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#and then finally when someone says oh shit i see the bear too i'm like holy shit you do?!

rainbowhao · 3 months

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fratboy beomgyu

fratboy beomgyu who is all too curious about the mysterious person nextdoor and makes it his mission to become your friend

fratboy beomgyu who happily meets you in the elevator one afternoon and can't help but strike up a conversation as if you're already acquainted

"do you come here often?"

"i live here?"

fratboy beomgyu who doesn't even notice the odd looks you're giving him on the ride up, just keeps chirping away til you get to the third floor

fratboy beomgyu who can't take a hint when you practically slam the door in his face before he can say goodbye—who just shrugs and digs around in his pocket for the dorm key

fratboy beomgyu who loves to say good morning or ask about your day whenever he gets the chance, even if he's tired or running late

"oh. hello," he greets. his long hair is disheveled as he steps out into the hallway wearing crinkled sweats and a sweatshirt. "are you headed to class too?"

you nod. it appears he's overslept though doesn't appear to be in any rush.

"it's cold out there. don't you have a coat?" he frowns. "here. have mine."

fratboy beomgyu who shoves his jacket into your arms before you can decline and runs away with manic laughter spilling out his lips

fratboy beomgyu who goes to parties just to goof off with his friends or get high and play records on his portable turntable

fratboy beomgyu who comes home late one night and can't get the door unlocked so he tiredly knocks thinking someone will answer and let him in

fratboy beomgyu who stares at you with wide eyes and smeared eyeshadow when you poke your head out to see what the noise is and make direct eye contact

fratboy beomgyu who happily allows you to open the door for him and somehow convinces you to help him inside because he can't walk

fratboy beomgyu who nearly blacks out and suddenly finds himself on the bed and head resting on your lap while you look down at him

"please get off me."

"but you look so pretty like this."

fratboy beomgyu who thinks you got the wrong idea about him and tell you so, hoping you won't misunderstand the type of person he is

"i'm also in a small music club. i play the guitar....oh you've heard me? heh. sorry."

fratboy beomgyu who is admittingly a little embarrassed to be acting so desperate for your attention and wonders whether you even like him at all but still doesn't give up

fratboy beomgyu who bakes you sugar cookies for valentine's day and leaves them at your doorstep with a note and drawing of a teddy bear

fratboy beomgyu who nervously paces around his dorm room while he waits for you to get back from class in approximately 10 minutes

fratboy beomgyu who is startled by the sound of knocking and met with your face and that unreadable expression that drives him crazy

"if you don't like it or something i can—"

"i like them a lot."

fratboy beomgyu who is ecstatic when you sit on the floor together and try his cookies (which are obviously delicious) while he plays you his favorite albums

fratboy beomgyu who has finally broken through your cold exterior and become your friend—who really won't leave you alone now that he knows you're at least a little fond of him

fratboy beomgyu who coerces you into sleepovers and goes as far as setting up a cot next to your bed (once you finally let him inside your dorm room, that is) so that you can talk about random shit for hours

fratboy beomgyu who is secretly over the moon when you beg him to go to sleep and even crawl down onto the floor to just cover his mouth

fratboy beomgyu whose heart beats quickly when he realizes how close you are and just how intimate a dark night can be—who cups your hand with his own and slowly pulls your fingers away from his mouth

"please don't go."

you're silent for a while.

"can you stay down here? i'll be good."

fratboy beomgyu who lifts the blankets and allows you to hesitantly settle in beside him—who doesn't dare make another sound in fear of scaring you off

fratboy beomgyu who is coaxed to sleep by your body's warmth, shoulders touching and limbs eventually entangling til your forms meld into one

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crvptidgf · 8 months

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Affectionate

Hazel Callahan x Reader (fluff)

➸ summary: hazel comforts the reader after they get insecure about being too clingy

➸ warnings/notes:

➸ requested?: yes! ↴

- i'm loving your hazel fics and i was thinking if u could write a hazel x reader, where they are girlfriends and reader is very attached to hazel, always touching and hugging her, etc. then something happens that makes reader question if she's annoying and hazel gets like "oh no baby come here" and puts reader on her lap, and says how much she loves how reader treats her

word count: 1.4k

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HAZEL’S FAVORITE THING about you was the fact that your love language was physical touch.

Whenever you had a bad day, or just missed her a little more than usual, you would sprint up to her and encase her in a bone-crushing hug. The first thing you would do every morning was greet her with a peck to her cheek before finally kissing her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her against your chest.

It made her feel safe. It made her feel… good to know that you loved her so much that you couldn’t bear to be away from her for too long.

In the hallways you would interlock pinkies, or sometimes just outright hold her hand. Sometimes if you were feeling particularly down you would wrap your arm around her waist; you just needed to feel her close to you.

Whenever you were over at each other’s house to “study” you’d always insist on having a little wind-down time.

“Let’s just relax for a bit, Haze,” you would say as you opened up your arms to lead her head to your torso, hugging her to your body.

Of course she always obliged. She never cared that she was leaving her homework ‘til last minute. All she really cared about was having you there, your fingers massaging her scalp as you rambled on about your day. There were times when she wished she could just stay like that forever; her legs intwined with yours, and the blanket gluing you guys together, providing warmth and comfort.

Her favorite position to cuddle in, though, was in between your legs, her head resting on your abdomen so that she could trace shapes onto tour skin with her fingertips. You would lie down above her, hands entangled in her brown locks, thighs wrapped around her waist comfortably.

But everything changed one day when you walked over to Hazel’s locker, your arms wrapping around her waist as you stood behind her. She smiled gratefully at you as she craned her neck to greet you briefly before finding the rest of her books and turning around.

“Hi baby,” she coo’d as she came to face you, her arms coming to lay on your hips, her back pressed into her locker.

You completely didn’t notice that PJ was standing beside you guys. You were just too entranced with your girlfriend to recognize that you were still in public - she sometimes had that effect on you. It made you feel like you were the only two people in the room.

PJ playfully rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to be all over her all the time. You know people can still see you?” she said.

Hazel squeezed you tighter, her grip never leaving your side. “Someone’s jealous,” she responded.

PJ let out a sarcastic laugh as she looked at you both, her arms crossed across her chest. “Jealous that my girlfriend is a number 1 clinger? Yeah, no.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Of course she was only joking - that was her sense of humor. If anybody knew PJ they would understand that she didn’t mean half of the things she said. But that didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt a little.

Your whole demeanor changed as you dropped your arms away from Hazel, backing away slightly.

She could tell that something switched in you but before she could ask, PJ had ushered you guys along. The bell had rang for class and she didn’t wanna give Mr.G a reason to give her shit. On the walk to class Hazel wondered why you didn’t hold her hand and caress the back of it with your thumb like you usually did. She chalked it up to you just being in a bad mood and tried to forget about it until your study date later that day.

As soon as the school day ended, she was hot on your heels as you fast walked out of the classroom. She had never seen you in such a hurry to go “study”.

“Hey wait up!” she yelled after you, running up to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“I was thinking that we could watch that new movie that came out? You said you were excited to see it.”

You slightly leaned her head against her shoulder as you nodded. Mumbling a quiet ‘sounds good’, you continued to walk to the parking lot with her.

Hazel didn’t say anything as she drove home. Instead she opted to watch you from the side of her eye, making a mental note of your body language and how little you were talking. You didn’t even react when she leaned over to place her hand on your thigh - usually you were a sucker for her when she was driving.

After finally arriving at her house, you both made your way upstairs. She helped you set your bag on the ground before sitting at the edge of her bed, messing with the buttons on her vest.

Usually by now you would be crawling under the covers, enticing her to come join you. But instead you began to rummage through your bag for your books. It was well established by now that your study dates weren’t actually for studying.

“Baby,” she called out.

Your head whipped in her direction, an unreadable expression on your face.

“Come here. Please?”

How could you say no to that?

Leaving your books and pens on the ground, you slowly made your way to Hazel. You were picking at your fingernails nervously. The last thing you wanted was to be more clingy today. If you just let her make all the moves then maybe you would be less annoying.

Hazel took your hand in hers, stopping you from fiddling with your hands, and dragged you closer.

She knew not to push you when you were upset, so she just held your hands in her palms. Occasionally she would squeeze your hand, or press little kisses to the back of them. You should’ve been spooning, or sitting on her lap - but here you were, fidgeting nervously like it was the first time you had ever been in her room.

After a short silence, you decided to speak up. “Hazel,” you said, gaining her attention.

Lifting her eyes to meet yours, she gave you a little smile. She hummed in response as she turned your hand over to press a kiss to your palm.

“Am I… too clingy?”

Hazel’s eyebrows pinched together as she jerked her head back in confusion. “What? No! Why would you think that?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Maybe you were just being silly - why would you let PJ get to you like this. It was only a stupid joke.

Thinking for a moment, you responded. “I was just thinking about what PJ said. Am I really too touchy?”

Your girlfriend’s eyes softened at your words. Her heart broke at your sad tone, your voice quieter than usual when you spoke. Hazel let go of your hands to hold onto you, one hand going to the back of your thigh and the other one holding your waist.

“Oh, baby. C’mere,” she said as she sat you down on her lap.

Her fingertips ghosted over your forehead as she swiped a few stray hairs from your face, her eyes soft and loving as she looked at you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your legs resting on either side of her.

“I love that you’re so affectionate with me. Don’t listen to PJ - she doesn’t know anything,” she said.

Her voice was so gentle and if you weren’t so in your own head you would’ve probably cried at how cute she was being.

She pressed a kiss to your nose before she continued. “Seeing you is the best part of my day, and what makes it even better is seeing how excited you are to see me too. I could never get tired of you,” she said, pausing to rest her palm on your jaw.

Hazel tapped your chin with her thumb lightly, signaling you to look at her.

“I love you. I love everything about you - especially when you’re clingy.”

Your eyes welled with tears.

“Really?” you asked meekly.

She nodded, her pearly teeth peeking out from behind her lips as she grinned at you.

“Really. Now can we cuddle already? I missed you.”

Your books were long forgotten on the floor as Hazel buried you in the blanket with her, her arms wrapping around you. She lifted your leg to rest on top of hers, before drifting off to sleep with you in her arms. She had everything she needed right there.

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#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan #bottoms hazel #bottoms 2023 #hazel bottoms #bottoms film #bottoms movie #ruby cruz

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Dinner At The Homesick Restaurant

( a 303-page novel by Anne Taylor )

prompt: behind closed doors, many families have secret turmoil. you experience your boyfriend's with him one fateful Christmas. or how Carmy finally made the decision to get away.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

word count: 10.4k+

note: highly recommend the book. also let author write out her stress and trauma please, this was GOING TO get deleted but 10k is a lot of effort so please be kind in what you say.

warnings: spoilers, cursing, toxic family, small hurt and comfort, loving someone despite toxic situations beyond anyone's control, Lord's name in vain, a little of what happens after THAT scene, reader nicknamed Peach.

⚠️ season two, episode six spoilers

"What're you readin', Peach?"

You looked up through the lens of your glasses, smiling at your questioning boyfriend as his bare feet slapped the polished floors of the hotel suite you sought refuge in. You greeted with a soft tease, "Good morning to you, too, sunshine."

"Yeah, yeah. You're right, sorry, hi," he smirked, bending down to kiss your lips in greeting. "Been up long?"

"No, no, just about a chapter or so," you lied, not wanting him to know you've been up for hours out of sheer anxiety. "I made us some coffee, too."

"My perfect girl," he smirked, bending to kiss you again. "Want a refill?"

"I'm okay, thank you." It was quiet for a moment before you heard Carmy fucking around in the kitchen, trying to focus on the novel in your lap, but being most unsuccessful. "Don't forget about tonight," you called in reminder, wondering how to broach the subject before just ripping the Bandaid off.

"What's tonight, again?"

"Carmy."

"I'm kidding," he chuckled, exiting the kitchen to take a seat on the couch at your feet, bringing them onto his lap. "I know, we're gonna go over at, like, 2..."

You nodded absently, seeing the distant look in his eye. "Are you sure it's okay for me to come?" You wondered, nudging him with your foot.

"Hmm?" Carmy looked at you in confusion. "Peach, you've been before, why would it be weird now?"

"I don't know, I wasn't a girlfriend all those times I attended."

"Oh, you're a girlfriend this year? Hmm... To who?"

Your eyes rolled as you pinched him; loving the easy smile on his lips. "Not funny, I'm just trying to be sensitive to all parties," you pouted.

"I know," he allotted, taking a mouthful of coffee before setting his mug down. He started rubbing your feet and ankles, admitting, "I'm a little nervous, I guess..."

"I know."

"It's nice that you'll be there," he nodded, sighing. "They all still give me shit for going away."

"I know, and it's not fair to you," you assured, "you don't deserve that kinda treatment. Say the word, Bear, and we'll skip it."

"Too late now," he wiped his tired eyes. "I need a smoke, Peach."

"I'm gonna hop a shower."

"I'll be in," he smirked, standing with his coffee after gently lifting your feet from his lap. You watched him move for the balcony sans a shirt and frowned when your mind repeated the passage you had just read. Quickly, you opened your book again and read what made your heart so very heavy:

"'You think we're a family,' said Cody, turning back. 'You think we're some jolly, situation-comedy family when we're in particles, torn apart all over the place, and our mother was a witch.'"

The similarities were eery. You saw Carmy light up through the glass door of your rented hotel suite, knowing his family was falling apart and he was powerless to it all; they all were. Carmy, his siblings, any loved ones... You tossed the book on the table, stood, and moved for the balcony.

Carmy leaned on the railing, glancing over shoulder as your arms slithered around his middle. With a kiss to his bare shoulder, you whispered, "I love you, Cream. So much."

He took a long, steadying breath, but replied with full sincerity, "I know, and I love you, too, Peach. So much."

Yeah, that's right, bitches. You were Peaches and Cream. Did it get cuter than that? Didn't think so!

Another kiss to his shoulder and you promised, "I'll be with you the whole time."

"I know."

"You're not alone."

"I know," he sighed. "I just... I know what we're walking into."

"We'll get through it - whatever happens. C'mon, come get a shower with me. It'll save water and shit."

However, you probably used about twice as much because as obvious romp in the glass-stall started. When clean, you both got out, dried off, did your hair, then your make-up; then both getting dressed and ready for one helluva holiday.

On the way, you stopped to pick up flowers for Carmy's mother, Donna, keeping hold of the homemade peach cobbler you had prepared. The whole drive, Carmy kept a possessive hand on your thigh; his nerves showing through as he nervously tapped a rhythm to your flesh. You reminded him to breathe, but he couldn't focus long enough to keep himself regulated.

You tried distracting him with conversation, but nothing stuck for too long. You tried letting a hand thread into his curls, but it didn't soothe him like it usually did.

Arriving, you and Carmy just sat in your car for a long moment. You didn't rush him, you did't speak, you just held his hand with one hand as the other extended to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck; and waited for his move. "All right," he cleared his throat, throwing his cigarette butt out the window before rolling it up and cutting the engine. "You ready?"

"We got this," you assured softly.

"There you are," Carmy smirked, hands catching your waist as you tried to pass through the hall, "thought you ran outa here already."

"We're just warming up," you purred, his chest to your back; your arms crossed to hold onto his engorged biceps. You grinned as your foreheads met for a fleeting moment of peace.

"I'm really happy you're here," he whispered.

"Me, too."

"Love you, Peach."

"Love you, Cream," you sang, making him chuckle a little.

"You know, some of the guys thought you and I finally getting together is all some big cover story."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed, snuggling into your embrace as you both found a secular moment of seclusion to get in a much-needed recharge. "Say you're actually dating some hunky Italian model dude."

You hissed between your teeth, "So, so close, but he's actually French."

Carmy chuckled, then took a sobering breath and glanced over his shoulder. "Should get back. I found Mikey and Nat - they were on the front stoop, smoking."

"Good," you mused, turning in his embrace. "Gimme a kiss, please, then you can go," you pouted.

He looked up, then at you with mocking confusion, "But there's no mistletoe."

"I wanna kiss."

He snickered at your pouting, fat lip, leaning in to find your lips with his. There was a brief moment outside of time, space, and reality; and it was when you and Carmy kissed. God, was he a good kisser, albeit a bit wet, but still a damn-good kisser; and you relished every moment of it. His taste was like an intoxication. His hands hot. Smell prickled your sinuses delightfully. Body firm, love warm.

"Ewww," Fak gagged when he saw you two, "get a room, nobody wants to see that! Ugh! God!" He shuffled past you.

"Fak," you snipped, watching him pause.

"Sorry, Peach," he sighed, leaning in to peck your cheek. "You look beautiful as ever."

You hummed, patted his cheek, and then took Carmy's hand to enter the kitchen after Fak where Donna worked frantically. "Hi, Mama, Dee!" You greeted cheerfully, Carmy's hand already sweating.

"Oh! Hi, my baby, Peaches! Oh, good, good, good, you made it!" Donna rushed over to kiss your cheeks, hands held out to not get grease or sauce or fish on you. "You look so beautiful!" She gasped, "Oh, honey, you look - wow! Stunning! Just stunning!"

"Oh, you just like flattering me," you teased, feeling Carmy's hand tighten. "Something smells so fucking amazing - oh, this is going to be a dinner for the books, huh?"

"Who's flattering who now?" She laughed.

"It's not flattery when it's completely true," you laid on thick, hoping the compliments bulked up to fluff her ego enough to save the family from an inevitable breakdown later.

"Did you bring your cobbler?" She asked with glee.

"Of course," you beamed, "I couldn't come here without one, that'd just be criminal!" Donna laughed with you, and you thought now was a good time to ask, "Can I help with anything?"

"What? Oh! No, no, no, honey, Peaches, no, no, no, I just want you to get a drink and go talk - go mingle! It's the holidays!"

You looked at Carmy as she went back to cooking, flabbergasted as to what you could say. "I'm gonna stay, you go - sit," He whispered with pinched brows and nodding his head, rubbing your waist. "Go 'head, baby, it's okay."

"I could peel - "

"It's alright, Peach," he chuckled, pecking your lips. "Go." His lips moved to your ear, "I want you good and drunk by tonight so we can have really dirty sex later, huh?"

"Deal," you purred. "But I can sit over there - "

"Peach."

You glanced at Donna, then at Carmy, whispering, "I just want to help."

"I know, Peach. Not right now though, okay?"

"She likes me, though." He nodded in agreement, looking ready to cave. "Stop trying to get outta this, Carmy, and just accept it," you smirked. "I'm gonna get some wine and be back."

He hummed as you kissed him in parting, and when you exited, missed the way Donna smirked at Carmy, "Can't leave a room without a kiss? Didn't think you'd ever be so possessive, Carmy, honey."

"I'm not, she likes it," he eased. "Here, let me get that," he freed her hands, trying not to snap when she picked up her wine immediately after. Carmen got to work doing what his mother barked at him, but then the Faks came in, and you returned, and then Mikey arrived - it all turning into an overcrowded shit-show.

"Where's the cake!?" Donna worried.

"It's defrosting, Ma," Carmen answered.

"Ma, why don't you let him help you?" Mikey sneered. "It's, like, all he fucking does, he'd be great."

"What was that? Was that, like, a shot?" Carmy snapped.

"Baby, don't, c'mon," you tried, reaching for his waist to curl your fingers so he felt your long nails. Not too hard, just enough to assure him you had ahold of him.

But Carmen couldn't let it go, even when his mother tired to diffuse the siblings. He snarled at his older brother, "I'm the guy that does food. You're the guy that what? Y-Y-You, uh, start a hundred different businesses and have zero follow-through."

"Carmy, don't," you tried, but it was lost to the sea of voices all talking at once.

But his brother was antagonizing, his mother deflecting, and he snapped, "This is why - This is why I didn't wanna come home, why I didn't wanna bring Peaches home to you all."

You remained silent when his mother snapped, "Oh, fuck you!"

"What the fuck!? What!?"

"Why the fuck would you say that?" Donna snarled.

"It's fuckin' Christmas," Mikey tacked on. They both over lapped one another, and Carmy felt backed into a corner.

"Not in front of my girl, man, fuck," Carmy had snipped at them.

"Say the fuckin' words!"

Carmy paused, then answered, "I love you, guys."

His mother was pleased and kissed his cheek, going back to cooking as Mikey kissed Carm's head. He looked over at you, mutely taking your outstretched hand to give a squeeze for each count to five; regulate his breathing, and then nodding in assurance he was okay. He went back to doing whatever his mother directed. Before he could slip away, you leaned into his ear, whispering, "I'm gonna step out."

"Good," he nodded, glancing back at his mom - but Donna was distracted. "I'll find you soon," he promised, pecking your lips before you exited the kitchen.

"Hey! Hey, Peach!"

"Hi, Mikey," you smiled, looking up at him when you paused outside the kitchen.

"Listen, uh... I just, uh... Look, I know I put you in a weird position," he sighed, hand to the back of his neck.

"How so?"

"By callin' you... Textin' you..."

"You want to check on Carmy," you sighed, "and you're as good as my real brother, so, I don't mind."

"It feels wrong since, you know, y'all are together now or somethin'."

"Mikey," you eased, "I was your guys' friend first, then I was family, and then I was Carmy's girlfriend. If you need your friend or your sister, I'm here, but if you need Carmy's girlfriend, I'll have to tell him. Get it?"

He chuckled, "I knew you'd understand."

"All too well," you eased.

"He doin' all right...?"

"He will be. He's just," you took a pause to sigh, "really tired and stressed. He works really hard, Mikey... Like really, really hard. Like you wouldn't believe."

"Nah, I know, Peaches, I know."

"Might be nice for him to hear that sometimes."

"That's what I'm fucking talking about!"

You apologized and had to leave Michelle when you heard Carmen's elevated voice, excusing yourself to look around the corner and spot your boyfriend in some heated argument with his brother and his brothers best friend, who they called Cousin, Richie Jerimovich. You were about to step in when you froze, hearing the argument without the guys realizing you were standing there.

"Seriously?" Mikey laughed. "You seriously think you're gonna keep a girl like Peach? Man, we all know this is some bullshit fling, but seeing Claire Bear - Man Alive!"

"That doesn't even make sense!" Carmy snapped.

"Oh, c'moonnnn, Carmy," Richie groaned, "look, I love her, I do, but we all know there ain't no way Peach is, like, girlfriend material. She's still sowing her wild oats, you know, just, fuckin' around and shit!"

"Fuck did you say!?" Carmy snarled, lunging for Richie but being caught by Fak's faster hands. "Huh!? The fuck did you just say!? Callin' my girl a slut? Fuck are you on about - "

"No, I ain't say - "

"Better watch your fucking mouth," Carm growled, "and learn to respect our relationship 'cause neither of us are goin' anywhere. Peach is here to stay - like it or not - and she's here to stay with me!"

"But you had such the crush on Claire - "

"I had a crush on Peach, too!"

"But Claire - "

"Nothing about Claire, Jesus, fuck! I don't need y'all fucking meddling! Peach and i are good, fuck you doin' set me up with some other chick!? I don't want nobody else - I got the girl of my fuckin' dreams, fuck you guys doin' tryna ruin that!?"

"We're just tryna help you, man, talk you up, man! Fuck! Don't gotta sound so ungrateful - "

"You don't need to! You don't need to talk me up to anybody, you fuckin' idiots! I have Peach! I don't need you to talk me up because I'm good, okay? I'm good. I got Peach, I'm committed to her, so don't try to talk me up to anyone for any fucking reason - good intentions or not!"

"Y'all aren't even serious!" Mikey laughed loudly. "C'mon! Peach isn't a relationship kinda girl, ain't no way you're thinkin' y'all are gonna last or be some, like, serious thing. You're just bored! But we're telling you, man, Carmy, you don't gotta be anymore, 'cause Claire Bear is - "

"Not my fucking girl!" Carm snapped, temper loosening. "Fuck off! Ain't got nothing decent to say - then just shut the fuck up!"

They called Steven in and you panicked for a millisecond before evening your stride to look like you just arrived. "Hey," you smiled to the lads, "what's all the yelling about? Jesus Christ, it's like a holiday at my house when Meemaw comes to visit."

"I told you," Carmy's attitude directed at you, making you feel disarmed, "these assholes don't respect our relationship, they were trying to set me up with someone else."

You offered the others a stale look as your hand latched to Carmy's, sounding like a scolding mother, "Real mature, you guys. That's wildly disrespectful and it's hard not to take it personally."

"We don't mean it in a bad way, Peach," Richie sighed, "just that there's other options and neither of you have to settle."

"'Settle'?" Carmy laughed, and you had to readjust your stance to prevent him from charging. "You're forgetting Peach did whatever she could to make us work, she was loyal when none of y'all could bother answering the phone, and she always held me down. And then, when I was finally good, I promised her we could come home. So, you jagoffs owe her your thanks that we're even home this Christmas."

"None needed," you smiled, wanting to start screaming yourself but holding back for the sake of Carmen. "I'm sure their jealousy keeps them warm at night, who am I to take that from them by having them apologize?"

"Don't do that," Mikey groaned. "Get all high and mighty."

"How have I ever? You're the assholes shitting on your brother for having a girlfriend. Just 'cause you've all thought about me when self-pleasuring, doesn't mean take your jealousy out on our relationship."

The argument started up again, sighing as you didn't engage but instead tried to hold your boyfriend back when he bared his teeth at a few comments hurled at you both. You flinched away when Mikey started reaching for Carmy to physically pick at him, inciting his anger; making him snap back to not "fucking touch" him.

"Mikey, please," you tried to stave off, but Richie reached out and lugged a heavy arm around your shoulders. "Richie, for fuck's sake. C'mon, just fuck off. Mikey, don't fucking touch him - c'mon, guys!"

"Awh, you get so defensive for him, it's so cute," Richie laughed, jostling you a little as Mikey and Carmy still snapped and snarled at each other in the way only siblings could.

"'Cause y'all don't know how to fuckin' stop," you pushed Richie off you. But then...

"HEY!"

You flinched when a wooden spoon flew through the air to hit Stevie, who yelped in shock from the sting. "Hey! What the fuck?" He looked up and asked, "Auntie D, did you just throw a spoon at me?"

"Yeah, I did," Donna snarled, hanging in the doorway. "You, Richard, bring her the pop - "

"Deedee - "

"You, Carmen, I need you!"

This triggered another avalanche of voices to overlap one another. You moved towards Carmy as Mikey approached his mother, hearing Richie tell Carmen, "We're not done about this Claire Bear thing."

"Yes, you fucking are," you snapped, pushing Richie a half-step back. "Fuck off, Cousin, you're taking this too far."

"I only meant - "

"We all know what y'all mean, but go fuck yourself! We're happy, now either accept that or fuck off 'cause you're not gonna come between us. Go, goodbye, go, go, go tend to your pregnant wife - go, goodbye, fuck you," he tried to talk over you, sounding amused, "Merry Christmas, I love you and shit, but fuck you, go away."

He backed off as Stevie left the room, allowing you to turn for Carmy as he leaned on the arm of an armchair. His head shook and reached for you, bringing you in closer until his head rested on your stomach and his arms coiled in a vice grip. You frowned and thread your fingers through his hair, hearing his mother starting up another tangent about needing Carmen. With a sigh, he looked up at you, "Thank you."

"Hmm?"

"For just being here," he whispered. "I'm sorry about them."

"They're breaking your balls, baby," you smiled, curling his curls behind his ears. "C'mon, we should go help your mama."

Carmy sighed and stood to his feet, "You don't have to stay."

"But then how will I know you're okay?" You pouted, watching him smile and wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry about them," he whispered. "They don't - they don't know what the fuck they're talking about."

"It's okay," you matched his tone, ignoring your own burning-hot emotions. "They're just jealous."

He nodded, hearing his mother snarl something else about needing him; making Carmy sigh. His lips found yours in a slow kiss, pausing to lean his forehead on yours, "Really grateful you're here with me, Peach."

"Nowhere else I'd rather be, Cream," you grinned, starting to lead him back towards the kitchen.

"Hang on," he paused you, glancing around to see nobody lingering. "You know I love you, Peach, right?"

"And you know I'm very serious about this relationship, Carmy, right?"

He rested against you, breathing, "I know." Then his lips spread in a grin, "Gonna marry you one day, Peach."

"Good," you teased, but being honest, "because I can't see spending my life with anyone else but you, Cream. I mean, who else has a family this entertaining?"

He laughed as he followed after you.

"Help me, Peach, please, Goddamn it," Donna grunted, trying to lift a heavy, full cast iron pot. "There we go," she mused when you gabbed the other end to put it back on the burner. You didn't comment that it was the same pot she had Carmy move earlier, just doing as she asked.

She only let you in the kitchen because of Carmy.

Speaking of... "Behind, baby," Carmy muttered, a hand ghosting your waist as he moved. Sugar appeared and you only tried to minimize yourself as eight different timers were ringing for any unknown fucking reason.

Donna sent Carmy off to get saltines for a pregnant, nauseous Tiff, leaving you three women. "Oh!" Donna gasped, "You're almost empty! Here, here, Peach, here you go!" She cheered when she saw your nearly-empty wine glass. Sugar sent you a long look, and you knew this was eating her alive to watch her mother like this; but you hoped you were enough of a buffer for them.

A few minutes later, Donna asked if you could go grab another bottle of wine for you two to share. You froze, between a rock and a hard place; knowing you shouldn't but not wanting to upset the host. You had once done the same with your own mother, perhaps being a reason you didn't go home for holidays.

"Yeah, of course, one second, Miss Lady," you told Donna, sending a confused look to Sugar.

When you walked out, you nearly ran straight into Carmy. "Shit," he breathed, "sorry, baby, didn't mean to run into you like."

"It's okay, but where you goin', speed racer?"

"Mikey's gift," he actually grinned, watching you return his excitement after knowing how much thought he put in.

"You know we're doing exchanges later," you laughed lightly, watching him go. Finding the wine rack, you selected a bottle, and returned to the kitchen where Donna and Sugar were bickering. "Here," you smiled, setting the bottle down to uncork it.

"Thank you, honey," Donna purred, accepting your pour. When she turned for the stove again, you winked at Sugar and discreetly tipped the wine bottle over into the sink to drain it until it was about a quarter way full. "Carm? Where the fuck are my saltines?" She yelled.

When he returned, he gave his mother what she needed before approaching you. "Wanna take a break?" He mumbled.

"Dinner doesn't make itself, baby," you teased.

"Hmm," he hummed, pecking your neck, "I'm gonna run Tiff up some crackers."

You continued your work for several long minutes, when suddenly, Donna pulled one of the seven fishes from the oven. She turned, set it on the counter, but stumbled last second to accidentally knock her wine glass over. The shattering made both Sugar and Donna swear. You wanted to help, but Sugar was already on the floor trying to clean, causing Donna to seethe, "It's like I fuckin' have to do everything for everyone." You and Natalie tried to assure her, but she spoke over any reassurance, "No one fucking lifts a finger to help me."

"Look, I'm getting it right now!"

Donna leered over her daughter, making you freeze, "Can you just go upstairs and get Dad's gun out of my drawer," she held her thumb and pointer finger like a gun, muzzle to her temple, "and I think I'm just gonna blow my fuckin' brains out, and then you guys can make dinner - " Sugar tried to speak over her mother but was unsuccessful, "because I don't think anyone would fuckin' miss me!"

Natalie sobbed as she tried to say anything other than "No! You're okay!" When the older woman gabbed her daughter's cheeks in a pinching-hold, you felt like throwing up as the scene - the words - the actions - it was all too familiar to you. They still yelled over one another, but then, Steven entered the kitchen and disturbed them all.

He only got to greet, "Hey, Donna, Mama D - "

Before Donna screeched at him, "Oh, motherfucking asshole!"

"Out, out, out," You ushered, gently directing Stevie to the door; Sugar repeating what you said as Donna still snarled and yelled and insulted and cursed.

"Get the fuck out!"

"I'm so sorry, Stevie," you whispered when you pushed him out the door. "Thank you for offering, but we got it - it's okay."

You sniffled as Sugar collected the trash and promised to take it out; one of the timers ringing. Donna looked lost and confused as Sugar left, the matriarch whispering, "What's that for?"

"Is it the flounder?"

She didn't answer, lost in her mind, yet muttering, "Nobody would fuckin' miss me."

"Mama D?" You called, watching her startle back into reality. "Is that timer for the flounder?"

"Oh! Right! Yes!" She clapped, pointing at you, "And that's why you're my favorite, Peach. Tell you what," she scoffed, shaking her head, "don't you ever have kids. They fuckin' ruin everything, never show gratitude, never bother to help their fucking mother."

"Well, I'm not thinking about kids yet," you chuckled softly, hoping to distract her. "Still got a lot more life to live before that."

"Just don't do it," she spat. "Even with a sweet boy like Carmy, kids just ruin relationships. Marriage ain't no better, either. What - where's the fucking bread?"

"Here," you sighed, showing her the bread basket.

"Hey," Carmy entered the kitchen, looking exhausted, "can I talk to you for a second, Peach?"

"If your Mama doesn't need me," you nodded, not wanting to tell him too much about what you witnessed.

"I need you everyday, honey," she spoke softly, leaning in to peck your cheek, "but it's fine, it's fine - I don't need help. Go with Carmy. Go, go, go, go."

"Holler if you need us," you smiled, "even if it's just for hot gossip."

"My girl," she teased gently with a wink.

"C'mon," Carmy muttered, taking your hand, and leading you out a side door. He glanced around a few times, finally finding a secluded part of the house. When he came to a halt, you did too, and he sighed as his hands took your waist, "Sugar told me to come rescue you. Said something happened with Mom and I should check on you? The hell happened?"

You shrugged, "Just... Sometimes I forget what family feels like. I left mine for a multitude of reasons, maybe I feel like I fit in better with you Berzatto's. Mama D just got frustrated, and it reminded me of my mom. I wasn't scared, but I think I was triggered."

He nodded, "You need a break."

"I'm okay, I promise."

"You're not," he sighed. "You shouldn't be on the frontlines against her. Okay? It's too stressful for anyone and I need you with me. I need you whole. You know? Need you intact for me, and Ma's only gonna rip you to shreds."

You pouted, "I just... I thought if I helped, she'd feel calmer, maybe save you guys from taking her shit. We used to cook all the time together..."

Carmen sighed, reaching for your cheek to caress your jaw, "You really are a sweetheart." Carmy leaned in and claimed a kiss from your lips, making you both sigh in contentment. When he pulled back, Carmy whispered, "I love you, Peach."

"I love you, too, Bear."

"Carmy!"

He whined, deflating on your shoulder at his mother's cry. "Holidays are almost over, baby. Gotta hang on for a bit, I need you intact, too."

You parted ways, Carmy returning to the kitchen as you meandered around the rest of the rooms, peaking into each of them. "Hey!" Someone cheered, making you look up to a separate doorway leading to a sitting room.

"Oh, shit, hey, Pete!"

"Peaches!"

"Just Peach!"

He laughed and accepted your hug, "Merry Christmas! Happy holidays, seasons greetings, warm tidings, and shit."

"You, too," you cooed, glancing at the tin in his hand. "Oh... Y-You brought something?"

Pete blinked as the room snickered. "Yeah? It's... It's tuna casserole."

"And you brought fish... Why?"

"'Cause it's the Feast of Seven Fishes - "

"And by bringing tuna, it'd be eight fishes."

He sighed, "Yep, so I keep being told."

"I mean, good intentions, honey, but wildly misplaced," you winced. "Probably shouldn't let Carmy see..."

And of course, when you said that, your boyfriend came from behind to clap his hands and call, "Hey, family!" He tried to announce dinner but Pete was too happy to cheer loudly and greet your lover. "Woah, woah, woah. What the fuck is that?" Carmy demanded when he saw the aluminum dish tin.

"Don't tell him," Michelle voted.

"What do you mean, 'don't tell him?'" Mikey followed.

"It's nothin', it's nothin', I - "

"Peach," Carmy looked at you, making you freeze, "what is this? What is that? Peach, the hell is that?"

"Um, well," you tried to smile in reassurance, taking his stiff hand, "you know, you're gonna get mad, but Pete's heart was in the right place."

From behind, "Uncle" Lee told Carmy, "It's a tuna casserole."

You saw the way Carmy locked in on Pete, taking a half-step back but not letting go of his hand. "It's seven fishes, Pete," Carmy snapped. It started a new wave of slander. By the end, his hand was clamped around yours in a vice, leading you through the room and telling Pete, "Just don't let her see. Don't let her see!"

"Dinner," you reminded the room, following Carmy as Sugar passed to approach her husband.

"Wanna help me dress the desserts table?"

You nodded in agreement, and together, you and Carmy brought out all kinds of dishes to leave on the table. You were bringing out the peach cobbler you brought when you caught the tail-end of whatever Michelle was telling Carmy. "That's so nice," you interrupted, moving between the two to set down the cobbler, "offering up your place like that, but we have one."

Her head cocked, asking in interest, "You do?"

"My family does," you nodded.

"Well, think about what I said," Michelle told Carmy. "Would love to see you guys in the city," she smirked at you.

"Yeah, all right, sure," he agreed. When she left, you turned on your boyfriend with confusion, but he only sighed, "She was recommending I get away from this family-drama bullshit."

You shrugged, "Not a half-bad idea."

"We'll see..."

"Carmy," you frowned, "we'll do whatever is best and right for us. Okay? Nothing more or less."

"I hear you," he muttered.

"And I just got confirmation that we can use the apartment in Manhattan," you told him. "So, whenever we're ready to go, we can go, okay? We don't have to shack up in a hotel room for much longer."

"I don't mind it," he eased. "I'll make a decision... I'll make a decision by this weekend about New York, okay?" You agreed, him looking over your shoulder before taking your hand. "Dinner's on," he reminded, feeling your hand snake around his waist to rest; letting his arm raise to accommodate you, latch around your shoulders, continuing forward to the dining room.

However, before entering, you pulled Carmy to a halt. "Hey, hey," you smiled, turning him to face you, "I'm really proud of you for coming home. I know it's not easy, but you're so brave for going through this."

"'Brave'?" He scoffed.

"Brave," you agreed, nodding. "People associate it with knights slaying dragons, but in my opinion, it takes far more bravery to stand up to family than it is a stranger. Takes more bravery to confront those that haunt your home than it does to confront a literal dragon. Hmm?"

Carmy reached a hand out to curl a strand of hair behind your ear. "How'd you get so insightful?"

"That bullshit college you, Mikey, and Richie all roasted me about going to them years ago? Yeah, uh-huh, that education paid off."

"Didn't do shit for your grammar, though, did it?"

"Hush," you laughed, pinching his sides to make his squirm.

You and Carmen entered the dining room to see mostly everyone in their seats; slowly making it to your own on the other side of the table. "Here, Peach," Natalie smiled when you sat between her and Carmy; her at the head of the table. "Got you a refill," she set your wine glass in front of you.

"You're a literal angel."

"I have a question," Cicero addressed your half of the table as Carmy got up to check on his mother. "I heard why we call Sugar, Sugar, but where did the nickname 'Peach' come from?"

"Oh," you smiled at him, "Miss Mama Dee taught me to bake and helped me perfect this peach cobbler recipe. I brought it to all my family events, work events, and when I attended, all my school events. Since then, it just stuck as a name."

He hummed and nodded, offer a silent toast with his glass as Carmy returned - looking mildly startled.

You heard Michelle asking if she could start the process to dish up what she wanted to her plate, Carmy assuring her to wait until Donna; she was coming out at any minute. You leaned back in your chair, nuzzling your boyfriend's side; his hand latching around your upper knee to keep you close with you hugging his arm. "All right?" He mumbled, glancing down at you.

"Are you?"

"Mhm."

"What'd your mom say?" You whispered, feeling him stiffen. "Carmen, please..."

"She's upset, stressed; says nobody cares, nobody makes shit beautiful," he whispered frantically.

"Okay," you soothed in his ear, "just breathe, baby, I need you to breathe. Shh," his head was bowed so you pecked his cheek, "she's just stressed from the holidays. We all know how she gets."

He sighed and nodded, caressing the skin of your leg he had been gripping tightly. "Hey, Mikey?" Michelle asked sweetly.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna say grace?"

Mikey gave an awkward sort of chuckle, relenting, "I don't know, cousin. This motherfucker gonna cut me off?"

You blinked and reached for your wine, intrigue peaking. Uncle Lee, who the jab was directed at, cleared his throat and answered, "It depends. Uh, is it a grace we've heard a million times before?"

"Okay, okay," Cicero stepped in.

You offered, "Well, good Christians know the prayers 'cause they're said a million times, right? Huh?"

"Yeah!" There was another round of agreement, desperate to direct the attention away from the two men.

"Does that mean you wanna lead grace, Peach?" Jimmy asked.

"Oh, no, no, I think the honor should go to Stevie."

"Can I please not?" Steve blanched at the thought of public speaking.

His wife, Cousin Michelle, changed the subject by asking about the Feast of Seven Fish. Before you or anyone else could truly answer, Uncle Lee was overpowering everyone to give his explanation; trying to make a joke at the end about a Dutch oven by Baby Jesus' manger that burned him or something. You gasped when Mikey lobbed a fork at him, making a buzzer noise while he did.

"Oh," Carmy realized when you did, stretching his arm out to extend over you like a seatbelt; fork clattering to the floor.

"Did you just throw a fork at me!?"

"I did!" Mikey sang, chuckling to himself. "See, that's the thing, Lee, see, 'cause... Y-You see what you did, right? You remember you already bitched about the Dutch oven. See, you did that before."

"Michael," Cicero tried to diffuse, but Mike was deflecting like usual.

"And you fucking cut Peach off," Mikey snarled. "Trying to prove you're the smartest, right? Wanna answer a question that she'd answer the best? Last I checked, she studied different religions in college, so, why the fuck would you want to answer - instead of Peach - if not to just make a repeated, shitty joke?"

It made Carmy now bark, "Mike, hey, don't bring Peach in this, okay? Please, just - just chill out."

But Lee was just getting started. He was scolding Michael, and in the process, stuttered just a bit, but it was enough of a visible weakness. Mike started mocking Lee for his words and delivery, just angry at the 'uncle' without knowing directly what truly bothered himself. In fact, riding high on his angry adrenaline, Mikey looked over and asked for Fak's fork, but the tattooed family-friend wasn't too willing to hand it over; hoping this would pass and settle.

Mikey just reached for Fak's fork himself, promising he just wanted to borrow it. Yet he launched it in the air to throw at Lee again, the entire table voicing their discomfort and displeasure. Everyone tried to diffuse the tension; desperate to muddle the tension enough so it did not, at the least, escalate.

"Carmy," you worried, holding his protective arm, "we should do something. I can get Mikey out of here - "

"No," he muttered sharply, "you don't need to be so physically close to that kind of behavior."

You felt the air shift when Mikey told Lee he could throw forks if he wanted to because they were in his father's house. The tension brewed and your boyfriend looked more and more uncomfortable; leaning into his side enough to get him to do the same and lean into you while both sat rigidly.

Now Lee lit into Mikey in front of everyone about how he was living with his mother still, borrowing money from her and anyone else who listened to Mikey's "bullshit". Now Cicero was pushing back at Lee, not appreciating the turn of events after being labeled a "sucker" by Lee only moments prior.

However, Mikey stepped back in, assuring Cicero it was "fine" that he wanted to mouth off - and Lee angrily repeated it. But he was far from being over; starting a new tangent, calling Mikey a loser. Then he started to throw the man's drug use in his face, telling Mikey to look through the fog and understand that there'd be consequences if he threw another fork.

It was quiet.

Nobody said a word as they all waited for Mikey's reaction. Carmen appeared on high alert, waiting for someone to make a move in case he had to jump in. Mikey asked Pete for his fork, picking it up, and creating a new tidal wave of voices all begging Michael not to do shit. To put the fork down. To not do a fucking thing. Over all the voices, it was Sugar's that cut above; reminding her brother she loved him, begging him not to do this.

Stevie giggled nervously, apologizing for it - claiming he giggled when uncomfortable. But Mikey encouraged him NOT to apologize, to fucking giggle and, "enjoy this," 'cause, "this is fun!"

You were so fucking nervous for whatever was to come.

Carmy's one arm was extended over you, the other crossed over his own body to hold your hand through the arm of the chair he sat in. Cicero tried to diffuse everything, Carmy's voice snapping support; but nothing was truly registering in Mikey's brain. In fact, he stood, and Lee flinched when he moved as if to throw the fork; guffawing at and mocking the man's reflexes. This only created an opening for Lee to, again, take shots at Mike's drug use; claiming his flinch was a reflex, something someone had when their nerve endings weren't fried - like a junkie's. Naturally, it caused an entirely new fight.

One where, during which, Mike brayed and screeched like an animal; and by the end, it was Lee telling Michael to throw the fucking fork so he had an excuse to rock his shit. At this point, you were ready to scream and support the violent display if just to get this over with. Lee snarled and repeated that Mikey was "nothing", and for a moment, you thought all hell was about to break loose.

Yet you wouldn't ever know. "There she is," Cicero clapped, directing the attention towards Donna as she entered at long last. You looked at Carmy and squeezed his hand, leaning in to quickly peck his lips in reassurance. The table clapped for their drunk host, watching her dance to her seat with a full glass of wine and burning cigarette; asking them all what she missed.

"I missed something," she grinned. "Peaches? What'd I miss?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh," you cleared your throat, "we were just discussing the tradition of the Feast of Seven Fishes."

"Boo," she pouted.

"Actually, Ma, Stevie, uh, Stevie was about to say grace," Mikey deflected.

"Not Peach, who studied religion?" Lee mocked.

"Oh, honey, that would be so cool," Donna nodded at you.

"I think I'd like to hear Stevie's prayer," you smiled, "but if he fucks it up, I'll take over."

Donna giggled before sniffling and composing herself while Michelle reassured her husband enough to encourage him to lead the family prayer. You half-listened, distracted by your boyfriend's body language. His hand still held yours, but now, he was sitting up with the other hand covering his mouth. The table was shockingly quiet as Stevie spoke, everyone listening; liking his impromptu speech about love, family, holidays, and bears.

By the end, everyone was softly complimenting the man; his wife hugging him; Mikey even voicing a compliment. However, you were distracted by Donna's reaction as she sniffled her tears, wiped her face, and took deep, dramatic sighs. Cicero laid his hand on her shoulder in comfort, but Donna picked up her cig and muttered, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

"Oh, Donna," Michelle cooed.

"It doesn't," she whispered.

As the table took turns trying to assure Donna that everything was gorgeous, you noticed the rigid way Carmy sat. "Baby," you whispered, watching him glance at you before leaning back a bit and wrapping his arm around you in an effort to remain close. However, before anyone could do anything, Sugar was asking those two words that triggered her mother:

"You okay?"

"Oh, my God," a few people muttered softly, Carmy and Mikey looking the most distraught by her words. Your lips pursed in nerves, watching Donna like a ticking time bomb; Carmy's hand sweating, leaving you anxious.

"Oh, Natalie," Donna sneered, "Rose Berzatto, do you know how much I fucking hate when you ask me that?"

"Okay," Sugar whispered, bowing her head, averting her eyes.

"Do you know," Donna enunciated, "how much I fucking hate - "

"Let's go upstairs."

" - that you have to do that!"

"Okay," Sug whispered again.

"D-Do you ask the rest of these people if they're okay?"

"No."

"N - " Donna stuttered, revving up. "Do I not look okay, Natalie?"

"Not really," Michelle answered as if without thought she had verbalized it, shaking her head.

You wanted to step in, you did; you own mother was an unmedicated, raging narcissistic, bipolar maniac with a drinking problem. You knew how to handle people like this... But this wasn't your fight, this wasn't your family; you were a mere guest, there to support your boyfriend in any way you could.

Donna glared at Michelle as Sugar offered to go upstairs again. However, the matriarch snapped, "Oh, fuck you, Michelle."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Carmy tried to rein his mother in.

"I didn't mean it like - "

"Do I not look okay? Did I not just bust my ass all day for you motherfuckers!?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Michelle rushed, looking down - like the others.

"This!" Donna stood, both hands gesturing to the table, "Is beautiful! Am I okay!?" She whipped around to glare at her daughter. "Am I okay!?" And then... She glared at you, "Well, let's ask, are you okay, Peach? Huh? Are you okay not having family invite you around for the holidays so you come here to fill a void and overcompensate by inserting yourself where you're not even wanted?"

You froze, brows furrowing. What had you done to deserve this unprovoked attack? You were used to it from your own mother, but that was because you were her child and it was an easy attack. This, however, was someone without blood relation laying into you about some deeper-seeded insecurities. Sure, you missed your family, but they were wildly unpredictable, unsupportive, unwelcoming, judgmental, harsh, and constantly at your throat about things that they had no business having an opinion on in the first place. It was better you stayed away - something Carmy still had to reassure you about, so to hear his mother use it against you stung beyond words.

"Hey, hey, woah," Cicero tried, Mikey voicing his own displeasure, but Carmy's was the most prominent.

"Don't bring Peach into this, Ma, please - "

"Are you motherfuckers okay!?" Donna screeched, silencing them all. "Are you okay, Lee?" She mocked. "You didn't do shit! This is fucking gorgeous!" She glared around the table she had gestured at, then, picked up a plate as she roared, "FUCK!" Then she smashed the plate to the floor, "YOU!"

You didn't flinch when you heard the shatter, instead, reaching a hand up to hold Carmy's cheek and keep him turned from the sight. One of his hands held your elbow, a way he communicated to assure you that he liked your touch.

"Fuck you!" Donna directed at the table again. Then, she muttered and pointed at Sugar, "Fuck you." Donna made her exit, sobbing, "Fuck you, Natalie."

The door slammed and you were left in a tense, ear-ringing silence. Slowly, your hand drifted off Carmy's cheek to just sit in silence, both your hands holding his. Nobody was sure what to say, and frankly, nobody wanted to be the first who broke the silence...

Until Lee exhaled deeply and opened his mouth - like he was some prominent member of the family, "Well, I guess we all knew that was gonna happen. So it's out, and, uh, maybe everybody - everybody can relax, huh?"

Your head shook.

"Yeah, that's, uh... That's the worst I've ever seen her," Michelle noted.

You wanted to snap that the mentally ill deserved kindness and respect like every other person. Perhaps they require a different sort of understanding, but you know what? Humans are humans for many reasons, one being the ability to empathize, and it wouldn't kill them all to try and offer Donna more understanding.

Especially in times of high stress!

However, nobody got to comment because Mikey let his temper flare from Lee's words. He picked up Pete's fork and lobbed it at an unsuspecting Uncle Lee; the metal utensil clattering to the floor, making Lee immediately snap, "You fuckin' piece of shit!"

Mikey rose to meet the challenge, purposefully overturning the poker table used as an extension off the "main" table; sending everything shattering to the floor as the Fak Brothers had to hold either enraged man back. It was a frenzy: Mikey and Lee yelling, Brothers holding them back, Cicero, Michelle, and Steve standing to get away from the fight as Cousin Richie directed pregnant Tiff to go with Uncle Jimmy.

Carmy rose, too, but you shot out of your chair, pleading over the noise, "Don't, please, not you."

He sighed at you, remaining put as you watched the escalated fight wage in the dining room. Richie was caught in the middle, trying to retain space between the feuding men; but it was all so very surreal due to Mikey just literally screaming to make himself feel big, bad, and heard. All of a sudden, in the very next room, there came a distant scream before a fucking car came barreling through the living room wall.

You had flinched into Carmy out of shock, and for a moment, nobody even so much as fucking breathed. Mikey was the first, approaching the car and begging for his mother to open the door; asking her what she had done; to please open the fucking door. Sugar remained seated, rooted in her spor; Carmy only moving like a zombie to get a better look - not believing his eyes. Everyone else was in shock and you just felt something click into place in your heart, mind, and gut.

No, you mother had never driven a car through the house, but you weren't a stranger to dramatic displays.

"Okay, okay," you cleared your throat, slipping past Carmy to moved for Mikey. "Hey, hey, hey, hey," you caught hold of him, pulling him off the vehicle, "you need to step back, okay? I'm gonna get it open, I'll get her to a hospital."

"No cops," Richie snapped.

"No cops," you agreed, "hence why I'll take her."

Mikey only shuffled when you stepped up, picked up a brick from the rubble, and with pristine accuracy and strength, shattered the back, drivers side window. Moving swiftly, you reached around to unlock the driver's door - yelping when Donna literally bit you.

"Fuck's sake, stop biting!" You snapped, unlocking the door and wrenching your arm free as you opened the door at the same time. "Donna, hey, hey, hey," you knelt, "you hurt? Hey, Donna, it's Peach, c'mon, I need you to tell me if you're hurt!"

She only cackled manically as she tried to stave you off.

You steeled yourself and lifted up only to keep at a bend so you could scoop Donna out. She started thrashing and you had to set her down, groaning, letting Mikey step in.

"She needs to get checked out right now," you told him.

"C'mon," Jimmy agreed as he stepped up, "I'll drive."

Mikey nodded in agreement and carried his mother out of the house, allowing you to sit in the car and shut it off. When you stood and looked around, there was still a heavy air of shock. Glancing at the damage behind you, you figured maybe you could back the car out so you could start cleaning.

"Richie, why don't you take Tiff home, I'm sure she's exhausted," you recommended softly.

"Nah, I'll help clean," he told you.

"Sure?"

"Yeah," he sniffled.

"Mind helping me get the car, you know, out of the living room?"

"Tell me what to do, baby girl."

Richie drove as you sat passenger, directing him; the two of you working to get the car in reverse and out of the wall. You got out to direct him the rest of the way, and left the car in the garage. When you got back in, you noticed that Sugar and Carmy were both gone, and you went into what your boyfriend called "Mama Bear Mode."

Tiff was allowed to rest upstairs, Michelle and Stevie left, and the Fak's left to go get you tarps and other equipment from their house since all stores were closed. You went outside and fought the cold to grab a wheelbarrow from the community garden shed about half a block away, and bringing it to the hole. Richie grabbed some snow shovels and dust pans and brooms, and together, you got to work on cleaning. It took the better part of a 3ish hours, things going a little faster when the Faks returned; helping pick up, sweep, and dump the material out of the house. They brought ladders and huge tarps, getting up to the wall to start installing the material to prevent the horrendous draft sure to come in.

Several times, the boys told you to sit - but you couldn't. So, you worked. And when it was done, you let the men to sweep the remains as you noticed the dining room still in disarray. Any layers of clothing you wore were shed, hair pulled off your neck and away from your face; preparing for the longest clean-up job you'd know.

You stored all food, organized the dirty dishes with the ones in the kitchen still, then worked on clearing space. The table was freed and you took advantage to lay out some bath towels, then getting to work. The reason you had organized the dishes was because you could wash all plates and set them in the drying rack; when done, you'd use a separate towel to dry the dishes and stack them on the dining room table.

Same for all saucers, utensils, glasses - water cups, wine glasses, and anything someone used for a stronger liquor.

Your feet ached, back protested, ears rang with the aftermath of the night. Richie took Tiff home, the Faks heading out as well; leaving you alone in the Berzatto house with only Carmy and Sugar.

You still worked so they wouldn't have to later.

Dishes stacked on the table, your fingertips pruned from the water, the sink decently filthy from food-waste. You didn't notice the time had passed until a pair of arms came wrapping around your waist - making you jump from being startled. But the tattoos on the hand was enough to assure you the man's identity; lips finding purchase on the slope of your neck and shoulder.

"You don't have to do this," Carmy whispered.

"I'm almost done," you promised, setting another bowl to the rack. "Where you been?"

"With Sugar. She was pretty upset, so, Pete and I were with her."

You nodded, "Good. She okay now?"

"She's asleep."

"You should be, too."

"You know I don't like sleeping without you," he sighed, and you felt his frown. "I'm... I'm really sorry."

"For what?"

"For us coming this year."

"I'm not," you promised. "It's okay, we'll take it in stride."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"No, it shouldn't. You deserve better, Carmy," you whispered, leaning back into his embrace - his arms tightening. "Heard from Mikey?"

"Yeah, he said the ER was still running a few tests," he sighed. "Might be another hour or more."

You nodded, "Gimme another few minutes and I'll be done."

"No, you won't," he chuckled. "Lemme help."

"Wanna dry?"

"Got me doin' dishes again, huh?" He smirked.

You matched it, "Take you back to the good ol' days?"

Carmy nodded, and for a few minutes, you worked in silence. It went smoother with help: you washing, him drying. When all was washed, you drained the sink with the garbage disposal, washed the basin out, and then started cleaning off the counters, stove, microwave, and any other appliance or surface Donna might've splattered on. Carmy noticed your system of dishes and did his best to match it, then mopping up the floor.

When you were both done, it was well past midnight and your adrenaline was waning. You eyed your boyfriend for a long moment, slowly approaching him after drying your hands; mimicking him from earlier and wrapping your arms around his middle. You felt Carmy give a long sigh, dropping one of his hands to hold yours on his stomach. "I love you," you reminded softly.

Carmy turned slowly, facing you with a soft, ginger expression. Both his hands rose to ghost over your cheeks, whispering, "I'm so fucking in-love with you."

Your smile was easy, "Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

He smirked, placing his forehead to yours. "Things got a little crazy," he whispered, "but I'm really glad you were here with me."

"I promise you, Carmy, I don't want to be anywhere else."

He sighed, pulling away to admire you for a long moment. "Even when Ma attacks you outta nowhere?"

"Even then," you promised softly. "Carmy, you forget, I had a mother very similar. Our relationship won't ever be the same, but the times I was around her, it taught me to walk on eggshells around someone. You're not alone in this and I promise, it doesn't scare me."

"Scares me..."

You nodded, stepping into his embrace, "I know, baby, I know. I'm so sorry. It'll get better, y-you'll find ways to deal with it all. Okay? I'm here with you."

His arms tightened, muttering, "Don't leave me, too."

"Not even if you beat me off with a stick," you teased. "Do you wanna go to bed, Cream?"

"Please," he groaned.

"You go up, I'll be there soon."

"You're not comin' up with me?"

"I think someone should be up when they get home."

Carmy sighed, "Probably..."

"Go to sleep," you encouraged, "I'll be up when they get in. I'll make sure Donna gets to bed, all right?"

"Nah, nah, I'll wait with you. Lemme grab some pillows and shit for us."

You didn't stop him, knowing you couldn't even if you tried. So after doing one last loop around the house, cleaning whatever needed it, you met Carmy in the second sitting room (the one Donna didn't drive into). He had a couple of pillows down and a comforter, changed into a pair of sweatpants and a muscle tank top. "Give me a minute to get changed," you whispered against his lips, hearing him hum in agreement.

You brought an overnight bag in case you were too tired to drive, now grateful for being "over prepared".

When you were matching in loungewear, you crashed on the couch with Carmy under a cushioned blanket. He was laid down the expense of the couch, you nestled between him and the back cushions. "How'd you do it?" He mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"Deal with your ma?"

"Put a lot of distance between us, enforced boundaries even if it made me the bad guy. Started therapy, read a lor of self-help books. All in all, I learned she was abusive in a different way and it affects me and all my relationships."

He sighed, "Think i gotta do the same."

"What's that?"

"Create distance... Think New York's far enough?"

"It'll have to be," you mused, snuggling close as Carmy picked up with phone. He mindlessly scrolled through his social media, you watching; the exhaustion catching up to you both, making you start to doze, but abruptly woke up when the front door burst open.

"I got her," Mikey waved you both off as you tried to yank off the tangle of blanket, assisting his drugged-up mother to her room after kicking the door shut.

When he returned, you and Carmy were sat up in interest. He sighed and tapped a cigarette from the carton, telling you both, "She's okay, minor concussion and shit... Nothing we can't handle, right? I'll be back." He excused himself out the front door.

You spared Carmy a look, frowning when those wide, baby blues locked with yours. "She's okay," you reminded softly, "and I'm here with you." You saw the fear flash in his eyes. "Carmy, you're not like anyone in your family - you're not like anyone I've ever known. You won't end up like them, you're not gonna slip off the deep end 'cause of their curse. It's sink or swim, and fuck's sake, I've got an extra life preserver, okay?"

He smirked, "What would I do without you or your analogies?"

"Get really boring advice," you teased, letting him kiss you. When you pulled back, you whispered, "She won't ruin you. I won't let anything tear you down."

He paused for a long while, nodding, "Think we should go to New York, then."

"I think so, too. You can't linger here, Carmy, or else you're going down with them all and I can't do anything to help. If we stay here, Cream, I'm afraid for what it'll do to us, and if you stay with your family, there's no telling what they'll do or make you feel." You told him softly, "Don't let them step in the way of what you want, Carmy. Don't let them dictate your life anymore than they do. You deserve a life, you deserve to live away from this toxic bullshit - to truly find and establish yourself without their extra dead weight."

He nodded sadly, wiping a hand down his face.

His eyes bulged naturally, and now, you could see clearly the red tinge from repressed tears and the swollen, blotchy skin from him rubbing so frequently.

"Carmy?" You waited until his eyes met yours. "Just because they're your family doesn't mean you're gonna end up like them. You're aware of the stress, turmoil, and abuse that's generated, and with this knowledge comes the ability to break cycles. Baby," you whispered, resting your foreheads together, "you are not the same, you can always choose to do better... To be better... To recognize slippery slopes and pull yourself back. They're your blood, yes, but that doesn't automatically mean you guys are the same now - or that you'll become like them in the future. You're different, Carmy... You're so different, you're going to do amazing things - they'll all see. And one day, I'll tell you, 'Told you so,' but it can all start today, if you want."

"You're right," he agreed, sighing deeply as he pulled away from you. "I do want that - I want us to get away and go live. We'll go..." He nodded in assurance, sniffling before pecking your forehead, "We'll go to New York and get the fuck away from this bullshit. It's not healthy, can't sustain ourselves here."

"For the time being," you corrected, "because never say never when thinking of returning home. But we've still got a lot of life to live before we settle down, right?"

"Right," he whispered, staring at you like you hung the moon and stars. "What would I do without you, Peach?"

"I imagine you'd be bored as hell," you teased, pecking his lips.

When Mikey returned, he found Carmy sprawled out on the couch with his arms tightly caging you to his chest; both looking utterly exhausted from the hectic holiday. He almost felt guilt for the rush to his blood from the drugs he used outside, knowing neither of you would be proud of him, and seeing you both look so at-peace solidified in his mind that he wouldn't burden either of you with his woes. So he vacated the front lobby just as your head lifted in confusion - feeling as if you had been watched and waking up.

However, when your burning-for-sleep eyes didn't see anyone, you settled back against Carmy.

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Makes You Unsteady

Bucky Barnes x agent!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader; anxious Bucky; soft Bucky; not canon compliant at all

A/N: oh boy, first time posting a Bucky Barnes ff. I've been scribbling these little interactions of Bucky loving a SHIELD agent, and finally decided dammit I'm going to post them.

He paused at the end of the hall. This was stupid. You were asleep by this time. What had he planned on doing, knocking on your door and disturbing you? You probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

Before James could turn back towards the elevator, he heard a click and the motion sensing hall light around the corner came on. Peering past the corner, he was surprised to see the very woman who had been occupying his mind, very much not asleep as he had presumed. You leaned against your doorframe, loitering for a bit.

What were you doing up?

You finally turned, your steps would take you further from him. He knew Darren’s room was a couple of doors down from you.

Your name escaped his lips before he could think properly about the consequences. You turned, squinted at him with tired eyes.

“James?”

“Where you headed?” He strode towards you, as if it was normal to be making rounds in these private quarters.

You rubbed your eyes. As he drew closer he could tell you were growing more alert, though still adorably dazed from a lack of sleep.

“Oh, just over to Darren’s.” Your best friend was always the default destination when you didn’t want to be alone.

“Is something the matter?” He didn’t usually try to pry. But he couldn’t just stand still and let you walk away, couldn’t bear to watch you seek comfort in someone else when he was physically in your reach and ready to give comfort himself. Maybe he was tired out of his mind too, to disregard his usual inhibitions, let alone the chance of you asking him why he was wandering the building barely an hour after getting back from a mission.

“You just got back. You’re early.” Your eyes climbed down his body and up again. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not.” Was it selfish that his heart glowed warmly to see you so concerned over his well-being? “Is something the matter? How come you’re up?” he asked gently again. Locks of bed-swept hair framed you face. His fingers twitched with the instinct to sweep them back and trace down you braid.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could sit with you.” God what was he saying? “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.”

James held his breath as you replied.

“I’d like that,” you said.

In your room, you both settled on your two seater sofa.

“Has it been like this for a while? Not being able to fall asleep?”

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I had a nightmare,” said, almost amused. “I don’t usually dream vividly, but tonight…”

He waited, hoping he wasn’t invading your privacy.

“It was the plane crash. The one my parents were in.” You had not been there for it, but your mind conjured images for you anyway. “As if I had been there too, like I had made my mom give up the window seat and then snuggled up to her side. I…was such a baby with her.” A breathy laugh left you. “Can’t even have the decency to be traumatized by something I actually went through. Like the burning building, or the explosion at the compound.” You didn’t catch his frown.

James swung his legs up, sitting criss-cross to face you. “Can I share something?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes in my sleep I feel like I’m falling and I can’t stop. It creeps me out and I can’t wait to wake up and stop falling.”

“The train,” you whispered.

He nodded. “But worse than that, worse than the nightmares about shooting on command, or the war battles that I don’t remember…I dream about my mom and sisters being killed. My mind convincing me that Hydra found them and shot each of them in the street, or that they drowned, or that they just…stopped breathing in their sleep.” He shook his head. “None of those things happened but I wake up and I want to throw up. I want to go back in time and hunt every Hydra piece of shit and kill them a hundred times over. I want…”

You stopped him with a hand over his metal one. “Don’t. Please.”

He was about to say he wanted to not wake up from his sleep either, and he could tell you had somehow heard those thoughts. He was pathetic, to break in front of you. He had no right to manifest such darkness in front of you. But your pleading eyes left him more breathless than the shame.

“Please?”

Anything, he would do anything you asked.

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He woke alone in your bed. Lifting his head towards the door separating your bedroom from the living room, covered with a navy blue patterned cloth. He made out your voice and footsteps on the other side. He really couldn’t be blamed for being able to hear you talking on your cellphone, especially when his name was brought up.

“- totally forgot to text you and then James and I both fell asleep. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad?”

A tinny laugh reached his ears. If he strained a bit he could hear the person on the other end of the phone. Probably Darren.

“I’m not. Just glad you didn’t try to ride it out alone. I was wondering when Barnes would finally make his move.”

You sighed, glancing at the door to your bedroom and stepping away, lowering your voice just short of a whisper. “He wasn’t – there was no move.”

Your friend uttered your name, exasperated. This wasn’t the first time he teased you about being in denial of love knocking on your doorstep.

“Hon, you deserve to love and be loved.”

“It’s not that.” You hesitated.

“Then what?”

You tugged at your hair. “Just…for someone who’s had so much taken from him, and who’s given up so much. I can’t…can’t ask that of him. I can’t be another burden for him.”

Darren was not happy with you. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. First of all, that’s not what you are. Second of all, it’s his choice to want you. Just like it’s yours to want him. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,” you said firmly. “But that’s all. Just a want. I…I can’t.”

You heard your name and whipped around to find James standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breaths measured.

“Darren, I’ll see you later.” You ended the call.

James felt each pulse of his blood in his veins as he tried processing what he’d heard. He knew his hearing couldn’t be mistaken. The way you looked at him, with a quiet honesty, urged hope to bloom inside his chest.

“James.” You paused, and he swore the world slowed on its axis. “I…”

“You want me?”

You felt helpless under his full attention. His eyes searched you, so vulnerable and earnest. You refused to lie to him.

“Yes.”

Despite what you said to Darren, now, oh, your single word of confirmation sounded so clear and sweet to him.

“You think you’re a burden to me?”

He had quietly closed the distance between you.

You lowered you gaze. “I’m trying not to become that to you.”

He dared to touch his finger to you chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Let’s agree right now, that you won’t refer to yourself like that again.” His palm curved around your cheek. He wanted to touch every inch of you.

He held you through the night. Not sleeping, and not tired; just relishing in the contact of your skin on his, your warmth bleeding into his.

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An AU where Jake didn't go to USNA but got a scholarship for football at the same uni Bradley got a scholarship for baseball.

They're both part of NROTC but Bradley is a second-year midshipman and he's one of the very few midshipmen who are not mentoring anyone in the program dunno how nrotc works I'm guessing similar to our military youth programs, bear with me

He's instantly intrigued — Bradley seems to be the most unavailable person in the whole program, never really engaging for after-training outings or parties, never making small talk and never trying to even make connections that would help with networking once they were commissioned.

So Jake kind of observes from afar for the first few months and he realizes Bradley is exactly the same outside of NROTC too.

Despite the lack of engagement, every single instructor and coordinator from the program seems to know him. More so, most of them don't even comment on his lack of extracurricular engagement or mentorship, but even send him off for extra trainings that are typically only awarded for being exceptional.

They live in the same student building but on different floors. Bradley is an RA for his floor and the female-only floor above, something Jake only discovers when his own RA is kicked out and his heating problem is delegated to Bradley.

Bradley is also a TA (which is very unusual for a sophomore) for one of the physics professors — Jake is studying mechanical engineering and Bradley is doing aerospace engineering and he sometimes sees Bradley assisting, even if it's mostly for different majors.

Jake's fascination grows even more because he doesn't get it — Bradley is unavailable to anyone but he's also so nice. Most of the students in the dorm he's coordinating like him, which is not really something that happens with RAs, he's respected both by the midshipmen and their instructors and seniors, many of which keep on friendly jabs with him or extend invitations to outings despite Bradley's repeated refusals. He is incredibly nice to the actual few students who come for help from him as a TA, from what Jake heard, and he's got a good few girls crushing on him, some of which are pretty popular in the uni circles.

Despite that, he doesn't seem to have any friends. Jake doesn't see him at parties, or going outs, or study groups, or even of some midshipmen-organized extra trainings. It's like he's keeping everyone at arm's length.

Finally, he has an occasion to start something with Bradley when he goes downstairs to the mail room. Technically sorting the mail and putting it in the right boxes outside of the mail room is the porter's room but the porter seems to be there maybe four hours a week so usually they just break into the room and look for their own shit in the mess.

He goes downstairs and Bradley is sitting on the floor with a list of the students in the building and a stamp with red RETURN TO SENDER, sorting through piles and piles of mail.

"I didn't think it was part of your job."

"It's not," Bradley answers. "Someone has to do it, might as well be me. Seresin, right?"

Jake doesn't squeal but oh god, Bradley knows his name. "Yeah."

"Your parcel is in the ready pile," he says, pointing his thumb parcels near the door.

"You want some help?"

"You've got nothing better to do on a Friday night?"

He could've asked the same question. "I have three assignments I need to procrastinate on."

Bradley gives him a long look but finally says, "Fair enough."

They stay in silence and Jake doesn't know how to start a conversation. Bradley seems focused and aloof and just, once again, so unavailable.

The opportunity arises when he is going over the stack of parcels in the corner of the mail room.

"Your name is Bradshaw, right?"

"Yeah."

"Those are for you."

"They're not."

"I mean, there's no room number but it does say Bradley Bradshaw."

Bradley is quiet for a minute but gets up from where he's been sitting on the floor and slowly walks to stand next to where the boxes are stacked on itself.

Without hesitation, he stamps both of them with RETURN TO SENDER.

"You aren't even going to check what's inside?"

He gets quiet again, looking at the stamp on top of the parcel far longer than needed, before he says, "I don't have any family left, whoever sent it isn't anyone I'd like to get anything from."

Jake bites down apologies — Bradley doesn't seem to be the type to need pity.

"It can't be returned to the post," Jake points out. "No return address."

Bradley sighs and takes out a pen from his pocket, leaning over the boxes.

He doesn't mean to snoop but he catches Bradley writing P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky in the addressee line and San Diego a couple lines lower. So obviously Bradley knew who it was from.

Some things change after that evening — Bradley answers his hi when they see each other at training or waves back when Jake sees him in the lecture hall or brings his mail straight to Jake's room and chats with him for a few minutes at his door.

But most things don't change — he still refuses to join any going outs, even if it's Jake asking him, still doesn't talk much to anyone, still refuses simple invitations to grab lunch together in the cafeteria or go to a movie later that week. Still seems to be using a Don't have time or If you don't need me, I'm going as frequent excuses. Still seems to be entirely unavailable to anyone who wants to catch him outside of his strictly obligatory settings.

He's talking about this with his mom, using the phone booth outside of their dorms, because he's never had trouble making friends with anyone (even if he admits he could make more than friends, with Bradley, eventually, maybe, wishful thinking aside) and his mom tells him, "He sounds really busy, baby, he probably doesn't have time for friends."

"How can you have no time for friends? It's college."

"Jakey, he isn't like you, he doesn't have any support from his family, he's probably struggling to stay afloat with the scholarships requirements and the college job and studying and military training on top of it."

"So what? There's no way to—be friends with him?"

"I think you'll have to fit into the free time in his schedule, baby. because that's the only kind he has."

It takes some time but he does realize that Bradley's time is truly limited. His days are packed tight, on top of what Jake already knew — the TA job, the RA job, the baseball scholarship and the NROTC training — he also works in the local garage one day a week. He literally has a few hours he can actually spend with someone during the day and Jake slowly tries to use them up.

Brings him coffee for the early morning walk-in tutoring he hosts at college, eats lunch with him when they have a training break, even as Bradley does his assigned reading and only half-pays attention to him, comes downstairs to the mail room every evening Bradley sorts through it, brings him cupcakes from the cafeteria on the lunch break between lectures, even though Bradley spends it alone in the professor's office, making lesson plans or marking papers. Visits him in the garage he works at and keeps on constant chatter as Bradley gets covered in black oil and stinks like fuel.

Slowly, he can see Bradley smiling when he sees Jake. Can see Bradley sharing his homemade divine lasagna and chicken soup made from scratch with Jake. Can see Bradley joining him in the gym, not just staying on the outside of the group. Can see Bradley chatting back as he continues to do what he's doing, no longer just letting Jake run his mouth.

There's a bit of a hiccup when Jake offers Bradley to join him on Christmas break in Texas — tells him they can drive if Bradley doesn't want to pay for plane tickets they can make a road trip of the thing and all. Only another call to his mom makes him aware that Bradley probably can't afford either and, as his mom doesn't hold back and points out Bradley won't react well if he offers to pay for it.

So instead, Jake stays for most of the Christmas break in the halls. Apparently, Bradley is organizing a small Chrismas dinner for anyone from the halls who is staying over (a total of seven people), so things get a bit busy — the spare time Bradley has is, well, spare. When he finally has the time, he is working in the garage or finishing his assignments — Jake sometimes forgets, with all the things Bradley does to stay afloat, that he's actually still a student — so he mostly trails behind him and chatters when he thinks it won't annoy Bradley too much.

Bradley offers to drive him to the airport. It's the first time he's offered to take a good chunk of his time and make it free by rescheduling things, just for Jake.

He even parks at the airport and walks him all the way to the security check line, not just leaves Jake in the drop-and-go area.

Jake gives him a small Christmas gift — a key chain with A4 Skyhawk he bought when he visited the aviation museum in Horsham with some of the other midshipmen. They both want to go into the aviation pipeline once graduated so it seems like something Bradley could like, even if it's a bit silly.

He wasn't sure, if Bradley would actually take it — he's been reluctant to take many things, every single lunch or coffee Jake got him had to be either repaid or covered by Bradley the next day.

But Bradley hugs him. Puts the key chain on his car keys ring.

When Jake comes back, he's expecting progress because, you know, Bradley's been warming up to him. Instead, Bradley seems to be dead on his feet, getting annoyed quicker than usually, going as far as telling Jake to 'keep quiet for a goddamn minute'. It all kind of becomes clear when he is car pooling with the guys for the NORTC training and sees Bradley, honest to god jogging the three miles from the halls to the training site, military backpack with his uniform and gear towering over his shoulder — it's five in the morning.

"You doing a new training regime or something? Running everywhere instead of driving like a normal human being?"

He doesn't look at Jake as he says, "The Bronco broke down."

"I mean, that car is older than you," Jake points out, trying to tiptoe around the issue and get Bradley to admit what the exact problem is — he never does, if you ask directly, Jake knows by now. It's like asking for help isn't in his nature.

"It's not safe to drive," he explains. "I can't brake in time anymore, the brakes are about to give out completely."

"Can't you fix it?"

"I need a new drum brake master cylinder," he says. When Jake stares at him, he adds, "It's gonna cost around two hundred bucks, which I don't have."

"I could lend you the money," he offers.

"I don't want your money," Bradley says, just like he thought he'd — taking any offered help from anyone isn't in his nature either.

So Jake tries to work around it — asks his dad and his uncles if there's anyone they know who could maybe give him the right master cylinder for free or at a very discounted price. When they finally find a guy who has a collection of spare parts for the early Broncos but no Broncos anymore and is willing to send the cylinder as long as someone pays for the postage, he writes down his number and promises his friend Bradley is going to call soon about that.

And thank the fucking god, Bradley accepts this kind of backhanded help.

Bradley fixes the Bronco on the hall's parking lot. He jogs from the garage with a borrowed jack lift strapped to his back, pops the car on it and the other one he already has in the trunk so the wheels are up, pops the tires off and pops the front mask up and gets his white tank and plaid shirt covered in grime. It's already dark by the time he takes the jacks away and sits behind the wheel.

Jake's spent the whole time uselessly chattering to him as he always does — he has absolutely no idea about cars — but he lets himself be waved into the passenger seat.

Bradley drives out of the parking lot, down the empty road to the campus and brakes so hard Jake has to hold himself up against the dashboard.

"Better than new," Bradley says and Jake's never seen him grinding as widely and as honestly as he is now.

He is sweaty and covered in oil and stinking a bit, but his curls are flopping on his forehead and the ratty mustache he's been growing lately is out of order and he's looking at Jake with those big brown cow eyes — he just can't not kiss him.

So he leans over the console and kisses the smile on his face.

The leap of faith pays of because Bradley keeps on kissing him — he pulls the hand brake on and lets both his hands settle on Jake's waist and things continue until Jake is being guided onto the backseat over the console and being kisses again and again, and Bradley's hands go lower and lower.

They get each other off and then go back to the halls. They don't talk about it but now any time they're alone — in the lecture hall, in the mail room, in Jake's or Bradley's room — he can just lean in and kiss him as much as he wants to and still get the brightest of smiles as a reward.

They're back in the mail room and maybe Jake's just spent twenty minutes trying to crawl up Bradley's lap (to no avail) when he notices — Bradley got another package, this time PLEASE AT LEAST LOOK THROUGH THE THINGS BEFORE SENDING IT BACK written in bold marker on top.

Bradley curtly tells him to just stamp it with RETURN TO SENDER. But he can't help himself — he gets his keys out and cuts through the tape on top, opening the giant box.

"Jake—"

He takes out the first thing that's on top of the pile inside — a stuffed goose the size of over half of Jake's torso. It's a bit grayed up and smells like dust but it's also so cute.

"That yours?"

Bradley gets up from where he's sitting so quick — a second and he's next to Jake, taking the plushie out of his hands. "Ducky—"

"Ducky? That's a goose, isn't it?"

Bradley is honest to god red in the face but doesn't let go of the goose, bringing it closer to his chest and it's freaking adorable. "I was two, I couldn't tell the difference."

"So," Jake says, feeling like he's defusing a bomb. "You still wanna send it back?"

"I—I don't know."

"Maybe—Maybe I could help with that," he offers. "If I know the details, or at least some of them."

It takes him a minute but when Bradley finally starts talking, everything just spills out of him. He tells Jake about his dad, and about his mom, and then about his other dad and pops. He doesn't get too into details but they come around back to his last year in high school and how his dad pilled his papers and they haven't talked since Bradley found out and left the house with a bag and his car and nothing else.

Jake says, "That's just stupid."

The second it leaves his mouth, he knows he's said the wrong thing even if it was honest — he can see in real-time as Bradley rolls back into himself, closing off in less than a minute and suddenly there's so much distance between them.

He angrily writes down the same P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky and San Diego address on top and chucks the goose plushie back inside.

"I guess I'm stupid then," he says quietly and a blink and he's out of the mail room. He's not answering when Jake knocks on his room door.

Jake doesn't have the heart to actually let that package go back to P.Mitchell & T.Kazansky, or Bradley's dad and pops. So he brings it into his room upstairs.

He doesn't mean to go over the things inside, not too much, but he thought he could at least grab the goose — Ducky — and give it a wash. When he reaches inside, there's a goddamn plushie of a Spitfire in there, its tag saying RAF Museum, London, and Jake can't help looking for more.

There are photos and polaroids, three people commonly on all of them with a baby Bradley. Old Hawaiian shirts, a leather jacket, knots of seashell jewelry, a few rolled-up posters, a whole notebook with handwritten recipes, birthday cards.

He doesn't look any further but instead takes the return address from the box and writes up a postcard to P.Mitchell & T. Kazansky saying he'll force Bradley to keep it all.

Problem is, Bradley isn't talking to him, no matter how hard he tries. He thought he'd be like that for a few weeks at the most and then forget but he's worse than he was before he and Jake met in the mail room for the first time — doesn't even say a word to him when Jake tries to start a conversation, he's gone so far as to change his complicated schedule completely so Jake can't see him outside of NROTC and his TA role.

He calls his mom again.

"Jakey, honey," his mom says, with a tone that suggests he's an idiot. "That boy bared his soul to you and you said his feelings were stupid."

#not finishing it sorry #they get back together and Jake forces him to talk to Mav and Ice after all but it takes like two years #(also he doesn't realize that T.Kazansky is the four star admiral Kazansky until he actually meets them on Thanksgiving)#this should be a 60k slow burn fic but i don't have enough energy #or time #sorry #i hated uni and i might be going back to it so im having the feelsTM #hangster #fic ideas #op #charlie writes

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Interrogation - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]

Title: Interrogation

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Word Count: 831 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: Richie decides that he wants to be a protective cousin after he finds out that Carmy has a partner coming around the restaurant.

Author's Note: I need to write about this show more. I mean, look at him. He's so pretty.

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I took a deep breath as I walked into the restaurant. I hadn't been down there yet, moving had consumed most of my time.

I met Carmen back when he was working at some high-end restaurant in New York. We had been neighbors. We grew close quickly. Almost concerningly quick.

Being with him just felt natural. Like I had known him forever.

To put it simply, I was in love with him. Completely, utterly in love with him.

And he was in love with me. Granted, he was a little more hesitant to say it. I didn't care. He showed it enough for me to be happy.

I had dreamed about having a love like this.

After his brother passed, Carmy told me that he was going back to Chicago. He expected me to leave him when he told me. I could remember seeing the shocked look on his face when I asked if he wanted me to go with him.

We had been together for a while. I had thought about living with him. It just felt right.

It took some time, but I got everything transferred over to Chicago and I moved into a small apartment with him.

I understood the chaos that Carmy was dealing with at the restaurant. I felt guilty for dealing with stress at my new place of work. I spent the first few weeks there dealing with settling into a new job and trying to help him as much as I could. Until he told me to stop trying to hide how exhausted I was. Then, it got a lot better.

When I finally had the time to make it down to the restaurant, I wanted to make it a special thing.

I went down and got a small thing of flowers. I placed them in a small vase and made my way down there.

I could hear the noise in the back. I kind of stood there for a moment, scared that I was going to make a fool of myself.

A man came walking out of the back. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm (Y/n)," I said. "I'm just looking for Carmen?"

"Carmy! Someone's out here for you! With some flowers!"

Well, there goes that part of the surprise. I chuckled as I placed the vase on the countertop.

"(Y/n)," I smiled when Carmen walked out from the back.

"Hey," I muttered, hugging him when he made it over.

The man from earlier was staring at us. He was clearly confused.

"Oh shit, (Y/n), that's Richie, my cousin," Carmen explained. I nodded. "Richie, this is (Y/n). My partner."

"You're the one that followed him from New York," Richie asked. I nodded. He walked over, leaning on the counter in the hopes of intimidating me. "Listen. Carmy's my family, got it?"

"Richie, shut up-"

"Hurt him, you deal with me," he cut Carmen off.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I replied. "You have my word. I'm in this one for the long haul."

"Watch yourself."

"Richie, go the fuck away," Carmen pushed his cousin toward the back. "I... am so sorry about that. I'd like to say that won't happen after he gets to know you..."

"It's fine," I chuckled.

"You say that now," he mumbled. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't wanna pull you away from work for too long. Just wanted to drop these off."

I motioned at the vase.

"You got me flowers?" he seemed skeptical as he looked between me and the vase.

"Yeah."

His eyes fell on the vase, focusing on them like he wanted to memorize them.

"I just... I thought these would look nice in the office," I explained. He didn't respond right away, so I started rambling. "But you don't have to take them. I know it's already cluttered back there, and these will only take up more room. I can just- what are you doing," his hands held the sides of my face before he leaned in to peck my lips and stop my rambling, "...oh."

"I like them," he promised.

"Okay," I muttered. I bit my lip and looked away from him. He chuckled at me. "What?"

"You're cute when you're nervous."

"You're an asshole," I mumbled and pushed him backward.

He caught my arm and pulled me into another kiss. I kissed him back for a few moments before stepping.

"I'll see you later," I said.

"Please don't wait up for me, it never works-"

"I can still try," I called as I walked to the door. "Bye! Love you!"

"Love you too," he awkwardly called back, waving at me when I turned to face him on my way out.

As the door closed, I heard a chorus of 'aw' and fake barfing noises, which were quickly followed by Carmen yelling at all of them to shut the fuck up.

I chuckled as I walked away.

Yeah, I was pretty sure that I was in this one for the long haul.

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lilpotatjj · 1 year

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Imagine the reader has an acting job on a film and finds out that they are going to be working with Bella ramsey (who they have had a crush on for ages) and then meets Bella snd finds out that they basically both like each other. Then, after shooting they both go to Bella’s house and have s*x but it’s the readers first time with a girl!

A/N: writing readers first time with a girl is rly cute. I also don't have any experience in making out with a girl. I just wish I could tell my Co Worker, which funfact looks a lot like Bella,that I really like her...welp Idk🤣 sooooo...hope you like it and thank u for ur request sweety <33

Warning: Scissoring, pet names, fingering, Bella being waaay to cute, fluff, kissing. so if u don't wanna read that filthy smut feel free to ignore😇

Wordcount: 1,3k

Proofread: nope (only had 30min to write that lol)

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♡Crazy feelings♡ (18+)

Lying in bed with someone you never thought you would ever talk to. Naked.....to each other and completely caught off guard.

Yup...

You...

You and...bella?

You and bella!

Yes. It wasn't planned to end like this. But when is anything ever planned?

You are dead tired because it is the middle of the night. A new co-worker is about to arrive, with whom you have a few scenes together. You sip your 5th coffee and spit it right back out when you see who's coming on set.

The Lady of Bear Island, but she is all grown up.

Bella Ramsey is your partner for the rest of the shooting? That's a joke....but you don't feel like laughing because she's what's called an addict. For years now you've been following her projects and trying to stay on top of them.

"Morning" she says, cuddling everyone she already knows. To those she sees for the first time she shakes hands a bit shyly.

"Haah...?" The only thing that comes out of your mouth as Bella shakes your hand. Really?

Get a grip Y/N

"Oh agh..sorry I'm Y/N, nice to finally meet you in person! I mean here on set!" You're totally flummoxed and look down in embarrassment. Bella has to laugh lightly...another one of her super cute giggles.

Shit...now you have to stay calm while working too. This will be pretty hard.

"You're cute" she says dryly without batting an eye. Wait what? Eeeeh.....ok. shit starts getting real.

Days go by and you two get along great. You try not to let anything show, but you have to look at her all the time. Bella doesn't miss that and often stares back cheekily.

"What...? Are you my hardcore fan?"

"And if so?" Yup you just said that out loud.

Fuck

Bella stares at you and actually got red cheeks this time. Now she's the speechless one.

"Maybe I would like that" her eyes are only on you now.

"Because of you, I can never think clearly on the set."

"Maybe that was my goal from the beginning..." she comes menacingly close, making your breath catch. She kisses you carefully to test if you want it as much as she does.

You can't believe what's happening here and despite a brief hesitation you go in for her kiss. Damn, she's driving you crazy and your break is about to end.

"You are so damn cute. I've felt that since the first time we met."

"Wow...I wouldn't-..I...Me? I've never thought that" you look at her in amazement and Bella finds it hard to pull herself together.

"Are you ok...?" You look at her worriedly.

"Yes...you are just too cute...I just want to go to my place and spend time with you"

"Ok....I'll handle it" you clarify with the film director that you can get a break for today, as if Bella wouldn't feel well and together you go to Bella.

"It's really nice here" you look around relaxed.

"Yes, thank you. I'm lucky that the location is not far away from set" Bella throws herself on the couch and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Ok...I'd love to" you are a little unsure. You've never done all this with a girl before. There were the last two guys...but they were never serious. Bella seems very sweet so far.

"I don't know how long I've liked you..but you're even better in person. Really sweet and so open. I really really like you" you sit next to her.

Bella smiles her cutest smile as she looks at you happily. This time you come closer to her and try to get your heartbeat under control. You hesitate but Bella carefully closes the gap between you and her soft lips touch yours.

A kiss, as if both of you are afraid to go too far, to let it get out of hand, but there is this desire. It bubbles deep inside you. The curiosity how it is to go further with a girl.

A slight sigh bursts out of you, unintentionally. Bella sets down briefly and kisses you again only to take your face in her hands. More demanding and greedy, Bella's breathing accelerates. She also has difficulty holding back.

"W...wait..." you look at her. "I've never done this with a girl before...I have no idea how it works".

"Ah don't worry there's no manual for that" she giggles and kisses your neck softly and nibbles it here and there. You bite your lower lip and hesitate to let go.

"It's ok...I'll guide you. I'll show you how it's done. And if you want to stop then just say"

Bella means it lovingly serious. You nod and kiss again, this time more lustfully and your adrenaline means it too good for you. You are totally excited.

After all, she's not just any girl, it's Bella. She rubs her hips against your sensitive spot, which makes you moan softly.

"I'm getting undressed ok?" She stands up and undresses one by one, your blood pressure rising rapidly. Damn your breathing is so fast, you'd think you're having a panic attack.

She just kisses you again to calm you down, which also works quite well because the desire for more grows in you.

This time you're the one pushing your hips against Bella.

"let me undress you" she speaks between kisses and you let her do it.

The kiss gets wilder, the feelings completely overwhelming. When you are also undressed, Bella slowly lies down on you, rubs her pussy against yours and you can feel how wet she is already.

Wet sounds can be heard which only drives you even more crazy. Bella which soft moans let you join in and you can't hold back any longer.

"feels...so good..that's crazy..." you're already tingling, realizing far too quickly how you're approaching your climax.

"just let it come to you...it's ok" she kisses you on the neck and shoulder which is enough to make you overshoot the mark too fast. You hide your face while moaning into her shoulder.

"nah you sound so pretty darling"

Almost annoyed that you cum too quickly, you are completely out of breath.

"I'm not done with you yet" you look at her in surprise and startle when she suddenly starts kissing your folds, licking up all your juice. You claw into her hair and tilt your head back, moaning to yourself.

"someone's still electrified" your cunt is still throbbing and every touch of Bella doesn't make it any better.

"I'm going to stick a finger in" She looks up at you and scrutinizes you as she sticks her finger inside you. You moan, completely lost, but you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

"ah come on baby, I want to hear your beautiful voice" she holds still and you press against her finger to absorb even more of the incredible feeling. She moves it slowly and can't help but smile cheekily. "That's a good girl, keep moaning...all just for me"

A second finger penetrates you, which makes the tingling even stronger. She clearly feels how your pussy around your finger clenching.

"I'm so close pleeease...don't stop" you moan almost in desperation.

"Come on baby, come all for me!" her other hand wanders to your chest, caressing it and she accelerating her movements which makes you a moaning mess.

Your cunt pulsates around her fingers as you cum for the second time. when you calm down a little she pulls out her fingers and licks them off.

"thats way better...as with boys" you say out of breath, still shaky.

"sounds good" she smiles playfully cheeky and kisses you tenderly.

"Next time...I wanna make you happy"

"Sure"

"Your to cute I can't believe it"

"Stop it" she looks cheekily.

"Nope, never"

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Valentines w Aegon

Summary: Aegon forgot what day it was and now has to spend the entire day proving he is better than Aemond.

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader warning: little bit of smut, little bit of fluff, lil bit of Aegon being an idiot, a whole lotta redemption word count: 2,000+ note: not my best smut bc I added it on at the last minute

Aegon didn't wake up early that day. In fact, he woke up around noon as he usually did. You had been married for a few years now and it still perplexed you how he so easily forgot holidays. You weren’t furious, he was always the most forgetful man you met. Actually, you doubted if he even remembered the days of the week.

He finally showed up to come see you for his very late breakfast. “Good morrow, love.” Aegon placed a quick kiss on your cheek and took the seat across from you. “It’s past noon, love.” You didn’t mean for your words to leak so much venom, but it was too late. Mayhaps you were angrier than you originally thought.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighed, "I overslept again. Are you angry?" No, you never cared that he overslept. You overslept half the time anyway. You were upset he forgot a holiday that was made for couples. “I am not angry.” You said in defense before taking a bite of your food.

Aegon knew you like the back of his hand or well cock. He knew his cock much better than his hand at this point. Every time you lied you avoided eye contact, and your voice lost all emotion. What the hell did he do this time? Aegon hadn’t drank lately and he definitely wasn’t sleeping with other women. Did he forget something again?

You ate your meal in awkward silence. Aegon spent most of the time lost in his head trying to figure what he had done wrong. Normally he would ask but the quote “don’t poke the bear,” kept repeating in his head. He watched you get up and leave without saying goodbye. That stung more than he cared to admit. What the hell did he do?

Aegon wandered the halls aimlessly trying to figure out what he had done when he noticed his brother. Aemond was carrying flowers and a box of something. Did he forget someone’s birthday? “Brother, what are you doing?” Aegon called out to Aemond. He stopped in his tracks and eyed him up and down. “What does it look like I’m doing,” he spoke.

Aegon didn't understand the attitude his brother had either. "Why are you bringing these here?" He could tell by the way Aemond looked at him that he was judging him. “I’m taking these to mother… Are you even aware what day it is? No, he obviously wasn’t aware. “Shit! I thought her birthday wasn’t for another moon.” His brother scoffed at him.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, wastrel.” The realization dawned on him. He had forgotten another holiday. “Oh.” Aemond rolled his eyes, “I pity your wife.” He walked off, probably thinking that he would be a better husband. It drove Aegon insane the superiority complex Aemond held. “I pity you! You don’t even have a wife.” His brother didn’t even turn around and instead chuckled in the distance. Fuck, what was he supposed to do now?

He decided to go to his sister for help. “Hel… could you help?” He awkwardly asked from inside the door frame. She peered up from her embroidery and pursed her lips together. “You forgot, huh?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Aegon shrugged, "Mayhaps." He stood there silently waiting for her to say anything else. Helaena hummed as she took her time to reply. “I suppose I can.”

“Thanks Hel.” He smiled nervously. She was always the most dependable sibling. Even though they had nothing in common she treated him better than the others. Obviously, she judged him internally but didn’t show it. “You should go to the gardens. She really enjoys the roses there.” He knew that his wife always used rose oils after bathing. “Also, a present. You can find chocolates and jewelry in the markets.” He nodded intently. “Mmm… take her some place special like a restaurant.”

Aegon ran over and kissed Helaena on the cheek which caused her to flinch back. She always hated affection. “You’re a godsend, Hel.” With newfound confidence he took off down the hallway.

The day went by slowly for Aegon. He managed to pick a handful of perfect flowers for her or what he considered perfect. Then he had to sneak out to go to the markets and track down what he needed. He kept repeating chocolates and jewelry in his head over and over. He felt like an idiot. Why couldn't he just remember?

He grotesquely underestimated the sheer number of different kinds of jewelry and candies. Why were there so many fucking options? How do you know what kind to pick? Aegon didn't want to overspend either, but he wanted to surprise his wife and make her happy.

An idea of his own finally dawned on him. He should just get her a necklace made of Valyrian steel. It perfectly showcased his heritage, and it was super rare. He had faith it would be a hit.

Aegon didn’t expect the bargaining he had to do with the shop owner to buy it. It costed an entire arm and leg. The owner didn’t even care he was a prince, fucking bastard. After he got his hands on it, he made his way to the chocolates once more. At first, he only bought one box, but he ended up buying five. It was too hard to figure out which ones she would like and now she would have enough to last at least a month. That’s what he told himself to make him feel better about the money he was spending.

Alas, he went home feeling relieved. He was going to give his wife a gift worth remembering. She deserved it, after all this time, she still loved him unconditionally and he appreciated that. But once he got home, he was greeted with the most despicable sight. “What are those.” You turned your head and glanced at your husband. “I was spending time with your mother and Aemond, he gave me these.” It was a disgusting bouquet of red roses. Aegon was going to kill him. He scoffed, “Roses are so basic.” He ignored the fact that he had his own hidden in the other room.

You felt hurt at his words. These were your favorites and you always smelled like them. You thought he loved roses on you. “At least he remembered.” Aegon didn’t bother replying. He stomped out of the room like a child throwing a tantrum. Fucking Aemond, he had to show him up now. It was always a game of who was better even on holidays. You sat there mildly offended and confused at his attitude. Normally he would at least apologize.

Aegon’s mission quickly changed from trying to get his wife to forgive him to proving he was better than Aemond. “Ser Erryk, I need you to kidnap my wife.” The guard's stoic expression contorted in confusion. “Excuse me, My Prince?” Aegon was in a rather shit mood. “I need you to kidnap my wife and take her here.” He pointed to a place on the map. Erryk knew better than to question a prince but what could he be plotting. “No questions asked, just do it at sunset and be swift.” The prince stormed off and Erryk stood there in confusion. He thought he was finally improving since he was wed.

Aemond was sat in his room reading a book. He was rather proud of today to say the least. He spent time with his mother and sister-in-law. He gave them both gifts since their husbands were worse than rubbish. Normally, he spent time with Helaena but not after she got betrothed. Her husband actually cared about her feelings and spending time with her.

To be clear, if he wanted Aegon’s wife he would have had her years ago. She was his friend before she was his brother's lover. But neither had any interest in each other. He simply wanted to show her that she was appreciated by someone just like he did with his mother. Internally he knew that would drive his brother crazy, but he was happy about it. Maybe, the threat of someone stealing her away would make him get his act together.

What Aemond didn’t expect was a knock at his door and the sounds of feet scurrying away. He peered out his door and noticed a bundle of flowers crushed up on the floor beneath him. Along with a note in terrible handwriting.

“I can take care of my wife, thank you very much.”

He was related to the biggest idiot in the seven kingdoms. Aemond peered further out his door and saw Aegon’s shadow dip behind the wall. In his infamous judgmental voice he spoke, “Aegon.” He shook his head and shut the door.

You were wandering the keep in search for the wastrel you married. At this point you were beyond pissed. His brother took the time out of his day to do something nice and Aegon couldn’t be bothered. After all this time you assumed he was better. Obviously, he was the same ass you married.

Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk watched you from the corner, hidden by the darkness. They gave each other nervous glances before they pounced. Neither understood what exactly they were doing but it was a demand. God, the Targaryens were so odd.

A bag went over your head, and everything went dark. Before you could scream a hand was placed over your mouth. The adrenaline kicked in at an unpresented rate and you flailing your arms and kicking your legs in every direction. Of course, you were being taken prisoner today. You couldn’t be blessed with one good fucking day. Another set of arms grabbed your legs, and they began moving in unison.

You didn’t give up on your attacks, but they seemed to be absolutely useless. Underneath the bag you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. This was supposed to be a celebration. Something to look forward to. Instead, you were kidnapped and tied up. Another gift from the gods to keep you down.

Your heart was beating faster and faster as the hands kept carrying you. The air and sounds changed around you changed quickly. You were definitely outside near the city because the scent of cow shit filled your nose. Next you could hear the sounds of peasants going about their daily lives. Was this how you die?

After what seemed like a century you were gently placed on your feet. The sound of boots clomping on the dirt made you freeze. You heard three sets of men speaking in low tones. One was a man with a deep baritone voice. He spoke with a hint of anger and frustration. “I’m really sorry, princess.”

You knew that voice. Before you could turn around and demand answers your hood was ripped off and you were shoved into a building. The door quickly shut behind you and you fell to the ground.

“Happy Valentines Day, My love.” You peered up at your husband standing over you with a smug look. You quickly rose to your feet and took in your surroundings. The room was decorated nicely with a table for two in the center. There was food laid out and what seemed like… presents in the center. The floor was decorated with roses as was the bed in the corner of the room. A giant window facing the sea shone brightly. The sunset was undeniably beautiful.

“Aegon. What the fuck was that?” He scurried over and grabbed your hands. “I wanted to surprise you!” You furrowed your eyebrows and your mouth hung agape. “Surprise me? Why would you kidnap me and tie me up?” Your eyes widened as he pulled you close and kissed you. “I didn’t know how else to be discreet.” You were still high on adrenaline, but you had to admit it was a nice surprise. “You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered. I only acted like I didn’t so you would have no clue what I had planned.” He was lying but you would never be able to tell. After he got over raging about Aemond’s gift he decided to go a step further. He found an inn with a perfect view of the ocean and sunset which you loved. Then he had them prepare all of your favorite foods… He had to ask Helaena what they were but that’s beside the point. Aegon even went out of his way to tear apart the roses he got you to use as decoration. Truly, he completely outdid himself and he couldn’t hide the smugness on his face. Although maybe the kidnapping was a bit much, but he didn’t realize they were going to tie you up and drag you here.

“I didn’t realize you were capable of being this thoughtful.” You glanced around the room and your anger slowly disappeared. Of course, he could have just taken you outside like normal, but he went about about things in odd ways sometimes. You let out a giggle as you looked at the gifts. Each one was wrapped up in a different color of red. “I made them prepare your favorites. Only the best for my wife.” You smiled genuinely as he led you over to the table.

Aegon pulled out your chair and pushed you back in. He poured a glass of wine for himself and then one for you. You nearly chuckled at the sudden gentleman act he was putting on. “A toast, to us and our love.” He spoke and raised his glass. You followed suit and drank the red liquid. It was sweet and fruity and not too strong. Perfect for your taste buds. He even remembered you preferred sweet wine over bitter. “To us and our love.” You echoed him.

The rest of the dinner passed by peacefully. You enjoyed your meal and the company of your husband. It felt good to celebrate Valentines Day with someone who cared so much about you. As the sun began its descent over the horizon, he pushed the gifts towards you and impatiently waited for you to open them. He was extremely fucking proud of himself for pulling this all off. You unwrapped the five boxes of candies first and laughed. “Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?” You teased.

“I wanted to give you an array of options.” He said with a grin. You broke off a piece of one and ate it. It tasted like chocolate but there was also a distinct citrus flavor that stood out. These were definitely from Essos… which were the most expensive kind. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face when you finished.

The gold box with the red ribbon. His eyes lit up as you opened it. Inside was a dress. A dark black gown made from silk. It was decorated with red and gold which were his houses colors. On top was a black necklace with a dragon dangling at the center. “It’s Valyrian steel… It’s like a piece of me is always with you.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at the necklace. You picked it up and admired it. The dragon was beautiful, and it was crafted with such detail. It was the most precious thing you owned now. “Thank you so much, baby.” You stood up and walked over to him. You took your seat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight.

“I know I don’t deserve you, but I will do everything I can to make you happy.” Your eyes almost began to water out of joy, and you pressed a deep kiss to his lips. “You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

He nuzzled your neck and his hand wandered down your body. It wasn’t long before you were undressed and making use of the bed. He deserved some reward for everything he did tonight. He was so generous, thoughtful, and loving. You couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

You quickly pushed him off and climbed on top to straddle him. You pressed your lips roughly into his own. Aegon ran his hands under your dress and squeezed your ass. You moaned into his mouth as you grinded against his cock. You slowly slid yourself down along his hardness.

Aegon’s breathing grew heavier until he grabbed your hips and held onto them tightly. You let out a gasp as he filled you completely. His cock was average in length but thick as hell. You both moved together perfectly as you rocked your hips. “I love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“And I love you, my queen.” Aegon growled as you leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He picked up his speed and began thrusting himself inside of you vigorously. Your moans were muffled in his shoulders, He slid his hand under you and rubbed your clit while still pounding away.

His pace quickened and soon your cunt was clenching around his cock. He was close too; you could tell by how fast his strokes became erratic. Aegon’s cock repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your orgasm washed over you and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

Aegon’s smile grew wide as he watched you come undone on top of him. A pleasant reward for all the trouble he went through today. He sat up in the bed, so you were still straddling him. You grabbed his arms and removed them from your hips, it was your turn to make him feel good. Your movements started slowing but the small whines that came from his mouth encouragement you needed to pick up your pace. You bounced on his cock while he did his best to suck your nipples in between moans.

Aegon spilt his seed inside you for the first time, but it was far from the last. You spent the entire night in bed with him, only taking short breaks to regain your energy.

The fruits of his labor that day paid off nine months later when a baby boy came. Your very own Valentine’s Day baby… truly a better gift than anyone could ever give you.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon x reader #aegon x you #aegon imagine #aegon fluff #aegon smut

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alex-grace · 2 years

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˗ˋˏ and i'm sitting on a bench at coney island wondering, where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

summary: peter wasn't the only kid tony lost that day on titan (tony stark x female teen reader; implied peter parker x fem reader)

wc. 2.0k

a/n: so y/n's powers are similar to wanda bc its monday and i do not function on mondays. yes i added lyrics to this because I'm insane :) also, i know the lyrics are not in order but bear with me, and apologises in advance babes ♡

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Red, yellow, orange, black.

That’s all she could see.

Rockets were going off, red and gold ones to be specific.

This dumbass was going against the grape by himself.

“Go,” She heard Peter say. He shot a web to a incoming rock, re-directing it from one of the new space nerds they had met. She flicked her arm out and disintegrated it before it even came close to the two.

“Go I got this.” He said again.

“Stay out of the gravitational orbit will ya?” Y/N replied back, quickly. Knowing Peter was well capable of biting of only what he could chew. Sorta.

Better than Mr. T’s ability.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names,” She heard him say over the blood roaring in her ears. Thanos had ripped of Tony’s nano-tech mask, landing a hard blow on him.

Tony didn’t get back up.

Her arrival on ground caused a ripple under the planet’s surface. Small rocks and debris around her went up in disintegration. Her eyes glowing a soft white.

“Hands off,” She growled as she lifted herself back up in the air.

˗ˋ And when I got into the accident, The sight that flashes

before me was your faceˎˊ˗

Thanos was quicker, sending a blast of purple energy from the Power stone straight to where Y/N flew over head. Landing to punch.

The purple met white.

Y/N stayed with one arm outstretched, the other closer to her face. Generating whatever she could.

She’s seen Tony get pushed down, it never struck her. She always knew he’d get back up. This was different.

This was war.

Her hand closest to her began to move outward. One stream of energy keeping the Power stone’s abilities away from her, while she sent a second stream right toward the infinity gauntlet.

The gold closest to his elbow began to deteriorate.

Thanos tilted his head in confusion. How the hell was that working?

That’s when purple started to win, Y/N’s hands beginning to shake from the strain.

Thank Thor above Tony had been watching as he prepared to strike.

The purple was gone almost immediately as a flash of red and gold flew by her. That’s when the blue hit, the Space stone. Moving her forcefully across the face of the planet.

“Somethings happening,” she heard someone say. She was too disoriented to put the voice to a name. Not that she would’ve remembered, shed met these space geeks less than hours ago.

She was too far away from the group to see what exactly what the voice was referring to. She crawled onto her legs on hands and knees, wobbling over, and holding her side. Her temple was bleeding, lip cut, arm probably fractured from the impact of Thanos hitting her with the Space stone. Most of her body had absorbed the energy, but it still hurt like hell.

She stumbled on her way to the group, just a handful of meters away.

Except there was no group anymore. Just the woman with the cool hand, and Tony. But Tony was kneeling over someone.

“I’m sorry,”

No.

She didn’t need superpowers or FRIDAY to tell her whose voice was that. His voice would forever be engraved in her mind, her soul.

What happened to him?

What happened to him.

Anger flooded through her, as it always did. She looked around for the Titan, for Strange, for anyone else there.

Why did everyone leave?

She looked at her shaky hands.

Did I do this?

Oh God.

This was me, wasn’t it.

I finally messed up.

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Tony turned around, eyes blank as he looked at the ashes on his hands.

His kid’s ashes.

Shit.

The kids.

Y/N was staggering over to him. Horror in her eyes as she darted from her hands, to around her, back to her hands.

“Tony?” She whispered.

Not you please not you too.

Part of him didn’t want to move, he didn’t know if he could save her. He lost one please let Y/N not be another.

He got up anyway, swaying unsteadily under the floor of an already unsteady planet.

Tony reached his arms out to grab her. To keep her there with him. . He lost one, please let Y/N not be another.

But Y/N didn’t fall into his arms like Peter did.

She just stood there.

He held onto her shoulders.

“Kid-, “ He said quietly looking down at the girl he considered his daughter.

Y/N’s hand stayed connected to her stomach, like if she moved she would hurt him even more than he already was. She kept her eyes flickering side to side from his.

She put her hand on his face.

Tony wanted to say something. To comfort her? To keep her there? To tell her not to go? To tell her she should’ve stayed home with her stupid muffin she was so excited to eat that morning.

“Never let them take your heart,”

He had to watch her disappear into dust, her eyes closed right before…

He crumbled under the disappearance of the weight right next to him.

They lost. But Tony didn’t know what hurt more. Because he didn’t just “lose”.

He felt like he died that day too. On that stupid orange planet.

And he felt, like he died split in two.

•────────⎊────────────•

3 Weeks Later

Grass.

That was the first thing Tony saw as Nebula helped him down the stairs of the Bentar. He previously saw a figure running toward them.

Of course it had to be the Captain himself.

Neither recognized the fact in that they hadn’t seen each other since the brutal fight in Siberia. For a moment they were just Tony and Steve. Not Iron Man and Captain America.

Friends.

“Couldn’t stop him.” Was the first words Tony uttered.

“Neither could I.” Steve followed immediately afterword, supporting Tony as much as he could.

“Hang on,” Barley a whisper. Tony hated the words that came out of his mouth next. He’s been dreading it for weeks. God how he wished somedays aboard that ship he could’ve died with them.

“I lost the kids,”

“Oh, Tony we lost.”

Pepper ran into Tony’s arms, taking his attention away from Steve. Giving him a moment to realize what just happened.

Sure the super soldier’s reflexes and quick thinking was fast. But this threw him completely off his course.

What the hell did Tony mean by ‘the kids’?

Sure the Spider-Boy that went missing with Tony in New York, and…

Oh God. No.

…

A few hours later…

“You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood, holding onto the table now and then for support.

“I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers”

Rhodey finally cut in. “Okay.”

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down.” His friend told him, hands on his arms.

Tony mumbled an okay, but Stark’s never stay quite.

Y/N wouldn’t, he thought. “Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you're sick.” Rhodey could hardly be heard over the rush of adrenaline that went through Tony.

Tony looked over to the new blonde standing silently in the corner. “She's great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.”

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules. You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood holding onto the table now and then for support. Right in front of his face, hushing down to a venomous tone.

“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

The old friends just gaze at each other. Steve looking affected by Tony's words.

“You know Steve, the las thing she ever said to me? Never let them take your heart.”

Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand

“It’s too bad I’m giving it. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground. Steve is by his side and everyone is starting to gather.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine. I...”

Tony falls into a heap, unconscious.

No one needed magical powers to know damn well who he was talking about.

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5 Months Later

It’s October 21.

It was supposed to be a party.

He had hiding a box of streamers and banners and deflated balloons in the lab for weeks.

Not even mentioning the closet full of papers for guest lists, and different planned out days on crumbled pieces of paper.

The invitations were ready to be sent.

Pepper had gone out of her way to pick a dress for her.

He looked out to the morning sunrise on the hard wooden bench. He had told Pepper he was going on a run.

Pepper knew, Tony never ran a day in his life. But after losing Y/N, she lost a piece of Tony herself. Not even mentioning the own hole it left in her heart. In her home.

Tony had fallen asleep to the thought of birthday cake last night. Maybe it was the nightly delusions kicking in. A blanket was placed over him. He just wanted to go back to that dream, only being held less than a couple months ago. A life that felt so long ago.

He woke up groggy that morning. Rubbing his hair as he placed one foot in front of the other in the hallway. He had a little too much to drink last night at his “surprise” birthday party Pepper had thrown for him. Unlucky for her, FRIDAY knows everything.

“God you people are so loud,” He heard a voice whisper from a few feet around the corner. Shhh’s followed. He knew that voice.

In the softest voices possible for an hungover Sunday, “Happy birthdays!” were exclaimed.

˗ˋˏ You standing in the hallway with a big cake, Happy

birthday ˎˊ˗

Y/N at the center of the little group, comprised of, Peter, Happy, and Pepper.

“Happy birthday to you,” They whispered through smiling faces.

“Happy birthday to you,” God how much did he have to drink that night?

“Happy birthday dear Mr. T,”

“Tony,”

“Mr. Stark,”

The cake read, ‘Halfway to Senior Citizen!’ in the messiest handwriting Tony has ever seen on a cake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He told himself he didn’t deserve this. This makeshift group of friends. Any yet Tony thought to himself, these were no longer just his friends.

They were family.

“It’s-its bullshit I’ve even come to this but. God, kid I had to-I had to be the one to tell you.” He stuttered as he spoke, his hand running down his face.

“If you’re still there, knowing you, you’ve probably already sorted through all of my stuff,”

He pulled out a white envelope from the inside of his athletic jacket. The sides were torn and worn, illustrating just how many times Tony thought of burning it.

He ripped open the white flap gently. His hands shook while he did. Deep down it hurt, even more than usual, because he knew he was never supposed to be the one opening this. He was supposed to be watching from across the couch where you were supposed to be. Sitting “criss-cross-applesauce” you always said in that stupid sing-song voice. Opening all of dozens of birthday presents—making up for the time you never got to.

He blames himself, for he’s the reason you will never get another candle on a birthday cake.

A bead of water landed on the paper, causing a smudge of black ink to run along the letters.

Anthony Edward Stark, Virginia Potts

Custody of Y/N Y/L/N

“Happy birthday kid.”

˗ˋˏ I’m on a bench in Coney Island, wondering

Where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 authors note 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

hello my friends! i promise i'm not dead, just math sucks and makes me wait to di--you get the point. if you haven't pieced it together already i am very much a swiftie, so much of my work will be inspired/be incorporated with mother's song of some sort. if you've made it this far i love you.

i will be making a taglish fyi ! lmk if you would like to be added ˙ᵕ˙

taglist: @manyfandomsfanvergent

#yeah okay im sorry for this one #...yeah not really LMAOO #tony stark x platonic!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #avengers #marvel

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lunathebee · 2 years

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Hi Luna 🌙✨ I was wondering if I could request the moon boys standing up for the reader after someone insulted her? Please and thank you <3

THE MOON BOYS STANDING UP FOR Y/N AFTER SHE GOT INSULTED

Warning: cursed word, over-protective moon boys

A/n: ty for sending in a rq 💞 This is interesting hmmm, and I'm sorry if it kinda turn into a reaction thingy 🌚🌚

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

If the insult is more like mocking, he will point at that person and be like, "Oi, that's not quite nice of you to say that, innit?".

If that person just straight up insults you, he will get angry and yell at them.

I don't understand where y'all get the idea that Steven is just a small, innocent bean.

He can scare off anybody just as well as the other moon boys.

"HEY! Are you saying that to Y/n? You think that's funny?-"

"Steven, it's not worth it."

Just drag him out of it Y/n, I trust you, you can do that.

Steven would still be so mad tho, he usually comes back with a sassy answer if the victim is himself, but if it's you, he won't allow that.

He'll also comfort you afterwards because he's afraid you'll overthink it.

"Love, you shouldn't think too much about that nonesense; it's not true!"

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

He thinks he misheard it at first.

Who does this dude standing here think he is? God?.

"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Marc said, his eyes darkened, but the guy kept being cocky.

"So what? I'm just saying what is true."

That would be Marc's final straw; he's done being a nice guy.

"You sound of a bitch" Marc muttered the sentence before gripping that man's collar and pushing him up near the closet wall.

"MARC DON'T-" (Here we see Y/n trying her best to convince Marc but failing)

"You think you're the shit, huh? You think you can just go around saying that?"

Oh lawd Marc 🫣🫣

He's very serious, and if that man doesn't say sorry to you, he might just as well use his fist to get to the point.

IM SORRY but that's how I imagine Marc would react; he's not scared to get his hands dirty.

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

Ummm.....do I even need to say???

Jake is like a dark, glooming bear that always follows you, and he's only left to buy a pack of cigarettes for 5 minutes.

How in the world is it that when he comes back, someone is already yelling insults at you??

He cursed in Spanish seeing that

We already know Marc is violent, but JAKE?

Chile... anyway so

He would pretend to let it go shortly after and tell Y/n "Let's go home."

But of course he lied.

"Oh, I forgot I have to meet up with some of my friends, would you mind going home alone?"

"No it's fine, I can go back alone" Y/n can't seems to noticed anything strange.

"Good girl"

AhEM, so when Jake is sure you're far gone, he will track down the person who insulted you.

"Do you mind having a little chat somewhere else? Just you and me?".

""Woah woah dude, I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You WILL" Jake then drag that person into a small alley to teach them a lesson.

I'm saying his reaction would be similar to Marc, the only difference is that he doesn't fight in front of YOU

#steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #moon knight imagine #the moon boys #the moon boys x reader

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rovimrtheduck · 29 days

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Stuff I've heard at school: Part 15

He didn't lose a braincell he lost the entire brain

So throughout the game he kept going 'you don't want my chunky dick?'

I do not care about your bowl movements

No one cares about your asshole

Strawberry twink

He would taste like strawberry mochi

It would look like someone exploded

P1: Those tasted like my gandmas house

P2: why are you eating your grandmas house

P1: "My grandpas not dead. The other one is, but this one isn't"

P2: "Give him time"

Teacher: yeah that's right! lower your head in shame! lower! lower!

Student, doing a walk of shame for overdue work: any lower than this and I'll be crawling!

Quebec French just, SOUNDS like they're cursing you out

This guy's hiding the fact that he, like, ties a kite to his phone

I was just going to say he has really child bearing hips

P1: "Debrah (a rifle gun) would be happy"

P2: "What's debrahs beef with me"

P1: "She doesn't like you because you've used her one too many times lol"

P2: "…is that a terrorist joke?"

P1: "yeah"

P2: "haha okay cool just checking hahaha"

Please lets refrain from calling teachers twinks

P1: "Guatamala"

P2: "That says Gujrat"

P1: "Guatamalaaa"

P2: "I guess I'm guatamalan now? lol"

P1: "Yeah you're guava"

P1, to P3: Yeah, well, I'm not Indian P2, distracted by his phone: You mean Indigenous P1, gesturing to P3, who is Indian: No I mean Indian P2, not looking up: Yeah, the proper term is Indigenous P1, aggressively gesturing to P3, who is waving awkwardly: No, I mean INDIAN P2, finally looking up: OHH! I thought you were talking about Indigenous 'Indian'! My bad, my bad.

what the hap just fuckened

P1: "Drank perfumes?"

P2: "What?"

P1: "All I heard was you went to bath and body works to drink perfume"

Do you know how balls deep I need to be in a story to be effectively begging my screen to kill off a character?

That is the sauciest look I've ever seen someone give me

Because when they're going out to no-mans land that what they're thinking, 'I want a really nice tank, very visually pleasing tank, I don't want that Mark One'

"Yo, FUCK him I'd smash his mom"

+ "Yeah and after we're done I'm going to look him dead in the eye and say 'I fucked your mom'"

P1: "Thank you for violating my (oc) characters"

P2, in an uncomfortably eager voice: "I can violate them even more if you want"

"It's the cummie water from school" sips "oh yeah, that is cum"

"Where did you get these genes from"

*looks down at his jeans* "Old Navy?"

"and he goes 'My body is my resume!' and takes his shirt off, and I showed it to my manager because I had no idea what to say"

They literally pickled a baby! (in reference to Ares mythology)

You can either be gay or funny, choose one

I identify as out of this-world

The G in LGBT stands for God

OoOoh, I don't know what I did, but I am learning SO MUCH.

Dionysus is his tumor then!

This is my tumor, he's a drunken little shit who we decided to banish to earth for a while

Blowjobs, for anyone who isn't a sex worker, should be called blowhobbies

What do you call two Jewish stoner in a car? A gas chamber

It's not because you're a rabbit, it's bc you're black!

I inhaled a piece of cheese and it won't get UNINHAILED *coughing*

Who needs their liver anyway

We're the testicles

Why did you give me that look? You look like a child seeing their father for the first time after getting the milk

UM NO. I think that's YOU little miss toe-socks

Even your writing looks dyslexic

Lycan we're both failing math, I don't need this right now.

Reverse racism, but not like, in a racist way

Wow, you even SOUND dyslexic

#high school #fun times #dialogue prompt #i was told my school is the ohio of high schools #writers block #use these as you wish #prompt list #quotes #funny

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sleepis4theweak · 8 months

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...I would like to hear the lorax and sewage treatment rants. pls? And the presentation on your favorite turtles and the science/philosophy puns

*insert puppy dog or kitty cat eyes here*

~😺

Oh you sweet sweet anon... you have no idea what you just got yourself into...

WELL I MEAN IF YOU INSIST-

Whatever length you're expecting it to be, its longer SO:

Okay SO- The Lorax:

There are two different Lorax movies. One is from 1972, the other is from 2012. The one from 1972 is only 25 minutes long! And you can watch it here.

The 1972 Lorax is much much darker than the 2012 one. And the main difference between the two is the Once-ler. The Once-ler is supposed to represent companies, and company greed. In the 1972 one, the Once-ler is faceless. He is simply two arms (and sometimes two legs) with green gloves. He's not supposed to be any one person, he's supposed to represent the company. In the 2012 one, the Once-ler does have a face. In fact, he has a whole backstory and everything! This was supposedly so that kids could connect to the Once-ler. They were supposed to see the Once-ler as a real person, and therefore a real threat instead of some boogy man shrouded in the dark. However, 2012 ended up messing up the Once-ler, and therefore the original message of the Lorax.

(MAJOR SPOILERS IM DESCRIBING THE WHOLE MOVIE WHOOPS)

The 1972 Once-ler appeared in the world quickly, and immediately set up shop. He started producing thneeds quickly, and made sales immediately. When the Lorax challenged him, he replied, "It's only one tree." He called in his family so he could have more manpower and make more Thneeds. He began mass producing Thneeds, and more and more trees were cut down. You can see how trash begins to accumulate and the air gets darker and darker, there are more and more stumps littering the area. He orders roads to be paved and the town grows. He expands his empire and starts selling Once-ler cones and burgers. He was making a lot of money. The environment got worse and worse until finally the Lorax (who had been pleading with him to stop this entire time) said that he would have to send the Brown Bar-ba-loots away because they were starving without the fruits from the Truffula trees. You can actually see two of the Bar-ba-loots carry another between them because they are so hungry. THIS is when the Once-ler first shows any signs of empathy. He wonders if he is bad, if he should stop. He has a literal conversation with himself, before reasoning it away and yoinking down a blind decorated to look like a blue sky over the window showing a destroyed environment. He keeps going, until the Lorax appears to tell him that he must send the Swomee Swans away because the now toxic air was making them very very sick. The Once-ler reasons away concerns again. Finally the Lorax appears to tell the Once-ler that he is sending away the Humming Fish, because they water is too toxic for them. Finally the Once-ler is like... maybe I should stop. He agrees to stop only for someone to call and say, "Hey! Sales are up!" And he's immediately like "FUCK THE ENVIRONMENT, FUCK THE LORAX AND FUCK THE TRUFFULA TREES LETS GOOOOOOO" (I'm paraphrasing). Only then the last tree is cut down and production stops. The Lorax is disappointed and leaves, leaving only the "Unless" circle. Blah blah blah time passes. You see that the city is absolutely destroyed. Everything is wrecked. Some kid comes along and the Once-ler gives him a seed and is like... "maybe ur the unless. Since I majorly suck u know?" THE END! :)

THE 2012 LORAX HOWEVER- THAT SHIT IS DIFFERENT.

In the 2012 Lorax the Once-ler appears and is like!!! Omg!! Nature! Hello bears!!! :) Have marshmallows!!!!!!! He chops down a tree. The Lorax appears and is like, "Don't do thaaaaat :((" and long story short he agrees to not chop down the trees. Then his family swoops in and is like haha ITS US >:) WE R GONNA EMOTIONALLY ABUSE U NOW UNTIL U CUT DOWN TREES YOU IDIOT >:)))))))

...

So he does. And then his company grows and grows and grows. He has the whole "How bad can I be?" song (which absolutely fucking slaps by the way). In which, he basically sings about how he has no idea what he's doing. It's somewhat similar to the 1972 Once-ler's little self talks, but instead of knowing what he's doing is bad and then choosing money over it, 2012 Once-ler doesn't fully realize that he's doing harm. He's being pushed by his family, he is just very swept up in the gaining money bit. He also doesn't look back at the damage he's caused. He comes off as a naive lil entrepreneur who didn't realize the harm he was causing until it was too late, and the last tree had been chopped down.

Overall, instead of the "Corporates do not have the public's best interest at heart and we need to regulate them" message that the 1972's Lorax had, the 2012 Lorax had the message, "Corporates aren't baaadd.... they just... they don't realize they are doing harm :("

AND THEN (yes there's more)- YOU HAVE THE LEGEND HIMSELF- O'HARE!!!!!! He's tiny. He's evil. He is absolutely unrealistic. O'Hare ALSO represents the corporate. But in the wroooong way. O'Hare is unrealistic, and so I don't associate companies with him in the same way I do the 1972 Once-ler. He takes the attention away from the 2012 Once-ler as well. And he's just a strange dude.

Also in 2012 there is no reason for saving the earth. When I watch the 1972 Lorax I leave thinking, "Hey! Corporates need to be regulated and if we don't we are gonna be in real trouble. Very sick and with terrible air quality and toxic water. In 2012 the people live there just fine. Sure, there's smog, (and I do actually like how O'Hare mentions actively making the environment worse to increase demand for his air) but the people there are healthy and happy. They just decide to save the earth because uhhhhh well... who knows! Because they look pretty? Because they dislike O'Hare? Because they wanted to get a tree for their crush?

I'll stop there... but ITS VERY INTERESTING OKAY A LOT OF THE MESSAGES GOT DILUTED IN THE 2012 MOVIE.

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Now as for sewage plants heh heh heh hehhhhh

THERE ARE 4 STAGES!!! (AND SOMETIMES MORE BUT I WON'T GO INTO THAT)

They are: preliminary, primary, secondary and tertiary!

I won't discuss them all because this post is already so so soooo long... BUT I WILL DISCUSS MY FAV MWAHHAHAHA

Primary treatment!!! <3

So you get that raw sewage and you screen it, you get out all the big stuff in there like baby wipes, and large pieces of plastic. The post-screening sewage then moves into a comminutor. It slices up that raw sewage and sends it off to the grit chamber. The grit chamber sloooows down that sewage and then lets grit and such settle and get removed/funneled out.

Finally that sewage goes to the primary clarifier (my love <3) its basically a large tank, and the sewage just... sits there. All the heavy stuff sinks to the ground, and some stuff can rise to the top. They scrape all the stuff off the top and take the stuff out the bottom. That sewage sludge (poop and such) goes to treatment and disposal. What's left is (mostly) water and it is cleaned further in the other stages!

Sometimes when I am in a car I pass by the big primary clarifiers and I'm like!!! LOOK!!! PRIMARY TREATMENT!!!! ... and people think I'm insane... (tho people who know me are used to it lol).

I also used to go to a middle school where they was a sewage plant right next to us and they did Primary treatment and lemme tell you- it smelled AWFUL. SO BAD. I did get to see the primary clarifiers tho!!! Because my school did a tour there... for some reason... I didn't appreciate it at the time haha. But now I think its cool!!! :)

This ask is getting too long... so I'll stop now but I mean... feel free to send me another ask about my fav turtles or pun t shirts hehe <3

#answered asks #THANK YOU FOR ASKING <3 #i have strange hyper fixations.....

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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The very last bauble. The very last hangout. As we move towards the conclusion to it all, we've heard from Vivia about what he wants us to bear in mind. Now it's time to hear what guidance Yakou has to offer us.

Oh, okay, we're gonna give him a pep talk. Disappointing to the very end, aren't you?

Really. We're really going to spend the last hangout yet again shilling the OTP that remains mired in the exact same place it was in way back in the Chapter 2 rooftop epilogue?

The answer, Yakou, is that it's not. Things are not going. There's been lots of blushing and lots of awkward pauses but nobody has said or done a single thing yet because writers despise romance despite how hard they try to inject it into their stories.

Ooh, Yuma doesn't know but that is a painful question.

*spit take* NOT SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT, FUCKING HELL.

God fucking dammit man. Even if you're making it up, "I was so great at cheating, you wouldn't even BELIEVE" is a terrible thing to make up. It doesn't need to be true to reflect poorly on your values.

I'm going straight back to the homunculus testing site so I can push you dipshit ass off a cliff.

This is the worst final hango--

Why was that Fubuki's final conversation topic!? Ew ew ew ew DX

This is the second-worst final hangout!

...wait.

Hold up.

Is he talking about actual kittens?

Or that, I suppose. Still, the way he chose to play this up has caused my opinion of him to nonetheless sink lower. It's not about whether he did or did not "three- or four-time". It's about the fact that he considers the image he tried to sell to be an admirable presentation of masculinity in the first place.

"LOL It's so cute how they'd get jealous whenever they'd find out about my other girlfriends!" This kind of casual misogyny is exactly the kind of behavior that makes me loathe "guy talk". Men will take one look at you, see a kindred bro, and then proceed to say the grossest shit to you with absolutely no filter whatsoever.

Too late, damage already done. There is no salvaging your reputation from here.

Now we're getting to the meat of it. I expected Yakou to give a counterargument to Vivia, but they seem to be on the same page.

Vivia asks, "Is it always right to reveal a cruel truth?"

Yakou says, "You need to put Kurumi's wellbeing first."

These both feel like things that are going to be important for Yuma to carry with him in the final confrontation with Makoto. Which is why the two baubles were put here.

It's not, and I hate that you think that. This exact mindset, that men only exist for women and nothing else, is a major contributing factor to toxic masculinity.

This conversation must be, like, right before Chapter 5. Yakou's getting ready to carry out Huesca's murder. That's why he's trying to connect with Yuma like this.

Yakou Furiou. I didn't think very highly of him when I met him. But then I got to know him and see new sides to his personality. And through that journey, I was able to learn that I was overestimating him and adjust my opinion even lower.

I don't like Yakou on a personal level. I don't hold his drinking or his grief against him. He's a damaged man who's been through some trauma. But he's also a frequent obstacle who has gross opinions and mostly gets in the way.

Nonetheless, I still stand behind him 100% in the murder of Dr. Huesca. Like I said before, I'm not fond of Yakou the Detective but I adore Yakou the Murderer. That we were all able to pull together and carry off the Crime of the Century to avenge Yakou's wife and assassinate the most well-guarded man in Kanai Ward?

Yeah. I'm proud of that. We did it. Huesca isn't Yakou's victim. He's our victim. We made this happen for Yakou and I have no regrets about it. I'd kill Huesca again if Yuma would let me. Shove him over that railing and let him be a malfunctioning immortal in a pit at the bottom of the secret lab.

Yakou isn't someone I would want to hang out with for an evening. But I'm glad he found his closure, even if this was the only way he could.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #yakou furio

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natureismynature · 9 months

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hi o/ cant remember if you answered an ask like thid before. but

do you have tip + tricks on writting qfoolish? and tips on getting his voice down?

and what do you find that people typically get wrong with his relationships towards qvegetta, qjaiden and qcellbit?

Ooohhhh writing qFoolish huh? Aaahhh, I'm not very good at giving tips, so bear with me Anon ><

The main thing I always keep in mind while writing Foolish is that he's very giggly. He just... laughs a lot. His first instinct is to laugh whenever he's in mortal peril or when he's faced with sad situations, except when it's about his immediate family.

Foolish is NOT vocal with his love unless you're his boyfriend or kid. He rarely ever says "I love you". He tends to avoid situations that are 'too wholesome' and often makes jokes to balance it out. When it comes to it, he tends to bully people to show how much he cares. He's very bad with words, but he always finds the right things to say when it matters, especially when it's with Leo. He'll offer hugs to make someone feel better and try to stutter his way through words that are either to make them laugh or to comfort them.

Foolish uses "Um..." and "Uhh..." and "Ahhhhh" a lot when he's thinking. He mumbles to himself when he's trying to figure something out. And he just... screams. A lot. When he's angry or frustrated. When it's quiet, he hums random sounds or bad renditions of songs. He often doesn't think before speaking, so sometimes he blurts out the most out of pocket things. He unironically uses "Pal", "Oh my goodness", and "What the fudge". He curses a lot though jfgdks. I'd use a BUNCH of italization when writing Foolish because he tends to... sound like that? Idk how to explain it kdhsjsu

And finally! When it comes to mischaracterization with his relationships, I can't really say much about it cuz I avoid reading fics that aren't for me, ya kno? So I don't often see when people... write it 'wrong'?

All I can say is, when it's Jaiden, Foolish treats her like a sister, they lose their brain cells when around each other and talk about the most random shit, very silly. When it's Vegetta, he's giggly, and giddy, and acts like a highschool girl with a crush, he never starts kisses, he stutters, and just overall a complete mess. When it's Cellbit, he's mischevious and sometimes borederline devious, he loves to mess with Cellbit, but they do have mutual respect for each other.

(Hope this helps anon! :D)

#qsmp #timb answers #foolish gamers #fic ref

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Better late than never - Part 2 // Joe Liebgott x Reader

Summary: You and that particular paratrooper had to separate because of the war. When they finally return to Aldbourne, you are no longer there, but as fate would have it, you meet again in an unexpected place.

Warnings: Language, war wounds, Fluff

A/N: And here is Part 2 - hope you like iiiiiit :)

The Island, Holland - October 15, 1944

"Can you give me a hand?" you ask Beth, the nurse who is with you at the first aid station. You apply bandages to Alley's wounds. "Damn it," you curse and take a new bandage. "Just don't die on me here Mo, or Dot will kill me," you continue to grumble, and slowly the wounds stop bleeding. "At least I can send you back to her later."

When you found out that Joe's company was near you, you were happy. You've been working in Holland for a few months now and have already seen a lot. Before, mainly British soldiers were stationed in Holland, but now the Americans have come.

When they brought Alley to you, you were scared at first. He had been hit by shrapnel that night. "Y/N?" you then hear him whisper and look at him. "Mo, you're finally awake," you smile at him. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "We missed you at Aldbourne." "Yes, Dot wrote to tell me you were back. Shortly after you left in May I decided to help too. I was in France first and now I'm here." "Joe will be so pleased when he sees you."

You are silent and just look at Alley. "What?" he asks and you shake your head. "I... I don't know if I want to see him. It hurts too much, you know."

"You can't do that to him Y/N. You don't know how much he suffered when he found out you weren't home." You think for a moment. "If he doesn't find out I'm here, then he won't be bothered either, Mo." "Y/N..." "No Alley. I won't be here much longer anyway. They're transferring me to Belgium." Alley says no more and you finish bandaging his wounds. "You're going back to England Mo. You're going to get better and see Dot, yeah?" "Thanks Y/N." You say goodbye to Alley and go out to wash your hands.

"Should I believe my eyes or do you think they are lying to me?" you hear a voice and turn around. In front of you is Joe. He looks at you and you immediately see that he is bleeding from the neck. You drop the rag you were holding and the two of you look at each other. You take a step towards him. "You're bleeding," is all you say, but he says nothing. "And you're here." "I'm here." Then you can't stand it any longer. You bridge the last few steps and take him in your arms.

Joe pulls you close and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Y/N," he breathes and gently strokes your back.

You sit down together and you bandage his wound as you tell him what you've been through and he tells you what he's been through. "They're going to send me to Belgium," you then say. "To Belgium?" "Yes, they have had some losses and casualties there, so they are sending some of us there." "I don't like it Y/N." "What do you mean?" "You, so close to the action of the war." You smile gently at him and take his hand in yours. "It's not like I'm this close to the front lines. Nothing will happen to me."

Joe unexpectedly leans forward and kisses you, "It doesn't matter. You're too important to me that I could bear to lose you, dear. I missed you at Aldbourne." "I missed you too, Joe. But I feel like I need to do this." Joe nods. You stand up together and he is still holding your hands.

"Hey Liebgott, stop flirting with the nurses," someone calls and Joe looks up. "Shut up, Tab." "Oh shit, that's Y/N!", Tab says then and gives you a quick hug. "It's good to see you. Now you can finally shut up about wanting to see her Joe." Joe gives Tab an angry look. Tab just grins. "Winters is looking for you, by the way, about the POW's. He wants to know how it went. Good to see you Y/N." Tab waves and then walks off again.

Joe then turns back to you. "I have to go," he says, looking at you with his dark eyes. "I know," you whisper back. Joe puts a hand to your cheek and strokes your thumb across it. "I..." he begins, but then you are interrupted again. "Joe! Come on we need you," Tab calls again and Joe looks up briefly. Then he turns back to you. He kisses you and you put your arms around his neck. "When are you going to be moved?" "We leave in two days." Joe nods, kisses you again briefly before he has to go to the others.

Bastogne, Belgium - December 23, 1944

It's cold. There's no other way to describe it. You've learned that some American soldiers have been stationed in the Bois Jacques Woods and have little to no medical supplies, so you've been tasked with getting as much there as you can. The problem is, when you got there, you were surrounded. The battalion stationed there then decided to send you further north, as it was apparently quieter there.

With your cloak wrapped tightly around you, you are accompanied by a lieutenant and two soldiers. Arriving at the CP, you spot a face you've seen a few times before. "Captain Winters?" asks the lieutenant, who looks up. But when he catches sight of you, he stumbles. "Yes?" "Here, this is from Colonel Sink." He thrusts a letter into Winters' hand. Winters reads it through and then looks back at you before the others take their leave.

"Miss Y/L/N?" "Sir?" "What are you doing here?" he asks and you take a few steps towards him. "They sent me to the front with medical supplies when we got surrounded. I guess your Colonel thought it would be safer up here." Winters looks at you and you can't read exactly what he's trying to say. "What makes him think that?" he then asks aloud, but not directly to anyone. "Very well, sit down."

You sit down next to him and he holds out a coffee. "I can help sir. If you have wounded, then I can help," you say quickly. "We can certainly use the help. I honestly don't quite understand where they get the idea that it's safer here." You press your lips together. "You're from Aldbourne aren't you?" asks Winters then, and you look at him in surprise before nodding.

"Captain Winters?" someone then says, and you look up. You would recognise that voice anywhere. Joe sees you and pauses in his movement. "Joe?" asks Winters, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Uh sorry sir, Lieutenant Welsh said the patrol was back and they saw some activity but nothing else happened." Winters nods. "Good, good. Could you find a foxhole for Miss Y/L/N, please? She's going to be staying with us for a while." Joe nods and you stand up.

When you have moved a little way from Winters, Joe stops, turns to you and takes you in his arms. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he then asks, holding you by the shoulders. "I was making medical deliveries when we got boxed in. I can't leave here." "But why the fuck are you here? Are they still in their right mind? Do you know how dangerous it is here?" "I don't know Joe. They said it was better than there." He shakes his head in disbelief. "Fuck, this can't be happening."

He takes you by the hand and pulls you towards a foxhole. You climb in behind him. "I hope you're ready for hell, love."

Bois Jacques Woods, Bastogne, Belgium - December 31, 1944 A week later

Joe wasn't exaggerating when he called this place hell. You were bombed several times and suffered heavy casualties. Joe made sure you always stayed close to him and shared the foxhole with him. As a CP Runner, he is fortunately not currently on the front line, but still the shelling reaches all the way to the rear.

Winters has ordered you to move the company a bit, which is why you are currently on your way to the new location. Always on guard, you walk alongside Joe. You are looking for the appropriate place and re-burying when it happens.

A gunshot is heard and then a searing pain goes through your upper left body. "Sniper!" someone shouts, but you are already going down. "Y/N!" shouts Joe and he immediately kneels down beside you, "MEDIC!" Joe holds you and puts your head on his knees. "Hey! Hey, stay with me will you?" he says, and he sees the wound under your left shoulder. "Fuck!", Joe curses and looks at you. "Hey, it's going to be okay, you hear me? You're going to be okay. Just stay with me." You're getting tired and you notice your eyes falling shut. "Y/N! Damn, you need to stay awake. Doc! Where the fuck are you!" Joe strokes your cheek. "Y/N, can you hear me? Stay with me. I... I fucking love you!" You feel the commotion start around you, but then you lose consciousness.

San Francisco, USA - December 31, 1954

Joe comes home after an exhausting day. Today is New Year's Eve and many people don't work, but he only wants the best for his family, which is why he also works on this day. Many still want a new hairstyle for the festivities in the evening.

"Darling, I'm home," he calls as he closes the door behind him. Then he hears running little feet on the stairs. "Oh oh, incoming," he says to himself, although this expression used to have a completely different meaning for him. "Daddy!" exclaims Joan Liebgott, jumping into her father's arms. Behind her comes James Liebgott, called Jim, and greets his father in the same way. "Well, you two? Did you keep Mummy on her toes today?" he asks and the children tell him in detail what they have experienced today. "Where's Joey?", Joe then asks and Jim points up. "He's with Mummy."

Joe puts his daughter back on her feet before going upstairs. On the dresser in the corridor he finds a letter.

Invitation to Reunion - 101st Airborne Division - 2nd Battalion - Easy Company

Joseph D. Liebgott

He briefly skims the lines and automatically remembers back. Of all the people he met and the people they lost. And then he thinks of you. Of the first time he saw you in the bar in Aldbourne. A smile creeps onto his face.

"Baby?" he then hears his wife call after him. He puts the invitation down and goes into the bedroom. The sight he sees there makes him light up.

"What's wrong?" Joe looks up. "What do you mean?" "You've got your pensive look on." "Oh, I just saw the invitation and it brought back memories." "Oh baby, I'm sorry about that." "It's all right, dear. I couldn't help thinking about the first time I saw you," he then says, coming towards you. He takes you in his arms and kisses you. Then he strokes your big belly. "Well, how is our number four?" "Very well it seems," you laugh, "she or he is very active today."

Joe smiles and kisses your belly. As he rises again, you wince, rubbing the spot where you were wounded that time. "What's wrong?" "You know, it's been ten years now, but sometimes it still hurts," you explain, and Joe nods in agreement, automatically reaching for the scar on his neck. "Worst day of my life," he then breathes and puts his arms around you, "I really thought I'd lost you." You laugh. "Yeah, and now you're stuck with me." "Nothing better than that my love," Joe grins and pulls you closer to him.

"I love you Mrs Liebgott." "And I love you Mr Liebgott."

#Joe Liebgott x Reader #Band of Brothers #bob #joe liebgott #oneshot #bobedit #ross mccall #ww2 #Joseph Liebgott #hbowar #hbo war #We're all in this together

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