Y/N had always been the one to hold onto those childhood dreams and fairytales a little bit longer than the average child. She still wished upon falling stars and believed in happy ever after.

“Act surprised when he gets here,” Carson whispered to his son, “For Alex.”

“Why?” Tate asked, “He’s just a baby.”

“Because it means alot to Aunt Y/N,” Carson said and then cleared his throat, “She really likes Christmas and wants things to be special for Alex.”

When everyone's bellies were full, the family retired to the living room, where they started opening gifts from the large pile underneath the Christmas tree. Y/N sat on the floor with Alex in her lap, helping him tear into the packages that Tate was handing them. He was having more fun sticking the wrapping paper in his mouth than trying to open the gifts. Both Clara and Jenny had their phones out making sure to take pictures to capture the moments. The men all sat back with drinks in their hands, talking about cattle and giving the occasional “oh that’s cool” when it was needed.

“Tate, why don’t you help Alex open the gifts from us,” Jenny said and moved down on the floor next to the kids, “Here, I’ll take him.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled at her sister-in-law. Y/N moved towards the couch where Jake was sitting, “I noticed you don’t have the Santa costume on,” She whispered to him.

“There’s no need to put the ridiculous suit on,” Jake said, sipping his whiskey, “She’s not going to remember it.” Y/N clenched her jaw as she looked at the ground, “She’s a baby. It can wait until-”

“It can’t wait!” Y/N yelled and the eyes of her family members looked at her. Y/N sucked in a breath to compose herself and stood up from the floor, “I’m sorry. It’s just. . . its tradition.”

“Y/N,” Jake called out to her, trying to grab her hand as she walked away. He sighed in defeat, running a hand over his face.”

“She believed in Santa until she was about fourteen,” James said quietly, “Might’ve been partially our fault. I suckered Ice into dressing up as Santa and coming to the house.”

Clara chuckled, “She probably knew he wasn’t real, but she’d always act surprised for the kids that were around. It’s just the type of person she is. She believes in things like the tooth fairy and Santa Claus and happily ever after. She has a fairytale soul.”

“I never realized how much it meant,” Jake answered, “I just thought it was something silly that she wanted to do for the kids.”

“Everything that girl does has meaning to it. She just doesn’t do things ‘just because’. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

“C’mere, Alex,” James reached for his baby grandson, “How are you this Christmas? How about we open this gift?” He reached for a box that was wrapped in Hawaiian christmas paper. Alex tore open the box, with help of course, and James lifted the lid, “Oh look, Alex! A pair of your very own aviators!”

Y/N was laying on her childhood bed, staring up at the ceiling where there was once glow in the dark stars that Carson helped her put up. James was livid and worried that they would pull the paint off the ceiling, but Carson assured him that it wouldn’t. The next person in this house who loved Christmas traditions besides you was Carson. The ten year age gap between the two of them, meant that Carson filled in the father figure role when James was gone on missions. There were some Christmases where James spent in the middle of the ocean. Carson would stay up to wrap Christmas presents with Clara, and would write in fancy handwriting ‘To who, from Santa’. He’d also eat the cookies, and leave “snowy” (which was actually flour) footprints by the fireplace as if good Ol’ Saint Nick had actually come down the chimney to leave gifts, even though they lived in southern California.

Y/N thought that overtime, her Christmas spirit would fade, but if anything it got stronger. Maybe it was because she had seen the ugly side of life, and craved the bright cheeriness that came with Christmas.

“Sweets?” Y/N heard Jake’s voice before she saw him. Y/N just sighed and listened to his footsteps walk over to you, “I’m sorry about the Santa stuff.”

“My dad tell you I believed in Santa until I was thirteen.”

“He said fourteen.”

“He’s a fucking liar. My cousin Zach told me on my thirteenth birthday that I can’t believe Santa was real anymore,” Y/N said and sat up from her bed, grabbing one of the stuffed bears on the bed and holding it in her lap, “I should be apologizing to you.”

“For what?” Jake asked, and sat next to her on the bed.

“I know the holidays aren’t your thing,” Y/N said and grabbed his hand. Her nervous habit was playing with his hands, “And I shouldn’t have pushed you so much into doing it.”

Jake smiled sadly at her, and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it, “The holidays are my thing because they are your thing. They make you happy, and anything that makes you happy makes me happy. Besides, Alex seems to love it.”

Y/N giggled and shook her head, moving closer to her husband. He wrapped his strong arms around her body, “You’re right, Alex won’t remember this. He’s spending more time shoving wrapping paper in his mouth than knowing what's going on.”

“But we will remember,” Jake said and kissed her cheek, “We will remember Alex’s first Christmas and that’s what matters.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, looking up at him.

“For what, sweets? I nearly ruined this shit.”

“For giving me the best Christmas present ever,” Y/N smiled up at him. He caressed her face and then placed a kiss on her lips. Y/N hummed into the kiss, and ran her fingers through his blonde locks. He moved Y/N in his lap, so she was straddling him, and he laid back against the bed. His hands roamed her body, going down to her hips. Their tongues moved against one another, Y/N being able to taste the whiskey on his tongue.

A knock on the door startled them as Y/N lifted her head up to see Jenny standing in the doorway, “Oh don’t stop on my account,” She had a smirk on her face and Y/N rolled her eyes, “But there’s someone here to see you.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and climbed off of Jake and the bed. Y/N walked down towards the living room and stopped in her tracks seeing,

“Santa?”

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” Santa said, standing in the middle of the living room. Y/N looked at her sister-in-law and Jake.

“Your dad made a call,” Jenny smiled.

“Dad!,” Y/N looked at her father who just shrugged, holding out Alex. She grabbed her child and walked towards ‘Santa’ who was sitting on the couch. Jake looked a bit confused as Y/N gently placed Alex in Santa’s arm, Clara taking pictures of every single moment.

Jake walked over to James, who was standing in the background, “Who did-” Jake asked, but heard Santa speak again, “Iceman?”

James shrugged again, “He lost poker last week.”

Jake shook his head, and then walked towards his family. James let out a breath in relief as he watched his family gather around to talk to “Santa”. Alex surprisingly didn’t cry when he was set on Santa’s lap, probably because he was too distracted by all the movement around him.

“Get together you three,” Clara said, grabbing Y/N’s phone from her, “I’ll take a picture.”

“Jake, sit on the other side of Santa’s lap,” Y/N said and he gave you a deadpanned look, “It’s for the memories, sweetheart.”

“Only for you, honey,” Jake gave her a fake smile as he carefully sat on Iceman’s other knee.

“Don’t break me Hangman,” Iceman whispered, “I can still make you run from here to North Island and back,”

“You wouldn’t-”

“It’s for the kid, don’t be a grinch! Smile!” Iceman said, looking towards Clara with the phone camera pointed at them.

“Okay, smile!” Clara said, “1. . . 2. . . 3!”

Y/N, Jake, and “Santa” smiled at the camera as Alex was still looking up amazed at Santa. Y/N took him from Santa’s lap and looked at the pictures her mother took.

“They’re perfect!” Y/N cheered, “Thank you so much, Santa.”

“No problem! Ho, ho, ho!” Santa said and James led him out the front door.

Jake put his arm around Y/N shoulders, “You know what they say about Mistletoe.”

She looked up above her head to see the green twig hanging above them. Y/N smiled and grabbed Jake’s face, bringing him down to her for a kiss, “Merry Christmas, Mr. Seresin.”

“Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Seresin.”

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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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Hi 👋. Can I have “enemies to lover” and “stuck together” head canons with Ran. They get handcuffed together by their friends. And are forced to spend the day together. And they both realize they aren’t as bad as they thought. Since they were only ‘enemies’ due to some misunderstandings. Maybe reader has to go through her schedule and Ran just in a forced to tag along. So they go grocery shopping, he sees her taking care of siblings, etc. Ran teases her a lot as well. Thanks!

— ran haitani // enemies to lovers // stuck together

[𖤐] haii i once again just cranked this out w/o thinkin abt it sawr. idk !! i am so tired rn i cant even tell if this is good but wtv lmk if its good or not lol. i hope you all enjoy xoxo !

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❥ when you felt something cold and metal click on your wrist as you were getting ready to leave school, you were certainly not expecting to come face to face with ran haitani, and you were especially not expecting for the thing around your wrist to be a pair of handcuffs, the other end being attached to his own wrist. when you glanced at the people next to him, you could only sigh, seeing his brother and your best friend grinning devilishly, (you swore you’d only seen that look on rindou’s face when he was beating someone up, which seemed unlucky for you somehow).

“can you guys stop fucking around and take these off? i have things to do.” “heyyy, that’s so mean to me, (y/n)! i’ll come by your place and take them off at the end of the day, but for now they’re staying on! you’ll thank me later!” “what?! get back here-! ugh, already gone…”

❥ you stood there for a few moments, wondering if you should just drag ran along with you and chase after the pair until they let the two of you go. you’re not really concerned about whatever is on ran’s schedule for the day, but you’re more worried about how you have to get all of my responsibilities done. you have to go to the grocery store, pick up tonight’s dinner, cook dinner, help with your sibling’s homework, do your own homework, and one of them ask for you to bake something for their school? that was also going to take time, but maybe-

“hellooo, earth to (y/n)? you there?” “yeah, i was just thinking. you heard of it?” “guys would probably like you more if you were cute instead of so aggressive, y’know~” “do you ever shut up about stupid shit for more than two seconds? you know what, don’t even answer that. i have stuff to do that’s more important than your stuff, so let’s go.”

❥ on the walk to the grocery store, you heard quite a number of complaints from ran about how ‘he’s a busy guy’ and ‘i’ve got stuff to take care of too!’, but frankly, you just dragged him along anyways. you knew that if there was anything seriously important on his schedule that he would probably be more serious, but given the teasing tone of his voice, you completely ignored him.

❥ walking through the aisles of the grocery store was a bit of a challenge given the special circumstances, especially with the fact that ran was like some kind of child, popping random snacks into the cart when you weren’t looking. it didn’t help that the two of you received some very strange looks, people whispering about god knows what as you walked by, (you could never come back here).

“what’s with all this stuff you’re getting anyways?” “for my siblings.” “you have siblings? how many?” “three younger; two brothers and a sister.”

❥ there wasn’t a whole lot of serious talking during the shopping trip aside from that, but you noticed that ran seemed very pensive when he learned that information. you probably would have thought about his sudden seriousness a bit more if you weren’t very eager to get out of this store, (though you had to admit, he was somewhat cute when he was serious).

❥ the walk to your home proved to be just a tad bit awkward; there wasn’t a whole lot of words exchanged between the two of you. you weren’t sure what you were even supposed to say given the situation, so you just decided to stay quiet, which is what ran had seemingly also decided. at least, until he suddenly spoke up.

“do you do this everyday?” “hm? yeah, on days when i’m not working.” “working? isn’t there some school rule that you can’t have a job?” “yeah, that’s why i work in yokohama.” “yokohama?!” “yep.”

❥ for the next few minutes there was no other words spoken, but he grabbed some of the grocery bags out of your hands, carrying a couple more bags than you were.

❥ this was one of the only times you had ever seen him this serious, and it was throwing you a bit off. he was usually the stark opposite of serious, so to see this new side to him made you wonder what he could be hiding. just a moment after you turned the idea over in your head, the teasing tone was back in ran’s voice.

“so, you’re finally able to be seen with me in public, hm~ how does it feel?” “what’re you talking about?” “just so you know, it isn’t cute to play dumb, sweetcheeks.” “um, seriously, what are you talking about?”

❥ you’re still unsure of how to feel about the words exchanged between the two of you during the rest of the walk; honestly, you had always disliked him because of the way that he disregarded the fact that he was quite privileged to be able to attend school and therefore almost never attended, but you’d never hated him for something small like that. and sure, maybe you thought it was stupid that he was always beating people up, but to be honest, it wasn’t exactly any of your business in the first place, so why would you care?

❥ he revealed to you in short time that he had been informed that you were embarrassed to be seen with him at all, which was why he disliked you, (you never recalled even thinking such a thing, so you were really questioning the source of his information).

❥ he’d even acknowledged the points you’d told him about school, ran even mentioning that he was trying to catch up on his studies so that he could maybe still graduate with the rest of the grade, (the amount of work he had missed was incomparable to any other student aside from rindou).

❥ you felt a little bit relieved when the two of you arrived at your house, entirely because you didn’t want to think too much about ran haitani right now. you have other priorities, and thinking about ran haitani can wait until later.

❥ when you opened the door and slid your shoes off, you could hear the pitter-patter of little footsteps running to the front door. your siblings all ran for you, wrapping themselves around your legs and hugging your side as they all talked at once.

“i missed you so much!” “school today was so boring, and at lunch-” “what’s for dinnerrrrr, i’m sooooo hungry!”

❥ despite all of the overlapping of the sentences, you still responded to each one of your siblings with patience and kindness, making ran’s heart skip a few beats, (he’s ignoring why).

❥ when your siblings asked about the boy next to you, you just said that he was ‘some guy from school’, but the teasing wink you sent his way did something to him. he had only ever seen the side of you that was always slightly annoyed with him, so this was truly the first time he had ever seen you even somewhat outside of this norm.

❥ he thought it was pretty nice :)

❥ he helped you set all the groceries on the counter, even taking them out of the bags and handing the cold items to you as you put them in refrigerator. the sudden change in the relationship between the two of you did feel a little bit weird, but it was somehow in the best way possible. as you cooked dinner, the playful banter between the two of you as he watched you cook and helped with prepping ingredients was honestly refreshing, which was something you never thought you would think about ran haitani.

“hmm, i bet i can shop a carrot faster than you~” “oh really? you realize i’ve been chopping carrots for a long time?” “you’re not the only one who cooks dinner around here, doll.” “okay then, you’re on!”

❥ maybe it was the fact that you were both older sibling’s, but you somehow felt like he was so understanding of the situation. despite the fact that the both of you were forced to be together after school, here he was, helping you cook dinner for your family and not trying to pull apart the handcuffs, (you had to admit though, it was a challenge to cook with only one hand).

❥ you also had to admit that seeing ran interact with your younger siblings during dinner completely warmed your heart; his charm was turned up all the way, but with the best intentions possible. he was indulging in all the random talk about their current interests and hobbies, and he even offered to teach one of your younger brothers how to skateboard!

❥ after dinner, you helped out with any homework you could while you did your own homework, telling ran off at the fact that he didn’t collect the homework assignments that he had missed in the past couple of weeks, (he took a couple looks at your paper and what you were working on, then immediately shook his head and said, ‘next time, maybe…’).

❥ after your siblings were asleep, the two of you even had a blast baking the brownies for your younger sister’s school event! at one point, he threw a handful of flour at you, leaving you covered in the white powder. you both stood there shocked, ran looking at you with a shocked look on his face as if he wasn’t expecting that outcome at all.

❥ and so went to get your revenge.

❥ your hand dipped into the container of flour throwing it right back at him, even going so far as to rub it all over his scalp so that his dark roots were now white. you were a bit unnerved by how good he looked when he was laughing, and how melodious his voice was, especially when he was calling your name- stop! what are you even thinking right now?!

❥ the fight eventually died down when the amount of space between the two of you was suddenly very small, both of you slowing down your actions and stopping, looking at each other, (was there some kind of drug in his gaze? why can’t you look away?)

“y’see somethin’ you like?” “w-what?! no! i mean, i was just, i wasn’t even-” “relax, relax, i’m just teasing. you should’ve seen your face though; it was pretty cute~”

❥ and with that, he just continued on with baking the brownies, acting as if what he just said was completely normal. somehow, this technique worked on you, since you also just pretended like nothing happened, though you didn’t step away when you realized the two of you were standing arm to arm at the counter.

❥ even though you were pretending that nothing had happened, you couldn’t deny the butterflies you felt in your stomach, courtesy of ran haitani of all people, (if somebody had told you this morning what would happen, you would have called them a bumbling liar).

❥ maybe being temporarily attached to him wasn’t so bad…

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hearteyesforjoel · 8 months

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Sweets

Summary: Baker!Reader wins Jackson!Joel’s heart with a basket of cookies. And a little something else.

MDNI 18+

warnings: fem!reader, unprotected p in v (do better than these characters and wrap it), light choking, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, quite the dirty talk, talks of food, mentions of pregnancy, general thirstiness for joel, aftercare, fluff

word count: 4.6k (oops)

Walking into the small bakery, you realize you’ll never get tired of the smell. Every morning when you step foot through the doors and head to the back, the scent of the baked goods from the ovens bringing you a sense of a comfort, warmth. Fresh baked bread, cookies, small pies. These things were luxuries. A delicacy during the apocalypse.

“Ah, Sweets, there you are!”, the voice coming from none other than Carl, the precious old man in charge of the bakery. When you first came to Jackson, it was difficult to adjust to the new way of life. On the days when you had trouble focusing, too nervous, too busy preparing for danger, Carl was there for you. A small, frail old man, Carl was a shoulder to lean on, always there to listen and comfort you through your worries. He almost reminds you of your own father, whom you’d lost along with your mother shortly after escaping from the daunting QZ walls. Ever since you’d started coming in for shifts at the bakery, Carl has been nothing but welcoming, treating you like one of his own.

“Morning Carl”, you said with a small smile on your face, sleep still evident on your face. As you walk to behind the counter, you place your jacket on the hook, right next to Carl’s. The ovens in the back warming the small building, a nice contrast to the slight chill Autumn day outside.

Carl hands you your apron, a comforting smile on his face, “You doing okay this morning, kiddo?”.

“I’m good, doing a lot better”, you say honestly. “Had dinner with Tommy and Maria last night, they actually asked me a wild question during dinner”, your voice carrying a knowing tone and raising your brows, eyeing Carl.

“Well spit it out, Sweets! You know I’m all ears”, Carl urges with curiosity written all over his face.

Taking in a deep breath, “Well, since Maria and Tommy are expecting, and Maria has basically been like a sister to me, they asked me to be their baby’s godmother! Can you believe it?”. The news was still shocking, yes, but it brought a type of comfort like no other. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this close to anyone, it’s almost scary. Ever since you came to Jackson, Maria talking you through the ins and outs of the commune, you knew this would be different. A place like this, you don’t always have to be on the lookout for threats. That idea though, it was just too hard to grasp. Recognizing this, seeing her past self in you, Maria took you under her wing. She became a sister to you, something you’ve never had. Eventually, when you became more comfortable with your surroundings, the two of you would have lunch together, which became dinners at the Millers every weekend. Only with the promise of a homemade sweet from yourself, of course. “We’re having dinner at their place again tonight, promised I’d bring over something sweet to celebrate”, you say with a real, genuine smile.

“Sweets, oh my, that’s such good news!”. As Carl spoke to you, you could see tears gathering in his blue eyes. He stands up straight, looking you in the eyes and putting a hand on your shoulder, “You have no idea how proud I am of you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget that.”

With a shaky breath, you smile and nod. “Never, Carl. Never.”

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Finally, after a busy afternoon of passing off loaves and sweets, you can finally take a breather. Leaning against the counter, you stare out the glass windows of the shop, enjoying the quiet of the moment. With a sigh, you begin to package up the batch of snickerdoodle cookies you baked personally for tonight’s dinner with the Millers. As you turn to place your goodies in a cute box, you hear the bell to the shop ring, letting you know your short break was over.

“Holy shit, it smells good in here!”. You snap your head to the owner of the voice, a young girl, around fourteen or fifteen. Wait, she looks familiar. Oh, you remember now. And you remember who she came to Jackson with. How could you forget?

There was a crowd near the gates, whispers coming from every direction.

“Isn’t he a Miller?”

“I heard he’s a friend of Tommy’s.”

“No, I heard he’s his brother!”

“What about the kid with him?”

Peaking through the crowd, you see Tommy and Maria, guiding a young girl, expletives already leaving her mouth, and older man through the sea of people. As they pass by your place in the horde of nosy neighbors, you see him. You really see him. And oh, oh my. You can’t help but to look at him from head to toe, taking in his ruggedly gorgeous being. Feeling your eyes on him, the mystery man looks up, meeting your gaze. His eyes leaving yours as quick as he met them, you feel your breath catch in your throat, electricity shooting yo your spine.

Who was he?

Shaking your head from the memory, you look back to the girl, “I’m sorry, can I get you something?”.

She raises her brows with a grin on her face, “Well, I actually came here for some bread, but now I kinda want whatever smells so fucking awesome right now.”

Letting out a small laugh, you gesture to the shelf full of the many types of breads, still warm from the oven. “How about we start with the bread and then I’ll sneak you some of the sweets from the oven, yeah?”

She sighs in absolute content, “Oh I already like you.” The young girl leans against the counter as you pack up her bread order, “I’m Ellie by the way, figured you should know my name since you’ll definitely be seeing me more often.” Ellie gives you a mischievous smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. You can call me Sweets, s’what everyone around here calls me”, you say with a kind expression.

Ellie raises a brow, “Sweets, huh? Why do they call you that?”

You beam at her, gesturing her to follow you to the back, “Come on, I’ll show you!”

As you guide her to the back of the small bakery, the smell of cinnamon invades your senses. Conveniently, the timer dings, letting you know your favorite recipe is complete. Putting on your oven mitts, you remove the fall favorites out of the oven, the heat from the oven warming your cold nose.

“Are those cookies? Holy fuck, these smell amazing. I’m taking some of these home, you promised me some sweets, Sweets.” She laughs at her own words, wiggling her brows.

You roll your eyes, biting back your amused smile. “Of course, Ellie. There’s plenty more, so let’s pack some up for you to take home, okay?”

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Later that evening after your day in the bakery, you’re walking to Tommy and Maria’s, hands occupied with the cookies you’d made earlier, placed neatly in a small basket. As you walk up the steps to the house you’ve become so familiar with, knocking lightly, you hear chatter coming from inside the house. Except, it’s not just Tommy and Maria this time. There’s a deeper, unfamiliar voice. The second voice, however, you know this voice. Wait a second, isn’t that-

“Hey, it’s you! What are you doing here?”, Ellie opens the door, eyes immediately darting to your basket of cookies.

Behind Ellie, you see Maria approaching, a hand on her small, growing stomach. “Sweets, there you are. And you brought my favorite!”

Maria opens the door wider and stepping aside, allowing you to step into the cozy home. From the kitchen, you hear Tommy shout, “Hey, Sweets! Come on, bring my goodie basket in here.”

You follow Maria to the kitchen, Ellie hot on your tail. “You know Tommy and Maria?”

Glancing at Ellie, you give her a small smile, “I should, I’m going to be their kid’s godmother.”

When you pass the threshold of the kitchen, you see him. Leaning against the island in the center of the kitchen, he’s wearing a green flannel and dark jeans, his face neutral.

That feeling. That electrifying feeling. Your heart skipping a beat as you make eye contact.

“Was wonderin’ when you were going to show up, girl”, Tommy leans in to give you a small hug. As he pulls away, he gestures to the mystery man. “Sweets, this is my older brother, Joel.”

Joel. Huh. Fitting.

Tommy moves to stand next to Joel, leaning against the island, “Joel, this is Sweets. She’s a close friend of Maria and I.” Joel looks over to you, his eyes quickly scanning over your figure, giving you a curt nod.

Putting a hand on your shoulder, Maria adds with a bright smile, “And as of yesterday, the future godmother to our baby.”

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were basically family?”, Ellie butts in, clearly thrilled to know she’d see you more often. It’s almost sweet. Even though you know it’s just because she now has more access to your baked goods.

You smile lightly, “It’s nice to see you too, Ellie.”

Across from you, Joel looks between you and Ellie, confused. As if reading his mind, Tommy chimes in, “You two already know each other?”

“We may have met, and I may have already claimed the bakery as my new favorite place”, Ellie smirks as she explains.

“Well, c’mon folks, dinner’s waiting at the table. Let’s get a move on!”, Tommy guides Maria into the dining room, Ellie close behind them.

You chuckle, placing the basket of cookies on the kitchen counter. Then you feel it again. It hits you, sending shock waves down your spine.

As you look up, you meet Joel’s gaze. Normally, you’re pretty good at reading people, but with Joel, it’s different. There’s just something about him. He breaks your eye contact, his eyes trailing down your body. Your breathing is getting heavier, your heart basically beating out of your chest. Thank god you wore your good jeans today, hugging your lower half in just the right way. As Joel’s eyes meet yours again, yours quickly shift down to his lips. You can only imagine how they feel, how they taste.

A loud laugh that could only come from Ellie breaks the tension between you and Joel. You quickly snap out of your trance and walk towards the dining room, Joel following.

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Usually, during your dinners with the Millers, your night is relaxing, content. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that you couldn’t get Joel’s lingering gaze out of your head. The tension between the both of you in the kitchen, was Joel thinking what you were thinking? You’ve only known him for about an hour and he’s already consuming your mind. You look at him from your place at the table, sitting across from you. On your left is Ellie, leaving Tommy and Maria at the ends of the table. Joel keeps his eyes focused on his plate, occasionally raising his gaze to Ellie whenever she drops and expletive, furrowing his eyebrows at her. As he sits across from you, you take a few moments to study him, really take in his appearance. The way his lips wrap around his fork, his broad shoulders hidden behind his flannel. As your eyes trail further down his seated figure, you focus on his hands. And oh. Oh. They look rough, callused, veiny.

Staring at his hands, you can feel that spark again. This time, lower.

All you can imagine now is how beautiful his hands would look as a neckla-

“Sweets, are you with us?” Maria pulls you out of your trance, your cheeks going pink.

You give her a light smile, “Sorry, just thinking about work. What were you saying?”

Maria gives you a knowing look, having caught you in the spell Joel had casted over you. “I was asking if you’re excited to be a godmother, to finally meet the baby.”

A genuine smile grows on your face, “Both you and Tommy know I’m ecstatic to meet my godchild. You know I’m going to spoil them, right?”

Tommy lets out a chuckle, “Oh I don’t doubt it one bit, Sweets. Speaking of, I can’t wait to devour whatever you’re hiding in that basket of yours.”

You let out a laugh, standing up from your chair and walking to the kitchen, “I’m already on it, Tommy.”

As you re-enter the dining room, you catch Joel’s eyes, his gaze only leaving yours to glance at your lips.

Holy fuck.

You place the basket of cookies at the center of the table, “I hope you guys like them, it’s a new recipe.”

“Hey, would you look at that. Snickerdoodle, Joel’s favorite!”, Tommy takes a generous bite of his cookie, looking over at Joel, silently urging him to grab a serving.

Beside you, Ellie groans in utter delight, “Oh fuck yeah! Dude, Sweets, you’re so stuck with me. Please, never stop feeding me.”

You huff out a laugh and give her a nod. This kid is pretty cool, don’t kids her age usually suck?

Movement out of the corner of your eye grabs your attention. Joel grabs a single cookie, hesitantly taking a bite. Closing his eyes for mere seconds, Joel, almost silently, moans from the taste.

You could definitely get used to those sounds.

Speaking to Joel for the first time, you ask, “So, what’s the verdict? The recipe up to par?”

He looks over to you, a small smile on his face. “I’d say so, darlin’. Keep it up, Sweets.”

Who knew snickerdoodle cookies were the way to the big bad Joel Miller’s heart?

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With bellies full and smiles on your faces, Maria walks you to the door, Joel and Ellie putting on their coats to head home as well. Holding the door open, Tommy pats your back, “Make sure to say hi to Carl for me, Sweets.”

As you step onto the porch, you turn to Maria, bidding her goodnight with a tight hug. That’s when you hear Tommy, talking quietly to Joel, mumbling a quick “make sure she gets home safe”.

Ellie follows you to the sidewalk, Joel not too far behind.

With a low voice, Joel instructs Ellie, “Go ahead and get home kiddo. I’ll meet you there.”

Speaking softly, Ellie replies, “Actually, I was hoping I could hang out with Dina for a while? I promise I’ll be back in a few hours.” She raises her brows expectedly, hoping to persuade her father figure.

Letting out a sigh, Joel looks to you before focusing on Ellie. “That’s fine. Just be safe, kid.”

The young girl jumps in excitement, with a quiet “yesss”, before making her way down the street.

Now, it’s just the two of you. That tension, that spark, it comes back, hanging heavily in the air. Joel clears his throat, “It’s gettin’ kinda late, let me walk you home.” He stares at you, awaiting your answer.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, trying to keep your anticipation at bay. “Yeah, uh sure, follow me. It’s just this way.”

The walk to your home was filled with comfortable silence, neither of you wanting to speak first. Stepping onto the porch, you turn to unlock your door, Joel standing behind you. Turning to him, you speak up first, “Thanks for walking me home. I uh, I- did you want to come in? I have a stash of coffee, I could brew some. You know, if you like coffee. If not, I could brew some tea-“.

“Sweets, I like coffee. Haven’t had a good cup in a while. Lead the way in.” He interrupts your rambling, surprising you with his acceptance.

Opening the door, you both step inside, hanging your coats on the hooks. Joel closes the door, eyes trailing down your figure as you make your way to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, you head to the cabinet hiding your stash of coffee, a luxury these days. Opening the cabinet door, you realize how high up you placed the coffee. Why did you put it on such a high shelf? Standing on your toes, you stretch your arm out, the coffee just out of reach. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your hip, a much bigger ah d grabbing the coffee from the shelf, placing it on the counter in front of you. Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it might burst. Even though he didn’t need to, Joel kept his grip on your hip, staying behind you, awaiting your next move. Finally, after taking a deep breath, you gather the courage to turn around to face him.

When you turn, his eyes meet yours, hand not leaving its place on your hip. Slowly, you grab Joel’s hand, sliding it from your hip to your ass. Within seconds, his eyes turn dark, his chest heaving as he breathes harder. Joel’s gentle touch becoming rough, one hand gripping your backside, the other coming to rest on your jaw. Giving him bedroom eyes, you bring your hands to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. Joel brings your face closer to his, nudging his nose against yours, “Tell me you want this too.”

You let out a breathe against his lips, looking into his eyes. “Please, Joel. Please.”

“No, Sweets. I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you need, darlin’.” He brushes his lips against yours.

He’s really going to make you say it.

With a deep gasp of air, you nearly whine, “Please, Joel. I need you to fuck me.”

Before you can even blink, Joel smashes his lips against yours, breathing you in. They’re just as you imagined. Chapped against yours, but it feels so good. You bring your hands to his hair, gripping his locks tightly. Catching you off guard, Joel bites your bottom lip. You whimper, allowing him to explore your mouth even further. The hand on your ass pulling you closer, bringing your hips together. With just his taste, you can already feel wetness begin to pool in your panties. Reluctantly, you pull away for air, “My room is just upstairs”, you say against his lips.

“Lead the way, baby.”

You grab his hand, walking up the stairs with Joel hot on your trail. Pushing open your bedroom door, you pull him inside, closing the door behind you. Joel moves to sit on the edge of your bed, patting his lap. Slowly, you bring yourself to straddle him, legs on either side of him. When you’re fully seated on lap, you feel it.

Oh.

He’s fucking huge.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you lightly grind on him, his cock growing harder by the second. Joel reaches out to grip your hips, urging you to continue. Bringing your hands back to his hair, you pull his lips to yours, needing to taste him again. He groans in your mouth as you grind down harder, raising his hips a bit to meet yours. Joel pulls away, breathing heavily, “Stand up for me, darlin’. I need you undressed when your grindin’ on me.”

Without having to be told twice, you stand up, stripping off your layers. When you’re left in nothing but your underwear, Joel stops you. He stands up, towering over your frame. Surprising you, Joel slides his hand up to your neck, gripping lightly, “I want you on the bed. Let me see how sweet you really are.”

Embarrassingly fast, you scramble to the bed, lying in the center. Joel’s eyes never leave yours, even as he begins to undress. His body is even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. Joel leaves his boxers on, beginning to climb over your body. You place your hands on his chest, spreading your legs to make room for him. Sliding your hands to the back of his neck, you pull him down to kiss you, but he stops to rest his lips against yours. “No no, Sweets. Let me get a taste of something else.”

Joel slides down your body, trailing kisses along the way. He leaves a wet trail, stopping at your breasts, sucking and nipping on each nipple. Your breathing gets heavier, whining as he brings you pleasure. Continuing his path, Joel licks and nips his way down your stomach, your hips raising in anticipation. Finally, he settles between your legs, leaving kisses over your thighs. Your breath hitches, your center growing wetter, surely leaving a wet patch on your panties. Gripping your hips, Joel holds you down, “Easy there, Sweets. I wanna take my time making you cum on my tongue.”

Fuck fuck fuck. Could he get any sexier?

Dragging your underwear down your legs, he tosses them somewhere on the floor, out of sight. Joel settles between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. You’ve got to be dripping onto the sheets at this point. Feeling his breath on your pussy, you grip the sheets in anticipation. Joel locks eyes with you, his tongue diving between your folds. You jolt in pleasure, moaning into the warm, sticky air of your room. Joel swirls his tongue around your clit, wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking. You arch your back, breathing heavily as moans flow from your mouth. Out of instinct, you bring your hands to his head, gripping on his greying locks. Mind too foggy to keep your eyes on Joel, you mewl out when you feel his large finger slips inside you. As he pumps his digit inside of you, he continues to pay extra attention to your clit. With ease, Joel slides another finger inside, angling them in a ‘come hither’ motion. Hitting the soft spongey spot inside of you, you nearly scream out in pleasure, surely waking your neighbors. “Joel, I- fuck, oh my god I’m gonna cum!” Pulling his hair, you jolt in your bed, legs squeezing his head between your thighs. It hits you like a bolt of lightning, your orgasm sending shock waves from your pussy to every inch of your body. As you come down from your high, you loosen your grip on his hair, legs falling off his shoulders and onto the bed. Your chest is heaving as you breathe heavily, Joel making his way back up to you. He places his hand on your face gently, bringing your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips.

Joel pulls away, eyes locking onto yours. “Fuck, darlin’. You definitely live up to your name”, he says with a smirk on his face.

What a cheeky little shit.

Raising his frame from your body, Joel slides off his boxers, finally exposing himself to you. And fuck was he huge. His tip, angry and leaking with precum, making your mouth water. You lift yourself up, grabbing his girthy cock with your smaller hands slowly moving them up and down. Joel groans at the contact, twitching in grip. “Sweets, as much as I want your mouth on me, I need to be inside you. Now.” Biting your lip, you hold back a whimper as you obey his command, lying on your back, opening yourself up for him. Situating himself between your legs, Joel slides a hand up your leg and towards your center, spreading your lips for a better look at your already soaking pussy.

“Joel, please. I need you so bad, it hurts”, you nearly whine, raising your hips to chase his thick fingers.

Groaning, Joel grabs his cock, ever so lightly teasing your clit with his tip. You wrap you legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s still not enough though. Reaching for his much larger hand, you lift his fingers that were once in your cunt to your mouth, sucking on his digits. Above, Joel swears, grabbing his cock and sliding into you slowly with ease. He’s so fucking big. Loudly, you both moan in unison, the feeling of him inside you heavenly. Nearly collapsing over your body, Joel leans over you, arms on either side of your head, locking eyes with you. While letting you adjust to his size, Joel brings his lips to yours gently, a stark contrast from his earlier kisses. Pulling away for air, you grab Joel’s wrist, bring his large hand to wrap around your neck. Eyes turning dark, Joel lightly squeezes, extracting a breathy moan from your lips.

Staring into his dark brown, almost black lustful eyes, you whisper to him, “Ruin me, Joel.” That was all he needed to hear. Pulling almost all the way out, Joel thrusts back into you slow and hard, keeping his hand on your neck. You slide your hands up his back, grasping for dear life, your nails marking his skin. You’re both breathing heavily, drunk on each others bodies. Joel begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the bed frame knocking into the wall with how hard he’s fucking you. With every thrust, you let out a little ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, your whimpers beginning to grow louder and louder, his cock going deeper and deeper. Reading your body like a book, Joel moves the hand on your neck to your clit, rubbing tight little circles to match the pace of his hips. Your back arches, legs tightening around his hips, “Joel, oh my god, please, I’m so fucking close, don’t fucking stop.” The pleasure so good, it brings tears to your eyes. As you turn your head to the side, hands moving to grip the sheets in desperation, Joel moves his lips to your ear, barely whispering, “Come on, Sweets. Cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

His dirty words being all you need, sending you over the edge. Electricity shoots through your body, your center tightly squeezing him as you nearly scream his name in absolute bliss. You feel Joel’s cock twitch inside of you, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. He begins to groan louder with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips so tightly they’re sure to leave a bruise. Gripping the sheets tighter in your hands, you bring your hips to meet his, working him to his pleasure. While still riding out your high, you whimper, “Fuck, Joel, inside me, fill me up, please. I need it.” Your words going straight to his cock, you feel him twitch deep inside, his seed spilling inside you as he growls with pleasure. Slowing down the pace of his hips, Joel loosens his grip on you, eventually his thrusts stopping completely.

Joel slowly pulls out of you, both his and your cum dripping from your center. While trying to catch his breath, he lies next to your sweaty body, the room now humid and smelling of sex. Too busy trying to control your breathing, you don’t realize Joel leaving the room, coming back with a towel to clean you up. As he cleans between your legs, you jolt, overstimulated and sensitive. Sweetly, Joel leans over and kisses your forehead, “I know darlin’ I know. Just let me get you cleaned up.” Once he’s gotten you cleaned up, he returns to the bed, bringing the duvet to cover your spent bodies.

You turn on your side, Joel behind you, bringing his muscular arm to wrap around your middle. Still in a slight daze from your activities, you intertwine your fingers with his, keeping him close. Joel leans forward, leaving small kisses from your neck to your shoulder, “Let me take you on a date, Sweets.” You barely hear him, his voice coming out soft and almost timid.

Tilting you head back towards him, you give him a small smile, seeing a slight blush on his cheeks.

“After tonight, I’ll let you take me anywhere.”

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Could you do a Lance blurb where reader and Genevieve are released to go home from the hospital and without reader knowing that Lance, the girls, Scotty and Chloe along with Lance and reader's parents have planned a surprise welcome party for the new member of the Stroll family

Cw: postpartum

"Do we have the cakes mummy likes?", Margot asked your mother as she set the cups on the coffee table, "she did ask for them in the hospital but the nurse said they were out of them by the time they got to her room".

"We do, grandpa got them from the pastry shop this morning", your mother smiled.

"Lance just texted me saying they're leaving the hospital now, so they'll be here in about twenty minutes, give or take", Lawrence said before he helped you father with the balloons, "they look so pretty!", Addalynn beamed, "Mummy is going to love it! Genevieve can't see much yet, can she?".

"No, princess - she can see big blurry things but they're not clear to her yet, with time she'll see just as well as you do, though", Claire-Anne assured, helping your mother bring the plates to the coffee table.

"We need to make the sofa comfy for mummy and Viv - yesterday mummy had to have pillows on her back because it was hurting on he tummy", Margot recalled, asking her older sister for help in bringing the fluffiest blankets and pillows from their bedrooms.

"Do you think that will be enough?", Addalynn wondered as Margot fluffed the blankets, "hopefully yes - and daddy also brought the other blanket for the baby so I think it's fine", Margot smiled.

The sight of your home after spending the night in hospital after giving birth to your babies was always a relief. Despite not having had any issues in hospital - and frankly, being a bit scared because you didn't have all the doctors and nurses around to help -, being home was bliss and you couldn't wait to fully embrace the newborn bubble at home.

Scotty and Chloe seemed to run a little late, getting their kids out of the car just as you got out of your own with Lance's help, "you didn't tell me we we're having visits", you noted.

Lance let out a small chuckle as he got Genevieves out of the car, "before you get scared or jumped on, my parents and your parents are inside with the girls and they organised a small afternoon tea like situation - it's just food and drinks, and they said that we just need to say the word if we need then to leave", he defended the whole situation, "Chloe is late as usual".

Scotty and Chloe stepped closer to you, their kids hugging your legs softly, "hi, auntie Y/N", they greeted.

"Since you're here, can you help with the hospital bags, please?", Lance requested as Scotty promptly got the bags from the cartrunk and headed up to the door.

"We bring guests and the guests of honour", Chloe announced as everyone got up to welcome you home, speaking softly as your babygirl was still asleep in the car seat.

"Oh, look at how sweet she looks", Lawrence cooed as they made way and room for you to sit on the sofa.

"Please, honey, sit down", your father encouraged, "you just gave birth to a baby and you should rest", he smiled, kissing your forehead, "I care about and love your girls tremendously, but you're still my babygirl", he whispered and winked.

"You didn't have to do this, but thank you for being here", you said as you arranged the pillows to accommodate you, letting Addalynn and Margot get cuddles from you, "we also have your favourite cakes, grandma Y/M/N has them in the plate there, and grandma Claire-Anne also made that pasta bake we really like, but she said that's for dinner", Margot offered gently.

Genevieve stirred on the carrier, bringing Lance to take her out and let her cuddle into his chest before needing to change her diaper. After you fed her, your babygirl was carefully passed around her family who had gathered to meet her.

"Are you feeling okay?", Lance asked once he got to sit down next to you, "I am", you held his hand on your lap and kissed his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, "she's so loved", you cooed as you looked at the attention your youngest daughter was getting, the older kids busy in the playroom since they knew they couldn't be too loud in the living room.

"She is", Lance checked before grabbing some food for you, "I noticed you eyeing them up earlier", he nudged, offering it to your mouth, "delicious?", he giggled, kissing your cheek as you carried on eating.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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crazyunsexycool · 5 months

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My little love

It's Christmas!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 7.2K

Warnings: FLUFF CITY BABY!!!!!!! Little bit of tears but they're happy ones.

A/N: Finally our sweet Angel and Sweet Boy get to celebrate their first Christmas. I was so excited to write this and just give our favorite Barnes duo the love and happiness they deserve. I hope you all like it and happy holidays!!! Also see end of bottom of the post for some explanations on certain gifts....

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It was your favorite time of year and you couldn’t wait to share it with Charlotte and Henry. The year had its ups and most definitely its downs. It was definitely time for some holiday cheer. You wanted to make sure that everything was just perfect because it was also Lottie and Henry’s first Christmas. Although the kids were excited they still weren’t sure what they were celebrating. Lottie heard the word present and she was on board with the holiday immediately.

The first thing you needed to do was go shopping for decorations and a tree. You and Bucky took the kids to a tree farm first to pick one out.

“This one, mama?” Lottie pointed at a tree that was not much taller than her.

“I think that one is too little, Sweet Angel. We need one as tall as daddy and Steebie.”

“Is so big.”

You chuckle as you slowly walk around the trees. “It is big but we have a big living room.”

“T-wee goes inside?” She looks up at you with huge curious eyes.

“Yes, and we get to make it pretty with decorations and the presents go under the tree.”

“I get pwesents?”

“Of course you will. So will bubba and daddy.”

“An mama and Steebie?” She asks.

“Yes. Everyone gets presents.” You crouch so that you’re eye level with her. “The best part is getting to buy presents for everyone. Are you gonna get bubba, daddy and Steebie presents?”

Her eyes light up at the thought of getting her favorite people presents. Charlotte was a gift giver at heart.

“Yes, can buy pwesents.”

“Then we can have a mommy and Lottie date.”

“Yay.” Lottie bounces in place and giggles.

“Hey Sugar.”

“Yes?”

Bucky’s head pops out of one of the rows and smiles in your direction. “Henry found one.”

Lottie gasps and she runs towards Bucky, who catches her and lifts her up in the air. She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck when Bucky settles her on his hip. You catch up and take his hand so that he can lead you to the tree Henry has found.

****

“Are you lost honey?” A worker asks Henry.

“No ma’am, my daddy just went to call my mama to show her the tree I found.”

“Well it’s a very lovely tree. I’m sure she’ll love it. Are you excited for Christmas?” She gets down to his level and smiles.

“Yeah, it’s mine and my sister’s first Christmas and mama says we can bake and decorate cookies.”

“Well your first Christmas is the most special. I’m sure you’ll love it.” She says before looking up at you and Bucky. Her eyes go wide when she recognizes both of you.

“Thank you.” You tell her before turning to Henry. “Ok bubs, where is the tree?”

“It’s this one.” He points over his shoulder with his thumb.

You take a step back and look at it, giving a little hum.

“Mama is a big t-wee.”

“It is.” You nod as you do a little walk around it. Henry anxiously awaits for the verdict. “I think it’s perfect.” You smile at him.

“We’ll take this one.” Bucky tells the worker. “Do you deliver?”

“Yes sir. Where would you like the delivery to be?”

“The Avengers’ tower.”

She gapes at Bucky before quickly nodding and tagging the tree as sold. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what are the kids' names?”

You and Bucky look at each other, a bit reluctant to answer.

“We make ornaments with names on them and seeing as it’s their first Christmas I thought they should have one each.”

“Henry and Charlotte.”

“Ok. You can meet me in the front in a few minutes. There’s also a hot chocolate bar by the entrance if you’d like to wait there.” She says and makes a quick exit.

****

The four of you sit at a picnic table drinking some hot chocolate and waiting for the worker that helped you.

“Careful Doll, it’s really hot.” Bucky says as he sets Lottie’s cup on the table.

“Is kay, I wike it.”

“Just blow on the hot chocolate a little bit. We don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“Kay.” She says before pursing her lips and blowing on her drink.

Bucky takes a seat across from you, smiling as you enjoy this small moment of family time. Since finding Charlotte all you and Bucky wanted was to be able to go out together and show her, and then Henry, all the good things the world had to offer. Henry and Lottie talk amongst themselves and giggle as they watch people trying to move trees around. Soon enough the worker that had helped you stops by your table.

“Here you go.” She holds out three clear boxes that hold one ornament in each. “Everything is set for delivery.”

One had Henry’s first Christmas and the other had Charlotte’s first Christmas. The third was a surprise, it had The Barnes family’s first Christmas.

“Merry Christmas.” She says and waves at the kids before stepping away again.

You smile as you look at the ornament and then hand it over to Bucky so that he can see it as well.

“It’s perfect.” He murmurs before looking up at you. “We should go.”

You nod and you all finish your drink.

****

“Wow.” Henry says under his breath as he takes in all of the colorful Christmas lights and decorations everywhere. It’s like he was in a trance. You had to grab his hand to avoid him bumping into people and things.

“Careful bubs. Alright, now we have to do the second most important thing.”

“What mama?” Lottie looks up at you before she turns to look around the store.

“We have to pick out everything we need to decorate.”

“Can help?”

“Of course you can sweet Angel.”

“Uppies dada?” Lottie stretched her arms out and did grabby hands. It was unusual for her to get tired so quickly but it had already been a busy and exciting morning.

“Big uppies, Doll.”

Bucky grabs her and settles her on his shoulders so that she can see everything. Lottie’s eyes go wide as she looks over the crowd.

“Alright, let's get some decorations. First stop is the Christmas lights.”

****

There were boxes upon boxes of Christmas lights and bows and ornaments. It was starting to feel like a lot but at the same time not enough. The kids decided they wanted every color for the decorations and you wouldn’t deny them that. You even picked out a small fake tree that could go in their room. As the four of you walked through another aisle Lottie stopped in her tracks and gasped before rushing to a shelf and grabbing a box.

“Wook it. Is a goat!” She shrieked. “Can habe it? Pwease.” She clutched the box to her chest and looked up at you and Bucky.

“Of course you can, Doll. But…” Bucky had moved toward the same shelf. “Goats need friends so let’s take another one ok?”

Charlotte was practically vibrating with excitement as she held onto her inflatable Christmas goat. Henry just giggled as she babbled about how cute it was.

“Alright. I think we have everything we need. Charlotte, can you put the goat in the cart please?” You say as you look over everything you’ve grabbed.

“Mama, is my goat.” She whines at the thought of giving it up.

“Sweet Angel, we just have to pay for it and then I’ll give it back. You can hold it in the car too.”

Lottie pouts but holds up the box she’d been holding for the last half hour.

“Thank you, baby.”

Once everything was paid for and put away in the trunk of the car the four of you finally went home to rest.

The goat sat in Charlotte’s lap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The tree is delivered bright and early. After breakfast you get to working on decorating. Of course Bucky, Henry and Lottie are very excited to help. Steve is even recruited to help by the kids. At the store the previous day you had bought them Santa hats and Charlotte and Henry ran around with them on.

Christmas music played as Bucky put the lights on the trees and you organized the ornaments. With the help of the kids you decorate around the living room. The inflatable goats were placed outside by the door at Lottie’s insistence.

Once the lights were ready it was time to decorate the tree. Henry and Lottie were bouncing all over the place with excitement as they ran around the tree and hung ornaments anywhere they could reach. The three ornaments you had been given were neatly placed front and center. Seeing them there made you tear up a bit. Bucky kissed your temple as he admired them.

“It’s kind of insane isn’t it?” He murmurs.

“After all we’ve been through? Yeah. But I’m glad I get to celebrate with you.”

Bucky’s smile is soft, eyes full of adoration as he looks down at you. He gives you another quick kiss before stepping away.

“Alright now the most important part of the tree-“

“The pwesents?” Lottie interrupts Bucky. Everyone chuckles at her excitement.

“No. The most important part is the Star.” Bucky says as he grabs the star out of the box. “Who wants to put the star at the top?”

“Bubba do it.”

“Henry, wanna do the honors?”

“Yeah.” Henry grabs the star and stares down at it with wonder.

“Ok, let’s get you on my shoulders bubs.” Bucky nods at Steve who grabs Henry and has him stand on Bucky’s shoulders.

Carefully, Bucky moves towards the tree and gives Henry time to place the star right at the top. You record the whole thing and cheer Henry on once the star is set in place.

“Doll, come do the honors and turn on the lights.”

With Bucky’s help she plugs in the tree.

“Wow.” Charlotte says under her breath. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of the finished Christmas tree.

You, Steve and Bucky stand in the middle of the living room and admire the completed room before some sniffles get your attention. When you look at the kids you find Lottie wiping away tears and Henry shifting between solid and translucent.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he looks between both kids.

The question seems to be what breaks the floodgates.

“Is so pwetty.” Lottie hiccups and runs to Bucky who catches her and holds her close.

Henry quietly moves to your side and lets you pull him in for a hug.

“What’s going on bub?”

“I love it, everything is so nice. I never wanna go with the bad guys again.”

“Oh my sweet boy. Daddy and I will never let that happen.” You squat down to be at his eye level.

“I know.” He hides his face on your shoulder as he hugs you. “I just want it to be like this all the time.”

“We’ll see what we can do.” You smile up at Bucky and Steve.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“What moobie mama?”

“A Christmas one of course.”

~~~~~~~~

The whole team stood in a private section at Rockefeller center. It was the night for the tree lighting event. Tony had always been given an invitation but always declined. This year though everyone was there, including the kids. Your dad, Luke, Molly and Olivia were also there.

“Make sure the kids keep these on.” Tony held his hand open to you, revealing three pins.

“What are they?”

“I made them for them. It’s to prevent the paparazzi from getting pictures of them.” Tony explains. “I thought it’d be good to give them a little more protection.”

“You’re amazing. Thank you Tony.”

Tony shrugs but gives you a pleased grin before you turn and call the kids over. Each of them gets a pin placed on their coat. It gives you a little piece of mind that their faces won’t be out there just yet.

As the show starts Bucky stands behind you, his arms wrap around your waist. Lottie, Henry and Olivia stand at the edge of the private section and dance along with the music. When it’s time to finally light the tree Charlotte is on Bucky’s shoulder. Olivia is sitting on Luke’s shoulder and Henry is standing by your side. You all watch as the tree lights up. Everyone cheers and talks amongst themselves. It’s perfect timing because it starts to snow lightly.

“Hey kitten.” Ed says as he walks up from behind you.

“Hey dad.”

“I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

Ed raises an eyebrow in your direction. “Careful missy, I can still put you in time out.”

Henry looks up between you and your dad and laughs.

“Whatever you say old man. What were you thinking about?”

“The forecast says it’s going to be snowing soon up toward the cabin.”

“Really?” Your eyes light up. Now this is a family tradition you’d love to share with the kids.

“Yup. I was thinking of leaving tomorrow morning and getting everything set up. This year has been really tough on all of us. Maybe it’d be good to spend some family time together. Get these kiddos used to some family traditions.”

“That would be amazing. We can definitely be there.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

“We should get going, it’s getting late.” You give him a quick hug. “We’ll see you up there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was only a few days later when you showed up at the cabin. Snow had started to fall just as Bucky parked the car. With any luck there would be enough snow on the ground to let the kids play outside and maybe build a snowman or make snow angels.

The door opens before you’ve even made it up the porch steps.

“Gwandpa.”

“Grandpa.”

Both Charlotte and Henry exclaim as they rush to hug your father.

“Hey there kiddos.” He hugs them both before looking up at you. “Hey kitten, Bucky. How was the drive up?”

“It was good.”

“Good, good. Let’s get you in here before the cold snaps your toes off.”

Lottie screams at that and runs inside, exclaiming that she doesn’t want an owie on her toes. You all chuckle before Bucky tells you he’ll get the suitcases and that you should go in.

“Finally.” Josh announces and he gets up from the couch to embrace you.

Ever since the team found you and brought you back your family had been more present than ever. Sofia and Joshua, who lived in the city due to being in college, came around the tower the most. There seemed to be some sort of underlying guilt but mostly it felt like they were trying to make up for lost time.

“Sibling hug.” Sofia announces as she hugs you from behind.

The hug is finished by Luke who somehow managed to wrap his arms around both twins with you in the middle. You giggle like a little girl as they finally pull away.

“Hey, Molly.” You greet your sister in law.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Auntie So-So.” Lottie pulls on Sofia’s sweater. “Can make bwaid?” She runs her little chubby fingers through her much longer raven hair.

“Of course I can. How about I give you and Oli matching hairdos?”

“Yeah.” Lottie jumps up and down and darts toward the room the kids will be staying in.

Bucky walks in with all of the luggage under his arms.

“Let me help you with that.” Luke offers and takes the kids' suitcases. “The kids will be in the same room as last time and you’ll be in Y/N’s old room.”

You and Molly move to the couch as Bucky and Luke disappear further into the cabin.

“So how is their first Christmas going?” Molly asks.

“It’s going great but I’m constantly fighting the urge to do more. I feel like it’s not enough but I also don’t want to overwhelm them.”

Molly hums in agreement.

“I just want it to be special, you know.”

“I do but don’t worry about it too much. Those kids adore you and Bucky. Anything you do with them will make Christmas special.”

“You’re right. We have a whole lifetime to fit in everything we can do during the holidays.”

Ed takes a seat on his recliner while Bucky and Luke take a seat next to you and Molly.

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” Bucky asks.

“Lots of fun.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hold on, Doll. You too Olivia.” Bucky says as he settles a skate mate in front of each of them.

Bucky held on to the front of the skate mate as he walked them through what they needed to do. Luke was behind them, making sure they wouldn’t get hurt but also encouraging them. You were further up in the rink with Henry. He was a quick learner and not afraid of falling. Soon enough he was gliding easily along the ice, holding your hand as you did a lap.

“Did you skate a lot when you were my age, mama?”

“Yup. Grandpa used to take me to this ice rink, just the two of us. We would skate for hours.” You smile down at him.

“Do you know any tricks?”

“I do and I’ll show you.”

You pick up a bit of speed and do a few tricks. It’s a bit easier doing them now with the serum. You call Henry over and show him your jumps and soon enough he’s doing them too. The music changes to something more upbeat and the lights flash and bounce to the rhythm.

“May I have this dance?” Your dad stops right beside you, his hand stretched out for you to take.

You smile and let him lead you around the mostly empty rink. It was just like when you were little. Your laugh filled the space as Ed turned and dipped you. Soon enough Bucky was doing the same with Lottie and Luke with Olivia. You skated over to Henry and took his hands, leading him around the ice the same way your dad did. Everyone was partnered up and a new tradition was born.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning after the ice rink was perfect. It had snowed all night long providing the perfect amount of snow to be able to play outside. Once the kids heard about the plans for the day, breakfast was a quick affair. Dressed in their warmest and waterproof clothes Henry, Lottie and Olivia head outside.

You make sure to take videos and pictures of them playing in the snow. There’s laughing and yelling and everything a kid’s Christmas should be.

“Auntie Y/N.” Olivia calls you shyly.

“Yes Oli?”

“Can you help me make a snow Angel?”

“Of course sweetheart. Let’s find a good flat spot.” You take her hand and walk a little bit further from the main entrance and help her lay down.

“Mama what you doing?” Lottie asks as she watches you.

“We are making snow angels. Wanna make one?”

“Yeah.” She does her best to run but the snow is slowing her down.

Henry soon joins too and you teach them how they should move their arms and legs. A few minutes later the three snow angels are done and you take a picture of those too.

****

“Don’t let him see you ok?” You whisper into Henry’s ear. He’s giggling uncontrollably as you hand him a snowball. “Don’t let him hear you either.”

Henry nods and disappears. The only trace of him are the footprints in the snow but they’re surprisingly light. From your own hiding place you watch as Luke walks out of the cabin and stands on the porch. He had been the only one to stay inside while everyone played. The whole family was in their spots and waiting for just the right moment.

“Molly?” Luke calls out after not seeing his wife. “Olivia?”

“I feel bad.” Molly says.

“Don’t. He planned plenty of these surprise attacks on all of us.” You murmur.

You hear the snowball hit him, right in the face too. Henry reappears briefly and laughs before there are snowballs flying from all directions. Luke, Bucky, Josh and Henry take it very seriously and soon enough the four of them are in a proper snowball fight. Teams have been formed and snowballs are flying from one side of the yard to the other nonstop.

You, Molly, Olivia and Lottie decide to make a snowman instead. It takes a bit of explaining from you and Molly so that the girl will understand that the snowman will not come to life like in the Frosty the snowman movie. They’re slightly disappointed until Ed and Sofia walk out with hot chocolate for everyone.

You sit on the stairs with Bucky pulling you in closer. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed pink and his smile is beaming. He kisses your temple before taking a sip from his mug.

“So what do you think so far?” You whisper.

“I couldn’t ask for anything better. Hopefully we can do this next year too.”

You smile and nod before looking at everyone on the porch, grateful for this moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bucky where are we going?” You ask as Bucky leads you down to the entrance.

“I told you Sugar, it’s a surprise.”

“What about the kids?”

“Eddie, Sofia and Josh were taking them into town for some shopping and dinner.” He tells you as he grabs your coat and holds it out for you to wear.

Bucky looked amazing in his dark blue sweater and jeans. His hair which was just below his ears was pulled into a small man bun. He had also picked out your own outfit since he didn’t tell you where he was taking you. Much like his own outfit you had on your warmest sweater and a pair of jeans. Bucky also made sure you had your gloves and a scarf.

“Let’s go before it gets late.” Bucky opens the door and lets you go first.

The sight before you takes your breath away. Sitting on the front lawn of the family cabin was a beautiful red sleigh led by two black horses.

“How did you do this?”

“Luke helped me out. He’s on his own sleigh ride with Molly. Said it was tradition.” Bucky says as you both walk to the sleigh. “Do you like it?”

“Bucky this is the best surprise.” You turn and smile at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sugar.”

Bucky helps you up and you place the blanket that was waiting for you on yours and Bucky’s lap. He takes the reins and leads the horses down to who knows where. It didn’t matter where you went though as long as you got to spend some time with him. You snuggle up to him and enjoy the beautiful winter wonderland before you. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. You told each other of the things you wanted to do as a family and as a couple. It was wonderful to just be with Bucky.

Houses were all decorated and Bucky would slow down whenever you passed one in order to admire it. Soon enough you got closer to town. And just on the edge there were a few figures you recognized anywhere. Before the sleigh even came to a complete stop you turn to look at Bucky with nothing but love in your eyes for him.

“You’re amazing, you know that. Tonight is just perfect.”

“It’s going to get better, Sugar.” Bucky says as the sleigh comes to a complete stop.

“Hi mama.”

“Hi my babies. Hi dad.”

“Hey kitten. Having a nice time?”

“The best. But apparently it’s supposed to get better.”

“I’m sure it will but you’ll need these two troublemakers and this.” Eddie holds up a picnic basket for you to take.

Then he helps the kids up on the sleigh. Once they’re settled with Lottie sitting in your lap and Henry between you and Bucky, Eddie sends you on your way.

The night did end up getting much better. Bucky took you and the kids to a drive or ride through, Festival of Lights. While enjoying the light shows you sipped on hot chocolate and snacked on what had been packed. Henry and Lottie were ecstatic as they pointed out their favorite parts. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you looked over at Bucky. Both of you with loving looks in your eyes.

This was the perfect way to end a small getaway with the family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mama, why are we taking a picture with someone we don’t know?” Henry asks as he looks at Santa Claus.

“Well it’s Santa Claus, you can tell him what you want as Christmas presents. Then you take a picture, it’s just to have it.”

“But why would we ask him if you and daddy always get us presents?”

You smile at that.

“You don’t have to ask him for anything or take a picture with him if you don’t want to.” You look down at him before turning to check on Lottie and Bucky. “Do you know what you want to ask Santa for?”

“Yup.” Lottie twists her hips from side to side to make her dress swish. “I wike my dwess mama.”

“You look very pretty, sweet Angel.”

“Tank you, mama.”

“Next.” One of Santa’s helpers calls out and you move toward Santa. You give them a piece of paper with the kids names on it.

“Alright Lottie, go ahead.”

“I’ll go with her mama.” Henry says and takes Charlotte’s hand.

“Merry Christmas, little ones. Charlotte and Henry, how are you doing today?”

“Am good.”

“Good.”

“Now tell me what would you like for Christmas?”

They both sit on the bench next to Santa and start listing things they’d love to get. A doll, a new video game, some candy.

“An I want a huwa hoop.”

“Oh a hula hoop can be quite fun.”

“Where did she learn what a hula hoop is?” Bucky murmurs in your ear.

“That chipmunk song she’s been listening to nonstop.”

“Oh. I guess I tuned it out after the third time.” You both chuckle.

“An I want-“ Lottie starts talking but then she looks from Santa to you and back, a smile that means mischief on her face. She kneels next to Santa and cups her hand around her mouth to whisper. “A baby sissy.”

Santa immediately blushes and laughs.

“Sometimes it takes a while but maybe mom and dad can help with that request, little one.” Santa looks up at you and Bucky and winks. “How about we take a picture now?”

“Kay.”

Santa’s helper sets the kids up and the picture gets taken. Then each kid gets a candy cane and they walk back to you.

“Let’s get you guys changed and then we can go shopping.”

****

You walked through a department store. Bucky had taken Henry and you were with Charlotte. Although you had already bought the gifts you were meant to give, Lottie also wanted to pick something out for her family.

She stood in front of a clothes rack, one hand on her hip and the fingers of the other tapping on her chin.

“Mama, that one.” She pointed at a short black slip dress with a slit to one side.

You pull the dress off the rack and hold it up for her and she nods happily. Her cart was already full of things for everyone. It was cute how excited she was to go shopping.

You met up with Bucky, he then left with Lottie and you took Henry. He knew exactly what he wanted to get Bucky. You were in the men’s section and Henry just walked around until he found exactly what he wanted for his dad.

With all the gifts purchased you meet up with Bucky and head back home.

~~~~~~~~~

“I have the icing and gumdrops here.” Steve says as everyone sets down all of the ingredients to make gingerbread houses.

“Alright, let’s start building.”

“Steebie help me?” Lottie looks up at Steve from her seat.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Clint and Sam get easily distracted by throwing candy at each other to see who can catch more. Tony starts making a gingerbread Ironman suit. Nat and Wanda are helping Henry make something that resembles more of a mansion.

“What are you making Sugar?”

“Don’t know, maybe we can make the cabin.”

“We can give it to your dad as his Christmas gift.” Bucky chuckles.

“He’d love it and then eat it.”

“It doesn’t sound appetizing.”

“He won’t care.” You look at him and smile. “Now come on and help me put the roof together.”

There was laughter and lightness amongst the team. Jokes and teasing happened around you. Henry was having the time of his life with his aunties. Lottie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and the stars as he guided her on where to put more decorations. She giggled when Tony leaned in and ate the candy she had been holding. Bucky had to pull the candy bowls from Sam and Clint since they kept tossing them at each other. It was all you could have ever wanted for the kids first Christmas.

~~~~~~~~~

Music blasted from the speaker in the kitchen. The oven was preheating. There were ingredients everywhere. Everyone’s apron was covered in flour, you could even find flour in Lottie’s hair. It was great.

“Make sure you keep even pressure.” You stand behind Henry and help him roll out the sugar cookie dough. “If not, the cookies won’t bake evenly.”

Henry was completely focused on his task. He’d double check everything before going on to the next step.

“Ok now we get to use the cookie cutters.”

“Can help mama.”

“Yes you can, come over to this side.” You step back and place a stepladder in front of the counter.

Lottie gets up and looks up at you waiting for instructions. You grab a few of the cookie cutters and show her.

“Which one do you want to use, sweet Angel?”

“Um-“ she looks them all over before choosing a snowman cutter. “This one mama.”

“Good choice. How about you sweet boy?”

Henry goes with a stocking cutter.

“Alright now you just have to press it down on the dough like this.” You show them what they need to do. “Then you pick it back up and do the same thing a few times. You can even change cookie cutters if you want.”

There’s a little bell that goes off letting you know that the batch of cookies in the oven should be done.

“I’ll get those.” Bucky says as he walks around the kitchen island and heads for the oven.

“Don’t eat any of them daddy.”

“Yeah, no habe cookies.”

Bucky scoffs. “I haven’t had a single cookie.”

“Yes you have. I’ve seen you.” Henry laughs when he turns to see Bucky with a cookie halfway to his mouth. “You see, I caught you again.”

“Dada. No habe cookie.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky says before taking a bite out of the cookie in his hand.

You chuckle and shake your head.

Recipe after recipe you end up making a nice mixture of cookies. From sugar cookies and chocolate chips to snickerdoodle and crinkle cookies. There was enough to feed the building.

“Don’t forget to leave some for Santa.” Henry reminds you as you box some up for the team.

“Don’t worry, those right there are for Santa.” You point to some cookies that have been separated.

“Good, I wouldn’t want daddy to eat them all.”

“Hey!” Bucky pouts. “It’s not my fault you’re so good at cooking and baking. The cookies are too good.”

“Yeah, bubba. Cookies are so yummy.”

“See it’s not only me.”

Both you and Henry look over just in time to see Charlotte stuff another snickerdoodle cookie in her mouth. Her cheeks puff out as she tries to chew and she sends a thumbs up Henry’s way. You laugh and finish packing the last bit of cookies.

~~~~~~~~~

Christmas Eve you spent in your apartment. The four of you watched some movies and listened to more Christmas music. The kids had been determined in wrapping the presents themselves. At the end of it there was wasted tape and wrapping paper and gifts that were poorly wrapped. But they were so excited and proud of doing it themselves and placing them under the Christmas tree.

****

“Please daddy. We have to match.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Pwease dada.” Lottie pouted and looked up at Bucky with her big doe eyes.

You held up his pair of matching pajamas seeing as you and the kids were already changed into them. It really wouldn’t have been a problem for Bucky except the pajamas in question were white with little ornaments, presents and characters from The Grinch movie.

“Please.” You add as you hold out the pajamas the kids had chosen. “Don't be a Grinch.”

“Yeah dada, no be a Gwinch.”

Bucky groans but fails to hold back his smile as he takes the offending clothes and heads into the room to change. You Lottie and Henry celebrate while waiting for him. The kids cheer when Bucky walks back out in his pajamas and Lottie hugs his legs and waits to be picked up. The night is spent playing some board games and watching movies. When bedtime rolls around you and Bucky read Twas the night before Christmas to the kids. They fall asleep quickly and happily.

****

“Wake up sweet boy.” You rub Henry’s back. “C’mon sweet boy open those pretty eyes for me.”

“Mama? What’s going on?”

“You have to come see.” You whisper.

Lottie was already a pouting mess in Bucky’s arm but the four of you crept your way out from the bedroom down the hallway and stopped short of the living room.

“Be quiet but take a look.” You whisper to the kids with a smile. By now curiosity had driven away Lottie’s sleepiness.

Bucky sets Lottie down and takes out his phone to record as she tipped toed toward the entrance of the living room with Henry right behind her. There’s a light gasp from both kids. There in the living room illuminated by the soft glow of Christmas lights was Santa placing gifts under the tree.

“Mama is Santa.” Lottie whispers.

“I know sweet Angel.”

“Can we say hi?”

“Do you think he’ll like my cookies?” Henry looks from Santa to you.

“You tell me.”

You nod toward the living room and Henry turns back just in time to watch Santa take a bite. He hums in approval, even giving his signature Ho Ho Ho laugh, before drinks some milk. Henry is ecstatic.

“Let’s go back to bed now before he sees us.” Bucky says as he puts his phone away and the kids run back.

They were way too excited to sleep now but it was worth it. As Bucky keeps them distracted you stay by the living room waiting for Santa.

“How excited were they?”

“So excited, I’ll send you the video.” You look up at Santa and smile. “Thanks for helping with this dad.”

“You got it, kitten.”

You hug your dad and walk him to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, kitten.”

“Goodnight dad.”

You close the door and head back to the kids room and hear them talking about Santa and how they were so excited to open presents.

~~~~~~~

Christmas morning comes with two little balls of energy. One currently pulling on Bucky’s hand and the other straddling your waist.

“Mama no seeping. It’s Chwistmas, habe pwesents.” Lottie says in your ear rather loudly.

“I’m awake, sweet Angel but you have to get off of me.”

“Kay.” She says as she scrambles off of you and the bed.

“Move faster.” Henry insists from the door.

They were both practically vibrating in their spots. You turn to look at Bucky who had a sleepy but adoring smile on his face. Henry takes Lottie’s hand and they start running to the living room.

“We should go before their heads explode.”

****

Both kids sat by the tree. All the presents you’d finish placing under the tree after they had gone to sleep overflowed. Lottie and Henry pointed at the gifts with special wrapping paper and wondered if those were the gifts from Santa.

“Ok, should we have breakfast first?” You tease knowing the kids wanted to get to the presents.

“No mama. Want pwesents.”

“Please.” Henry looked up with pleading eyes.

You looked back at Bucky who had a camera set up on a tripod and ready to record.

“Ok I guess we can open gifts now then.”

The kids cheer and you all sit down. Gifts are given and wrapping paper is ripped into. Henry and Lottie smile and gasp and cheer as they open each gift. Lego sets and video games, baby dolls and hula hoops. Art supplies and baking items. It was everything they’d wanted. Tears of joy gather in both yours and Bucky’s eyes as you watch the kids get to experience something as wonderful as Christmas.

“Mama is fo’ you.” Lottie holds out a wrapped gift.

“Did you buy this for me sweet Angel?”

“Yeah.” She says bashfully.

You open the gift to find a teddy bear, a dress and some of your favorite candy.

“I love it sweet Angel. Thank you.”

“So mama no have bad dweams.” She holds up the stuffie.

“Oh baby. You are so sweet.” You hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head.

“Mama I got you this.”

You grab the gift from him which was pretty big as well. When you open it you find another bear and a knitted blanket in your favorite color. You smile at him and hug the blanket and stuffie to your chest.

“I think baby and I had the same idea, mama.”

“It’s ok my sweet boy. I love everything.” You hug him.

“Fo’ dada.”

“Thank you doll.” Bucky unwraps his gifts. One is a very nice watch and the other is a pair of very stylish sunglasses. “These are amazing, doll. I love everything.” He gives her a hug and a kiss.

“Here, open mine now.”

Bucky opens the gift which is a very nice leather jacket.

“It’s perfect. How did you know I needed a new one?”

Henry just shrugs but he has a small proud smile on his face.

Next you and Bucky exchange what you got for each other. A beautiful bracelet and earring set for you and an expensive bottle of scotch, a cologne you knew he’d love and a rare first edition copy of the Hobbit.

Even Alpine got treats, toys and at Lottie’s insistence some bows and a cute collar.

“We should have breakfast and meet in the common room to exchange gifts with everyone else.” You said.

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”

~~~~~~

The whole team and family members gathered in the shared living room after breakfast. Almost everyone was still in pajamas and Sam made sure to tease Bucky about his Grinch pajamas.

“Alright, alright.” Eddie quieted everyone down. “I think it’s time for presents.”

Everyone exchanged presents before opening them. Tony gave all the guys, and kids a customized lightsaber, which he had been working on. To everyone else he gave an expensive perfume made specifically for them. Sam gave Lottie and Henry bikes and all of the necessary protections. Bruce gave the kids science kits and even promised to do some experiments with them. Wanda and Nat replaced some of the kid’s favorite things including Lottie’s make up kit and accessories and Henry’s cookbook and toys.

In turn Henry and Lottie gave everyone their gifts. From mugs to a tool kit for Tony, which he didn’t need but appreciated anyway. Wanda got some sweaters and earrings while Nat got the black dress Lottie picked out and a bracelet.

Steve was last and you knew he had worked hard on whatever it was that was going to give them. He gave Henry and Lottie their gift bags and he waited anxiously for them to open it. There were two books in each bag. Lottie’s eyes immediately lit up and then watered.

“Steebie I lobe it.” She murmurs as she looks at the sequel to the Lottie Adventure book Steve had drawn up for her. As well as a copy of the first book, that he had gifted her for her birthday and which was lost when hydra had attacked the compound.

Her eyes fill with tears as she hugs Steve as a thank you.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to cry.”

“Is my fabowite.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Henry opened his gift to find his own Henry’s Adventure book. He rushes to Steve and hugs him as well and thanks him.

“You’re welcome bubs.” Steve smiles as both Charlotte and Henry cling to him.

You hold out the gifts that the kids chose for him so that they could give him their gifts. Lottie chose a record player with various records. Henry had opted for a new personalized leather bound sketchbook along with pencils and charcoals.

The kids played amongst themselves and so did the adults. It was good to be together and be able to share in the laughter and love.

~~~~~

When the day came to an end and Lottie and Henry were tired and on the verge of sleep, you and Bucky tucked them in. They were mumbling about how much fun they’d had but Charlotte had one complaint.

“Am mad at Santa, mama.” She murmured in her semi sleepy state.

“Why is that my sweet Angel?” You pushed some hair out of her face and felt Bucky move to kneel beside you.

“Asked Santa fo’ a baby sissy an no find baby sissy unduh the twee.”

There was a little pout on her lips as she blinked owlishly at you.

“Well we can write Santa a letter tomorrow to complain ok?”

“Kay.”

“I love you sweet Angel.”

“I love you Doll.”

“I lobe you mama an dada and bubba.”

“I love you too baby.” You heard Henry say sleepily from the top bunk.

With the kids asleep you and Bucky sat in the living room with a glass of wine. You were tucked into his side and you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you two.

“I’m tired.” Bucky mumbles. “How was this the longest yet shortest month ever?”

You chuckle and nod in agreement. “It was amazing wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I want to see those smiles the rest of my life.”

“Me too.”

Bucky turns to look at you. A soft adoring look in his eyes. Then he leans in and kisses you softly. He rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re the best gift I could have ever asked for.” He mutters.

You smile and kiss him again.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Bucky huffs a laugh before you kiss him again. This time leaving him breathless. Neither of you could wait to do this again, to celebrate Christmas again or any other holiday for that matter. Because at the end of the day the best gift you could have was each other and the kids. The laughter and the love. The ups and downs this life threw at you.

And considering you had been thrown many downs it was nice to end the year in an up with the people you cared about the most.

Extra notes: So although it's not stated in the main series. For Charlotte's Birthday Steve gifted her with her own book, with Lottie being the main character (as she should be). He did the illustrations and worked with a local children's book author to create a story for her. This was based on an ask that I received and I thought that it would be something Steve would keep adding to. So for Christmas he replaced the one she lost (book 1) and gave her the sequel. He did the same for Henry.

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