#sorry for the absence. have Mac n' cheese

[coffyblak]

Noodles part 2.

[judes-hoe]

Little Late ~ KM7

Parrings~ Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary ~ Kylian is coming in late to your almost 4 year old daughters life, and wants to restart

Warnings ~ a little angsty, will have happy ending cause I can’t do sad endings😭.

A/N~ idk were this idea came from buttt hope you enjoy it I don’t think I have a lot of Kylian lovers that read my blog

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It’s been 4 years since you and Kylian broke up, you now live in a small 2 bedroom 1 bedroom apartment with your soon to be 4 year old daughter. You’ve been posting your daughter on instagram and Snapchat.

It was around 1pm, making your daughter some lunch because she just woke up from a nap. You hear a knock at your door you furrow your eyebrows, you quickly plate the Mac and cheese for your daughter and give it to her with some juice. “Here baby eat up, I’m gonna go get the door.” You told her setting the plate in front of her at the small dining table. “Ok mama,” Savannah said eating her food.

You walk over to the door and open it slowly, you see someone you don’t expect. “Tell me she’s mine please, I need to know,” Kylian said with pleading eyes. “She’s yours..” you said quietly. “Can I see her?” He asked. “Kylian…” you said with a soft voice. “Please, knowing I have a daughter now is…I can’t explain..” he said. “Fine follow me..” you said letting him in.

You walk over to the dining table and see Savannah is half way done with her food. “Savannah, baby, I want you to meet someone..this is your dada..” you said softly. “Dada?” She asked. “Mhm..dada this is dada..” you said. “Hi baby..” Kylian said keeping his distance not wanting to scare her. You could see the scared and confused look in her eyes. “Sweetie finish eating, Kylian let’s go talk..” you said taking Kylian to the couch.

“H-how…w-when?” He asked. “The night we had a fight and broke up, I was gonna tell you but I didn’t..I still should’ve told you though..” you said softly. “How old is she?” He asked again. “She’ll be 4 in a few months,” you told him. “I’m sorry for everything, you didn’t deserve going through that alone…” he said guilty. “Well I’ll allow you to see her and be apart of her life now..” you told him. “Really?” He asked. All you did was nod your head, you look down in your lap and speak again. “She knows your her dad, I made sure to show her pictures of you and the both of us together and sometimes we’d sit and watch you play if you had a match” you told him quietly.

He was a little shocked to say. “So she knows who I am and doesn’t think I’m a complete stranger..good..” he said quietly. Kylian looked at you and watched as you still had your head hung low. He lifts your head up with his hand under your chin. “mon amour, I miss you a lot and still love you and regret everything..” he said as he moved his face closer. “I miss you too Kylian, I still love you also..” you said and looked down at kid lips. “Kiss me mom bébè..” he said.

You lean in a give him a kiss, he holds your face and rubs his thumb against your cheek. “I’m willing to start fresh again with you and be part of my daughter’s life..” he said pulling away and looking at you. “I’m willing to restart also..” you said looking at him.

You and Kylian talk a little more before your daughter walks up over to you crawling into your lap. “You need something baby..” you ask her. “That dada?” Savannah asked. “Yeah that’s dada..” you said. “Can I hold her?” Kylian asked. You nod your head and tell Savannah to go over to him. She gets off your lap and walks over to his lap climbing in it. “Dada!” She said excitedly. You can’t help but smile at them. “Hi mom bébè, I promise to make up for my absence time with you” he whispered but you heard him and it made you happy that your restarting with him and he’ll make up for his absence in your daughters life.

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[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hi salad! Can i please request an impure regression fic about little!Wilson going nonverbal 🙏🙏

Here you are! I'm almost to the bottom of my request stack, yay! It's late when I'm posting so sorry if I've glazed over any mistakes, I'm sure I'll catch them tomorrow and facepalm lol

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Word Count: 1003

Summery: Wilson has been quiet since they got home. House goes to find out what's up and finds him regressed in his room.

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If he was being honest, House hadn’t noticed the absence of Wilson’s usual milling around the apartment until his stomach started growling. Ever the motivated housewife, Wilson was always meal-prepping and tidying, and if they had a kid, he would be hovering over them and permanently messing with their sense of independence as all good mothers. He was also usually the one who started dinner after they got home, but now it was nearing eight-thirty and the only thing he’d heard from Wilson was quiet footsteps to the bathroom and back over an hour ago. How very un-Wilson of him.

He grunted as he pushed himself off of the couch and hobbled down the hall to Wilson’s room. 

“You better not be jerking off in here, because I’m coming in!” He announced, before unceremoniously opening the door and walking in. It wasn’t like he cared all too much about privacy, but he wasn’t exactly looking to be flashed on a Friday night; at least, not by Wilson.

There was nothing scandalous going on in Wilson’s room; nor was he sleeping, which was his second guess. Instead, he found Wilson curled up on his side, on top of the covers in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, gripping his teddy bear against his chin. He looked up at House with round, tired eyes, but didn’t say anything.

He fished his bottle of Vicodin out of his pocket and popped a couple of pills. So he was regressed, then. He could probably deal with that.

He still wasn’t entirely used to the whole “caregiving” thing, but he had yet to catastrophically fail and traumatize Wilson’s three-year-old self, so he was tentatively confident as he sat down on the bed by his feet. 

“So… What’s going on here?” He motioned to Wilson’s generally sad, floppy-ness. Now that he was closer it was obvious that he had been crying at some point, his eyes were bloodshot and it looked like someone had vacuumed the soul out of him.

Wilson didn’t respond, which seemed to be a trend with him. Of the few times he had been regressed around House, he had only spoken more than a few words consistently once. Wilson had explained to him that while he technically could speak, it took too much energy and he usually decided not to. He wished adults worked like that, he would go home every day with so many less migraines.

“O-kay… Do you need me to do anything, or are you good to just… be sad?” Wilson seemed to have himself handled, but he figured he should do his due-diligence, just in case.

Wilson looked around the room for a second, thinking, before slowly raising a hand and doing what House recognized as the baby-sign for ‘food’.

“Hungry? Me too. I guess you want me to make you something?” He asked, and Wilson looked away and scrunched up more. “Relax, it was an offer. I’ll see what I can scavenge from the cupboard.” He got up and made his way to the kitchen, and after a minute he heard Wilson climb out of bed and follow him.

Wilson dropped into one of the dining room chairs and watched him intently as he rummaged through the cabinets for something quick and kid-friendly. He pulled out a box of Kraft Mac n’ Cheese. Kids liked this stuff, right? 

“Will you eat this?” He asked, and Wilson nodded mutely. “Perfect.”

He dumped the pasta into a pot of water and began to heat it over the stove, watching as the water turned a murky, starch-filled beige. He remembered seeing these boxes in the store when he shopped with his mother as a kid. She always refused to buy them because “those are just chemicals”, and she was probably right, but he still smirked to himself at the idea of getting to stick it to her after all these years.

Once the pasta had cooked, he strained it and dumped in the neon-orange cheese powder, a spoonful of butter, and some milk. After a quick stir, he had a pot of edible-looking yellow macaroni. It didn’t smell like chemicals. He poured some into two bowls and gave one to Wilson before joining him at the table. Maybe it was the kind that killed you slowly. He could live with that.

Wilson ate his portion far too quickly for the quality of the product, but he supposed he was mentally a toddler. It was okay, all things considered. They sat in silence as House picked away at the pasta and Wilson fiddled with the paws of his bear absently. He was staring off at nothing, and House could see that whatever had upset him earlier was still bothering him.

Eventually he decided to bite the bullet. “Do you want to talk about it? Or— sign or something?”

Wilson firmly shook his head no.

He shrugged. “Okay.” He took both of their dishes to the sink and left them at the bottom for Wilson to clean up tomorrow. “I think it’s time for bed now, hm?”

There was no resistance on Wilson’s part, which wasn’t surprising. He looked so exhausted it was almost unsettling, and easily allowed himself to be led back to bed.

“And this time, we get under the covers. It’s a great invention, I know.” He pulled the covers up over Wilson’s shoulders, and once he looked settled, turned to go back to the living room.

But the second he pulled his hand away, Wilson let out the most pathetic kicked-puppy sound he could possibly muster. With a sigh House sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand back, and immediately the fussing stopped. He chuckled, “Oh you are needy.” 

With nothing better to do, he began gently rubbing up and down Wilson’s back until his breaths evened out and he was asleep, snuggling his bear. House couldn’t help but smile slightly. He really did look like a little kid. 

“Goodnight, Jimmy.”

[hellfirexhoe]

ice cream thighs | eddie x fem!reader

summary: its your first “real” date with eddie after you guys hooked up, he wants to make sure you know that he cares and isn’t just in it for the sex

2.4k words

warnings: minors DNI, 18+ smut, penetration, p in v unprotected, fingering, oral (f! receiving),  squirting, food kink if you squint, creampie, domestic eddie?

It’s the smell that unnerves you first, as you exit your car outside Eddie’s trailer. Or rather, the absence of any smell? Usually you can smell the weed and you guess, muskiness of the trailer before you step out, but today there’s none of that. Another sniff confirms the smell of burning. This is just weird, you think to yourself as you knock at his door.

Eddie answers, flustered and with sauce on his shirt,

“You’re early!” You look at your watch, and turn it to him,

“6pm? That was what you said wasn’t it?”

“Oh shit, uhm okay just wait here like two seconds okay?” The door shuts in your face as you hear assorted crashing noises and curses coming from Eddie’s mouth. This is already turning out to be a hell of a first date.

The door finally opens again and you raise an eyebrow at him,

“Are you ready to go or do you need another minute?”

“Go? Oh no, I cleaned this place, I’ve cooked, we’re hanging out here tonight.” Cooked? That could explain the burning smell, your stomach twists with nerves, you were a picky eater and weren’t sure how politely you could swallow down burnt food. You step in the trailer nervously, Eddie takes your coat and places a gentle kiss on your neck as you take in the sight before you. It’s clean. Like really, truly clean and tidy. You’re lead over to a table and chair set up, with a tablecloth? You’ve known the Munson’s for years and you have never known them to own tablecloths, you look closer and see the buttons of a bedsheet skimming the floor and you smile, Eddie has thrown what you can only hope to be clean bedsheets over the table,

“I just- I wanted it to be nice for you, I wanted to take you somewhere else but the money situation is just a bit tight at the moment, I’m really sorry.” Eddie suddenly feels foolish at his attempts to make the trailer seem anything other than a trailer, you turn around and kiss the tip of his nose,

“Don’t be silly, this is wonderful, at least this way I can jump your bones straight after dinner without upsetting other diners.” You grin up at him and he returns your smile, feeling much less silly.

“Well, shoes off, don’t you go making the carpet all messy now,” You obey, glancing at the carpet wondering if it had always been beige. A timer dings and Eddie dons oven mits as he pulls something out of the oven, you watch nervously expecting something that resembles coal more than food but to your surprise he pulls out a perfect looking roast chicken. You try to look around sneakily, to identify what the smell of burning was and he catches you,

“So I may have burnt the first one and then had to go out to the store and get a replacement.” You try to hold back a giggle as you can easily picture the panic on poor Eddie’s face as he pulled a charred bird from the oven. “Give me a break, I’ve never really cooked before!” Pink tinges his cheeks as he watches your face,

“Sorry, sorry, promise I’m not laughing at you. You know you didn’t need to go to the trouble or expense right? We could have just made mac n cheese together and I’d have been happy.”

“Ah yes but then I wouldn’t get to watch you enjoy my cooking with smug satisfaction and spend the rest of the evening referring to myself as a domestic goddess,” He bounces his curls like a ‘50s housewife in a way that makes you snort laugh. He starts serving up the chicken with some vegetables and places the mismatched plates down at the table before you. You nervously take a small bite, unsure of what to expect but to your joy, it’s delicious. Eddie is watching you, you’re fairly certain he hasn’t taken a breath since you first lifted your cutlery so you smile and nod at him reassuringly,

“It’s so good!” He smiles at your praise,

“Really? You promise you’re not just saying it because you know I slaved away over a hot stove all day for you?” You shake your head, unwillingly to pause eating to talk. You both finish your plates quickly and Eddie looks so pleased that you enjoyed your dinner. He scoops up the plates and places them in the sink before turning back to you,

“So for dessert I got a bit lazy,” He confesses, pulling a tub of ice cream out of the freezer and grabbing two spoons before taking you over to the sofa, you notice a stack of tapes on the table and raise an eyebrow at him,

“Am I really on a dinner and movie date with Eddie Munson right now?” He nods,

“What can I say? I’m nothing if not original with my date ideas.” He pushes the tapes towards you, “You pick, I’ll be happy as long as you’re curled up in my lap while we watch.” You eye the stack, its an incredibly odd mix, you spot Sixteen Candles on top of Nightmare on Elm Street and look at up at him, realizing he got such a mix because he wasn’t sure what movies you like,

“We’ve been friends for years Munson, how come you don’t know my movie preferences?”

“I know your movie preferences, just wanted to cover all bases in case for all these years you’ve been pretending to like horror movies for my benefit.” He says smiling sweetly at you as he pops a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. You roll your eyes and pass him the tape for Nightmare on Elm Street, you had been to see at the cinema when it first released and remembered how Eddie had kept his hands locked tight on the arm rests as if he was afraid to touch you. This time was much different, he pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he fed you ice cream while you watched.

Barely ten minutes has passed before you notice that your ass is being poked by Eddie, you smile slyly to yourself as you shift around on him, feeling him stiffen around you.

“Getting comfy there?” He breathes a little heavier than normal as he speaks to you,

“Yep, that’s better.” You smile with faux innocence up at him, that’s when dabs your nose with the ice cream covered spoon, the cold making you scrunch your nose before you feel his warm tongue licking it off, then a kiss is placed on your nose, before his lips meet yours finally. You shift off of his lap, pulling him with you so he’s laying on top of you, fingers holding him in place by his shirt. Eddie moans as he presses his hips to yours, his jeans are now painstakingly tight over him as you feel just how hard he is. You feel his hand scrambling on the floor, looking for something and then hear the tv click off.

You break the kiss first, begrudgingly requiring oxygen, Eddie lets you catch your breath while he sits up, running his hands over your stocking covered legs, admiring your thighs in particular. You moan softly, loving the way his hands feel over you, wondering why you guys weren’t always touching each other throughout your whole friendship. Eddie comes back down to kiss you again, and you wrap your legs at his waist and arms around his neck to hold him closer to you, feeling his jean clad cock twitch as you grind on it.

Eddie breaks the kiss this time, removing his shirt and closing his eyes as your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest, you’d sat beside him when he’d had that one done and joked about getting a matching one on your ass, and Eddie had secretly prayed you would, mostly so he could get a glimpse of your ass but also because the thought of you having something on your skin that linked you to him permanently turned him on. Unfortunately you’d gone with a floral design on your wrist, the design that he now kissed as he grabbed your hand from tracing the design on him. He kisses from your wrist, up to your arm before grabbing your other hand and pulling you into sitting, reaching around you to get the zipper on your dress, in one swift motion the dress is falling down your torso and you stand to wriggle out of it. You hear a sharp intake of breath from Eddie and look over, wondering if it was the fact that you were wearing a red bra, his favourite colour on you or if it was the fact he could now see there was no underwear beneath your stockings. Probably the latter.

Eddie pulls you back to him, pushing you back down on the sofa and kissing you feverishly, big hands groping your breasts and making you moan into his mouth. He pulls away,

“What do you need princess?”

“You, fuck I need you now.” You cry out pathetically, desperate for more. Without waiting even a second longer Eddie’s hands are ripping apart your stockings at the soaked centre, the sound of ripping fabric and knowing his desperation only serving to arouse you further. Then he shifts away from you for a second, a sly smirk on his face as he retrieves the forgotten ice cream tub from the floor and spoons the cold dessert on your thighs, making you squeal at the sudden temperature change. Eddie’s head ducks down to lick the ice cream off your thighs, biting as he cleans you up.

“Didn’t say I was done with dessert, did I?” You laugh as he begins to place ice cream on a slow trail to your pussy, finally placing the cold spoon on your clit, making your hips buck at the attention. Once again the biting cold is replaced by his hot tongue, tracing the melted trail back to your soaked pussy, this time he  doesn’t pull away, he starts licking stripes up and down your pussy, ice cream on his tongue mixing with your wetness and making you cry out from the stimulation. His lips pull your clit into his mouth as he starts to gently suck against your most sensitive spot, a ringed finger gently probing your opening before slipping in with no resistance. Your hands immediately tangle in his hair, hips lifting off the sofa, pulling him closer and closer as his tongue and fingers work in tandem to bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. Lewd sounds of your wetness, Eddie sucking and your moans fill the trailer. The sensation and the sounds push you over the edge and white spots completely flood your vision as you orgasm, grinding your hips onto Eddie’s face, never wanting the sensation to stop, you can feel your pussy clamping down on his fingers, drawing them deeper as you squirt all over his hand and face.

Eddie’s face, dripping with you, appears in your line of sight once more, his eyes are wild and he has the biggest smile on his face, “Fuck, there’s my messy girl!” Eddie stands to remove his trousers and boxers in a swift motion, “Do you want me princess?” You nod wordlessly, hoping that will be enough but Eddie smirks at you, shaking his head,

“Uh uh I need words baby, I want you to tell me exactly what you need me to do to you to make you feel so good.” He drags his tip over your clit achingly slowly and you swallow and take shaky breaths before you try to speak,

“I want you, I want you to fuck me into this sofa until we’re both broken and sweating and the neighbours know exactly what you’ve been doing to me.” You pant out, trying to line his cock up with you as you speak, Eddie’s eyes are wide as he listens to your speech, as soon as you’re done speaking he is inside you, balls deep, tip practically hitting your cervix. You cry out as he does so, loving the stretch your pussy has to do to accommodate him. Eddie draws back slowly, letting you feel every vein in his cock against your walls, before pushing back in deeply, making you purr in pleasure.

“Fuck, more Eddie, please I need it faster,” He dips his lips to your neck as he picks up his pace, the sweet nothings he’s whispering falling on deaf ears as all your senses tune into the sweet sensation of his cock slamming in and out of you, his fingers slipping between you to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts. Your pussy begins to clamp down on him, forcing him to slow down as you get closer to your peak, “Shit, so fuckin’ tight for me baby, you gonna milk my cock for cum tonight?” Eddie’s voice manages to break through your pleasure and you nod frantically, too cockdrunk to speak,

“You’re taking me so well baby, like this pussy was absolutely made for me.” Eddie’s filthy words making you pull him closer, wrapping yourself around him as you feel your orgasm building, Eddie begins to fuck you harder, sweat dripping off of him, determined to make you finish before he fills you up, and then its happening, white hot pleasure erupts from your stomach, burning down all of your nerve endings making you cry and scream out his name, Eddie watches you and with another thrust he is coming undone inside you, flooding your pussy with his cum as he bites down harshly on your shoulder. He collapses onto you, trying to not crush you but you couldn’t care if he did.

“Was that what you had in mind?” He pants, laughing slightly.

“M-mhm, that was exactly what I wanted.” You hug him close to you, your sweaty skin sticking to him. You can feel his cum inside you and you feel bad that you might have wrecked his clean sofa, you raise this concern to him and he laughs,

“Wreck my sofa, I wrecked these pretty stockings.” He laments running his hands over the ripped fabric. You shake your head “‘s different Eddie.” Eddie climbs off of you and scoops you up, checking the sofa underneath you, grinning wide when he sees the wet patch he helped you to make. You catch a glimpse and turn red, it was so obvious.

“Relax, I’ll sort it out. Domestic goddess remember?” Eddie kisses your temple as he carries you into the bathroom so he can help you shower.

[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[bitches-who-write]

Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?

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Patrick With A Little Sister-

Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.

Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~

He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.

Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.

He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.

Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.

When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.

He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.

Patrick LOVES to mess with her.

Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.

Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.

He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.

When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.

Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.

He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.

Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)

One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.

It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.

Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.

He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.

Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)

“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.

Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.

If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:

“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.

Patrick With A Little Brother-

…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.

Belch With A Little Sister-

Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.

Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.

He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.

Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.

Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.

He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.

And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.

He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.

After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.

For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.

He makes her do her chores and his around the house.

If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.

“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.

Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.

“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.

Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.

He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.

Belch With A Little Brother-

He takes him under his wing.

Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.

Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.

But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”

Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.

Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.

He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.

Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”

Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.

Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.

Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.

Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.

He means well but sometimes misses the mark.

Henry With A Little Sister-

Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.

Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.

Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.

Henry is both very strict and protective over her.

He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.

Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,

Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.

For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.

Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.

When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.

Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”

When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.

If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.

Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.

He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.

“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”

Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty. 

Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.

Tripping her as she walks by.

Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.

Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.

Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.

Barges in her room without knocking first.

Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.

Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.

“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”

He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.

Speaking of drinking-

When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.

Henry With A Little Brother-

In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.

If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.

Henry gives him a lot of tough love.

He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”

Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”

Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.

He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~

Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.

One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”

Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.

Vic With A Little Sister-

Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.

When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.

“Guys! Language!”

“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.

Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.

Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.

When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.

When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.

He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent

While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.

He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.

Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.

“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.

A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.

He isn’t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.

Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.

But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.

When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”

Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.

“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.

If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.

Vic With A Little Brother-

Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.

He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.

He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.

He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.

Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.

Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.

Basically acts as his wing man.

The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.

Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.

He does teach his brother how to fight though.

Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…

When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.

Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.

When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.

Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.

[kaimelia]

Paper Rings (Ch 13)

a/n: dun dun dun here it is finally. I make no promises as to when my next post will be but I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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“You don’t have to stay here. You can go to work, Link.” He brushed a strand of her hair back, frowning as she flipped to face away from him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in their dark room, attempting to comfort Amelia after yesterday’s occurrences. He’d driven home afterward as Amelia stared out the window, her body shifted away from him. She was silent once they arrived home, only muttering a soft ‘Goodnight’ before falling asleep.

“I called in sick. No game today. Nico’s covering for me at practice.” He heard her sigh softly. “Can I get you something? Tea? Something to eat?”

“No, thanks.” He paused, waiting for her to say something more. Nothing. Link rubbed his hand up and down her leg gently, standing up and leaving the bedroom. 

The kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes. He laughed to himself, knowing Amelia hated doing the dishes and probably hadn’t done them in his absence. He made a silent vow to spend more time at the apartment and help her clean up. Link busied himself cleaning various spaces in the apartment, opening up the curtains to let some of the morning light in, washing and putting away dishes before beginning to make breakfast. She came out of the bedroom an hour later, a blanket wrapped around her like a shawl.

“There are some leftover waffles in the fridge if you want some,” he spoke from the couch, scrolling through an article on his computer.

“Thank you,” she whispered, opening the refrigerator door. She sat down across from him on the couch with a plate of waffles loaded with syrup.

“You okay?”

“Not really,” Amelia admitted, shoving a forkful of food into her mouth.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Link.” He sighed.

“You can’t just shut me out. You haven’t actually spoken to me since we got home last night.”

“I’m embarrassed you had to see me like that. Embarrassed that it even happened.” He closed his computer and set it down on the coffee table. “I know you said you didn’t mind, but I didn’t want you to have to know that part of my life.” Link sat up.

“I want to know every part of your life, Amelia. Even the bad parts.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to share the bad parts.” She snapped back, dropping the fork onto the plate. He cringed at the sound. “Sorry. There are just a lot of terrible things that have happened in my life that I don’t like to talk about with anyone. There are a lot of things no one knows. Things I don’t want to share, especially not with someone I met on Tinder, of all places.” Link raised his eyebrows.

“Really? I thought we moved past the Tinder thing.”

“It’s always going to be part of our relationship, whether we want to ignore it or not. You’re not someone I met naturally, and I’m not inclined to share certain things with you. Especially when you’re gone ninety percent of the time.” She muttered. He scoffed in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You knew that I was taking this job when we started dating. It was always something that was going to happen and you agreed to be with me, knowing it would be difficult to manage.”

“I didn’t think it would go this far. I don’t plan ahead. I just live as things come. So, I didn’t think it would be something I had to worry about.” Amelia stood up, dropping the blanket that was wrapped around her shoulders.

“Where are you going?”

“To Meredith’s house. I don’t want to spend my day off fighting.” She dropped the plate into the empty sink, grabbing her phone and bag before slamming the door on her way out.

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“And you just left?” Amelia nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s like, every time things seem good, something happens.” Meredith laughed, pulling out some bowls from the cabinet.

“What happened last night? At the stadium?” The neurosurgeon sighed, watching as her sister spooned mac and cheese into the bowls.

“We had to stop by the locker room, and one of the guys left his meds out in the open. I just got really freaked out, and I was embarrassed that Link had to see that. I mean, I moved to Seattle for a fresh start. And everyone knows about my past, but it wasn’t just my past last night.”

“You know how addiction works, Amelia. It’s not something you can just shove aside and forget.”

“I know, but I just didn’t want him to see that. I don’t let you and Maggie see the bit of panic I feel when someone leaves a bottle open on the table.” They moved towards the kitchen table, bringing the bowls over to the kids in the living room. Amelia slumped down into a chair at the table. “And now, he wants to have some big conversation about it all. Just so he can leave this weekend and ignore me when he gets back.”

“I mean if you told him all of this-”

“I tried! He’s just filled with the whole ‘we can get through anything’ mindset, and it’s ridiculous. He doesn’t understand that I’m not going to tell him everything.” Meredith wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Do I need to kick Zola out of your room?”

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“So what does it matter if we met on a dating app? It doesn’t change the way I feel about her, and it certainly doesn’t mean that our relationship is less real.” The beer bottle clinked as he placed it onto the glass table. Jo raised her eyebrows.

“You’re mad. It’s weird.”

“What am I supposed to do if she won’t talk to me? She just walks out and runs away. And Meredith? Meredith always has a place for her. She can just leave whenever she wants.” Link groaned dramatically. “I’m just trying to be there for her.”

“You’re never here, though.” He looked up. “This is the first time I’ve gotten to spend time with you since the season started. You can’t blame her for being annoyed about that.”

“And when I am here, she says she has to work.” Jo picked up his empty bottle, grabbing them both full ones from the fridge.

“So maybe it just doesn’t work, then.”

“But I want it to work. I love her. That’s not something I feel very often.”

“Except for Bronwyn,” Jo muttered, receiving an eye roll from Link. “You just have to learn to respect her boundaries. I didn’t tell Alex about Paul for years. I didn’t want him to know about that part of my life. I’m sure Amelia is doing the same thing.”

“I can’t help her if she won’t talk to me. We’re in a relationship. She should know that our lives are intertwined and that there’s no point in trying to avoid it.” Jo’s finger pointed, her eyebrows raised as if she had an idea.

“You know who you should talk to.”

“Who?”

“Amelia.”

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

Past mistakes

I’m sorry for my absence lol. I had my birthday this weekend, and I have been busy and tired and it has been a whirlwind. So here is something cute I wrote this night.

Also my mythology is sooo off. But, this fitted my story idea the best so deal with it lol

Dean Winchester x reader

You were sitting behind your desk typing a new legislative. You worked in the city council of some small- ish town in the middle of New Mexico. Some people had wanted a stop sign, and of course that took a lot of paperwork. The mayor thought you were the best one to do that. It was boring though. You were just finishing the last bits to the legislative, you weren’t even sure if it was in your power to put a stop sign on the road. But, you just wanted to get home. “Ms. L/n?” your secretary opened your door. You look up at her. “Yes?” you said, she seemed disturbed by something. “Two men from the FBI are here for you.” she said, you felt your heart speed up a little. You frown for a second, trying to figure out what they could be here for. “Let them come in.” you said, picking up some loose pieces of paper that you had scattered on your desk. 

You recognized them immediately. “What the hell?” you ask. They looked just as surprised as you did. “What are you two doing here?” you ask. Sam held up their FBI batches. “We are on a case.” Sam said, Dean stepped closer to you. He held out his hand and poked your shoulder once. “What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked. He seemed surprised. “I work here.” you said, he frowned. “You didn’t go to college,” he said.You let out a nervous laugh. “I lied obviously.” you answer. You were very well aware of how much you changed to fit in this role. You sat down in your chair, Sam sat across from you and Dean kept standing. “We are looking for a Lamia.” Sam said, you look out the window for a second trying to think if you had any people you were suspicious of.  “I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.” you tell Sam, glancing over at Dean. He looked tired, and the boyish smile was gone. Six years was the last time you saw him. Six long years. “You should have nothing to worry about, this one seems to be going after kids.” Sam said, he took out his notepad. You felt your chest tighten. Alexander was at Kindergarten. You tap your foot at a quick pace to keep your nerves down. “I’ll keep an eye out.” you said, getting up from your seat. You needed them to leave now. “Thanks Y/n” Sam said, getting up from his seat. You follow them to the door. Suddenly, Dean shoved you against the wall. “What are you hiding?” He hissed. You don’t even flinch. “Nothing.” you said back. Sam glared at his brother. “You’re hiding something.” he glared.  You shake your head. “Let her go, Dean.” Sam said. Dean didn’t look at his brother. “If I find out you have something to do with those kids, I’ll kill you myself.” he said, Sam pulled his brother off you, and you glared at Dean. “You both need to leave.” you said, Sam nods. After you are sure they left, you quickly hurry out the door of the office.

Six years ago when you found out you were pregnant. You decided the best thing for your kid was to leave Dean, even though you were heartbroken about leaving him. You knew a hunters family wasn’t the life you wanted to give your kid. Either you had to join Dean on his hunting outings or you had to wait days, weeks to see him again, and it was dangerous, especially when he started messing with demons, and angels. You changed your name, and lied on your resume to get a job, and you rented a nice house, and even though Alex would eventually ask questions about Dean, you would just make up a story. But, it was just the two of you. It was watching Frozen for the eighth night in a row, and mac and cheese, and going to the zoo together, and it was nice. You would never want anything to happen to him, like a Shtriga or anything bad. You get to the school, and Alexander was playing with lego’s. “Alex, ready to go home?” Jenny, his teacher, asked him. He got up from the floor, and ran over to you. “Thank youuuu, Miss Jenny.” Alexander said, he greeted you with a hug. 

You put Alexander to bed that night, telling him one of his bedtime stories. His grandma had sent him 365 days of bedtime stories, and you couldn’t skip a day or else it wouldn’t be correct anymore. He was adamant about that. The story was about a dad and son at  a baseball game. You felt guilty Dean never got to tell Alex a bedtime story, or take him out for ice cream. But, Dean had never wanted kids, and I am sure he’d agree that this was the best for Alex. You kiss Alex goodnight, and you were about to turn off the light in his bedroom. “Mommy?” he said, you nod. “Yes?” you ask.  He sat up in his bed. You really hoped he wasn’t going to ask you the difficult question. “Can we go to a baseball game?” He asked. You didn’t feel relieved, you laughed a little. “Sure kid” you promised.

You didn’t take Alexander back to kindergarten for the next couple of days, and you left him with your neighbor that you had known since coming to live in this house, which was more than five years. She was glad to watch him for a couple of days, she had always been a stay at home mom, and last year her last kid left for college. You told her, they had a lice outbreak at the school, and you didn’t want to risk Alexander getting them. 

You were at work, sitting in the Mayor’s conference room, he asked you to sit in while the press was there, asking questions about the missing children. The Sheriff had joined the mayor in this press conference. The town gazette, and bigger newspaper journalists had come here, and the room was busy. Your phone rang, you quickly looked at who it was before you turned off your phone. Katrina Colson. You sneak out of the conference room, and you pick up the phone on the hallway. “he is gone, I can’t find him.” She said in a panic. You felt as if you were going to die.  “What happened exactly?” you ask. You try to stay calm but all you want to do is cry. “I was in the kitchen preparing lunch, and the doorbell rang, and when I returned to the kitchen he was gone.” she explained, she tried to be also calm but you could hear the panic in her voice. “I will be there as soon as possible.” you said, you race to your car. With a Lamia it was only a matter of time. If she didn’t kill him on the spot, she would keep him hostage till she was hungry. You drive to the nearest motel in town, it wasn’t that big of a town so there was only one near the center, the other was outside of town near the highway. You notice Dean’s stupid Impala. You run up the stairs, and knock on the door hard. Dean opened up the door, he looked surprised to see you, not as surprised as he did last week. “The Lamia took him, and I need you to bring him back, Dean.” You begged him. You hadn’t let yourself think about it too much. You tried to focus on finding Dean so he could find Alex. But, once you said those words, it hit how your son was scared and alone, and was sitting there waiting to be eaten. If- if he wasn’t dead. “What? who?” He asked. He pulled you inside the motel room. “My son. She took him.” you cried. Tears streamed down your face. “Your son?” Dean said, stunned. “Please, I need you to find him.” you cried.

It took Sam ten minutes to be back at the motel, after Dean called him. You sat on Dean’s bed explaining to him what happened. “Do you have any suspicion?” he asked. You shake your head. “Good thing we do.” Sam said, with a smirk. 

The three of you stood in front of an abandoned building. “Are you sure?” You ask Sam. He nods. Dean stepped inside the building ahead of the others. You stop Sam by taking his arm. “Alex is five” you said, you look at the door. “Does Dean?” he asked, you shake your head. He nods, the two of you follow Dean. He had given you a gun, and it felt comfortable. You had joined the Winchesters on more hunts than you could count. You held up a flashlight in one hand, and held the gun over the other hand. The three of you split up to cover more ground. “Alexander?” You whisper. When you hear a soft cry. You silently prayed it was him, you keep walking in the direction of the sound. The crying turned into cackles of laughter. Like a chicken laughing. “You bitch” you said, trying to point the gun at the sound. You feel her grab your foot, and pull you to the ground. You shoot in the general direction where you thought she was. Your head hits the ground hard, and you let go of the gun. The Lamia was trying to claw at your chest, she looked beautiful, and yet you knew how dangerous she was, fangs were shown in her mouth. You try to reach for your gun. A gunshot went right through her head, and you shriek, as the corpse falls on top of you. Someone pulled the Lamia off you. “Are you okay?” Sam asked. He helped you up. You nod. “Alexander?” You ask. He nods. “We found him, and another kid, alive.” he said: “Dean took them-.” you didn’t let Sam finish, you ran to the front of the building. Alex was standing there, and Dean was on his knees talking to him. A little boy was standing next to Alex, you recognized him from Alexander’s class. You take Alexander in your arms, and he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. You start to softly cry a little. “Mom, you’re bleeding.” he said, the scratches the Lamia made had indeed started to bleed heavily. You put Alex back on the ground. You held both the children in your arms as the ride back was quiet. Maxime was brought home, and Anna cried so much when she held her son in her arms, safely. 

Dean hadn’t said a word to you, you knew he must have figured it out. When you got home, you took a shower, and cleaned your wounds, after that Alex got a bath. You were cooking dinner, you wanted to cry more. Because you left Dean because you thought it was safer for Alexander, and he still got taken. The doorbell rang, you opened the door. Dean and Sam were standing outside. Sam holding a big stuffed animal. “May we come in?” Dean asked. You nod, you tell him you need to check on dinner, and leave them in the hallway. Dean followed you to the kitchen. “Y/n” he simply said, you look up at him. “Is that my son in there?” he asked, gesturing at the living room. You stare in his green eyes, and you wonder how he could ask the question when it was so clear. Alex had the same eyes, and smile. “Yes, he is” you said, Dean didn’t look reassured by your answer. You knew his next question. “I left because I thought it’d be safer for him.” you said: “But I guess I was wrong.” you look away from Dean, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You had only left a single note for him. Explaining that you loved him more than life itself, and that you did what you had to for a good reason. You just never told him about Alex. 

You take Dean into the living room. “Mama, look what I got” he said, showing you his stuffed animal. “Did you thank uncle Sam?” You ask him. He nods. He was only gone a couple of hours but he still looked very tired. “Let’s go eat dinner, boys,” you said, at the dinner table Dean was chatting with Alex. “I like Tacos less than quesadillas.” Alex said to Dean, and if anything Dean Winchester was a taco man. “I don’t agree with you there, buddy.” Dean said with a smile. “ the crunch of a taco is the best.” He argued. Alex looked Dean dead in the eye. “You should try my mom’s quesadillas. They’ll change your mind.” He said, the table filled with laughter as a response to your son’s comment. Your eyes meet Deans and then two of you exchange a smile.

Dean had asked you if it was alright if he could put Alex to bed. That left you with Sam doing the dishes. “When you left, he had a really hard time.” Sam said, you shrug. You look up at Sam. “I didn’t have it easy either, Sam. I didn’t do it to purposely break his heart.” you said: “ You saw him at dinner. You know that if he knew he had a kid he wasn’t going to let us go.” Sam didn’t say anything for a moment, he took his hands out of the soap water. “I know you thought that the line of work was what would put him in danger. It isn’t. It is in the Winchester blood to go head first into danger.” Sam said: “The best thing for him is to stay in a safe environment, and be protected by people that know what they are doing.” you look away, and hand Sam a hand towel. “I’ll think about it, Sammy.” 

Sam had already gone to the car, leaving the two of you standing on the porch. “He’s a great kid, y/n” he said: “I get why you did what you did.” he had his hands in his pockets. You look at the ground. “I’m sorry, Dean.” you said: “I took so much from you, and now I realise that maybe the safest thing for him is to be with his dad, and uncle who can protect him.” You look up and Dean had a small smile on his face. “Do you still love me?” you ask him. You knew you had no right asking him that. He nods. “Good,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “ I still love you too, Winchester.” you said, kissing him.

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[choicesenthusiast]

The Nanny Affair, Ch. 13 AKA Just Coward Things

What happened this week:

The morning after the gala, you’re still reeling from either your kinkyfest or kissyfest the night before. Sam doesn’t make an effort to talk about it like a sensible adult.

Sam, unaware of how to be a decent human being, notifies us and the twins about their sudden months-long business trip to Italy. I smell a person who’d rather just run away than talk about the situation predicament they’ve placed themselves in. It’s a very unhealthy thing to do. I should know. After all, it takes one to know one.

Sam bails out on dinner so you can take the boys to some food trucks and have cry-time when they tell you they’d rather you be their stepmom instead. Honestly, just let MC have custody of these poor boys. 

A talk about the whole situation predicament, which quickly leads to more sex! Hooray. How does Sam continuously blame us for messing them up even though they are every part complicit in this affairing? How can they do a complete 180o and dip once MC’s coughed up some spare coochie for their pleasure? I hate it here.

Sam decides they can’t go another day without their sidepiece, so guess what? We’re going third-wheeling in Italy! I mean, the official term was “family vacation”, but obviously Italy seems to be the horndog hotspot these days (I’m sorry Italy, ILY but  after subjecting myself through the horror film 365 Days, I’m not feeling very lenient with that title).

Thoughts:

Yeah, I know it’s just business and all that but Sam was really ready to up and leave their two young, rather intelligent 7-year-olds for months. Kids remember that shit. It hurts. They’d wonder if it was their fault. And Sam doesn’t even see them that often anyway, it seems like only in the morning or at night when they return home from work. Either Carter or MC actually looks after them. Idk, I just don’t want these pixelated children to get hurt because of parental absence.

Again, like last chapter, the execution of the sex scene was great (as great as sex in this mess of a book could’ve been, I guess), but the logistics don’t really make sense. They did the sex desk sweep thing, right? Where all the things clutter to the floor? And Sam’s a rather important person in a floor-wide suite with only themself, their two children, and the nanny. The twins must be out cold. Unsurprisingly the Choices Multiverse’s security fails to present itself adequately. And practically all of NYC could see through Sam Dalton’s window walls. I guess animalistic fornication makes people lose a couple of brain cells now and then, but what would I know about that?

Hey, writers? Maybe don’t use the phrase “ohmygod…” in both the sex scenes and the scenes with the twins talking about mac n cheese? Just a thought…

I know we’re trying to root for this relationship but Sam’s just such a shitty character that I cannot feel anything for them. Can we not forget that he said he would kill the next dude who touched us? Big fuckin’, scary fuckin’ red fuckin’ flag, man.

[rosesfromcth]

Could u plz write a singledad!cal imagine where he hires the reader to take care of his 4 year old lil girl and the lil girl and Y/N bond and lil baby hood called her mommy one night and cal starts falling for her and it’s fluffy cause she becomes a mother figure for his lil girl I’m soft wow

Oof. THis hURT me. Okay. I put off studying for my huge exam tomorrow to write this. But i’m glad I did. I hope you like it and it’s what you had in mind. ;) bYE.

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“Have a good night, Mr. Hood. Bye Sweetheart.“ You say asyou lean down to give the small girl a hug.

“What did I tell you? Call me Calum.” Your boss reminds you.You give a weak chuckle in response. The truth is, you’d love to call him thatbut you don’t want to cross that line with him. You knew that if you became toofriendly with him, it wouldn’t be hard to fall for him. As evident by the latenights you spent at his house that turned into sleepovers because he didn’twant you to have to be out in the night too late and the many social gatheringyou had attended with him and his little girl. You’d been nannying for Calumfor the past six months. His young daughter, just barely four years old, adoredyou as much as you adored her.

Calum was very busy and as a result you spent a lot of yourtime at his house even if he was there because you would be on all for wheneverhe needed to leave and couldn’t bring his sweet girl with him. His daughter wasthe spitting image of her dad. Large brown eyes and curly black hair thatsoftly hit her shoulders. She had the sweetest cheeks in the world and youalways found it hard to resist reaching out to pinch one or give her a kiss.

Calum on the other hand wasalways confused by (Y/N). One second, she was fitting right into their familydynamic and the next she was holding him at arm’s length.  He did know however that he was always happyto have her around. She helped make his life a bit calmer but also filled hisempty house with warmth and excitement.

He couldn’t deny that one ofthe reasons he had hired her in the first place was less than professional. Hefelt an instant spark of attraction when he met her and knew his daughter wouldget on well with her. He was soon introducing her to his bandmates and familywho all loved her as well. One night, his daughter came into his room askingwhere Miss (Y/N) was because she’d had a nightmare. Calum knew she approved ofthe newest person in her life. He explained to her that Miss (Y/N) was a veryspecial person in their lives but she couldn’t be there all the time like Daddywould always be. But the fact that his little girl was so attached to you insuch a short period of time made him realize there might be something behindthat initial attraction.

“Did you know mommy is pickingme up from your practice, Uncle Ash?” Sweetheart asked one day before bandpractice had started.

“Your mommy?” Ashton askedwith concern clouding on his face, he quickly looked for Cal. “I’ll be rightback, go see your Uncle Luke.”

“Okey dokey!”She repliedcheerfully before skipping over to wear Luke was scribbling down lyrics.

“Hey Cal. Did you know she’scalling (Y/N) her mommy now? You should probably talk to them both about that.”Ash tells Calum once he finds him.

Calum makes a mental note to talkto his girl later that night when he gets home but in the meantime decides tomention it (Y/N) when she gets there. Ashton returns to where his niece isstanding with Luke. Michael had join the pair in his absence and was now makingthe small child burst into hysterics.

Just then, (Y/N) walked intothe practice space. The other boys kept their niece occupied while Calummotioned for you to follow him back into the hallway.

“So, I have somethingimportant to talk to you about. Ashton told me that my girl was calling youmommy.” Before he even had a chance,you butt in.

“I had no idea, if I did Iwould have corrected her. I swear.” You stuttered, you didn’t want to get introuble or for him to think you were trying to replace her mom. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you didn’t” He smiledgently at you. “I’m gonna talk to her later about it, I just wanted to give youa heads up. She really loves you, you know. It was really hard, on me more thanher I think, when her mom Passed away. It was hard knowing she would neverreally know her mom, or have that figure. Even though, we weren’t togetheranymore, we were still really good friends and she would’ve been an amazing momhad she had more time. I also want to thank you for everything you’ve done forour family and for making her so loved beyond her Uncles and I. I was reallyreluctant when I decided to hire some extra help, but as time went on and shegot older, I knew I had to. I am just really glad it was you who we chose tobring into our family.”

Your hand was resting on Calum’supper arm, your thumb stroking gentle circles on his bicep. You hadn’t realizedyou’d even reach out but you gave his arm a quick squeeze before pulling back.

“I never met her mom, but I’msure she was amazing and I am so sorry she will never get the chance to knowher daughter. She truly is amazing.” You quietly reply.

“I just worry about her, Iknow I’m not as present as I would like to be. BU tI hope she turns out okayand that I’m doing a somewhat okay job.” He leans against the wall his backslumping into the brick pattern. He slowly slides down the wall and sits on theground. After a moment of hesitation you join him.

“You’re doing great. She is somuch like you from what I can tell. Besides just her looks, the beautiful browneyes that I personally can never say no to,” At this Calum chuckles.

“Neither can anyone else.” Headds.

“But she is always smiling, sheis such a happy little girl. She is sweet and funny and so smart. You are doinggreat, she will be just fine. She’s just like you.” You tell him with all yourconfidence.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He says ashe grabs a hold of your hand.

You knew it wasn’t meant inanyway other than a friendly Thanks-For-Comforting-Me way, but it still sentbutterflies into your stomach. Unlike other times that you felt yourself gettingclose when you would usually pull yourself away, you let him hold your handthis time. The two of you sat in silence. You took in the details in thehallway around you to distract yourself from the fact that you heart was racingand hoping that your boss couldn’t hear it.  As you sat there, you began to think you weren’tthe only one feeling something and maybe it was time to let your guard down abit.

Later that night, as you weretucking the sweet girl into bed, you heard the front door open. The rest ofyour day had been uneventful. When you got home you guys had made Mac N Cheesefor dinner and then decided to watch Moana on the couch where she had promptlyfallen asleep between you and Duke. When the movie finished, you left her onthe couch to sleep while you did dishes and a quick clean up before carryingher to her bedroom upstairs. Calum got back a lot earlier than you expectedhim, too. It was only nine thirty, normally he wouldn’t get back until around11 as he and the boys would get a drink often times after practice.

You met him at the bottom of thestairs.

“I just tucked her into bed,she conked out in the middle of Moana. How was practice?” You asked.

“It was good, long butproductive. We got some new writing done.” He responded.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna takeDuke out real quick before I leave.” You told him before turning down the hallto find the old dog.

“Give me a second and I’lljoin you. We can take him for a walk.” Calum called.

You worked on getting Duke leashedup and grabbing a bag while you waited for Calum to join you. When he did, hepulled the door open and motioned for you to go first. You led duke out of thedoorway and onto the sidewalk down to the street. The night was cool but inyour sweater and jeans, you felt comfortable. It was quiet between the two ofyou, the only noise was cars in the distance and crickets chirpingsteadily.  It wasn’t until about a blockfrom the house that either of you said anything.

“So, I was thinking about whatyou said today. You really think she’s just like me, even the eyes you can’tsay no to?” Calum teased as he nudged your shoulder with his.

You could feel a heat risingto your cheeks.

“Um, there’s a quality to bigbrown eyes that I’ve always had a weakness for.” You told him under your breath.“But yes, I do think she takes after you a lot.”

For the second time that, hereaches out to grab your hand. And for the second time, you let him.

“That means a lot. I’m happyto know someone thinks I’m doing okay.”

“I also wanted to apologizeagain about her calling me her mom.” A breath falls from your lips.

“It’s alright. I’m glad toknow she’s with someone every day that she cares so much for. And if she wereto call anyone her mommy again, I’m glad it’s you.” He says, but once he realizeswhat he had said, his eyes widen. “I mean not like, you’re her mom or we’retogether or anything but, you know.”

“Oh yeah. Totally. Got it. Iknow.” Stammers out of your mouth.

It’s quiet again. But not forlong.

“I mean not that that would bethe worst thing you being like her mom or anything. I mean, you are definitelyattractive and you love her, and she loves you. And you’re great, like, I dolike you, like that, I mean.”

Wait, what? Your head isspinning. Who knew a simple walk could make you this out of breath?

“You do?” You finally say inresponse.  

“I do? I do what?” He asks.

“Um, like me?’”

“Oh.” Realization dawns on hisface again. “Sorry, you make me nervous and I don’t always know what I’m sayingaround you. I feel like a schoolgirl. But, yeah. I do. I like you, have for awhile. But if you don’t feel the same, I hope we can remain friends and you’llstick around. I don’t want to hurt my little girl, she would be devastated ifyou left.” Cal says, growing more confident with each word, but you can tell,behind the facade, that he’s still really nervous. So you stop and turn to lookat him.

“Maybe we could go outsometime, like on a date?” You squeak out.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.”He smiles down at you. “I know it’s kind of soon but for as logn as I’ve knownyou, I’ve always wondered what kissing you would be like.”

“Well, I can tell you. It’ssuperb, best experience you’ll ever have kissing someone.” You tease him and helaughs.

“I mean, can I kiss you?” Heasks.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.”

#CalumHood #calumhooddad #dadcalum #rosesfromcthrequests

[gilliansanderson]

If Ever There Is Tomorrow; Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry this took forever, I had to physically beat the words out of the muses mouth for this, I tell you. Next one should be up quicker I swear. Anyway, tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

[Chapter 1] [AO3]

2. Where The Wild Things Are

Fall 1971

The once green leaves have fallen and turned to rust. They rustle softly in the breeze, accompanying a symphony of cicadas as they mourn the end of summer. Mulder is ten years old today, and in typical Mulder fashion, had decided the only just way to celebrate hitting double digits was a trip to the gloomy forest. Dusk seeps in like the tide; Home-time has long since passed, but Mulder has a flashlight and a story to tell.

“Once,” he begins, voice dramatically hushed. Perched on the rotting trunk of a fallen tree, his young audience leans in, eager to catch his words. “In these very woods, lived a very old, very bad man. He lived in the very tops of the trees and from up there he could the whole world. He lived on rats and owls and, occasionally, lost little girls,”

The mid-October wind picks up forcefully, a chilling wail punctuating his words, the small group shivers and huddles ever closer. “One day there was this girl, she was nearly seven years old and had long brown hair, her parents were worried, because she went away one night and never came home, so they went looking in these woods all night, but when they finally found her she was dead, in a nest of bones on the top of the highest tree and the man had chewed her face right off…”

“Stop it, Fox! You’re scaring Samantha,”

Samantha had grown visibly pale. Scully, snapped out of her trance, puts a comforting arm around her, “Don’t worry,” she whispers in the other girl’s ear, “It’s only pretend,”

Mulder’s inner circle consisted of his sister, his best friend, and his best friend’s sister, who though quite fond of Mulder was even fonder of Samantha, with her braid-able hair and a mutual love for Barbie dolls which Dana, despite her greatest efforts, had never come to share. So it comes as no surprise when Melissa jumps to her defence.

“I think I’ll take her home, Danes,” she tells them, rising to her feet and dusting off her floral skirt.

“Aw, c’mon Missy, don’t be a killjoy,” Scully groans, but Samantha stands and throws her an apologetic smile, “It’s okay Dana, I’m kinda tired anyway,”

“Don’t stay out too late or mom will freak,” Melissa says with the proud authority only an older sibling could possess, before tugging the younger girl gently behind her, until the warm glow of her lantern fades into the distance and plunges the forest into black once again.

“Well, what do we do now?” Scully huffs. “Have I told you the one about the Jersey Devil, Scully?”

She rolls her eyes towards the moon. “Only like a billion times,”

“How about hide and seek?” he concedes, “Or are you afraid of the bad man too?”

They glance up at the twisted treetops concealing the glittering night, no monster in sight. “I’ll play with you, Mulder,” Scully smirks and quickly turns, “But you have to find me first!” she calls behind her as she darts off through the trees.

Mulder shuts his eyes and counts to ten.

Fall 1978

Dana hovers nervously on the fringe of the cafeteria, a plastic tray filled with questionable mac and cheese and neon green Jell-O held in an iron grip, for which she is quickly losing her appetite. This is the part she despises. catching people’s eyes, pretending to be interested, to be interesting, trying in vain to explain where she came from; everywhere and nowhere. She hates feigning a confidence which she so desperately lacked.

Dana’s tendency to overthink was new and overpowering. Somewhere along the way, in some school locker room or some sleepover where she was just a pity invite, she had lost the invulnerability of childhood, and let insecurity seep under her skin with every whisper and sideways glance, at every failed attempt to infiltrate friendships which had already been forged in the fires of early adolescence.

Her code-breaking docs squeak on the linoleum floor, she is painfully aware that she’s beginning to attract attention. She feels too small and too large all at once, somehow taking up too much space, yet not nearly enough.

That’s when she feels the hand on her back.

“Scully,” he all but whispers, “Can we talk?”

She trips over air as she recoils. Macaroni becomes airborne, half the room turns to stare. Dana’s face matches the ketchup splattered on the floor. “I don’t have anything to say to you,” She seethes. She had been avoiding him like the plague since she ran out of the principal’s office, thinking she’d be doing them both a favor by avoiding confrontation.

“Scully, I’m sorry, I just…” Mulder stammers, his gaze intense, mournful, nervous. What right did he have to be nervous? Anger overrides anxiety as years of dormant resentment bubbles to the surface and erupts like a volcano.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right to call me that, you can’t talk to me as if you know me, like we’re still friends. Friends write, Mulder! Friends talk to each other, friends acknowledge each other’s existence! I don’t care what you have to say, it’s too late for this, Mulder, I don’t want to talk to you or Samantha or anyone…”

She’s cut off by someone grabbing her wrist, pulling her roughly away from Mulder’s wounded expression, from the hundreds of eyes trained on the scene before them and into the girl’s dingy bathroom.

“Missy, I was handling it,”

“You weren’t handling shit, Dana. Fuck.” Her sister curses as she bolts the door and cracks open the window. “Why did you have to go and make a scene? It’s been hard enough on him already,”

Dana catches sight of herself in the mirror and quickly looks away. She already hates her features, they’re worse when twisted with rage. “Hard enough on him? What the fuck, Missy, who’s side are you on?”

Melissa sighs and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, putting one shakily to her mouth, “I knew I should have just told you,”

Dana is momentarily stunned. Her mom had made them promise that they would never smoke when her grandfather passed away, after years of sucking on cigars turned his blackened lungs to ash. She’d already broken that promise several times, but she hadn’t thought that her sister ever would, and for some reason, this fills her with unease.

“Told me what?” Her fingers fumble to strike the match, but she finally sparks a flame. After a long moment of silence, she speaks. “Dad made me swear not to tell you” Smoke billows from her lips, curling and dancing under the fluorescent light, poisoning the air with her poison words. “Samantha was taken, Dana. She was kidnapped, I guess, a few months after we left Massachusetts,”

The walls constrict and the world turns on its side. All Dana could focus on was the tears trailing down her sister’s cheeks, leaving track marks in her rouge, as the things she was telling her registered in her brain. “I guess they thought… How do you even explain that shit to an eight-year-old? What if we had stayed a bit longer? you practically lived there and…”

Dana remembers how to breathe around the same time she remembers how to speak. Oxygen feels like fire in her lungs, her fury burns in her throat. “And what?” she rasps, “What? you think it could have been me?”

“Dana, don’t…” her sister pleads.

“How could you even think to keep something like that from me? She was my friend too, Missy. Mulder was my friend and…”

Mulder. Shit.

Dana bursts out of the bathroom, throughout the crowded dining hall, conversations stall. Mulder is already gone.

Fall 1993

As a child, Scully had a recurring dream of being stuck in a museum overnight, the exhibits would come alive and start to speak. The Smithsonian at this moment was dead, as she stares at the Neanderthals behind the darkened glass, Darwin’s apes learning to walk, she wonders what they would say.

Nature had never come naturally to her. While it felt like practically all her friends were getting married, getting pregnant, getting mortgages, all she was getting was older. And then there’s Mulder.

She feels his lingering presence long before his reflection appears the glass.

“You always did have a knack for running away,” his voice echoes throughout the empty room, life amongst the ruins of the ancient and extinct.

“You’re one to talk, Mulder,” she bites back, feels him flinch, and immediately wants to stuff the words back in her mouth

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know what you meant,”

This was something they were still getting used to. Their dynamic was all new, yet all too familiar, a battle of wits in an instant turn into a hesitant dance. They compliment and contradict each other to the point that it was maddening. There had always been something about this man, and the boy he used to be, which sparked an insatiable curiosity, a hunger for the extraordinary, one that could never be satisfied by homily divorcees or besotted superiors to her eternal frustration.

“Are you going to let me look at that?” she softly breaks the silence, nodding to the fresh wound on Mulder’s ribs, which he was gingerly palming through his blazer.

“You just wanna see me with my shirt off,” he grunts, “You shouldn’t abuse your medical license for personal reasons, Scully,”

“It only seems fair after Bellefleur,” She allows her self a smirk

“You have some recently un-repressed memories you want to discuss?” He laughs humorlessly, their banter turning dry as it comes back to Samantha, as it would always come back to Samantha. Scully remembers listening to his regression tapes, seeing her picture in that file, how her heart hit the floor. The doe-eyed girl in a nightdress, the girl who had cried when other kids scraped their knees or stepped on ants. Scully can see the Samantha-shaped hole her absence left behind his eyes, and she can’t blame him at all. She gives up the attempt to lighten the mood and cuts to the chase.

“I know you believe she’s out there Mulder, I want to believe she’s alright too, but…“ she chooses her words carefully, “But I don’t want to see you keep getting hurt,”

The silence is deafening, she starts to think that the wax figures might break the silence before Mulder does, but then he hooks his fingers gently around hers and anchoring her gaze to his. “I just… need to find out, Scully,” he murmurs, “Even if that means doing it on my own,”

Scully studies Darwin’s early men and thinks of how far they’ve evolved, how far they still have to go. Maybe subconsciously she feels she owes it to the girl she once was or the girl she once knew, but she feels herself being drawn in deeper down the rabbit hole, drawn back to him. She takes a deep breath and squeezes his hand, answering his unspoken question.

“You won’t be alone,”

[lunarlooroo]

“Remember, snacks are in the bag, but no sugary foods two hours before bedtime. And don’t let the boys talk you out of bathing them. Make sure you check in on them at least every hour if you leave them to play. Oh, and-”

“Relax, Heather! We’ll be fine. You’ll only be gone for a week. I’m sure Cedric and I can handle the little scamps for that long.” Hadrian smiled and took the plush toy she had been fiddling nervously with out of her hands. “Go wow all those stuffy academics with your superior runes and potions knowledge.” He trailed off when he heard the pitter-patter of little feet approaching them.

“Mama going now?” a toddler with wide green eyes said in a wobbly tone. Looked like it was Galen’s turn to speak. Finian had been the one talking for the past few days.

The tearful voice had Heather in another panic as she crouched down in front of her babies. “Mama and Papa will be going to a big convention for the week. You two be good for your Uncle Rian and Uncle Ric alright?”

“We be very good!” her boy said again, as his brother nodded along. They clutched each other’s hands in a show of support.

The sight melted her heart and she wondered again if she could get out of going to the convention.

“We could cancel the trip, if you are truly that worried.” The warm hand around her waist settled her a bit. She turned to find Severus’ concerned gaze.

“No,” she sighed, “I’m going to be one of their speakers, I can’t just back out now.” She fussed a little with Galen’s hair, smoothing it down. “We’ve just never left them for so long before.”

“I know, but we do have to start somewhere. We will be but a floo call away. I am certain your brother and his husband will manage in our absence.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine! The week will be over before you know it!” Hadrian said. “Now go before you change your mind. You’ve been preparing your presentation for weeks!”

“Alright,” she conceded, looking back to her twin boys, “Now come on, give Mama and Papa a kiss goodbye?”

Galen and Finian both giggled and bestowed wet smooches on her and Severus’ faces. She looked adoringly at her husband as he hugged their children, murmuring his own farewells.

“Buh-bye!”

The last thing Heather saw before she disapparated was Hadrian, Galen and Finian waving goodbye.

~~~

“Now come on, boys,” Hadrian said cheerfully, “let’s go see what lunch your Uncle Ric has for us today, yeah?” He held out his hands, grinning when they eagerly reached out to hold them. They were a little subdued, but nowhere near a crying fit, so Hadrian counted that as a win.

“They gone already?” Cedric asked, as the three of them trooped into the kitchen. “Thought for sure Heather would turn right round and cancel the whole thing.”

“Don’t joke about that, she very well could! You know how she gets. It took forever to convince her to accept the Potion Guild’s invitation.” Now that Cedric had mentioned it, Hadrian looked out the window worriedly, half-expecting his sister to reappear on his front step.

“Who said I was joking? I still remember the long talk I got before our bonding ceremony.” Cedric shuddered a little at the memory. “She’s scary when she’s being protective.” He plated up the last serving of mac n’ cheese onto a child-proofed plastic plate and put it on the dining table. “But you two will be having fun with your Uncles this week, right Galen and Finian?” he cooed.

The boys laughed and started talking about all the games they wanted to play with their Uncle Rian and Uncle Ric.

Hadrian listened intently, humming and ahhing to show he was paying attention. What little gloom they’d had at seeing their parents go had been quickly forgotten. Galen and Finian were remarkably well-behaved boys, shocking everyone who knew their godfathers Fred and George. He and Cedric could handle this, no problem.

~~~

“Where’s Mama?” Finian asked, blinking sleepily as he sat up in his bed. Hadrian froze, halfway out the door.

“Err, Mama and Papa are away this week, remember?” He forced a laugh, seeing the growing frowns on both boys’ faces. “Come on sleepyheads! We’re having chocolate pancakes this morning!”

Fortunately, the promise of their favourite breakfast food was enough to derail any potential meltdowns. Hadrian heaved a sigh of relief when they perked up and jumped out of bed.

“Pancakes, pancakes!” Finian chanted as he and his brother walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen. Galen was humming in tune.

“Morning boys! What are you all so excited about?” Cedric asked, feigning confusion.

“Pancakes!” Finian squealed.

Cedric tilted his head and furrowed his brows. “Pancakes?” he echoed. “Where? I don’t see any.” He looked all around himself in large, exaggerated movements, before shrugging.

Finian and Galen pouted and stomped their little feet. “Uncle Rian said chocolate pancakes!”

Hadrian about melted at the cuteness.

“Oh! Chocolate pancakes! You mean these?” Cedric stepped aside to reveal a high tower of pancakes on the counter behind him.

“Yeah!” The boys jumped up and down in excitement, then rushed to seat themselves at the table.

Hadrian watched in amazement as the toddlers did their level best to eat their weight in pancakes. They had inherited Heather’s appetite, that was for sure. He and Cedric finished their own portions at a more sedate pace, keeping half their attention on the twins to make sure they didn’t choke.

Once they were done, however, Finian looked expectantly at them and asked, “Mama and Papa?”

Hiding a frown, Hadrian tried to distract the boys. “So what do you two want to do today?”

To his horror, Finian’s lip trembled, a sure sign he was about to burst into tears. And what one twin did, the other was sure to follow. He was never able to calm them down when they started crying, no matter what he did.

“Look here boys!” Cedric exclaimed, “Your favourite book! Why don’t you let Uncle Ric read this to you?” Sure enough, the other man was holding out a colourful book and waving it enticingly in front of the twins.

Slightly mollified, the boys nodded their heads and stood to follow Cedric to the living room. Hadrian shot him a grateful look, which Cedric replied with a wink. Disaster averted.

Just to make sure everything went smoothly, Hadrian prepared two glasses of pumpkin juice for the boys. It wasn’t quite the hot cocoa they adored, but he didn’t think Heather would appreciate it if he plied them with sugar in her absence. They like pumpkin juice well enough, anyway.

When Hadrian went to look for them, he found Cedric halfway through the first chapter of Bobby’s Potion Adventure. It was about a young wizard’s first time brewing and the mistakes he made along the way which he resolved with the help of his friends. Hadrian had rolled his eyes at it when Heather first bought it, but the boys really did love it. He really shouldn’t have been surprised. Severus actually read them real potions books. Extremely basic ones, but still.

“‘You’re doing it wrong!’ said Scotty, when he realised Bobby stirred three times instead of two,” Cedric recited from the book.

“You doin’ it wrong!” Finian shouted, faced puffing up.

“Exactly!” Cedric said, grinning at the boys.

“No no! All wrong!” Galen and Finian then folded their arms angrily, glaring up at Cedric.

Hadrian shuddered a little at the intensity of their tiny glares, even though he wasn’t even the target of them. They were Severus’ children alright.

Cedric frowned, finally understanding that Finian hadn’t simply been repeating the sentence from the book. “What’s wrong?”

“The voices! You gotta do the voices!” Finian insisted heatedly.

Hadrian could have slapped himself upside the head. Of course. He couldn’t believe they’d forgotten the voices. What was the fun in reading the book aloud if they didn’t imitate the character’s voices?

“Sorry, Finian, Galen, lemme try again, okay?” Cedric said apologetically.

“NO!” Finian shouted. “I wan’ Papa! Papa does the goodest voices!”

Severus does the voices?

Shaking the mental image out of his mind, Hadrian tried to calm the situation. “Now, now Finian, remember Papa and Mama are working? Uncle Ric does great voices too! Why don’t we all sit down and listen?”

“I WANT PAPA AND MAMA!” Finian screeched, as he banged his fists against the – thankfully soft and plush – couch. Tears started leaking out his eyes, and soon after, he was full-out bawling. Galen took one look at his distressed sibling and was sobbing as well.

Hadrian looked helplessly at Cedric, who seemed on the verge of tears himself. Not knowing what else to do, they each grabbed onto a twin and tried rocking them soothingly. Cradling Galen in his arms, he rubbed gentle circles on his back, tried humming Heather’s favourite lullaby, everything. Galen only kicked harder to try and get out of his hold.

Just when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, he felt the wards ping right before the doorbell rang.

Hadrian looked at Cedric’s occupied arms, then his own. He groaned, which was drowned out by the wailing. He just stood there, panicked, before realising something.

“Dobby!”

A blink, and then the house elf was stood in front of him. “Yes Master Hadrian, sir?” He glanced at the howling toddlers and started wringing his floppy ears in his hands. “Dobby is no nanny elf, no Dobby is not! Dobby has failed Master! Dobby is sorry, very sorry!”

Before there could be three crying people in the room, Hadrian interrupted the elf. “Dobby, could you just go check who is at the door and let them in if they’re family?”

“Yes Master Hadrian! Right away Master Hadrian!”

He had never seen the elf teleport so quickly before, but he didn’t blame the elf for wanting to escape.

Hadrian went back to trying to quieten Galen, who showed no signs of tiring. In fact, he seemed to have become louder.

“Whoa, it’s only been three days-”

“-and you’ve already gotten them like this?”

Utter relief filled him at the sight of Fred and George standing at the doorway. They had always been the best at getting Finian and Galen to stop crying. Besides Heather and Severus, of course.

Without any urging, Fred plucked Galen out of his arms while George did the same for Finian. The redheads worked their magic, probably some kind of exclusive twin-whispering, and in seconds, the boys were lying placidly in their holds.

Hadrian was usually envious of how good Fred and George were with the kids, but now he could only feel grateful.

“Oh merciful Merlin, thank you!” Cedric said as he flopped tiredly onto the couch.

Hadrian threw himself down next to him, curling into his side. It felt like the boys had been crying for hours, though realistically it must’ve been less than half of one.

Fred and George were obviously the better option for babysitters, but since it was the school holidays, it was the peak period for business at the joke shop. Conversely, Hadrian and Cedric were off from their Professor duties.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine what we would’ve done if you two hadn’t come when you did,” Hadrian said, sighing.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Fred said.

“The little tykes would have tired themselves out eventually,” George said, as if that was a comforting thought.

“Now who wants to go help their Uncles Forge and Gred-”

“-whip up a sparkly Bubble Solution?”

Finian and Galen perked right up at that, babbling about random potions facts. Seriously, what was Heather teaching her kids?

And so, the boys spent the day fooling around with their junior cauldron sets, creating surprisingly good bubble bath soap. It was a testament to Fred and George’s skill that neither child came anywhere near to crying.

Alas, this was the Weasleys’ only day off, and Hadrian and Cedric would have to go back to trying to handle the two toddlers themselves.

“Just try to occupy their time. Distract them. Don’t give them any reminders about their parents being away. They’re pretty sensitive about that,” Fred advised as they were about to leave. George was off to the side, whispering to Finian and Galen about something or other. “Oh, and give them lots of hugs and kisses. They must feel pretty lonely without Heather or Severus around.”

Hadrian had half expected the boys to resume crying after their godfathers left, and was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong. He didn’t know what George had said to them before going, but he hoped it was enough to comfort them for the remaining few days of the convention.

~~~

It had been a tiring few days, with Hadrian and Cedric thinking up all sorts of activities for the twins to do so they didn’t have energy to miss their parents. They had done things like reading, flying, brewing, even trips to Diagon Alley and muggle London.

There had been a few close calls where certain things had reminded the boys of their parents, but thankfully none of that had escalated into tantrums like that day.

Fred and George made sure to stop by in the evenings after work to check in, giving Hadrian and Cedric a break from everything.

However, when the day came for Heather and Severus to return, Hadrian was well and truly ready to hand the little hellions back to her.

He about ran to open the door the moment he felt them apparate onto the doorstep. Throwing it open he could have cried to finally see Heather and Severus.

“Wow, miss us that much?” Heather said, blinking in shock.

Before he could get a word in edgewise, he felt little cannonballs shove past his legs. He had to grab onto the wall to prevent from falling. Somehow, Finian and Galen had known about their parents being here and had dashed here as soon as they could.

“Mama, Papa!”

“You’re back!”

It was rare for the twins to be so overcome that they both spoke at once, usually preferring for only one of them to be the mouthpiece when they were both present. Now, however, they were both babbling nonstop, eager to grab their parents’ attention.

Heather, it seemed, had almost missed her children as much as they had her. She immediately fell to her knees right there in the doorway and began smothering them with kisses.

“Mama and Papa are back! We missed you so much, yes we did!” Heather cooed, looking over both her sons, as if expecting them to have somehow changed in her week of absence.

After Heather reluctantly stopped her cuddle attack, the two boys turned their attention to their father and stared up at him expectantly. Severus’ expression was gentle as he bent over to pick them both up, one on each arm, with a slight huff of strain.

“Hello, Finian and Galen. I trust you were well-behaved while staying with your uncles?”

The twins burrowed into the comforting warmth of their father and nodded. “Uh huh, had fun. Missed you Papa,” Galen replied sleepily.

Hadrian was tempted to let out an ‘awww’ at the sight. Watching the usually stern man visibly soften in the face of his children was always heartwarming. Cedric stepped up beside him, having arrived on the scene sometime during the reunion.

“Thanks so much for this Rian, Cedric,” Heather said, giving him his own hug in greeting and a warm smile for Cedric, “Hopefully they didn’t give you too much trouble?”

He and Cedric looked at each other, mind flashing to the earsplitting cries and utterly exhausting adventures.

“Nope, no trouble at all!” they both said in unison, smiling brightly.

Heather simply nodded, with a knowing look in her eyes. She looked back to catch Severus’ gaze before turning to face them again. Grinning impishly, she then said, “Well, that’s great. I imagine Severus and I will need more help babysitting, especially with another one on the way.” She patted her stomach gently to make a point.

His tired mind took a few seconds to catch on to the implication, during which Heather’s grin grew wider and wider.

“Oh. Oh! Congratulations!” He reached out to hug her again, laughing delightedly. “When did you find out?”

“A while ago, we wanted to wait a month or two before telling anyone.”

“Congrats, you two!” Cedric said, shooting a thumbs up to Severus as well, who reciprocated with a nod.

“Did you hear that, boys?” Hadrian said, ruffling their heads, “Looks like you’ll be getting a little sister or brother! Or two,” he couldn’t resist adding that last part.

“Circe willing, there’ll only be one this time,” Heather muttered under her breath, “Or I’ll never hear the end of it from Fred and George.”

“A sister?” Finian asked, awed.

“Or brother,” Severus corrected.

“A sister,” the boy stubbornly insisted.

“Or a sister,” Heather conceded, smiling. “Isn’t that great? You’ll be big brothers!”

The two boys wriggled until Severus put them down again and went to cling to their mother. “We’ll be the goodest big brothers!”

Hadrian crouched down in front of them so that he was eye level with the two boys. “Being the best big brothers means you’ll have to protect your little sister or brother, you know. And love. You gotta loooove the little baby. Love him or her a lot. It’s a tough job, think you can handle it?”

The boys nodded solemnly. “We’ll protect and love our sister lots! With cuddles and kisses and chocolate!”

His lip twitched upwards at the mention of ‘sister’. He looked up at Heather, who had an arm around Severus and a hand on her stomach, smiling tenderly at them.

“Or brother,” Cedric said, just to be funny. That made all the adults crack up laughing, while the two toddlers frowned adorably in confusion.

~~~

Seven months later, on the 3rd of March, Aster Minerva Snape was born.

Heather and Hadrian, who had been sure that the baby would be a girl, were smiling smugly at the news. Their spouses, who had been sceptical of the prediction, were certainly not upset at the outcome.

And Finian and Galen just kept trying to sneak bites of chocolate to the newborn, much to the worry of their parents.

~~~

Bonus: “Hey Cedric, what do you think of adoption?”

[casuallyimagining]

I’m Right Here - Evan Hansen

Knock knock.

The sound was timid, as if it was afraid of being too loud or intrusive. You smiled gently to yourself, knowing who it was without even having to glance out the window. Evan had been coming over to your house every Wednesday since the two of you had started to date. You would do homework together, then your mom would make dinner, and you’d watch movies or play video games on your dad’s old Nintendo. It was nice, and you looked forward to every Wednesday evening because it was one of the few times you ever got to see Evan truly happy and mostly unconcerned.

What you saw when you opened the door, however, was the opposite of any of that.

Evan stood outside, his cheeks flushed from the cold. His eyes were wide, frantic, and you could see sheer terror clouding his honey brown eyes. He fiddled with the hem of his coat, rolling it between his fingers, then smoothing it out, then rolling it up again.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned, motioning for him to come inside. Neither of your parents were home yet, so the two of you were completely alone. Evan didn’t answer. He just shrugged out of his coat, hanging it methodically on the coat tree in the hallway. He stood virtually still, his only movements being his fingers constantly working and reworking the bottom of his shirt. His back was to you, but you could tell he was tense; his shoulders were hunched forward, and he stood so rigidly. “Evan? Are you okay?” You reached out a hand and before you could even place it on his arm, he recoiled violently. Immediately, you took a step back, giving him his space. “Do you want to talk about it?”

At that moment, he spun around to face you. He was breathing heavily. Tears were already starting to form in his eyes. Your heart broke.

“When were you going to tell me?” he questioned softly, his eyes not meeting yours. His fingers had moved on from the hem of his shirt, and now his fists were balled in his pockets. You had no idea what he was talking about, and your face must have communicated that, because he continued. “I-I-I saw the U-Haul in your driveway. When were you going to tell me you were moving?”

“Evan, I-“

“I-I’m sorry if I’ve done anything that made you mad. I’m sorry that… that I’ve been a terrible boyfriend.” A tear slowly rolled down his cheek. You moved to hug him, but he sidestepped away from you towards the door. “I’m s-sorry that I’m so anxious all the time and you have to put up with me. I’m sure you’re tired of it.” His hands were back to playing with the hem of his shirt and he continuously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as if it pained him to stand still for longer than a moment. “Y-you must think I’m such a f-freak and that I… I don’t deserve you and I-I get it. I am a freak and you could do so much better than me, but I thought… I thought you were nice and… and different and I don’t want to assume too much, but I think I deserved to find out from you, n-not from seeing a bright orange van parked in your driveway.” His eyes snapped open. You could tell he was terrified. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll… I’ll go.” He snatched his coat from the hook, knocking down several other coats in the process. He swore under his breath and apologized again, his eyes darting from the coats on the floor to you, to his shoes. Slowly, he made his way to the door.

“Evan, wait!”

He shook his head quickly, reaching behind him for the doorknob. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just… I can’t… I can’t do this right now.”

You watched him practically run down the steps of your front porch and down your driveway, eyeing the U-Haul parked there warily. You sighed, shutting the front door and resting your forehead against it. What had just happened?

You ate a very awkward dinner with your family that night. Both of your parents were concerned by Evan’s absence, despite the fact that you insisted he just didn’t have as much work to do and he wanted to spend some time at home. While listening to your parents comment on how much they liked him and how sweet of a boy he was, you made up your mind that you were going to go talk to him.

That’s how you ended up standing on his front porch at 7:30 in the evening. You knocked gently, glancing through the glass in the door to see if there were any signs of movement. Nothing. You tried again, a little louder this time. “Evan?” you called just loud enough that he would be able to hear from inside. “Ev? It’s me. Can we talk? Please?” You saw the curtain in the front window move slightly. He was home, then. And he was ignoring you. Sighing to yourself, you knocked once more, ever so lightly. “Ev, I get that you’re mad at me, but I’m not really sure why,” your voice was barely above a whisper. You weren’t even sure if he could hear it, even if he was listening to you. “Please. I just want to talk.”

You waited a never-ending moment. Then, when nothing happened, you felt a single tear fall off your eyelashes. You felt terrible. Evan was mad at you, and really, you had no idea why. You wiped your eyes on your sleeves and attempted to compose yourself. “Look, Evan.” Your voice was louder this time, you didn’t let any of your emotions seep through. “I’m sorry. For whatever I did. I’m sorry you feel this way. I’m sorry about whatever happened at my house. I’m not moving. My parents recently rented a storage unit and they needed the U-Haul to get the Christmas decorations out of the house.” You sighed, stepping away from the door and muttering one last apology before trotting down the steps and into the drive way.

“Wait.”

You stopped in your tracks, but you didn’t turn to look at him. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and really, you had no idea what he actually said, you just assumed. You hadn’t heard the door open.

“I’m sorry.” The door creaked open, and you heard the brush of fabric against wood as he leaned against the doorframe. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You probably hate me, don’t you? It’s just that… I panicked. I-I-I saw the moving van and I just… I shouldn’t have assumed, I know. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I wouldn’t. I just-“

“Evan.” You said it forcefully. He immediately stopped talking. You ran a hand through your hair as you turned to face him. Evan’s eyes were red and puffy; you assumed he hadn’t stopped crying since he left your house. You climbed the porch steps cautiously, deciding that, at least for now, it was better to change the subject. “Have you eaten?” He closed his eyes and shook his head, his fingers drumming mindlessly on the doorframe. “Are you hungry?” After a moment, he nodded and stepped aside, motioning for you to come in.

You followed him through the living room and into the kitchen, discarding your coat on the back of the couch as you passed. You sat down at the little breakfast bar, watching in silence as Evan dug through the cabinets looking for something to eat. He emerged with a cup of microwavable mac and cheese, and after several moments of attempting to remove the cellophane lid, he surrendered it to you, his hands shaking too much to be of any use.

“I’m sorry I’m such a burden,” he mumbled, standing aside as you poured water into the cup.

You started the microwave before answering him. “You are not a burden, Evan Hansen.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around him gently. “I promise you. You’re not.”

Cautiously, his arms snaked around you, as if he was afraid that you would pull away at any second. His chin rested in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his breath just behind your ear. “Still. I… I don’t know what came over me earlier. I mean, I do… but I didn’t think it was a problem. I’ve seen U-Hauls before. They’ve never bothered me. I-I guess it just affected me different because it was like…” You waited silently for him to continue. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to say, but you didn’t want to interrupt him. He needed to get this off his chest. Supportively, you held him a little closer, rubbing circles into his back with your thumb.

Gently, he pulled away, and you let him. He retreated slightly to lean against the countertop. He didn’t look at you, his hands alternating between tapping lightly against each other and playing with the hem of his shirt. “My dad left us when I was five.” You nodded, leaning against your own section of countertop. You were close to him—close enough to brush your hand against him if you wanted to—but far enough away that he didn’t feel crowded. “I-I dunno. I guess it affected me more than I thought. He just… he just showed up. With a U-Haul. And he took his things. And he was just... gone. And I guess I sort of just panicked earlier because I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want anyone to leave. I need you. I love you.” He paused, his eyes wide. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I shouldn’t have said that. Now you think I’m a freak. We’ve only been dating for what, like, three months? Who says I love you after three months? I’m sorry. Really, just... just forget I said anything.” He shook his head wildly and escaped from the kitchen. You sighed, hearing him practically running up the stairs to his bedroom.

When the microwave beeped, you took it upon yourself to stir the cheese packet into the noodles and take it up to Evan while it was still hot. He needed to eat, whether he was feeling embarrassed or not.

His bedroom door was ajar, so you knocked once, sharply, before entering. Evan was sitting crosslegged on hiss bed, his phone clutched in his left hand as his right played with his sock, twisting it between his toes and tugging at the excess fabric. You sat the cup of macaroni on his bedside table on top of his box of medications, and crouched down so that you were within his line of sight without being too intrusive.

“You don’t have to feel like an idiot, you know.” His eyes snapped to you even though his body didn’t move. At least you had gotten his attention. “Your dad leaving must have been real traumatic. I don’t blame you for not wanting anyone to leave you. And, for what it’s worth… we’ve been friends for a few years now. So I don’t think you jumped the gun on anything.” Cautiously, you reached out to grab the hand that was fidgeting with his sock. You watched as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

He patted the space beside him on his bed and scooted over a little, making room for you. You faced each other, your knees touching, and your hand still holding his own. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he mumbled, his eyes finally directly meeting yours. "I'm just... I'm sorry."

“Don’t be. I love you, Evan Hansen. I think you know that. I’m not going anywhere. As long as you want me around, I will be. I can't promise there won't be days that I get frustrated with you, and I can't promise there won't be times when I need space, but I will always be here for you when you need me.” You felt yourself getting pulled swiftly into a hug. Evan’s head buried itself in your neck, and your arms wrapped around him tightly. You rubbed his back gently, feeling his breathing change. He was crying, you assumed, but not for the same reasons as earlier. “It’s okay. I’m here,” you soothed. “I’m right here.”

[xcheybaby]

Grace

Disclaimer: Some names of people and places have been changed for privacy reasons

“Cheyenne!”

        I turn around and a long-haired little girl comes barreling across the room and into my arms. I hug her as tight as I do every Wednesday night when I come to the town;s humble church to tutor my favorite first grader. The large meeting place turned cafeteria has large round tables with folding chairs filling the space. The small windows toward the top of the walls don’t let in much light, but the bright LED bulbs make up for the absence of natural light.

        “How have you been, Grace? I missed you this week,” I tell her. She giggles and tells me that she missed me too.

        “I made you something at school today!” She exclaims.

        “Oh, you did? What is it?”

        “It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.” I close them as tight as I can and I hear her digging around in her backpack. Finally, the rustling of papers stop and she taps my shoulder to let me know I can open my eyes. I open them and in front of me is a hand drawn picture of two girls, one tall and one short.

“It’s me and you!” she says as she hands it to me. “I made it during free time at school. My teacher helped me spell the words.” I look at the top of the page and “I love you this much” was scrawled in her sloppy handwriting.

        “See, my arms are out like this because I love you thiiiisss much.” She holds out her arms for another hug. I hug her tight once more. This is the last time I'll see Grace and I don't know how to tell her. The Study Buddy program is coming to an end for the school year, and I won’t be able to volunteer again next year. I decide that I won't tell her until it is absolutely necessary. My heart breaks at the possibility that I won't see my little Grace again. I can feel the sting in my nose as I fight back the tears.

"Come on, let's go get some dinner, okay?" I pull away from her so she can't hear my sniffling.

"It's mac and cheese today!"

 I remember the shy and scared little girl who was assigned to me for Study Buddies at the local church at the beginning of the school year. I remember praying for a girl when they were reading the names off on that first night. I mean, I would have been happy either way, but something about tutoring a young girl made me excited. I wanted to be a role model for her. And plus, all the young boys in this program were bouncing off the walls 24/7. I didn’t think I could handle their never ending energy for very long. But when they called my name and I walked up to the front of the room and saw Grace, my heart immediately felt both elated and saddened at the same time. I was ecstatic that I was assigned a her, but she was so scared that first day. Unlike many of the other kids who had been a part of this program for a while, this was her first day, too. The program leader, Val, introduced me to this very nervous looking child.

“Cheyenne, this is Miss Grace.” Val placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “And Grace, this is your new study buddy, Miss Cheyenne.” Grace stared at her feet. “Why don’t you say hi to her.”

Without glancing up, Grace spoke in the quietest voice, “Hello, Miss Cheyenne.” I bent down to her level and smiled. “You can just call me Cheyenne if you want.” Grace looked up at me for an instant and then back down at the floor.

“Okay.” She said.

 Watching her now, bouncing through the meal line, talking with all of the other first and second graders at a million miles an hour, smiling, laughing, it’s like she is a completely different girl. She is much more outgoing and confident than when I first met her. I’d like to take some credit for that. It makes my heart full to see her so happy and unafraid. After getting her tray, she practically spills her juice fast-walking back to our table.

“Be careful,” I warn her, but I can’t hide my laughter.

“I’m sorry, mac ‘n cheese is just my favorite and I couldn’t wait!” She flashes the brightest smile as she shoves the first spoonful into her mouth. “Aren’t you gonna get some?” She mumbles through her cheese filled mouth.

“I already ate before I came,” I answer her. She shrugs and continues eating her meal.

I hadn’t eaten before. Truth is, I was too nervous to eat. Trying to figure out what to say and when to tell her that I probably wouldn’t see her for a while, if ever, left my stomach churning. She finishes her last bite as Val claps her hands.

“Okay everyone, time to get started. Let’s all throw our plates away, please.” I grab Grace plate for her and stand up.

“I’ll get this tonight. Just grab your backpack and we’ll go pick a spot upstairs to do your work, okay?” She complies and we make our way up the stairs to the kids rooms. Our favorite couch is taken tonight and Grace pouts. “Ugh, I wanted to sit there!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We have to give some other kids a turn on the couch, right? We can’t hog it every week.” She sighs and picks a table on the other side of the room, near the coloring station. This girl loves to color. Every time we finish her homework and reading, she makes a beeline to the coloring station to get some crayons and paper. The church didn’t have coloring books, so I’d draw the outlines of trees, or stars, or farm animals, and she would color them in.

 For that past Christmas, I had spent hours upon hours making a special gift for her. She had told me once that she didn’t have any coloring books or crayons at home, and that gave me an idea. I stayed up for hours the night before I saw her for the Study Buddy Christmas party, drawing outlines of scenes for her to color in and even printing out some free Disney coloring pages I had found online. I compiled them all into a book, bought her a huge pack of crayons (you know, the 64 pack with the sharpener on the back — the one all the cool kids had), and wrapped it all up with a big bow. She opened it the next evening and she was confused. I had to read the cover of her new coloring book out loud before she understood what it was.

“It says ‘Grace’s Coloring Book.’” I pointed out each word as I read them aloud to her. Her eyes lit up and she squealed with delight. She put the book down carefully and wrapped her thin arms around me as tight as she could.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered to me.

 That was about five months ago and since then, we’ve colored a page together every Wednesday night. Each page a collaboration between the two of us. When the book was all colored up, I bought her a new one. And when the book was all colored up, I bought her a new one. Each page a collaboration between the two of us. I’ve been lucky enough to receive a page or two from her as presents and I proudly hang them in my dorm room.

But tonight, we will not be coloring. Grace has an ungodly amount of math homework for a first grader. “What are these teachers thinking?” I think to myself.  I help her through the math as best as I can, because sometimes I even struggle with first grade level mathematics. Then it’s on to geography. I help her identify all the states she has learned so far and she tells me their capitols.

After we finish her last page of work, she zips up her backpack and then looks at me with a gigantic smile. I know what she wants. I turn around to the bookshelf behind me and pluck out the same book we read together every Wednesday night, Where do Balloons Go?. We take turns reading each page out loud. She struggles with a particularly large word, and I help her sound it out.

“Sk-” I say. She repeats

“-eye”, “-eye”

“-scer”, “-scer”

“-ape”, “-ape”

“-er!” she finishes. “I remember now! It says skyscraper!” She giggles and continues onto the next line.

It’s amazing how far she’s come since she first started. Before I started tutoring Grace, she was below her grade level in reading. She could hardly read any of the books the church had in their small children’s library. I had to scour the shelves for something for her to start with. Now, I’m not crediting myself for teaching her to read, but I could tell she wasn’t getting any help from anyone else. Her teacher had too many students to be able to focus on Grace specifically. Her mother has two other kids, another on the way, and is too busy to help her with school work. I think I was the only one available. Having the appreciation for reading that I do, I was happy to help this young girl become a more efficient and passionate reader. By the time our tutoring was over, she had caught up with the other students and was now equal with them in level and able to join their reading group instead of being assigned an easier book all by herself. I was so proud of her. I still am.

Hearing her read words she had struggled so much with only a few months ago fills my heart with joy. She celebrates every word she learns and every book she completes. This book, Where do Balloons Go?, was even more special for one other reason. It had stickers. And not only normal stickers, but they were, as Grace called them, “magic stickers.” They could be removed and reused over and over again. This meant that every time she successfully read the book, she’s allowed to play with the stickers in the back of the book. She was able to create her own story with these stickers and it’s always a really fun way to end the night.

Val comes up the stairs and announces that since this was the last Study Buddy session for the school year, we will be taking a group photo in the gymnasium. I suck in a sharp breath and hold it in for a few seconds. I was having so much fun reminiscing my time with Grace and reading with her that I had almost completely forgotten. This is my last night with her. My class schedule for the following school year does not leave room for the weekly Wednesday night Study Buddy hour..

She grabs my hand and says, “Come on, we have to get a good spot!” I let her pull me along and the other leaders usher us to our spots for the photo. We are two of the first people to be placed in our spots which means we had a little time to wait before the photo was taken.

“Cheyenne,” Grace says in her smallest voice.

“Yes?”

“Are you coming back when I go back to school next year?” She looks up at me and waits for my answer. Damn her puppy dog eyes.

“I’m not sure,” I lie. I knew I wouldn’t be back, but I didn’t — no, couldn’t — admit that to her. I didn’t want to leave her without hope. But, I knew that wasn’t fair to her. Tears well up in the corner of my eyes and threaten to spill over.

“It’s okay, Cheyenne. I’ll miss you, too.” She hugs me and buries her face into my side. I bend down and hug her back tightly. In the last moments I spent with Grace, a flood of thoughts overrun my mind. This girl has impacted me infinitely more than I ever thought imaginable. Grace has taught me that I should never give up and to work through my problems even if I become frustrated. As I watched her overcome her obstacles with reading, she taught me how to overcome my own struggles. She taught me what it’s like to love someone else and that friendship can come from all people of different sizes and ages. Grace will always have a place in my heart no matter where I am. And as the photograph is taken, Grace whispers, “I love you, Cheyenne,” and I swear every muscle in my heart breaks.

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The Ghost From Faye’s Past

“Faye.” Eli said after a while, when Faye calmed down a little. “Why don’t we get you out of here?” Faye sniffled and looked up at him.

“What?”

“It’s stressful here, and there’s no use in you getting all worked up and sitting in a plastic chair. Have you eaten anything in the last twelve or so hours?” Faye slowly shook her head.

“I know you probably don’t feel like eating, but you need food. You need to take care of yourself too.” Eli gave her a tiny smile. He was right, she needed something to keep her going. For Sophia. She was still incredibly angry with him, of course. But he was asking her to eat some food, not sign over her parental rights. She looked at the door Freeman had been lead into. Should she leave? There was so much currently going on she couldn’t bare the thought of leaving when so much was up in the air.

“Faye, you need to take care of you.” Eli placed his hand on her shoulder. “Think about what you need.” Faye let out a shuddering sigh, deflating into the chair.

“You’re right.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying, but she slowly stood up and let Eli lead her out. He had his hand in the crook of her elbow, gently leading her through the building. Faye kept her head down, half ashamed for leaving.

“Miss Ross? Are you leaving?” The receptionist asked. Faye flinched before looking up at her.

“Does that make me an awful person?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Oh, no! Of course not! We’ll notify you right away of any changes, but you need rest! And food!” Her smile was genuine, and made Faye feel slightly better. She nodded before letting Eli lead her outside.

 It was barely light out, the sun just peeking out of the horizon, and it was cold. Faye shivered as Eli opened his passenger side door for her. He then reached into the back, grabbing a blanket, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Oh…thank you.” The gesture was so kind that she couldn’t help but smile.

“That smile looks good on you.” Eli winked at her, then closed the door and walked around to the drivers side.

They didn’t say much on the way to his house, but Faye enjoyed the warm air coming out of the vents and the soft music playing on the radio. She was able to close her eyes and doze off, even, for a few moments until Eli gently nudged her.

“We’re here. Do you wanna take a nap?”

“N-no…” Faye shook her head, sitting up in her seat and removing the blanket. “I want to be awake. Just in case anything happens.”

“Of course.” Eli waited while she got out of the car, then he closed the door for her and lead her up to the porch. The house was small and situated in a military housing neighborhood. But it was kept well, with green bushes neatly trimmed in the front yard, a small welcome rug by the door, and a wooden bench off to the side. Inside was clean, with a kitchen off to the left as soon as they entered, a small living room with a couch and a tv, and then a hallway off to the right lead to two bedrooms and a bathroom.

“This is nice.” Faye admitted, sitting down on the couch while Eli grabbed them both a glass of water.

“Thank you. It’s not much, but it’ll do until I can save up and buy something bigger.” Faye took a sip of her water, then downed the rest of it when she realized how dry her throat was. Eli chuckled.

“See? You need to take care of yourself.” Faye smiled at him.

“I guess so.” She sighed, pulling her phone out of her pocket, then setting it down on her lap when she saw there weren’t any new notifications.

“I can make you some food. Want anything in particular?”

“No, whatever you have available is fine.”

  Faye continued to check her phone while Eli made some macaroni and cheese. Every minute that passed was like a pin in her heart. Where were they? Her babies were out there, scared and alone, and here she was about to eat mac n cheese in her ex’s home. Not to mention her boyfriend was at the police station being accused of having a part in their children’s disappearances. She felt awful, but she knew sitting at the station wouldn’t do anything either.

Eli sat down, placing two bowls on the coffee table. He watched her check her phone again, her lips pulling into a frown when she saw an absence of notifications once again.

“Faye, you’re going to drive yourself crazy looking at that phone.” Eli slowly reached over and pulled it out of her hands. She began to protest, but he held the power button down and placed it within her reach on the table.

“Just ten minutes. Forget about everything, eat some food, and try to relax. They’ll find them. Your sister is looking for them, right?”

“Yeah.” She said, still staring at her phone.

“She’s the best of the best, of course! She won’t let them get away from you.” Faye nodded, picking up the bowl of mac n cheese in front of her. It smelled delicious, and the first bite was like a four star meal. She really hadn’t realized how hungry she was, even though her stomach was in knots.

“See? I knew you’d appreciate some food. There’s plenty more too.”

“Thank you, Eli.” Faye placed the bowl on her lap. “For all of this.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

 Faye found herself actually laughing as her and Eli talked over the next hour. They started talking about high school, Eli’s football, Faye’s cheerleading, their relationship. They avoided the pregnancy and Sophia altogether, given the circumstances. Faye found herself momentarily relaxing, the situation pushed to the back of her mind.

“We did have fun, didn’t we?” Faye asked, smiling.

“Oh yeah. And…” His smile faded. “Leaving you and Sophia was the stuipidest thing I’ve ever done.” Faye stared at him, clutching her glass of water in her hands. “I really am sorry.”

“I…” She stared him down, looking into his eyes. They were deep, swimming with emotion. “I know you are.” She smiled to show him she was being sincere.

“If it’s okay with you, Faye…I’d like to be a part of her life. I just want to see her. I want to know who she is.” Faye hesitated.

“You can think about it. It doesn’t have to be right away…” She nodded.

“I’ll think about it.”

It wasn’t until Eli’s own phone buzzed that Faye realized her phone had been off for an entire hour.

“OH! I’m terrible.” Faye quickly turned her phone back on, and it immediately started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Miss Rodriguez? We were beginning to get worried about you.” It was Detective Peters, Madlaina’s partner.

“Hi, Detective.” Faye ran her hand over her face. “Sorry, I fell asleep.” Why she was lying to a perfect stranger was beyond her. Maybe it was because the guilt inside her compelled her to say anything that would be more acceptable than I was hanging out with my ex and turned off my phone.

“Well, I’m sure you needed it. But you should come back to the station.” Faye sat up straighter.

“Why?”

“Miss Rodriguez, we have your daughter.”

“Oh my god.” She hung up the phone, tears of relief filling her eyes.

“What happened?”

“They found her.”  Eli’s eyes lit up.

“That’s fantastic!”

“Please, can you drive me back?” Her hands shook with adrenaline as she set down her glass.

“Of course.”

“And…I’ll think about you meeting her, just…not today, okay? So much is going on…”

“I understand.” He smiled at her, shoving his hands in his pockets. She bit her lip, then hesitantly reached out and hugged him. He was taken aback at first, but when his arms circled around her, a feeling of peace filled her for the first time in 18 hours.

“Let’s go.” He squeezed her gently before letting her go, and then they headed off towards the police station.

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Our absence

Hello again void! 

Call it what you will but for whatever reason, since starting this blog and regular posting, our lives have gotten so busy. Every weekend in the month of April has been either ‘let’s visit your parents because they are guilt tripping us’ or ‘my job has 5 different volunteer projects and I am attending them all.’ I love my job so I really don’t mind attending the different events, but after I participate in a few, i am exhausted and need to unwind. My idea of unwinding is falling into bed with Mac and watching Friends/Markiplier/Jacksepticeye until one or both of us pass out which takes literally no time at all these days. As I said in the Band Buddies #12 post, that one has been done for quite some time. I had to upload it and edit it in Photoshop but it was done! Also, it was the longest one yet...the next one that I’m working on will be shorter and HOPEFULLY I get it up before Friday BECAUSE FALL OUT BOY HAS SOMETHING PLANNED !!!

Ahem. because Mac and I are a team (hence the whole Mac n’ Cheese branding), we often help each other out. He comes to my events and I do what I can to help him with his freelance work. I am sorry that we have not been keeping with our schedule, but I swear I see the light at the end of this tunnel. There is 1 more full week of school left before graduation and I am helping with all events. All events typically take place after the normal work day (during the 5-10pm free time) but we are doing the best we can. 

We hope everyone out in the world is well and if any of you are also coming up on graduations, CONGRATS!!! 

If you need me, I will now play some sims. My vampire girl is going to marry and turn her mortal baby daddy :) 

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