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sunaswife · 4 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

A/N: I made some new friends who are fellow writers on discord and my heart I— 🥺 cookie if you’re reading this be the ryu to my saeko

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter five

“And the champions are MSBY Black Jackals! Y/N, was that an amazing game or what?!” Your co-commentator said as he turned to you. “That was probably one of the best games I’ve seen all season. I find it crazy that I managed to see the first game Ninja Shoyo and Tobio had against eachother in middle school and Tobio’s team won by a landslide but now watching them both after all this time? Wow it’s just amazing. The Jackals deserve this win.” You said and he nodded.

When the game ended you saw your kids run up to Bokuto and Atsumu and you mentally groaned as the sound tech tried to remove the headset and the wireless mic from your pants. You then sighed in relief when Hinata hugged them both and took them away. Jamie took a picture of Hinata and your kids because he wanted to post a before and after of when they looked like little potatoes.

You didn’t have a chance to go back to your kids or even congratulate Hinata. You were swiftly taken away by Kuroo and the rest of the team for a quick meeting. Your face turned bright red when they all praised you for doing an amazing job and how intriguing you made the match sound. You knew a lot of the monster generation due to nationals and training camps and your cousin and the people loved how you talked a little more about how much their favorite players have grown since you’ve been there to see it all.

When the meeting ended you texted Jamie to meet you in the hallway near the locker rooms. Tobio wasn’t answering your texts and you wanted to see if he wanted to come over to your home so you could all eat and watch a movie to end the first day of your new job. Tobio is probably upset about his loss but he acknowledged how much stronger Hinata has gotten so he probably shouldn’t be too beaten up about it.

The hallway was empty occasionally a few workers passed by. Kuroo wanted to speak with you after but he was held back by other responsibilities and he asked to call you and you nodded with a soft smile. So now you waited alone for Tobio, Jamie and your kids to make their way.

You heard a few foot steps so you turned to see familiar faces and If seeing Atsumu today wasn’t good enough imagine seeing his twin and your ex boyfriend?

It’s too soon.

You quickly turned your head and started walked to where the locker rooms were and the footsteps moved faster. “Kageyama wait!” Suna said, his voice was deeper and he pleaded so desperately. You close your eyes and stop walking. Their footsteps slowed and you turned around. Even in heels you were facing his chest. He certainly looks ever more fit in person then in pictures you managed to see on the internet. His hair was slightly shorter but he was handsome as ever. You slowly looked up to meet his fox like eyes and it felt like forever.

“Um...hi..how’s everything?” You asked awkwardly, “Everything is fine I guess. I went pro.” He said quietly and you smiled. His eyes softened, you looked so beautiful and mature. You now wore your hair down, in beautiful curls. You’re wearing heels, high heels. You also are wearing a little more makeup then what you used to wear in highschool but you still looked breathtakingly beautiful. He saw you doing your thing up there in the commentator stand and he was beyond proud how how far you’ve come and he hopes you’re just as proud of him.

“That’s wonderful, Suna.” You said softly and his heart clenched.

No.

Call me Rintarou, Rin, babe, anything but Suna.

“Hello, Kageyama. It’s been a long time.” Osamu spoke up and you turned to him. “It has, how’s everything?” You asked him. “Finally took the culinary path, I own a restaurant called Onigiri Miya.” He said. “That’s amazing. I’m so happy for both of you but I really need to go—“

“So soon? We were looking for you everywhere.” Suna said quickly, “Tsumu told us you were here.” Osamu said and you gritted your teeth. “Son of a bitch can’t keep his mouth shut.” You huffed. Their eyes widened, since when did you have a potty mouth?

“How long have you been a commentator?” Suna asked, “This was my first pro match. I used to be a ref for highschool, middle school and elementary teams.” You said and he nodded. You heard little footsteps at a fast pace and children’s laughter.

Holy shit.

This is not good.

Oh my god.

“I told you kids to stop running!” You heard Jamie and the two men turned to see Jamie chasing after those two brats from earlier. “Jamie?” Osamu said in disbelief. “Where’s mommy? She said she’ll be here. I wanna tell her that Rubens asked me to marry him.” Akira said and your eyes widened. Your daughter looked up and she screamed. “ITS MIYA ATSUMU!” She yelled, “I get to see you again!” She said as she ran. “Akira don’t run without me!” Rini yelled. Before your daughter could come tackle Osamu you quickly made your way between the two men and you scooped them both up in one swift motion. “How many times have I told you guys to not run in the halls?” You said with your back facing the two men.

The secret was out. You’re screwed. There is nothing you can do now. “A lot.” They said deafeated in unison. “And how many times have I told you to stop bulldozing people?” You asked. “A lot.” They replied robotically.

“Then why do you both keep misbehaving? When I’ve told you many times not to.” You said and set them down.

“Sorry, mommy.”

“Mommy?” Suna asked, your twins finally turned a bit to see who that mystery man was and they gasped.

“Yeah, I’m their mom.” You cleared your throat and you turned and straighten your posture.

“The cats out of the bag.” Atsumu said as he leaned against the wall. Since when has he been there?

“Oh—ok..” he said quietly. Now he knows he doesn’t have a chance anymore. Whoever you’re with is lucky to have you as a wife and the mother of their children. But he should have known, you’re a catch. Who wouldn’t want you as their wife?

“Mommy, is he our dad.” Rini spoke and you almost choked. Atsumu actually spit his water and Jamie and Osamu almost fainted.

Wait what?!

“The what?” Suna asked. “Rini no—“ you said quickly. “He’s not? But we look the same. And you have a photo of him in your box under your—“ “That’s enough.” You cut him off. You didn’t like using that tone with him or Akira but you don’t know how Suna is going to react.

“T-they’re mine?” Suna spoke up. “No—I mean yes—I mean. It’s complicated. Why don’t you give me your phone number and we can meet up privately and talk about it.” You said quickly. This was so embarrassing, and just awkward. Especially in front of everyone.

“It’s a simple question, Y/N. It’s either a yes or a no. Which is it so I can leave or I can get on the phone with my lawyer.” His whole demeanor changed and your kids hid behind your legs. His eyes narrowed at their actions. “Lawyer for what?” You asked. “Yes or no.” He ignored your question. Jamie took a step forward but Atsumu grabbed her shoulder to stop her and she quickly smacked it away.

“Yes, you’re their father.” You said and he sighed and rubbed his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He immediately asked. “I tried to.” You told him. “When?” He asked. “A week before I was due.” You replied. “Which was what..? In September? I got a new number. How could you act so stupid.” He said and you gasped. “Excuse me?” You immediately got defensive. “You’re calling me stupid?” You asked. “Yeah well you could have found other ways if you really tried!” He said, “The twins didn’t change their numbers, you knew my address. There was no excuse for you to not tell me.” He said and you scoffed. “Sorry for being depressed that my first boyfriend started dating me over a stupid bet and I was traumatized from dealing with a pregnancy all on my own. Sorry for caring more about you—“

“How were you caring about me? Huh? Tell me!” He said with a raised voice. In all honesty you raised your voice first. “Rintarou, were you willing to give up everything? Volleyball, college, happiness, to raise two children? Were you willing to sleep on the cold floor in a cramped studio apartment, wishing you had enough money to buy yourself a bed. But you needed to feed your kids and buy them clothes. Tell me rin, would you have done that?” You screamed. “Would you be willing to suffer and deal with strangers and family members telling you how stupid and how much of a whore you were for having children so young. I didn’t tell you so that I save you from that. So you could do this.” You motioned. “So you could go pro and live your dream. Believe me Suna I was going to tell you eventually. When I had a feeling you were ready.” You said.

“I did this for you.” Your voice cracked.

“Mommy we’re sorry. We don’t need a dad, let’s go home.” Rini spoke up and he pulled your pants leg. “When you cry it makes me cry mommy, please stop.” Akira’s voice shook. You reached down to rub their heads.

“Well, Rin. There you have it. There you all have it.” You said and glanced at the twins and at Tobio and Hinata who were peering over the wall. You pressed under your eyes to stop the tears. “If you want to be in their life, let me know. If not then don’t waste my time and ask me stupid questions. I did what I did for a reason, not because I was being petty.” You spoke up.

So what should he do?

He just stood there in complete shock. So you took that as your answer. “Well if you excuse me, it’s late and I need to get my kids in bed. They have school tomorrow.” You said and held their hands as you passed by Suna and Osamu, you didn’t dare look at Atsumu and Hinata and Kageyama’s heart broke when they saw the single tear fall down your face.

You didn’t look back, but your kids did. And they looked at their father with so much hurt and betrayal. They’re homeschooled, you as their mother and teacher get to decide what they learn. Normal kindergartners learn how to spell their names and read. But they’re already advanced, I mean you were the top student in your class. Made sense you’d turn your children into kid geniuses. They were already fluent in English as well, and they read a lot. Not because they have to but they genuinely like it. Akira can sit for hours and Rini did too but after a few pages he starts rambling and giving a book report about all the interesting things he read.

They’ve read books and seen shows and movies of a perfect family. A son, a daughter, a mother, a father, and a dog or cat.

That’s all they wanted.

They wanted a complete family. They want to see their father reach up to the highest shelf to help you grab some plates, and they wanted him to read them books, they even wanted to know if their father liked listening to old rock bands and watching anime like you and them.

They wanted to know if there was anything similar between their father and them other than appearance. But they would never know that. They finally saw Rin turn and he looked at those two kids, it’s honestly scary how similar they look to him. He took a step towards you, but before they could tell you, you turned the corner and they decided it was best to just drop it.

They didn’t need a dad anyways, right?

They’re doing just fine with a single mom.

They’re just feeling selfish, right?

But they don’t understand, they’re only five.

A/N: childhood trauma at its finest smh I’m in tears why tf do u still read this shit 😫😭

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catfe-overlord · 4 years

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“Cold”

Part 2

Read part 1 here

::In which Bakugou and Kirishima are still trapped in a cave, slowly freezing to death, and luck doesn’t seem to be in their favor today as things only go downhill::

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It was probably the sound of teeth chattering that woke him. That didn’t make much sense because he was surprisingly warm in his sleeping bag.

Then it dawned on him. Kirishima.

Bakugou sat up, ignoring the pain that spiked through his back. The fire was nearly out, and Kirishima stood over it attempting to bring it back to life. Even in the dull light Bakugou could see how pale his boyfriend was.

“Dumbass!” Bakugou spat. “If you were this cold you should have told me!”

He looked over at Bakugou with sad puppy eyes. It made Bakugou seethe, disgusted by how fucking adorable it was. Kirishima had no business being that cute.

“You looked so peaceful,” Kirishima admitted. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You’re freezing, idiot. Take the stupid sleeping bag before I beat you to death.”

Bakugou wiggled out of the bag before Kirishima could protest. He kicked it over to the redhead, who only looked guilty accepting it. Nonetheless, he knew Bakugou enough to know he wasn’t joking around. Kirishima looked like a ghost, and that was putting it lightly. His skin was deathly white and his lips were a disturbing shade of purple. The dark, dried blood that trailed down the side of his face only helped to make him look paler. There was a slight tremble to his shoulders Bakugou couldn’t ignore.

“Sit down and get warm,” Bakugou demanded, forcing himself to stand without the use of his arms. “I’m going to get the fire going again.”

“Without using your quirk.”

“Tch. I will if I have to.”

“You’ll only hurt yourself—”

“I don’t give a damn!” Bakugou shouted through gritted teeth. “My arms aren’t as important as our lives.”

“I get that, Kats, but what about your quirk? If you hurt your arms bad enough that you can’t use your quirk again, your hero dream is over.”

Bakugou frowned. “I wouldn’t be much of a hero if I couldn’t even save the guy I loved.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to respond but clamped it shut again. A soft smile spread over his lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.”

He finally climbed into the sleeping bag and parked himself beside the dying fire. He melted into the fabric, and the teeth chattering slowly silenced. “Wow,” Kirishima breathed, “it’s still warm from you. I didn’t realize how cold I was.”

Bakugou knew Kirishima must have been freezing because without the insulated sleeping bag Bakugou could feel just how much the temperature dropped since the avalanche. “Ei, how long have we been in here?”

“Mm, maybe a couple hours? I’m not sure. The communicator still isn’t working, so I haven’t caught word from anyone yet.”

Bakugou huffed. He really hoped the class hadn’t assumed they were dead. After so long without answers, Bakugou wouldn't be surprised if any of them started to feel dread. He knew his classmates well enough to know they wouldn’t give up though.

With his left arm, which hurt a little less than his right, he scooped up Kirishima’s flashlight off the ground and clicked it on. He headed deeper into the cave in search of more sticks, hearing a faint, “Be careful!” from behind him, which he responded to with a grunt.

Fucking rocks everywhere. That’s all he could find! He was beginning to lose hope when he finally came across a branch long dead and speckled with crisp leaves.

He started kicking the thing back towards the fire, figuring he didn’t want to drag it back and hurt his arms more. The pain had lessened to a dull throbbing, but using his arms now would only bring it back tenfold.

He finally reached the fire and started stomping on the branch to break it up into smaller sticks. Once pleased with his work, he sat with his legs criss-crossed and used his left arm to toss branches into the flames one by one. The fire was already coming back to life.

“Good job, dude!” Kirishima congratulated him from where he was snuggled up in the sleeping bag. He scooted closer to Bakugou until their shoulders touched.

“Hungry?” Bakugou asked, leaning into Kirishima. He could feel the slightest warmth radiating from him.

“Honestly, yeah,” Kirishima answered. “I didn’t eat much today. A couple protein bars and an apple.”

Flatly, Bakugou said, “Eijirou.”

“I know, I know. ‘Take better care of yourself, blah, blah.’ I would’ve eaten better if I’d known we wouldn’t be back in time for dinner. Didn’t expect to wind up trapped in a cave when I ran out the door this morning.”

Bakugou scowled. It was because of him they were in this mess after all. If he’d just used his damn brain, Kirishima wouldn’t be freezing to death or starving or bleeding from the head!

Kirishima nudged him. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t your fault, Blasty.”

Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki—

Both boys stiffened at the sudden voice echoing in their heads. It was a feminine voice, and strangely the woman was speaking directly into Bakugou’s brain, not his ears. He noted the voice sounded distantly familiar as it continued to coil through his mind.

This is Mandalay of the Wild, Wild Pussycats. If you can hear this message, just sit tight. We’re on our way. It may be awhile before we can reach you, so do your best to survive. Keep warm and stay alert. The mountain is more unstable than anyone realized. A second avalanche is likely, but we’ll try to have you both to safety before it comes to that. We’re doing everything we can. Mandalay, over and out.

Bakugou’s mouth felt suddenly dry. He remembered those damn Pussycat heroes from the training camp where the League managed to snag him. Mandalay was the most normal of the bunch of freaks, Pixie-Jo or whatever the fuck her name was had been a total creep, and he wasn’t around the other two weirdos enough to even remember their names.

“The tracker must be working,” Kirishima breathed, more likely thinking out loud than talking to Bakugou. He slumped against his boyfriend, letting his head rest against Bakugou’s shoulder. “They’re coming for us.”

Bakugou grunted his reply. He reached past Kirishima for the backpack, but a sharp pain shot from his wrist to his elbow. He drew back too fast, only managing to worsen the pain. He bit his lip to hold back a yelp.

“Babe! Hey, you alright?” Kirishima was asking then, whipping his arms out of the sleeping bag to cradle Bakugou as he held his arm tight against his chest. “No more using your arms. If you need something, just ask me next time.”

“‘Kay,” Bakugou spoke through clenched teeth. He would’ve argued if anyone else were here, but it was just Kirishima. He knew not to push it. He didn’t like making Kirishima mad.

The redhead pulled the bag to them and dug out the thermos. After he unscrewed the cap, a plume of steam rose from the mouth of the can. “Wow, still warm.”

“Good,” Bakugou breathed out through a sigh. “It’ll help warm up our cores. Help us stay alive.”

Kirishima nodded against him. He took a long sip from the thermos, then passed it to Bakugou. “Cheers.”

Bakugou chuckled at that, but the sound was strained. He accepted the soup, downing a few gulps himself.

There was a strange rumble then. Bakugou stiffened at the sound of shifting rocks. Kirishima‘s grip on him tightened.

There were a few short moments of near perfect silence, despite the crackling of the fire. Bakugou swallowed, bringing himself to stand up. He had a bad feeling rising in his chest.

“Do you think that’s them? The Pros?” Kirishima asked quietly. “Our classmates?”

Bakugou pursed his lips. “I don’t think so, Ei.”

Then it happened all at once, so fast Bakugou could hardly process what was happening. He would’ve been killed if it wasn’t for Kirishima’s instantaneous reaction.

The rumbling was loud, so loud, and the ground was shaking and the ceiling was practically coming down. Bakugou stumbled and tripped over the backpack, throwing his hands out to protect himself.

He screamed at the pure agony that shot through his arms, the sound ripping through his throat. All he could think about was pain, pain, pain.

Kirishima dove on top of him, his body hardened from head to toe. He braced himself on his hands and knees, taking each blow from the ceiling as it crumbled.

The light of the fire disappeared, and the boys were consumed in darkness. The cave went silent and still, as well as Bakugou’s mind.

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Read part 3 here

IM SORRY... for how long it took me to post this. Not for tormenting our two best boys of course 👀

Yeah, I had a lot of problems with the program I was using to write this (kept telling me there was a merge error ?? And deleting random bits of my work ?????) so I’ve switched over to Google Docs and so far that’s working well for me. It’ll take some getting used to, but worth the change so long as it doesn’t randomly delete my writing 😤 (yes I’m a little salty about it)

ANYWAY ! Thanks for the read, and I’ll have the final part posted soon! I started another fic that I think y’all might like,,,,, maybe,,,, hopefully ?? Yep yep KiriBaku of course.

9/14/2020

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Pure Blood 37 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

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Chapter 36 Chapter 38

"Oh, my God. I'm blind!"

"Only you can congratulate me like that,” says Lily laughing.

"Wow, look at that rock" I grab her left hand. “Wait, when did this happen? And why didn't we know anything?"

"Oh, not again,” says James entering the room.

“It's nothing personal, Persephone. It was just us at James's house…”

“She’s wrong, it is personal. We didn't tell you anything, and we didn't tell Sirius, you can't keep a secret,” Lily slaps his arm.

"I'm offended!”

"I'm sorry.”

I sigh.

"Okay I guess,” I cross my arms and sit on the couch.

"Did they already tell you?" Sirius enters and mimics my actions. “And I thought I had a best friend. In fact, I no longer have friends. Remus and Peter did know.”

"What?"

“And you know who else? Jenna and Marlene. No wonder even the Longbottoms know about it before we do!”

"Oh, stop crying," says James.

“This is high treason, James. We can’t not cry.”

"Could you just congratulate us?" asks Lily making a puppy face. I wince, but then I get up.

"Congratulations on marrying the most blind and stupid person in the world,” I say hugging her. She laughs. I walk up to James and hug him. "Congratulations on marrying the most dramatic redhead in the world."

"Ha! Look who says it!” He answers and I push him when we part.

Sirius stands in front of James with his arms crossed.

“Come on, Paddie. You have to congratulate me. I'm going to get married and I need a best man,” He opens his arms.

Sirius looks surprised.

“Isn't it Remus?"

"Don't tell him, but you’re my favorite.”

With just those words, Sirius lunges into James's arms. A very… rare moment, but it doesn't surprise me.

“They already ruined the moment. Would you like to be part of my bridesmaids? " Lily whispers to me.

I don't want to do the same as Sirius, it would be very embarrassing, but I can't help it.

"I-really?" My eyes water. She nods.

“I know we haven't had a good start, but I think we're both ready to forget everything and move on. I want you there and not just as a guest, after all, you helped James.”

She hugs me. I reciprocate without being able to avoid crying. Never ever in my life did I imagine being in this situation.

"I would love to, Lily.”

We part, we wipe the tears and laugh. I turn to my left and the two fools keep hugging as if the world depends on it.

***

"I must say, I was expecting a mess," I say sitting down on the couch. Sirius's apartment is strangely tidy and even bright.

"Ask the others and no one will deny that I am the tidiest of the four,” He hands me a bottle of beer and sits next to me. "You like it?"

The apartment is a good combination of magical things and Muggle things. Pictures and other decorations that represent Sirius' style very well. I must admit that he has a good taste in decoration, unlike me who could not even decorate my room at Apollo's house and at my parents' house, I had no other choice.

“It's perfect.”

I can't help but imagine living here with him. Just the two. He has not insisted on moving, but my mind takes care of it.

"You did a great job,” I comment.

“I had help from Fleamont, James and Remus. But, well, it was my idea. Besides, I couldn't have done it without Alphard,” he says nostalgically. I take his hand.

"He would be proud of you,” he nods with a smile.

“Also of you. You've made a great effort with therapy. Jane told me that you only need a couple more to be good to go…”

"What can I say? Listening to all these voices asking me how I am, if I need something, if I can walk and move my arm without crying, in addition to having a baby drooling on my cheek every time it hurts, it is a great help to move on.”

He laughs.

“Speaking of drooling babies, James asked me to buy some things for the wedding. Will you accompany me to Diagon Alley?"

I frown.

"The wedding is still a long way off?”

“That's what I said, but I didn't expect James to be the Groomzila at the wedding. He seemed very nervous, so I didn't want to tell him anything else that might upset him.”

“Okay," I chuckle.

We both appear in a few seconds in the alley. All afternoon we were buying some things for James, for the apartment and we could not miss the sweets.

At one point, Sirius stays at the Quidditch shop while I got distracted in a clothing store.

It's nice to spend the day like this, just the two of us and even have moments alone without planning it. I take my time looking at some dresses. I buy a pair and as soon as I leave the store, I hear a squeal.

"Yes, there it is! My beautiful, beautiful girlfriend!” He says grabbing my waist, pulling me closer to him. I look at him confused. "You see? I've already settled down and I don't need another person.” He says nervously and then kisses my temple.

I don’t understand anything. I look forward, meeting two quite surprised girls. I recognize one of them.

"Danny?" I ask the brown haired girl.

"Hey, Persephone!” She smiles hugging me.

"You know each other?" The other two girls and Sirius ask at the same time.

"Yeah, we were both in Slytherin," She points out.

"What's wrong?" I ask Sirius.

"Nothing! We weren't doing anything, I never did anything!” He answers, upset.

Danny laughs next to me.

"I must say I never expected to see the great Sirius Black so nervous," She turns to see me. “My friends and I found him at the Quidditch shop and decided to talk to him. It hasn't been long since we left school. To tell the truth, we thought he was single…”

"No offense, but he was alone,” says another girl with black hair. "We didn’t think that a womanizer could change and less with the only Singh who’s not worthy,” She scoffs. I clench my teeth but smile.

“Well, now you know. We’re together.”

"For now,” She mimics my smile.

I shake my head.

“I’m not playing this game. We're out of school, I don't think it's the best thing to keep fighting and even less for a boy.”

"Hey," Sirius complains.

The girl laughs.

“Even though we’re no longer at Hogwarts, you are still the girl who disappointed her family, do you think that your great secret was going to be hidden forever? I'm not even surprised. Ever since you started a friendship with Mudblood Evans, I knew it was only a matter of time…”

I frown as the others watch us uncomfortable.

“Listen, I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you care so much about my life. Maybe yours is boring, but that doesn't mean you should spit out your poison.”

"It's part of the charm, honey," She laughs. "Who would have thought that Trixie was right all this time!”

"What!?" Sirius and I say at the same time.

"Hello guys!”

Trixie the devil is in front of us, smiling like she has won a contest. Sirius and I step back and hold hands.

"Please, not again," The boy groans.

"Oh, come on. I know we had our differences, but I’m tired of this game,” She looks at me. "It was about time your parents realized what a danger you are,” then looks at Sirius. "And it's a shame that your family left you alone in the world, dear Sirius, but I have been told that Regulus has done a great job!”

I really want to feel anger and rage towards the girl, but I’m still shocked to see her.

"Don't you get tired of repeating it?" Sirius asks "I don't think the story with our families is that important now.”

“Oh, Sirius. You don't have an idea,” Trixie smiles. She eyes me from top to bottom, then looks back at Sirius. “I could help you,” she says flirtatiously. At that moment I react.

"Thank you, but no thank you, we're good.”

She sighs ignoring me.

"This is your time to leave Persephone.”

"He won’t do it and less with someone like you.”

"Come on, who wants to be in a relationship with a girl who doesn't know how to obey when he can be with me?"

"I'd rather eat a snake," Sirius comments.

"We don't need you, not you or your friends, I don't know what her name is," He scowls.

"We're not interested in your plans, Sirius and I couldn't be better." I raise my eyebrows. "Actually, we’re in the process of moving in together."

Trixie raises an eyebrow.

"What?" says the black haired girl and Sirius.

“Yes and we don't have much time. We're very busy, we can't wait to get everything ready and well, you know, get everything, right, honey?" I look at Sirius who looks like his eyes are about to pop out.

"Uh, yeah. We have to go,” He answers.

Trixie laughs.

"Well, it's sad to see one more boy run into the void,” She sighs, looks at her friend with black hair and they both leave, leaving Danny.

“In my defense, the other girl is my cousin and I had no choice. Besides, I warned them,” She points to them, smirking.

"You have hope,” I tell her.

"Maybe, but I think they have been humiliated enough," She says. “But congrats, guys,” She smiles.

"Yes, it’s a big surprise,” says Sirius next to me. I avoid his gaze.

"Oh, and I found out that Potter and Evans are finally getting married! About time, at Hogwarts we made bets to see if at some point they would get together or kill each other,” I appreciate that she changes the subject.

"I never won," I complain. She laughs.

“I think my presence is no longer required and I must go take care of the two snakes. It was good to see you guys!” She says.

When we are alone, Sirius stands in front of me.

"Of all the ways you could say yes to the move, I never thought it’d be like that and less in front of the devil,” I thought he was going to be angry, but his mocking smile tells me otherwise. “But did you mean it or was it just to mark your territory? Which, I must say, was quite… interesting– to see you jealous,”He raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes.

"It wasn't about you."

“Sure."

“Whatever," I cross my arms and hear him laugh. I make a face. “But, I was serious, I've been thinking about it and there are more things in favor than against and I have healed enough.”

“So," He cups my cheek. "Will you move in with me?"

“Yes," He smiles and kisses me slowly.

"Oh, I can't wait to tell everyone!” He teases causing my cheeks to burn. He lets out a laugh, but it doesn't last long. He now he makes a face.

"What?"

"Now that I think about it, we may have our first argument," He says sheepishly.

"Now what did you do?"

“Oh, it's not exactly what I did, just maybe, maybe… you don't have closet space.”

I step away confused.

"How many clothes can you have Sirius?"

"You'll be surprised.”

***

"It smells delicious!” says Andy entering the apartment.

"Courtesy of Sirius and Lily!” I smile at her.

"This is my husband, Ted,” She introduces a tall blond man with a warm smile. "And this little girl is Nymphadora!” She says, revealing a girl with purple hair. She seems very shy and she doesn't want to get away from her mother, so she doesn't pressure her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you,” I step aside to let them pass.

"Andy!" Sirius yells before hugging his cousin.

"Uncle Siri!” The girl demands Sirius's attention when she separates from her mother.

"What?" He says surprised. "Who are you?"

“Dora," She answers with an amused smile.

“No-uh, my pretty niece Dora is still just a baby! And what I see here is a big girl!”

"I am the bit girl!" She squeals raising her arms. Sirius carries her and they both share a big hug.

After the introductions, Sirius and Lily announce that dinner still needed more time, so we all sit in the small room.

"It's great to see how much you've accomplished," Andy tells Sirius. "I'm very proud of my Siri!” She says squeezing the boy's cheek. We all laugh at his complaints.

"So responsible, our dear Siri,” snorts James.

"What about you, dear Jamie?" Andromeda says. James blushes. "Graduated and about to get married!”

"Very important adult things, without a doubt, Andromeda,” He replies, feigning maturity. She frowns. "And as an adult I ask you to please not call me, Jamie.”

"Impossible, Jamie.”

James complains.

"At least Remus isn't here, it would be worse…”

"Don't worry, Prongs, I'll inform him about your new nickname,” Sirius replies.

“Oh, yeah! Lupin, where is he? " Andromeda asks.

"Uh, he's busy," I say hiding my nervousness from her.

"Yeah, he has a little furry problem," Sirius says.

"Do you have a puppy?" Dora asks.

"Something like that.”

The others keep talking, Andy, Sirius and Lily talk about dinner, while James talks to Ted about Fleamont's inventions. So I’m left alone with the six-year-old girl.

"So, Dora," I begin. She looks at me. “When you arrived your hair was purple, but now it’s blue.”

“Yes, sometimes it happens. I’m a metamorphomagus, that means I can change the color of my hair whenever I want!” She explains making me laugh.

"That's great!”

"Do you believe it? Some children think it’s something strange,” She says.

"Oh no. I think it's the coolest thing I've ever seen. What other colors can you do?"

“I like the way pink looks! Look,” She closes her eyes and little by little her hair turns bubblegum pink.

We both laugh and keep trying other colors.

The night passed quietly between the delicious dinner, stories, jokes and conversations that only the walls within the apartment will know.

Only until it was too late, the Tonks must go. Ted carries a sleeping Dora, but before they leave the place, Andromeda looks at the four with concern.

“I know that everything has been very nice in your lives these last few months. I wish everything were fine, but Dumbledore will soon notify you of a new meeting. You-Know-Who no longer wants to be in the shadows and it’s better to prepare,” She looks at us with a sad smile. “The most important thing is to be together. You should also let Peter and Remus know.”

“We will, Andy. Thanks,” She nods and the three of them leave.

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Congratulations on your followers, babe, can't wait to watch it grow more 😘 What about "you've never been loved before, I can tell" with an nsfw twist with our sexy, filthy coach Ukai?

Oh wow, damn, thank you so much! x Here’s some sad smut!

ANGST 1 - UKAI: “You’ve never been loved before, I can tell.” Contains: Break-up angst, alcohol, 18+

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So, that’s what it feels like. The thought dances in your mind as you take another drag of a cigarette, menthol, not yours. You remember how sweet his kisses were on your skin, between your legs, lips sucking and teeth nipping. You exhale smoke as you think of his thick yet nimble fingers curling over and over inside you, winding a coil, making you clench until it snapped and sprung loose. You can still picture the fireworks that had exploded behind your closed eyes, the colours dazzling. You’ve never seen those before.

The handsome stranger taps your elbow where it’s bent, his head on your stomach while you lay together in the aftermath. Your free hand plays with his blond hair, already spiked but now even more toussled with sex. The piercings in his ears glint in the dim glow of the bedroom. You remember how you ran your fingers along his scalp, tugging harshly at his locks as his cock sunk into you: solid, weighted and grounding. You bring the shared cigarette to his lips and watch his golden eyes shut as he inhales, and with his exhale, you remember his moans, and your bliss, when he painted your silken walls white, a new start.

***

You met him in a speakeasy, the kind that had red lights and a crooner bubbling out old school blues. You sat on one end of the bar, drinking a gin-grapefruit surprise; he sat on the other, sipping whiskey, neat, holding a cigarette between fingers so long you were mesmerised, instantly thinking of how they’d feel against your skin.

Don’t think about that. It’s too soon.

He caught you staring. You looked away. He introduced himself and you accepted his offer to whisk you out of the bar and back to his place.

Ukai comes to a halt and you smack into his broad back, getting a whiff of his spicy cologne. It takes over your mind, invading your senses, heightening your intoxicated state considerably. You’re about to take a step back when he drags you closer with a light hearted chuckle, arm around the curve of your waist, squeezing tight before releasing to open the door.

“This is me,” he says, flicking on the lights as he steps inside, holding the door open for you. You take an off balance step past his threshold, to which he steadies you, fingers warm against your forearm. “Here, let me help you take these off.”

He’s already kneeling at your feet before you can protest. I’m not that drunk, you want to say, but the feeling of his calloused palm on your calf sucks all the words down your throat and into your core. You distract yourself by looking around the room, eyes catching a few medals, a golden trophy with a ball on it, team photographs. You step out of one high-heel. He is in a few of them as a player, but the most prominent are the ones where he seems to be standing with a few high schoolers, smiling, eyes closed. He’s a teacher, you realise, but then he kisses the side of your leg and you are all too aware of the proximity of his body, heat rising in your chest, both feet now flat on the floor.

Not yet, postpone it.

“So… you’re a coach?” you ask, gesturing at the memorabilia against his wall. He smiles against your leg, peering up at you with eyes that seem to melt, humming as he kisses the skin.

“Yeah, volleyball. I coach at Karasuno high,” he stands, height dwarfing yours, the smallest of smirks on his lips. “I used to play too.”

“What position?” You don’t know a thing about volleyball, but you’re anxious, making small talk, trying to delay falling into his arms. You want to, God, you did, so you’re unsure why.

It’s because you’re broken. That voice in your head sneers. You swallow.

“Setter,” he shrugs, a finger touching under your chin to tilt it up. There was a jolt of electricity behind that touch, it made you squirm, ache, need.

“What does that mean?” you breath out, drunk on his whiskey eyes and beginning to drip with his honeyed touch.

“It means,” he leans in close, and you smell temptation on his breath, “I’m good with my hands.”

No.

Yes.

You close the distance, arms wrapping around his neck as you place a solid kiss to his lips. They’re soft, pillows inviting you to stay and rest, and you quickly make it your home. His hands are on your body, tugging your waist against his chest, tightly so that you’re absorbing his body heat, his passion. Something clatters to the floor, a headband, as your fingers dance through the wild locks of his straw hair.

Pull away, he’ll hurt you too.

So you do, inhaling large gulps of air as you’ve forgotten to breath, almost suffocating with your thoughts. Ukai misreads it as an invitation to unzip your dress, his mouth moving down your jaw, neck, collarbones. This is new, fast, too soon, but the straps on your shoulders are pushed down your arms and you help him to shimmy out of your clothing, kicking it to the side.

You tug the bottom of his t-shirt, and he yanks it over his head in a fluid motion, freezing as he regards your face.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Your heart thumps at the sudden nickname. It’s kind, addictive, like candy or cigarettes, “you’re crying.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his white shirt to dab at your cheeks, uncaring at the black makeup stains left behind. You bring a hand up to check and he’s right.

“God, I’m sorry, we can stop. Let’s stop.” The stranger rambles, taking a step back from you. You don’t want to, not with him. It’s an odd feeling.

What about your ex?

“Ukai?” His name flies out of your lips like a prayer, and his body tenses, not expecting you to remember it from the brief meeting at the bar. “Touch me, please.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, his dark eyebrows pinching together as he assesses the situation, hesitant. You decide for him, stepping close to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. He seems to understand, to take it slow, those nimble fingers trailing up your spine, along your bare skin at an agonising pace. He’s being careful. You sigh into his chest, leaving kisses along his pecs, each one a little more urgent than the last. He doesn’t take the bait, strong hands caressing the sides of your waist, anchoring you to reality. They move up to press your upper back close, forearms and palms steering your chest against his.

His thumbs rubs circles into your flesh, inching upwards, making you moan into him, calm, soothed, blissful. When Ukai reaches the base of your neck, he pulls you away to see your face, shifting so that his thumbs wipe at the remainder of the makeup under your eyes.

“You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”

It’s a punch to the gut, sun on a snowy day, was it that obvious? He swallows your question with a kiss that’s tender, compassionate, all encompassing and focused. He pulls away and you’re dizzy, falling with his words.

“Let me show you what it’s like.”

Please.

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 3 years

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TATMILB, CHAPTER 4

Penelope spent her life writing love letters, which didn’t seem like a terrible idea until the letters were mailed out and Schneider received one of them. Hoping to fool their exes, they agree to fake a relationship. But are they lying to everyone around them, or to themselves? aka my To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before-inspired AU.

Penelope x Schneider, ODAAT. available on ao3 with extra author’s notes.

Chapter 4: Ben comes to Penelope’s door bearing a letter. Penelope explains the situation to Schneider over ice cream. She scoffs at his proposal but can’t wave it away so easily once she’s alone with her thoughts.

Dear Ben,

It’s been a really long time since I felt the way I did when I was with you--I know talking about it makes me sound like a giddy teenager.

But in so many ways, that’s how you made me feel. I was full of lighthearted happiness, hormones and that need to know everything about somebody that only happens at the beginning of a relationship.

The story of how we met sounds like a movie: I poured my heart out to you, thinking you were gay and couldn’t possibly be interested in me, and you turned the tables by asking me out. A night full of self-loathing and guilt led to a moment where I felt really attractive. And considering how hard life had been lately, especially in the romance department, it meant a lot that you looked at me in my emotional half-drunk state and saw someone worth getting to know.

All of that makes how we ended worse. I’m sorry for what happened with Victor, for how easily and how quickly I became a cliche--the ex-wife who takes back her apologetic husband, who believes and trusts when she shouldn’t...who gives up a good man for a familiar one.

We had fun while it lasted, didn’t we? It’s the what-ifs that haunt me now. The possibilities. Maybe you would have gotten along well with my family, when it was time for you to meet them. Maybe you would have been a good husband someday.

I know I don’t have the right to hold on to you, to the idea of us, when there was barely an us in the first place. Some nights, though, I pull out that mental picture and let myself live inside for it a little while. I still feel happy there. I wonder if you do, too.

Love, Penelope

****

“Ben!”

Penelope steadied herself by gripping Schneider’s arm, which also helped to steady him as they wobbled in the doorway after their near-collision.

She saw the letter Ben was holding, on yellow paper she remembered too well, and offered him an overly-bright smile, aiming it like a shield. “We’re actually just on our way out. Gotta go get dessert for the family before there’s chaos, y’know?”

Her laugh was as forced as her smile, but she ignored the look Schneider gave her and hoped Ben would buy it. He didn’t know her nearly as well; not everyone had Schneider’s keen eye for her tells.

“This is Schneider,” she added, shutting the door behind the two of them. She kept her grip on his arm, pulling him past Ben.

“Yeah, hi,” Schneider said, with a facial expression that could best be described as ‘trying to do calculus in his head.’ Great, Penelope thought, now she would have even more to explain to him once they made it free of the building. And Ben.

“Listen, I don’t want to hold you up,” her ex said, lifting the letter to her eyeline. “I just wanted you to know that I got it, but that I’m actually--well, I’m engaged now.”

“Oh, wow! That’s amazing! Congratulations,” she said, shaking his hand and trying to hurry along as though that would be the end of that.

“Penelope.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. I really enjoyed the time we spent together too. And I did think about you--about us. For a while. That was such a long time ago, though, and where my life is at these days...I’m really happy. I hope you will be soon.”

The hint of pity she detected got her attitude up, but if she made a scene it might bring the family out into the hall, which was the last thing she needed to add to this insanity. She exhaled through her clenched teeth instead.

“Thanks Ben, I appreciate that. I’m glad things are going well for you.”

“Anyway, I wanted to give you this back. It doesn’t feel right keeping it, while I’m planning my wedding to somebody else.”

“Alright. We really gotta go, but I hope the wedding goes great and it doesn’t rain. Best of luck to you both!” she half-shouted as she sped down the stairwell, not bothering to look behind her. Schneider would catch up, and she needed Ben to stop treating her like a crazy woman who was still nursing a crush on him years after they went on a handful of dates.

Not that her behavior in the hall was likely to make her seem more sane.

Her cheeks were burning as she exited the building, and she wished the air outside were cool enough to settle her racing heart. There was no denying it now--all of her letters must have been sent, every single mortifying one of them. Her innermost thoughts and feelings, directed at men who were never supposed to read them. This was beyond terrible. This was a catastrophe. This was--

“Pen! Wait up!” Schneider let the exit door slam shut behind him, making short work of the distance between them on the way to her car. “You know, I can’t go with you to get ice cream if you leave without me.”

“I know. Sorry.”

The scoop shop was only a five minute drive from their building, but it was a deeply uncomfortable five minutes, with Schneider watching her from the passenger seat and Penelope stuck on the image of Ben and his pretty, sympathetic face handing her back old dreams on paper.

She hoped he really was blissfully happy with his new fiancée. She hoped they had a long and happy marriage.

She hoped she never had to see him again.

****

Schneider managed to hold back as they waited in line at the shop, but he was restless next to her, filled with anxiety and questions. Penelope wasn't exactly in a hurry to explain; her nerves mirrored his.

“Let’s just order ours, okay?” She said before they approached the counter. “We can talk while we eat it, then get the rest to go after.”

Schneider nodded. “Sure. Whatever you want.” He ordered an oversized monstrosity, filled with a jumble of flavors and toppings that Penelope eyed with suspicion.

She got cherry gelato and frowned when he paid for them both, but didn’t bother arguing. She was the one who caused this whole mess--there wasn’t much point to starting a fight on top of it.

Schneider sat down across a corner table from her and made no move to touch his dessert. “Listen, Penelope, I’ve tried not to push. I kept quiet through dinner, I didn’t corner you in a moving vehicle, but I’m kinda out of patience now. What was that back there?”

“At...the hospital?”

It was stupid to try and buy herself more time. She wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous to talk to him--this was Schneider. He always understood even her craziest moments. Yet there she was, still stalling. Keep on digging that hole, Penelope.

“Yes, at the hospital, when you kissed me!” The last part came out louder than he’d intended, and Schneider looked around like they might be under surveillance, before continuing.

“What was that about?” he pressed. “I thought that I was pretty clear about where I stood, and then you kissed me anyway. No means no, Penelope!”

“Yes...you’re right.”

When he put it like that, she felt even worse than just embarrassed. If she found out Alex was going around kissing girls who told him they weren’t interested, she would be so pissed at him. She would read him the riot act. What could she possibly say to defend herself to the one man who understood that better than anybody-- who knew her behavior totally contradicted what she believed in?

“Sorry.” She watched her gelato melting in its little cup, swirling it with her spoon. “You’re right, there’s no excuse.”

“I don’t want an excuse--though the apology’s appreciated. I want an explanation. It doesn’t make any sense, what you did. And you always make sense. Come on, talk to me.”

“I don’t have a good explanation.” She sighed, trying her gelato before it was completely liquid. It didn’t taste as good as it would on a day when her life wasn’t unraveling. “It was out of character. No argument there. It just sort of happened.”

“But why?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she warned him, resigned to the fact that she couldn’t avoid this forever. He practically lived in their pockets--she couldn’t avoid him in general.

“You just made out with me,” he shot back. “I already know you’re crazy.”

“It was one kiss! I did not make out with you.” She dug into her gelato more emphatically, letting him sit with his own melting dish for a minute, almost as annoyed at Schneider as she was at herself for ending up here.

“That letter that you got from me, it wasn’t the only one I wrote.”

“Okay.” He blinked, taking that in. “You’re in love with people besides me?”

“I’m not in love with anybody, you dope. And I didn’t send you that letter.”

“I’m confused.”

“I write letters. I always have. To process stuff, get my thoughts out. I didn’t have therapy, you know, before the last few years. And between my mom, and the Army, and Victor...I had a lot of stuff to deal with. I’ve never been a diary person, but when things got really intense, I would write...”

“Love letters.”

“Yeah.”

He nodded as he dug into his ice cream, listening intently now. Schneider was good at that, even when he was visibly baffled--like he seemed now.

“I used to write other letters too, when I was a kid, letters to my parents when I was upset or frustrated with them. But I never held on to those ones--I had this feeling that no matter how well I hid them, Mami would find them, so I always trashed those. It helped enough, writing them.”

“When it comes to Lydia, I think your paranoia was probably well-founded.”

There was a hint of a smile teasing the corners of his mouth now, fondness not just for her mom but for Penelope. The wave of relief that flooded her settled some of her anxiety. Kissing him had been dumb and desperate, but she didn’t want it to ruin their friendship.

One kiss couldn’t do that, right?

He pointed his spoon at her gelato, a silent request. She nodded, passing him her spoon for a taste. She hadn’t really been in the mood for ice cream to begin with; she’d just wanted a place away from home for this confession.

“So, yeah, I write letters sometimes. Not all that often, because I was with Victor for most of my life. There haven’t been that many guys. But when I needed to put those feelings somewhere, I wrote them down and tucked them in my favorite duffel.”

She took her spoon back and gestured with it. “Over the years, I wrote five letters, including yours. And somehow they disappeared along with my duffel bag. The letters got sent out. I realized it when I saw you and Max.”

“And Ben,” Schneider added, putting the pieces together. “So, if that makes three, is the fourth Victor?”

“Oh, god.” She knew, of course she knew, exactly who she’d written her letters to. But she was so busy fighting the initial panic, she hadn’t thought about Victor yet. “Yes, I wrote to Victor. A couple of times. Ay dios mío, I hope that one gets shredded in the mail. I cannot deal with that right now.”

Schneider was lost in thought for a while, long enough that she took her cup to the trash. “Who’s the last one?” he asked when she sat back down.

“Huh?”

“I’ve known you since you and Victor separated. After Victor, there was Ben, then Max, then I guess you wrote my letter, since it was after Lydia’s hospital stay. I can’t think of anybody else you dated. Did you have a secret lover?”

He looked intrigued by the possibility. She swatted him lightly on the arm. “Don’t be so dramatic. You sound like my mom. The other letter was my first big crush, back in high school, a boy named Joe.”

She reached for his spoon and Schneider let her, bemused. He knew she usually hated his topping combinations. She just needed a second to gather her nerve again.

“I really am sorry,” she tried to explain, more carefully this time. “For kissing you like that. And for you ever seeing that letter. I was busy trying to figure out how it was possible, and then I saw Max coming, with a letter in his hand too, and I knew what it had to mean. I haven’t spoken to him since we broke up, my head was reeling--I couldn’t imagine explaining to him why he was getting a love letter from me a year later. I panicked.”

Risking a look at him before pinning her gaze back to the table, she continued. “It hit me that if he saw us kiss, he might assume we were a couple and be thrown off enough that I would have time to regroup. We could pretend the letters never happened.”

Schneider’s face was unreadable now. When she gave his spoon back, he didn’t go back to eating, just kept watching her.

“It’s not logical, I get that, but like I said, I panicked. And I know it was wrong of me to pull you into this, but I really would like to pretend the letters never happened, if we could. Especially yours.”

“Yeah?”

She ran the risk of offending him--she was aware of that--but their friendship was too important for her not to fight for it. She couldn’t tell what Schneider was thinking, though. That same perfectly blank expression stayed in place. At least he hadn’t left the shop yet, Penelope reminded herself. He was still giving her a chance.

“Yes. I was in a terrible place when I wrote your letter, Schneider. It was a few months after Mami’s stroke, after giving up Max had me convinced I’d lost my chance at love, and I was so lonely and scared and sad. About all of that.

“And there you were, so present and kind...and, well, loving. All the time. You were the one person I knew I could count on and we spent all those nights together. No matter how rough the day had been with the kids or at the hospital, you would find a way to make me laugh. Remember?”

“Of course.” His face was still guarded, but his voice had that comforting softness to it. That tone that meant he was ready to help. The voice of her best friend.

“I was vulnerable then, and I wrote it all down, because it had to go somewhere. It took me a while to step back from that place, to get back to feeling stable on my own even when you weren’t around. And once I had that distance, that balance back, I could see clearly again. I was never in love with you, not really. I mixed up how much I care about you as part of my family, as my best friend, with love. I mixed up how good you were to me with the idea that we would be good together.

“Once everything was okay again I felt like an idiot about it, and I was so glad I never said anything. I don’t want to lose you. And I never would’ve sent that letter as some attempt to awkwardly hit on you. I’m mortified to even be talking about it now. So, could we just move on? Like this was a weird day but we both agree it was a fluke and laugh it off?”

“Sure, sure, sure,” Schneider agreed, clearing his throat. “But what about the other letters?”

“What about them?”

“If Max’s letter is like mine, a love letter with no extra context, then are you going to have to do this all over again? Tell him you’re not still in love with him?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m really hoping it won’t come to that.”

“Because he saw us kiss and that’s a magic barrier to all future confrontation...or because you can’t honestly tell him that?”

He knew her too well, Penelope thought. And she’d had to share enough deep emotional truths for one day.

“Wow, look at the time,” she said, standing and nodding toward to the front counter. “If we don’t get the rest of the treats and head back, they’re gonna think we lied about the whole dessert run.”

She put in the requests that she knew her Mami and Alex would want and moved down to the other end of the counter. Schneider followed, clearing his throat again.

“What is it?”

“Speaking of lying, I just got a text from Nikki about our kiss.”

“What? How does Nikki know?”

“One of her friends saw us in the parking lot, I guess. Nikki’s super pissed.”

“Have fun with that.” She shook her head. “Luckily for me, I only have to see Nikki at school functions and some of Alex’s games. You’re the one who decided to hook up with her.”

“She’s pissed in a jealous way,” Schneider added thoughtfully.

“I’m shocked.”

“Hey, Pen. Hear me out: what if we kept up the lie for a while?”

“As in, the lie where I kissed you and you freaked out about it?”

“My freakout was in response to your freakout. Glass houses, Penelope. But yeah, the kissing. The public display of affection, emphasis on public. It got Nikki’s attention, and I wasn’t even trying to do that. If seeing me with you makes her realize she misses what we had, maybe we could stop this vicious cycle of breaking up all the time.”

“You want to pretend to be into each other just so you can get back with Nikki? Gross. No way I’m volunteering to be used for that.”

“Hey, you used me first--and I didn’t volunteer.”

An aproned employee passed her the sack of ice cream and Penelope walked out ahead of him.

“It would solve your problem too,” Schneider suggested. “Isn’t that why you kissed me in the first place, to make it seem like you were taken?”

“I was temporarily insane,” she insisted. “What’s your excuse?”

“I’m just saying we could both get what we want. Think about it,” Schneider added before mercifully dropping the subject as they made it home.

She ignored Schneider for the rest of the evening, as best she could, until he headed back to his own apartment. If her mom or Alex wondered what took them so long--or why they ate their dessert on the way--neither of them asked.

****

Penelope was in her bedroom, finally able to take a moment to decompress from the chaos of her life, before it occurred to her to check her phone. She fought so hard to keep Alex off his at the dinner table; it helped a little when she set a good example.

“Three missed calls,” she told her empty room, staring down at the name next to all three of them.

“Yep, and you didn’t pick up even once.”

The day had clearly been too much for her, if her imagination was so easily manifesting Max there next to her bed. She closed her eyes for a moment and reopened them, only to find the illusion of him still watching her.

“You can’t call a guy back anymore? Especially after you ditch him in a public place? That’s not like you, Penelope.”

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”

Okay, so she was hallucinating. Not a big deal. She was stressed out and had him on the brain, especially now.

“Got your letter,” Max said, smiling down at her where she sat. “Of course, you know that already. It’s why you’re avoiding me. How long do you think you can keep that up?”

“I have no idea. How long do you think you’ll keep trying to confront me with it?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m in your head--what do I know. If you want real answers, you should give me a call.”

“Can’t say I like that idea very much.”

“Yeah. If we talk, you’re going to have to answer my questions. Why did you send the letter, why did you write the letter, did you mean what you said.”

She swallowed hard, staring into Max’s warm eyes. What would she say, when she had to explain it all to him?

“Do you still...love me. That’s the million dollar follow up, right? That’s the one that counts.”

“I’m not ready to explain any of it,” she admitted. “I’m not ready to tell you how I feel. I’m not sure I know, myself.”

“Then you know what you have to do,” Schneider told her, popping up in the dark space where Max had been standing moments before. “Get your cover story on, chica.”

“God, don’t call me that. Don’t call anybody that.”

“All I’m saying is, you can’t avoid Max forever, right? There’s a solution staring you right in the face. What are best friends for, if not to act as a human wall between you and your relationship issues?”

Penelope frowned, trying to find a counterargument.

“Hey, if you’ve got a better idea, then go ahead...tell me no. A backup plan? Anything?”

“I’m thinking.”

“No, you’re stalling. And the clock is ticking on that strategy. But my plan, it can last as long as we need it to. Until you figure out what you want to do--with Max, Victor, all of them. We can be each other’s wingman and cover story at the same time, Pen. You help me, I help you...everybody wins.”

“Aaagh.” Penelope groaned, gripping hold of her hair for a second. When she lifted her head back up from her hands, she was alone in her room.

She didn’t know if Schneider’s idea was a brilliant one, or a terrible one. But at this point, it might be her best chance to save her sanity.

That was reason enough to consider it.

#alvareider #one day at a time #odaat #penelope x schneider #to all the men i've loved before #penelope alvarez #schneider #ben with the gay brother #max ferraro #alvareider fic #odaat fic #my fic

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lauras-collection · 5 years

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More Than I Know [Part 7]

Tom Holland x female reader

Masterlist

Summary: You finally tell Tom what happened with Joe, your sister get’s married and dancing with Tom turns out to be more than just dancing.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, reader talking about somewhat of a toxic relationship? nothing else I think (let me know if there is anything in there that I should add)

A/N: Remember when I said that I was going to split the wedding into two parts? Yeah, those turned into three :D Was the story of Joe inspired by real-life events that happened to me? Maybe (read: yes)

I’ve never been to a wedding so I kinda guessed the whole thing. I hope you like it anyways!

I hope you enjoy!

The wedding was taking place in the so-called Great Room of the castle which was beautifully decorated for the occasion, much like the dining room from last night, everything in white and gold. As you walked down the stairs towards the entrance to the Great Room you saw that Tom was waiting for you next to the door. He looked dashing in his black suit, his curls swept back nicely. When he noticed you, his eyes widened a bit, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something but no words came out. You walked over to him and he reached out his hand for you to take.

“Wow, Y/N... You look absolutely stunning.” You blushed at his words as you took his hand.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He smiled at you and pulled you closer by your hand, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Shall we go in?” He asked nodding his head in the direction of the door. You nodded, so Tom linked his arm with yours and led you inside the Great Room.

Your seats were in the front of the room right beside where your parents were going to sit once they arrived. Daniel was standing on the other side of the aisle talking to his parents. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other his eyes moving towards the door every so often even though he knew it would be a while until Kate would arrive. Tom kept holding your hand as you sat down and you nervously played with his fingers. He eyed you with a small smile.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah... Is that weird? I’m not the one getting married, yet I’m nervous.”

“I don’t think it’s weird.” He shrugged his shoulders squeezing your hand reassuringly. ”This is a big step for your sister so it’s a big step for you as well. But for what it’s worth, I think the ceremony will go smoothly and everything’s going to go according to plan. Your grandma told me how much planning went into this, I think it’s impossible for something to go wrong.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as well.

“You’re right. This is probably the most meticulously planned wedding of the year.”

Throwing one arm over your shoulder Tom pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your temple. “I’m glad I can be a part of it. Thank you for inviting me.”

“No, thank you.” You whispered afraid someone could overhear you. “For agreeing to accompany a complete stranger to a wedding.” You couldn’t believe that only weeks ago Tom was a mere stranger in a coffee shop. It felt like you’d known him for months, if not years. It’s crazy how much things can change in such a short amount of time.

“You never told me what happened with that Joe guy.” Tom said after he saw Joe enter the room, subconsciously pulling you a little closer.

“Huh, you’re right...” You raised your eyebrows. You had almost forgotten about Joe. When you first saw him yesterday you were afraid that you’d be thinking about him the whole time, even if it was just because you wanted to avoid him. But the thoughts of Joe had been completely erased by Tom. “Well, we met when I was fourteen and I was immediately smitten with him. He was always nice and kept hinting that he had feelings for me, too. He lives a few hours north from London so every time I asked him about his feelings for me he said ‘yeah there’s undoubtedly something between us but I just can’t commit to a long-distance relationship.’”You mocked Joe’s voice making Tom chuckle. “But instead of keeping his distance from me whenever we did see each other he kept my hopes up. Whether I wanted to or not, I always hoped that one day we’d be together. Until I tried to take the initiative once. I asked him if I could visit him, you know, to talk. Told him to give me a weekend where he had time. I looked up trains for the dates he gave me. And let me tell you those tickets weren’t cheap. But I was willing to pay that and travel several hours to see him.

“In the end, he told me he had other obligations that weekend but he could probably fit in a couple of hours to chat. That’s when I suddenly realised that he never cared as much about me as I cared about him.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Long story short, he led me on for a long long time.” You pursed your lips as you looked at Tom. He looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Phew. Well, that’s definitely his loss. But how come he’s here now?” He turned around to look at Joe again who was talking to one of Daniel’s friends.

“He’s a family friend. But I really expected Kate to tell me that he’s coming.”

“But you’re good now? No lingering feelings or anything?”

“Nah. I didn’t even think about him until you brought him up just now.” You gave Tom a proud smile.

“That’s great, love.” He rubbed your shoulder and before either of you could say more your mother sat down next to you talking about how excited she was.

The ceremony was beautiful. Seeing your sister getting married had you more emotional than you had expected. You teared up quite a few times while your mother was quietly sobbing next to you. Tom squeezed your hand every once in a while with a small smile.

***

The reception was being held in the dining room that you had already seen yesterday but this time the decorations were even lusher, which you didn’t think was possible. But it still looked beautiful. Everyone congratulated the newlyweds, pictures were taken and you really enjoyed yourself.

Kate insisted on throwing her bouquet and even though you tried to stand as far back as possible, the beautifully arranged flowers landed right in your hands. Perfect. Your mum clapped her hands and pushed Tom in your direction waving the photographer over.

“We need a picture! C’mon Y/N, show us who caught the bouquet!” She stood next to the photographer with the biggest smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Me!” You said with fake enthusiasm and clenched teeth. Tom laughed as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Don’t sound too excited, love.” You looked up at Tom, putting biggest smile you could muster on your face. He looked down at you, a similar expression on his face. “That’s more like it.”

After that, the wedding breakfast was on the agenda. And to be honest you were really hungry. Because of your late morning, you hadn’t really had the time to eat actual breakfast. So the wedding breakfast would literally be your breakfast. You and Tom were seated close to the head table. You were sharing a table with Joanna, her husband and Lottie as well as Joanna’s mother, your aunt Mathilde. She was your mother’s oldest sister and just as enthusiastic about weddings.

After everyone was finished with their food, speeches were held which ended up being just as emotional as the ceremony itself. You had also prepared a little speech and your hands were shaking with nerves as you stood up. You had the sheet of paper lying in front of you in case you lost your place. You wrung your clammy hands as you looked around the room introducing yourself.

“When Kate introduced Daniel to us for the first time, I immediately knew that he’d be the one for Kate. Every other guy Kate brought home before him was bound to be kicked out by her eventually. And there were a lot.” You chuckled and so did everyone else who knew of Kate’s dating history. “No one ever had the strong-mindedness that matched Kate’s. It’s not a secret that she can be a handful sometimes. But Daniel is the perfect counterpart to that.” You turned to look at Kate and Daniel sitting at the head table. “You complement each other in the best possible way, and every time you guys look each other you can see that true love really exists. Kate, I’m so happy for you.” You had tears in your eyes again and so did your sister. You laughed at your emotional state. “Look at me, I’m crying again.” You wipe away your tears before continuing. “Daniel, you’re the best husband I could ever wish for for my sister. Welcome to the family.” You raised your glass with a smile and Daniel mimicked your motion sending you a wink, mouthing ‘thank you.’ Everyone else raised their glasses as well and cheered. You finally sat down again, having to wipe some more tears away.

After Kate and Daniel had danced the first dance as husband and wife the dance floor was quickly filled with people. You were talking to Lottie when you felt Tom’s hand on your thigh. You turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“D’you wanna dance?” He asked with a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“Of course I’d like to dance.” You nodded and turned towards Lottie. “Will you be alright while I dance with Tom?” She only nodded too engrossed in a colouring book to give you a verbal answer. Her tongue was slightly poking out between her lips while she tried to stay within the lines. You reached for Tom’s outstretched hand and he pulled you to your feet before leading you to the dance floor that was in the middle of the room. The DJ was playing a somewhat upbeat song so Tom and you started duelling yourself with the most awkward dance moves you both knew. While you did the robot, Tom showed off his best boyband moves, making you burst out laughing. Tom grabbed your hands and twirled you around until you were dizzy and out of breath from laughing. He pulled you close so you lightly collided with his chest his arms wrapping around you. The current song faded out and the DJ’s voice was heard over the speakers.

“Let’s get romantic with a little bit of Ed Sheeran.” You heard Kate squeal, she was a huge fan, and run to grab Daniel to dance with him. The first chords of Kiss Me were heard and you automatically wrapped your arms around Tom’s neck with a blush on your cheeks. He slowly swayed you from left to right, his hands on your waist. Tom was looking at you with a cheeky smirk as his hands moved towards your back, inching lower towards your butt.

“Ah ah.” You grabbed his wrists. “Your hands stay right there” you moved his hands back to your waist. “around my family.” You playfully glared at him.

“Around your family, huh?” He pulled you closer so your chest was pressed against his. “So if we were alone, you’d let me?” He raised an eyebrow, that stupidly attractive smirk still on his face. Yes, you’d let him. But you won’t tell him that.

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself.” you shrugged and gave him a smirk of your own. Tom’s cheeks lifted into a genuine smile as he continued to sway you on the dance floor.

After a few moments of looking into your eyes, he moved his face a bit closer as if to tell you a secret. “Did you known I met Ed Sheeran at the premiere of his concert film?”

“Is that supposed to impress me, movie star?” You made an unimpressed expression, even though you were indeed a little impressed.

With a barely noticeable shake of his head Tom let out a soft laugh, one of his hands moved to your cheek. He softly pulled you closer until his lips touched yours. You were surprised by the feeling of his soft lips against yours for a moment. But then you allowed yourself to close your eyes. This was most likely one of the last times you got to kiss Tom, might as well enjoy it. Your hands moved into his hair pulling him even closer as your mouth opened, your tongue meeting Tom’s. You melted into his touch, forgetting everything around you as you kept kissing Tom. His thumb softly caressed your cheekbone as you tilted your head to the side, urging your lips against his.

You were slightly out of breath when your lips eventually separated from his. The song was over and the DJ had decided on something upbeat again. But you didn’t even really notice. Tom’s forehead was against yours, his nose brushing against your own and you could feel his breath on your lips. Tom pulled you closer by your waist.

“Y/N I...” he paused and swallowed thickly as if he needed to pluck up the courage to say what’s on his mind.

“You..?”

He moved his head back a bit so he could look into your eyes and you knew that what he was going to say was important.

“I don’t-“ You were suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and pulled into the forming conga line by Dave who laughed at the face you pulled. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to do that.

Part 8

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lost-in-sokovia · 4 years

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What A Wonderful Idea (Part 2!!)

hello my beautiful followers, thanks for tuning in!! i hope you enjoyed part 1 and i hope you’re ready for part 2! i’ve had this name picked out for my oc bucky baby since i was 12😅 please enjoy!! (you can read part one here!)

Warnings: fluff, birth (<not too graphic), sickness/puking, sadness, pain

Ever since you convinced Bucky to have a baby, it seemed that was all he cared about anymore. His training performance declined, as Tony would remark snarkily on the daily. He was very clingy and always hugged you, kissed you, and told you he loved you.

One morning as you turned slowly to face Bucky, you felt a wave of sickness rush over you. Making your way clumsily out of the warm covers, you ran to the bathroom and puked. Bucky immediately got up, despite the harsh cold of your room, and held back your hair. You leaned back into his arms and closed your eyes, panting softly.

“Are you alright, doll?” He asked with concern shining in his blue eyes. You shivered from the cold and fell even closer into him.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. You reached up at the edge of the sink and grabbed a hair tie, pulling your messy hair back carelessly. As Bucky rubbed circles on your shoulder, a lightbulb went off in your head and your stomach jumped.

Were you finally pregnant?

You did a 180 and looked your boyfriend, your (Y/E/C) eyes gleaming with confusement and excitement. “Buck, I think I might be pregnant,” you whispered. His jaw dropped and you quickly turned around to puke visciously again.

When you were done and fell once again into his arms, he was stuttering as millions of questions flooded his mind.

“I-.... Wow, (Y/N)... what do we.... I mean.... Maybe Bruce should run some tests... I-“ He ran a hand through his hair. You smiled and kissed his lips softly.

“It’s just a hunch, love, don’t get your hopes up too high if it...” you trailed off quietly. Bucky shook his head with determination and helped you off the floor to get you dressed for testing.

“No, it’s happening. And if it’s not then we’re trying again right away,” he stated. You giggled.

“How right away is ‘right away’?”

He shot you a smirk.

Bruce was found sitting in his lab writing on all sorts of papers. You and Bucky opened the glass door of the lab quietly and the scientist looked up.

“Oh, h-hey guys,” Bruce said and took a sip of coffee. “What do you need?”

You looked at Bucky, who was grinning from ear to ear, and squeezed his hand.

“Bruce I need you to run a pregnancy test,” you said sheepishly. He nearly dropped all his papers and his brown eyes grew wide.

He stared at you and shakily got up. Bucky walked over to try and help him and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Y-yeah, alright, okay. I uhm....” Bruce stammered as he walked over to a little table and got in the drawers. The lab was under the main spaces of Stark Tower, so you hoped none of this rattling was waking anyone (who wasn’t already awake) up.

“And Bruce?” Bucky added, “Maybe try and... you know... not say anything until it’s official or otherwise said?” he asked. Bruce ran a hand through his graying hair and nodded.

After all the procedures were said and done, you sat on top of a table and bit at your nails as Bucky paced. Bruce furrowed a brow in concentration and tinkered with objects you didn’t know the name or use of. You caught sight of your boyfriend’s face as he paced; his blue eyes were stunned with fear as he bit his lower lip... He always looked so hot.

After a few moments, Bruce put the objects down at looked at you. You caught Bucky mid-pace and turned him to face the man about to tell you the news that may change your life forever.

“So guys, uhm...” he started as he glanced back down. Bucky threw his hands in the air impatiently.

“Okay look, don’t get technical, yes or no?” The Winter Soldier spat. You pulled his hair back to calm him down and exchanged an agreeing glance with Bruce. The scientist sighed and stood up, patting down his somewhat-wrinkled purple shirt.

“Congratulations (Y/N).” He looked up and said warmly. The next thing you knew, Bucky had lifted you off from the table and was spinning you around in a hug. You remembered the night you hugged in your room when the two of you had agreed on having a baby, this was just like that. You laughed and hugged him back, as Bruce smiled the two of you rejoicing.

Bucky gently put you down and kissed you deeply, and you could feel a tear run down his cheek. You pulled away and smiled, wiping his eyes. Bucky turned to Bruce and shook his hand and clapped his back.

“Thank you, thank you so much Bruce,” he said weakly. Bruce nodded.

“Of course, I’m so happy for the two of you.”

You walked up to Dr. Banner and hugged him, allowing a few tears to spill from your eyes as well. You walked back over to your boyfriend, who kissed your messy hair and put a hand on your stomach.

Your wonderful idea had come true.

You were nervous about telling the team, but Bucky reassured you that there would be nothing but support from all of them. As you stood in front of your closest friends, your hand tightly in Bucky’s, you slowly stuttered your words until you finally broke the news.

Steve was beaming, Nat hugged you tightly, Sam nodded with a sly smile, Thor proposed everyone have celebratory shots, Clint stared blankly, and Tony had a look of pure fear on his face.

“I-... How the...” Tony walked up to you. “Him? You chose him to get you pregnant?” He asked with that oh-my-god-what-were-you-thinking tone. You smiled.

“Indeed, Mr. Stark.”

Bucky rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb, smiling warmly at you. You returned it and looked over to Steve, who was crying.

“Steve... Are you crying?” Sam asked. Steve wiped his eyes on his shirt and sniffed, Nat patting his shoulder and trying not to laugh.

“N-No... I’m just really happy for you, Buck.” He looked to his best friend. Bucky walked over and hugged Steve. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wanted to start crying, too.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), don’t start getting emotional this soon!” Nat chimed in.

You rubbed your teary eyes and smiled.

~•~•~•~

“One... two... THREE!”

Streamers popped a bright pastel pink on the balcony of Stark Tower, and you screamed, punching the air in victory.

“IT’S A GIRL!” Wanda squealed. Bucky ran to pick you up and twirl you around, careful not to squish your three-month pregnant bump. He was laughing and you hugged him tightly around his neck. You had convinced him to let you put his hair in buns and color one pink, the other blue. He looked adorable.

He set you down and kneeled to kiss your small bump, hiding under your blue and pink floral dress. You saw Tony give Sam money with a glum face, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Steve made his way over to hug both you and Bucky.

“Ready to be a girl-dad, Buck?” He asked. Bucky chuckled.

“I think, but I’ve got the best people in the world to help me out.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. You rubbed your stomach and smiled widely; you couldn’t wait to have a beautiful baby girl and see Bucky holding her.

~•~•~•~

It was a cold December day. No sun shined through the magnificent windows, and the tower was quiet. Everyone was feeling this gloomy day and nothing was going on. Red and green decorations were already everywhere in anticipation for the upcoming holiday. Team members shuffled about quietly, drinking coffee or murmuring tiredly to each other.

You layed in bed with Bucky, although it was late in the afternoon. The blackout curtains were pulled back to let in what little light was provided. Bucky rubbed your 9-month pregnant belly and you sighed; this baby wouldn’t let you be comfortable for the life of her!

As you lay with minimal comfort, a sharp pain rushed through your stomach, and you groaned loudly, crunching into the fetal position.

Bucky suddenly sat up and put his hand on your arm, leaning over you and looking at you with worry.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He caressed your cheek. You looked up into his blue eyes, your hand touching his.

“Bucky, I’m about ninety-five percent sure this baby is coming right now and- ohhhhhhhhhhhhmygodowowow...” Another contraction raced through you and you clenched your teeth, breathing harshly.

Next thing you knew, Bucky had you in his arms and was running you down to Bruce’s lab. His hair was flowing behind him, and he was only wearing pants. You had on a nightgown and made sure Bucky was covering what needed to be covered as you bounced around in his arms.

“BRUCE BANNER!” Bucky kicked open the glass door. Bruce dropped his pen and looked over, seeing your scrunched face and hearing your whimpers from the pain. “Are you qualified to deliver a baby? Please tell me you are?!” Bucky layed you down gently onto a small white bed in the lab. Bruce swallowed, running a hand through his hair.

“I-I-!?! Uhm... I mean I guess-“

You gnashes your teeth and gripped Bucky’s hand tightly.

“Get this thing out of me please,” you choked. Bruce scrambled over to you and checked you out, and you kicked your legs slightly in pain. Bruce looked at Bucky with a you-know-what-I-have-to-do-to-help-her uncomfortable look, and Bucky put his face in his hands.

“Is there possibly... I don’t know... another woman who could just-“

“James just let him do ittttttttt,” you whimpered in pain. Bucky nodded and starting stroking your hair. This was the beginning of a very long process.

As you laid on that bed for hours, contractions became more painful and frequent. Tears would form in your eyes and Bucky would try to help you through them the best he could. You couldn’t sleep or eat. You just wanted to meet your baby girl and let all this pain wash away.

“Hey (Y/N),” a voice said softly. You opened your eyes and saw Nat walking towards you with a small smile. You let go of your stressed out boyfriend’s hand and grasped hers instead. Your eyes met and you shakily sighed.

“It hurts...” You gulped. Nat squeezed your hand sympathetically. Your hair was tied up, and so was Bucky’s. All you could hear in the quiet room was Bruce rummaging through some of his medical tools and the beeping of your heart monitor.

“She’s going to be out soon though,” Nat cooed. You nodded. “You ready, Barnes?” She added with a wink. He just looked at her with a blank face with dark circles under his eyes.

“I-“ He failed at words. He shrugged and sighed. “I’m just so tired already.”

Another contraction pierced through you, and you squeezed Nat’s hand tightly. The Russian didn’t even flinch.

A tear fell from your eyes and you threw your head back against the pillow. Bucky walked over to you and kissed your head, putting a hand on your stomach.

“I can’t do it Buck,” you choked. Bucky’s eyes gleamed with sadness; he didn’t like seeing you in pain and he wanted to meet his daughter, too. “Make it stop, m-make it stop...” you pleaded.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky whispered. You gulped and locked eyes with your boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. I’m so sorry you’re in pain, I know it’s hard... But I’m so thankful that you’re doing this, and we’re going to get the best present ever out of this.” He cooed. He lifted your chin and kissed your lips softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

That sappy speech and perfect kiss made you burst into tears. He held you close as you cried onto his shirt.

The glass door opened slowly and Sam and Steve looked in. Nat let go of your other hand and smiled at the boys as she passed them out the door.

“Hey (Y/N), how are you and baby Barnes?” Sam asked. You looked at him through your teary eyes and sniffed.

“She h-hurts like a motherf-“

“Language.” Steve cleared his throat. You couldn’t help but giggle as you wiped your eyes. Bucky shot a smile at his best friend and walked over to hug him.

“You look like hell, Buck,” Sam commented. Bucky rolled his eyes and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“Yeah, right. Well I’m not the one doing all the hard work here.” Bucky shot you a wink. You stretched out on your bed.

“Mhm, yeah you know it. And Sam once you’re an uncle you’re going to be looking the exact same as hell over there,” you retorted. Steve chuckled and made his way closer to your bed.

“We’re here to help you through all of it, (Y/N).” Steve smiled and held your hand.

You were right about to start crying again when Bruce came over with an urgent look.

“Hey, sorry to break things up, but...” He shot you a look. “(Y/N), are you ready to start pushing?”

Bucky basically threw Sam out of the way and grabbed the back of Steve’s shirt and took his place at the edge of your bed.

You looked at Bucky and started hyperventilating.

“Buckyyyyy...” you whimpered as you slowly spread your legs apart to start pushing.

Bucky grabbed your hand and looked over at Steve and Sam, who were just staring in shock.

“GET OUT!” Bucky roared.

~•~•~•~•~

Lots of pushing, screaming, and agony later, Charlotte Haley Barnes made her appearance into the world at 2pm at 7.5lbs, 9 ounces. She had a head full of curly brown hair and the tiniest fingers.

Bucky undoubtedly cried when she first came out and screamed for her mom. You held her close and cried too, kissing her little head all over.

“Look at her James,” you cried with happiness. He smiled and kissed you passionately. His daughter, it was a new feeling that he had and his heart filled with so much love. You loved him so much despite his past and gave him such a miracle that he didn’t think he deserved.

After Charlotte was cleaned, Bruce brought the tiny girl over and you held your heart.

“You wanna hold her, Buck?” He asked. Bucky nodded and received his daughter cautiously, afraid that the slightest touch might break her. He smiled and stared at her, chuckling lightly. She opened her eyes to reveal her bright baby blues, staring into her daddy’s replicas.

The team made their way in, looking at your daughter and Bucky beamed with pride.

“She looks exactly like you, Buck,” Steve smiled.

Wanda and Nat hugged you and told you how well you did and that they were proud of you.

“I’m personally terrified, I’m sure she’ll be able to beat me in a fight before she can walk,” Sam stated plainly. You giggled.

“I’m quite sure, she gave me some very explicit previews throughout these nine months,” you shuddered. Bucky rubbed your shoulder as you sadly smiled, reliving your pain.

Tony patted your shoulder uncomfortably, and Bucky eyed him up and down.

“You’ve officially created another super soldier, now we’ve got three.” He cleared his throat. “Good job, if that’s how you want to put it I guess.”

“Wanna hold her, Tony?”

Tony shrugged. You handed him Charlotte and she immediately started to cry. He gave her back to you and you giggled.

“Yeah, okay that’s fine.” Tony stepped back by the crew again.

Charlotte stopped crying and fell asleep immediately. You looked at her tiny face at peace. You made this perfect little girl (well, you and some help...). You and Bucky had officially started a family, and you were ecstatic.

Your wonderful idea.

Your wonderful little Charlotte.

*sniffs* i’m not crying you are...

i hope you loved this as much as i loved writing it! and this won’t be the end of charlotte, i promise!

feel free to request, please!

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highkey-lowkey-as-hell · 4 years

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if you want to write it, a meet the parents fic but it’s kateva and angst to hurt comfort because i like my heart broken -cotmlc

THANK YOU, CO-PRESIDENT, FOR RELIEVING MY HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, SOUL-CRUSHING BOREDOM

Also, seeing as this is angst, I’m switching the prompt up just a little. My headcanon is that Eva’s mom is the Best Mom and Kate’s parents are Trying (And Failing A Little But Overall Doing Their Best), so we’re getting Kate’s more-homophobic-grandparents instead for the Angst Factor.

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Okay, yes, Kate was nervous.

Like, super nervous.

Eva had sworn up and down that she loved Kate no matter what, and while that did help her fear of losing her, she was still scared this afternoon was going to make Eva run away. Even if she didn’t, though, Kate was still expecting hell.

Her maternal grandparents were thoroughly convinced that Kate’s sarcastic, cynical, girls-and-flannel-loving personality was Just A Phase and she’d grow out of it and start wearing pink and giggling and liking guys any moment now. Obviously, that wasn’t happening. When she’d joined the cheer squad, they’d been so excited, Kate almost felt bad about disappointing them.

Almost. She didn’t actually feel bad about it.

Actually, her grandparents were one of the only things that told Kate her mom really and truly supported her sexuality. Sure, she was insecure about it, and had once asked her if she thought it was “just a phase,” but she always defended Kate whenever her grandparents asked if she was interested in anyone and she answered with “Bridget” or “Emily” or “Jennifer.”

Her mom’s mediocre support aside, Kate had been postponing this meeting for as long as she could. She and Eva had officially been together since February, and now it was July. She’d met Eva’s mother, uncle, and siblings, and Eva had met her parents and brothers. She knew for a fact that Eva had Chess’s letter tucked safely in a dresser drawer and that she reread it often. They even regularly said “I love you” now. And yet, her grandparents had only recently even learned Eva existed.

Just like always, Kate and her parents were hosting the Dalton family’s annual 4th of July party. Typically, Kate would be forced to greet everyone and then would run up to her room to read or play on her phone, or - before Derrick and Jack had left for college and gotten so distant - she and her brothers would be in the basement, playing video games Kate probably shouldn’t have been playing when she was ten. Today, though, was going to be a bit different.

Kate’s grandmother had recently joined Facebook without her knowledge, which proved to be problematic at the end of the year. Kate’s mom had made her usual post, congratulating Derrick on finishing his first year of grad school, Jack on his sophomore year of college, and Kate on her junior year of high school. The picture of Kate she had chosen to post was one Eva had posted to Instagram (and one she’d asked permission to use, which Kate and Eva both appreciated) (the caption was very sweet, irrelevant to this story, and was “GCHS cheer fucking sucks but at least I’ve got you, I love you so much”), which was a photo of the two of them after their last cheer competition. In the photo, Eva had her arm around Kate and was kissing her cheek, and it was very obvious that they were a couple.

Kate’s grandmother saw the photo.

Kate’s first reaction when her mom told her was to freeze and think fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck SHIT fuck fuck fuck - which she thought was a very logical first reaction. Her second reaction was freak the fuck out.

One thing had led to another, and now Eva had been invited to join the Dalton family Independence Day celebrations.

She showed up a little bit before everyone else, just because that’s how Eva was, and Kate dragged her down into the basement so she could rant about how scared she was.

“My cousins are just like Lily and they’ll love you and my aunts and uncles are great and Dad’s parents are pretty cool but Mom’s parents are going to hate you,” she ranted, pacing back and forth while Eva watched from the couch. “This might have been a really bad idea.”

“It’ll be fine, Katie,” Eva tried to sooth. “You’ve literally survived a stab wound, they can’t be much worse.”

“My grandparents meeting my girlfriend? Yeah, I think I’d rather get stabbed again.”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“You won’t think that when they show up.” Kate stopped pacing and hugged herself, trying to calm her anxiety. “Promise you’ll stay?”

“I promise.” Eva stood up and hugged her, and Kate finally managed to breathe. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Kate wanted Eva to hold her like that for the rest of the day, but the doorbell rang and Jack shouted for them to come upstairs and it was time to face the music.

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Her paternal grandparents showed up first and, like Kate predicted, immediately adored Eva. They’d asked her at least four dozen questions before Kate’s aunt showed up a few minutes later, and as her relatives trickled in, Kate began to suspect that this was turning into less of a “family Independence Day!” party and more of a “Kate’s actually gay and has a girlfriend now, wow, time to overwhelm her” party. She’d made a deal with Jack and Derrick beforehand, having predicted what would happen, and invoked it now, leaving them to entertain their relatives while Kate pulled Eva into the backyard and onto the porch swing, where it would take several minutes for questions to reach them and they had an excuse to be as close as possible.

Kate was hoping her mom’s parents might not show up when her grandfather appeared in the doorway and her stomach sank into her beat-up shoes. He zeroed in on Kate and Eva right away and walked toward them, taking up way more space than he needed to like always.

“Kate, it’s been a while,” he boomed, and Kate winced.

“Hey, Grandpa,” she said, trying not to sound too sarcastic. “This is Eva.” Eva awkwardly waved, then put her hand down.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, and Kate felt really bad about dragging her into this.

“You must be Kate’s friend,” he nearly yelled (why the fuck did he have to be so loud?) and Kate nearly straight-up attacked him.

I’m basically in her lap right now! What the fuck do you mean, my “friend”?

Jack caught her eye from across the porch and gave her a sympathetic look before looking back at their elderly great-grandmother.

“Girlfriend, actually,” Kate corrected. “We’re dating. We’re a couple. Definitely not friends.”

“Right, of course.” Her grandfather winked at her, and she nearly screamed.

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The day did not get much better.

When her grandmother came out, she was about as subtle as her husband had been about how she didn’t actually believe Kate and Eva were in love (maybe? In love felt a little bit strong, but it also seemed to be the best term for it and Kate didn’t have time to think of a better way to put it) and thought they were just good friends. Then, when she stood up to go and get her phone so she could show her aunt a picture of their cheer squad and Eva’s hand wasn’t covering her scar anymore, her aunt screamed and brought three people running, pinning all the attention on Kate in a really bad way.

After a few hours, Kate whispered something in Eva’s ear and stepped away, into the garage, trying to catch her breath and calm down. The door opened, and rather than being Eva or one of her brothers like she’d hoped, she opened her eyes to see her grandmother.

“I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were okay, honey.”

“I’m fine, Grandma. Just needed a moment.” She clenched her teeth and prayed her grandmother would leave. She didn’t.

“Eva seems nice,” she continued.

“She is.” Kate almost started to hope that maybe, maybe, her grandmother would start to take her relationship seriously. “I’m lucky to have her.”

“You seem like really good friends.” Fuck, there it was.

“Okay, you know what? Knock it off!” Kate didn’t mean to blow up, but she couldn’t help it now. “It doesn’t matter how much you deny it, it’s not going to change the fact that I’m not the granddaughter you have in your head! I love Eva, okay? I love someone who’s name is Eva and not Evan. I love her and I’m a lesbian and I’m so tired of you not taking me and my relationships seriously like you do Jack and Derrick!” Then she stormed past her and up to her room, her eyes stinging with tears.

After about twenty minutes, there was a gentle knock on the door.

“Go away,” she mumbled.

“Katie?”

“Oh. You can come in.”

Eva opened the door and then closed it behind herself. “Are you okay? Your grandmother says you totally lost your shit at her.”

“I kinda did.”

“I’m not surprised.” Eva sat next to her, and Kate sat up and crawled into her arms. “They’ve been assholes to us all day.”

“I just really love you, Eva, and I want them to understand that.” Kate’s voice was muffled by Eva’s shirt. “I want them to take you seriously as my girlfriend and stop trying to deny it. I-I want them to accept that I’m not the perfect granddaughter they wanted. I’m not perfect.”

“And thank God. If you were perfect, how would I make fun of you for how atrocious you are at skateboarding? How would I keep you from fighting some people and watch you fight others?” Eva pulled her a little bit tighter and laid down, Kate still curled up in her arms. “I hate your grandparents, but I love you more.”

“Promise you’ll stay?”

“Promise.”

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Everyone has that one relative who denies your sexuality, right? I’m not out to my family as lesbian, just as ace, and I still think they don’t quite get it. But hey, everyone’s got someone who has their back, right? I hope this was angsty enough!!!!!!

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Yet another forgotten Lisa Snart Appreciation Week episode exploring if Barry and Lisa had a rapport.

Lisa looked around the room. It's high ceilings sparkled with hanging lights made of thousands of diamonds, it floors gleamed with freshly waxed marble tiles, golden plaques on the wall thanking it's donators.

She wondered if she would visit this place every day if she were rich.

Probably not, the people here were beyond snobby and whined about how the caviar was grilled not slightly roasted. Maybe she would visit occasionally just for the novelty and the fact that she was rich enough to get into a country club legally.

Unlike now, she was under the name of Mrs. Smith-the most generic name ever- waiting for her husband, Mr. Smith aka the Flash.

Cisco had asked for her help with a mission of some sort against a Man in an Iron Mask. She had no idea who the hell he was and why he chose such a weird costume choice and why she should care, but he begged and then offered to turn the other way the next time the Rogues were on a stealing spree. Lenny would be furious about her helping them, but he would totally thank her for the pass on stealing sprees.

Plus how could she refused the opportunity to see who the Flash really was!

She stroke her blond wig, self-consciously and checked her compact mirror to make sure it was straight. You never knew when disguises started to go wonky in the middle of the plan.

A thin, Caucasian man with brown hair and sweet eyes approached the table, and looked for his place card. She recognized him as Cisco's friend that he always hanged out with at the bar and at the Lab. Barry something.

He was the Flash?

But but he was so, so not muscley or intimidating and he was a scientist. Well that explained how he was always able to understand everything Cisco and that doctor girl was saying.

"Hello sweetie, I think your place card is here next to me, your darling wife." Lisa purred, and waved the card with her fingers.

Barry's face morphed into one of confusion, then realization dawned on him and he hissed.

"What are you doing here, Snart?"

"Calm down Speedy. Cisco asked me to do this. Guess your uptight doctor wouldn't pretty enough to convince people she was rich. Can't blame you."

"Caitlin is very pretty and only couldn't do it because we need her at the base to set up the cameras. More importantly, why did Cisco asked you of all people?" Barry shook his head worriedly, "I swear I'm going to kill him if this fails." "What?" Lisa pouted, but with a sincerely offended tone "I'm an expert at these kind of things, you should be thankful I'm helping you."

"Hardly." Barry muttered, but he sighed and went to business mode.

"Here's the exact plan. You are only going to act like my wife and not make a big scene, while I look for the Iron Mask. Got it. Nothing else."

Lisa rolled her eyes. The Flash was almost as bad her brother. She wasn't going to ruin the mission. She meant what she said about being good at these kinds of cons. And she hated the fact that he thought just because she was who she was that she would be incapable of pulling off this kind of mission.

They sat next to each other, glancing around the room in silence when a elderly waiter approached them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, in behalf of Central City's Wildhills Country Club I would like to congratulate you on your 10th year anniversary."

"Uh why I'm yeah thanks." Barry stammered.

"Yes thank you so much!" Lisa swooped in, clutching Barry's arm lovingly, "Barrykins and I are super happy we made it this far. Right sweetie-pie" Lisa grinned, devilishly at him as he looked at her in surprise

"Yes, snoopi-poo and I can't imagine our lives without each other." Barry chimed in, squeezing her tightly as she cringed at the name.

"When I hear her snore at night, it's the most musical sound in the world. It's like an orchestra" Barry he continued with an overly-perky voice.

"And when honey buns buns trips over the rug and breaks our Ming vase, I can't believe I married such a cute klutz" Lisa countered an even happier voice, then turned his face to nuzzle noses.

The waiter gave them a strange look, before saying "Good, good tell me when you've placed your order" and walked off. "Snoopi-poo!" Lisa cried, punching his shoulder.

"You started it! Barrykins really?" Barry snorted. "We've been "married" for 10 years I was trying to make it convincing.” Lisa protested.

They settled back to easy silence and ordered their food. Barry looking around the room, discreetly as Lisa eyed the jewelry on the patrons. The ruby necklace would look great with her pink peasant blouse that she got. Maybe if she could just accidentally trip her way.... Wait what was she thinking? This place is full of rich guys!

She could just flirt and adultery her way into getting a nice ring or two.

"Everybody! Everybody!" A man dressed in a tux, whom Lisa assumed was the manager, stood up clinking his glass.

"Since it's almost Valentine's Day I would like to call up some of our favorite couples to talk about their marriage. Mr and Mrs. Loomis, our golden couple reaching their 62 anniversary."

Lisa ignored the couples getting up to talk and she could Barry was getting increasingly bored and fidgety.

She looked around, she doubted that the man they were chasing would come with his Iron Mask on so what the hell was he looking around. The room was only filled with elderly WASPS, she swore they were the only couple under 60 there.

She leaned over to him, and whispered "I think we should check in the back rooms like storage. That's always wear Lenny, Mick and I go when we tried to infiltrate these kinds of things. No one notices extra stuff in storage." "That could work,” Barry mumbled.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" The manager boomed "Come in up here!" Lisa and Barry looked at each other in panic.

“Maybe it's another Smith couple. It's such a common name." Lisa gave a dry laugh. But the whole room was staring at them. Of course. They shuffled slowly to the center of the room and plastered fake grins.

“What can I say about our marriage" Barry stalled "What can I say? Um it's been a struggle....uh yeah. But we always pull through." Lisa groaned under her breath, this was bad.

"What he means is that.." Lisa added, searching for something to say about love.

"We, we are always there for each other. When you're scared, you run, when you can't run you crawl. When you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you. That's my husband. If had I dare to choose, I'd choose him over all the men over all the planets the night sky could show me."

The crowd clapped, and Barry stared at her in shock.

"Thank you" he called too loudly into the microphone. She brushed past the manager and they ran offstage.

"Here you go" she handed him a set of keys she swiped from the manager. Lenny had taught her a long time ago how to pick pocket by just brushing past someone. Less conspicuous.

"Wow, that was fast" Barry said, looking over the keys as they existed the room. "Wait up" A voice called out, running behind them.

"Barry why are you pretending to be Mr. Smith," A Hispanic man asked, and she recognized him. Cisco's piano brother. Wait Cisco's brother!

He seemed to recognize her too "Why are you with Captain Cold's sister! Do you know she's Captain Cold's sister? I'm liable to call the police on you" He threatened.

She placed a hand over his mouth "If you call the police, I might have to touch you on your special part" She whispered. "What kind of threat is that?" Piano brother hissed, when she took off her hand. “Barry hand me your phone, no actually just dial 911 you have no idea what weapons she could be.." Lisa kneed him in the crotch.

He collapsed to the ground, she grabbed Barry's arm and ran out, after she stopped to get her coat and hobo bag that concealed her gun and he quickly changed to his costume.

"You didn't have to kneed him there" Barry walked quickly as they tried to look for the back entrance that might lead to the storage room.

"Collateral damage besides Cisco told me about him. He sounds like an asshole" She muttered.

"He may exhibit some asshole-like qualities but you just don't tell a guy you're going to touch his special place and then hit it." Barry protested. "Maybe you don't.” Lisa grinned as Barry opened a door hidden behind a bunch of well-coiffed shrubs.

"And you watch Firefly?" Barry asked excitedly. Lisa froze. She chose those quotes for her impromptu anniversary speech because she didn't think anyone watched that show.

"Maybe?" Lisa stammered. "I love that show! I can kill you.."

"With my mind." Lisa finished, and scowled at his enthusiastic, mocking grin. She couldn't believe she shared the same guilty pleasure as the Flash.

"I just enjoy it from time to time" Lisa defended herself "It's not like I dress up for Halloween or anything" She smirked at the sheepish look that crawled onto his face. "Oh Speedster," Lisa shook her head.

Barry sparked back to life though, and started asking questions "What did you think of Walsh's death in the movie?"

"I don't consider the movie canon." Lisa replied. "Yeah, I mean it was totally unnecessary. Oh and what is with River not wearing shoes?"

Lisa glared at him.

"We're getting friendly, this is weird." Barry said "We should stop." Lisa muttered "Right now. Let's stop right now."

They scoured the back rooms of the country club and unlike the inside of the spacious place, it was dank and dark and musty as a cave. "Why would the Iron Mask be here anyway?" Lisa asked. "Don't know his plan exactly, but Cisco heard from Dante that some guy found an Iron Mask under the piano one night here at the club so we figured we'd check out if he or anyone associated with him is hiding here.... You should probably go now."

Lisa sneered at him, and grabbed him by the collar. "Bar- Flashykins,” she growled between clenched teeth "I can help you so would you be a sweetheart and not act like a sexist version of Lenny. Cuz honey I am useful in this kind of thing" She shoved him forward and the two continued on marching.

Suddenly a man jumped in front of them.

"Halt!" he said, brandishing a boa staff.

The Flash sprang into action, speeding around him and throwing punches. Lisa wanted to help but with Barry moving around, she might shoot him instead. But Iron Mask had a trick up his sleeve. He produced a set of handcuffs and cuffed Barry to a near he pillar.

Leaving it between her and him. She didn't like the odds. Though she had fought quite a few big men, she always knew what to expect of those types with the added help of her brother and Mick. But this one she had no idea, and didn't know what other weapons he hid.

She the best trick she had always done, she fake-fainted.

Flash looked in absolute shock, "Lisa" he yelled.

The Iron Mask hardly seemed to notice but ran past her to the door. She turned around, aimed her gun and plastered his feet to the floor with the gold liquid

The with an easy swing she punched him to the ground.

She swung her hips lazily as she helped him get rid of the cuffs using her gun once more, and cracking the gold and cuff off of him. Flash once more gaped at him. Yeah, she could get use to this face. "That was great!"

"And you thought you could do this without me" Lisa smiled herself at Scarlet's enthusiasm.

"Fine, I was wrong Snart. It takes more than one to deal with villains. There's no I in team." Barry grinned broadly at the cliche.

"There maybe no I in Team but there's one in my name and that's the rule I go by" Lisa reminded him sensing the friendliness. "Speaking of I's. Here's a plan. You shove this guy into the car. I pick up Mr and Mrs. Smith's dinner, their complimentary coupons to the spa which are so going to be mine and that jewelry case that I saw being auctioned by the front desk"

"You do know there's no jewelry inside the jewelry case right?" "I know that" She snapped. "Wait, as a "married" couple we should compromise about this" Barry smirked as he lifted Iron Mask into the trunk of the car.

Lisa stared at him, warily.

"I'm dropping you off and we are going to be comparing Firefly notes on the way there.” Lisa smirked back, "Sure thing Barrykins"

#barry allen #lisa snart #the flash #golden glider #my fanfic #my fanfiction

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January 29, 1992

The night grew on, morning finally arrived, the sky fading from a frosty blue to a light pink, stars still twinkling in the sky. A few stray flurries fell to the ground.

"Morning, how are we doing?" the doctor asked coming into the room.

"We're exhausted and cranky" Sasha said.

"Well let's take a look, see where we are" he said sitting at the foot of the bed, he snapped a pair of rubber gloves on. "You're in luck, 10 centimeters" he said.

"Seriously?" Nick asked, sitting in a chair next to her.

"Ready to have a baby?" he asked.

"Morning" Kathleen said coming into the room "Oh hello doctor."

"Hello, you're about to be a grandma" he said.

"It's time" Sasha said to her.

"Craig!" she yelled, waking him up "It's time!" she yelled.

"Okay, I can only have two people in here with her at a time" the doctor said "Sorry folks, that's the way it is" he said.

"Where's Alicia? I want Alicia" she said.

"Sash? I'm right here honey" Alicia said coming into the room.

"We'll be right outside if you need us okay?" Kathleen said kissing her forehead.

"I love you mom" Sasha said.

"I love you too" Kathleen said as a nurse came in, shutting the door behind her.

"Okay Sasha, on your next contraction I want you to push as hard as you can" the doctor said tying a mask on to his face.

"Okay" she said, Nick sat behind her, supporting her shoulders and holding her hand, Alicia stood by her side holding her other hand tightly. "Ready? 1, 2, 3, push" The doctor said to her "Come on Sasha, you can do this" Alicia said as Sasha pushed, she clenched her teeth tightly together and squealed loudly. "Okay, come on, again, 1, 2, 3, push" he said as Sasha once again. clenched her teeth together, screaming loudly.

"I got the head" the doctor said "Come on Sash, just pass the shoulders" he said as she pushed harder, screeching loudly "Come on just one more" the doctor said. She pushed down as hard as she could when she groaned in relief and fell back against him.

The baby began to wail loudly, his little arms and legs flailing about.

"Oh my god" she said happily as the doctor held him up.

"You did it" Nick said kissing her cheek.

"Want to cut the cord?" the doctor asked, Nick sat up and took the surgical scissors from the doctor. He cut the umbilical cord and the doctor passed him off to a nurse.

"Oh honey I am so proud of you" Kathleen said as she and Craig filed into the room.

"Here he is" the nurse said, Sasha pushed herself up. The nurse handed him over carefully "Congratulations" the nurse said to her.

"Thanks, oh my god" she said happily, she grabbed his tiny hand and kissed it. She stared down at his small face, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. Nick stood next to her, sitting down beside her "Look at our boy" she said crying.

"I know" he said nodding, they looked down at the tiny bundle wriggling around in her arms.

~*~

Later, Sasha held him snugly, he slept peacefully "God this little face" she said as they stared down at him "I didn't know you could love something this much" she said astonished "He's so perfect" she said.

"Just like his mom" Nick said kissing her head.

"Wow...I'm a mommy" she said in disbelief.

"Feel weird?" he asked.

"It feels amazing" she said.

"I know" he said.

"I love you" she said looking up at him.

"I love you too" he said as they kissed.

"Can we come in?" CJ asked.

"Of course" Sasha said to him "Alicia, thank you so much for being there when I delivered" Sasha said to her.

"Thank you for letting me be there with you, can I hold him please?" she asked.

"Oh yeah" Sasha said handing him over.

"Oh my goodness, you are just the most precious thing" she said holding him.

"So? Does my nephew have a name?" CJ asked.

"Yeah you've been keeping it secret for months now" Alicia said.

"There he is...my first grandson" Craig said as he and Kathleen came into the room.

"Yeah Sash was just about to tell us his name" CJ said.

"Yes, why so secretive?" Kathleen said.

"Well I wanted it to be a surprise" she said.

"Sash wanted a name that had meaning to her" Nick said to them.

"So we agreed that we would name him Neilson" she said. Craig's head shot up as he looked at her, Kathleen looked at her happily "I knew it was important to daddy and he never got to name any of his children that so...I figured I'd start the tradition over" she said.

Craig silently moved towards her and hugged her tightly "Thank you Sasha" he said tearfully "Can't believe after all these years, there's finally another Neilson Miller" he said happily.

"Well you're half right..." Nick said.

"Yeah daddy, it's actually...Neilson Carter" she said.

"Neilson CARTER?!" he asked.

"Craig" Kathleen said.

"That's...that's...just...perfect" he said begrudgingly.

"So what's his middle name?" CJ asked.

"Frederick, after grandpa" Sasha said to him.

"Neilson Frederick Carter...man is he going to hate you guys" CJ said.

They all laughed as he handed little Neilson back to Sasha "Oh Neilson" she said looking down at him "We love you so so much."

"Yes we do" Nick said as they sat on the bed together looking down at the baby.

#jr. bsb series #original characters #bsb fan fiction #jr. bsb birthday #pomp and circumstance #neilson birthday spam

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audreycritter · 5 years

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“This is idiotic,” Damian Wayne spat, staring at the shelves packed with slender boxes. “Asinine. I love none of these people.”

“Little D,” Stephanie Brown cajoled. “It’s not about love. It’s about showing people up and getting candy.”

“We are not allowed to include foodstuffs of any kind. ‘Allergy concerns.’”

“Okay, yeah, that’s dumb,” Stephanie said. “Look. These are glow in the dark bugs. Those are pretty cool, right?”

“How am I supposed to express love or affection with falsely bioluminescent arachnids?” Damian demanded, after a brief perusal of the box of Valentine’s Cards.

“I think you’re still missing the point,” Stephanie said, pulling another box down. “How about dogs? You like dogs.”

“These are not dogs. These are monstrosities with severe ocular issues.”

“You know, sometimes you sound just like your dad,” Stephanie said between her clenched teeth. She slid the box back on the shelf and put her hands on her hips to survey the display. “Anything look good? Anything at all?”

Damian exhaled tightly and his eyes darted from one shelf to the other.

“Those,” he said, pointing imperiously.

“Wow,” Stephanie said, looking at his hand and raising an eyebrow. “It’s almost like you forgot I’m not your servant or something.”

He shot her an expression of profound displeasure and stomped forward and snatched the pink box.

“These?” Stephanie raised an eyebrow and looked at the Disney princesses on the box he shoved into her hands. “Dames…”

“They are obviously mere caricatures of the originals, but the princess stories are referential to centuries-old myths and legends and are, I have been led to believe, an admirable entry-point into the educational pursuit of cultural study.”

“So that’s how Dick got you to watch Beauty and the Beast,” Stephanie muttered to herself. She put the box back. “Sorry, Damian. I can’t let you do that to yourself.”

“Do what. I didn’t want to engage in this mockery of a holiday to begin with,” he snarled. “Those are the ones I like.”

“Kiddo,” Stephanie said, bending and propping her hands against her knees while she got to something close to eye level with him. “I’m all for the deconstruction of gender roles, but this is a fifth grade classroom in Jersey. They will mock the shit out of you.”

“Then we will be maintaining tradition,” Damian said sourly, twisting away. “I don’t care about any of them anyway. Let’s purchase the diseased dogs so we can leave.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Stephanie said, grabbing his arm. He shrugged it off just as quickly but stopped walking away. “What aren’t you telling me? What tradition? Do they make fun of you?”

Damian rolled his eyes and then frowned sullenly at the store exit, as if longing for it to be closer. He tapped his foot on the floor and sighed loudly.

“C’mon. Fess up. I gotta know if Auntie Steph has to go kick some tiny asses.”

That got a slight quirk of a smile out of him, but his tone was dismissive. “I can defend myself. I do not require your assistance.”

“And?” Stephanie prompted.

Damian got very, very quiet and still. “They leave me alone,” he said. “The tradition I was referring to was my own fault for misunderstanding the assignment the previous year.”

“What...assignment? D, I’m not following.”

“We were instructed to bring Valentine’s Cards for the class. Art is an area I excel in and I was eager to demonstrate my skill.”

Stephanie felt cold weight sink in her stomach like a cannonball. She swallowed and resisted the urge to cover her face with both hands.

“You drew everyone an individual card, didn’t you,” Stephanie asked, already knowing the answer. She felt like crying in the Bristol Rite Aid.

“It was not received the way I anticipated,” Damian admitted, his tone blank and his face even more so. “It was clear I had misunderstood. The other Valentine’s, even homemade, were uniform in nature.”

“Oh my god,” Stephanie said under her breath. “Why didn’t Dick tell you? Why didn’t…”

“I am not accustomed to asking for assistance with school assignments. He inquired and I told him I was more than capable of managing alone. He was busy at the time, anyway.”

“Damian,” Stephanie said, quick-stepping around to face him. She put her hands on both shoulders and, again, let him shrug her off. “Damian, that was...incredibly, amazingly sweet of you. If they didn’t appreciate that, then they’re idiots. You’re right. They’re all idiots. The entire thing is idiotic. Each one of them should have fucking loved a card like that.”

“It is not their fault,” Damian said stiffly. “I should not have expected American fourth grade students to appreciate accurate renderings of the neo gothic architecture unique to Gotham.”

“Oh my god,” Stephanie said again, dragging him into a brief hug. She let him go and grabbed a random box of Avengers Valentine’s from the shelf. “Okay. This is what we’re going to do. We’re going to buy these, and I’m going to buy a stupid amount of Valentine’s candy, and we’re going to fill them out while eating ourselves sick and watching a movie.”

“I fail to see how this implies any genuine affection,” Damian said, staring at the cartoonish figures on the box with a skeptical expression.

“Congratulations,” Stephanie said. “You’re a grown up. The way you celebrate Valentine’s Day as an adult is by suffering through it.”

“You are not yet 21,” Damian said, his skepticism flickering up to her.

“Yeah, well, I grew up too fast, too. We’re a matched pair. The point is, the genuine affection in this case is you enabling my chocolate craving while we make good use of your dad’s Netflix account.”

Stephanie guided him toward the checkout and snagged four or five bags of candy from a pink and purple shelf display along the way.

“You’re paying for the candy,” she said. “Because I have to save my money so I can afford to pay you for a sketch.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Damian grumbled. “I will, of course, draw you something for free.”

They were at the checkout when Stephanie glanced down at him and her entire heart squeezed with something like, well, affection.

“Don’t freak out,” she said, pecking him on the cheek with a tiny kiss. “You’re a good kid, Damian, even if you do try to stab me once a week.”

This time, the cashier raised an eyebrow.

Stephanie waved her hand dismissively, while the candy and Valentine’s went into a bag. “He’s my little brother or something, it’s fine. Sibling rivalry, y’know.”

She half expected Damian to dismiss this loudly, and awkwardly, in front of the cashier. Instead he took the plastic sack and said, “Another subject I am well-schooled in. Trust me, Brown, if I seriously intended to stab you, you would be stabbed.”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Stephanie said, fairly shoving him toward the sliding doors at the exit. She called over her shoulder to the cashier, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

#stephanie brown #damian wayne #valentine's day #platonic #siblings or something like it #batfam #spoiler #batgirl #robin

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bechloeislegit · 6 years

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BECHLOE WEEK 2018

Day 2: Jealousy [High School AU]

Chloe Beale stood at her locker with her best friends, Aubrey Posen and Stacie Conrad. They were all seniors at Barden High and the main topic, again, was Senior Prom. It was Friday and Chloe was so grateful to have the next two days free from school and talk of the prom.

"Uni asked me to prom yesterday," Aubrey said with a smile. "He's renting us a limousine. You guys should come with us. It will be fun."

"I don't think I'm going," Chloe told her. She glanced across the hall when she saw Beca Mitchell walk up to her locker.

"What?," Aubrey practically screeches causing several of the students to look at them. "You and Beca have been dating for over a year. Didn't she ask you yet?"

Chloe chanced another look at Beca and saw Beca looking back at her, her face impassive. As soon as she caught Beca's eye, Beca looked away from her. Chloe sighed and continued to get her books from her locker.

"We're kind of not talking right now," Chloe said.

"Why?," Aubrey and Stacie both asked. "What happened?"

"I accused her of cheating on me," Chloe said.

"Did she?," Stacie asked. "Or do you think she did?"

"I'm not sure," Chloe said. "I saw her with Jenna Michaels, and they looked cozy. Really cozy. I got upset and accused her of hooking up with Jenna. She got angry and stormed off, and we haven't spoken since."

"You know she wouldn't cheat on you, right?," Stacie asked.

"You can't be sure she didn't," Aubrey said. "You know her reputation."

"Oh, my God, Brey," Stacie said. "We both know that rumors are not truths. What do you have against her anyway? You ignore her when she's with Chloe. You call her names like hobbit and alt-girl. What is your actual problem with her?"

"I just don't like her," Aubrey responded.

"You mean you're jealous of her," Chloe said. "No matter what you do, she always seems to one-up you. You get a 98 on a test; she gets 100. It's been that way since Freshman Year."

"She never studies," Aubrey said her voice high. "I've worked my whole school career to be Valedictorian and that little-"

"Watch it, Brey," Chloe said warningly. "We may be having a problem right now, but she is still my girlfriend."

"Whatever," Aubrey said. "Let's go, or we'll be late for class."

The three girls walk into their first-period class. Chloe's eyes immediately find Beca. Beca frowns when Chloe catches her eye. Chloe gives her a small smile before sitting near Aubrey and Stacie.

"Attention students and faculty," a voice comes over the school speakers.

"Settle down everyone," the teacher, Mr. Sullivan, called out.

The announcement continued. "Would Aubrey Posen please report to the Principal's Office. Aubrey Posen, please report to the Principal's Office."

Aubrey sat there a bit stunned. She's never been called to the Principal's office.

"Miss Posen?," Mr. Sullivan said, snapping Aubrey out of her thoughts. "I think they mean today."

Aubrey blushed bright red as the students laughed. She gathered her things and hurried out the door. When she got to the Principal's office, the secretary told her to have a seat. She sat and waited until Mr. Smith, the Principal, came out of his office.

"Miss Posen," he called out and stood aside to allow Aubrey to enter his office. He followed in behind her. "Please have a seat."

Aubrey sat down, and Mr. Smith sat behind his desk. He opened a folder sitting on the desk in front of him.

"I've called you in here today to congratulate you," Mr. Smith said. "And to inform you…"

"Oh, my God," Aubrey thought as her face brightened and she sat straight up in her chair. This is it; this is what she's been working for since the first day she stepped into her Kindergarten class. Since Mr. Smith only called her into the office must mean she is Valedictorian of her graduating class.

"That you are this year's,' Mr. Smith continued, "Salutatorian."

Aubrey's face blanched. Her ears must be playing tricks on her. Salutatorian? How could that be? She snapped out of it when she realized Mr. Smith was still talking.

"...speech should be ready by May 1 so it can be reviewed by the Superintendent's office," Mr. Smith concluded.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey said as she stood and leaned over the desk to get in Mr. Smith's face. "But did you say I'm the Salutatorian?"

"Yes, that's right," Mr. Smith said.

"May I ask who the Valedictorian is?," Aubrey asked through clenched teeth.

"I can't say as yet," Mr. Smith said. "I have to notify them first before I can say anything more."

Aubrey thought for a moment, and her eyes widened at a sudden realization.

"It's Beca Mitchell isn't it?," Aubrey said her voice rising. "She's always taking things that I deserve to have." Aubrey runs a hand through her hair. "There is no way that alt-girl, overly-mascaraed hobbit, wannabe badass, deserves to be our Valedictorian!"

"Sit down, Miss Posen," Mr. said calmly. "I assure you, we have checked and rechecked everything. The Board of Education and the Superintendent's office has gone over both your records with a fine-toothed comb. You are the Salutatorian."

Aubrey finally comes out of Mr. Smith's office. Her movements are slow, almost robot like. She returns to her class and glares at Beca. Beca isn't surprised at the animosity Aubrey is directing toward her, she is always glaring at her about something. Aubrey sits by her two worried best friends and shakes her head at them when they ask her what's wrong.

The school PA system comes to life with another announcement.

"Attention Students and Faculty," the voice comes over the speakers. "Would Rebeca Mitchell please report to the Principal's Office. Rebeca Mitchell, please report to the Principal's Office."

"What did you do, Beca?," Jesse Swanson asked, and Fat Amy laughed.

"Shut it, Swanson," Beca responded as she gathered up her stuff to head to the Principal's Office.

Beca is gone about fifteen minutes before she returns to class. She doesn't say anything. She just goes to her seat and sits down. Chloe looked back at her with a furrowed brow, but Beca was staring down at her desk.

"Attention Students and Faculty," Mr. Smith's voice comes over the speakers. "I am honored to announce this year's Salutatorian and Valedictorian for the Class of 2018. Your Salutatorian is Rebeca Mitchell." Aubrey's head jerks back to look at Beca who just looks back at her with an unreadable expression. "And your Valedictorian is Aubrey Posen. Congratulations to you both."

"Congratulations, Miss Posen," Mr. Sullivan said. "And to you as well, Miss Mitchell."

"Way to go, Beca," Jesse Swanson and Fat Amy yelled across the room to their best friend. A few others start congratulating the two.

Chloe and Stacie were both squealing and gave Aubrey congratulatory hugs.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Sullivan said. "Let's settle down. There are just a few minutes left so just quietly do your own thing until the bell rings."

"Beca Mitchell as Salutatorian," Stacie said. "Wow."

"Beca's very smart," Chloe said. "She's the reason I was able to pass Calculus last year."

"What?," Aubrey said. "You said you got a tutor and that's why you passed."

"Yeah, I did," Chloe said quietly. "Beca was my tutor. Mrs. Spalding recommended her."

"You never told me that," Aubrey said.

"That's how we got together, remember?," Chloe said.

Chloe was very proud that Beca was Salutatorian. She had to figure out a way to apologize for being jealous and congratulate her for being Salutatorian. For now, she had to be Aubrey's best friend and help her celebrate being Valedictorian.

*0*0*0*0*0*

Beca was sitting alone eating her lunch when Aubrey sat down in the seat across from her. Aubrey looked at Beca and Beca looked back at her.

"Something I can do for you, Posen?," Beca asked.

"I know I'm not the real Valedictorian," Aubrey said while still looking at Beca. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Posen," Beca said. "When I went to the office Mr. Smith said he had informed you that you were Salutatorian. He then told me he made a mistake and you're really the Valedictorian. That's it."

"No, that's not it," Aubrey said. "I don't get it. Why would you decline being named Valedictorian?"

Beca squirmed in her seat. Aubrey sitting and talking with her had a few people staring over at them. She looked around the room to find Chloe's eyes burrowing into her as if it was trying to reach in and expose her very soul.

"Because you want it and I don't," Beca finally replied, playing with her fingers. "It means nothing to me but everything to you. So, I thought you should have it."

"You know I've always been kind of jealous of you," Aubrey said, causing Beca to raise an eyebrow. "I know, kind of confused me, too." Aubrey chuckled, earning a smile from Beca.

"You've got nothing to be jealous of," Beca said.

"I do, or thought I did," Aubrey said. "I was jealous of you because you're smart, popular, and you've won several awards that I really wanted to win."

"Like what?," Beca asked.

"Perfect attendance for one," Aubrey said. "Remember when you were the only one last year who got the perfect attendance award? For a while, I was more upset that I didn't get one, too, than I was about the reason why I didn't get one."

At Beca's questioning stare, Aubrey said, "I missed two days when my grandma passed away."

"Oh," Beca said. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Aubrey said. "I think my jealousy of you started in Freshman Year when you came here the middle of track season and became the darling of the track team. I had always won most of the races and had set all the school records. And then you came along with your short legs and unbelievable speed, and I became the second best runner on the team after you broke all my records. I hated you for that."

"Is that why you didn't try out for the team Sophomore year?," Beca asked.

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "My jealousy kept me from doing something I really loved." Aubrey ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you the past few years. And I'm sorry that you and Chloe aren't speaking. For what it's worth, she knows that you and Jenna didn't hook up. She does trust you, Beca."

Chloe couldn't take it anymore. She got up and stormed over to Beca and Aubrey.

"What's going on here?," Chloe demanded. "First Jenna, and now my best friend? I can't believe you."

"You were saying?," Beca asked Aubrey, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Chloe, it's not what it looks like," Aubrey said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Then what is it?," Chloe demanded.

Aubrey looked at Beca and Beca shook her head as if to say you don't have to tell her. Chloe saw the look that passed between them and stormed off.

"So much for her trusting me," Beca said.

"Beca, I'm sorry," Aubrey said. "I'll talk to her."

"You don't have to," Beca said. "She obviously doesn't trust me, and I don't know if I can continue to be with someone who doesn't."

Beca grabbed her lunch trash and left Aubrey sitting there. Aubrey got up and walked over to where Chloe and Stacie were sitting. Stacie had her arm around a crying Chloe.

"Chloe, we need to talk," Aubrey said.

Chloe looked up and wiped away her tears. "What? Are you going to tell me that you two are dating now?"

"God, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I would never do that to you. Beca would never do that to you."

"What about Jenna?," Chloe asked. "I saw them, Brey. She was flirting and practically hooking up with her and you right in front of me. She doesn't even consider my feelings. She's so selfish."

"Let me stop you right there," Aubrey said, getting angry. "Beca is the least selfish person I know."

"You two are hooking up!," Stacie said. "Why else would you suddenly be defending her?"

"We are not hooking up," Aubrey said. "God, you both need to just shut up and listen."

Chloe and Stacie both looked at Aubrey and waited for her to continue. Aubrey took a deep breath and said, "Beca is the real class Valedictorian."

Both Chloe and Stacie's eyes widened, and they stared at Aubrey, stunned by what she just said.

"That's right," Aubrey said. "Beca beat me out but she knew how much I wanted it and she told Mr. Smith to give it to me. I wouldn't call that being selfish, would you?"

"Beca really did that?," Chloe asked.

"Yes, Beca really did that," Aubrey said. "And Beca hasn't been hooking up with anyone else. You want to know how I know?"

"How?," Chloe asked quietly.

"Because she told me," Aubrey said. "And I trust her. The question is, do you?"

Chloe wiped at another tear that had fallen. "I do," she replied. "But I don't know if I can fix us. I let my stupid jealousy cloud my thinking. And, now, Beca probably doesn't want to ever speak to me again."

"Leave it to me," Aubrey said. "I have an idea."

*0*0*0*0*0*

Monday morning found Beca at her locker gathering her books for class when Jenna Michaels walked up to her.

"So, is it true?," Jenna asked. "Did you and Chloe break up?"

"No, yes, I don't know," Beca said leaning against her locker. "She's so frustrating. I don't know why she suddenly thinks I'm hooking up with you and Aubrey behind her back."

"She does know I'm straight, right?," Jenna asked.

"Somehow I don't think she's thinking straight right now," Beca said causing Jenna to chuckle. "I thought she trusted me; now I'm not so sure."

"Jealousy can be an ugly thing," Jenna said. "If you want I can talk to her for you. Let her know we're just friends."

"Thanks, but I want her to trust me without having everyone else speak for me," Beca said. "She's it for me, and I maybe I need to figure out a way to show her that."

"Good luck," Jenna said and walked away.

Chloe wouldn't look at Beca during their first-period class. Aubrey gave Beca a small smile when the class was over. Chloe walked out with Aubrey and Stacie. Beca sighed and left the room.

The rest of Beca's morning was spent in a fog as she kept thinking about how she could fix things with Chloe. How she can prove to Chloe that she can trust Beca. She stopped at her locker and grabbed her lunch before heading to the cafeteria. She was so out of it that she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around her.

"Beca?," she heard a voice say. She looked up to see Jesse handing her a rose.

"What's this?," Beca asked.

"You'll see," Jesse said.

Suddenly another rose was being handed to her by Jenna who just smiled and winked at her. Then another rose was handed to her by Fat Amy. She kept walking, and roses were handed to her by several people she knew, the last two being Stacie and Aubrey.

Beca was seriously confused by what was happening. Stacie and Aubrey were standing side-by-side and handed her their roses, making it an even dozen. They stepped apart and revealed Chloe standing behind them holding out a bouquet of another dozen roses.

"These are for you," Chloe said softly.

"Chloe?," Beca said taking the roses. "What's going on?"

"I'm apologizing to you for being a jealous idiot," Chloe said. "I trust you, Beca. I really do. And I know that you'd never cheat on me. I'm sorry for getting upset and saying you did."

"You know you could've just said that without doing all this," Beca said with a smile. "And I forgive you."

"Well the apology is not all that this is about," Chloe said. She looks over at Aubrey and Stacie who both smile and nod their heads. Chloe took a deep breath and said, "Beca Mitchell, will you please go to the prom with me?"

"Oh, my God," Beca said with a laugh. "This is a promposal?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, face turning pink.

Beca hands the roses to Aubrey and Stacie and turns back to Chloe, taking her hands and looking into her eyes. "This is the dorkiest thing anyone has ever done for me," Beca said. "I love it. And I love you, too, and would love to go to prom with you."

Chloe's face lights up, and she pulls Beca into a kiss. The cafeteria erupts in applause and cheering.

"I love you, too," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear as their friends came over to congratulate them.

#bechloe #bechloeweek #Bechloeweek2018 #fanfic #bechloe week 2018

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years

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Family (Children Part 3)

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4858

Summary: The big day arrives a bit sooner than expected.

Read on AO3

AN: So this prompt is what inspired this whole "having a baby" idea. You can guess what happens :)

Disclaimer: I have never been pregnant, dealt with a surrogate, or been to Guy's Hospital. Sorry for any inaccuracies.

Baz

Work is dreadfully boring. It has been for the last few weeks. I’m mindlessly filing away client reports. It’s weirdly meditative in it’s repetitiveness. It keeps my mind off worrying. Simon said I should keep going to work. Otherwise I’d just spend hours fussing over Helen with him, and she would not appreciate the extra worrying father to be hovering over her. So I’m sitting here, rearranging documents, being bored into weird zen coma. I barely register my phone ringing, picking up the receiver calmly like I always do.

“Basilton Snow-Pitch.”

“BAZ!” Simon’s voice is so loud I have to pull the phone away from my hyper sensitive ear, wincing painfully.

“Aleister Crowley, Snow, are you trying to make me deaf?”

“Sorry sorry, it’s just- you gotta- you should really get up and go- cause cause-”

“Simon, please slow down! Take a deep breath, then talk, okay, love?”

“Okay okay.” He takes an audible slow inhale and exhale. “Baz, you have to make your way to Guy’s Hospital. Because Helen is going into labour and we’re about to drive there right now.”

“What?!” I jump so suddenly my office phone rattles on my desk. My heart is beating so fast I fear it may stop. “But Helen isn’t due for another week!”

“Tell that to your baby, Basilton!” Helen shouts from somewhere in the background.

“What she says,” Simon puts in, trying not to laugh. “Just get there quickly. We’ll meet you there.”

“Yes yes, good. See you soon.”

I put down the phone. For just a moment, I freeze. The whole world sort of stops for a second. It’s really happening. I’m about to have a baby. I’m about to be a Dad. I think I’m going to be sick. Whether it’s from nerves or happiness, I’m not sure. Doesn’t matter, I need to go!

I gather up all my stuff quickly and shove it into my work bag. Running down the hall, I luckily spot my supervisor.

“Martin!” I shout. He turns around, smiling politely.

“Hey Basil. What’s up?”

“I-I have to go. My surrogate has gone into labour early, and I have to get to the hospital. Can my parental leave start, well, now?”

His eyes go wide. “Oh my god! Yes, yes of course. Please go. Congratulations, mate!”

“Thank you,” I sigh, and dash off out of the office. I hope I don’t get sick in my car.

I have prided myself on staying calm in stressful situations. When Snow would freak out and just attack frantically or simply go off, I would use logic and precise spells. But it seems my serene personality has decided to take a vacation today. Hooray.

I sprint into the hospital lobby and practically crash against the front desk. The man sitting there jolts up to look at me.

“Hello,” I pant out (Merlin, I’m out of breath). “Where is the maternity wing?”

“..why?” He says nervously, probably scared by a weird disheveled man asking where the babies are. (Understandable.)

“M-My husband is here. We’re having a baby. He’s probably already arrived with our surrogate. Should be under Snow. Or Pitch. Or Snow-Pitch, I don’t know. He's not consistent with which name he picks.”

“Uh, let me check.” His fingers rattle across his keyboard. “Are you Basilton?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s me.”

“Alright. Your family is in Room 224”

“Thank you, good sir.”

Once again, I sprint down the clinical hospital, trying to block out all the smells. Hospitals always smell disgusting. I’m so distracted by scents of blood and antiseptic that I nearly miss the room. But a certain voice tips me off.

“Breathe, Helen, breathe.”

“That’s what I’m bloody well doing!”

I burst through. Snow’s head whips up, a relieved smile spreading across his face. Helen is laying on the hospital bed, breathing deeply and gripping my husband’s hand like her life depends on it.

“Hello,” I say as calmly as possible. “What did I miss?”

“Your baby is very eager to see the world,” Helen groans.

“Apparently so. They’re over eager like their father. Here, give Snow’s hand a break and take mine.”

I stride forward and hold my hand out to her. Helen releases her death drip on Simon’s and he sighs heavily, shaking it out. She clutches mine instead. I hiss slightly. Damn, she’s strong. But she’s not vampire strong.

“Wow,” Helen gasps. “For a desk jockey you’re very tough.”

Snow and I share a knowing look across the bed. His eyebrow nearly reaches his hairline, matching his smug smile. “Yeah,” I say. “Working out pays off.

Simon scoffs and rolls his eyes. I glare, but can’t help but smirk.

“You’ve called everyone, right love?” I ask

He nods eagerly. “Yup! Your family, all the Bunces, even Agatha. Oh, she says she wants many pictures of our, I quote, ‘demon spawn.’”

“How eloquent,” I deadpan.

“Hey, if any kid is going to be a demon spawn, it will probably be our’s.”

Of course this is when the doctor decides to enter. She’s a lovely young woman with dark curly hair and glasses. Crowley, she looks a lot like Bunce. That’s a bit freaky.

“Hello!” she greets cheerily (well, she’s more perky than Bunce). “I’m Dr. Gerald. Now, who are the lucky parents today?”

“Uh,” Simon say. “Well, I’m the father.”

I raise my free hand. “I’m also the father.”

“And I’m the incubator,” Helen chimes in.

Dr. Gerald nods slowly. “Okay then. Sounds good. You’re not the first ‘non-traditional’ family I’ve helped. Now, let’s check on how your baby is doing.”

She sits down on the stool and reaches under the medical sheet covering Helen’s lower half. Her face scrunches up in concentration, nodding with little “hm” noises. My worry just increases with every “hm”, twisting and pooling in my stomach.

“Well?!” I snap. Helen lightly smacks my shoulder, glaring harshly.

Dr. Gerald smiles. “Everything seems good. Your baby is well on its way. I think we should expect a quick delivery.”

“Thank god,” Helen sighs.

I squeeze her hand once. “Agreed.”

The doctor sheds her blue plastic gloves still grinning at us. “I’ll be back in little bit to check on you again. In the meantime, try to relax.”

We watch her walk out the door. Helen glares viciously. “Easy for her to say. She doesn’t have a watermelon trying to force its way out of her vagina.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Helen.” Simon says, genuinely apologetic.

“Not your fault, Si. I signed up for this. Literally.”

“Want me to get you anything?”

“Ice chips would be lovely.”

“On it!” Snow bounces up, giving me a peck on the cheek before he dashes off.

I pull up a chair while not letting go of her hand. She’s breathing deeply, clutching and loosening her grip on my hand with every inhale and exhale.

“How are you doing, Helen?” I ask quietly.

“Considering everything? Pretty well. How about you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Baz.” She gives me a knowing look through her sweat soaked auburn bangs. “You don’t need to play tough for me.”

I straighten up instinctively. I still don’t like when people see through my facade. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re about to have a baby. An actual, honest to god, human baby. You’re freaked out, and so is Simon. Which is entirely reasonable. So you don’t need to pretend to be calm in front of me. I understand if you’re not.”

I try to keep my composure. But I’ve been keeping it for months, trying to be the confident one for everyone, especially Simon. But he’s not here right now. So I let out a long sigh, shoulders slumping.

“I’m certainly freaking out,” I say quietly. “All of this has been so far away. But now, it’s actually happening. And...I’m not sure I’m ready.”

“Well, as my sister with four kids says, ‘no one has a script for this shit. Having a kid is life’s ultimate improv’.” Script? Improv? I give her a curious look. She shrugs. “She’s an actress. Everything is a theatre metaphor. But she’s right. No one is ever fully ready to have a kid. Anyone who says otherwise is a fucking liar.”

I groan, leaning my head on the hospital bed. “I just don’t like being unprepared. I usually have a plan for everything. But I’ve read every book and article I can, and I still don’t feel ready. And...and I need to be the ready one, for Snow.”

Helen sighs heavily. I look up at her, and she looks back annoyed. “What?” I snap.

“Baz, you don’t need to be the calm one for Simon.”

“Of course I do! He’s terrified enough, considering his childhood and shitty...foster father. I can’t add to his stress.”

“Y’know, if you ask me, I think Simon would prefer if you were just as freaked out as he is. Then you wouldn’t hide, and he wouldn’t feel weird for being freaked.”

I furrow my brow. What is she talking about? I open my mouth to ask, but suddenly the door bursts open. Snow strides in with a bucket of ice chips.

“Found some! You wouldn’t believe this place. It’s a goddamn maze!”

Helen grins. “Wonderful. Hand them over, Si.”

He puts the bucket in front of her, and Helen scoops out a few to chew on. Snow sits on the other side. They start chatting about random crap while I roll around Helen’s words in my head. I thought I had to be strong for Simon, but now I’m questioning if that’s the right thing to do. Does he need me to be scared too? That doesn’t make sense. At least, not to me.

Helen groans, clutching her stomach and crushing my hand. Simon takes her other one.

“Shit,” she huffs. “I hope that annoying doctor is back here soon.”

“I actually agree with you,” I chuckle.

“It’s okay we’re here for you, Helen,” Simon says. “Thank you so much.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re welcome, you big softie,” she replies. “Buy me a drink after all this. That will be a true thank you.”

“We’ll buy you an entire goddamn bar, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Sim- Shit!” She grips us again, teeth clenched and muscles tensing with another contraction. We let her crush our hands. It’s the least we can do for her. Part of me hopes this is over soon, for Helen and for us. But a smaller part of me hopes time will stop, just wait a little longer, until I’m ready. Though now, I’m not sure I ever will be.

“Should I push yet?” Helen pants. “I feel like I should push.”

“Not just yet,” Dr. Gerald says. “You’re almost there though.”

“Thank the lord.”

“Agreed,” Simon says, subtly shaking out his hand from Helen’s grip. I don’t blame him. I’ll be surprised if I’ll be able to do anything with mine ever again.

I read that labour takes awhile, but this seems to be speeding along. Only two hours and a half hours after we arrived and the doctor says our baby is almost here. My heart is beating so hard it threatens to break my ribs. I’ve been trying to stay calm throughout all of this. But that’s slowly been ebbed away and replaced with utter dread. There’s so much that could go wrong, so much we could do wrong.

I look up at Simon, still standing on the other side of Helen. He’s chewing on his lips to the point it’s probably almost bleeding. I see him picking at his nails on his other hand. He hasn’t done that since uni. I reach behind Helen’s head, palm up in offering. Simon notices, and grabs it firmly. His hot skin fits perfectly my tepid body temperature, like always. We look at each other. His eyes are wide and open and more than a bit scared, silently saying two words. I’m scared.

I nod and mouth, me too .

He sighs and nods back, giving my hand one firm squeeze.

“Okay,” Dr. Gerald says, “it’s time. Helen, on three, I want you to push. Okay?”

“Okay, okay,” she sighs shakily. “Hold on tight, boys.”

“One, two, three, push!”

Helen pushes with all her might, gripping our hands like a vice. My lungs and heart feel tight. My stomach feels like it’s about to drop out on the floor. But for once, I don’t try to hide it from my face. I’m scared, for many reasons, and that’s okay. I’m not above fear, and I’m allowed to show it.

A wail rips through the air.

“It’s a girl! Congratulations, dads!” The doctor announces. She holds up the screaming baby. And my heart officially stops beating.

She’s tiny and crying, as she should be. Her skin is tan, a shade or two darker than Snow’s, and covered in freckles. Little black hairs poke up from the top of her head. I let out a happy, breathy chuckle. My fear doesn’t go away, but joy overwhelms it. This is my kid. I have a daughter. And Crowley, she’s fucking perfect.

“Which one of you wants to cut the cord?” The masked nurse asks.

Snow and I look at each other. He seems just as happy and bewildered as me. My hands are shaking, far too much to do that right now. Snow’s eyes flick down where our’s are joined. He nods knowingly.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

Crowley, I love him. While he does that, I lean down to Helen, who’s breathing heavily and still clutching my hand tightly. “You did so well,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

Helen smiles sleepily. “You’re very welcome. Still scared?”

“Terrified. But far more happy.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.”

“I know.”

Soon, Simon taps my shoulder. “Hey,” he says quietly. I turn around. He stands there, smiling widely, the little bundle in his arms. “Take a look at her.”

Cautiously, I straighten up. She’s still making adorable little cries, though not the shrieks from a few minutes earlier. She stretches towards the sky with her tiny chubby hand. Slowly, I reach out my index finger, and she wraps her own fingers around it. Her grip is strong and warm and so alive . Almost immediately, she stops crying. She’s amazing. And she’s mine.

“Holy shit,” I chuckle. “We have a daughter.”

“Yeah,” Simon sighs. “Which means we need to work on our language.”

I lightly knock his shoulder. “Oh shut up.”

“Wanna hold her?”

“Of course.”

Simon carefully passes her over to me. She fits perfectly into my arms. I lightly cup her little cheek. She yawns and leans into it. Simon giggles.

“She likes you,” he teases.

“I bloody well hope so. She’s going to have to put up with me for a long time.”

“Very true.” He strokes her head softly. “Baz, are you scared? I-It’s really not just me?”

I turn to him. He’s still looking at the baby, but I see the tension in his face, the way all his beautiful features are pulled together. I put my hand over his, stilling it on her soft head. He finally looks at me. I smile.

“No, it’s not just you. I’m terrified. But I’m also very, very happy.”

He sighs, and smiles warmly back at me. “Me too.”

“Then we’ll be terrified and happy together.”

“Damn right.”

“Language,” Helen mumbles sleepily. Simon and I both laugh.

Simon discreetly wipes a few tears from his cheek and snuffles unceremoniously. “Now, I should go inform our horde of relatives. You okay if they come in, Helen?”

“Yeah sure. Bring on the horde.”

“Alright,” Simon chuckles. “Be right back.”

I kiss his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

Simon practically skips out the door. I sigh, and sit the chair, my baby still close to my chest. Crowley, my baby. I have a living breathing infant who I’m responsible for. And I already love her more than anything.

“See?” Helen says. “Told you it was better to tell him.”

“Yeah yeah, you were right.”

“Penelope’s got a point. You two really do have trouble communicating.”

“Ha, you think this is bad? You should’ve seen us when we were roommates at school. There were many reason it took us 7 and a half years to confess our feelings. Lack of communication was certainly one of them.”

“Damn. Were you a great love story filled with toils and trials and tragic miscommunications?”

I smirk, flicking my eyes over to her. “Something like that.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and the horde pours in. The Bunces and my family, including all my little siblings, rush inside. Penelope is at the front (of course she is), smiling so hard her face hurts.

“Let me see!” She shrieks.

“Shhh!” I hiss. “Helen’s tired and the baby is tentatively sleeping.”

“Sorry sorry. Just let me see her, please?”

I shift the baby slightly, facing her out more. Bunce gasps quietly.

“She’s so cute,” she whispers. “Got Simon’s freckles, huh?”

“Yes, certainly. Hopefully she’s inherited a better sense of humour though.”

“Hey!” Simon snaps from beside me.

I press my lips to his cheek “Love you, darling.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, love you too. Now go talk to your dad.”

With some very short mental preparation, I stand up and stride over to my father, who’s standing with my step-mother and siblings. He looks stern, wearing a crisp black suit with his hair slicked back, but that’s usual. For once, I do wonder what he’s thinking.

“Father,” I say.

“Basil,” he replies, voice flat.

I shift my bundled baby towards him. “This is your first grandchild.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Would you like to hold her?”

His bored mask breaks a little. In a very rare instance, he looks nervous. Our relationship has certainly improved over the years but it’s far from perfect. We still tend to tiptoe around each other a lot, afraid we’ll do the wrong thing.

I hold the baby out further. “It’s alright. You’ve had five children, I don’t think you’ll drop her or something.”

He scoffs out a small laugh. “Alright, let’s see her.”

I pass my daughter over to him. He holds her carefully. I know that my father is precise and cautious, but that’s usually in regards to schemes or magic. But now I see it applied to my child, and it’s much less menacing. My siblings peer over, smiling and giggling over the baby.

Daphne walks up next to me, placing a hand on my arm. “Congratulations, Basilton.”

“Thank you, Daphne.”

Suddenly, Mordelia crashes into me. Even as an official adult, she’s still boisterous as anything. And after years in America, she talks like them, unfortunately. “Yeah, congrats, broseph. Try to be nice to her, okay?”

I elbow her side. “Fu- Screw off, Mordelia. I’m plenty nice.”

“Liar.” She peers over at the baby, tickling her little cheek. “Does this little munchkin have a name yet?”

I turn my head to look at Simon, who’s talking with Bunce quietly near a snoring Helen. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking the question. We picked names for a boy or a girl a while ago, but kept them both secret, despite Bunce and others pestering us. Simon nods with a smile. I turn back to my father.

“Her name’s Natasha,” I say loud enough for all to hear. “Natasha Penelope Snow-Pitch.”

Everyone goes dead silent. Father inhales sharply, probably in shock and happiness. Micah, standing with Gil a bit farther away, goes slack jawed. Gil laughs loudly.

“That’s Mamá’s name!” He shouts.

I turn around. Bunce is frozen where she stands, brown eyes as big as saucer plates behind her glasses. When she speaks, her voice is nervously cracking.

“S-Seriously?”

“Yeah, Pen, seriously,” Simon says, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “You’re my best friend. I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you. So when Baz suggested I pick a middle name for a girl, it was sort of a no-brainer.”

Bunce opens her mouth to speak, but I think for once in her life, she doesn’t have anything to say. Instead she just hugs him fiercely, burying her face in his shirt. Simon chuckles and hugs her back. It’s the second most adorable thing I’ve seen today (my baby takes first place, of course.) When she pulls back, there are tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Areseholes,” she sputters. “This was all some ploy to make me blubber in front of everyone, right? You bastards.”

Simon laughs with his head thrown back and everyone joins in, including Bunce herself. Snow presses her to him in a side hug. “Seriously, though. It’s a big honour. Thank you,” she looks at me, “both of you.”

I nod once. “You’re most welcome, Bunce.”

“Welcome, Penny.”

A hand claps over my shoulder, arm snaking around them. I turn to my father. He’s smiling, more genuinely than I’ve ever seen him do so in my entire life.

“Your mother would be very honoured as well, Baz. And incredibly happy for you,” he says with actual real affection.

My heart stutters. For years, I’ve been scared of what my mother would think of me. Her gay, vampire son. But that sentiment, from my father of all people, makes me feel a whole lot better. My lips press together, trying to will back tears. I’ve been dangerously close to crying for awhile now and this isn’t helping. I feel a few tears leak out, but quickly wipe them away. I have a reputation to maintain, dammit.

“Thank you, father,” I reply, voice cracking slightly.

He nods once. I feel a tug on my trouser leg and look down to see Gil, sucking in his thumb. “I see baby, uncle Baz?”

“Of course, Gil. C’mere.”

I lift him up in my arms. He peers over at Natasha in my father’s arms, eyebrows pulling in and mouth turning into a frown.

“She’s so...” he says. “Squishy.”

All the adults chuckle. “Yes, she’s very squishy looking.”

“Papá, was I squishy?”

“Yes, mijo,” Micah says, ruffling his hair. “You were just as squishy.”

He sticks his tongue out. “Gross!”

Everyone laughs again. Gil stays on my hip for a bit, zooming his toy car up and down my shoulder, while we all chat. Natasha gets passed to other people, but I always keep an eye on her. Daphne coos over her happily with Mordelia and the twins. Even my usually Grimm-family-level-solemn little brother smiles. Eventually she makes her way into Penelope’s arms. She, Snow, and a newly awake Helen look over her, giggling at her every little movement. I sigh under my breath. Part of me can’t believe this is happening to me. All my family is here, including my child. My own living, breathing, perfect child. Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

After about a few hours, we’re all quite tired, Helen especially, who’s been falling in and out of sleep. The nurse says, barring any complications, she can go home tonight. (She’s going to stay with her sister, who she wants to take care of her post-pregnancy.) We shuffle everyone out so she can get some rest. Daphne gives me one last cheek kiss, Father and Micah shake my hand, Mordelia says goodbye with a fist bump, Gil hugs my leg, and Penelope reluctantly gives me back my own baby.

“Am I going to have to worry about you kidnapping her?” I ask with a playful smirk.

“Hey, you just might,” she replies with a nudge. “She’s absolutely precious. If you ever need a babysitter, I’d be happy to help.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Of course.” She gives me one more hug, careful not to crush Natasha between us. “Congrats again, Baz. I’m really happy for you two.”

“Thank you, Penelope.”

She pulls back, patting my arms once. “Try to get some sleep tonight. You’re not going to get a lot for awhile.”

“Wonderful...”

“Welcome to parenthood, Basil. Have fun!”

She walks off with final swish in her step. I roll my eyes. Of course, smug as usual. Should I expect anything else at this point? I go back in and pull up my chair next to Snow. He’s lounging with his eyes shut, a sleepy smile playing on his face. I lean my head on his soft shoulder.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” he replies. “How’s she doing?”

“Still sleeping, thank Merlin. Hopefully she’s not a restless baby.”

“Knowing our luck? She’ll be up all hours of the night.”

I let out a scoffing chuckle. “Very true. She is cute though.”

Simon hums, playing with her little black hairs. “Incredibly so.” He sighs happily. “She’s perfect.”

“M-hm.” My mouth twists slightly. “I hope I don’t mess her up.”

“Hey, remember what you told me? Back when we started this craziness?” He puts his strong arm around me, pulling me closer. “‘We’ll both fuck up. No parent is perfect. But we’ll try our best. And I know your best will be fucking amazing.’”

I chuckle. “Yes yes, I remember, I said it.”

“Well, I know you’re best will be fucking amazing too.”

I lean into him more, holding Natasha between us. She breathes very quietly but I can hear her (yay vampire senses). Every inhale and exhale makes me happy and relieved, because it reassures me that she’s alive and well. “Thank you, love.”

He carefully takes Natasha from me. “You look tired. Sleep for a bit. I’ll take care of Natty for now.”

“We’re not calling her that,” I mumble before turning over in my chair. Simon chuckles. Quickly, I’m whisked away into into welcome sleep.

Even more hours later, after tests and talking to doctors and getting our stuff together, we’re allowed to take Natasha home. Helen still dozes on and off in our car. She says she wants to sleep for a thousand years. As we let her off at her sister’s house, we promise to call and visit her in a few days. She tiredly agrees, and we thank her for the millionth time before shutting the door gently behind her.

When we arrive at our own home, it’s very dark. Natasha hasn’t woken up, thank Merlin and Morgana. I drop all our heavy baby bags with a sigh.

“Home sweet home,” I say happily.

“Wonderful,” Simon sighs. “I need real sleep. In pyjamas. In our bed.”

“Me too.” I take his hand in mine and lead us to our room. In there, Snow lays Natasha in her little green bassinet that we had ready. She stretches and yawns, smacking her tiny lips. I spend an inordinate time just staring her. Even though that’s what I’ve been doing all day. Maybe I’m still absorbing it all. Will I ever get used to this? Having a child in my house, in my life? I think so. But right now, I can’t help but stare at her.

“Baz,” Simon whispers. “C’mon, you’re tired. You can look at her tomorrow.”

I lopsidedly, half my mouth pulling up. “Yeah, I guess I can.”

We get changed as quickly and quietly as possible. (Just because Natasha hasn’t woken up yet doesn’t mean she won’t very soon.) Silently, we slip under the covers. I pull Simon against me, my body curled around his. He holds my hand tightly over his heart. Our fingers slip together easily like they always do.

Simon sighs. “Today has been...”

“A day ,” I finish.

He chuckles, back rattling against my chest. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I’m excited though.”

“Me too.” He turns in my arms to face me. His beautiful face is half lit up in moonlight, accentuating his freckles and making his bronze hair glow. He traces a finger down my cheekbone, then cups my face softly. He smiles, blue eyes almost sparkling. “We can do this. We’ve faced a lot worse. So we can certainly do this.”

I put my hand hand over his, nodding slowly. “Yes, we can. Together.”

“Together.”

He shuffles forward, pressing his face into my shoulder. I rub slow circles into his back and run my fingers through his hair.

“I love you,” I whisper against his scalp.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice muffled by my shirt.

I let my eyes slide shut. The exhausting excitement of the day makes my bones and muscles soft. Sleep is a welcome guest in my body. My husband is snoring softly into my skin, my daughter is right behind me. Everything is okay. Better than that, everything is great. I can sleep.

Then Natasha starts crying.

She lets out a loud piercing wail that tears through my sleepy calm. Simon groans and starts disentangling himself from me.

“No no,” I mutter. “I’ll get her.”

He makes tired sound of gratitude and rolls onto his other side. I swing my legs off the mattress, hanging my head for a second to get my composure, then scoop up my screaming child. I pat her back lightly, bouncing her up and down the hall.

“There there, little puff,” I say softly. “It’s alright, I’m here. Everything’s alright. Don’t worry, love, I’m not going anywhere.”

AN: Baby's here! And in my mind, of course her name would be Natasha, and with the middle name Penelope. I've used this name in my other fics too because I feel it works really well. Penny would certainly blubber :) Also the final situation is based on exactly what happened to my parents the day they brought me home. I was a loud baby. Even as an infant I liked to scream all the time. Now I scream about fandom stuff instead of food (still sometimes about food, tbh.) Tomorrow: snowy day!

#carry on countdown #coc 2017 #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #micah #malcolm grimm #daphne grimm #mordelia grimm #fluff #children #mysnowbazfic

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First, congratulations on 500 followers. You deserve it. I love you Ambrollins posts. I have a couple fic ideas. Since Seth didn't go on the Australian tour how about some fluff with him and Dean missing each other. Facetiming or skyping with each other. Maybe Roman teasing Seth about missing Dean. :-)

need you so much closer (dean/seth) - 2.2k. - fluff, pining, first kiss, getting together (ao3 link)

This is disgustingly fluffy, so sorry if it makes your teeth rot!

It's only been a month and that's hard to wrap his mind around. It feels like they've already been doing this — all of this — together for years.

The thing is, Dean's a creature of habit. Even though he learned long ago that he shouldn't get too used to anything, because it could be taken away from him at any moment. Being alone is obviously not a foreign concept to him, but he's always had trouble adjusting to sudden changes, especially now when it involves him and Seth. Because somehow, even after everything that's happened, they still just fit together so easily and seamlessly.

So, it's kind of messing with his head a bit. Because Seth's been a constant presence in his life for the last few weeks and now he's half a world away. And it's got him all off-kilter and out-of-sorts.

He wakes up from a fitful night's sleep and his head feels like he's been in a car crash. He'd only got like four hours, maximum, but he figures there's no point in trying for any more. He gets out of bed and looks at his phone. Usually, there'd be a message there, laying out their schedule for the day, and they'd figure out where and when they'd meet up — but obviously there isn't now. Because Seth's not here.

He's sure Roman's already in the middle of his work-out for the day. Fucking morning people. He can't even stomach the idea of being near a gym before 10am in the fucking morning. Crazy bastards.

So, he has breakfast by himself, like the sad sack he is. He wonders if people can tell that he's missing something that now feels vital to his very being. He wonders if they can deduce that the chair opposite him is meant for his…Seth. He still doesn't know how to begin to describe what this new relationship between them is in any simple terms. His former best friend? His former mortal enemy? Officially, he's his tag team partner, he supposes. But that doesn't come close to encompassing all of what they are and have been to each other over the many years that their lives have been inextricably intertwined.

His other half, his brain supplies helpfully. He scoffs at the thought. People don't need other people to complete them. That's bullshit.

It doesn't explain why even with a couple coffees in him and supposedly more awake and in better spirits than before, all he can think about is that around now is when they'd start arguing about the most inane subject imaginable while Seth absently steals forkfuls of pancakes off his plate.

He abandons his breakfast early and just starts walking down the street in a random direction, almost hoping he gets lost.

It occurs to him that he's never once gotten lost in a strange city on a strange continent when Seth's been by his side. Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered if he did anyway. He'd always be right where he wanted to be.

He's exhausted when he gets back to the hotel late that night, but instead of instantly passing out, he reaches for his phone and calls Seth's number without thinking about it.

"Dean?" Seth answers. He sounds a bit surprised, but in a pleasant sort of way, and fuck — he even sounds far away. Maybe he's imagining it, or maybe he's not. His voice doesn't sound like it usually does; it's still not right.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" He probably sounds deranged; it's always like that after a long night spent in the ring, in front of the crowds, the leftover adrenaline still slowly draining away, too much blood still pumping to his head.

"It's — uh, it's going okay. How're things over there?" Seth says, his voice betraying only a tiny amount of concern.

"Good," Dean tells him. "Really good. I just walked around for a long time today — I don't even know where the hell I ended up, but it was cool. Really cool. And tonight was fucking great. But it's just — it's fucking weird walking out there alone, man."

Seth laughs and it's a soft, garbled sound, almost like he's moved the phone away from his mouth. God, he missed what that sounds like up close. God, he's probably actually losing his fucking mind.

"Well, at least you have no one to trip over," Seth says, deadpan.

Dean laughs at that, too. "That's exactly what Roman said. The cheeky fucker."

They both laugh then.

"Anyway, what are you up to?" Dean says when they're quiet again. "What time is it there anyway — Shit —" He didn't even bother to check, because he's a complete idiot. Fucking time zones, goddamn —

"It's all good, man," Seth reassures him. "I was just feeding the dogs. It's been a pretty chill morning."

"Oh, that's good then," Dean says.

"Yeah, I guess," Seth says, but in an odd tone.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, man — it's just weird being back home sometimes. All alone in a big house. Almost like it's too quiet, you know? I couldn't get to sleep last night for hours — It's weird without people, like, talking in the corridors and slamming doors and all the cars and noise and stuff in the streets —"

Dean nods unthinkingly. "Yeah," he agrees. "I get it. And I didn't get that much sleep last night either."

"Oh, I should probably let you go then —"

"No," Dean cuts him off, probably too quickly. "No, it's okay — Just tell me what's going on over there."

"Like, right now?" Seth says, sounding uncertain.

"Yeah, like what are your dogs up to?"

"Oh," Seth says, and then he starts relaying all the mischief his pets are currently getting into. He just talks and talks about the most random stuff and Dean hums in acknowledgment every few minutes and he's sure Seth has better shit to do but he sounds completely fine with it, happy even, and when it feels like he's genuinely about to pass out on him, Dean tells him goodnight and hangs up.

He takes his jeans off and brushes his teeth before he gets back into bed.

Seth sends him a video of himself playing with his dogs a couple minutes later and he finds himself smiling in earnest for the first time all day.

He falls asleep pretty much as soon as his head hits the pillow.

He meets Roman for lunch and he keeps eyeing him with a suspicious look on his face the whole time.

"What?" he eventually demands. "Is something on my face?"

"Yeah," Roman says, nodding seriously. "You actually look like someone didn't piss in your coffee this morning. It's a miracle."

"Shut the fuck up," Dean tells him, with all sincerity.

"Really, though, man. What happened? You were the grumpiest I've ever seen you yesterday. And that's saying something — Like, for real —"

"Okay, you don't need to elaborate," Dean says testily. "I got it."

"I mean, I'd say you got laid last night, but that's pretty much impossible, I'd think —"

"What?" Dean asks, narrowing his eyes at him, almost offended. "Why would that be impossible?"

"Well, because Seth's back in Iowa," Roman says, like it's an obvious conclusion to arrive at.

Dean almost chokes on his food.

"What the fuck, man?" he says, when his air passages are clear again.

Roman looks like he's holding in the most hysterical laughter of his life.

"You're an asshole," Dean tells him definitively.

"Did you talk to him?" Roman asks, casually taking a sip of his drink.

Dean rolls his eyes, and then lets out a long sigh. "Fine, okay, I did."

"Did you tell him how much you miss him?" Roman says, clearly revelling in his misery now.

Dean has to tightly clench his fists on the table for a moment before someone gets punched in their perfectly square jaw.

"We talked," Dean grits out. "It was a completely normal conversation that did not involve any sappy, sentimental bullshit. Are you happy now?"

"I don't know," Roman asks. "Are you?"

Dean has to firmly restrain himself from throwing a fry into his hair.

He's just gotten out of the showers after the next show when he finds his phone's buzzing. He sits down on the locker room bench and there's a weird feeling in his chest when he realises it's Seth.

"Hey, man," Dean answers, trying really hard to sound less strung-out than the night before.

"So, Roman called me," Seth starts, as innocuously as possible.

Dean immediately groans and thinks about actually dying.

"He says you're having a — crisis?" Seth asks, confused.

"It's nothing," Dean tells him. "It's just strange — not having you here. I know it's fucking crazy. It's only been, like, a month — but fuck, it feels like longer than that. Maybe it's because you weren't there for so long before — sometimes when I really needed you."

And fuck, Seth is definitely going to think he's out of his fucking mind now. Maybe he can blame the jetlag and the disorientation and the lack of sleep — yeah, that'd probably work —

Seth just grows really silent on the other end. "Wow, I — I didn't know, man. I mean — I thought it was just me."

"What?" Dean asks disbelievingly.

"I mean — I keep having funny thoughts about stuff and I want to tell you about it, but you're not there."

"I know," Dean says. "I keep turning to look at you when someone says or does something really stupid, and you're not there either. Who else am I supposed to judge our idiot coworkers with, Seth?"

Seth laughs at his despairing tone, but it's helpless rather than teasing. "This is stupid," he says, summing it all up perfectly.

"Yeah, I know. Really stupid." I just miss being around you, he wants to say, desperately, but God, how pathetic would that sound.

Seth sighs audibly. "When are you gonna be back?"

"Soon. In a couple days."

"Why does that feel like a lifetime from now?" Seth says, his voice small and more vulnerable than Dean's ever heard it before.

"I don't know," Dean replies, truthfully.

He's determined to enjoy their last show Down Under, and not just for Roman's benefit, no matter how much he thinks it is.

The tour's been great and he can't wait to come back someday with Seth. And just that thought makes him feel oddly warm inside, because he's actually imagining it — imagining a future, with Seth by his side. And that's always felt like a dangerous thing to do.

He doesn't want to lose this, though. He doesn't think he can survive losing it again. Losing him. Fuck. He's pretty sure he'd do anything in his power to keep this for as long as he can.

It's all he's thinking about when he walks down the ramp, one half of the tag team titles around his waist, ready to enter the fray, have the fight of his life, like he does every night — like they do every night, together.

Seth's not there with him, at least not physically, but it's almost like he can still feel him. Standing right next to him. Where he was always meant to be.

Seth's waiting for him when he gets off the plane. He'd slept a lot on the way over, he'd listened to a playlist Seth had made him for the long flight back, he'd scrolled through some of the more ridiculous selfies Seth had sent him over the weekend (and Seth hates selfies, so something about that makes it more special), and he feels — well-rested, energised, reinvigorated. Ready for anything. Truly at ease for the first time since he said goodbye to Seth about a week ago.

They just stare at each other for a few long moments, Dean with a ghost of a smile on his lips, Seth with an expectant look on his face — before Dean just reaches out and pulls him close into his arms.

Seth closes his eyes, buries his face into his shoulder contently, and it feels like his body was meant to fit right here, pressed flush against his own, Dean feeling Seth's heartbeat against his own chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Dean runs a hand up into his hair and breathes in the smell and the aura and the very essence of him. He's never felt anything more real in his life.

When they finally pull away, Dean starts rummaging in his backpack for something while Seth looks on quizzically.

"Dean, what —"

"I got you something," he says, placing a small, stuffed koala into Seth's hands.

Seth just stares at it and then back at Dean.

"Your dogs can play with it, too, if you want —" Dean says, sheepishly, eyes looking at the floor, passing his fingers through his hair.

"You're such a sap," Seth tells him, looking at him with fondness practically overflowing from his big, dark eyes.

Before he can refute his words, Seth is reaching up and kissing him, briefly and chastely, on the mouth.

And then it's hard to talk about anything at all.

"Thanks," Seth tells him, breathlessly, staring him right in the eyes.

Dean just smiles at him before reaching out and taking his hand in his own and then they head towards the doors together.

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The Royal Romance: The Finale Rewritten

Wow, look at that. I’m bitter and angry. Some spoilers for Rules of Engagement. I use my personalized names for the princes (Quince for TRR and Mateo for ROE). Several lines of dialogue taken from the final chapter.

Pairing: the Prince x MC

"Do I look like the type of person to disown my brother?” Bertrand hissed at you.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, recalling all the disheartened looks Maxwell had whenever his brother dismissed him.

“Kinda...” You replied in turn, your voice cool. You didn’t hesitate to defend your friend, knowing he was so much better than what his brother made him feel. But Bertrand surprised you. Huh. Guess he did have a heart.

Speaking of which...

“We’d better not risk it. Bertrand looks like he’s one surprise away from a heart attack tonight,” you said, only half joking.

It was a shame. You wanted a moment with Maxwell, really, but you just couldn’t afford it.

Luckily, you didn’t have time to dwell on it as a handsome blonde man approached the pair of you.

“Mateo’s the former Crown Prince of Cordonia and half-brother to our beloved Prince Quince,” explained Maxwell once the journey down memory lane was over.

“I’m surprised you didn’t lead with that.” You raised an eyebrow at Mateo, who merely smiled. “So...you’re doing what now, if you don’t mind me asking? You mentioned a cruise?”

“Yeah, how is that?” Maxwell asked, glancing at his old friend. “Fun, I hope.”

“Definitely beats all this...” Mateo gestured around the ballroom. “But yes, it’s fun. Although I suppose that more has to do with someone I’ve met.”

“Oh?” You recognized the look in his eyes. It was something you had seen in your own reflection the past few weeks. “A special someone?”

Mateo chuckled, touching the back of his neck. “Yes, a special someone. In fact...”

“Could it possibly be the same person from before?” Madeline asked, sliding into the conversation with a gracefulness that made you simmer. “Mateo. It has been a while.”

“Madeline,” greeted Mateo. “Yes, it has been. And yes also to your question. I see you are doing well.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I might be announced queen,” said Madeline. “I am quite certain I will be, in fact.”

Maxwell nudged you, whispering, “Hey! This could be your chance to see if Madeline got a note. I mean, she might not tell you but you could ask?”\

You shrugged and turned to the other woman, asking her, “Hey, Madeline, have you received any correspondence tonight?”

Madeline looked unimpressed with you, as if you weren’t standing between her and the crown. Even if Quince didn’t pick you, you sure as hell hoped he didn’t pick her.

“Correspondence?” She seemed as if she was about to laugh. “No. I’ve had quite enough on my hands with the ball tonight. I’m afraid I haven’t had time for letters tonight.”

Congratulations, you finally figured me out. A knife so dull doesn’t belong in the kitchen, so why don’t you take Olivia’s lead and leave?

That was what you heard, and weeks of surviving court stopped you from giving Madeline the New York treatment. That would probably cost you the king and queen’s favors.

Madeline dismissed herself, which was perfect as Quince made his way over to your little group. You couldn’t help the smile when you saw him, and it grew larger as you saw him banter with his brother.

“I know you will be an excellent king, little brother,” said Mateo, placing a hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Much better than I would have been. My plans never did include the throne.”

“What are your plans?” Quince asked curiously.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to marry for love,” the former Crown Prince said, his eyes flickering to Madeline nearby, “which is why I could never stay here.”

“Oh, yeah!” You grinned. “You mentioned a special someone earlier. Was it someone you met on the cruise?”

Mateo returned your smile. “Yes, My Lady. Not to take away from my brother’s coronation, but I’m actually engaged.”

The prince’s eyebrows shot up. “Engaged, really? Congratulations, brother. Do our parents know?”

“Yes, they’ve already met her,” assured Mateo. “They were...skeptical at first, more or less blamed her for me abdicating the throne, but they seem to like her well enough. I’m certain you all will too.”

“How can I not like the woman who’s making you smile like that?” Quince teased. “I’m happy for you. Marrying someone you love...” His eyes met yours. “Well, that’s the dream.”

You blushed, even more so when Mateo smiled mischievously at the two of you before turning to Maxwell, who didn’t catch on as quickly.

“I mean, we should go investigate the appetizers. As in, and leave these two with some alone time...” Mateo looked pointedly at his old friend.

“Oooo! Right.” Maxwell smiled sheepishly. “Well, I can always eat more!”

“Excellent. You’ll be the first from my parents to meet my fiancee as well. She hasn’t taken a break from the shrimp puffs all night,” said Mateo, his tone filled with utter adoration. “My Lady, it was my profound pleasure to meet you.”

With that, he grabbed Maxwell and not so subtly hurried away from you.

“I can’t tell if he’s in a rush to get us alone or to see his fiancee,” you remarked, amused as you and the prince watched Mateo kiss a pretty woman at the table. “He must love her a lot.”

“Well, speaking of that...” Quince cleared his throat. “The truth is...I’m done waiting. I want you.”

You felt your face get hot at his passionate words that lacked any hesitation.

“Quince...” You murmured, eyes wide.

“If you feel the same way, that is,” he assured you. “I’ll slip outside, and you can meet me there, if you can. The thrill of the risk to be with someone you love...” His eyes flickered to his brother. “I understand now. What do you say?”

God, you wanted to. Nothing would be better than to have one last moment with him, especially since you had no idea what was coming next. But...you couldn’t afford the cost of it.

“It’s too risky...I’d hate to cause a scandal on your big night,” you said softly. Rather than look disappointed, his face lit up.

“Always looking out for me.” He reached for your hands, and you met him halfway. “I wanted to tell you this now, before the entire court turns their attention back on us.”

“I don’t think it ever wasn’t on us,” you said, and he chuckled.

“Maybe, but my point is...even if I didn’t have to choose a bride tonight, I’d still be proposing,” said Quince softly, making your breath hitch. “I don’t need any more time to decide. I already know.”

“Quince...” You swallowed. “What are you saying?”

His smile grew, and even in your shock you couldn’t help but admire how wonderfully bright he looked. No matter what, you wanted him happy.

The prince whispered your name, kissing your hands softly.

“I’ve wanted to say this for a while now. I never expected to feel this way about anyone. I never expected to meet anyone like you. I thought New York itself was amazing, the lights shining brighter than anything I’ve ever seen...and then I met you.”

He ran his thumb over your fingers, seemingly caught up in his nerves, and you took a step closer to him, hoping to reassure him.

“These past few weeks have been torture...wanting to desperately spend time with you, but being held back by propriety and this damned process. Wanting so badly to hold you...to tell you that it was always you in my heart.”

He practically sighed your name, and you felt tears form in the corner of your eyes. Was this what it was like? To have your heart in the hands someone you would do anything for? What...what was this feeling called again?

“You’re the brightest spot in my world,” continued Quince. “New York be damned. I never said this to anyone before, but I know it’s more true than my own name. Which is all to say...”

It was on the tip of your tongue...

“I love you.”

Oh, there it was.

“Quince...” You said breathlessly. What did you say, what were you supposed to do? You were in court...but damn it, who cared? “I love you too.”

You squeezed his hands as you repeated your words, and if you thought his smile was bright before, you were certainly wrong because the sun itself was dim in comparison to the smile on his face now.

Quince laughed, the same way one did when they were suddenly relieved of their burdens, and kissed your hands once more. He uttered your name so full of affection and worship, your heart skipped a beat.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said. “My brother was always the adventerous one, the one who took all the risks and broke the rules, but I hope he doesn’t mind I take a page out of his book.”

The prince pulled you close, one hand slipping from your grasp to cup your cheek, and you smiled.

“You haven’t announced your queen yet,” you reminded him, even as multiple pairs of eyes turned to you two as a result of his gesture.

Quince leaned in closer. “I will, soon. But I should give some sort of unofficial announcement, don’t you think?”

You laughed and he took the chance to swoop in and capture your lips with his own. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your teeth awkwardly clashing as the two of you were unable to hold back your grins.

People around you gasped, and you pulled away in time to see Madeline’s jaw clench. Good. There was one winner tonight, and it was you.

But that wasn’t important at the moment, raising an eyebrow as Olivia approached you two, seemingly ignoring the stunned audience.

“Well, isn’t this touching?” She said, regarding you coolly. Her eyes flickered over to Quince, her features softening after a moment. “You won’t forget me again, will you?”

Quince smiled warmly and, after looking at you searchingly for a moment, slipped his hands away and took those of his childhood friend’s.

“I could never forget you, Olivia Nevrakis,” he assured. “It was a pleasure reuniting with you these last few weeks.”

Olivia hummed, and looked at you next.

“This doesn’t make us friends,” she declared. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the letter.”

“It wasn’t me, Olivia,” you said, something you should have done at the beginning when she told you. “I got one too. But if it didn’t intimidate me, then surely it wouldn’t scare you away.”

Olivia smirked. “Of course not. Do you know who I am? My ancestors were the most ruthless rulers in the land once. It would be a shame to my name if I let something like that chase me away.” She turned, waving her hand dismissively. “Long live the queen, and all that. Don’t screw it up.”

“She means well,” said Quince once she was gone.

You chuckled. “Let me guess. All bark and no bite? I know. Now, don’t you have a coranation to attend?”

“Is that today?” The prince laughed, kissing your hands again. “I hope to put a ring on that lovely hand of yours once this night is over. Now, if you will excuse me.”

You watched him go on stage with his parents, blowing him a kiss when he looked your way. As his father gave him the royal ring, Quince turned to the crowd, addressing those in the court.

“It is my honor to announce now your new Queen of Cordonia...”

As he said your name, he held out his hand out to you and pulled you on stage. The people in the court clapped thunderously, your face flushing when you heard Maxwell and the others whooping and cheering.

You caught sight of Madeline clapping reluctantly in the corner, a displeased look on her face, but you didn’t care. This was your moment, something you had been waiting for for weeks, and no one was going to ruin it for you.

Quince placed a soft kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Are you ready for the next chapter of your life? It won’t be easy, being Queen.”

You smiled at him.

“With you, I can do anything. This is the happy ending I wanted, and I’m going to make sure I be the best Queen and wife I can.”

His face lit up and he turned to the court, who had begun a new chant.

“Love live the king!”

“Long live the queen!”

fin

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