#but i can finally get the luci bedroom background
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I went through 40 DV and got the diavolo ur+ and some ssrs I didn't have but it was in the three single pulls I had left that I got lucifers ur+ and lucifers private life ssr. T~T I can go to onboarding at my new job stress free now because my spirits are very high.
#i only even did the last single pull on the 3% chance of getting the satan ssr but ill happily take the luci ssr ive been dying to get#i have so mant cards to unlock now#but i can finally get the luci bedroom background
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Things i think Lucifer would do while you're dating
♥︎fluffy fluff all over, sfw
✧ i don't think there's any warnings i should put here other than me projecting onto my favourite babygirl. and very soft Luci 🙏 (my personal religion)
☆ these are purely some scenarios i like to think about often in my lil fantasy world in my head, (and yes this is still and art account i don't write much<33)
• He keeps a list of things you like so he can get them for you. He's very observant, especially when it comes to his beloved, so if he sees something catch your eye while on an outing or you've liked/shared an item on your story/ saved something pretty to pinterest (which he follows but won't admit it. it's not like he really uses the app for anything other than gift ideas for you anyway) he will keep it in mind and write it down in his notes app when you're not looking/there.
• He brings you flowers every week. He learns flower language so he can give you the most meaningful bouquets he can. When they start wilting he immediately replaces them with fresh ones, but he doesn't throw the bouquets away, he proudly displays them in vases around his study.
• You mentioned your favorite snack/sweets (that you can't find in the devildom) once in a conversation with Asmo that he overheard and since then he periodically goes up to the human world to stock up on them so you can have a treat whenever you like :)
• He asks you to do his nails one time as an excuse to get away from paperwork for a little bit and spend some time with you, and you both started gossiping and just talking about RAD, his brothers, etc, and this has since become a routine between you two, one day a week either in his room or yours you get together to sit on the floor while you do his nails and gossip
• he has awful night terrors and has no idea how to cope with them, of course he can't go telling anyone about them that would be embarrassing but he also doesn't want to worry anybody. he's the big brother he's not supposed to show any weaknesses so that his brothers have someone to rely on (shhh I'm projecting) so he distracts himself with work and music, he's lost too much sleep over these kind of nights. One night after you two had been dating for a while though he woke up in a cold sweat and while his first instinct was to go to your room there was something stopping him. So he turned to distracting himself again this time by putting on your favourite show/movie. And he continues doing this every time he has a nightmare until he feels comfortable sharing such vulnerability with you. He finds it oddly comforting even if it's a genre he wouldn't typically enjoy, remembering you talking so fondly about it gives it a different kind of vibe, sometimes depending on how exhausted he is or how bad the night terror was he'll fall asleep with it in the background.
• Takes interest in your hobbies and makes sure you never run out of supplies and new things to try out. And if he sees you eyeing anything relating to your craft or a game or ANYTHING REALLY you'll have it the next day
• Will ask you to come do your work/chill in his study while he's working as a way to spend time together, in the beginning he says it's bc you'll be able to focus better since no one will disturb you there and there's less noise but later he realises that your presence helps him be more productive so when he feels his motivation and focus slip he'll come into your room to do the rest of his paperwork next to you or if you're sleeping in his bedroom that night he'll come work at his desk there, as long as he can be near you he has a reason to finish his work faster.
• Lucifer being an exhausted older sister™️, never really gets to let his guard down so when he trusts you enough he'll finally let his mask slip and give up control for a moment (something all of us wish we could do tbh). someone go bigspoon this man he needs it.
• ^ so he likes to walk up to your/his bed after a long day and just plop on top of you in his pjs and demon form, he knows he's heavy, he knows you were reading but tbh he doesn't care he needs to be held right this instant. bonus points for you if play with his wings, scratch his head esp near the horns or rub his back. you're never getting rid of him now.
• he's so interested by everything you tell him, you wanna explain the plot of a new book in excruciating detail? tell him all the hot gossip you've been hearing from your friends at RAD/Asmo? Make him watch a 10 season long show while explaining every minor thing? go ahead, he will literally give you his full attention if he's not swarmed with paperwork. he'll remember 99.9% of what you tell him too.
#hes my baby i love him#obey me#obey me swd#obey me lucifer#lucifer obey me#lucifer x reader#lucifer x gender neutral reader#omswd#obey me lucifer fluff#soft luci#obey me shall we date#obey me hcs#obey me headcanons#obey me fluff#⭐.omswd#🖍️.crowwrites
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Early days of chenford dating and Lucy realizing that Tim’s is incredible romantic
I hope this is what you wanted anon!
Early days of chenford dating and Lucy realizing that Tim’s is incredible romantic
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4 times Lucy realizes Tim is romantic + 1 time she’s romantic herself.
Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow
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The first time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is a few days after their date at the Streets of Vietnam, he picks her up at her building and she slides into his truck and gives him a curious look.
“Where are we going tonight?” She asks but he doesn’t answer her instead he takes her hand and loops his through hers and then rests it on the console. She smiles softly and loves that she can do this with Tim now.
They drive in silence for a little bit, the radio playing softly in the background. They finally come to a stop in a parking lot, and Lucy looks over at him curiously.
“Where are we?” She asks. He just brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses it gently. “Come on.” He says releasing her hand and opening the door. She does the same and rounds the corner to meet Tim. She looks around to see if she can see where they are. But all she can see is a dark parking lot with the street lights flickering above them. Tim grabs something from the back of his truck and grabs her hand again leading her away from the truck.
“Tim!” She says impatiently. “Where are we— oh.” She stops suddenly when she sees where Tim is leading them. It’s a small beach and the ocean is in the background the waves crashing against the shore.
“Wait.” She tugs his hand to stop him from going any farther. “You hate the beach.” He smiles down at her, and tucks a piece of hair behinds her ear.
“But you don’t.” He says gently. “And it’s not about the beach for me. It’s about spending time with you.”
Lucy heart melts a little at his words as they go down to the beach. They are on the only ones on it and to Lucy it’s perfect.
Tim brings out all the food he packed and lays out the blanket. They both sit down and Lucy curls into his side as they watch the waves crash on the shore.
2.
The second time she realizes Tim is romantic is the morning after they first sleep together. She wakes up with his arms around her bare waist and his chin on her shoulder. She knows he’s awake because he presses a soft kiss to her shoulder and then she feels him move away from her. It takes everything in her to stop from reaching out for him. She hears him leave the room and she lays there for a few seconds and decides to get out of bed too because she wants to feel his warmth again. And it’s only been one night but Lucy always wants to wake up next to him. She grabs his shirt from the floor where he had thrown it after he came out to get it from the living room and tiptoes out to the kitchen. Tim is in the kitchen with just his jeans on, and his back turned to her.
She leans against the doorway for a moment before making her way into the kitchen. She wraps herself around him and he turns to face her a soft smile on his face.
“Hi.” She mutters and he continues to smile down at her. He kisses her gently on the forehead and then reaches around to grab a cup of coffee and then presses it into her hands.
“I was going to bring it to you in bed.” He says quietly and she looks up at him before she takes a sip of her coffee, moaning in pleasure as the hot liquid goes down her throat.
“I missed you.” She says. He stares down at her a fond expression on his face.
“I wasn’t even gone ten minutes.” He says. “And I was coming right back.” Lucy takes another sip of her coffee.
“I didn’t know that.” She says. “Now can we go back to bed?” Tim hums in agreement and then picks up his own mug before leading her back to her bedroom. She follows after him as if on autopilot and wonders how much better this could possibly get.
3.
The next time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is their Valentine’s Day dinner. She personally wanted to skip dinner and drag him into her bedroom but Tim refuses to give in. She sighs as she gets in his truck.
“Okay you don’t want to skip dinner.” She says wiggling in her seat at which Tim shoots her a look. “But can you at least tell me where we are going?” Tim looks over at her and there is a smug look on his face.
“Well I could tell you but what fun would that be?” He asks her. She sighs again and leans her head against the headrest knowing she wouldn’t get anything else out of him.
He reaches across the console and grabs her hand off her lap and loops it with his.
“I’m glad we are doing this.” He says softly. She plays with his fingers a little bit and then her other hand goes to the necklace he bought her. She turns back to him and he is looking at the road again a soft smile on his face.
They get to a parking lot and Tim pulls up to a parking space pretty far back from the restaurant. He puts his truck in park and then turns to face her.
“I’m sorry for being all—” He begins but Lucy reaches out to touch his arm.
“I don’t blame you for being mad Tim.” She starts. “I understand why but I’m glad it all worked out.”
Tim nods. “I know. Me too.” He says. He smiles and reaches over to kiss. “Are you ready?”
She nods and opens the door and slides out. Tim meets her on the other side and grabs her hand leading her to the restaurant.
Lucy knows it’s fancy if judging by the tables and she turns to Tim but he’s just grinning at her a hand on her back.
“This is fancy.” She whispers to him. He chuckles quietly and then leans in his lips ghosting her ear. “You are quite a romantic.”
“Only the best for you baby.” He whispers his voice low and sexy. “You need all the fuel you can get.”
She shivers at his words as they are lead to sit down. There are candles on the table and the restaurant is a little darker.
Lucy sits down and Tim sits across from and this is a perfect first Valentine’s Day together.
4.
The third time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is when he helps her study for the detective’s exam. He comes into the kitchen one evening and she is at the kitchen counter flipping through the notecards she had carefully made up. She doesn’t hear him at first until he is lightly tapping on her shoulder and she is spinning around.
“Studying again?” He asks her softly. She nods and then pulls him closer to her.
“I know I know this stuff but it’s like every time I look at a card I have no idea what it is saying.” She says and Tim hums sympathetically. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head and then lowers himself on the stool so he’s eye level with her.
“Do you need help studying?” He asks her his eyes searching her face. Lucy licks her lips before grinning at him.
“Yes. You do owe me after all.” She says teasingly. He rolls his eyes at her but reaches over to grab some notecards off the counter. He starts quizzing her and she gets most of the answers right. The ones she doesn’t he puts in a separate pile.
“How do you know I will make top 12?” She asks him suddenly. He looks up from the card he’s about to read and reaches over to grab her hand.
“Because I know you and I know you will do your best. And I believe in you. I did train you after all.” He says sincerely and Lucy believes him.
“I did have a great teacher even if he was a bit of a hard ass.” She says standing up and standing in between his legs. He merely just grins at her as she leans down to kiss him. He stands to his full height and brings her in. She drops the notecards on the counter behind him.
“I think.” He says quietly. “That’s enough studying for right now. Don’t you think?” She nods her head as he slowly backs her to her bedroom and he kicks the door shut.
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Lucy realized early on in their relationship that Tim was very much a romantic and he was always doing things for her. And it was the little things too, so when he came home not feeling well she immediately jumps into action to take care of him. She needs him to the sofa and rolls her eyes at his grumbling.
“I’m fine.” He says as she forces him to lay down on the sofa. She tucks a blanket into his side and then lays a soft kiss to his forehead.
“You may say you are fine but you are not.” She says gently. She moves away from before he can say anything more. She gets him some Advil and water, and then makes him her favorite tea she likes to drink when she’s sick. She knows tea isn’t his favorite but she also knows it will help him.
“We were suppose to go out tonight.” He says mournfully and Lucy turns to look at him. And then makes her way back to his side and presses the cup of tea in his hands.
“We can do that another night baby. I’m more concerned about you getting better.” She says softly running her fingers through his hair.
He hums softly and then sits up so he can take a sip of the tea, he makes a face but smiles gratefully at her.
“Thank you.” He mumbles as he lays back down. She takes the tea from him and places it on the coffee table. “You are a good nurse.” His eyes are half closed as he says that and Lucy snorts as she lays another kiss on his forehead.
“Get some rest Tim.” She says quietly. He closes his eyes fully and then he’s breathing softly. She smiles as she gets up quietly to clean up the kitchen. She wakes him up a few hours later and leads him to her bed. He lays down and he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow. She smiles and kisses him softly.
A few nights later, Lucy is dragging Tim to a restaurant to make up for the other night. She picks it out and it’s a place she knows he will love. They talk and laugh and he reaches under the table to grab his hands.
“You aren’t the only one who can be romantic.” She tells him teasingly. He furrows his brows at her but then smiles when he says her face.
“I guess you can be romantic too.” He says and she smiles back at him and leans across the table to kiss him. And in this moment everything is perfect.
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you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter three
✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen
✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lucy spends her first week of maternity leave ignoring everyone but Jackson and Nolan. Tim comes back to work and questions where his rookie is, but no one will tell him anything, even Lucy. Lucy finds out some news about Tamara, and has to make a decision.
✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, autistic!Tamara, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, Lucy is a hardcore swiftie, adoption, finally Tim makes an appearance, low-key basing Tamara off of my one month old bc im obsessed w everything she does as I didn’t get this experience w my first,
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Lucy laid Tamara down in her bassinet, one hand on her back, and one hand on her belly. She removes her hand from underneath her, and rubs her belly, watching as the 2 week old infant stretches, yawns, and closes her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Lucy sighs, rubbing her hand across Tamara’s forehead, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her nose. The past two weeks had been a lot, but Lucy wouldn’t trade it for anything. She was loving being Tamara’s guardian.
Was she exhausted? Yes. Had she not had a shower in over a week? Also yes. But it didn’t matter. Knowing Tamara is taken care of, safe, and loved is more valuable to Lucy than all the good night sleeps and hot showers she’d ever taken are.
Lucy turned on the sound machine and the baby monitor, taking the portable portion with her. She slowly shut the door, and then turned to look at the state of her apartment.
It was a disaster. There were empty bottles, take out containers, coffee cups, and laundry everywhere. The dishes were piling up, and the garbage needed to be taken out. She sighed one more time, clipping the baby monitor to the pocket of her sweat pants, before she started picking up things, wanting to get the apartment in order for when Jackson and John came over after shift.
Jackson had been her number one supporter the last two weeks. He came over on his lunch break and helped her bathe Tamara for the first time on her own, and had ran out to the store for formula and diapers and wipes more times than Lucy could count. John, on the other hand, had yet to meet Tamara. He knew of Tamara, and that Lucy took her in, but he had been so busy with adjusting to his busy schedule and maintaining his contact with his son that time for him to come over and cuddle a baby while Lucy ate something was limited.
Tonight, however, was a free night, and Lucy could tell John was excited. He had texted her in the morning, asking if they were still on for tonight and if she needed him to bring anything, followed up by a text gushing about how he couldn’t wait to meet her. It made Lucy happy, knowing that she had such a great support system already, even though it was small. She had yet to tell her parents, as she knew that they would call her irresponsible and foolish for doing this, but then again, what did they know about raising children properly? All they did when she showed any sort of emotion was stick her in a therapy session.
So while her support system was small, it was strong, and was filled with people who would support her how she needed, not how they thought she needed it.
She had just dragged Tamara’s baby bouncer that Jackson had brought her a few days ago into the bathroom when she heard Tamara start crying in her bedroom. Lucy smiled to herself, and made her way into the bedroom. She turned off the baby monitor and the sound machine before approaching the bassinet, where Tamara was moving her limbs around in her sleep sack, eyes searching the room for Lucy.
“Hi baby girl.” Lucy said gently, not wanting to startle Tamara. She unzipped the sleep sack and cooed when she saw Tamara’s limbs scrunch up in a stretch. “Did you have a good sleep?” She asked as she lifted her up, making sure to support her head.
Tamara instantly settled down when Lucy held her against her chest, and carried her over to the change table. She laid her down and unzipped her onesie, her heart hurting when Tamara let out a cry at the air of the room hitting her bare skin.
“I know,” Lucy said gently, trying to be quick about the diaper change. “I know, Mama Lucy is trying to be quick.”
Once she was changed and her onesie was done back up, Lucy cradled her against her chest once again, and carried her into the bathroom, strapping her into the baby bouncer. Tamara cried again briefly, but quickly settled when Lucy hit the on button and it slowly began rocking her back and forth.
Lucy sighed, and stripped quickly, turning the shower on and hopped in. She kept the shower door open slightly, just so that she could peek out at Tamara every so often. She knew Tamara would be fine for a few minutes, but it made the anxiety in Lucy’s chest settle if she could just peek at her every once in a while.
Lucy finished her quick shower, and dried off, dressing in record time. She had just pulled on her leggings and sweater when Tamara started crying again. Lucy checked her phone and deduced that she was most likely hungry, as it had been almost 3 hours since her last bottle.
She scooped Tamara up, and carried her into the kitchen, where she grabbed the bottle with 3 ounces of formula, and warmed it up before carrying it over to the couch. She was about to sit down and feed her when the doorbell rang.
“It’s open!” She called to Jackson and John. Jackson opened the door and walked in, followed by John.
“Hey,” She said, smiling at her friends. “How was work today?”
John nodded with a smile, his eyes fixed on Tamara.
“Do you want to feed her?” She asked, and John nodded.
“If you don’t mind,” He said, looking at her for permission.
“Be my guest,” she said, holding out the bottle in one hand, and Tamara with her other arm. John scooped both baby and bottle from Lucy and sat down on the couch. Lucy sat down next to them, with Jackson sitting across from the two of them, on the chair that he had claimed over a year ago.
“How was work?” Lucy repeated, wanting to know what was going on while she is gone.
“Oh you know,” Jackson said with a smile. “Its work.”
“Yup,” John agreed. “Absolutely insane.”
“Glad to hear nothings changed,” Lucy said with a smile.
“Well, one thing has changed,” John said. “Tim came back to work finally.”
Lucy nodded. “I figured. He’s not mad that I’m off, is he?”
Jackson shook his head. “No, not mad. He’s definitely confused, but don’t worry, we haven’t told anyone the real reason you’re off.”
“Thank you,” Lucy said sincerely. “I really do appreciate that. It’s not that I’m ashamed of her or anything, but I don’t know how long she’ll be with me, so I don’t want everyone to get attached and then have to say goodbye.” She explained.
Both boys nodded, and John went to open his mouth to answer, when Lucy’s phone went off. She looked down, and saw the name ‘Stacie - DCFS’ flash across her screen.
“Hold on,” she said to the boys, grabbing her phone and walking into her bedroom.
“Hello?” She said, answering the phone.
“Hi Lucy, its Stacie.” Stacie said in her cheery voice.
“Hi Stacie, how can I help you?” Lucy responded, trying to control her breathing. She knew that this call would come sooner or later, and no matter how much she told herself that she had to do what was best for Tamara, she still dreaded hearing that they found her family.
“Well, I’m just calling to inform you that the search for Tamara’s family has been unsuccessful. We were unable to locate any relatives who are able to take her in.”
A smile spread on Lucy’s face, which then caused a pang of guilt inside her. She shouldn’t be rejoicing over this. Them being unsuccessful means that she does have family out there, but they aren’t able to take her in, meaning she once again, in her short 2 weeks of life, has no one.
“Oh, okay.” She answered. “So what happens next?” She asked.
“Well,” Stacie said, a smile evident on her face. “You have a choice to make. We can either search for a permanent placement for Tamara with another family, or you can start the process to adopt her.”
Tears filled Lucy’s eyes. There was no question in her mind about what she was going to pick.
“You can take a few days to think-“ Stacie began, but Lucy cut her off.
“I want to adopt her.” She said.
“I had a feeling you’d choose that option,” Stacie said warmly. Lucy could hear keys clicking in the background. “So, I will contact a family lawyer for you, and get the process expedited. If all goes well, which I know for a fact it will, she should officially be yours - at the very latest - by the end of next month.”
“T-thank you,” Lucy said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re so welcome, Lucy.” Stacie said. “Because of you, that baby is going to be raised in a wonderful environment, by the most wonderful mom. I’m so glad that you are the one who found her.”
Lucy and Stacie traded thank you’s once more, before saying goodbye and hanging up. Lucy sat down on the bed, and sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. She took a deep breath, before the door opened.
“Everything okay, Lucy?” John asked, carrying Tamara.
“Y-yeah, great actually.” She said, looking up at her baby girl in the arms of her friend. “That was her social worker.”
Jackson walked in to the room, and took a seat next to her. “And?” He asked.
“They couldn’t find any family when are able to take her in, so we have started the process for me to adopt her.” She said with a smile, and laughed when both Jackson and John exclaimed in happiness, Jackson wrapping her in a hug.
“That’s amazing!” John said, sitting down next to her. “You’re officially a mom.” He said, handing Tamara over to her.
“Yeah, I am.” She whispered, looking down at the sleeping infant. She then wrinkled her nose, after getting a whiff of poop.
“Oh yeah,” John said. “Yeah she definitely pooped, so she’s all yours, Mama.”
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Later that night, after Jackson and John had left, and Tamara had been laid down for the night, Lucy was laying in bed, facing Tamara. She was going to be hers, officially, and she couldn’t be happier. She had always wanted to be a mom, and now she was one, to a little girl who deserved a mother the most.
Just as Lucy went to close her eyes, there was a knock at her door. Lucy sighed, and climbed out of bed, trudging to the door. She peeked through the peep hole, and her heart dropped seeing Tim. She gulped, and opened the door.
“H-hi,” She said apprehensively.
“Hey.” He said, looking concerned. “Why aren’t you at work? Grey said you’re on leave for a few months, and no one seems to know anything.”
“What, are you worried?” She said jokingly, hoping that Tamara would stay asleep.
Tim rolled his eyes. “No, Boot, I just wanted to know if you were dropping out of the program or not so I don’t waste my time waiting around.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “No, sir. I am not dropping out.”
“Then why are you on leave?” He demanded.
“Look, Tim, theres been few…” Lucy began, unsure how to word her explanation without giving anything away. “Changes in my life recently. Changes that I don’t feel at liberty to share with people, especially not my training officer. Not at the moment at least.” She explained.
“I just need a few months to adjust and find my footing, and then I’ll be back.” She said, and Tim nodded in agreement.
“Good.” He said simply. “I’m going to hold you to that, Chen.”
Lucy smiled warmly. “I know, sir.”
#natashasera#chenford#chenford fanfic#lucy chen#lucy chen fanfiction#tim bradford#tim bradford fanfiction#tim bradford x lucy chen#tamara colins#the rookie fanfiction#you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now)#melissa oneil#eric winter#dylan conrique
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talk shop tuesday — share your favorite part of any wip you have for chenford and why it's your favorite ♡
Answering this because I can do so without seeing any posts on my following page😅
You and I actually talked a little about this last night. But my next WIP is a companion one shot to two of my stories, How You Finish and Something New.
In How You Finish, set a few years in the future, Tim and Lucy are expecting their first child. Angela is driving Lucy to her OB appointment since Tim has a meeting he can't get out of, and they end up getting into a car accident. Lucy ends up giving birth in a wrecked car on the side of the road.
Something New is the companion story, where Tim and Lucy are navigating parenting their 3 children, Alex, Quinn, and Zara.
Someone asked that I write a stand alone fic in which Lucy is giving birth to Quinn, because it's revealed in Something New that Lucy's labor with their son is the only one that really takes a while. In fact, it's roughly 14 hours😂 where as the girls' deliveries are incredibly quick.
I don't have anything written for it just yet, but below the cut, I'll post a snippet from Something New that kind of gives a bit of background development.
Thanks Ivy!! 🫶🏼
For as much as Tim worried about becoming his father, he had turned out to be nothing like him. In 15 years of raising his children, he could tell you the dates of all of his kids’ birthdays, the names of their teachers, the names of their friends. He knew that Zara’s favorite color was purple, and that Quinn was allergic to eggs. He knew that Alex, at 15 years old still slept with her baby blanket, a secret he swore to take to the grave.
He had been there for all of their births.
Alex came into the world forcefully in a wrecked car on the side of the road. Quinn was born in their bedroom as Lucy labored in the birthing tub. And with Zara, things went from zero to sixty so quickly, Lucy ended up giving birth to her in their bed. Ironically, it had been Quinn’s birth that was the hardest for him. With Alex and Zara, the girls came into the world so quickly, there wasn’t much time for panic or really any kind of feelings. Within minutes of Lucy feeling an urge to push, they were holding a baby in their hands.
With Quinn, Lucy’s labor lasted 14 hours. Tim watched everything unfold from start to finish for the first time ever. Watched her body work through every contraction, listened to her scream bloody murder at 8 centimeters for someone to knock her out. He had held her body against his and coached her on as she insisted she couldn’t do this with each push. He remembered how she collapsed against his chest when everything was finally over and how she insisted he was their last baby.
He smiled now as he knew that of course was not the case and was grateful her true last birth had been a breeze in comparison. With the birth of their third child, they both agreed that their family felt complete.
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Yandere Reader x Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum Part 2/5
Crooked Poisoned Pastel Cake
-crying, sweating, bleeding, drolling, moaning, bf hes even here, i love you bye
Your breath hitches as your hands grip the cold steel, your gaze straining as you find it harder to breathe, your forehead sweats as your heart races, your legs shake, your head is spinning, your body is weak, but... it feels... amazing...
"Hey! Excuse me! When do you think you'll be done with that machine?"
Your head jerks back at the interruption.
The man stares at you in silence for a moment as your hair sticks to your face, you glare at him as the phonk blasts in your headphones, you slowly pull off an earbud as you stand straight on the Stairmaster.
"Sorry pal what was that?" You say trying to sound friendly as the muscular brunette stares at you.
"Sorry...I was just- nevermind.. Have a good workout!"
And with that, he waves and walks off, you sigh putting the earbud back in, gripping the cold metal leaning forward, your eyes locking into the mirror before you, the sounds of the Gym fade in the background as you close your eyes, controlling your breathing as you feel your legs begin to tremble.
..............
You collapse onto your bed as you grip at the sheets, your wet hair smelling of eucalyptus, supposedly a sleeping aid, and you needed all the aid you could get. You slowly push off the bed making your way to your nightstand, you open the humidifier as you drip some sandalwood oil into the bubbling water, you close it as you lean forward to catch a whiff of the citrusy oak smell. Supposedly it was good for fighting acne, you lean against your bed for a moment as you gaze around your bedroom, garbage, empty soda cans, dirty laundry, wet socks, tissues, dirty dishes- you had everything...that you could find in a fucking landfill.
You groan. "I'll clean you tomorrow." You tell your room as you plunge into your bed, your freshly washed sheets and pillowcases smelling like soap, dirty pillows were one of the number one causes of acne. Supposedly... you sigh as you stare up at your ceiling, the sunlight shining through the heavy blinds, it was 11pm, what a productive fucking morning damn. Breakfast, gym shower, and skincare? Damn, talk about fuck-a-boy motivation.
"I feel so fucking pathetic" you spit.
Your eyes widen for a moment as you take yourself off guard, "Yo shut the fuck up-" you bite back, "he's cute as fuck." You smirk as you sit upright in your bed as a stark thought hits you- "I'm wasting time."
You throw yourself out of bed, hurling away the idea of an after-gym nap as you race down the hall to your office, you throw the door open jumping into your desk chair as you swivel around for a moment. Your hands grip the desk to a halt as you begin to pound away at your newly cleaned keyboard.
You pound away for a few moments clicking and typing, clicking and typing, your eyes darting from one tab to another, one link to another. You yank open the top drawer of the desk gripping your wallet as you whip out your debit card, you pound the digits into the meager laptop as your eyes focus back from the card to the screen, back to the screen to the card. You smile as you finally click 'accept'.
You lean back in your chair for a moment crossing your arms as if to comfort yourself in the moment. The sunlight in your room causes a warm glow against the dull neutral furniture and theme of the dingy office. You sit silently your eyes watching the loading symbol spin and spin on the screen before you.
"Goldin Gentlemen's Club, Pickup time 1:15am" you read aloud.
Your lips curl into a smile, you felt like a fucking supervillain, almost made you feel like pulling up one of the youtube playlists with those fire-ass names like "pov youre the anime villain and just won" but you falter, you couldn't get distracted, you had shit to get done. The day has hardly started, usually, you were still asleep by this time, your ass wouldn't wake up until 1pm, you stand upright pushing your chair back as your hands reach for the hand sanitizer, sanitizing your hands as you strut down the hallway back to your bedroom.
Your eyes travel across the room, grabbing an old shopping bag.
"Time to clean this bitch up." You smirk.
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"Well hello there..."
"Hi. Give it to me."
"Straight to the point- I like it, here you are Miss."
"Thank you."
"Take care."
"I will." You pause, you really shouldn't be such a bitch to the man who sells fake college degrees, illegal and shady as shit.
"You too man."
He smiles. "Thanks."
You watch as the small geeky man shuffles away with 2 absolute units as bodyguards, you stand still your fingers grazing the edge of the shiny table as you remember where the fuck you are. Your eyes dart around at the sensory overload as fake tanned bimbos dry hump greasy businessmen, you roll your eyes setting down your soda as you clutch the crisp black envelope against your hip, sauntering your way past the sweaty hoes and manwhores- sorry- "gentlemen" of the nightclub, the bright lights...stolen, the hot air...horny, the shiny jewels...fake, the dazzling smiles...whitening strips..., the glamorous dresses...thrifted, the voluminous hair... wigs.
"I sound like Holden fucking Caulfield" you mutter under your breath as you shove past the large desperate crowd of the nightclub, bidding goodnight to the bouncer as you make your way out into the dark night, your hand grips at your hip as suddenly you realize.
the envelope.
the envelope holding the fake psychology university degree.
the one you bought illegally,
the one that you bought for 10 thousand fucking gil. It wasn't in your hands.
You dart back into the nightclub as your head spins, your heart races, laughter, and moans fill your ears as you press past whore after whore, your eyes darting from person to person, glitter on the ground, hair and lashes, necklaces and earrings, condoms and bras, you breathe hard groping in the darkness as the lights flash. Blue- Pink-Purple-Red-Yellow-Blue-Blue
"Hey!"
You hear a voice call out to you in the chaos, you're on your knees you're hands filled with useless filth, but not your envelope.
"Hey!! Miss?" The voice shouts.
You feel your eyes watering your face heating up, where the fuck is it where is it??
Suddenly a hand grips at your bicep, you don't have a second to react as suddenly you are yanked up off the ground, you stumble forward as your eyes land on the perp. A young blonde man with freckles stares at you in worry as your breath stops.
"Hey miss! Hehee.. is this yours?" You stare at his soft blue eyes as he holds up a black envelope, your eyes blur to the envelope in silence as he smiles nervously at you.
"Yes." You breathe as your hand shakingly reaches for the envelope. "It is..."
"Yay... I found it hahaa..." His chuckle is nervous and forced for pleasantries as you hold the envelope to your chest breathing in relief, he's still holding your arm as he leans forward to your face.
"Are you alright miss?- Oh! By the way 'name's Prompto!"
You already knew his name, you already know everything about this man. He's the Prince's best friend, someone you need to make allies with.
You quickly straighten yourself up composing yourself as you quickly conjure up a story.
"Yes... I'm alright, thank you so much Prompto. I'm (y/n) it's a pleasure truly.." You add a smile as your hand reaches to graze his hand on your arm. No harm in a little flirting.
He flinches as he hides his face, he's blushing already? Damn. I'm good.
"W-what a pretty name!" He stammers, "H-hey it's kind of hard to hear you why dont-" he leans forward winking, "you and I g-get out of here?" Ugh. he gives me the ick, he couldn't get some anyway, saving this ass for your best friend thank you very much.
"That sounds like a fine idea!" You chirp. Ugh. So PhOny, Holden Caulfield who? Fuck it we ball, preppy ass therapist here-
Oh yeah, that's the plan, the illegal Pyshcolgoy Degree from Insomnia Hyerglad University you just bought for 10k gil? Yeah, that shits going on your motherfucking resume straight to the Lucis Royalty Office of Health, you'll just bribe a soy boy and get that shit straight to the top, without even giving top, this resume is going straight to Ignis. Then boom pre-psychological evaluation by yours truly. But...Prompto could be a shortcut to that uptight nerd.
"Lead the way!" You giggle as Prompto smiles giddily, he holds your hand as he pulls you away from the boisterous crowd of Bratz dolls and termites.
.
The two of you gasp for air laughing as you hold each other's hands, the cold air of the parking lot slams you like a fucking truck, hopefully as hard as Noctis can hit it-Shit. Gotta stay focused.
"Hey Prompto right?" You let go of his hand gently standing upright, the black tight dress making you look a little too fine.
"Thats right! And it was (y/n) right? Sorry! Kinda loud in there you know?" He's using disclaimers and qualifiers in his speech, great he's a sub. Whatever! Ugh fuck! Hope Nocts a dom...Fuck!
"Haha! No worries sweetie!" Ugh. that was cringy, suck it up buttercup, "Yeah.. it is quite loud in there." Better. don't sound like a stripper. "If I may.. how did you find my envelope in such chaos? You must have amazing eyesight!" Nailed it.
Hes giggling, hes blushing, hes totally into you. "Awee shucks! Well...I am kinda into photography. its not a big deal or anything just super fun! A hobby of mine, so I guess that's why? Other than that I do need reading glasses so my eyesight must be getting better..."
You giggle hiding your face eleganty as you tuck a strand behind your ear. "That must be why! Well I must say-"
"Y-you know I think you'd make a beautiful portrait!"
You freeze, you look up at you as you smile averting your eyes, "You... you really think so?"
"I do.." His confidence is admirable, he's moving fast though. Damn.
"Thats very sweet of you... Truly, I don't think I've ever received such a compliment of that degree!"
"Really? Looks like you gotta get out more.."
"I suppose i do.. Haha!" GOOD GOOD RIDE THIS WAVE LIKE YOU'RE GONNA RIDE NOCTIS- FUCK. STAY FOCUSED. "I don't really get out much..." you say shyly.
"Woah! Seriously? I mean..I guess you seem sort of shy, introverted for sure, n-not that that's a bad thing!" Someone has got to teach this kid rizz.
"Haha.. yeah I suppose so. You seem rather extroverted! Would you call yourself that?"
"I think I would like to call myself Prompto!"
You slap a hand over your mouth as you lean forward stifling a laugh! The two of you laugh in the dark parking lot as your echos bounce off the thick concrete walls. You wipe away a tear as you recompose yourself.
"Ohh.. do you do comedy atop photography?" You say with an airy laugh.
"Nope! But the boys say I should!" HOLE IN ONE.
"Oh the boys? Hahhaa!... are you apart of a band as well? Such a jack of all trades!"
"Hahah! You could kindaaa say that, work in progress that is! The four Regals! Or OOO the Chocobros! Currently a wip right now!'
You simmer down your laughter as you tilt your head cutely at him, "I'd love to hear you sing sometime then...!"
The blonde's eyes widen as he blushes madly, he frantically straightens his white collar as he averts his gaze a nervous smile tugging.
"Hehee-well we don't sing... but I don't think the gang would mind for you!" Bag fucking got.
"Really..? Oh! You think so?? I would adore that!"
"For sure!! We could get a whole get-up for you! Mics, karaoke, snacks, drinks the whole shodigity shabangabang -a- rama! Glady, Iggy, Noct-!!" Your heart stops, your hands shake, your face blushes, your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile, your eyes blurring the blonde into oblivion as your voice whispers into the night.
"- - t h e y' d l o v e y a..!! O h- - b u t n o a l c o h o l c a u s e i c a n t d r i n k-"
"Sounds like a plan..."
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Film Project - Pitches and General Updates
Last week was everyone’s favourite time of year (not pancake day) but in fact Pitch Day! I felt weirdly chill leading up to the pitch, maybe because I had so much confidence in my group to deliver (and they did). Katie, Lucy and I put together the pitch deck and Lucy created the lovely PowerPoint which we used as a background to our pitch. I also threw together a mood film to try and set the tone a bit. Each group member wrote a little bio about themselves along with their unique creative approach to the film. It was incredibly reassuring to read that somehow all my rambling had succeeded and that everyone actually understood what film I was trying to make.
Speaking of rambling, I feel the pitch itself went quite well. As the day progressed my nerves (and my cough-now-turned-chest-infection) began to get the better of me. I think I did lose my train of thought whilst presenting, which is something that could have been solved with more rehearsing on my part. Despite this I was pleased with the feedback and felt I answered questions with some confidence. An overall success!
In other news…
LOCATION
We have a location! We have three locations!
Cab Vol
Outside ATIK
My Flat (Bedroom/Bathroom)
COMPOSER
We have a composer! I worked with Arina previously on The Last Landscape in second year and I think she is extremely talented. I feel we are able to communicate our ideas really well when discussing what kind of soundtrack we are looking to create, and I am so excited to work with her on this!
CAST
We have confirmed cast for our main character Marie – Millie Walker. I have worked with Millie since early high school and I am thrilled to get a chance to direct her again in something we both feel passionate about.
Our casting call for the roles of Adinah and Jess were successful and gave us a lot of options of some really talented folk – so to narrow it down I wrote a short monologue for each character so that the actors can give a more specific performance.
Final News: The script is finished! (I think?!)
Also…
I am doing the sound recording and design for James’ film Bone Marrow which I am hyped for. Sound is my other passion and I am so happy to be working with James on such a great project!
(I am also doing catering for Ben’s film Longboard Nights but not sure I can get graded on this…???)
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Couches in 9-1-1 Season 6a
This is just for fun and means absolutely nothing. There were a couple of things that made me go 🤔 however
Episode 1
- Lucy is on a sofa with her broken foot (probably nothing right? It's before the couch convos and it makes sense to have her on a couch for this video call to show her resting. Don't panic if you're worried about BuckLucy being a thing I guess?)
- This is shortly followed by Chris mentioning Buck's lack of couch (he's right, it is weird, and Buck's 'solution' is a stopgap that's probably dragging out too long)
- Chim says he'll crash on the couch while Maddie and Jee Yun stay over (nothing to do with Buck's storyline, just a nice contrast)
- You can see Karen and Hen's sofa in the background of Hen and Athena's scene where they have a belated lunch date
- Chim and Maddie reconciling on the couch after not watching the romcom (Chim doesn't sleep on the couch that night!)
- I guess there's a sofa in the 911 call where Maddie calms down a little boy who thinks his brother ran away during hide and seek
-Also in Bobby's office when Hen confronts him about clipboard Buck
- "Is this 'cause I don't have a couch?" The 'at ease' convo between Bobby and Buck
- Buck moves his armchair to where his couch used to be and tries to be at ease
- You can't really see the sofa in Athena and Bobby's living room but Samuel crashes the car into the area with a sofa in the sunroom (hope that doesn't mean anything)
Episode 2
- There's an outdoor sofa-y thing in the tunnel of lust scene that definitely doesn't count
- Buck and Hen talk on the sofas in the firehouse loft. 'at ease' part 2 (I think Buck might have to figure some stuff out for himself and not try to get definite answers from his mentors)
- There's a Background Sofa in convo between Hen and Chim discussing finals
- Montage! Throwing popcorn on Hen as she's revising on the couch in the loft. Hen studying on the sofa at home. Hen standing in front of the sofas to revise.
- Hen sits in an armchair (not a sofa, she's all alone🙁) and Karen has her back to the sofa when Hen breaks down on her over failing
- Bobby helps Beatrice reach her letters from Samuel in a room with a sofa?
Not sofas so even more tenuous - Frankie is collecting chairs and Athena and Bobby sit on rocking chairs in the sunroom where the couch was smashed by the car
Episode 3
- Sofa in the living room at Athena's parents' home in flashbacks
...yeah, this wasn't the episode to look for couches 🙃
Episode 4
- Background sofa in the 'no secrets' loft scene but they are all sat at the table. Buck is alone at one end
- Outdoor loveseat in the bike chase
- Is Athena on a sofabed thing at her parents'?
- Eddie talking to his dad about intergenerational issues on his sofa (please take your shoes off!)
- Still no sofa in Buck's living room while talking to Connor about why they chose him as a potential sperm donor
- The girl and her mother sat on couch while daughter tells her mother a fairytale and acts it out before the abusive dad finds them
(Why did they make Noah a baddie, he was so sweet and learning the job so well!😬)
- Hen in another montage, this time with her living room sofa shown a lot as she does chores, followed by getting drunk with Buck and background couch
- There's a kid asleep on the sofa in the sorority house
- Chris playing video games on sofa in the middle of the night when he's grounded (rather than his bedroom where he's been shown to have a computer) and Eddie sitting on the coffee table to talk to him
- Buck tells Connor and Kameron that he'll be their donor with no sofa in the background again
Episode 5
- You can see Athena and Bobby's sofa when May comes to visit and meets Hoover which is unusual
- Background Couch at Hen's when Bobby hands over Hoover to the Wilsons
- Background Sofa when Chimney comes home to Magda the nanny blitzing the kitchen
- There are couches at the house where the robbers get caught?
- Buck still doesn't have a couch when we see him with the dog as he rushes down his stairs to quiet Hoover
- Athena's sofa can be seen through the window from the backyard group hang as they celebrate Hen's exam results
Episode 6
- Chimney is sat on his sofa when Hen calls to tell him off for the date ambush in the flashback (he gets up to get a drink so he's only there to show he's waiting for the call)
- Background Sofa when Deidre the social worker comes to give Hen plot relevent info (Karen is already planning for the changes that will come with Hen's studies and Hen hasn't realised how life will change until now)
- And again when Hen calls Karen and Denny picks up so she can hear the explosion at Karen's work
- Karen and Hen sat on banquette seating on a date, trading crazy ex stories and getting serious in another flashback
- Background Couch during the convo about Eva being pregnant and Hen adopting Denny, Karen walks over to stand by the sofa
- Blink and you'll miss it Chimney's sofa when he lies to Karen over the phone (she's sat on the airport bench chair things which isn't a sofa)
-Hen is not sat on the sofa when Karen goes to see her but a poem/poäng chair and Karen sits on the coffee table. You see a corner of their sofa in this scene though
- Background Couch when Hen comforts Denny about Karen and offers him hot chocolate
- Karen and Hen sit on the sofa and stare (with a little worry and awe) at baby Denny on the coffee table in the last flashback
- Karen is going to spend a lot of time on the sofa during her recovery and Denny joins her as Hen tells her that she wants to remain a paramedic
- Hen then comes to sit with them and they all hug! 😊
Episode 7
- Background Couch that Felisa wasn't sitting on while waiting for her cursed bracelet (you can see it as she unboxes. she was sat on an armchair before this and moves to the kitchen counter)
- Other, unnamed firefighters are using the sofa during the welcome back breakfast for Hen which is around the table
- More unnamed firefighters on the couches in the loft when Eddie is trying to call Felisa about her bracelet in the kitchen area
- Alexis is sat on the sofa in the video where Felisa promises her audience an unboxing of the bracelet
- Again with the anonymous firefighters on the sofas in the firehouse loft during the Athena reveal of the heist
Episode 8
- Still no couch at Uncle Buck's home when he babysits Jee-Yun
- You can see Bobby and Athena's sofa when Bobby is grilling outside
- Background Couches in the office in the horrible boss scene, though Tyler sits on an armchair in a flashback
- Eric the Incel is sitting on the sofa at Darius's friend's house eating chips and being passive aggressive
- Also in the scene where May comes to pick Darius up and nicks Eric's manifesto
- Eric and Darius look under the couch cushions for the notebook
Episode 9
- Big sofa in the living room behind the mom in the fireworks/severed hand call
- Karen and Hen sat on sofa for Denny's birthday present opening
- Firefam taking their chats to the roof, rather than the sofas in the loft, which were monopolised by anonymous firefighters last episode (although there's also unnamed firefighters on the roof in another circle)
- Background Couch when Athena talks to Bobby about Wendell's death and comforts him (again, unusual to see it in their living room scenes)
- Background Couch when Hen shows Denny a picture of Eva after he asks about his bio mother
- Hen is laying on a sofa when they have the conference call, you can see Chimney's couch behind him and Eddie is sat on the floor next to his playing video games. Split screen as Buck tells them his sperm took shows couches for the other 3 but none for Buck (this feels deliberate)
- Hen and Karen are sat on sofa as Denny stands and apologises for asking about his bio mother then they all hug on couch
- I think I only saw the sofa in the murder house when Maddie and Chimney visit in daylight (next to the Christmas tree. Is that the Xmas episode? No skin off my nose, I just know a lot of people like Xmas episodes)
- Eddie falls asleep (snoring) on his couch while playing video games (this is the last sofa of 6a)
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You're a Cute One Miss Grinch {Y. Belova}
Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader
Warnings: a few curse words
Word Count: 1,236
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A/n: Alright y’all this is my 11 and final day of 12 days of fluffmas! I had a ton of fun with this and thank you guys for hanging around and read. Also, a huge thank you to my girlfriend for doing this with me! Make sure you head over to check out @too-gay-for-marvel for her final two fics tomorrow!
Let me know your thoughts, feelings, or just come into my inbox for a chat!
Happy Holidays Y’all
~Lucy
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The second Yelena opened the door to her backyard to let Fanny out, she could hear it. The loud, insistent sound of Christmas music, it had first started early december and seemed to grow with each day as Christmas neared. Yelena looked out across the yard and into your window to see you dancing across the kitchen with your cat in your arms. He looked equally as hopeful as herself that this Christmas nightmare would soon be over, and their quiet, Ohio suburban neighborhood would return to business as usual.
It wasn’t that Yelena hated christmas….it was just that…Yelena shook off the thought. She entered the house, slamming the door behind her leaving Fanny to suffer by herself.
***
On the 12th day of Christmas, Yelena was about to lose it. If it wasn’t for your stupidly, cheerful music, then it would be your ridiculously bright Christmas lights, that you just HAD to keep on ALL night.
Yelena had settled into bed early that night, hopeful to get a good night's sleep. But it seemed that the world had other plans for her. Through her blinds, she could see the bright white of your icicle house lights, and the reds, and greens for the giant tree you had decorated on your front lawn.
Yelena slipped on her shoes and a jacket, and stomped her way over to your house. She almost tripped over the stupid fake candy canes you had lining the path your house on the way.
“Oh Hi Yelena!” you greeted, brushing your flour covered hands on your cooking apron.
“Look, I get that you go all out with Christmas decorations, but I can see your flashing lights through the blinds on my bedroom windows and they’ve kept me awake the past few days…” Yelena stopped short as a heartbroken look fell on your face.
“Oh.. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry, Yelena”
“You know what… It’s okay, would you mind just turning them off before you go to bed?” Yelena smiled at you, and you smiled back at her and nodded. God dammit… that stupid beautiful smile of yours.
***
It was an oh so silent night…that was until a knock sounded at Yelena’s door.
“ I brought you something as an apology for all the lights ” You smiled at Yelena when she opened the door. She invited you in with a big smile on her face, and cheeks flushed red. It wasn’t like Yelena had a massive crush on her pretty neighbor or anything…..it was just that Yelena had a big crush on her pretty neighbor. It had started small at first when she moved it, but now it seems to grow with each interaction with you. Stupid holiday season, and stupid feelings. Yelena shook it off as you started placing down a flask on hot chocolate and pulling a bag of fresh sugar cookies and two mugs from a bag that had been thrown over your shoulder.
When you reached down to pour the hot chocolate, Fanny came barreling excitedly into the room, almost knocking you off your feet. You didn’t fall through, Yelena caught you. And when Yelena looked into your eyes, everything seemed to fade around her. She could no longer hear the tv playing in the background, or the sound of fanny’s claws on the hardwood floor. She could only see you, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss you.
“I should go” You pulled Yelena from her thoughts, and made a quick exit. You were just as awkward as Yelena was when it came to situations like this.
Yelena watched as you left. Stupid holiday season, stupid clumsy dog and stupid feelings.
***
Twas the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring… Well except Yelena. She yelled, throwing a roll of wrapping paper across the room in frustration. Fanny yipped and darted out the way to avoid getting hit. Stupid fucking christmas, and stupid fucking wrapping paper. She looked down at the messily wrapped gift in her lap and wanted to cry, this was the first Christmas her family was planning on having since….and she wanted to at least have wrapped gifts.
The sight of your lights peeking through her blinds caught her eye, and she knew what she needed to do.
She walked to your door looking like a kicked puppy.
“Oh Yelena” You opened the door and couldn’t help but laugh. She was covered in tape, and wrapping paper scraps from head to toe, and even had a random sticky bow stuck in her hair.
“Please help” Yelena walked into your house, dumping all the wrapping supplies, and gifts on the floor in your living room.
After a few cups of chocolate, and many laughs later all of the gifts were wrapped.
“So what’s your deal, Yelena” You leaned back on the arm of your chair.
“My deal?” Yelena raised her eyebrow at you.
“Yeah, Why do you hate Christmas so much?”
“Oh well… it's not that I hate christmas. My sister and I had a….rough childhood and ummm well…we didn’t even really have any family, much less a christmas” You grabbed Yelena’s hand when she seemed to struggle to get the words out.
“Oh Yelena, I’m sorry” You scooched a little closer to her to comfort her.
“No, it’s okay, the past is the past, and my family is back together now” Yelena smiled at you.
***
And when Christmas morning rolled around, and Yelena’s family was singing about decking the halls, Yelena wanted nothing more than to deck her family. Yelena pointed a candy cane that she had sharpened to a point in Natasha’s direction as she tried to get Yelena to join them in dancing and…general christmas cheer.
From her kitchen table she could see into your window, and something wasn’t right. No music, no lights, not even the lights on your tree were on, and most importantly, no you.
Yelena was on her feet in seconds, she needed to make sure you were okay.
When she knocked at your door, it took you a few minutes to get there. And when you did appear, you were still wearing your pajamas.
“Are you okay? Where are all your lights? Your family?” Yelena’s voice shook with worry as she spoke.
“Well my parents' flight got grounded, and my brother just called to say that his son has the flu so…it's just me” you tightened your sweater around you as a few flakes of snow began to fall. You looked away as your eyes started to fill with tears. Yelena couldn’t take it, she couldn’t stand to see you upset, and she definitely couldn’t watch you cry. She had to do something.
Yelena leaned into you, and did something she had been wanting to do for a long time. She kissed you, and suddenly it didn’t matter that you loved Christmas and she didn’t, because she loved you.
“You know…You’re a cute one Miss Grinch” You smiled when you pulled away, holding Yelena close to you as snowflakes started to settle on both your cheeks.
"Hey, where is my Christmas kiss?" Alexei poked his head out of Yelena’s front door, waving in the direction of the two of you. You laughed as Yelena put her head in her hands, shaking her head.
“Wanna come join… that mess?” Yelena smiled at you.
“I would love to”
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FOMO is the classic 9-1-1 episode, I must say. The emergencies were amazing and no boring build ups. Hen and Karen OMG I missed them together. Now, I demand for more. Karen's smart and so witty and them playing detectives had me giggling.
Maddie and Chimney and The Buckley-Han family. They're so wholesome I can't. I just don't understand why they haven't talked about getting back together and try again. It's too obvious that they're still very much in love with each other and their little family. Stop wasting time, Madney! Life's too short.
Eddie and May's blossoming friendship is okay. I just feel like, it could've been better if it's May's age Albert.
Lucy. I can see that she's trying to fit in and if they continue to do that for her character, I might fall in love with her just like how I love all the characters regardless of their flaws.
And last but not the least, Buck! Buck is at his himboest adorable self in this episode. He oozes so much brightness and positivity on screen it's unbelievable how Oliver does it as if it's easy to play his character. His conversation with Maddie melts my heart. I love that he acknowledged that Maddie was the one who raised him, not their parents. It's beautiful how the writers are writing their relationship. They're both flawed and yet they both know how or when to say the right words when the other needed it to hear for anchor. The little Buck and Lucy flirting was cute but I find it unnecessary.
Overall, FOMO is their best episode so far (to me) when it comes to emergencies and its content. The mother and her three daughters really had me crying so hard and the song. OMG the song you are my sunshine - not so long ago, I thought of that song playing in the background while Christopher was laying in the hospital with Buck and Eddie at his bedside holding both of his hands. I'm a big fan of P!nk and hearing her song What about us playing at the end while Hen and Karen are dancing is just icing on the cake. 8/10.
PS : I know some of you have mentioned the wedding call that kind of like mirrors Eddie's panic attacks of the thought of Ana as his wife. It's funny how the writers aren't so subtle about it. The groom was first standing in a huge mirror parallel to Eddie standing in a huge mirror when he fit his suite for Ana's sister's baby christening. Then when the groom finally face to face with his soon-to-be wife, he collapsed parallel to Eddie hearing the sales clerk thinking Ana's his wife or she's Chris' mom and then he collapsed - Panic attack!
When Hen and Karen was in their bedroom, they were watching a wedding scene from the said reality show. Karen kept on saying about their incompatibility and saying out loud they won't last until they show the scene where the bride slams the flower to his groom - an indication that they're not match for each other or worse, they don't like/love each other leaving the groom alone embarrassed or wondering before Hen cuts it off. I mean, there's no need to show the wedding scene disaster while Hen and Karen are watching while talking but they did. And I only think of one particular couple why they had to show that scene. An exact parallel to the first wedding scene that parallels to Eddie and Ana.
Hmm. Interesting!
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this is not a temporary love
Dinner is growing cold on the sideboard and TK seems to be halfway through what must be his hundredth apology when his phone pings, drawing everyone’s attention.
“He’s not coming,” TK says flatly, not looking up at them. “He says he’s sorry, and he’ll make it up to us.”
title from temporary love by ben platt
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The dinner is growing cold on the sideboard, where his mom had insisted it be left until Owen shows up, and TK’s glances towards the door are growing less and less subtle. Carlos is trying to stay calm and keep things from turning sour, but there’s a slow anger pulsing through his veins, getting stronger the more time ticks on.
Tonight is so important for them - for Carlos, especially, because being able to host a dinner with his boyfriend and their parents had seemed like a faraway dream for so much of his life. He’s been so afraid of everything going wrong, and Owen’s tardiness is doing nothing to assuage his fear, particularly as he knows Owen hates being late.
He sighs and tries to tune back into the conversation, placing a hand on TK’s knee, which has started to bounce underneath the table. TK seems to be halfway through what must be his hundredth apology when his phone pings, drawing everyone’s attention.
Carlos watches with bated breath as his boyfriend practically sprints to grab his phone, his heart sinking at the way his face twists as he reads the message.
“He’s not coming,” TK says flatly, not looking up at them. “He says he’s sorry, and he’ll make it up to us.”
“Did he say why?” Carlos asks. TK wordlessly shakes his head, before he’s distracted by another message, and his expression changes to one of panic. Carlos rises, taking two steps towards his boyfriend. “Babe?”
TK chews on his lip, gripping his phone tight in his hands. “He- He said his lungs are causing him some trouble. I don’t… Carlos, I…”
He shakes his head again and Carlos walks over, taking his hands in his own. He tilts his head to catch TK’s eye, dropping his voice so it stays between the two of them, very aware that his parents are watching everything unfold.
“He’s okay, TK. If something were really wrong, he would have called, not texted.”
“You’ve met my dad, right?”
Carlos grimaces; TK has a point. “So you call him, then,” he suggests instead. “I’ll get dinner on the table and you can check up on him, then we’ll go from there if you’re still worried. I’m sure it’ll be okay, though.”
TK hesitates a moment, then nods, flashing Carlos a small smile. “Thanks.”
Carlos smiles back, squeezing TK’s hands once before heading back to his parents.
“¿Está todo bien, mijo?” his mom asks, sending a worried glance in TK’s direction. Her concern for him sets off something warm in Carlos’s chest - this is another thing he never thought he’d get to have, and it still feels surreal, even now.
“Sí, sí,” he responds. “Owen had surgery this week and he’s not feeling well so it’ll be just us tonight. I’m just going to get dinner sorted and then we can start.”
“Te ayudaré,” his mom declares, and Carlos is powerless to stop her as she accompanies him into his kitchen. Not that he wants to really; he’s missed cooking alongside her more than he realised and her presence and support is a comfort right now. It all feels so natural, and it’s almost enough to draw his mind away from Owen’s glaring absence and TK’s worried murmurs in the background.
Almost, but he can’t help but sneak glances behind him to try and gauge the situation. TK has started pacing and his lip is probably bleeding from how hard he seems to be biting down on it, but it doesn’t look like he’s actively freaking out, so Carlos takes it as a sign that nothing’s badly wrong. He sighs in relief, startled when a hand lands on his arm. He looks over to his mom, who smiles gently at him before, without warning, shoving plates into his hands.
It’s so normal that Carlos could laugh. Or cry. Possibly both.
She swats at him in a good-natured gesture to get moving. “Go on,” she says. “I fear your father will start eating the tableware if we don’t feed him soon.”
Carlos laughs and heads over to the table, seeing TK doing the same. He raises his eyebrows at him but TK just shakes his head, an unreadable expression on his face as he drops into his seat. A second later, the charming smile from before is back on his face, bright enough that it’ll probably fool his parents for the rest of the evening.
But not Carlos. He can see the tightness in TK’s expression and he files it away for later, to bring up when his parents are gone and they no longer have an audience. For now, though, he’ll just have to content himself with being by TK’s side, a silent show of support.
*
Any nerves Carlos might have had about the evening are gone by the time his parents leave. Dinner went smoother than he could have ever imagined, his mom even managing to extract TK’s full name from him despite Carlos’s exasperated requests for her to leave it be.
“What?” she’d asked, rolling her eyes at him. “I’m curious.”
TK had laughed, stopping Carlos before he could protest again. “It’s okay,” he’d said, before turning to his mother. “It’s Tyler Kennedy, but I’d really prefer it if you just called me TK, Mrs Reyes.”
“In that case, I’d really prefer it if you called me Andrea, TK.”
Carlos still half feels like he’s dreaming, especially when his mom whispers in his ear when she hugs him, “I really like him, mijo.”
His dad is more taciturn, but he still gives Carlos an approving smile and nod - which, when it comes to his dad, is everything. Carlos can’t get his grin off his face as he lets them out, turning to TK as soon as the door shuts behind them.
“That went well, right?”
Except, now that they’re alone, TK’s façade has dropped, his shoulders slumping heavily. He still manages a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, his voice sounding incredibly tired as he says, “Yeah. I really enjoyed it, babe. I’m beat, though; do you mind if I just go to bed once we’ve cleared up?”
“Of course not,” Carlos replies, his worry spiking. “Everything okay?”
He nods, and Carlos knows it would do no good to call out the lie right now. They clean up the room in silence, TK stacking the dishwasher and rinsing the glasses while Carlos wipes down the table and surfaces.
TK kisses his cheek briefly before trudging upstairs. Carlos waits a few moments, straightening things that weren’t really out of place to begin with so that TK can have some time alone, then follows his boyfriend to their bedroom, leaning in the doorway. TK is sitting on the edge of the bed, head braced in his hands, but he slowly raises his gaze to Carlos’s, his heart breaking at the despair in them.
Carlos immediately goes to him, allowing him to slump into him. He rubs his hand up and down his arm in a soothing motion and waits.
“My dad’s hiding something from me,” TK eventually mumbles, a surprising bitterness in his tone. “Again.”
“Why do you say that? Do you think he was lying about not feeling well tonight.”
TK shakes his head. “He sounded a bit hoarse on the phone,” he allows, “but it was more than that. I can’t really explain it, but I’m sure there was something he wasn’t telling me and I don’t know how to get him to talk about it.”
“It could be nothing,” Carlos suggests, not really believing himself even as he says it.
“Yeah, right,” TK scoffs. He sighs heavily, extracting himself from Carlos’s arms to flop back on the bed. “I thought we were past this. I thought we’d finally gotten through to him.”
“These things take time, babe,” he says, smiling ruefully. “We can’t expect things to change overnight.”
TK sighs again. “I know,” he says quietly. A few beats of silence pass, then he sits up suddenly, grabbing Carlos’s arm to steady himself. “I’m sorry, I’m making this all about me again.”
“No -”
“Carlos.” TK grins, though there’s still something wan behind it. “I really did enjoy tonight. Your parents are great.”
Carlos can’t help but smile back, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. “They like you too, you know. I expect you’ll be getting an invite to Tía Lucy’s soon.”
A brief look of terror crosses TK’s face, but Carlos kisses it away, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. They fall back onto the bed together, foreheads pressed together, and Carlos allows himself this moment to breathe.
For the first time in over a decade, a weight lifts from his chest, and he knows everything will be okay.
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innocence - 26
PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader
WARNINGS: none
A/N: no smut this time, just bucky meeting the family
NEXT CHAPTER
Her mother pulled Bucky into the house. She lived exactly where he’d expect her to live in, a dark academia sort of environment in shades of green, burgundy and dark browns. The walls were filled with shelves containing seas and seas of books and little memorabilia. There were photos of the family on the walls and Bucky noticed the little one right by the staircase of a young girl in a periwinkle dress sat on the beach with a bright smile whom he was absolutely certain was his Y/N. The woman continued to lead them until what he guessed was the living room where the fireplace was on and two kids were running around.
Bucky stood behind with Y/N as her mother made haste towards the drinks’ trolley where Y/N was almost sure the same watered down bottle her brother Anthony had constantly stolen from as a teenager still stood. They were lucky enough not to still have been noticed, her family having an weirdly tradition of not allowing anyone in the living area until they had a drink in hand. Of course she knew why, her family made so many questions both appropriate and inappropriate you’d have to be positively inebriated to deal with it.
- Everyone... - Lucy, Y/N’s mother, handed Bucky a burgundy coloured liquid before pulling him inside the living room. - Don’t be shy, Bucky. Everyone, this is Bucky, he’s Y/N’s boyfriend.
- I thought he’d be smaller. - a man got up from the dark burgundy couch, walking up to Bucky with an extended hand towards him. Bucky looked at his hand then at his own, before switching to shake it with his flesh arm rather than the metal aberration he’d covered with a glove. - Had a nice flight? Little bean here said she booked first flight tickets even though I told her it’s ...
- A waste of money, I know dad. - Y/N interrupted.
- It was nicer than I expected, sir. - Bucky said yet Y/N could see that little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. - Your daughter made it all the better.
- Hope she didn’t bother you with leitmotifs. - another man who looked just around Y/N’s age piped up.
- Colin, don’t even say that word, it might get her started. - a girl, blonde hair dressed in a baby blue dress added. - Oh wow, you’re athletic.
- C’mon El, you promised to help me tease Y/N about her first serious boyfriend. - Colin wrapped his arms around Y/N but she merely playfully slapped his chest. - Look at you, the last Y/L/N sibling to introduce someone to the family. We were gonna buy you a cake but mum said no.
- Colin Y/L/N, leave your sister be. - Lucy slapped her son’s head. - We are very happy that Y/N and Bucky are here.
- She’s happy there’s a chance you might give her grandchildren. - Colin whispered before adopting that grin that as children made Y/N want to throw a pillow at him.
- Colin, I said to leave your sister be. - Lucy wrapped her arms around her eldest daughter. - That is not the reason I’m happy you’re dating. Me and your father were just afraid that you would be a bit lonely in New York.
- Because you have no friends. - Eloise added.
- Eloise, leave your sister be. She has plenty of friends. - their father added, not moving from his chair where he had returned to read the paper.
- Where is your sister? She should be here to meet Bucky.
- Claire is busy with her husband convincing my husband to get me to have a rat-like creature they call a baby. - Eloise sat down on the other couch, legs crossed over each other. - Do you want a baby, Bucky?
- Eloise! - Y/N yelled out of shame. Now she understood why her mother looked so dead whenever she had to go shopping with 4 children at 10 AM. She was clearly wrong to think her siblings would act like regular human beings in front of a guest, they barely acted like regular human beings on a regular basis. - We should go put the bags in my bedroom.
- No, wait, beanie. CLAIRE! CLAIRE COME SAY HI TO YOUR SISTER AND BUCKY! - Y/N’s mother rushed to the kitchen, yelling out whom he guessed was the name of Y/N’s last sibling. Out of the kitchen and into the living room came a girl dressed in the same dress as Eloise except it was purple, holding a bundle of blankets against her chest.
- Aw, let me hold Sophie. - Y/N dropped her bags to meet her sister who handled her the baby. Bucky inspected the scene, watching as her embarrassed facade quickly changed into one of wonder as she looked at her niece. - Look at you, you’re so cute, Miss Sophie, yes you are.
- Claire, say hi to Bucky.
- Why is he so tall? - she shook his hand. - I thought you’d be smaller with that nickname.
Is this was Steve felt like after the serum? Bucky had never stopped to consider that maybe his nickname sounded like a name you’d give a short guy, to be honest, he doesn’t even remember how it came to be, he just remembered his mum calling it and it sticking. However, he did have to admit that he enjoyed seeing everyone’s confused look once they met him as if he was the tallest man alive when he was barely taller than Y/N’s brother.
- Conor, Jack come meet Bucky too. - Y/N’s mum held two men by the arm who looked as lost in the family reunion as Bucky did. - Conor’s Eloise’s husband and Jack’s Claire’s.
- Okay. - Y/N interrupted before anyone else told her boyfriend he was too tall. Handing Sophie back to her sister, she held Bucky’s hand. - We are going to put the bags upstairs and take the coats off and we’ll return.
Y/N knew her family way too well. She had been here when Claire brought Jack home for the first time and her father questioned him about a notorious case followed by Colin asking him if he needed earbuds for Claire’s snoring. She had also been there when Conor and all of Colin’s girlfriends so she knew when it was time to run away with Bucky from her very devoted and very curious family who had already decided to have the baby conversation with him before she had even mention it.
Bucky looked at the photos that were scattered on the staircases’ wall. He could always pinpoint where Y/N was, normally in the front with those beautiful, shining eyes. He noticed one particular photo of Y/N alone against a dark blue background in her graduation gown holding her diploma, posing like a beauty queen. He made a note to sneak a photo of it once she wasn’t looking.
She led him into her bedroom. It was a rather small one in tones of white and beige with a double bed. The walls were clean rather than one with a bookcase of dark wood filled with books, trophies and little frames of photos of her as a kid. Her bed had a small white lamb laying on it with some heart shaped pillows and a knitted beige blanket.
- Is that you? - Bucky rushed to the shelf to grab a photo of Y/N as a toddler dressed as a ballerina holding a golden medal.
- Yeah. My grandmother was a prima ballerina so she made all of us do ballet which came quite in handy when I was in Phantom. - she put her coat on the hook on the door. - Sorry about my mum, and my dad and my siblings. I should already apologise for their husbands and the toddlers you haven’t met yet since they’re out with Grandma Louis who I’m also sorry for.
- That’s fine. I think they don’t hate me much.
- It’s better than when Colin introduced Kate, mum was so upset she didn’t speak to her. I would say they love you.
- So which one is the oldest? Is there an hierarchy I should know about?
- I’m the oldest then Colin, Claire and finally Eloise. Eloise got married first and then Claire and Colin is living la vie boheme.
- And you? - he wrapped his arms around her waist
- I’m the actress. Once Aunt Petunia or Grandma Louis gets here you’ll listen to the “the debate team champion becomes an actress kissing all those men and she’s still single” discussion. I also apologise for that in advance.
- Well but you are not single anymore. - Bucky leaned down to kiss her. - And I will allow you to parade me as your boyfriend. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
- Ah yes, my three time three-time boxing champion boyfriend.
- You’re not gonna drop that, aren’t you?
- What? It’s very alluring, gets me going.
- Is that why you gave me an handjob at the airport, princess? - he leaned down to whisper against her ear. She felt goosebumps raise up her skin, mouth drying up as she tried to find the words. - You better have thick walls, princess.
- Beanie ... - her mother knocked on the door, pushing the door slightly open and sticking her head in. - We were wondering if Bucky ate meat. We bought this meat that’s not really meat and it’s vegan. I asked some of my colleagues at work to help me cook it and we made some but we can make more if Bucky wants some.
- No, Mrs. I’m okay with anything, it’s fine.
- Non sense. Y/N tell Bucky he can pick what to eat. You’re American right? I’m making some chicken nuggets for the kids and Colin, I could make you some if you’d like.
- Mum, that’s stereotypical.
- Nonsense, beanie. What do you want to eat, Bucky?
- I’ll eat whatever Y/N does, m’am. - he tried to hide the little grin as Y/N stood by his side still processing what Bucky had just said to her. - It’s fine, m’am, really. I don’t want to be a bother, I’m so grateful you and your family are okay with having me for Christmas.
Lucy merely smiled at him as a way of saying it was no problem. Y/N knew her family, they adored to embarrass their children in front of their partners, lovers, and friends but they would adore whoever their children adored as if they belonged to the family since the dawning of time. The actress rose her head to look at her boyfriend, staring at the door like a fading vision on the desert, relaxed muscles and expression. Her hold on his hand strengthened as her head laid against his shoulder, laying a small kiss on the fabric of his shirt.
- Do you want to go downstairs? We can stay here for a few minutes before dinner.
- Yeah, princess. - he snapped himself out of his state, smiling down at his caring girlfriend before following her down the stairs.
Her family had a lot of photos, some on big frames on the wall and other small ones in coffee tables and other surfaces. He couldn’t help but look at them, watching Y/N through the ages and wondering how she was. She always had that look, that inner shyness and bright eyed appearance. Most photos were school photos with that dark blue background followed by a few backstage photos of her in elaborate stage makeup and costumes. Bucky wanted a photo of her, any photo of her, to have in his wallet. Not that he would forget what she looked like, he could never forget it but he wanted to. He wanted to look at her face whenever he paid for his coffee, show people when they asked about her, he guessed he wanted to have the same pride in showing his girlfriend his father had about showing his mother. He wanted a suburban existence, no more Winter Soldier, no more Avengers, just James Barnes. Yet, he also knew he did not deserve that. No, he had taken that structure from so many people he didn’t deserve it.
Once in the living room, there were more people, notably two kids running around the Christmas tree and two women sat by the beautifully placed table. He felt shy, not knowing exactly what to say, barely knowing these people.
- Ah, let me look at you. - one of the woman from the table got up and walked towards them. Bucky thought none of it, thinking it to be directed towards Y/N until the woman took him by surprise by cupping his face. - You’re just gorgeous. Nice eyes, strong features.
- Aunt Petunia! - Y/N took her aunt’s hands away from Bucky’s face. - Please.
- You know what they say about men with strong features, great lovers, great breeders.
- Oh my god. - that’s it, she was no longer going to have a boyfriend once she got back to New York. - Bucky, this is my aunt Petunia.
- Nice to meet you m’am. - Bucky extended his hand to her but the woman merely pushed him towards the table.
- I thought she was kidding when she said she was bringing someone home yet here you are. - she led both of them to side by side seats on the table. - So, Bucky have you meet Grandma Louis?
- I’m afraid not.
- Look ma, Y/N brought a boyfriend home.
- Can we please not treat this like a world limited event?
- Nope. - Colin sat next to Y/N. - I had a bet with Eloise you’d date a 50 year old librarian and I lost which is unfair because 100 year old soldier is almost the same.
- It’s not and you know it. - Eloise argued from the other side of the table. - How’s the movie, Y/N?
- It’s ... good. - she forced a smile, not wanting to show the same family who always wondered why unlike every of her siblings she, the debate captain and champion, had turned down the option to do Law and instead pursued an acting career. Did acting made her happy? Yes. Did the movie made her happy? No.
- She’s the best actress I have ever met and seen. - Bucky drew invisible circles over her palm. - Everyone’s always speechless during her takes.
- That’s my beanie, always the best at whatever she does. - Y/N’s father added. - Besides, one of us has to not be a lawyer. We’re starting to be known as the lawyer family.
- So Bucky, are you enjoying London? Have you ever been? - Claire asked while putting the bibs on her two toddlers who were still happily playing with toy cars on the table.
- Long time ago, it’s a bit different now.
- Y/N should take you to see the tree in Trafalgar, it’s absolutely stunning. - Lucy added. - It’s where her father purposed.
- It’s where everyone purposed in this family. We need a new tradition. - Colin rolled his eyes.
- If it were up to you, you’d purpose in a McDonalds after coming from the pub.
- Shut up, Eloise.
Bucky merely kept to himself during the dinner, replying to the questions that were thrown his way and laughing at the jokes. There was the odd questions every once and then which Y/N would normally reply to followed by telling him she was sorry which he found adorable. Normally it was him who was defensive over her, too defensive even and to see her take on the role warmed his heart. The dinner ran smoothly and soon everyone was sat on the couch by the fireplace. She was by his side, head on his shoulder as a It’s a Wonderful Life played on the television.
The night kept going in and in until everyone decided to climb up to their respective bedrooms. Y/N turned on the heating the moment she came in, stripping onto her own cozy red pyjamas while Bucky kept inspecting her room. She had a bunch of books and programs from various West End musicals as well as a few bits of Star Wars memorabilia scattered on the shelves and a Phantom of the Opera music box on her desk. What caught his attention was the tiny miniature of a white picked fence house on her bedside table. Had she been an avid miniature collector and he didn’t know about it?
- Hey, what’s this? - he pointed at the little house.
- Oh ... that.
- Is it a sore topic? I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to ...
- It’s okay, Bucky. - she smiled. - It’s just a silly thing from when I was a kid. I told my mum I wanted to marry Luke Skywalker and move into a white picket fence home and she bought me it. Then I just wanted the house as I grew up but hey I live in SoHo, the best I can do is get another one of those
- You want a white picket fence house?
- It’s silly. - she hide her head as a familiar heat climbed up to her cheeks. Bucky placed the miniature back where it was, walking up to her.
- It’s not silly. I like picket white fence houses too, princess.
- You do?
- Yeah. One of my cousins had one when I was a kid and I always envisioned one for myself.
- Did you?
- Yeah and then I met you and I thought screw the home, as long as I get to come home everyday to you we could be living in a cardboard home but if you want a white picked fence house than I’ll give you one.
- Buck ...
- I’m not kidding. - he smiled at her. - We’ll live wherever you’d like and every single day we’ll come back home to each other and I will pretend I’m not tired so I can stay up and look at you smiling at those TV show reruns you like so much.
- You like them too. - she added.
- Maybe but until then ... - he walked up to his bag removing an worn out big navy blue box. - You can have this.
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I Can Hear Your Heart Beat (Part 1)
A/N: heyo! this is the first part of a two parter, in celebration of hitting a little over 50 followers! this was a prompt/suggestion from @n3on-lights , thank you again so much!! originally this was going to be one part, but i realized i was at 3k words and only half way done with the story, lol. so part two will be out soon! in the mean time, hope you enjoy this first half!
rating: teen
wordcount: 3,139
warnings/notes: swearing, descriptions of being in pain, half vamp!michael, human!lost boys, the boys turn back to human, implied minor character death, goodbye max, poly!lost boys, lost boys x michael
summary: after convincing sam that he wasn't going to kill him, michael raced to the hotel to seek answers about what he was becoming. little does he know, sam has his own plans up his sleeve, leaving the boys human for the first time in years, and michael still stuck as half vampire.
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“Sammy, please!” Michael cried out, hanging onto the phone cord for dear life, hoping to whatever god out there was merciful enough to put some sense into his little brother's head. Sam just stared, debating if he should really let his brother in or not. He was floating outside his bedroom window like a freak, and he tried to eat him! But when Sam looked at him, at his older brother, he could see that he looked terrified. He's hardly ever seen Michael genuinely afraid, and he looks so human, despite the obvious circumstances. So, Sam takes a deep breath and walks over to the window, unlocking it and opening it for Michael to crawl through.
Michael counts his blessings as he drops onto the floor, takes in huge amounts of air that he doesn't really need. Sam sinks down to the floor next to him, and Michael grabs hold of him, wrapping his arms around him like he'll start flying away again. Sam tries not to squirm too much.
"What's goin on, Mike?" Sam whispers, his voice refusing to go any higher. Michael is shaking slightly, breathing heavily, so Sam tries again, "What did those bikers do to you?"
That gets a reaction out of him, a low growling sound from deep in his throat. Michael can hear Sam's heartbeat quicken and he has to swallow thickly. "I don't know, Sam. But I'll sort it out, okay?"
"But what about mom-" Sam tries, but Michael cuts him off, frantic, "Just- just don't tell her anything, okay? You gotta trust me, Sammy."
Sam wants to argue, this was way bigger than getting a bad grade on a test, or getting into a fight in school. His gut reaction was to tell his mom, because he knew she would try and make it okay again. But he also trusted his brother. Plus, he had more experience with these guys, so Sam nodded, deciding Michael had it covered. “Okay. I trust you.”
Michael let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived once they heard their moms car screeching to a halt outside of the house. The boys frantically got up, looking at each other with wide eyes. “I gotta go, Sam. Distract mom for me, yeah?” There wasn’t any time to debate, so Sam just nodded and sprinted down the stairs. He didn't know how Michael was going to sneak out, but at this rate, he didn’t want to know.
When he got down stairs, the blond teen could hear his mom calling his name, and when the front door opened, he could see his mom looking worried like crazy. “Oh, Sam!” she said once she saw him, she sounded exhausted. “You scared me half to death!”
Sam felt guilt start to stir in his chest, he didn’t mean to make his mom worry so much. And the fact that he had to lie now didn’t help matters at all. “I’m okay, mom. I was reading a horror comic and I thought I saw someone outside my window- but I just got carried away, that's all.”
Lucy stared at her son, trying to understand the excuse he was feeding her. She squinted her eyes at him. “You got carried away by a comic book?”
Sam tried not to flinch, he knew it sounded like bullshit, but it was the best he could come up with on the fly. “It was a scary comic mom. I’m sorry.”
The look on his mom's face made it clear she was frustrated. She couldn’t believe how her boys were acting, like she didn’t raise them better. “You know, I’ve just about had it with the both of you, you know that?” Sam nodded his head and looked down at his feet, and she almost forgave him then. But then her eyes landed on the kitchen, and her frustration flared up all over again. “What is this mess?”
Sam looked over to where his mom was talking about, and saw the spilt milk and open fridge door. God damnit, Mike. He tried telling her that it wasn’t his fault, but she wasn’t listening, not that he could blame her at this point. When he was done cleaning up the floor, Sam raced up to his room, pausing to see that Michael had long gone. Wasting no more time, he launched himself on his bed and called the Frog brothers again.
It took a few rings, but eventually, Edgar had answered the call. “What?” he asked, short and coarse. Sam rushed to answer, “Guys, it's me again.”
Edgar sighed from over the phone, “What, Sam? We told you to stake your brother, what more do you want?”
“Look guys, Michael and I talked, he’s going to try and talk to the vamps that got him, but there has to be something more that we can do!”
There was some vague conversation that Sam couldn’t hear, then Alan was speaking, “Do you know if he made his first kill? Can he still walk in sunlight?”
“No, he hasn’t killed anyone, and yes, he can still walk in sunlight.” Sam said, “That means he’s only half shit sucker, right?”
Alan grumbled into the phone, like he didn’t want to be entertaining this idea at all. “Yes, so technically, if you kill the head vampire, all half vampires would return to being human.” Sam was ready to celebrate, he was about to say something like “hell yeah!”, but then Alan asked something that made him cut the celebration short. “Does your brother know who the head vampire is?”
“Uh,” Sam mumbled, "No, I don't think so."
"We can't screw around anymore, Sam." Edgar said, taking the phone back. "Kill your brother, or we'll be forced to do it for you "
"Wait, no!" Sam shouted, desperate to think of something that would help. "We just gotta find the head vampire, right? We-" as he was talking, Sam suddenly thought of something. "Actually, I might know who the head vampire is."
"What?" Edgar asked, voice high and tight. "Well, this all started when my mom started working at Max's video store."
He could hear both the Frogs groaning. "Wait guys, hear me out! He doesn't come in till after dark, he has a dog that's always growling at people, and I read that vampires have hell hounds as companions!"
"Well duh, but-" Edgar started, but Sam cut him off. "If my mom is dating the head vampire, you guys can nail him and save Santa Carla!"
The Frogs were silent for a few seconds, so Sam tacked on "Truth, justice, and the American way triumphs, thanks to you two."
That seemed to convince them, because after a few more seconds, Edgar said "Alright, we'll check Max out. Tonight. Get ready, we'll come get you in ten minutes."
Sam froze, mouth open wide against the phone. "Tonight? Can't we wait until tomorrow?"
"This was your idea, Sam." Alan said, more rustling could be heard from the background. "If Max is clean, we're coming for your brother and his friends tomorrow. Be ready." Before Sam could say anything more, they hung up the phone.
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When Michael got to the hotel, it was dark and quiet. There weren't as many candles lit, making shadows dance and flicker against the walls, and the only sounds Michael could hear were drops of water bouncing around the cave.
"David?" Michael called out, walking further into the hotel. The place was eerie now, without the boys there, dancing and laughing and joking around. "David? Anyone here?"
Where the hell were they? Michael was getting agitated, a hot irritation settling under his skin as he looked around the cave. If they weren't even here, he didn't know what he was going to do. Michael needed answers, he needed to know what the hell was happening to him.
"I'm not fucking around." The brunette said to the air. "I want answers, and I want them now!"
Silence. Michael snarled at nothing and turned around to stomp towards the exit, but then he heard an all too familiar voice echoing out the cave.
"I'm right here, Michael."
David was standing at the entrance, Dwayne, Paul and Marko lurking behind him. The platinum blond gave a wide smirk as he walked down into the cave, eyeing the angry halfling. “What’s going on?”
“What the hell did you do to me?” Michael demanded, walking right up to David and getting into his face. David cocked an eyebrow as the rest of the boys surrounded him, whispering and laughing. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Cut the bullshit! I’m hungry, I’m in pain, I was floating on the goddamn ceiling-”
“Woah,” Paul interrupted, sounding amazed, “You got there already? It took me a while-” Marko kicked Paul’s leg before he could continue, making the blond rocker yelp loudly. David cleared his throat and suddenly looked deadly serious. “You drank from the bottle, Michael. You’re one of us now.”
“But what the hell does that mean?” Michael was starting to feel drained, he was so tired of going around in circles, and it feels like he hasn’t gotten proper sleep in weeks. “What the fuck was in that bottle that makes me float off the ground and makes me want to eat my brother?”
The boys all looked at each other like they were having a silent conversation.
“Take it easy, man.” Dwayne said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. He was smiling like nothing was off or weird about this situation at all. “You’ll get the hang of it. Just go with the flow.”
Michael was about to ask what he’d “get the hang of”, but Marko spoke before he could. “It’s getting late, you should probably go home.” The way he spoke and the look he gave had an air of finality, like fighting would get him nowhere. This had been a huge waste of time.
“Fine.” Michael spit, shoving past David roughly as he walked towards the entrance. He would have to find answers some other way. As much as he hated it, he might have to resort to Sam’s weird friends. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but they seemed to be the only other ones who knew anything about-
“Wait!” Paul called out, making Michael stop in his tracks. He turned around and looked at Paul, who had a weird look on his face. His eyebrows were scrunched down and he held a hand to his middle. “Do you guys feel that?”
The others looked confused, but soon their faces contorted into concern and agitation. Marko’s hand shot to Paul's arm, gripping like his life depended on it, while Dwayne and David held onto each other, as if keeping each other from falling. Marko was panting, “What the fu-”
Suddenly, Markos words were cut off by a loud screeching sound. Michael nearly jumped out of his skin as the boys started shouting and screaming, falling to the ground hard. The halfling stared at them in shock.
“What happened?! What's wrong?!” Michael asked frantically, panicked, running back over and crouching over the pile of writhing bodies. No one could answer, the only sounds coming from them were grunts and whimpers of pain. Michael could only stand and watch, horrified that he had no idea what was going on.
After what felt like an eternity, the screaming stopped. The boys stopped convulsing on the ground, completely still and silent, like they passed out. The silence was deafening now. Michael slowly walked over to David, breathing heavily, anxious out of his mind. He placed a gentle hand to his cheek, finding him surprisingly warm. He checked his pulse, then, and found a shallow, but steady heart beat. Michael then checked the other boys and found the same warmth and beat. The teen sighed in relief, they were all alive, at least. They seemed to be out cold, though, and Michael knew that he needed to move them from the cold hard ground.
One by one, he moved each of the boys to a chair or couch, trying to make them as comfortable as possible. Michael looked around, but didn’t find any stashed food or water, so he decided to hurry out and get them something to eat when they woke up. He didn’t know if they would be hungry or not, but it would be worth the try.
Michael sped on his bike to the nearest convenience store and grabbed a basket, stuffing it with random chips and snacks. He also grabbed a few bottles of water and threw it in the basket. When he went up to the counter to pay, the cashier gave him an odd look, but he just smiled awkwardly. The total almost drained his wallet, which hurt, but there were more important things to worry about right now.
The trip back to the hotel was a bit of a pain in the ass, but he managed to get there in one piece. He parked his bike and hauled the food and water down into the cave, and when he was in the main lobby, he was startled to see that the boys were awake. They were all huddled around each other, holding and touching in whatever way they could. All of them wore similar shocked, concerned and disturbed expressions on their faces. It almost felt wrong to intrude on them, but he accidentally made a noise and alerted the boys to his presence.
“Michael?” David called out, but his voice was smaller, less sure. Michael immediately walked over to them, setting the bag down as he squatted next to the couch they were all piled in.
“Hey, are you guys okay? What the hell happened?” As he talked, Michael pulled out bottles of water and handed them out to each of the boys. They snatched the bottles out of his hands and opened them like they haven’t drank water in years, guzzling down the liquid and getting it all over themselves in the process.
“Woah, guys, slow down-” But they didn’t listen, not even if they started choking and coughing. When the waters were drained, Paul crawled over everyone to grab the bag full of snacks and dig through it.
“Michael.” David said, looking intensely at his face, studying every inch he could look at. He grabbed at Michaels arm and pulled him closer. “Do you feel any different? Did you change back?”
The brunette stared at him, bewildered. “Change? No, I feel the same as before.”
David's eyes widened, and Paul stopped tearing into a bag of potato chips, mouth gaping. “Wait, he’s still half? How’s that possible?”
Marko and Dwayne gave each other a disbelieving look, and Michael scrunched up his face in confusion. “Half what? What are you guys talking about?”
No one said anything for a long moment. David sighed and ran his hands through his spiked hair. “I guess we have no choice but to tell you.”
Michael watched as David sat up straighter, a pained look on his face, like his whole body ached. He looked uncomfortable as he said, “We were vampires, Michael. And you’re one, too. Half, anyway. You still haven’t made your first kill.”
So many thoughts and questions flooded Michaels mind at that moment. His first reaction was to call David crazy, but he remembered what it felt like to fly out his bedroom window, how painfully hungry he was and how loud he could hear Sam's heartbeat, even from the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror was fading and weak. Michael couldn’t fuckin believe this.
Michael stood up so fast he felt lightheaded. “So- you’re telling me,” He started, pacing in front of the couch. The rest of the boys were no longer paying attention, too busy devouring the snacks from the bag, but David was watching him walk back and forth. “That I’m a half vampire. An actual, honest to god vampire. That’s just fuckin great!” Michael shouted, and David winced at the sound.
“Wait.” The halfling stopped pacing and turned back to the platinum blond. “What do you mean you were a vampire?”
David blew air through his nose like an angry bull. He shifted around in his seat before answering, “We have a master. Or, I guess we did. If the vampire that turned you dies, you turn back into a human.”
“Which must be why Michael hasn’t turned back.” Dwayne chimed in suddenly, still chewing loudly on chips. Michael was lost at this point, which must have been clear on his face, cause Marko pitched in with, “You drank David’s blood from the bottle, not Max’s. David didn’t die, just turned back into a human. So, therefore, you can’t go back to being human.”
Michael didn’t know which fact he hated more, that his mom's dorky (now ex, he supposed) boyfriend was a head vampire, or that he drank actual blood. A lot of it, if he remembered properly. He groaned loudly and sank to the floor, head in his hands. “So you’re saying I'm stuck like this?”
“Well…” Paul started, but didn’t get to finish. David interrupted, irritation clear in his voice. “We don’t know. We don’t know jack shit.”
The tension was thick in the air. Michael had no idea what they were going to do now. Living in a sunken hotel may have been okay when they were vampires, but it’s not gonna fly being human. He knew he couldn’t just leave them here. Michael sighed and stood back up, walking over to the entrance. It was still dark out, but he figured it was going to be morning soon. He walked back down and stood in front of the boys.
“Look, we’ll figure out how to change me back,” David huffed at that, looking less than amused. Michael rolled his eyes. “But until then, you guys are basically homeless. Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days?”
The boys froze. They looked at each other, and they looked at Michael, wondering if this was some kind of joke. They had lived in that cave so long it felt like forever, they couldn’t imagine leaving what they considered their home.
“What about your mom? And your brother?” David asked, knowing that it couldn’t be that easy, right? Surely Michaels family would bitch about them being there. But Michael didn’t look bothered. “Sam can be an ass, but he’ll deal. And my mom wouldn’t kick you guys out.”
David was still hesitant. He still didn’t want to believe he was human again, after all these years. It hurts to even think about it. He felt a nudge against his shoulder, and when he looked over, he saw Marko, shrugging his shoulders.
“What do we have left to lose?”
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Title - The Scarred (Chapter Two)
Word Count - 1241
Fandom - Batman: The Dark Knight
Pairing - Ledger!Joker x OC
Summary - Penelope Bishop works at a florist shop in Gotham, barely getting by in the corrupted city. Her life is shrouded by therapy and judgment with little light to find her way with. However, when a certain painted face starts making himself known to her, things take a turn.
Warnings - Minor bullying, brief panic attack, flashbacks
Inspiration - Cold - Aqualung & Lucy Schwartz
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The days were always slow, agonizing. It was both a curse and a blessing for the two florists. It brought on periods of intense boredom, yet allowed some time for them to bond more, if that was even possible. Penelope had been struggling to find a job which didn’t come as a surprise to her, knowing her condition. When she finally reached Emma after weeks of searching, not only was she hired on the spot, but Emma had welcomed her to the business as if she was family. It had been hard for Penelope to adjust as they had conflicting personalities, but after a few months of endless conversations and working she finally started to open up to the older brunette. It had been one of their great milestones.
Emma was not just a friend to Penelope, but a role model. A mentor when her own mother no longer could be. In fact, she truly did start to view her as a mother figure after a few years. She always treated her with respect and took care of her when she needed it most. It would be a lie, however, if Emma said she never had any motherly instincts when it came to Penelope.
“So,” Emma piped up as they munched on their lunch. Penelope peaked up at her from under her bangs. “I found out my parents are gonna be visiting in a few months.”
“Yeah?” Emma nodded, wiping her mouth off with a napkin. “For how long?”
“I think a week? They’re still figuring out the details.”
“Is there a special occasion or…?” She nodded again.
“My dad’s birthday. He’s turning 70.” Penelope hummed.
“The big 7-0, huh?”
“Yup.” Emma stood up, collecting their trash and throwing it out in a nearby trash can. “Can’t say he’s too happy about it, though.” She giggled, Penelope joining in soon after. Emma suddenly gasped and looked over at her with wide eyes. “You’ve never met them, have you?” She watched as Penelope shook her head. “Well, missy. You’re gonna have to free up one of your nights that week for dinner. My dad makes some mean steaks.” She winked at Penelope who just smiled.
“I’m looking forward to it.” The bell chimed and their heads snapped to the front door, a familiar blond sauntering into the shop, head held high with a pearly white smile. Penelope’s disappeared the second she saw it.
“Hey, sweetheart!” Emma squeezed her in a tight hug as Penelope went back to writing in her journal. “Penny, you remember Alice, right?” The woman in question simply nodded without so much as a glance, the blond’s smile faltering ever so slightly.
“I just wanted to buy some more flowers for the house, and say ‘hi’ of course.” They laughed for a short bit.
“Sure! Anything in particular or do you just wanna look around?”
“I was actually thinking about stargazer lilies?” Emma made a sound with a roll of her eyes, flicking her wrist.
“Oh, of course. I shoulda’ guessed. Let me grab it from the back.” Alice’s eyes followed her mother before turning her attention to Penelope. She took her time walking over to the woman hunched over the counter, pencil fiercely scratching away.
“Hey, Patchy.” The scratching came to a strong halt. Her voice had been soft, sweet, giving anyone a false sense of security. Though Penelope knew it was anything but. Going back to writing after a few seconds, Alice clicked her tongue. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a mute.” A few more seconds passed and the blond was slowly losing her composure. “What, are you deaf, too?”
“No point in talking. I ignored you just fine the first time.” Penelope informed her with feigned innocence, a small smile playing on her lips making the other’s twitch into a frown. Alice’s mouth opened to speak, only to close when her mother entered the room once again. She held a glass vase filled with the preferred flowers, setting them on the counter as her daughter pulled out a ten from her wallet and handed it to her.
“Love you, mah!” She called over her shoulder as she left the building. Emma frowned as she looked over at Penelope who now chewed ferociously at her cheek, fingertips white where they gripped the pencil.
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With candlelit faces, the two of them laughed. The younger woman’s eyes were glazed over with joy as her mother presented the cake in the dark room.
The soothing ambience of the soft music and boiling water in the background was a stark contrast compared to her raging thoughts. She made her way to the fridge, opening the freezer to pull out a bag of tortellini.
As thick smoke started to crowd the room, accompanied by distant screams, they stared at each other. Now both of their eyes were glazed, yet it held an entirely different meaning.
After having ripped the bag open with her teeth, Penelope warily poured the frozen pasta into the water, standing as far away as possible to avoid being splashed. As she waited for them to be ready she grabbed a jar of pesto from the fridge, then a larger bowl and olive oil from the cupboard.
“Penny-” She was cut off by her own coughing. “The window - open the window!”
Lightly sucking on the inside of her bleeding cheek, she brought the pot over to the strainer that had been placed in the sink. She leaned away from the steam as she poured in the pasta and water, setting the pot aside when she finished. The bowl was brought over for the pasta to be transferred.
Even through the overwhelming pain, she maintained eye contact with her daughter for reassurance. She noticed the way she apprehensively glanced out of the window. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart.”
The sound of glass shattering filled the still air of the room. Having now sat down on the floor against the counter she let her head fall back with a light ‘thud’, taking shaky breaths as she tried to ground herself. Suddenly, she cried out to the nothingness in front of her, not a yell or a scream. The noise had found the perfect middleground as she trembled.
Penelope wasn’t sure how long it had been. Hours, minutes, maybe even only seconds. Her legs were laid out in front of her now, head hung low with a gentle sniff every now and then. Her dinner had been long forgotten. She had lost her appetite. She looked over to where the small bowl had been thrown, white chunks scattered below where it hit the wall. Thankfully the wall was fine save for some scratched paint.
She begrudgingly pushed herself from the floor to cover the bowl with the pasta and put it in the fridge. She left the glass where it was, deciding to just clean it up after work the next day. With a soft ‘click’ her bedroom glowed with warm light and she trudged over to the small bathroom. Just as she was about to start her normal routine, however, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. It was small, barely noticeable as it blended with the egg-white countertop. The lined paper had some chicken scratch on it and she strained her eye to read it, yet when she could finally make out the words her heart dropped. Always wear a smile.
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can u do a hc about getting the ily from the boys? thank you! 😘
The Boys Say ILY
Bryce
Bryce had a plan.
MC wasn’t just some girl he was seeing. MC had never been just some girl. He’d never felt this way about anyone else and he just knew this was real. He thought he was in love with his ex but now he realized it was just puppy love.
He’s convinced MC is the one. With everything that happened between them the first time he said it had to mean something. It had to be grand and romantic and the embodiment of their relationship - effortless, hilarious, and so full of pure unadulterated adoration.
So he hatched the most perfect plan.
Something understated she’d never see coming.
In his apartment after a day out with MC visiting Keiki at school, the couple were getting into their PJs after having a shower.. Music played throughout the apartment over his stereo.
MC finished her routine before Bryce and his 10-step hair care system. She was wrapped up in a blanket mindlessly scrolling through Pictagram as she waited and not paying any mind to the music overhead.
Then Bryce comes flying out of his bedroom wearing board shorts and an unbuttoned floral shirt and singing ‘I.F.L.Y.’ by Bazzi out of key and into a hairbrush.
He’d even had joke sunglasses on; like the neon ones in bright green in the shape of stars and lenses so black they eclipsed his gorgeous eyes.
MC was laughing and it all made sense on why he was taking longer than normal.
She wasn’t taking him seriously as she giggled and watched him wiggle around in front of her as he tried to dance and out sing Bazzi.
Until Bryce purposefully drops the brush, rips the shades off and kneels in front of her. The sound of the items clacking against the wood floor louder than the music as the speakers drop to a dull line in the background
Her brows furrow in amusement.
Bryce waits for one beat. Then another. Then another.
She’s looking at him waiting for the catch.
He looks her in her eyes, the signature megawatt smile on full display, and proclaims;
“I fucking love you, MC.”
Ethan
MC refused to say it first. She’s known she’s loved Ethan for months, but with all their problems she refused to say it or acknowledge the words.
She knows he’s committed and has eyes for no one else but her. She knows he has issues letting people in on his feelings. She understands and doesn’t hold her breath.
He shows her he loves her every single day.
It’s her birthday.
They’re at his place after a shift.
Ethan ordered in Chinese food and promised to take her away in a few weeks time - he planned on taking her to Salem for Halloween. And it wasn’t just her... her friends would be there to surprise her.
On the couch, where a lot of their big moments happen, he gave her a gift and a card.
MC opened the card and looked at the generic ‘happy birthday to my girlfriend’ on the cover and opened it with a smile, not really reading the inscription but pretending to read it thoughtfully. She’s impatient and wanted to unwrap what he got her. The box was big!
She ripped through the carefully wrapped paper and swiftly unbox her present.
It was a mint green robe and ugg slippers.
“To keep here. So you don’t have to keep wearing my clothes,” Ethan said as she inspected them.
MC turned to him with a smirk, “What if I like wearing your clothes?”
“I prefer you wearing nothing. Which will be easier to do in this.”
She smiled brightly and leaned over to kiss him.
She turned back to the items and started taking off the tags. She didn’t say a single thing and Ethan was nervous.
Maybe she wasn’t there yet? They’d only been officially together for a few months. To Ethan, here and now, it feels like the sentiment is coming years too late.
AS MC was trying the items on, Ethan’s card with his confession was lost in the rubbish - peeking out under tore wrapping paper.
He let her have her moment and started cleaning everything up. Throwing away the scrap paper and folding the box into the recycling bin. Then Ethan sat back down, taking the closed card in his hands.
“How do I look?” she spun around in front of the wide windows still oblivious.
All he did was give her a half-hearted smile.
MC sensed something was off now. So she skipped over, pushed his arms apart and aside, and stood between his legs.
“Thank you,” she kissed him again. Tenderly. Lightly. Like they had all the time in the world.
Ethan didn’t let up on his grasp of the card.
When they broke for air MC plopped on his knee, cuddling against his chest, and took it from him.
Staring at the super cliché front she asked rhetorically, “When’d you become such a sap?”
He nuzzled into her and held his breath.
She opened the white paper and read the small note that ended with the heaviest sentiment;
I love you.
Forever. Always. Evermore.
Yours,
Ethan x
She looked over at him with parted lips. Utter shock. So much love in her eyes. Finally.
“I love you,” he whispered
“I love you so much,” she replied just as softly.
Rafael
MC had a looong hectic day at the hospital. She ended up staying an extra three hours on top of her 12 hour shift. As much as she wanted to sleep she still wanted to see Raf.
The second she stepped through the threshold of Rafael’s studio apartment he knew she needed to rest. She had bags do deep under her eyes, the color was muted from her face and her hair was a mess.
She shut the door and found her way right into his waiting arms.
Just his smell was enough to lull her into a sense of peace. Her body became jelly in his arms.
“C’mon, lets go to bed,” he whispered into her hair after placing a kiss there.
She didn’t protest.
All MC wanted to do was sleep, even if it meant unintentionally ruining their plans for dinner.
Rafael didn’t mind. He dragged her by the limp arms across the studio and to the bed, her eyes hooded and losing the fight.
He pulled back the covers and she fell right in, on her side, where she belonged. He smiled at how cute she looked before tucking her in and walking around to climb in behind her.
He wrapped himself around her and she melted into their embrace; his muscular arm the best pillow, his heat on her back relaxing her muscles, and his other arm wrapped around her waist keeping her safe.
MC was on the brink of sleep when she felt his lips above the shell of her ear.
"I love you”
It was soft and laden and if she could muster an ounce of strength she’d roll over and tell him it’s always been him.
She’d say it back first thing in the morning.
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Beating The Heat Again
Scott groans when he's nudged and he reaches up to pat Emir's head. The tiger rumbles softly and nudges the man some more and Scott pushes him away just enough to sit up and rub his eyes. Emir took up quite a bit of the bed, much like Quill, and Scott was very glad for the king sized bed. Now that they had Emir, there was absolutely no space for anyone else. It was plenty full with two grown men and a tiger, and it was really a good thing that Flynn was small enough to curl up by Quill's neck. At the tower, they had lots of space in their room to kick Emir off the bed if they needed or wanted to, but here at the lake house, Emir didn't have the floor space he needed so was always on the bed.
"Alright, come on." Scott yawns and gets up.
Emir steps off the bed after scruffing Flynn to follow Scott out of the bedroom, and the man quietly makes his way over to the master bedroom and cracks the door open. Inside, both Tony and Stephen were still comfortably asleep and baby Lucy was asleep in her crib. Valerie had recently been moved to her own room but from the looks of it, she had come in earlier in the morning since Scott could see her tucked under one of Stephen's arms between the sorcerer and Tony. It was slow progress keeping her in her room at her age but it was normal.
"Athena." Scott whispers and the wolf raises her head to look at him. "Come on, outside."
Athena yawns with a small whine at the end and carefully hops down from the bed to join Scott and the other two animals in the hallway. Once Scott silently shuts the bedroom door again, he walks downstairs to the back door and opens it for Emir who was much too big for the pet door Tony had installed for Athena. As soon as the animals are outside, he shuts the door and checks the time, deciding it was late enough to start the day by brewing some coffee. Seven was much more bearable than five, but Scott still wasn't much of a morning person. He'd probably doze on the couch until more people woke up.
"Get pushed out of bed by the beast again?" Bucky asks from the couch and Scott jumps.
"Geez, I didn't even see you there." Scott wills his thumping heart to calm. "It depends on which beast you're referring to." He adds.
"The one you just let out." The other man laughs.
Scott snorts. "Almost. He probably would have if I didn't wake up right away. What are you doing up? Nightmare?"
"No, actually. Just...woke up feeling well rested."
"Ugh. I wish. I still need at least another two hours of sleep."
Bucky laughs and Scott sits on the couch next to him and lays his head back. The soldier turned on the tv to play quietly in the background and Scott dozed lightly as the house slowly began to wake up. Of course, Tony was one of the first ones awake since he probably smelt the coffee brewing, and Sam was close behind. As they got their coffee, the animals came back inside and Scott looked up with an arched eyebrow when they all sprawled out on the floor panting.
"You guys play too hard or something?" Scott asks.
"It's supposed to be pretty warm today," Sam mentions. "There's probably going to be a lot of swimming."
"It's already hot enough that I want to do this," Tony grabs some ice from the freezer and dumps a few cubes into his coffee.
"Yeah, give me some of those too." Sam holds his mug out and the engineer drops a few cubes into his. "We shouldn't want to do that inside."
Tony looks up from his coffee and at the men in the living room and kitchen before it dawns on him. "It does feel a little warm in here…"
Scott watches him walk away to check the thermostat and hears him swear quietly to himself. Stephen came down next and he was carrying Lucy in just a diaper and Valerie was in a t-shirt and a pull up. Stephen...he already looked miserable. He was in a loose t-shirt and shorts and looked like he had woken up drenched in sweat. Scott was already using his shirt to try and cool off.
"Tony, it's way too hot in the house." Stephen says.
"I know honey. I think the AC is out. I'll go see if I can fix it." Tony responds as he sets his mug on the counter as he heads out the backdoor and Stephen gently shushes the girls when they whine.
"I know it's hot. Let's get you something cold." He says softly.
Scott and Bucky get up to help Stephen with the girls, and Scott pulls out the popsicles.
"Not ideal for breakfast, but considering the circumstances-" he stops when Stephen takes one and opens it.
"If it's this hot this early, it's only going to get worse." Stephen says as he hands one half to Valerie and puts Lucy in the highchair to help her suck on the other half. "Whatever helps them stay cool."
The teenagers are the next to come down and they all looked disheveled and sweaty. The boys were already wearing the least amount of clothes as possible, which meant their swim trunks, and Cassie had the same idea. She changed into her bikini with a thin bikini cover for some semblance of consideration for others, and even had Diana do the same. When they saw Scott holding popsicles, they all mumbled miserably and took one for themselves and spread out around the house to slowly eat their breakfast.
"What...the...hell?" Quill comes stumbling down last after the rest of the Avengers wake up and Scott sighs when he finds his husband in nothing but his boxers.
"I can't even get excited. It's too hot for that." Scott mumbles.
"We have to burn our mattress." Quill says. "It's soaked with sweat."
"Gross." Scott and Stephen say in unison.
The god mumbled something about cooling towels before he disappeared back upstairs, and everyone followed the kids lead by sprawling out wherever they could find space. No one went upstairs since heat rises, and they turned on the tv in an attempt to distract them all from the sweltering temperature. Even Bucky had the consideration to put ice in the pets' water bowls and they moved just enough to lay by the bowl and lazily lap at the water. No one had the energy to go outside and try to cool down in the lake.
"Ughhhh." Peter groans. "Mom, can't you open a portal to Mount Everest like you did before?"
"Someone get me my sling ring." Stephen leans back in his chair and tries to use his shirt to cool himself off.
Nobody got up straight away but eventually Natasha slowly rolled to her feet and braved the upstairs to get the sling ring. Someone had fans going full blast and nobody even knew where they came from but they were a small blessing until Peter came up with the Everest idea. Those and the cooling towels. Quill only had so many and they were soaked in ice water and given to the kids, and then he found a spot as far away from everybody as he could get.
"It's hell upstairs." Natasha mumbles as she walks down and hands the sling ring over to Stephen.
He thanks her as he slips it on and just a few hand movements later, tiny gateways to Mount Everest were opened all over the house. There was a collective sigh of relief and soon enough, everyone had garnered enough energy to sit up. Stephen even managed to bring himself to clean the girls up and help Valerie down from her chair so she can go sit with William and watch tv. He let Steve take Lucy while he and Scott made some ice cold lemonade, and Scott handed the glasses out to everyone inside while Stephen braved the outside to take a glass out to Tony.
"Man, the A/C picked the worst time to break down." Pietro says. "Think Stark is crispy already?"
"Maybe." Sam gulps down his lemonade. "I don't think I've ever been so glad to have Stephen and his sling ring.
"Just don't stick any body parts in the portals." Bruce warns. "If Stephen decides to close them, you'll lose that body part."
"Don't even think about it Quill." Scott says immediately before even looking at his husband.
When he did, the celestial was pulling his hand away from the nearest portal.
"What? I can regenerate them!" Quill says.
"It'll still hurt you moron." Sam rolls his eyes.
"That's true."
"You guys want to go swimming?" Cassie asks.
"Might as well give it a shot." Thomas shrugs and the teens get up and head outside.
They even took Diana and Valerie but the adults weren't worried. Cassie and William would keep a close eye on them. Everyone else continued to watch tv, make more drinks, and some even pulled out the board games. Monopoly was the chosen game played by Scott, Sam, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky. And then there was a dirtier card game which was played by everyone else not watching tv. When Lucy took an interest in the small pieces on the monopoly board, Steve handed her to Natasha since she was playing the card game and it was much safer for her to chew on. The baby had no interest in the cards though and was content to chew on the teething ring someone dug out of the freezer for her.
After another hour, both Tony and Stephen finally came back inside and the engineer went straight upstairs for a cold shower and the sorcerer closed the portals as the air conditioning kicked on. Fortunately the house didn't warm back up before it could start cooling down and everyone remained comfortable. Even the pets.
"So is the lake enough to keep the kids cool?" Bruce asks.
"They say it is, but I'm sure they'll be in soon anyway. It's boiling out there." Stephen wipes his face. "I think I'll go join Tony. A cold shower sounds nice."
"Take your time making another baby. I'm sure even Tony can still get it up in a cold shower." Natasha laughs and Stephen rolls his eyes as his climbs the stairs.
"I hate you all."
"Love you too Mom!" Everyone calls out in unison.
"Quill, would you please go put some pants on now?" Sam complains.
"I dunno. I'm pretty comfy like this."
"Quill, go put some pants on." Scott says and the god huffs and gets up to go upstairs.
Pietro throws his wrist out and makes a whipping noise and a few people cackle. Quill returned with shorts on, but nobody complained since it was still a step up from just his boxers, and they kind of pitied him too. He ran warmer than the rest of them so he was probably still a little bit uncomfortable and would be until the house was completely cooled down. Stephen and Tony returned looking refreshed and dressed in light clothing and Tony sat on the couch after taking Lucy from Natasha. Stephen went back over to the kitchen to make a proper meal, which Bucky got up to help with.
"I've got it. You play your game." The sorcerer waves the soldier away.
"Oh, I'm out. Scott took every penny I had and I've been sitting and watching for the past half hour." Bucky says.
"Did he get Boardwalk and Park Place?"
"In two trips around the board. Lucky bastard." Bucky snorts. "Wanda might be next."
"Not might." Scott snickers when the woman pushes all of her money over to him and gets up.
Wanda looks at Emir and points at Scott. "Go get your daddy. He's lonely."
The tiger got up and lumbered over to Scott and the man protested loudly as Emir made himself comfortable by laying half of his body on Scott's lap. It took some readjusting, but the tiger was able to stay and Scott was able to keep playing the game, especially since Emir somehow managed not to bump the board.
"Not a house cat." Scott wheezed out in the middle of it all, making everyone laugh.
"I'll cut up the watermelon." Bucky offers as he takes it out of the fridge. "Pretty sure the kids will enjoy it when they come back inside."
"Watermelon slices on a hot summer day is a staple." Steve agrees and pushes his money toward Scott as well. "Sam, I wouldn't even bother drawing this out."
"Don't tell me what to do. I can still win." Sam grunts.
"You literally have fifty-three dollars to speak of."
"It can still happen!"
"It's true." Tony says. "I was in a similar situation but I only had six dollars and a get out of jail free card."
"That sound like something that could have happened during your bachelor days." Natasha snorts.
Tony looks at her, thinks about it, then shrugs.
"Probably happened then too."
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