#the mini break was unplanned but all is okay

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So, there was me thinking today might be a good day to come back to Tumblr after an (unplanned) little break... 😬

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UNPLANNED, Jeff & Glenne’s wedding

author’s note: MY GIRL GLENNE GOT MARRIED SO YOU KNOW I HAD TO!!!!!!!!

Jane tugged at your pearl necklace, her flower girl dress was already wrinkled at the bottom and she probably needed a snack.

“Do you know where he is?” Glenne’s voice was frantic, and if you hadn’t already seen the writing on the wall, now was a good time to realize she was a terminally stressed-out human. The day of her wedding was not exempt. 

“He’ll be here,” you reassured her, watched as her mother zipped up the back of her dress. “He said he was writing some last minute additions.” 

Clicks from the photographer’s camera cut between her words. “Y/N, if your boyfriend ruins my wedding, so help me God.”

Lexi appeared from the bathroom, her arms outstretched to take Jane from you and offer her some cheerios. “Who’s ruining what?”

“Harry is gonna ruin everything,” Glenne turned around, her lips were perfectly glossed, hair tousled in a divine way. She was perfect, she looked beautiful, but her anxiety was through the roof and no one seemed to know how to calm her down. 

“Harry is going to be fine,” Lexi assured her. “And you literally had the last six months to freak out over asking him to officiate your wedding, so…”

“Well he’s late--he’s not even here and we’re supposed to start the ceremony in--” Glenne looked down at her phone on the bed. It was blowing up, Jeff, presumably, just as anxious and likely freaking out over Harry’s absence. “Three minutes. We’re supposed to start in three minutes.”

You held back a giggle and smiled at your friend. You couldn’t tell her, you couldn’t explain that this was all part of Harry’s plan: freak her out and make her think that he’d dropped the ball, waited until the last second to write up the ceremony and get things in line. Buy some time and keep her in the hotel for a few more minutes. Distract, distract, distract.

But he wasn’t late, he was somewhere outside, his lateness was the distraction he and Jeff had put in place to surprise Glenne with a performance tonight from an artist Glenne had been obsessed with for literal decades. 

Jeff was in on it, too--which Glenne had no idea about. His last minute texts where he bad mouthed Harry’s lack of punctuality were all a ruse, one that you were starting to laugh about when Glenne looked up at you with wide eyes. “What is so funny? This is comical to you?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I just know it will all be okay. He’s been so excited to do the ceremony, Glenney.”

“Well,” she sighed, looked over to Lexi and then to her sister, two cousins were also waiting in the living room area of her suite. “Should we go out there?”

“Yes,” Lexi nodded. “And let’s get you a drink while we’re at it. This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“Oh I remember,” Glenne smiled, “I just hope I don’t have to murder anyone tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, took Jane back in your arms when she giggled at a silly face Lexi made. You followed them out through the hotel hallways and onto the beautiful grounds. A clear top tent sat off in the distance, lights strung up to its peak for the main event. Your heels wobbled on the manicured lawn and Jane squinted in the Southern California sun. You were ushered into place, hoping that she would be able to waddle down the aisle and throw out petals like you had practiced the night before. 

Jeff and his parents had already gathered beneath the ceremony trellis, they looked tiny in the distance, stood in front of the ten rows on each side of the aisle. In the middle, almost blending into the flowers and rose bushes behind him, stood Harry. 

Glenne’s sister spotted it first: “What on earth is he wearing, Y/N?”

Lexi and the other bridesmaids burst out laughing, the sight of Harry in a white hotel bathrobe and slippers was enough to make Glenne freeze. 

“Oh my fucking God,” Glenne laughed, a smile cracked on her face when she turned to look at you again. “He’s literally getting murdered tonight,” she giggled. “Always has to be the center of attention, doesn’t he?”

Jane giggled when the others did, a woman with a headset barked more orders for everyone to line up, the rest of the groomsmen appeared and linked arms with their assigned partner. 

Harry--being the person he was--knew damn well that Glenne would lose her shit over him wearing a bathrobe to officiate their marriage ceremony. Which is why he had a partially unbuttoned dress shirt underneath, boxers on and pants waiting nearby. He wouldn’t actually perform the ceremony like that, but he wanted her to have a heart attack thinking he might. 

You weren’t too sure about it at first. Get Glenne all riled up right before her wedding, piss her off and give her a good reason to think that Harry officiating their wedding was the worst decision they’d made? Risky.

But they needed a diversion, something that would keep Glenne’s attention away from the tent and away from the smuggling of a superstar into her wedding--one that she’d planned every single detail and minute of months in advance. 

When you listened to Harry and Jeff talk about it in your living room and plan it all out, the robe, the book, the scotch--you knew that the surprise would be worth it and you knew she’d be thrilled with the outcome. Even if she was left thinking for a little bit that Harry was an asshat.

Jeff was right, it has to be something stupid and big and totally weird to throw her off course. 

I’ll take on for the team, Harry agreed.

Soon the music played and everyone fell into step. Jane didn’t cry, instead she smiled at Harry at the end of the aisle and wobbled forward in her party shoes, holding onto your fingers as she smiled at the guests who waved and cooed in her direction. You took it upon yourself to toss the petals out and hoped it would suffice for Glenne. 

Yet when she made her way down the aisle, her eyes meeting Jeff’s for the first time today, everything else seemed to melt away. Harry’s robe was not the center of attention, and he pulled on some trousers and fixed himself up in the first few minutes of the ceremony, all the while using it as a way to break the ice. 

“Glenne might be one of the most diligent, hardworking, and responsible people I know,” he said to the crowd. “She’s also quite Type A and I figured giving her a good scare right before she marries Jeff would use up any nerves she might have today.”

He smiled in your direction before continuing. “And Jeff is also quite Type A--he’s an incredible manager and friend and partner, and being able to join the two of them today in marriage will likely be the highlight of my year.”

Maybe it was being in front of a crowd, or maybe it was the glass of champagne she’d downed in the hotel room right before coming outside, but Glenne softened once Harry had tugged up his trousers and gained enough of a laugh from everyone. 

They’d written their own vows, words of promise that brought tears to your eyes and made Jane clap her hands together excitedly. She cheered when they kissed, and you were pleased that phase one had gone as swimmingly as it had. 

Glenne was so swept up in the moment that she had seemed to forget all about it, happily strutting down the aisle with Jeff by her side when the music played again. You stuck around and let Jane crawl into Harry’s arms as guests filed out. “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No,” he shook his head, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. “She doesn’t suspect anything, right?”

“Not at all,” you smiled. “But she did say she was going to murder you.”

He smirked, watched as the guests filed out and started greeting each other for cocktail hour. “I think helping Jeff pull off the surprise of a lifetime will be a good way to go.”

“Well hopefully when Justin Timberlake shows up to serenade them at their wedding she’ll forget all about you in a bathrobe being her first sight when she walked down the aisle.”

“Ugh, we are killing it, Jane! Auntie Glenne is going to be so excited,” he told your daughter, nuzzling his face into hers when she grinned up at him. 

“Auntie Glenne already wants to kill you,” Lexi appeared suddenly. “So you need to get over there and put that bathrobe on for more photos. She was just asking why there’s a live-mic getting set up with a stage in there.”

Lexi pointed at the tent--you could see the last minute touches being put in place for the big performance. 

“I can’t believe I’m the sacrificial lamb,” he looked at both of you. “Taking the piss and being labeled as the worst officiator ever for showing up in a robe, all to distract her from the plan her now husband hatched in our living room when he was drunk.”

Both you and Lexi watched him for a second, unimpressed with his mini monologue. 

“As if you don’t love the attention and the theatrics,” Lexi shot back. 

“Well, I can’t believe you guys are putting her through this,” you laughed, pulling Jane out of his arms so he could continue on with his official duties. 

“I know--she’ll forgive me soon enough.”

He pressed another kiss to your face and was off, grabbed a glass of scotch from Jeff’s brothers and changed behind a bush back into the robe. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe it was genius: keep her distracted and pissed off enough with a silly outfit to make the surprise even more special. 

You watched her hit him playfully in the chest when you made your way over. The entire bridal party had gathered round for photos.

 “Aren’t you not supposed to wear white?” Glenne joked with him, took another look at the robe when Jeff reached up a hand to let Harry twirl around under, really showing off his get up. 

“Glenne, forgive me,” he smiled, “I just had to be comfortable!”

“Comfortable my ass!” She laughed, accepted a flute of champagne from a server and picked a fuzz off of Jeff’s suit. “You can be comfortable later--not right now.”

“A few photos like this, though, babe,” Jeff begged. “Don’t you want to remember how much of a dick Harry was at our wedding?”

She eyed Harry closely, and for a second you were sure she was on to them. “Fine--but only because you look absolutely ridiculous and this will be perfect blackmail.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her for a picture, “I can live with that.”

It wasn’t until speeches were made and dinner was eaten that phase two began. Jeff and Glenne had been practicing their first dance for weeks, the music started to play over the speakers and everyone watched as they swayed in the center of the dance floor. 

Harry, who knew exactly the moment the song would end and things would take a sudden turn, had his arms around your shoulders and swayed behind you. “S’nice, isn’t it?”

“That Glenne is about to have a stroke in front of all these people because her celebrity crush is about to pop out of nowhere?”

“No,” he laughed, “this--the wedding stuff.”

“Oh,” you smiled, “yeah, it’s a beautiful place.”

“Would you want something this big?”

You looked over your shoulder, saw Lexi swaying with Jane in her arms at the table over.

“Probably not,” you admitted.

“That’s good.”

“Oh?” You looked over your shoulder at him with a smirk. “Why’s that good?”

“Well,” he took a dramatic pause. “If you plan on marrying me--which I really hope you do--we might be stuck having something extremely small and private.”

You tried not to smile, tried not to get swept away in the idea of marrying Harry and continuing to build a family with him. You’d just made it a year--366 days since Jane was born and the biggest plans you had moving forward was her first birthday party next week, once Glenne and Jeff were back from their honeymoon, of course. 

Before you could reply, though, the song ended, the crowd cheered for Jeff and Glenne, and then people started to gasp when a man in a tuxedo emerged from the crowd and took the stage. 

“Jeff and Glenne,” he spoke into the mic, you peered through the crowd to see her face. White, like she’d seen a ghost, or better, Justin Timberlake. “I’m so excited to be here tonight and to help you celebrate. Glenne, your husband let me know how much it would mean for me to sing a specific song for you tonight.”

Lexi thrust Jane into Harry’s arms and grabbed your hand. “We need to be on the dance floor for this!” She tugged you through people, your bridesmaids dresses automatically giving you the right to elbow them out of your way to get closer to Glenne’s impending freak out.

Harry took Jane and laughed, waved you off and let you throw your arms around Glenne when Justin started to sing SexyBack. 

“No fucking way!” She screamed over the cheers, “did you know about this?”

“Of course we knew about this,” Lexi laughed. “Who do you think helped make everything run so smoothly?”

“Oh my God,” Glenne laughed, “I cannot believe this is happening.”

“We wanted to make sure the day was really special,” Jeff laughed, pulled her close and kissed her again. “And our good pal Harry offered to be the world’s best distraction so we could make sure everything ran smoothly.”

“I knew there was a reason he was wearing that,” she hid her face in her hands. 

“Hey, Harry knows how to cause a scene,” Lexi teased.

“Where is he?!” Glenne searched around the dance floor, a sea of people thrilled with the live performance. 

He was standing off to the side, bopping around with Jane in his arms, mouthing the words to her and pulling her hand back and forth to pull a giggle from her. 

“Just being the world’s best dad,” Jeff smiled and nudged you. “Go get him!”

You got his attention, pulled him back to your circle of friends and felt relief wash over you when Glenne gave him a playful punch in the arm. “I might still murder you for giving me a heart attack, but I’ll try to hold back.”

“You’re welcome, Glenne,” Harry joked, his eyes wide. “You are literally the world’s most meticulous bride, so our scheme to pull one over on you had to be crazy.”

“Yeah, well, I guess Justin Timberlake is a good way to make up for wearing a bathrobe to my wedding ceremony.”

“So you forgive me?”

She thought about it for a second, laughed when he rolled his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him. “If anyone was going to wear white to my wedding, I’m glad it was you. But I’m definitely leaking those photos to the press.”

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49 and 58 with Natasha if u r willing please ❤️

49. “Not with that cold.”

58. “Was it worth being out in the snow/rain like that?”

***This is the first time I’ve written for Natasha. Thank you so much for your request and waiting; my apologies for this taking so long! I hope you enjoy it <3

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Worth It

Natasha was known for being blunt, cold, and efficient. No personal attachments, no contact with anyone outside of the tower or the other Avengers. But with you, Natasha was sweet, kind, and always patient. You found that when she wanted to be, she was a very chivalrous person… Particularly with you.

She had planned tonight's date night. It was rare that you were both off and not training or recovering. After a candlelit dinner on the patio of this cute new restaurant, you both decided to take a detour through the park. It had been so pleasant the last few nights, so why not? The wrought iron light poles were lit up, creating a soft ambiance as you made your way along the cobblestone path. You weren't alone in the park. Several other couples had similar ideas, but your attention was fixed on the redhead next to you; the lights sparkled exceptionally bright in her eyes.

You had recently picked up the hobby of reading more on your breaks, and Natasha asked about the latest one. Your entwined hands swayed front and back as you walked.

"Honestly, it's better than the summary made it out to be. There's been so much character exploration in the first few chapters, and I'm excited to--" You cut off mid-sentence. It had been a series of beautiful evenings, so neither of you thought to check the weather. You felt a distinct drop of water hit the tip of your nose. You looked over at Natasha.

"Did you feel that?"

"Feel wh--?" Natasha asked and stopped short when she also felt a drop or two.

Of course, it started raining. It was just a drizzle first; One of those light summer sprinkles that was still warm. You shrugged and kept going, the both of you chuckling.

"I won't melt," Natasha said and kissed your cheek.

You smiled and gave her a peck on her lips. You then nudged Natasha's shoulder with your own, thinking it was kind of romantic. So you continued walking.

The pair of you made it about another ten feet of soft droplets until that drizzle got a little heavier and a lot colder.

You and Natasha took off at a run to the little shop at the park's end to buy an umbrella. Thankfully it was still open this late.

Natasha held the door open, and you stepped in out of the downpour. You shivered lightly as the air conditioning hit your wet skin.

The umbrellas were right by the door, so Natasha scooped one up and went right to the counter.

"Will that be all?" The store owner asked.

"Yes, please," Natasha handed over the cash for the umbrella. You could see Natasha was a bit chilled with the way she shuffled, waiting for the change, but you could help the noticeable shiver that shook your shoulders.

"Here," she said, taking off her leather jacket.

You waved it off, "no, Natasha, then you'll be cold."

"I can handle it," she shrugged and smirked, "I'm Russian, I'll be fine." You always loved wearing Natasha's jackets, and she loved seeing you in them.

When you stepped out of the shop, Natasha opened the umbrella. It was ever so slightly too small for the both of you to fit comfortably, but with Natasha's arm wrapped around you, you made it work. She definitely didn't tell you that she was still getting rained on thoroughly, though.

Natasha had a smile on her face that was mirrored on yours. The pair of you laughed your way back to the tower, cracking jokes with each other and really savoring the time together.

A quick, warm, shared shower later, and you were both asleep in Natasha's bed.

………...

You woke up and glanced over at the clock. It read 02:00AM, but you didn't need the digital numbers to tell you. It felt early. You looked around the room, not seeing any immediate threats. You never woke up in the middle of the night.

You figured it out quickly enough, though, when you heard the sounds of Natasha's light snoring. She never snored. Even in her sleep, the black widow did not make any unplanned noises.

A dry cough escaped her lips before she continued snoring, not waking up in the process. Her head was resting on your shoulder, her increasingly stuffy breaths puffing against your chest. She'd cuddled up against you at some point during the night, draping an arm over your stomach.

"Oh, Tasha," you whispered and rubbed circles on her back. You placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

You continued rubbing her back as you drifted off to sleep again.

…………

The second time you came into consciousness, you definitely knew what had awoken you. You felt another nudge into your side and a heavy sigh.

"Bless you," you said, voice thick with sleep.

Natasha sniffled beside you, "Sorry I woke you."

"No, don't worry about that. Are you okay?" You asked and brushed some hair away from Natasha's face.

Natasha groaned and rubbed at her nose, "I've been better." She sniffled; the congestion was unmistakable.

"Here, love," you said and reached over to grab the box of tissues.

Natasha swiped one from the box and buried her nose in it.

Huh hhnxxt…. Hih hngt-shoo!

"Bless you, Nat."

She blew her nose and sniffled a few times, "thanks…" Her hand came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She sniffled again and let out a few light coughs.

Natasha took a deep breath and sighed before getting out of bed and moving towards the closet. You watched as she pulled out a pair of workout clothes.

"Um, Natasha? What are you doing?" She'd gone from cuddling to getting ready for the day while clearly verging-on-feeling-miserable. "We still have another couple of days off."

"Yeah, but I need a workout. I was going to go running. Want to join me?"

You blinked at her a couple times. Natasha very rarely got sick, not even an annual case of sniffles. She wasn't great at this whole 'being sick' thing. You got up and took both of her hands. Carefully, you backed up towards the couch in the living room.

"Not with that cold." You said and sat down on the couch, pulling Natasha with you.

"Uhm, love, what are you doing?" Natasha asked, swiping at her nose again. She looked genuinely confused.

"You're sick, so you're going to rest. I'll bring you tissues, tea, and we can just relax the day away. You got sick on our date trying to keep me out of the rain. So now I'm going to take care of you."

Natasha went to protest but stopped. "You know what? I'd love some cuddles and tea and tissues." As much as she would've loved to go for a run or get a good workout, she was feeling more congested by the minute. A run would've been murder on her sinuses, the pounding already becoming a bit overwhelming.

While you went to go make tea, Natasha was on her own mini-mission. If you were both going to spend the day on the couch, she wanted to make it comfortable. Natasha grabbed the extra blankets from the bedroom and both of your pillows. She grabbed one last thing before making it back to the living room.

Natasha got everything set up before getting herself situated. The moving around had already worn her out more than she would ever admit. The shifting had also upset her sinuses.

Not having tissues yet, Natasha buried her head into her elbow with a handful of desperate sneezes.

Huuhh hih eTTSHeew!... hihesSHew. AschHEww!

Natasha took a few quick sniffles, keeping her arm in place.

"You sound absolutely miserable," you sighed, coming back into the living room. You put your hand on Natasha's back as she blew her nose in the provided tissues. You couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the whole situation. You hung your head and shook it a little bit. "Was it worth it being out in the rain like that?" You wondered aloud and glanced over quickly before looking back at the tissues you'd just placed on the coffee table.

A warm hand grasped yours. You turned back towards your girlfriend only to be met with the most patient yet earnest look. "It absolutely was worth it. Any time spent with you is worth it no matter the situation."

You still looked unconvinced. Natasha gently tugged you toward her on the sofa until you were lying against her.

"What would make me feel better are some cuddles… And maybe this." Natasha pulled out the latest book you were reading from behind her on the couch. "You wanna read it to me?"

You smiled and sighed, "I'd love to."

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Safe Sex HeadCannon

“Safe sex is an act of self love.”

Suggestive topics ahead, all promoting safe sex with the 2D men of MLQC

Victor:

Only uses premium condom brands, buys ribbed because this man is all about your pleasure.

Supports your choice if you wish to want to take the contraceptive pill or have the injection, but will refuse to finish in you, always pulling out on to your thighs (Can not risk having little baby Victors without being married, whatever would the investors say).

Most sensible across all the others when it comes to protection, wants sex to be extremely pleasurable for you both however also safe. Will go down on you if your out of condoms (An extreme rarity), refuses to risk it, couldn’t bear to put you in a situation you was not prepared for (WOULD GLADLY BEAR VICTORS BABIES ANYDAY).

After a heavy petting session in his office, things getting getting heated quickly but ended in oral due to him having nothing on him (This man never actually thought he would get to fuck you in his office). Now keeps a big stash in his desk draw.

However, he loves you regardless and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks so if you get pregnant you have a truly wonderful man who will be there throughout your side through thick and thin.

Once married, you finally sit down and talk about the future together, deciding to wait for kids until Victor has someone trained to co-manage the company for him so he can dedicate all his time to you and your budding family. 

When you finally decide to try for kids, all protection is out the window. The first time you feel Victor raw as he finishes in you, it’s addictive to you both, unable to hold back from the sensation. He indulges in you everywhere he can, work, home, car, souvenir, your husband can not get enough of filling you. 

It’s not surprising your pregnant within 4 months of trying, the man’s cock is practically buried in you 24/7. 

Kiro:

This boy has one of the highest sex drives ever. 

Condoms literally scattered everywhere, he has to have you whenever you're alone, wherever that maybe. 

Best believe this boy has his own brand of condoms “Kiros ‘K’ondoms” available world wide. His face and cheeky wink plastered all over the box, sold out within minutes of release in shops. 

He loves sex with you and wants to use his status to promote sex safety and sexual consent as best he can. 

Kiro rigorously tested them on you, claiming it was ‘product testing’.

You consider the option of the injection to help ease the pain of your periods, especially since they have a timing to sync up to when Kiro is finally free for a few days. 

You face a issue once where a condom split, neither releasing until it was too late, however luckily Kiro thrusted at a missing angle spilling inside the broken rubbed against your clit. Panic rushes into both of you. The embarrassment as you have to speak to Savin about the situation as both of you are unsure what to do. Savin gets you the emergency pill for you to take, the world knows you as Kiro’s girlfriend therefore unable to go in and purchase it yourself, it would send social media into an online frenzy. 

Kiro cuddles you and supports your decision to take it, even though he didn’t come inside you, it was a risk you both weren't ready to take. He held you tight as you cried, heavily embarrassed over the situation, him apologising over and over until he could speak no more. You spend the next day with the worst stomach cramps but Kiro’s right next to you, bring endless supplies of snacks and video games for you to play. 

Kiro loves you deeply so regardless what happens, he’s there standing with you and supporting you through it all. 

Luckily, your safe this time, but it makes both of you realise the seriousness of safety and therefore invest in other contraceptive methods, educating you both after your little incident. 

Gavin:

Gavin gets so lost in the heat of the moment the first time you have sex he spills inside you, you extremely grateful you was on the pill. 

You take the opportunity to talk about your contraceptive methods, you with a latex allergy, it made sense for you to be on the pill or the injection. 

Gavin loves you purely, he wants the best option for you so books in with you to have consultations with the doctors, him attending (Only as long as it’s okay with you, which it is seeing how red he goes when you begin to talk about your sex life).

With the recommendations from medical professionals you opt for the injection, the coil and implant in your arm was a close second but both options frightened you and Gavin refused to put you in an uncomfortable situation.

Sex becomes much more intimate with Gavin since, him admiring your body each time, still unable to process that you picked him. That you love him. That you give your body to him, over and over again, letting him fill you with his seed.

When Gavin proposes, you talk about your future with children, both of you desperate to create a child together (Which would be the most loved child within the world). 5 months before the wedding you stop taking the injection due to it taking up to a year for your fertility levels to settle as soon as your married Gavin plans on spending every moment getting you pregnant. 

Girl please. This man got you pregnant on your wedding night. 

The raw emotions and passion between you both as neither of you expected to find out 3 months after your wedding that you were pregnant, a true cliche but the most perfect sign that you were made and meant for each other. 

Lucien:

A god of knowing your body. This man knew you like the back of his hand, tracking your cycles and ovulations as to calculate the risks of your intimacy. 

As a scientist, he knows the best contraceptive methods for you and wants to help you understand. He gives you in-depth talks about options before pointing out what is most suitable for you which you both decide is the mini-pill which stops your periods completely. This is due to the pain you experience on your period, cramps forcing you off work as you lie doubled over in bed after vomiting. It breaks Lucien's heart to see you in so much pain and suffering hence why he slightly pushes you towards the mini-pill.

He will never finish in you, not unless you're begging for him to do so (Which lets be honest you are almost every time)but he also likes to paint your thighs, lower stomach or breasts with his release. A marking claim of him on you.

He downloads an app for you to remind you to take your pill if he’s not with you, he knows how forgetful you can be at times! But the routine quickly falls into sync and throughout all your time together you’ve never missed a pill once!

You’d never spoken about children with Lucien, you presumed the conversation would come up after you was engaged and married however it came faster than you thought. You had been babysitting a close friend's newborn in your shared apartment with Lucien, his face focusing on the sheer glow of you as you cooed and tended to every need, the smile radiating off your face as you cuddled the newborn close to you. 

“Motherhood suits you,” He smiles as you watch the baby slip into a peaceful slumber in the cot in your living room. 

“I think it’s just a woman's motherly instinct,” You laugh back, unable to take your glowing eyes off the tiny bundle of joy. You don’t take your eyes off of her until you feel Lucien pulling you in his lap.

“I want to see you this happy everyday,” He hugs you close to him.

“I’m always happy with you Lucien,”.

“I think you could be happier,” His words making your heart race, was he about to break up with you?

“No-one can make me happier than you,”.

“I’m not so sure on that, I think a perfect balance of us could,” Your heart pounding, almost fluttering.

“Lucien, are you suggesting-” You start.

“Let's have a baby”. 

It wasn’t even a discussion, both of you wanting and giving into the idea. 

Lucien had a timeframe of your fertility mapped and printed out, refusing to do anything on your most fertile days, even making you phone in sick to work so he could try to impregnate you. 

It wasn’t easy and it didn’t happen overnight, months of endless trying until one day the pregnancy test changed from blank to two solid lines. 

Shaw:

Wdf is a condom?

Literally the definition of accidental or unplanned pregnancy.

Basically expects you to take care of contraception, what ever method you choose he is happy with as long as he finish inside your or over your thighs. 

Seriousness kicks in, deciding to become part of the contraception discussion, when you have a pregnancy scare after a missed period but it’s due to the change over of your contraceptive pill. However he loves you truly, through he’s too stubborn to admit it, will stick by your side whatever happens. 

Secretly loves the idea that one day you might carry his child and he can’t wait for that.

[lizacstuff]

SCK Asks: Episode 38

(asks under the cut)

Anonymous said: happy edser just HITS different. maybe it's because we've been so deprived of them together and blissful, it's such a joy to watch. i had a silly grin on my face during all their scenes. sure the tumor cloud is looming over our heads, but this episode only laid the foundation for that and then went into romcom mode, which i really appreciated because we've been bogged down for SO LONG with heaviness, it was nice to just take a breather.

OMG! Yes, all of this. And I’m not sure if it’s happy Edser that hits different, or if it was whatever magic and sparkle these writers injected into this episode that made it hit different.  

The magic was BACK. The sparkle was BACK. These writers took the most ridiculous scenario idea (these two famous architects deciding to solve a murder) and just made it sing. I grinned through the whole thing and laughed out loud, A LOT. 

This was the first episode in ages where I wasn’t watching the clock and waiting for some uncomfortable or unpleasant moment or scene to occur. Instead watching was pure joy and no anxiety, even with a tumor diagnosis. 

There was so much good Edser in this episode it’s hard to know what to talk about. I loved every moment they were on screen together. 

Anonymous said: I have to hand it to you, you said that the reason they were doing this pregnancy story is so that we could find out that Selin and Serkan never slept together. ngl I wanted her to suffer more, but as long as she’s gone I’m fine with her punishment being the humiliation of having to admit that in front of Eda. 

Ha! Yes, I have said that all along, and I’ve never been more relieved to be right. They really went the extra mile with having Selin spell out that it hadn’t happened.  With the English subs it almost sounded like they had never, ever had sex, even before.  If so, I could actually believe it, their prior relationship seemed to be very business like, like they were each other’s safe, convenient date to business and family functions, and it wasn’t emotional or physical for him. 

After the gross story around Selin, and how much damage she did and how much she got away with, this was not nearly enough comeuppance to sate my thirst for her pain. These writers started this story and introduced Selin’s role in it, so it’s not like they 100% inherited something they had nothing to do with. However, between Bige’s limited availability due to her father passing, Sarp Can having covid, and the way the other writers drug it into the ground, I’m also just happy it’s over and will deal with this being all we get, plus, while she didn’t get punished adequately, she did take her lumps. It’s humiliating that Serkan went around acting incredulous to everyone who would listen that she could be pregnant because he never touched her, even while she was his fiancé. I mean that’s a shrinker. Can you imagine agreeing to marry a man who you knew didn’t want to touch you? Everyone now knows her sad, pathetic desperation to have him under any circumstances. Yikes. 

And as you say, she then had to stand in front of Eda and Serkan and admit he didn’t touch her. Admit that Serkan never wanted her, and it’s humiliating that everyone at Art Life knows what she did and thinks she’s a monster. Serkan finally knows she’s an awful manipulator who tried to trick him, and in the end she gets an unplanned pregnancy with a man who doesn’t love her and whom she doesn’t love.  So it’s not like she’s winning by any stretch of the imagination. 

(Though I really wish everyone knew (mostly Serkan and Eda) that she sabotaged Eda’s presentation. It’s important for the characters to know that she can’t be trusted professionally as well as personally... but oh well.)

Anonymous said: Two things: 1) I kinda love it even more that they got the tattoos before he found about the illness.. idk why but it was even MORE romantic. Also does this mean they're kinda sorta engaged again since the reason she said no in the first place was Selin? and 2) I need more of that "ring for love" bell ASAP. My jaw actually dropped when he lifted her up since we were deprived of it in 26.. please more breaking of family structures!!

Oh I agree, I found it very romantic they went and got the tattoos and the only impetus was their desire to have a symbol of their love. I already love those tattoos so much, and I love that they sat their designing them together. They really do signify the ultimate commitment. 

I’m not sure if they’re engaged or not. Maybe they’re in a place where it’s obvious they’re going to get married, they both know they’re going to get married, but we’re still going to get one more proposal to make it official?  

As for the ring for love bell, when and where did he get that!? Hee. And yes to more breaking of the Turkish family structure. That lift and twirl through the living room was... HOT. And it was just so effortless, there are just no words at times for how good Hande and Kerem are, I’ve really never seen anything like it. They don’t really have time to rehearse on set, or limitless takes or the time to really block and perfect things, but they’re just so good together they make magic happen every time they’re on screen.  Amazing. Enjoy this kids, because you probably won’t see anything like it again. 

Anonymous said: With the nature of these shows, Eda and Serkan will not a blissful happily ever after without something hanging over there heads or some new drama until the show actually ends. So if the new angst is Serkan's potential illness, I'm down for the potential angst it'll create.. it's already a good sign that, although he hasn't told her about it yet, he's not pushing her away in fear, but instead the opposite. I also don't think, and really hope not, him keeping it secret rn won't cause trouble.

Yes, I like that even with that heavy health news hanging over the episode, it was still light and funny and romantic and had that old sparkle. That tells me that they’re going to strike the right tone with this story which seems to be a very carpe diem thing with Serkan. 

It didn’t bother me that he didn’t tell her. First, he told the doctor that he didn’t want anyone to know until he had a diagnosis. That makes sense, why worry her, or any of them, before they know.  I’m sure I would feel different if he was pushing her away because of the diagnosis, but since he’s holding her close and just seems to want to spend time with her, without that heaviness hanging over her head, I’m okay with it. 

Also, as seen in the new fragman, if this story is an excuse to get them out of the office and put them in all sorts of scenarios together it would otherwise be hard to justify, bring it on.  Let’s see how far down the list of things to do they can get! 

Anonymous said: i know no one reaaaally cares because they're not most people's favorite side characters, but it's really much nicer to watch aydan and ayfer scenes now that they're both on "team edser" and have become really good friends. i swear, the AAA trio scenes were so unbearable to watch when they were fighting over him and i was fast forwarding through all of them.. at least i can sit through team "united" aydan/ayfer scenes.

They’re actually enjoyable scenes now! I love that they’ve become actual true friends, best friends really, and along with Seyfi I love their little trio.  Love that Seyfi and Ayfer were being so supportive about Aydan rekindling something with Kemal.  And I agree that we can root for them when they’re working for Edser’s well-being and happiness.  I just hope Aydan doesn’t do something stupid if there begins to be some question about Serkan’s parentage. 

Anonymous said: the scooby doo gang ending had me laughing so hard i was tearing up when more and more people kept sneaking in and eda and serkan were getting more and more exasperated. erdem accidentally using flash took me tf out lmao. i love when sck does comedy with the whole cast and not just the usual "comedy" characters.. they're some of my favorite scenes! both "asking for the girl" scenes come to mind.

You could see Erdem using the flash coming from a mile away, but that still didn’t blunt the comedy when he actually did it.  So funny. Also Engin not recognizing Eda, imagine him thinking Serkan is there with some rando woman.  I also love the full cast comedy scenes, they are so much fun and really should be utilized as often as possible. 

The scene where Edser walk back into the house and Aydan and Kemal were there paying their respects had me screech-laughing! So so so funny. Both sides being incredulous that the other was there and wanting answers!  I also enjoyed that Serkan obviously put Erdem in charge of Kemal’s project, because he wants that project to go away. Unfortunately for Serkan, I think it’s going to take more than Erdem to drive Kemal away.  

Anonymous said: Everyone is saying serkan planned the whole thing, do you buy into that? Idk would he really put everyone in a gunpoint situation where they don’t know it’s fake? Cause that’s some potentially trauma inducing stuff. Also I have no idea where they’re going with this, since it’s been a 4 day break from set which is kind of worrying. And do you know why Melisa wasn’t in the ep? I know Sarp can got Covid but wasn’t Melisa posting with cast members on her story throughout the week?

Wow, this is a lot of negative energy and fretting after a really good episode. Deep breath. Since you sent this, we know that Hande and Kerem have been shooting for 2 full days at a romantic looking beach location for 39, so it looks like Edser has some sort of mini-getaway. I don’t see any reason to be concerned about the 4 day break last week. (now the fragman’s out, hopefully that puts your mind at ease)

No idea why Melissa wasn’t in the ep, other than the way the ep was structured with the supporting characters, if she had to miss the ArtLife shooting day then I can see that they would have had to write her out of the full episode, because most of their scenes were there and it set up everything for the rest of the episode. So perhaps she was in quarantine for a Covid exposure, maybe she was legit sick/injured (she has had a foot thing) or maybe she had a conflict for that one shooting day. No idea, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.  Also her absence gave us Ferit/Melo scenes and I’m 100% behind that, give us more of those! 

As far as if Serkan planned the whole thing, he did look pretty smug and relaxed while sitting there at the end, but he also wasn’t planning for the whole group to tag along and make a mess, lmao. We’ll have to see. 

Anonymous said: Do you think bad ratings makes sck in danger of being cancelled or do you think high social media engagement keeps it safe?

Friends, I don’t know anything about the Turkish system, but it seems to me that SCK will either go through May or extend into summer and end then, regardless of the ratings. We shall see. As I’ve said before I’m not going to engage in the fretting and worrying and discussion on this topic because no fan really knows what they’re talking about and there is nothing we can do to change what will happen. So just enjoy the show while we can, the news on when it will end will come when it comes. 

[1dffchallenges]

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a challenge in which authors must write a standalone oneshot or mini fic based on being in quarantine and a popular trope from the list below the cut

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TROPES

best friend’s sibling ( @curlsgetgirls )

best friends to lovers ( @soullikestyles )

coffee shop ( @beautifulletdownfics )

enemies to lovers

established relationship ( @angryinternetduck )

fake dating

friends with benefits

high school sweethearts

long distance relationship ( @unn--known  )

one night stand 

post break up ( @stylishmuser )

return to small town ( @suttonite )

road trip au ( @in-madhouses )

roommates ( @angrynarry )

secret dating ( @taintedwonder )

sibling’s best friend ( @calm-and-wine )

single parent ( @luminescencefics )

unplanned pregnancy

[thatsbucknasty]

she used to be mine (v) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

I will put some warnings in the tags cause I don’t want to spoil everybody but I feel like there are sensitive topics in this one, so go ahead and check the tags!

chapter 5: you will still be mine

You’d think that having an unplanned pregnancy, an unemployed lazy husband and an exhausting job that underpays would be just enough to realize you’re having a bad year. But now, on top of that, said unemployed lazy husband’s truck broke down and I just can’t afford to fix it right now, he’s asking for money cause he already took it to the shop without consulting with me, and it’s not like I can just give him my savings.

He was out all night yesterday, drinking I assume. I have to tell him I’m pregnant. And also, I have to walk to work and to my doctor’s appointment later today, because I can only afford one bus ride per day and usually it would be the one back home from work cause Quentin would drive me in the morning. Life’s just fine and dandy isn’t it?

I’ve seen those videos where women will make a big deal showing their spouse the little pregnancy test and record their reaction. It usually involves tears and hugs and all things pretty, and I can’t help but feel like I’m never gonna have that kind of life. The one with balloons and cake and glitter for the gender reveal party and the baby shower. And I’ve never even wanted those things, but I’m pretty sure Quentin’s reaction will be the farthest from tears and hugs and all things pretty.

-

“Morning, Y/N, you’re late again. It’s the third time this month”. Sam looks angry at me from the counter, at least he’s back to his grumpy self but I feel bad nonetheless.

“I am so sorry Sam, I swear I’m not doing it on purpose, it’s just that I had to walk and you know 4th street’s closed and-

“Hey, calm down girl. I understand. I know y’all think I’m rude and moody all the time but I just like teasing ya... if you ever need help I can give you a ride in the morning”. Great, now even Sam is pitying me.

“And I know what you’re thinking. ‘He’s pitying me’”, he rolls his eyes at me, “but I care about you girls despite all of our bickering. I’m just offering my help cause we’re pals, aren’t we?” He offers me a cup of coffee and I decline but sit down on the stool.

“Why aren’t you drinking coffee Y/F/N?” Oh shit.

“I uh, I-” Shit, shit, shit.

“Y/N?, tell me what’s going on?”

“Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. We are pals, we are! But I didn’t want Nick to know cause I thought he might fire me. I’m pregnant”. I finally sigh and hide my face in my hands, trying hard not to cry in front of him. “God, this is embarrassing”.

“Hey! There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. I understand, actually a lot of things make sense now. The girls know, don’t they?” I hum my answer, my face still in my palms.

“Have you told Quentin yet?” I shake my head and look down at the orange juice he puts in front of me instead of the usual coffee, huh, he can be nice when he really wants to.

“You’re in a real conundrum, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. He hasn’t been working for the past three months. He didn’t come home last night and we fight almost every day. I don’t know when I’ll start showing but my uniform barely fits and my feet are swollen from walking here. It’s just a matter of time until he notices. I can barely afford my doctor’s appointments. Oh! And I might have a tiny crush on him”.

“Your doctor? Wasn’t he married?”

“How did you- nevermind. Well, he’s getting a divorce, but I am married so nothing’s gonna happen either way”.

“Jesus, I wish I could do something to help you. My offer on the ride still stands, okay?”

“Thank you, Sammy. You’re very kind but knowing my husband, he would never allow it. He’d rather I walk with my swollen feet everyday and I don’t wanna fight with him. I’m just so tired”.

“Y/N, I know this ain’t my place but, why are you still with him?”

“I honestly don’t know anymore. I keep making up reasons when Nat tells me to ‘leave his ass’ but I can’t think of any more good ones”.

-

The diner was very quiet today, most Tuesdays it is because Al’s Pancake World has a discount. Sam swore he’d keep the secret about my little crush. I just don’t want Nat to have more material for insisting I should leave Quentin right now. And now I’m walking over to the doctor’s office.

The air tonight is so crisp and I appreciate how summer is about to end. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year. I can’t wait for the diner to smell like pumpkin pie every day. Speaking of pie, I brought Bucky some leftovers.

“Good evening, Y/N. Oh gosh, you brought pie?” 

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“I’m starting to think I should give you something back, you really didn’t have to”.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s just some leftover ‘Kick in the pants pie’, I know, the name’s a little too aggressive but I had a bad week, don’t judge”.

“No one’s judging here. But care to explain the name?”

“I just- I had a fight with my husband earlier, and whenever I wish I could do something that’s not very nice, I just make it into a pie, you know… to express my feelings in a non-violent way”.

“So you wish you could kick your husband’s crotch but you made a pie instead, got it”. It’s insane and we both laugh about it for a minute and he leans back into the exam table. This is nice, having a friend who I can openly talk about my issues with. Wait, are we friends?

“Do you and your husband fight a lot?”

“Um… why are you asking me this?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just- stress is bad for the baby and, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay”, I lean into the exam table next to him, close to him, “we do, we fight a lot. He drives me nuts, and I’m a pain in his ass. That’s just us I guess”.

“I get it. I was a pain in Dot’s ass too”, he scoffs out a cynical laugh and looks at me, “guess she couldn’t deal with that anymore”.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“You can, but I wouldn’t know how to answer. She just got up and left one day. Said she got an internship in New York and we weren’t working anymore, so- she didn’t even give me a real reason, nor a chance to work things out”.

“I’m sorry, Bucky”.

“It’s fine. We always wanted different things. I was raised in a small town and when I went to Chicago for college I was miserable. But I met Dot and I thought life in a big city wouldn’t be so hard if I had her by my side. But then she wanted to do even bigger”.

“Like New York?”

“Yeah. I’m not cut out for that. I love this little town of yours, always did”.

“Oh, so you’ve been here before?”

“Yeah, my grandparents lived here and I would come visit for the holidays. You actually remind me of my grandma”.

“Gee, thanks?” He throws his head back laughing.

“No, I mean because she used to bake like, ten different pies for Thanksgiving. She loved baking. And she was also a little-” He eyes me sheepishly and makes a face.

“A little what, huh?” I smack his arm and try not to laugh at his stupid, cute antics.

“Well, a little strong willed?”

“That’s a euphemism for stubborn”.

“Yeah, it is”. He has the audacity to smirk at me and I can’t help but smile because he says it in a way that feels like a compliment.

Bucky finishes the examination and tells me he’d like to see me again in three weeks. He opens the door for me and we do a little dance of who gets out first. We laugh at each other’s clumsiness and I feel like a teenager. He smells nice, like always. I say goodbye and I find myself hoping the next three weeks go by quickly. I glance at my watch and notice the time. Fuck, has it really been two hours? My appointments usually last thirty minutes tops.

-

“Hi, Y/N”. Fuck, he’s here already?

“Jesus, Quentin, you startled me. What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to see the game at Phil’s tonight”.

“Yeah? And I thought you were supposed to come home early, you said no extra shifts on Mondays”.

“I- I was-”

“Now don’t lie to me, cause I found your money! That’s right, I did! Why were you keeping money in the closet, huh? I took the money, paid Carl to fix the damn truck and drove over to Nick’s and you weren’t there. That angry redhead chick said you left early, so where, the fuck, were you?” He grabs an empty bottle of beer and throws it against the wall.

“Quentin. Stop it, you’re scaring me! Calm down!”.

“I won’t calm down until you tell me where you were!” He grabs another bottle and raises it above his head, aiming straight at me, I’m frightened and I don’t know what else to do but-

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Complete and utter silence. He lowers his arm along with the crystal bottle he’s holding. Tears cascade down my face silently and I can’t help them. I hate crying in front of Quentin but he truly scared me. He’s never been violent towards me. Sure he yells a lot but he never gets like this, and I’m sure he would’ve thrown that bottle at me if I hadn’t told the truth.

“Please say something”.

“You can’t be pregnant, Y/N, and if you are it isn’t mine”. He whispers and I don’t know if I heard him right. I’m at a loss for words for a few seconds.

“Why would you say such a thing? It is yours!”

“No it isn’t! I don’t want it!” He’s yelling again and his words break my heart. If I had the smallest belief that he actually cared for me, it’s gone.

“Quentin? Do you remember that night I went to the Stark’s party with you and we both got drunk? You were wearing your fancy blue shirt with the grey tie, and I had that red dress that you like. This baby is yours. And if you-”

“No, it isn’t! I said it isn’t, Y/N. I- I can’t do this with you, I can’t and I won’t!

“What are you talking about?!”

“You remember Alice? You met her at that party”.

“Right, mini skirt girl, I remember. What about her?”

“She and I-” He looks down at his feet and then back into my eyes and I see it.

“No”. My blood begins to boil. This bastard!

I feel a huge knot in my throat and I can’t breathe. All this time I’ve been grasping for something, anything. Clinging for this marriage to work. Feeling guilty about baking a stupid pie for my doctor, when he’s been sleeping with some girl who’s probably ten years younger than him?!

“No!” I grab the nearest object and throw it at him. And of course it’s a fucking pillow- “Get out! Out, I said! And don’t ever come back!” He’s backing down, opening the door and I yell at the top of my lungs, I don’t care if the neighbors hear me- 

“That money you stole from me was for the doctor’s appointments and the hospital bills, I saved up all of that for this baby, your baby, alone!  And you’re gonna pay me back! I kept a roof over your fucking head, paid for your fucking beers and you cheated on me? If you ever come near me or this baby I will kill you, you hear me?”

I grab his keys and put them on my apron’s pocket.

“And I’m keeping the stupid truck!”

He leaves, on foot, and just like that I’m a single mother. 

“AH!”

What is this? The most terrifying pain strucks my pelvis and I feel a discharge in my underwear. No, no. Baby don’t do this. We are gonna be fine, you and I. I promise. Please. Don’t.

-

chapter 6: a soft place to land

a/n: pls reblog if you liked it c: and don’t kill me, I promise fluff is coming!

[spidernerdsblog]

I forgot that you existed : Chapter one

A/N: okay chapter one is here going a little slow with the storyline wanted to add a little bit of details to the lives of the characters. I can guarantee in next chapter our hero will be in full form and not just in flashbacks. Hope you like it. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

 Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realise you are still not done with each other.

 Warnings: none, flashbacks.

 Mini playlist: love story, ME! By Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts

I'm standing there

On a balcony in summer air

 Sounds of giggles and laughter " No! she is my best friend" Harrison exclaimed pulling you by grabbing your left hand towards him "No she is my best friend!" Tom said, pulling your right hand. You couldn't stop giggling as you were stuck between a tug of war between your two best friends who stated that you can only be best friend to any one of them not both. You were only 5 years old then Tom & Harrison both 3 years older than you but you loved hanging out with them.

Your parents shifted from LA to London for their work and coincidentally your house was in the same neighborhood as were of the boys. You all became friends through your mothers when they used to take you to the park when you were toddlers. You were the only girl of the whole boys gang consisting of Tom, Harrison, Harry and Sam and they were very protective about you. You used to boss them around.

 As Haz and Tom were quarrelling over whose best friend you were in the backyard of the Holland's house. Tom out of nowhere declared "if it's that so Y/N is my girlfriend" and gave a gentle peck on your lips, you stood there in shock and soon you started blushing as you covered your face with your hands and ran inside to your mother who was chatting with Nikki.

 You went up to your mom and asked innocently "Mom, Tom said that I'm his girlfriend and gave me a kissy like you give me every night before bed. Is he no more my best friend ?" Both the mothers started laughing as Nikki spoke  “no peanut he will always be your best friend and if you love bugs stay like this forever maybe he can be your husband too."

 You scrunched your face and said "eww!! I will not marry him"

 “why is that so? " your mother asked laughing

 "he always steals my chocolates" you said innocently “no I don't!! Tom said from behind as he entered the house with Haz, “yes you did yesterday only you took it from my bag at school” both of you now started arguing. Nikki and your mom burst into laughter after hearing it. That was the beginning of your love story.

 Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say "Yes"

 .........................................................

You loved to listen to songs as it helps to release your stress and this song of yours was very dear to you as it reminded you of some sweet memories. You were scrolling through the photographs that you had taken back when you were living in London together with the boys as you thought about that whole incident, your actual first kiss, you smiled and shook your head at the realization that you both had disappointed your mothers.

 You finally dialled Harrison's number he picked up instantly

 "Hey Y/N!"

 "Hello.. this is 911 what is your emergency?" You chuckled

 "You will never change will ya?"

 "That was the plan actually to never change"

 "Talking to you after a long time man missed your voice so much"

 "Me too Haz.. So how's everything going there?"

 "Yeah everything is fine here just wrapped up my new film."

 "Great!! How are the boys, Nikki and Dom?"

 "They are all fine. Harry is busy with his new film's plot, Sam as usual experimenting with new dishes."

 "An.. and how's he?" You hesitatedly asked

 "He's good too wrapped up Avengers 5 will be returning home tomorrow.

By the way congratulations for the success of your new album to be honest it's a badass album the lyrics are dope."

 You giggled.. "Thanks Haz"

 "So now are you free or still have any upcoming projects?"

 "I can never be free Haz I m always working, always thinking of lyrics for my next song. Leave all that, what was the emergency that you said to call so urgently?"

 "Ummm.. Y/N I want something from you."

"Anything for you Haz"

 "You have to promise me first Y/N that whatever I say you have to say yes"

 "When have I ever said you no anyways just tell me"

 "No! Y/N first promise me"

 "Uggh Okay Haz I promise now spit it out. Sometimes you really act childish." you rolled your eyes.

"I want you to come back home I mean back here at London I have planned a 10 days trip to Cornwall at my beach house which we all used to go every summer when we were kids it's a sort of reunion for the whole gang I have invited Z and Jacob too"

 "Haz you know I only go on Christmas every year to spend time with you guys because that is when I m free. And I'm pretty busy this month. I have a recording to be done next week for my upcoming single."

 "Y/N you promised you will not refuse me. I just want a little time from your busy life.”

 "But Haz…"

 "And also I'm gonna celebrate my 30th birthday there, your man is getting old love."

 "Umm... I don't know what to say Haz I'm confused"

 "If you're thinking about him I can assure you there will be no problem besides he is not single anymore so why worry?"

 That is the problem Haz you said in your mind.

 "Umm okay I'll give it a thought and let you know after confirming the availability of dates." You ended the call and fell back on your bed, your hands and legs spreading across the bed  like a starfish. You face palmed and groaned.

 You went into a deep thought, your brain still processing the whole conversation you had with Harrison. After a few minutes you heard your phone buzzing and you smiled as you looked to see who was calling. It was Zendaya, face timing you. You had seriously wished to talk to someone right now. You have very few close friends in the industry and Zendaya was one of them. You collaborated with her for your bad blood music video and you guys clicked instantly from that day you became really close. She was your 3am BFF and you both knew each other's darkest secrets. You picked up the call.

 "So Haz called you up didn't he?"

 "Bingo!! So what are you thinking?" Zendaya laughed

 "I don't know Z. I just feel scared. I know I have met him a couple of times during my Christmas visits after everything happened  but that was just a one day thing and this whole 10 day trip is freaking me out. I also don't want to disappoint Haz. I missed all of his birthdays for the past few years on purpose just to avoid Tom."

 " You are just over thinking babe everything will be fine and I will be there to cheer up your emotional ass. Besides as much as I know Tom is very chilled out he will not bother you."

 " I don't think so. He has a very cold attitude towards me even now whenever I go back home. "

 After you moved to NY you almost begged your parents to move here and stay with you but they were adamant of staying in London so once in a year you used to visit your family and friends during Christmas. The Christmas Dinner was always hosted by the Holland's after your break up you always panicked to go to their house. The first year when you went. The boys, Nikki, Dom welcomed you as if nothing had happened; they hugged you with joy. But when you went to give Tom a hug he just backed off and out of formality gave you a shoulder hug and you got your hint to stay away. He even brought his new girlfriend for the dinner which you thought he did on purpose to make you jealous or hurt you. And you were actually hurt at the thought that he really moved on so quickly. So you avoided family gatherings to prevent such awkward situations.

  "Babe your life doesn’t revolve around Tom he was a part of your life which is over. Start living your life. And we are in our early 30’s and still single don’t wanna die like that do you ??. Even if you want you can have your sweet little revenge by showing off that hot body on the beach and show that asshole what he missed." Z smirked.

 You quirked your eyebrows “So you're telling me to be a bitchy ex who doesn’t want to see her ex boyfriend happy”

 " Nooo!!! I didn’t mean that just show him how happy you are, that you are one of a kind, he will never find anyone like you in his life. We are gonna have a blast honey and you are coming so start packing."

 You had to finally give in with a deep sigh you said .."okay Z I ll go but if I jump off the cliff after all the mental stress I'm going to get in those 10 days you and Haz will be responsible for it." you laughed.

"Oh we won't want that. Besides you have handled more stressful moments than this you will be fine dramaqueen." Zendaya said.

 You talked to Alex about the whole trip to sort out the dates. He was a little sceptical at first about the whole reunion with ex trip , but he believed in you and gave you a nod for the trip. You informed the good news to Haz of your approval to the whole trip. Before you could leave for your unplanned vacation you had to finish recording and shooting for your new upcoming single featuring Breidon Urie.

 "I promise that you'll never find another like me

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

And you're the kind of guy the ladies want

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

I know that I went psycho on the phone

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

But one of these things is not like the others

Like a rainbow with all of the colors

Baby doll, when it comes to a lover

I promise that you'll never find another like

Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm the only one of me

Baby, that's the fun of me

Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You're the only one of you

Baby, that's the fun of you

And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e"..............

 The song was soon officially released by the music company and the audience loved it and your work was done for the moment and now you could focus on the trip. All of a sudden you were really feeling excited about the whole thing. You and Z were constantly texting each other to plan about the journey.

 The day arrived and you met Z at the airport. "So ready for the battle?" she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and laughed "going on a battle would have been much easier compared to this I guess" but in your mind you were confident. Yes you had finally decided that you're ready to face Tom Holland to show him that you have also moved on. And to show him that he'll never find another like you.

 The nine hour flight was uneventful as both you and Z slept most of the time which proved that you both were in dire need of a vacation away from your hectic glamorous lives.

 It was around 5 ‘o’ clock in the morning in London when your plane landed. Both of you collected your check in luggages. Check out was hassle free as it was early morning with few people around and nobody recognised you as both of you were in your hoodies. As you came out of the exit door you started to look amongst the crowd and finally you saw those familiar icy blue eyes approaching towards you.

 “Ah!! Finally the star arrived” Harrison hugged you tight

“And all credit goes to you Z because our star has stopped listening to her best friend may be got someone else to replace me” he hugged zendaya and started laughing

“getting rid of you has been one of the failures of my life" you pouted

 "Ouch!" Harrison dramatically placed his hands on his chest as if hurt.

 "No one can ever replace you from my life you idiot" you lightly punched his arm.

 Harrison chuckled and said with a fake French accent "I m your chauffeur for the day, madame your car awaits at the parking lot."

 After you three put all your luggages in the car. Z and you sat at the back seat and Harrison sat on the driver's seat as he started the car. It was an approximate four hour ride to his beach house.

 " You know Haz I really missed the summer in London so glad I said yes to your plan."

 "The only thing I liked about London when I came for Spiderman:FFH shoot is the Harry Potter museum" Zendaya declared

 You noticed Harrison looked a little off today so you asked "you look a little bit stressed out Haz what's the matter bud?"

 "How do you read my mind so easily?" Harrison sighed.

 "I'm your best friend dumbo now tell me what is the thing that is bothering you so much?" you said with concern in your voice.

 "Okay I need to say you something, just don't be mad Tom will be bringing his fiancee too at the beach house. But don't worry everything will be fine I promise."

 Your face went expression less as you looked at Harrison then to Zendaya. You were starting to panic from inside. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes as you leaned on Zendaya's shoulder. She rubbed your shoulder to comfort you as you thought in your mind "what a great start to this cursed trip."

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[wayward-mikaelson]

Come Back pt 7

Word Count: 3323

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas (Mentioned), and Reader

About: A month after the Reader and Sam slept together, the Reader tries to make it work with Dean who knows something is up but still tries anyways. But all the Reader can think about is Sam. During that time the brothers go on  hunting trip and while they hunt the Reader and Sam can’t stop talking. The morning after they comes back, the reader is welcomed by something unexpected.

Warnings: Language, Unplanned Pregnancy, and Fantasizing 

A/N: I am taking requests as soon as this next part is over! So send them in! 

Tag List: @hobby27​ @donnaintx​ @myinconnelly1​ @elansaidaris​ @magssteenkamp​ @squirrelnotsam​

The next month is hard and almost a blur.

As I knew it already, the next morning I wake up feeling just fine. There isn't a shred of guilt or conviction of sleeping with Sam. I lay there in bed thinking about all of it over and over again. The way his hands felt on my bare skin. The way he looked at me when thrusted inside of me. The way our bodies felt against each other. It will forever be embedded into my mind.

I get up and get dressed into something comfortable. When I open the door, there stand Dean in jeans and a t-shirt. The same thing he wore yesterday and what he was wearing while sleeping when I went to peek on him after my 'shower' with Sam.

"Hey," I say catching my breath. "What's up?" My heart races as Dean looks me up and down. I may not feel guilty for having sex with is brother but I surely didn't want him to find out if it isn't through me first.  Good thing I got dressed too, Sam let me take his flannel when i saw that my shirt was wet.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to get a quick breakfast and work on Baby with me this before it gets too hot," He says brushing his hair back. Damn that was hot too.

"Um, sure," I say closing my door behind myself.

"Perfect," Dean smiles and leans in and kisses my cheek. "Let me shower up and we will be on our way. I do wish you could join me though and help me get those hard to reach places."  With that he walks away. He probably thinks I'll follow him or that I'll say screw and have sex with im. Not going to happen. One, I had sex with Sam last night. Two, I'm still confused as fuck as to what my feelings for both Winchester brothers are. Finally, three, he must think me stupid or desperate.

I make my way to the kitchen and see Sam already up and dressed and making a smoothie. I have some dirty thoughts about the smoothie and where it all could go so he could lick it all up. If Dean weren't here I would jump onto that real quick, but I remember Sam's words from last night. He's going to wait until I make up my mind.

"Morning," I say standing next to him handing him the spinach.

Sam takes the spinach and smiles. "Morning," He lets his hand brush mine. The movement leaves a trail of goosebumps and a small shiver runs down my spine. "No regerts?" His voice is in a hush tone. "Cause I don't." Sam's takes a step behind me and leans his face down to where I feel his breath on my neck. "In fact, I had a dream where we continued to my room. Sadly, I woke to a hard dick with nowhere to put it in. So I had to take care of myself."

I begin to feel hot and wet. I bite my lip an turn to face Sam whose face is just inches from mine. "I can see how that can be problematic," I whisper as I slowly run my fingertips up his arm. "And no," I then start to trail them down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Sam shifts his legs around. That alone makes me even more wet and the longing for him more urgent. "I don't have any regrets about last night."

Sam senses what I am felling. He lifts his hands and brushes loose strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't get too excited," he whispers. "Unless you want Dean to walk in on us. Cause I can bend you over the counter and get deep inside you."

I smirk and step aside. "You're right," I grab a glass and get some water. "Speaking of Dean, he's taking me to breakfast and we will be working on the impala. To be honest, I don't know how to feel about it."

The rest of the day is a full blown blur. Sam kept busy with some reading while Dean and I worked on the Impala. I have a hard time focusing on helping Dean that I tell Dean that i need to take a break . He offers to come with me and I tell him he should stay and continue on the impala. He nods and continues working.

As I am about to leave Sam spots me. He wonders where I'm going and decides he wants to tag along. I know I should say no because I am actually enjoying my time with Dean and wanted a break to think. How can I think when the younger attractive Winchester is sitting next to me in the car?

Once at the gas station, I go in and tell Sam to just stay put. As I'm grabbing beer and snacks, I see her. The ginger bitch that makes me want throttle her. But I don't because I know I am no better than her. She notices me and stares me up and down. Her look is pure hatred. I ball my fist and move on. She isn't even worth.

Back in the car I pull out the two mini bottles of Captain Morgan and shoot them back. I almost never shoot back straight rum without mixing it. The burn of the alcohol coats my throat and I start to feel the buzz. Sam watches and take the keys from me.

"Hey," I say tossing the bottles in the back.

"Nope," Sam is already out and motioning me to the passenger seat. "I'm not going to let you drive after you just downed those. Are you okay?" He starts the car and before I answer the ginger walks out and I  stare at her as she walks away. I envision of me pull her to the back alley behind the gas station and putting the fear of God into her. Sam notices and pulls the car out of the parking lot before I act on my thoughts.

"Do you think I should confront Dean about what he did? Or should I see if he tells me?" I ask once we were on the road. I am starting to feel the effects of the rum. "Or we can pull over and have some really hot sex. I'm pretty felxible."

Sam laughs. "YN," He says. "I am super tempted but I won't. One, you're buzzed and I don't take advantage of buzzed beautiful women. Two, we need to get something you to soak up the alcohol. Finally three, I do think you should confront Dean about it when you're ready and right now, honey, you are not ready."

Sam goes through a drives thru and orders me a giant hamburger and fries. Once I'm done eating it and chugged the water he got, I start to feel better and less buzzed. "Thanks for coming with me," I rest my hand on Sams leg. He takes my hand and holds it there.

"Me too," He says kissing my hand and letting it go.

When we get back to the bunker, Dean has the impala parked up front. He's putting a few bags into the trunk. Dean must have found a case or someone called him about something. This will be perfect time to just stay behind and think.

"Hey, I was wondering where you went," Dean says as Sam gets out of the car.

"Yeah, I insisted on going with YN," Sam says pulling out the three bags. "Good thing too, She decided she just wanted to down two mini bottles of rum."

"Just because?" Dean asks.

"Just because," Sam says. I sigh knowing that Sam has my back.

Sam passes Dean who grabs his arm. "Is that pie?" He points to the bag and looks at me.

"Yep," I make my way and take the bag. "But it looks like you're headed out somewhere so you'll have to wait until you're back to have some fun with it."

Dean rolls his eyes and follows both Sam and I inside. "About that," Dean keeps following the pie. "Jody called and said she thinks that she has a vamp problem and wants some back up."

I nod. "Well in that case, "I hand him the pie. "Share with Jody and the girls. I will be staying back to relax."

Dean closes the gap between the two of us and pulls my face towards his. His lips were soft gentle. "Don't get to freaky while I'm gone," and he walks out the bunker.

Sam is looking at me. "It looks like he's trying." Sam sounds sad but he walks up to you and set the bags on the library table. He runs his hands on the table probably thinking of the night before. "But the look you give says you don't want to."

I shake my head. "I don't know, Sammy," my voice is quiet. "We shared something last night that I never felt with him." I look down and lick my lips thinking back to that spark that I felt with Sam and how safe I felt with him. Dean may make me orgasm two times but, I never felt that spark with him.

"Help me pack a bag," Sam says taking my hand and pulling me to his room. I am extremely confused why he wants me to help him pack a bag but, the moment we get to the doorway of his room, he spins around and pulls me into a soft kiss. Now, I understand. I smile against his lips and then pull away. "I wanted my lips to be the last thing you feel."

The boys left shortly after that.

I spend the next week reading and studying some of ancient books in the bunker. Something that Sam and I had in common. Something Dean and I didn't. When I'm not reading I am baking. I bake a few pies, breads, and muffins. When I'm not baking I am shopping at the local farmers market. Something that Dean would be confused at because I love fast food as well.

When I'm not doing any of those things, I am laying down in my bed either watching a pointless show on Netflix or staring at the ceiling. Thinking of ways to confront Dean about that ginger chick. But nothing good comes from it. Everything I think about leads to an argument or me leaving. But I can't do that to Sam. Not since I'm falling in love with him.

By the end of the week, while I am soaking in an herb bath to relax my muscles, I get a text from Sam. I dry my hands and pick up my phone that is laying on the ground.

Sam: Hey, some good news and bad news. What do you want first?

YN: Bad news.

Sam: We won't be home for at least another week or two. That nest was part of two other nests. One nest is in Michigan and the other is in Illinois. Shouldn't take too long. How are you holding up?

YN: I'm doing well. Just soaking in a nice warm bath.

Sam: If my brother weren't next to me I would ask for a picture.

YN: Oh stop it! I miss you. These books are boring without you here.

Sam: I miss you too, YN. I should probably go, Dean just gave me a side glance. I don't need him getting upset. Especially during a hunt.

YN: If he asks, Tell him I baked some goodies to donate to the nursing home here in town.

Sam: On it.

I set my phone back down on the ground. That wasn't the first time Sam texted during that week. Sam always made sure to check in once a day where as Dean, he barely did so when he tried to sext the other night, I couldn't do it. Nothing he did or said or sent turned me on. But this simple exchange with Sam makes me long for him even more. I can already feel his hands on my skin, trailing it inch by in. It's in this moment that I realize that I am done with Dean Winchester.

Over the next few weeks. I do the same things. I read, I bake to donate to shelters or nursery homes, and go shopping at the farmers market. I text the boys every now and then. They call if they have something they need looked up and they can't do it.

By the end of the third week that they are gone, I start to feel sick. Massive headaches, body aches, extreme tiredness, and then not to mention I'm always hungry. Every morning feels like I've been hit by bus. I even sleep most of the days and snack on crackers and ginger ale. The night that the boys are supposed to return, I text them saying I wasn't feeling well and that they were more than welcome to eating the baked goods I made.

The morning after the boys get back, I wake feeling one hundred perfect. Finally, I think to myself, I beat whatever virus wanted to kill me. I get up and dressed for the day. I am starving as I make my way to the kitchen. I see both boys are awake. Dean is at the stove making eggs and bacon. The smell hits me like a bag of bricks. I feel my stomach turn and in the next minute I am rushing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.

"YN," I hear Sam call after me.

I ignore him as I slide into the bathroom on my knees and let whatever wants to come up, out. And it doesn't stop. I am fully aware of Sam coming in and pulling back my hair and just being there. By the time I'm finish, Sam hands me a towel. I lean back and bury my face into the towel.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks rubbing my back. The action feel super nice and I try and focus on that.

"I think so," I mumble into the towel.

I never puke unless I've over done with alcohol. Which I didn't. I am a super light drinker most of the time and these last few weeks I rarely drank. I think long and hard when it hits me. My stomach turns again and I drop the towel and am back to hacking up stomach acid. Sam is back to holding back my hair until I'm done.

"I'm going to shower," I rest a hand on Sams knee when the realization becomes stronger as to why I'm hacking my guys out.

"Okay," Sam rubs my back again. "I'll head out to the store to get you something to help settle your stomach." Sam gets up and walks out the door, closing the door behind him.

I get up as fast as my stomach will let me and turn the shower on. I open the bottom of the sink and dig through my stash of tampons for the hidden tests. I learned with sleeping with Dean that he's really good at convincing me not to use a condom or the pull out method. And me being stupid, never bought birth control either. So far, I never needed a test until now. I rip open the one test I do find and sit back on the toilet.  When I'm done, I cap the test and set it on the counter and get into the shower. I need to have proof that I actually showered.

The water feels amazing on my skin and my stomach starts to feel better. I focus on other things than the test I took but I can't. I quickly wash my body and brush my teeth before getting out. I dry off and get dressed. I close my eyes and say a little prayer. Whatever the results are, I will figure it all out.

PREGNANT

The words stare right up at me and I feel a little dizzy. "Okay," I whisper. "It's okay. You know who the father is. You know everything will be alright." There's a knock at the door. You stash the test back into my pants pocket and open the door. It's Dean, he's got a worried look on his face.

"Sam said you were hacking your guts away in here before leaving to get stuff for you," he says. I can detect a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Yeah," I slip on out of the bathroom. "Can we talk before he gets back?" I ask.

Dean and I walk to the library. The test is poking my side and thigh as I walk. We sit at the table I can see that Dean was aware of what I was planning on saying. He was smart like that.

"I cheated on you," He blurts out before I can get a word out. "The night that we got back and found out that the blade the shifter used on you was poisoned and Cas had a hard time healing her, I thought I was going to loose you. So I went to the bar and got drunk and next thing I knew I was walking up next to some ginger. I did it again a few times. Then Cas saw signs of you improving and I felt really guilty. I told Sam and he begged me to tell you but all I wanted to do was forget."

I sat back and with nothing to say. I had this whole thing planned out. Pregnant or not. Dean continues, "I feel you start to pull away after you woke up and I guess you found out. Then that day you went out with Sam to get beer and stuff, I was jealous and started to have some doubt. I started to hope that maybe going hunting with just Sam would fix that and we would be close again but then I saw you guys kiss. That's when I knew I lost you. I'm an Asshole for what I did"

I look down at the table. There is guilt rising up to the surface. I knew in the back of mind I needed to leave the boys. Leave and never return. But about about the baby? I shake my head and pull out the test and sit it in the table. Dean sees it and before he could talk I speak.

"No, you're not the father," I pick up the test and just stare at the big bold words that tell me that I'm going to be sober for nine freaking months.

"When?" Dean doesn't sound upset. Sad but not upset.

"The night that we got back from the burger place. Sam told me about the ginger." I look up at Dean who's nodding. "Then Sam and I had sex." Literally steamy hot shower sex.

"Okay," Dean gets up and storms out of the bunker, slamming the door behind him making me flinch.

The hormones start to make themselves known. The tears start to form in the corner or my eyes. I'm not sad for what happened. I still don't regret that night with Sam. I wipe a few away and notice Sam standing at the bottom of the stairs. He sets the bag in his hand on the table and before he could get to me, I slide the test over to him. He sees it and picks it up.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I hear worry in his voice but I see a glint of happiness his eyes. I nod and wipe a few more tears aside. Why couldn't they stop? Sam walks up to me and pulls me from the chair. He brushes a hair back behind my ears and cups my cheek. "We got this," he says, "Everything will be just fine."

Sam presses his lips to mine. I smile against his lips and knew that he speaks the truth.

[daintandfaint]

eating disorder tw

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I'm trying to decide what to eat tomorrow. I bought me two bags of the skinny pop mini cakes because it was on sale. A serving of 22 of them is only 120! I'll definitely be having that as a snack and honestly I really want them right now. But I can wait.

Currently, I mostly eat a lot of processed, high calorie food because they are cheap and I'm very poor and need to make money stretch. But if I only eat it as my one real meal during the day then I should be okay.

I always have some rolled oats, fresh berries and yogurt that I've been saving for times like this so I can make things like smoothies, overnight oats or just have yogurt and berries as a snack. It isn't much, but it'll help break up the unhealthy stuff I have to eat.

My goal is to plan out all my meals with some leeway for if I need to eat something unplanned.

Tomorrow (today, I just noticed it is past midnight), I will eat the skinny pop and then likely eat one of my higher calorie frozen options that I've been putting off. Altogether that is 540 which is well under my 1k calorie limit. This way is I need to take any medication throughout the day that requires I eat or my mom offers me something unexpectedly I'll have a hard time saying no to, I can eat it and at least still be under.

Honestly, I'm just afraid I'll binge in the skinny pop. My period gives me a bottomless pit for a stomach and cravings.

[princessmisery666]

Talking To The Moon (Sam Wilson Mini Series - Part 2)

Series Summary: After helping Cap take down S.H.I.E.L.D Sam returns home with plans to make good on his promises to Skylar. But plans never go the way they are supposed to and with his newfound fame comes consequences of previous actions. His new life as Falcon will mean nothing if he can’t share it with the one person he wants by his side. Will he finally be able start the life he should have been living for the last sixteen years with Skylar? Or are there some consequences not even the Avengers can put right?

Warnings for part 2: angst, language, unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, mutual pining. W/C part 2: 7.1k Notes: Can be read as a stand-alone but is the sequel to “A Reason To Come Home” - link below. Set after Captain America: The Winter Soldier. For this to work Sam doesn’t go looking for Bucky at the end. Characters part 2: Sam Wilson, OFC, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Jarvis, Maria Hill, Other OC’s. Beta(s): @tmnt-bucklover​ / @firefly-in-darkness​ / @slytherkins​ - though all mistakes are my own. 

Master Lists: Main Master List / Series Master List

Talking To The Moon - Part 2

Saturday February 22nd 2014. 

Sam jabbed the elevator button with more force than was necessary. It didn’t matter, Tony could afford to fix it if his incessant jabbing broke it. He gave the button a break and gripped the silver rail as the doors slid closed.

I’ll do my best. 

The promise he’d made to Riley, years ago, pinballed around his head as the elevator soundlessly whisked him toward the floor Jarvis had told him Steve was located on. 

Sam raised his gaze from his feet to look at his reflection in the mirror. The image that stared back at him pissed him off. He was a failure, and this failure had the audacity to look upset when it glared back at him. How had he managed to do this to his best friend--fuck that, best friends--to fail them both in such a spectacular way? He’d never done things by halves and this seemed to be no exception. 

He should have punched the idiot gawking back at him, but instead of punching the image, he shook the bar aggressively. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!” he roared.

“Mr. Wilson, are you okay?” Even for artificial intelligence, Jarvis sounded concerned.

Fuck off, Jarvis, Sam wanted to respond but decided against it. 

Not satisfied with his lack of answer and programmed to be a pain in Sam’s ass, Jarvis asked, “Should I alert medical?” 

“No!” Sam snapped. “Not unless they’ll euthanize me peacefully,” he grumbled stepping off onto the eighty-second floor. 

“Not sure about the ‘peacefully’ part,” Natasha piped up from her position resting against the doorframe of the kitchen. “But I’m more than qualified to assist you,” she quipped, as Steve appeared over her shoulder. Jarvis had obviously informed them of Sam’s pending arrival and they’d been laying in wait for the elevator to arrive. 

“Just fuckin’ do it,” Sam begged her.

“Sam,” Steve started, giving him a disapproving scowl, “What’s goin’ on? You were stoked about leaving here, going to see your girl. It’s barely been four hours.” 

Natasha’s mouth twitched wickedly, “He works fast.” 

Any other time Sam would have retaliated and thrown in a suggestive remark about his stamina, but he couldn’t find it in him, not today. 

Ever the referee, Steve scolded her with a curt growl of her name.  

Sam sighed, raked a hand down his face, and gave them both a pleading look, “I need your help.” 

Settled at the kitchen table, Nat and Steve sat across from him with similar sympathetic expressions, but even in the informal setting, he couldn’t shake the feeling they were interrogating him, judging him for his past indiscretions. 

“You sure you were careful every time?” Steve asked, sounding like a disapproving brother. “No slip ups, heat of the moment and all that, breakages?”  

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes - for the hundredth time - “I’m positive.” 

“So’s she,” Nat jested under her breath. 

“Nat,” Steve chided, whipping his head to look at her. 

“Ah man, let her have her fun,” Sam sighed, “someone should get a laugh out of the shit show that is my life.” 

She stopped stifling the laugh she’d tried to bite down and chuckled shuffling forward in her seat to rest her elbows on the table. “Come on Sam, you can’t honestly believe this woman. You go on four dates, she ditches you and then the second you're on the news she’s pregnant?” 

Sam nodded in agreement, it had sounded suspect to him too. Until he’d been to see Gabby. “Well, I couldn’t exactly accuse her of faking it and the scan she showed me was pretty convincing.”

Nat shrugged, “Could be a friend’s scan. Or another guy’s kid. We know she’s not opposed to picking guys up in bars.” She reasoned, “I’m not passing judgement, I’ve had my fair share. I’m just sayin’ you weren’t the first and you probably won’t be the last. But she has more to gain if this baby is yours, if there even is a baby.” 

“What’s her name?” Steve questioned, his voice changed to the distinct mission mode.

“Gabriella.” 

Sam shrugged one shoulder and grimaced when Steve looked disappointed at the lack of a last name. 

Nat laughed but her eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. “But you know her address, right? We’ve done more with less information, so this is what we’re gonna do.” 

Thursday February 27th 2014 

Sam hadn’t wanted to meet at the regular spot for their Thursday night drinks. He’d thought it was best to keep a low profile, so he’d invited Skylar to his place. He was surprised she’d agreed. He’d known her long enough to understand she preferred avoidance over confrontation and he’d prepared himself for her to ignore him or give some bullshit excuse to cancel on him at the last minute. 

Since the pregnancy revelation five days before, they’d exchanged the sum total of three messages. Nothing more than a quick check in to see how the other was doing. They both claimed to be ‘fine’ and steered clear of any tough discussions, so he was shocked she’d shown up, and further stunned she had been on time with their usual order from Gino’s. Sam understood she was making an effort to keep things as normal as possible, and while he loved her for it, he hated the fake smiles and awkward small talk. 

During their takeout dinner, their conversation had flowed. Skylar had been the one to bring up Gabby and he’d quickly updated her on the situation. A scheduled doctor's appointment next week that he would attend with her to check on the baby’s health and find out how soon a DNA test could be done. 

Sam had hope that Nat’s plan would succeed, that he’d be able to put the whole Gabby fiasco behind him and start the life he wanted with Skylar. But he worried about giving her false hope. What if the life he wanted them to have was a pipedream? It would be cruel to push his belief on to her, build up their hope only to have it torn away, again. So he’d decided not to tell Skylar about Steve and Nat’s involvement, or the fact his doubts about the truth of the pregnancy grew the more time he spent with Gabby. Mainly because Gabby had tried, unsuccessfully and adamantly, to get him into bed. 

Sam treated that information as if it were a covert mission and diverted the conversation to Skylar, the way he used to on their long distance calls, asking about her promotion. She informed him she had a meeting on Monday and she was confident the job was hers. 

Their casual attitude felt normal, like old times. Sam had almost convinced himself everything was good, and he could have at least pretended it was except for the fact Skylar couldn’t bring herself to look at him. 

Skylar sat as far away as she could, on the other end of the couch and perhaps it was his insecurities but she really didn’t seem like she wanted to be there. She did everything to avoid looking at him. Though her body was turned toward him, one leg tucked underneath herself and one foot flat on the floor she barely lifted her head towards him and her eyes kept flicking toward the door like she was fighting internally to not bolt out of the room. 

He caught her eye and she looked away, into her lap. She’d been doing the same all night, looking at a spot on the wall behind him, the floor, picked imaginary lint from her jeans, or stared at the television that was on in the background. She looked everywhere but his face. 

They toasted Riley and the clinking of their glasses seemed to signal the end of the small talk they had desperately tried to keep alive. The tinkling of glass on glass faded and the tension grew steadily. 

He felt like she wasn’t there. Maybe physically she was sat within touching distance, but mentally she was somewhere else, and he hated it because he was there with her. In his mind, they weren’t so far apart. She was tucked up under his arm, inhaling the scent of her summer spiced perfume, making plans for their future. Skylar stared down at her fidgeting hands in her lap, and after a long tense moment, Sam couldn’t take it any longer. 

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” said Sam, trying without success to not sound as hopeless as he felt. 

Her heavy sigh was mixed with a scoff, “Why not? Nothing’s changed.” 

“Everything’s changed.” 

“Not for me it hasn’t.” 

Then Skylar met his bereft gaze, and Sam wished she hadn’t. Her brow was slightly pinched, like she had a permanent dull ache somewhere. And as much as he hated it, he understood. He’d felt the tightness in his chest since he’d returned home days ago, felt the ache that he couldn’t quite pinpoint the location of. But he knew the antidote lay in her tender kiss, the gentle caress of her hand. Damn, even a friendly hug would have helped subdue it, if only temporarily, but she’d denied him even that. 

“For my entire life, I’ve wanted you, Sam. I’ve always been in lo-” She bit off the sentiment and corrected herself, “into you. Always. But I’ve had years of practice at hiding it or ignoring it, whatever. Now isn’t any different. So nothing has changed. Not for me.” 

“You make it sound like I haven’t been doing the same. Hiding what I feel, pretending.” 

“Don’t do this, please.” 

“I want to do this,” he growled, frustrated as he dragged himself across the sofa to occupy the middle cushion and be closer to her. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of dancing around this shit, Sky!” 

“You think I’m not?” she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger. 

She glared at him for a moment before turning her body away from him, both feet flat on the floor and he worried for a second she would get up and leave. Instead, Skylar closed herself off, elbows resting on her knees with her face buried in her hands. 

Her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly, “It’s not gonna change anything. It’ll just make everything harder.” She sniffed back tears, and the plea in her voice was unmistakable. “So can we just not, please?” 

Sam peered at her, contemplating whether to push the issue or not, though he agreed, talking about it, discussing their feelings, or rather finally admitting what they felt, wouldn’t make it any easier or less painful to be around her. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she heaved deep breaths to stop herself from crying, and once again he felt like an absolute asshole, a failure. 

“Riley knew.” Sam wasn’t sure why he blurted it out or why he wanted her to know. Maybe he wanted her to know because she’d always been the one to help him navigate his emotions, get his thoughts in order, and he needed, now more than ever, for her to tell him he wasn’t the jackass he thought he was. Needed to hear her say he hadn’t failed as a friend to Riley or to her. 

He heard her sharp intake of breath but didn’t hear her release it. She slowly lowered her hands and sat up straighter to stare wide-eyed at him. 

“A few days before…” Sam still found it difficult to say. Every time he said ‘he died’, the image of Riley dropping from the sky haunted him. He swallowed a thick lump that threatened to consume him. Her eyes swam behind tears, and he had to clear his throat to stop his own from doing the same. “He heard us on the phone. Told me that we had his blessing.” 

“Sam,” she winced, a mixture of a warning and sympathy laced her tone. 

Regardless of the concern edging Skylar’s raspy voice, he begged, “Please, let me say this.” 

Her shimmering eyes bore into his, but she nodded almost undetectably and reached out to put a hand on his leg. It took all of his strength to not cover hers with his own. He knew it was probably an automatic reaction, a habit to comfort him, but he didn’t want to do anything to cause her to pull away. 

“After he said it, it was all I could think about. I wanted to come home and be with you. But it was already so hard to leave you behind, and we were just friends then. I was scared if we were more, if I told you that after our night together I realized how much I really loved you and if you’d said it back... I’d never have gone back out there. To be with you, I’d’ve had to break my promise to Riley. To not be his wingman. I didn’t want to let him down or ask you to wait for me. But then he...He left us both, and I didn’t want that to be the reason we-” 

He expelled a heavy-hearted breath and couldn’t stop his hand from picking up hers from his knee. And now he was the one who couldn’t meet her eyes, but she squeezed his hand as if encouraging him to continue. 

“I needed it to be real, y’know. Not because we were grieving. I wanted you to want me, not need me to fill a void. But I see it now, it was real. Before Riley...and after, it’s always been real. I love you. I’m in love with you, and I have been for a long goddamn time...” Sam scrunched his eyes closed, his brow knitted tightly together. That pain in his chest became almost unbearable but he continued, “And I’m sorry it took me so fuckin’ long to figure it out.” 

If he hadn’t have been holding her hand, he wouldn’t have known she was still there. She was silent, perfectly still, had stopped breathing. He cautiously opened his eyes, worried what expression would be waiting for him - unwarranted anger for expressing his feelings when she’d specifically asked him not to, mournful tears for wasted time and a life that may never be. 

Skylar’s cheeks were sodden and he didn’t understand how she could cry so many tears yet be so quiet. She leaned in and pressed the lightest kiss to his lips. Her hand slipped to the back of his neck and when she pulled away, resting her forehead against his, she released a strangled sob that puffed against his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” whispered Skylar. “I’m sorry, I’m too selfish to share you. I’m sorry I was too afraid to lose you as a friend that I never told you that I love you. And I’m so sorry that I can’t start something with you to just have it taken away.” She pulled back and her eyes looked like green crystals shimmering behind tears. That was enough to convey her heartbreak but the crack in her voice and the next words she spoke were like a death blow to break through Sam’s chest straight to his own heart, “You were my first, and I thought finally I’d get what I wanted, that you’d be my last.” 

Without warning she abruptly got to her feet and was out of the door before Sam could find the words to ask her to stay. 

Saturday March 1st 2014 

The cocoon Skylar had buried herself in on the couch was warm and snug. There, with only her head poking above the blankets, she felt safe. Shielded from the world and watching Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock fall in love on a speeding bus, she could pretend that the outside world didn’t exist. She’d rejoin reality when the anticipated pizza man delivered her meat feast special, but that would take minutes and then she could go back to wallowing. 

She had ignored all of Sam’s calls for two days, and he had been smart enough not to try to communicate via messages because that was a sure fire way to get wires crossed. But when her news alert popped up, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching for the phone. 

The title of the notification turned her stomach: Has The Falcon Found His Tweetheart? Skylar knew she should have turned off the notifications for ‘The Falcon’ and that she shouldn’t click it. She knew the pictures would make her feel worse, yet her thumb hit it anyway. 

Sam and Gabby looked good together, with each candid photo they looked more and more like a couple. Tucked up in a booth at Gino’s - the place Sam was supposed to take Skylar on their first official date that never came to fruition - leaning into one another, feeding each other, Sam kissing her cheek. She scanned the short article. The journalist wasn’t sure who the woman was, but regardless of the details, they looked happy and ‘loved up’. 

“More like knocked up!” Skylar groaned, swiping out of the story and tossing the phone aside. 

The ringing doorbell startled her, and she silently prayed it was the pizza man and not Sam tracking her down because she’d ignored him. 

“Yeah, okay, I’m coming!” Skylar called out, annoyed at the impatient visitor who knocked for a third time in a matter of seconds. 

Piercing blue eyes greeted her, and Steve gave a small smile with his greeting. “Hi.” 

Her ears buzzed and her stomach lurched. There was only one reason Steve Rogers would be impatiently knocking at her door on a Saturday afternoon. Sam was… Sam had… 

She couldn’t even contemplate it. She inhaled sharply, held her breath to try and swallow down the wave of sickness that washed over her. Steve’s image distorted when tears collected in her eyes, and she put a hand to her mouth in case she really did vomit. 

“Oh jesus, no.” Steve quickly crossed the threshold, was quick to put a comforting hand on her shoulder and push her back to an upright position before she had a chance to put her head between her knees. “Sam’s fine! He’s fine.” 

It took a moment for his words to echo through the buzz, but when they did, she slapped his hand off her shoulder and swung around to punch him in the arm. “Ow!” she yelped, immediate regret for forgetting he was a super-soldier and evidently made of marble. She glared at him, cradling her hand to her chest. “Shit! Are you made of stone?” She flicked her hand trying to shake off the pain and work the feeling back to it. “You fuckin’ jackass!” 

“Hey! You punched me?” Steve defended, watching her pained jig. 

Musical laughter filtered through her pained cursing, and Skylar looked up to see Nat leaning on the doorframe with an amused smirk lighting her eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, “Sam will kill me if you show up broken.” 

“It’s not broken,” Skylar told him through gritted teeth and flexed her hand a couple times. It ached but didn’t hurt. “And show up broken where?” 

Nat strolled further into the house and suggested, “Maybe we should start this again?” 

Steve sighed and focused on a scowling Skylar. “Sam is fine. I came with Nat to formally introduce the two of you. And invite you to the party tonight.” 

“Sam already invited me.” 

“And you said you were coming, ” Nat reminded her, “But I’ve come to make sure you don’t bail. Or politely drag your ass there. Whichever is fine by me.” 

“You can politely drag someone?” Skylar challenged with a cocked brow. 

Nat smirked and held her arms wide walking toward Steve, “Want me to demonstrate?” 

“Oh, I can see you two are gonna get on just fine,” Steve observed dodging around Nat’s arms as she lazily ducked and weaved to grab him. Skylar chuckled at the friendly exchange but she cut it off when Steve stood in front of her. His tight expression was serious, but his eyes held a wealth of sympathy. “Sam told us you haven’t spoken for a couple days. He needs to talk to you, to tell you what’s going on before you hear it from someone else.” 

Skylar rolled her eyes and an involuntarily sneer pulled her lips back, “Like TMZ? I’ve already seen the pictures.”  

Natasha came to a stop beside Steve as if she were his back-up, but fixed Skylar with a warm smile, “We have a plan to get to the bottom of this whole Gabby situation and Sam didn’t want to tell you in case…” 

“It’s the truth,” Skylar offered with a heavy sigh turning to go into the kitchen. 

“There’s a small chance, very small,” assured Nat following close behind. 

“Sam hasn’t given up on the two of you,” said Steve, accepting Skylar’s offer of a bottle of water. “Neither should you.” 

Nat slipped into a seat at the breakfast bar and Steve followed her lead, both staring expectantly at Skylar. “I know you’re just being good friends to Sam,” she acknowledged passing a second bottle to Nat. “But there’s no way I’m going to a party with Sam and the chick carrying his kid.” 

“Look, I get it it’s not going to be easy,” Nat explained. “It’s probably going to be just as bad as you imagine it will be. But you’re Sam’s family. More than any of us, you should be there. He wants you there.” 

“And he deserves the chance to explain what’s going on,” Steve added, “face to face.” 

Skylar could feel her resolve wavering, they weren’t just a super soldier and a skilled assassin they were clearly master manipulators too. 

“I like you, you punch super soldiers and blame them for it,” Nat quipped, “but no offence, that,” she gestured to Skylar’s sweatpants and tank top, “is not part of the dress code.” 

Skylar frowned, “I look good,” she snarked playfully. “You don’t like the whole natural, just got out of bed look?” 

“You look and smell like you were in that bed for three days straight.” 

Well damn if she wasn’t perceptive as well as politely threatening too. It hadn’t been three days. Thursday when she got home from Sam’s she’d changed into the attire she was currently wearing and hidden in the warmth of her bed. She’d given a bullshit excuse to work and took a personal day Friday and then spent most of Saturday morning in her bed before moving to the couch. So two days, but who was counting. Besides didn’t she deserve some time to wallow? The man she’d been in love with her entire life confessed to feeling the same for the last sixteen years and another woman was having his baby. That situation warranted a little self pity. 

Skylar put a hand to her chest offended, “I thought women were supposed to build each other up.” 

“That’s exactly what I’ll do when you get your ass in the shower and get ready.” 

“I have nothing…” 

“Taken care of,” Nat interrupted smugly. “There’s ten dresses in the car in your size. Quit stalling. Shower. Go. Now.” Nat waved her off. 

Skylar stared at her challengingly, trying to think of another valid argument or decide whether she should call her bluff on the polite dragging. “Why are you doin’ this? I don’t mean to sound rude but what difference does it make to you if I’m there or not?” 

Natasha gazed at her for a long moment, as if she was considering being snarky or giving a real answer. She exhaled and the smile that crept to her lips made Skylar believe it was her first genuine one since she’d arrived. The mask was down, the tough as nails facade disappeared if only for a moment and she spoke softly. “Because you’re Sam’s family and now Sam’s our family. So that makes us family too.” 

Skylar shied from her intense gaze, tears welled in her eyes but to hide the emotion she smirked a little cockily, “Sam tell you to use the family card?” 

Natasha laughed and Steve chuckled admitting, “he doesn’t know we’re here.” 

“But we do know, Sam wants you there,” said Nat, “And I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t make me spend the night watching Sam pout because you’re not there.” 

“We’re definitely family, manipulation and shit I don’t want to hear.” sighed Skylar lazily walking out of the room toward the shower. 

Skylar was grateful Nat had taken them through the back entrance to avoid the paparazzi outside of Stark Tower waiting to get the money shot of one of the many celebrities, high ranking officials, and super heroes attending the Stark Expo Party. 

She was further thankful that Natasha had forced her to shower and dress accordingly. The few people she’d spied before they snuck down the back alley proved that sweats and dirty hair were definitely not part of the dress code for the evening.

However, she was second guessing - for the millionth time - the black floor length dress that she had chosen to wear. The open split up to her left thigh and the low rounded neck exposing the curve of her braless breasts felt a little too revealing. Regardless of how amazing the fabric felt against her skin and Nat’s reassurance, Skylar didn’t trust that the magical tape would hold her modesty in place.

“Stop fussing!” Nat scolded her when she tried to tug the dress up at the boobs but down her exposed thigh. “You look amazing!”

“I feel like my boobs are going to fall out,” she whined shuffling to fall in stride with Nat, “and the slightest breeze is going to expose my panties.” 

“I told you not to wear any.” 

“Yeah, cause that woulda made me feel a whole lot better.” 

A drink, very strong, rich in flavor and color, would make her feel better, and Nat, seemingly reading her mind, headed straight for the bar, dragging Skylar by the hand as soon as they entered the main floor from the kitchen. 

“So you can’t actually read minds, then?” Skylar concluded when Nat handed her a champagne flute.

“What?” Nat queried, wrapping her lips around the rim of her glass.

Skylar shook her head and chuckled, taking a delicate sip of her own drink and turning to face the room. She scanned the faces. A few celebrities she recognized milled around, but she couldn’t locate Sam and Gabby. She took a minute to decide whether that was a good thing or not. Did she need more time to prepare herself, or was it best to get it over with?

Her internal debate was interrupted when a familiar and welcome face appeared among the ones she didn’t know, being escorted by a pretty brunette she didn’t recognise.

“That sourpuss look is ruining that amazing dress, honey,” Mason told her, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek.

Skylar didn’t care about the insult, she was simply thankful he was there. “What’re you doing here?”

“You’re welcome,” said Nat grinning proudly. “Figured you’d want the moral support.”

Skylar thanked her and, truth be told, having Mason there made her feel significantly more relaxed. The pretty brunette who had escorted Mason through the crowd offered her hand, “Maria Hill. So are we ready to do this?”

“Do what?” Skylar glanced between the newly formed group.

“Phase one of my plan,” Nat’s brow waggled excitedly as she sipped her champagne.

“Plan?” Skylar queried. Nat offered no response, just breezed away and called for them to follow. “Nat, you still haven’t told me the plan!” Skylar whined as she tailed the spy.

Sam stood beside the tall barstool that Gabby was seated on, his arm draped over the back of the chair. He sipped the beer he had but it wouldn’t be long before he required something stronger. Steve was next to him, and whereas he looked bewildered and totally out of his depth, Gabby couldn’t have been happier. Her smile beamed when she marvelled at the faces of every person she recognized. It only faltered when she asked Sam if he knew them and he told her no.

Sam didn’t mind a good party, especially when the alcohol was on someone else's dime, but he wasn’t in the mood to play the dutiful sidekick to Captain America, fake smile for the cameras, or have to put up with Gabby’s excited gasps every time a different celebrity caught her eye.

“Oh my god, that’s Leonardo Dicaprio,” Gabby exclaimed louder than Sam would have liked. “Do you know him?”

Sam shook his head and took a long gulp of his beer. He was in no way a jealous guy. He didn’t care that she cared more about the people in the room than him, he just wished she was slightly more discreet about it. He didn’t want to call attention to them for fear he’d have to introduce Gabby to the world as his ‘girlfriend’. It felt wrong in every way. And it was, because it should have been Skylar by his side, introducing her to the world. After all, she was his world.

Steve was talking, or rather, complaining about why they even had to be there, and Sam could hear him but he wasn’t listening.

“Oh my god!” Gabby gasped again, “that’s Tom Cruise! Can you introduce me?”

“No,” said Sam more abruptly than intended. “The only people here I know are Cap, and Tony.”

“And them,” Steve corrected, nudging Sam’s arm to get his attention, then pointing in the direction of Nat, Maria, Skylar, and Mason making their way through the crowd. 

The group walking toward them was a sight to behold, Nat and Maria had replaced their uniforms with cocktail dresses and looked spectacular. Sam appreciated how beautiful they both were. And maybe he was biased but they paled in comparison to Skylar. She was something else entirely. He’d spent the last few weeks fantasizing about feeling her skin against his own and now he could see most of that skin. He needed a minute to quiet the visions in his mind and stop the effect they were having on his anatomy.

Steve stepped forward, greeted each lady in turn with a half hug and kiss on the cheek and shook Mason’s hand. Sam followed his lead and introduced Gabriella to Natasha and Maria.

“How’s the hand?” Steve asked Skylar once greetings had been exchanged and the group had gathered around the table.

“Bruised,” she admitted holding it up to show him.

Sam accessed the steadily progressing bruise across her knuckles, “What happened?”

“She punched me,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly.

Skylar scoffed, “You deserved it!” 

“It was a misunderstanding.”

“Next time, call before you come over.”

“Come over?” Gabby questioned brows raised high and a suggestive smirk on her red painted lips. “Is this,” she pointed back and forth between Cap and Skylar, “a thing?” Her excitement was palpable and she began to rant before anyone could respond. “That’d be awesome. We could double date, go as a foursome to all the parties, dinners, movies, award shows.”

Sam put a hand on her shoulder and raised his voice above her dreamy rambling. “Babe!”

“It’s not a thing,” Steve offered with an awkward smile.

“And even if it were,” Maria interjected, “None of that would be possible.” Maria waited until Gabby’s full attention was on her then continued. “After tonight we need to get you somewhere secure, cut off all social media, keep you behind closed doors away from the press. Maybe even change your name.”

“What?” Gabby stammered, “What do you mean?”

“We need to protect you,” offered Sam.

Maria explained further, her tone flat and direct. “We can’t flaunt you to the world, it puts a target on your back. Any potential threats would see you as a weakness, a way to get to Sam.”

“But I thought,” Gabby’s brow furrowed and she cleared her throat audibly as if trying to find the right words. “I, um...I thought we were going to announce the baby to the world.”

“Oh, we will,” Maria confirmed. “Once we know everything is okay, we’ll release a statement but no pictures. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe and hidden. Guards, fortified doors, it might be a little lonely but Sam will be with you when he’s not working. You’ll want for nothing, Tony has built a compound that has everything; pool, gym, screening room, nursery,” Maria winked and leant in as if to speak privately, “you need a live-in Nanny?”

“But what about my life? My family? My friends?”

Maria further explained as if it were the most obvious answer. “Of course they’ll have to get security clearance and we can have them escorted in for pre-arranged visits.”

“What about the wedding?” Gabby asked, and Mason spluttered around his glass. Mason’s semi-choking and Nat’s attempt to help mop him up went unnoticed, or Gabby was too absorbed in Maria’s declarations, “I’ve always wanted a big wedding.”

Sam drowned out her wedding plans and zeroed in on Skylar who stared back at him with just as much, if not more, intensity.

He had planned on telling her. Had tried calling her multiple times, to let her know Nat’s scheme and to avoid the very situation they were in. He hadn’t wanted to blindside her. Though originally, he hadn’t wanted to give her false hope, now he needed her to know there was a plan in place and that he hadn’t, nor would he, give up on them. But Skylar hadn’t afforded him the opportunity, she’d ditched his calls.

So here they were, locked in a silent argument. She stared daggers at him, nostrils flaring and her chest heaving with every breath. Sam grimaced but refused to look away. Confusion and upset bled into fury, and she ground her teeth, muscles rippling along her jaw.

Sam felt everyone’s eyes on them. Well, those who knew what reaction the revelation had caused. But he couldn’t break eye contact with her, he needed her to see how sorry he was because he couldn’t say it aloud. Steve purposely stepped between them. The back of his head blocked Sam’s view of her, and he released a breath he hadn’t been aware he’d taken.

“Skylar,” said Steve, more of a command than a request, “dance with me.” 

Skylar took his outstretched hand, and Sam watched as she allowed him to lead her to the dancefloor. 

“We didn’t know about the engagement,” explained Steve after less than a minute of swaying with Skylar on the shiny black dance floor. “But, y’know it’s not his choice. The PR guys have been hounding him, they’re worried about the image of…”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” she interrupted. She hadn’t meant it to sound as hostile as it came out, so she explained, “I just want to dance with Captain America, be the envy of every woman - and I suspect a few men - here, rather than be the envious one.”

Steve chuckled as he spun her out, twirled her under his arm and pulled her back into his chest. “You know it’s you he wants.”

“Steve, please.” she groaned, exasperated. “I know you’re trying to be a good friend, and he’s lucky to have you and Nat looking out for him, but just stop. Please.”

Steve inhaled to further protest, and Skylar pulled back to look in his eyes, “I will punch you again.”

He conceded with a shake of his head and spun her again. Steve indulged her. She knew he would continue to dance all night if she requested. He’d give her an excuse to not have to return to the table as long as she wanted, but she knew it was unavoidable.

After too little time, but hopefully enough that the conversation had been steered to other topics, Skylar reluctantly thanked Steve then allowed him to lead her through the throngs of people back to their friends.

Fresh glasses of champagne and bottles of beer littered the table. Skylar focused on the drinks and not on Sam whispering something to Gabby. 

Mason handed her a full glass with a suggestive smile and a waggle of his brow. She smirked, knowing full well she’d have to give him a play by play of her dance with Steve later. Mason’s smile grew wider as he focused on something over her shoulder. She knew the smile well. It was his fake ‘it’s so nice to see you’ grin, the one he saved for the assholes they had to deal with on a daily basis at work. When she heard her name being called in a familiar monotone, she knew it was her asshole of a boss, Jerry.

Of course he’d be at a Stark Industries party. Stark Industries owned an NFL team and provided top of the range training equipment. But why did he have to be there when she was wearing a more than revealing dress? He’d always been the leering type and now she’d have to fight off the urge to vomit on his shoes when he took in her appearance and made an inappropriate remark.

She sipped her champagne. Needed the courage and slight buzz to be polite before turning to face him and the fake smile she’d plastered on thawed into a genuine grin seeing the company Jerry kept.

“Mike.”

She exclaimed his name the same time he said hers and they simultaneously stepped toward one another to embrace. 

The hug and ensuing conversation lasted a minute or so longer than it should have been but Skylar didn’t care. While she was wrapped up in the familiar, tall, blond man’s arms, the rest of the room disappeared, and she was transported back to her college years.

Mason, ever the personal assistant - always on the job - introduced Jerry to the people around the table, then her boss took over and introduced the other guest as Harvey, the CEO of the NFL’s London office.

“So,” Jerry stated when Skylar and Mike finally parted and took notice of the others. “You two know each other.”

“We dated in college,” Skylar explained and caught Mike’s eye. They both laughed and shied from the other’s gaze.

“Why’d you break up?” Gabby asked. The evil smirk she’d used to tell Skylar she was pregnant, fused to her lips again as if she hoped it would be a scandalous tale.

“I left for London,” Mike told her, “and Skylar went home. Long distance never would’ve worked.”

“Seems like it worked out for both of us though,” Skylar commented nudging her shoulder into Mike’s. “Mister Hot Shot lawyer for the NFL.”

“Say’s you,” Mike laughed, “Mrs. CEO…” he cut himself off quickly and his laughter crinkled eyes lifted from Skylar’s to Jerry as if asking for permission.

Skylar watched them have a silent conversation and then Jerry clapped his hands together excitedly. “I guess now is as good a time as any. Why wait until Monday?” he started, smiling broadly and putting his arm around Skylar’s shoulder. “We want to offer you the promotion, but rather than one step up, it’ll be two. Harvey, here,” he slapped the other gentleman beside him on the back fondly. “Is retiring. So we would very much like you to be the chief executive officer for the London office.”

She looked from Jerry to Mike to Harvey and back again as if waiting for the punchline. But when Mike nodded and smiled charmingly she understood it wasn’t a joke.

“Should I take your stunned silence as acceptance?” Jerry laughed, tucking her into his side and shaking her unnecessarily.

The shock had taken her breath for a moment and she needed a second to process. She locked eyes with Sam, and she wasn’t sure if he looked proud or challenging. He seemed conflicted, proud that she had achieved her goal, but daring her to accept the job because they both knew it meant she would be leaving.

It seemed like fate, perfect timing. It’s what she had wanted, exactly what she had been working so hard for, more than what she had been striving for. Moving to London hadn’t been part of the plan but she’d work out the finer details. Plus the added bonus of Mike, someone she knew to help her settle in. And loathe to admit it, she liked the idea of having an escape from Sam and Gabby. Arguably Skylar leaving would make the whole situation easier on Sam too, relieve some of his stress over their dilemma.

“Um, yes,” said Skylar quietly, shrugging out of his embrace and averting her gaze from Sam. She cleared her throat and spoke louder with more conviction. “Yes! I accept. But I have one condition.”

“There’s the woman for the job,” Jerry praised. 

“I get to choose my successor,” she advised and without waiting for confirmation her term would be accepted, she walked to stand beside Mason, putting her arm around his shoulders, “Mason gets my current job.”

Jerry smirked and nodded, “as I suspected. We’ll work out the details Monday.” He confirmed shaking Skylar’s then Mason’s hand congratulating them both. “Excuse us we have a little more mingling to do.”

Jerry sauntered off with Harvey in toe and Mike quickly turned to Skylar.

“I gotta go,” Mike told her and was obviously upset at the fact. “Make sure they don’t make any deals they shouldn’t,” he rolled his eyes as if he were used to it. He handed her his phone and she dialled in her number. “Come find me later?”

Skylar nodded before placing a light kiss on his cheek. “Definitely.”

Mason had enough self control to wait until they were out of ear shot before he squealed and hugged Skylar tightly.

“I need some air,” Sam announced.

Skylar watched from Mason’s embrace as Sam dodged behind people and swiftly disappeared into the crowd. The rest of the group congratulated her and Mason with hugs and well wishes.

Steve announced they needed champagne to celebrate, but she knew it was more than that when he headed in the same direction Sam had fled. Skylar knew she’d have to talk to Sam sooner rather than later to hash out all the things that had been said with tension filled glares and lingering looks. But first, she’d need a way to occupy Gabby. At least that was the excuse she fed herself when she didn’t immediately follow after Steve.

Truth be told, she didn’t know if she had the strength for another heartbreaking conversation. She didn't want to talk about Sam's pending nuptials of her promotion. Both led to the same conclusion: they were leaving each other behind. 

If she were going to broach the subjects, and inevitably knew she would have to, she needed more champagne. Then she’d go talk to Sam. Maybe if she were buzzed, the alcohol would help numb some of the heartache she knew would only get worse.

Part 3

Main Master List / Series Master List

[ineffable-endearments]

Weird question but am I the only one who thought that maybe we're not supposed to try to fit the lockdown video into our timeline at all? I mean, they both (only half-seriously but still) talk about what they should and shouldn't do, and Aziraphale even mentions Crowley has a job to do - which he doesn't after the Armageddon't after all. And well, I wouldn't be surprised if the dates didn't fit, in good omens universe the bastille is still standing 4 years after it fell lol

Oh, it’s not a weird question and you’re not the only one who’s suggested it. In a way, it frankly makes the most sense for this to be a separate, sort of mini-AU version of Good Omens.

This is a TOTALLY unplanned chunk of the story because nobody who was writing the book or the show could have possibly expected us to have a massive global pandemic 30 years after the book’s release or 1 year after the show’s release. Its spontaneity is one of the things that endears me so greatly to the Lockdown short, in fact, because it was just these creators coming together from very far away, far even from each other, and making something fun to try and break the monotony of lockdown for, I hope, themselves, and certainly also fun for us.

Also, the short video was released for the book’s anniversary. In the book, the body swap and the “our side” discussion did not happen, or at least Crowley and Aziraphale weren’t forced into facing those issues quite so explicitly yet. The characters are on a different timeline at the end of the book compared to the end of the show. So it’s quite possible the Lockdown special was written in a way that attempts to walk the line between those two timelines, with Michael Sheen and David Tennant’s flavors of the characters but with a more bookish timeline in mind. Not to mention the planned sequel that technically may or may not have happened yet for the book characters but definitely has not happened yet for the TV characters...I wouldn’t be surprised if Neil just said “lol let’s not worry about the timeline and make a PSA about how not even demons are breaking lockdown.”

With all that said, I sort of tend to want everything to fit together, so I get the urge to think very hard about it anyway and try to puzzle in how it fits. Half of me - the Crowley half, I think - thinks it’s fun to try and figure it all out, and the other half - the Aziraphale half, probably - is really anxious about it and wants to make sure everything is still okay afterward.

As far as “having a job to do,” I stand by my interpretation that Aziraphale was sort of hoping Crowley would be out and about just because it’s his nature to be a mischievous demon, not because he’s still actively sending memos back and forth with Hell. But I agree with you, Anon, in the sense that I don’t really think there’s a correct answer.

Thank you kindly for your ask! I love discussing questions like this <3

[talesofpanem]

The Book

Author: @xerxia31

Rating: K

Summary: Peeta and Katniss contemplate an unplanned addition to their special book.

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He hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

Peeta Mellark wasn’t normally so irresponsible; in fact, he prided himself on being a good and attentive father. A loving and involved parent, a man who genuinely enjoyed spending time with his two children. 

But Asher had croup, again, and they’d been up three nights in a row listening to his little barking cough, walking the floor with him while he choked and gasped and cried, and standing over his crib in terror when the coughing stopped.

And to add to Peeta’s exhaustion, his right-hand man at the bakery, Dashiel, had been out nearly a week, tending to his wife who had badly sprained her ankle on the uneven cobbles that still lined the square. Cobbles that desperately needed to be replaced but hadn’t made it to the top of the districts to-do list despite being a solid twenty years past their prime. Rebuilding entire districts took time, after all. But those uneven cobbles always made him feel guilty, even after years of therapy. A symbol of all that had been ruined. And so Peeta, a good and generous boss even when not guilt-ridden, had sent Dashiel to be with his wife, assuring him it was fine, and then covered his shifts if not happily at least uncomplainingly, working from predawn until evening each day to keep the fledgling district in bread and treats.

But this morning, Dash was back at his post, and Katniss had taken the opportunity to leave before dawn to hunt, assuring Peeta she’d be home by lunchtime. Though their pantry was not depleted, he understood her need to get out of the house and into the woods after so many days spent inside. And he was more than capable of caring for their kids alone, enjoyed the all too rare opportunity to wake them and feed them and play with them.

Asher, full-bellied, clean and content, was sleeping in his little cot by the couch, his breathing finally soft and even. Willow, his precious little mini-Katniss, was curled up on the floor in front of him, happily drawing pictures on sheets of bakery paper with her new wax crayons. The rain gently pattering on their living room windows was soothing and hypnotic. He thought he’d just close his eyes for a moment.

The cumulative effects of all of those late nights and early mornings, all of guilt and the middle of the night disruptions and heart-pounding fears, had finally felled him. 

It wasn’t the kids who woke him, or the front door closing. It was a tiny, startled gasp.

His eyes flew open, moving from asleep to high alert with a speed only those who had lived through trauma could fully appreciate.

At first, he was unsure what had happened, though his every instinct told him something was wrong. Katniss stood at the entrance to the living room, rainwater dripping from her glossy braid, running in rivulets over his leather jacket to pool by her feet. Her eyes were wide and glossy, horror-filled, and her small hand clamped over her mouth.

Peeta’s eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of her shock. The clock on the mantel read half past eleven, forty minutes had passed since he’d sat down just to have a short break. Asher was still asleep, pouty bottom lip fluttering with each breath. And Willow still sat in front of the couch, colouring happily.

Colouring, not on bakery paper now but in a book.

In *the* book.

A multitude of responses crashed together in Peeta’s mind. The need to hold his wife, to clutch her to his chest and soothe the pain her could see in every line of her beautiful face. The need to gather up his little girl and shield her from the anguish he knew Katniss would likely release in the form of tears and escape and lost days, running away and leaving their daughter confused and maybe afraid. The need to grab the book - their book, the book that held their most precious memories, and protect it from further harm. Instead, he sat helplessly as Willow glanced up and saw her mother standing in the doorway.

“Mama,” she cried, flashing a giant grin. “Yook! I maked you more fwowers.”

Peeta glanced back at the book. Sure enough, on an early page, from when it had been an apothecary guide, Willow had added her not-quite-four year old’s rendition of flowers to an old illustration of what he thought was an iris. Beside the faded purple bloom was row upon row of bright yellow and orange balls on jagged green stems.

He waited for his heartbroken wife to bolt, powerless to prevent it, incapable of fixing the damage. Hating himself just a little.

But Katniss, as always, surprised him. She didn’t run, didn’t cry out. As he watched, frozen, she took a deep, shuddering breath, then pasted on a smile that looked only a little bit forced and moved to kneel beside Willow. “They’re beautiful, baby,” she said softly, voice rough with emotion. “You’re an artist, just like Daddy.” Katniss lifted the little girl into her lap and hugged her hard, tears shimmering in her eyes, while Peeta moved the book off the table and onto a high shelf.

It was hours later, after a full if somewhat quieter than typical afternoon of stories and snacks and baby spit up and toddler tantrums, that Katniss lifted the book back down from the shelf and fell onto the couch to inspect the damage. Peeta moved quietly, tentatively to sit beside her. Perhaps a dozen other pages had crayon scrawled across them, a swath of toddler destruction and a sign that Willow had been unsupervised far too long. Bold blue encircled an entry written by Katniss’s father, obscuring a few lines of his handwriting. Red lines punctuated the story of Boggs, edging across the corner of the picture Peeta had drawn years ago, likely the only image in existence of the gentle soldier who had meant so much to Katniss. Tears slipped down her cheeks and stabbed Peeta through the heart. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, though it wasn’t enough, not nearly. “I should have been watching more closely.”

She surprised him again, lifting her face to smile through her tears. “It’s okay,” she said, and before he could shake his head, she laid her soft palm against his cheek, ruffling the scruffy evidence of his exhaustion affectionately. “Really, it’s okay. It’s their story too,” she whispered, “Willow’s and Asher’s.” She glanced back at a particularly livid orange wax slash. “Maybe this isn’t the way I’d have wanted her part to look. But I don’t want to lock this away like it’s too precious for them to see.” She sighed, searching for words, and Peeta waited for her to gather her thoughts. He reached up to stroke the glossy length of her braid. They’d grown older, but she was every bit as stunning as the teenager who had stolen his heart two decades ago. She was still feisty too, but the years had tempered her fire, harnessed it perhaps, into something that warmed and soothed. 

She sighed, twisting to lean into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I want them to understand us, what we lived through. Why we have nightmares and why they’ll never go away.” Peeta kissed her hair, nodding. He’d had similar thoughts. “That means this book can’t be something we keep on a dusty shelf and only drag out when I’m sad or you’re struggling. It has to be part of our lives. Something that belongs to them, as much as it does to us.”

“You’re right,” he said, softly kissing her cheek. “We can use the book to make them understand in a way that will make them braver.” He kissed her again, and again, lining soft kisses of contrition and gratitude across her cheeks and scarred neck. 

“Tomorrow,” Katniss said, “I’ll show her the book. Just the plant section, to start. Let her know that it’s something we work on together, not alone when Daddy is napping.”

Peeta chuckled, and held his wife tighter. He was in awe that they’d come through hell together, and while they were a work in progress, they had a normal, even happy life, where little disappointments didn’t derail everything they’d built together.

[simmonsofshield]

Reassignment

Part 1/1

Pairing: none Characters: Kate Beckett, Kevin Ryan, Javier Esposito, Jemma Simmons, Philip Coulson

Summary: Amidst clean up after the Battle of New York, things happen and Officer Y/N ends up in the quinjet’s medical bay.

Words: 1900+

A/N:  Unplanned, but I guess in honor of my url change, Jemma has a small feature in this fic! This was originally gonna be a copy-paste of one of my fics from wattpad, but then I wanted to make it more accurate to New York so 98% of this is new writing. So much for trying to cut corners. 🤷😂 Loose tie-ins of Agents of SHIELD and Castle. (Characters, not really the shows..) Canonically, Skye (Daisy) wouldn’t have her powers yet, but my story my rules lol. So she does. Three weeks late (I was suppose to post this on the 1st), but at least I got it done, right? This is for @fanfictionaries​‘s classic trope challenge. I chose police au. Takes place after Avengers.

Police codes key: 12-David-19 [Precinct # - city section - police car id] used 9th precinct as reference 10-50 Disorderly (group, person, noise) non-crime 10-10 Possible crime (many tags, the one i use is P, suspicious person/prowler)

“Here’s what’s going on today,” Captain Beckett begins, “it’s been almost six months since the Battle of New York. Midtown South is still asking for help with crowd control and patrol of the area, as most of their officers are helping with clean up. I told them the 12th Precinct is happy to help as long as it doesn’t interfere with our daily patrols. Today they’re only asking for two, so Ryan and Esposito, it’s on you today. Just make sure no weirdos or teens with sticky fingers try to get in the rubble.”

“Yes Captain.”

“L/N, my office, please.”

You look at her with surprise, then over to the boys. Ryan is the first to speak, rolling his eyes, “Of course. Little Y/N getting special treatment once again. I bet you’re getting put on a really cool case. You know, she’s basically training you to be a mini her.”

You roll your eyes back at him, “Sounds like you’re just jealous because I rose to this rank in half the time it took you.”

“Ooooo...” Esposito calls from his desk, “want some ice for that burn?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles as he slumps back in his chair.

You laugh as you walk to Beckett’s office, the door being closed behind you. You start to get worried when she starts shutting the blinds too. “Captain?”

She sets a file in front of you and begins explaining. “Though Kevin was joking, he wasn’t wrong. You have impressed me since you came here from the academy. You were the youngest to be promoted to detective, and your persistence hasn’t gone unnoticed. Which is why I think you’re perfect for this particular assignment.”

She nods to the file, and you pick it up, opening it. Your brows furrow at the first page and you look back up at her, “I don’t understand. Philip Coulson died on a helicarrier before the attack on New York even happened. Didn’t Loki kill him or whatever?”

“Originally, yes.”

“Originally?”

“Most if it is redacted and classified, but what was released - specifically for you in this file, turn the page - was that some experimental tech was used and more or less brought him back to life.”

You read exactly that as she says it, but you’re left with more questions than answers with every page turn. “What do you mean specifically for me? How many people know he’s alive?”

She blows out some air, sitting down at her desk to look you in the eye, “Only SHIELD level 7 and above. We are of only a few civilians that know. This cannot leave this room. The only others that know are ones that will be a part of this team that Agent Coulson is putting together alongside Agent Maria Hill and Director Fury.”

Again, more questions. “But...I’m a homicide detective...not SHIELD...” You pause for a moment as you try to form a question with all the information that is now in your mind, “Why me?” is what you come up with.

She shrugs, “That’s a question for Coulson or Hill. I can’t answer it. You’ll work today but after that you’ll be with SHIELD and Coulson,” she nods back to the file, “I suggest you finish reading through that tonight.” She stands up and walks toward the door.

“I’m sorry, Captain, one last question,” she lets go of the door handle and turns around, “what does all this mean for this job? Am I like fired or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” she says with a smile, “Agent Hill and I already discussed the technicalities, but basically what will be said is that you’re going undercover with SHIELD for a big operation and you’ll be gone for a few weeks. Which, really, isn’t that much of a lie.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding, “Yes, ma’am. See you in a few weeks, I guess.”

She also nods, smiling, “Likewise, detective.”

Nearing the end of your shift, you’re about to head back to the station when there’s an aggravated call on the scanner. “10-50. These crowds are getting out of hand. More officers needed in Midtown near Grand Central.”

You go back and forth in your head for a moment before deciding to respond, “Dispatch, add 12-David-19 to that 10-50 call. En route from East Village. ETA about 20 minutes.” You turn on your lights and try to get there as fast as you can.

Arriving on scene, you park about four blocks away, at Park and 38th, which is as close as you can get with all the rubble and destroyed buildings. This is the main drag of where most of the Avenger’s fight happened. It’s no surprise that half of New York is here to see the damage, even six months later.

Now on foot, you’re about halfway to Grand Central Station when you hear the breaking of glass and catch some suspicious activity out of the corner of your eye. You follow, talking into your radio, “This is 12-David-19. I’ve got a 10-10P. Kids breaking windows of businesses. It doesn’t look like they’ve stolen anything yet. I’m going to keep an eye on them. Requesting one or two officers for backup if anyone can leave Grand Central Station. 40th street, headed NorthEast.”

You casually follow at a distance until all of a sudden, “Whoa, dudes, check this out!” One of the kids picks up a weapon of some sort. Clearly not of this world and from the Battle, you’re 99% sure. He poses with it and one of his friends takes a picture of him with their phone. “I wonder what this button does.”

“Ahh!” Whatever came out of the weapon hits you directly in the shoulder and you fall to the ground. This is the first time the group of kids notice your presence. They fight for a moment, deciding whether to run or help. A groan from you cuts their argument short and most leave, while two stay.

By what you can tell with your blurry vision, they seem to be brothers. The one walking towards you is clearly friends with the ones that fled, while the other is younger. If you had to guess, you’d say early high school, 14-16, and 12ish for their ages.

You grab your radio and talk into it softly. Hopefully someone will be able to hear you. “Ambulance needed at location of 10-10. Officer down, shot with some sort of alien weapon.”

The older one kneels beside you and takes off his shirt, wrapping it around your wound, attempting to make a tourniquet. You let out a raspy laugh. It’s not quite right, but you appreciate the attempt. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

You can see the fear still on his face but he smiles nonetheless, “I’ve seen a few medical shows. I think this is right.”

“Anything to slow the bleeding. You’re doing good. What’s your name?”

“Derek Saunders. Am I going to jail?”

“N-no, why would you think that?”

“My friend shot you. Aren’t I an accessory or whatever?”

You shake your head, “You watch cop shows too?” you joke.

“My dad’s a cop. He’s helping at Grand Central right now.”

You cough out another laugh. How convenient. You’re about to tell him to call his dad on your radio when you hear another blast. It feels like it happens in slow motion. You watch as the burst of energy goes up at an angle and hits the building next to where you’re laying. You hear the boy yell something in the opposite direction, you’re assuming at his brother, who most likely got curious and picked up the alien weapon. You see the huge pieces of building falling towards you and Derek.

You let out a scream, though you’re not sure how loud it is due to your blood loss and how tired you’re getting. You close your eyes, knowing the inevitable is going to happen, and just waiting for it. You feel the ground rumble and try to open your eyes to understand what's going on, but you can’t.

Your world goes black.

You wake up to the sound of steady beeping. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the fluorescent lights, but once you do you begin to panic. You know this is medical equipment and you’re in a room of some sort, but you’re not sure, something doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t seem like a hospital room.

You hear the whooshing of an automatic door sliding open. “It’s okay, officer. No need to panic. You are in great hands.” A pleasant British voice says to you. It does put you at ease a little.

The brunette seems to be taking your vitals or something at the moment, writing on a clipboard. You clear your throat, “Uh..where am I?”

“Oh of course,” she smiles embarrassedly, “welcome to the Bus. We’re with SHIELD. You’re safe.” she reassures.

“The Bus?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes,” your eyes shoot to the new voice, “welcome aboard.”

“Agent Coulson.” You try to sit up, but the pain in your shoulder stops you. You wince and lay back down.

“I assumed our meeting would be under better circumstances, but this’ll have to do.” he says with a smile. “Thank you, Simmons.” he nods at the girl and she leaves.

“What happened?”

“We heard your call on 40th.”

“Were you tracking me?”

“No,” he scoffs, “just making sure you didn’t get hurt before we got to meet you. Kinda failed at that, huh?”

You can’t help but chuckle a little, “Okay, but how the heck did I....” you trailed off, trying to think of how to word your question.

“Not die?” he looks at you, finishing your sentence.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You have Skye to thank for that. To avoid a lengthy explanation, she has the ability to ‘quake’ things apart and stopped the piece of building from falling on you and the young man helping you.”

“What happened to Derek and his brother?”

“They’re safe. And the weapon has been confiscated, now SHIELD property.”

You nodded, content with his explanations. There’s a lull in the conversation and you take the time to actually take in your surroundings. The room you’re in is glass on three sides, the fourth being a wall of shelves for medical items. You look down at yourself, not in a gown like a hospital, but someone’s tank top and shorts. You’d have to ask about that later. You focus on your shoulder, eyes going wide. It still hurts, but looks completely healed. 

“Pretty cool, huh?” you look at Agent Coulson, who is smiling like a proud dad, “you’d lost a lot of blood by the time we found you. We immediately put you in the tissue regeneration pod and got it going on your shoulder. It looks healed, but you’ll have to stay in here for a couple more days and be monitored.”

“Tissue regeneration? How long was I out?”

“From when we found you to getting you to the pod, only a few minutes, but we had to anesthetize you so you wouldn’t wake up during the regeneration, so you've been out for about 16 hours.”

“Oh.” is all you’re able to say, still taking it in. Tissue regeneration. How are you supposed to comprehend that? “Thanks, I guess.”

He nods, “So are you ready to discuss your new position with SHIELD?”

Besides the man being in front of you, you had completely forgotten about your transition from NYPD detective to possibly SHIELD agent? The two of you certainly had a lot to talk about. “Yes, sir.”

[beanfic]

Unplanned

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Word count: 1966

Warnings: Talk of sex, angst, and language

Author’s note: Part 1 of a little mini series! Not sure how long this will be, either 3 or 4 parts! :) 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled under your breath as you peeled your eyes open from the sleep that crusted them closed. You looked around at the unfamiliar room you were in, and the unfamiliar bed you were laying in. The body that laid next to you tossed and turned, and you groaned slightly as the memories of last night came back to you. 

The light from the window made your head pound from the hangover that was slowly creeping its way up. You wanted to get out of bed and close the blinds but there was no way you wanted to wake him. 

‘Him’ had a name. It was Tyler Joseph. It also happened to be your ex’s best friends brother. Her name was Maddy, and you and she had been inseparable since elementary school but that all changed when college came along. It just wasn’t the same, and you guys grew apart, and now you barely even exchange looks when you have invited to any of the parties that her brothers threw. 

“Ty,” you softly nudged the tattooed shoulder of the boy that laid asleep. It took you a second to realize that you were also not wearing clothes, and you pulled the sheets up to your chin as Tyler sleepily opened his eyes and smiled at you. 

“Good morning, Buttercup,” he yawned and he wrapped his arms around your waist, closing his eyes once again. Your heartfelt warm with the name that he called you. You remember when you first kissed Tyler, it was at senior year prom inside the photo booth. You two never made it official, and you definitely did not want to act on the emotions after you and Maddy had you're falling apart. 

“Can you explain to me what happened last night,” you chuckled. Tyler leaned over the side of the bed and when he sat back up he held an oversized Twenty One Pilots shirt. 

“Here, wear this.” He handed you the shirt and you threw it over your bare body. “Jay threw a party last night, and I saw you and you invited me to play beer pong with you, Jay, and Jordan.”

“Who won?”, you asked as you pulled your knees up to your chest and held them closely as you waited for him to tell the rest of the story.

“You and Jay did, but Jordan and I got close. Josh and I didn’t even want to go to the party since it would be filled with 20-year-olds but he convinced me and then I ended up actually having a really good time with you.”

“I’m glad you showed up because I kept on trying to avoid Maddy all night. It sucks being friends with your family but being hated by your sister,” you sighed and Tyler rubbed your back.

“It’s okay, anyways, back to the story! We both kissed, and then took more shots, and then kissed some more and now we are here.”

You groaned and covered your eyes with your hands, “Did we?”

“I think so,” Tyler rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he stared into your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke softly but Tyler lifted your chin up with his hand and he pulled you in close for a kiss. His lips were soft, and they tasted like leftover alcohol.

“Don’t be sorry, we both wanted it,” he whispered as he pulled away and you smiled shyly.

“That’s very true,” you admitted. You had been wanting to make love to Tyler for the past two years, but it was rare when you got to see him because he was busy touring with Josh. 

“I wish I could just make you my girlfriend.”

“I know, Ty, but as I said before it would be too hard with you touring and me going to college. Plus your sister hates me.”

“The tour part is a good excuse, but you got to stop caring about my sister. You guys haven’t been friends for two years but my family still invites you over all the time. You’re one of Jay’s close friends too.”

“I know, it just is really hard to lose a friend, okay? You wouldn’t understand because you’re a guy,” you groaned.

“Whatever you say,” Tyler kissed your lips again and threw his legs over the bedside and started to stretch. You watched in awe as the bluish morning light danced over his back and shoulder muscles. You noticed their faint scratch marks and you started to blush.

“Do you know exactly what we did last night?” you asked shyly and Tyler turned around to look at you?

“What do you mean?”

“Like I know we made love, but your back has scratches on it, I guess I just don’t really remember exactly what happened,” you bit your lip nervously as you waited for his answer.

“I guess you liked it rough,” he chuckled and you threw a pillow over your face to hide the embarrassment. “I’m going to take a shower, and then did you want a drive back to campus?”

You nodded, “that would be nice. Is this your childhood bedroom?”

“Yep, the one and only,” Tyler smiled as he looked around at the blue walls. You had never been in his room even though you had spent almost every weekend over at his house when you were little. 

You pulled on the pair of jeans you wore the night before but kept on Tyler’s oversized t-shirt. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind that you were going to keep it, you just didn’t want to put on the tube top that you had worn to the party. The time from when Tyler went in to take a shower, and when he walked back into the room wearing just a shower seemed like 5 minutes. 

“Why are you staring at me,” Tyler smirked.

“You’re just so handsome.”

“Thank you, and you are beautiful to Buttercup.” He dropped his towel as he pulled on a pair of boxers, followed by a pair of jeans. His Nintendo hoodie was the last article of clothing and you finally were able to look away. He was mesmerizing, he always has been. 

Tyler headed downstairs and you followed close behind him. You really did not want to run into his siblings, but at least you did not have to worry about his parents since they were out of town. Your luck was run short as Maddy and Jay were sitting in the family room watching an episode of the Office.

“Y/N, I didn’t know you spent the night!” Jay said and you nodded shyly before looking away. 

“We’re headed out, see you guys later,” Tyler waved. You looked back just in time to catch a dirty glare from Maddy. You could tell that both she and Jay knew what ended up happening, and you really did not want to deal with that. 

“When are you leaving for tour again?” you asked Tyler once you were in his car as an attempt to make small talk. 

“I leave for two weeks for some festivals in South America on Wednesday!”

“Wednesday? That’s in two days and you just got back from your Europe tour,” you pouted.

“That’s the life of a successful musician!”

“And an egotistical one!” you joked and Tyler laughed. You were disappointed though, you wanted to spend more time with him one and one, and maybe even go on a few dates. You enjoyed being around him, and he was so loving and caring towards you. 

“I’ll text you, okay?” Tyler promised as he dropped you off at your sorority house. You nodded and shot him a thumbs up. Tyler waved as he drove away and you sniffled away your sadness. You did not want to cry over someone you aren’t even dating. 

“Are you okay?” a girl asked from outside the bathroom stall that you were puking in. You wiped your mouth with toilet paper and flushed the toilet.

“I think I have the flu,” you murmured as you opened the stall door. Your friend, Taylor, stood outside with her arms crossed. 

“This is like the tenth time you have thrown up this week! You should go see a doctor,” she suggested but you shook your head.

“I don’t like doctors, and I’m pretty sure it’s just the flu!”

“Whatever you say, have you talked to Tyler since he left?” she asked and you nodded.

“We text whenever he has free time, which hasn’t been that much. I miss him and he has only been gone for a week.”

“It’s understandable, you’re in love,” Taylor teased you and you rolled your eyes. 

“I think love might be a little dramatic.”

“Whatever you say,” she sang as she headed back to her room. You headed back to yours where your two roommates were in there eating breakfast. One was your “Big Sister”, her name was Emma and she acted as not only as honorary Big Sister in the sorority but also as a real sister because you always go to her for advice and everything. 

“Hey Em, can I talk to you?” you asked nervously. She nodded and grabbed her car keys. Since the house was filled with about 40 girls, the only private place to talk was in Emma’s car. You both headed down and hopped in the front seats.

“What’s up?” she asked. Her eyes danced across your face as she looked for a hint as to what was going on.

“I’m l-late,” you stuttered and you broke down in tears. 

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” she rubbed your back. “Y/N, look at me.”

You looked up at her through foggy eyes, “I’ve been throwing up, and I’m late. Emma, I’m fucking pregnant.”

“You don’t know that something else could be going hormonally which is making you late and feeling sick.”

“I bet he didn’t use protection that night, I didn’t even think to ask and I don’t even really remember it,” you ranted and Emma just hugged you tight and allowed you break down.

“Let’s go to the store and I can pick up different tests to see, it’s going to be okay,” she said as she tried to calm you down. You nodded and wiped your nose in your sleeve. 

You scanned the aisle of various pregnancy tests, but you could not get your brain to focus on any of them. You were terrified. 

“Should we do this one?” you asked, grabbing what seemed like a reliable brand. Emma came over and inspected it.

“This looks good, but we should get a couple!” She grabbed two other boxes. 

You checked out, got a weird look from the register lady, and headed back to the sorority house. Your heart was already racing.

“Wish me luck,” you tried to joke. 

“I’ll be in my room, come find me after!” 

You nodded and went into the stall. You opened the three boxes and read each of the instructions. Luckily, they were al similar, and it was a good thing you had drank a lot of water. You peed and then all you had to do now was wait. 

Time was going by slower than it ever has. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone. You wanted to text Tyler, but you also did not want to freak him out during his tour. You decided that if worse comes to worst, You will tell him via phone call. 

You jumped a little when the timer went off on your phone. You took a deep breath and looked down at the results. Your eyes had a hard time reading them all, but eventually, your eyes were able to make out the faint lines.

The faint two lines.

“Fucking dammit,” you whispered.

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Positive - Chapter 2

Positive:  A Bruce Banner Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bruce Banner x F!Reader

Word Count:  1235

Warnings:  Angst to the extreme, unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, smut, past child abuse

Synopsis:  After a bad reaction to antibiotics makes you sicker than you should be, Bruce asks you to take a pregnancy test to set his mind at east.

When it comes back Positive you have to then weight the pros and cons of having a child when the pregnancy is so high risk.  It doesn’t help that while Bruce would rather you terminate, Hulk is adamant you don’t.

Chapter 2

“Hulk gonna be daddy?”  Hulk asked gently placing a finger on your stomach.  He had a look of pure joy on his face that had crossed it as soon as you had said the words ‘I’m pregnant’.  Somehow it made it worse.  The fact that the Hulk wanted this baby while Bruce was so against the idea he’d retreated into the Hulk.

Now you were going to have to tell the Big Guy that you didn’t think you could keep it.  Even though you there was a large part of you that wanted to, you knew Bruce’s concerns.  You thought some of his worries were more trauma based than reality-based.  He was scared of being like his dad.  He didn’t speak about it much, but you knew his father had been violent.  That he’d beaten Bruce even as a toddler and that he’d ended up killing Bruce’s mother.  There was no way that the Bruce Banner you knew could ever do that.  He was gentle and loving and never got jealous or mean.  The thought he could even remotely like that was absurd.

He worried about the Hulk too.  It was another unfounded concern you thought.  He was used to seeing the Hulk in situations where he was fighting for his life.  Where he was trying to save people.  The truth was he did like to fight.  He liked breaking things.  There was so much more to him than that. He was gentle and protective.  He loved puppies and bright primary colors.  He knew there was a time and a place for fighting and while he had his little temper tantrums, they only ever involved balling up his fists and sulking unless he was provoked into more.  The way he gently touched you now told you he would protect any child you had with his life.

The thing was any reason Bruce had not to want kids was valid really.  It wasn't fair to force fatherhood on a man who had said so firmly he didn't want to be a father.  It's not like he'd forced you to have sex with him.  In fact, it had been you that had pursued him in the first place, reassuring him he had nothing to worry about.  That he wouldn’t ever be put in this situation. He could simply not want kids and that should be enough.

For the same reason, he couldn't insist you terminate.  It was your body after all.  Your say.  If you wanted to have this baby then you could.  The Avengers benefits program was pretty extensive and you knew the others, they would all help you out. Between Tony and Thor alone you'd have two very excitable uncles who would always be there for a mini Bruce.

If it was just a case of him not wanting to be a dad and you wanting to be a mom, well that could be easily resolved with a breakup.  Not ideal, but not agreeing on children was a big issue.  It wasn’t just that though.  He had one big green extremely valid concern that could be passed down to his kids.  What did it mean to be pregnant with a Hulk?

The thought of a fetus Hulking out inside you was quite frankly terrifying.

This was going to be the hardest decision you were ever going to have to make and unless Bruce came back you were stuck doing it alone.

“I don't know, Big Guy,” You said sadly, stroking a hand along the back of one of his large fingers.  “I don't know what to do.”

“Hulk want to be dad.  Hulk good dad.  Protect baby.” Hulk said hitting himself on the chest.

You began to cry again and he curled a hand around your back and drew you into a hug.  “Don't cry.  Hulk here.  Hulk protect tough girl too.”

You hugged him tightly, glad at least you weren’t totally alone.  You weren’t going to be able to have a proper conversation about it for a while but Hulk was at least good for hugs.

The door suddenly burst open and the Hulk pushed you aside and balled his hands into fists as he squared his shoulders.  Tony stood in the doorway in his Iron Suit hand held aloft, the repulsor glowing blue.  Natasha stood behind him on the left while Thor was on the right.

“Hey Big Guy, what’s going on?”  Tony asked.

Hulk bared his teeth, not liking that he was being threatened with no reason.

You stepped forward putting a hand on Hulk and holding the other up at Tony.  “Stand down.  Everything’s fine.

“FRIDAY said there was a code green,”  Tony said pressing the arc reactor that made his suit bleed away from his body and return to the casing.  “What happened?  Why’s the Big Guy here?”

“Not that we aren’t pleased to see you, friend,”  Thor said pushing past Tony and patting Hulk on the arm.

“We just… we got some news.  Bruce couldn’t handle it.”  You sighed.

“What kind of news?”  Tony asked.

Natasha’s eyes flicked around the room.  You knew she was trying to figure out what happened.  You moved subtly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself.  You picked the pregnancy test up from the table and slipped it in your pocket.

“You’re pregnant?”  Natasha said.  It wasn’t so much a question as an accusation.

You groaned and flopped down on the couch.

“Hulk - dad,”  Hulk said proudly.

Tony moved into the room and sat down beside you, taking your hand in his.  The gesture, coming from someone who normally just tried to talk a problem out almost made you cry again.

“I thought you two were careful,”  Natasha said.

“Thank you for that thoughtful piece of commentary, Nat.” You snarked.

“I just meant… How?”  She asked coming in and sitting on the lounge chair.

“I don’t know.  The antibiotics were making me sick, maybe I was throwing up my pill?  It’s not perfect anyway.”  You said.

Tony put his free hand on top of the hand he was already holding.  “So … I’m taking it Big Green being here is because Bruce isn’t exactly for the idea.”

You barked out a laugh.  “I’d say that is pretty accurate.”

“What do you want to do, my lady?”  Thor asked.

You shook your head.  “I don’t know.  I need more information.”

“Worried about the fetus Hulking out?”  Tony asked.

“Among other things.”  You agreed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“We got your back okay?”  Tony assured you.  “Whatever you need.  If you and Bruce can’t…”

“Don’t need Banner.  Have Hulk.”  Hulk rumbled.

“Alright, Big Guy.  You’re gonna be a great dad.”  Tony said, squeezing your hand.  Hulk huffed and nodded his head.  “Whatever you need,”  Tony added.

“I need my boyfriend to come back and deal with this is what I need.”  You snapped, the tears coming again.

The Hulk lumbered over to you putting his hand on your back.  “Banner coward.  Hulk here.”  He said gently.

“Thank you.”  You said.  “I’m really tired.  I think… I think I just want to go to bed.”

Hulk scooped you up in one large hand and you only really had the strength of conviction to laugh weakly.  “I can still walk, Big Guy.”

“Hulk take you to bed.”  He said firmly.

Tony stood up and patted your arm.  “I’ll get some experts in.  See if we can get the biology worries off the table.  I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Tony.”  You said.

“Good luck,”  Natasha said with a frown as she followed Tony out.

“Everything will work out.  You’ll see.”  Thor said, closing the door behind him.  As the Hulk carried you to your room, you tried very hard to believe him.

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