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afangirlwashere · 5 years

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We’ll always be back then (p.p. x reader)

Summary: A good thing ends to enable another good one to happen.

Warnings: a few swear words here and there, some angst

A/N: I got really sad thinking about losing Tony and now Spider-Man in the same year and this happened.

Song inspo: this absolute gem that inspired the title, Where did all my friends go - Jamie Campbell Bower, Alone is no together - The Darling Buds

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Peter’s stomach twisted and turned as his eyes fixed on the Iron Man helmet set on a small table in the living room. His hands damped and he swallowed so much saliva that throwing up seemed like a very real option.

He looked away trying to calm his senses but when he saw Pepper’s small polite smile while Morgan sat in her lap playing with her mother’s hands, staring at Pepper’s wedding ring, he felt his breathing quicken. Morgan’s eyes wandered around the room as her little fingers kept twisting the wedding ring and her eyes eventually met with Peter’s.

He got introduced to Morgan today before the funeral ceremony but they barely spoke to each other. It was only now that he could see her face for a little longer that he realized - she has Tony’s eyes. They’re big and the same shade of dark brown. Though Peter couldn’t think of Tony’s eyes without remembering the last time he saw them he knew that whenever his mentor looked at him they were warm with admiration and love. They were in his last moments too.

Morgan’s, on the other hand, weren’t like that at all. Even though Pepper had introduced him as ‘The Peter Parker’ to her he was still a complete stranger. And Morgan was smart for her age, or at least that’s what Happy told him this morning when he drove them to the lake. One of the first things you teach your child is stranger danger and the house was full of people who were exactly that. So she stayed as close to her mother as possible.

Peter felt his body move without knowing where it was headed. He pushed the glass doors open to get out of the house and maybe puke somewhere more private.

“Peter? Are you okay?” he heard his aunt’s faint voice. She was the one talking to Pepper right now.

“Just need some fresh air...” he mumbled so quietly that he was sure none of them heard him.

His tie felt like it was choking him but it was impossible to loosen with shaky hands. His feet fumbled from the stairs and that’s when he noticed a figure standing on the bridge to the lake.

At first, he thought it must have been one of the guests because all the women had some kind of a black dress and a coat. But the closer he got the more unsure he was.

As he was opening his mouth to speak a small figure ran past him brushing his leg lightly. Morgan rammed in the girl's leg with full force almost knocking her into the lake.

“You scared me dumpling.” she turned around and stroked Morgan’s hair delicately “What are you doing outside alone?” Shortly after the unknown girl’s head jerked up noticing they weren’t completely alone.

Peter’s own stranger danger flags were going red at this point. He didn’t see this girl at the ceremony or inside for that matter. Even though Morgan seemed to be close with her - a lot closer than with him which stung - his first instinct was to take Morgan back inside and protect her from a possibly dangerous person.

“The nice lady wanted to go after Pete but mommy said that I should go see if he’s alright. I think she wants us to be friends like him and daddy.” Morgan watched the girl kneel to her.

“That’s nice.” she fixed the white collar on the little Stark’s dress.

Peter’s breath hitched in his lungs for a second. He appreciated Pepper trying to formulate a better relationship between them and Morgan being a smarty pants picked up on it immediately.

“I also wanted to ask,” Morgan hugged herself trying to warm up, “uncle Happy said he’ll take me for some cheeseburgers and I thought you could come with us if you want?”

The girl gave her a quick smile. “Of course. Are you going to invite anyone else?” she shot an obvious look towards Peter trying to help her out.

Morgan rocked back and forth tugging at her dress. “Do you want to come with us, Pete?”

“I’d love to,” he muttered cracking a tiny smile “if you want me there.”

Morgan nodded still rocking her little body shyly.

“Why don’t you go inside and tell your mom where we’re headed munchkin? I’ll come to the house in a minute and find you a jacket so you won’t catch a cold, okay?”

They both watched Pepper opening the glass door when her daughter tapped on it. Peter saw Pepper’s polite smile again and then he noticed that the unknown girl had her hand in the air waving tenderly.

“I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Peter Parker.” he sticks out his own hand to shake.

“I know who you are...” the girl blurts out.

Peter’s eyes widen slightly and he can’t help but think in panic ‘Does she know I’m Spider-Man?’.

When she notices his shock her mouth opens for a few seconds before she finds the courage to speak again. “Sorry that sounded kinda creepy. I meant he... um... They... There’s this photograph in the kitchen that I remember seeing whenever I was washing the dishes. It’s you and Mr. Stark holding a certificate upside down and doing bunny ears to each other. I always thought it was funny but I never saw you around or heard anyone mention you and one day I asked Mr. Stark about it...” she paused and looked away for a second taking a breath of fresh air. “He told me that you were an intern at the Stark Industries before you blipped. I didn’t ask more about you it seemed like a sensitive topic for him. But I think he kept it there to remember you.”

Peter felt tears prickle his already red eyes so he lowered his head nodding and sniffing.

“I’m sorry if I agitated you I really didn’t mean to.” she stepped closer to him putting her hand out finally “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Morgan’s babysitter.” they shook hands shortly and firmly. “If you’re worried about her acting weird you don’t have to. She’ll warm up to you.”

Peter’s lips pressed together in a line as he nodded once more. “So... How did you become a babysitter? You seem kind of young.”

“Yeah well... Same applies to you.”

“That’s fair.” he cracked a smile.

(Y/N) dug her hands in her pockets and squinted. “It’s a longer story than you’d expect. It includes a broken bike, a breakin, the Iron Man armor, some broken vases and an almost trip to the AE.”

The only thing Peter managed to say after that was a quiet wow.

(Y/N) shrugged. “What can I say? When an expensive sports car ends up in your poor neighborhood and Tony Stark - after fixing your bike - drags that old piece of shit to the seventh floor it’s not something you just tide over. Pretty sure my mom almost had a heart attack when she saw him in our living room.”

“I can relate to your mom.” he chuckled thinking of his first time meeting Mr. Stark. “How much are you over to watch Morgan?”

“Once a month or two. They never liked leaving Morgan alone too much. There have been a few emergencies when an expensive car would just pull up in front of our building and a grumpy Mr. Hogan would drive me here. I like to think that I grew on him after two years.”

She made the boy smile again. It wasn’t hard to notice that it wasn’t a completely honest smile. His eyes didn’t crinkle and his teeth didn’t show. So she made a promise to herself that day. (Y/N) swore to not stop until he starts smiling like that again. She owed it to the man that gave his life to bring him and so many others back.

“I’m sorry if I come off as nosy,” Peter looked back to the house as if he wanted to make sure nobody was listening in. “But why weren’t you here at the ceremony?”

He almost immediately regretted his question because (Y/N) bit on her lip and averted her eyes to the lake. Just as he was about to apologize and try to make a shitty joke she spoke. “I-I didn’t feel like I belong here. With everyone that was so close to him... Mrs. Potts invited me but I just... I thought it would be better if I showed up later for Morgan? Because I was the one who was with her when it happened.” she closed her eyes and then immediately looked up. Peter knew that she was trying to suppress tears. He did that move too. “I just remember some strange guy with a red cape and pretty intense facial hair if you ask me,” her eyes were teary when she let out a chuckle still trying to keep this horrible story lighthearted. “Opening a portal in my room and Mrs. Potts had the blue armor I saw in the garage once. She said that it’s urgent and I jumped right in to take care of Morgan. I saw the news that people were coming back so I figured there must be a fight going on. But I didn’t really know what was going on until she came back with Mr. Rhodes.”

Peter felt like an asshole for making her talk about something that obviously traumatized her to the core. He himself couldn’t even talk about the whole fight nor his last moments spent with Mr. Stark. But he couldn’t share his story. He was just Peter Parker to her. A guy that had an internship at the Stark Industries.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” he croaked out. “I can’t even imagine how awful that must have been.” oh but he could.

(Y/N) wiped her nose. “We should probably stop making each other cry and get inside or they’re going to go for those cheeseburgers without us.” she stopped next to Peter waiting for a response.

He looked back at the lake one more time, the reactor nestled in the flowery wreath was out of sight a long time ago but he still wanted to try and seek it for assurance.

“Okay. Maybe you could tell me the story of how exactly Mr. Stark ended up dragging your bike to the seventh floor on our way?” they walked to the house alongside each other.

“Sure!” (Y/N) grinned at the boy. “So, it started on a calm thursday afternoon when I got the genius idea to go bike without a map...”

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joeybelle · 6 years

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Oh, how the tables have turned - Part 6

Inspired by @clyde-prompts: “Some guys are rude and use ableist slurs against Clyde. The reader is with them, and although she feels bad about what’s happening, is too scared to say anything in front of her “friends”. She comes back to the bar a couple nights later to try and show him she’s not a bad person. They get to know each other and fall in love”. Doesn’t fully follow the prompt.

Warnings: Language, first person POV, mentions of wasps and bug spray - lethal combo, IDK what I’m doing.

Word count: ~4700

Rating: Mature

Setting: Pre-heist

A.N: I kept delaying this part because I wanted to post it together with part 7 (since 5, 6 and 7 are meant to be one big chapter), but it isn’t finished yet and it might take a while until I finish it since Sunday is my only day off and that might be pretty busy too. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it and sorry for the wait! Any feedback is more than welcome, and if you’re bored send me a message, I love talking to people. Just remember that I’m on European time and if I don’t reply right away I might be sleeping or at work.

Tags: @lonelyravenclaw @kyloren-supreme-ben @onmyknees4steve @elsablackswift @helloimindelaware @mwcritics @makingtimemine @littlekylo

Saturday came with an unexpected wave of heat and humidity that left me unable to move without sweating buckets. Still, I was thankful it wasn’t raining again, although by the way the air felt it would probably start raining soon. Since my house had no AC, I was a bit reluctant to have people over. Nothing I could do now, besides keeping cold drinks on hand and setting up the garden hose in case anyone needed some quick cooling down. (Me. It was definitely going to be me.)

Finding all the ingredients to make muffins from scratch had been a challenge, especially since it seemed that everyone and their mother chose to make something involving blueberries. After getting the ‘I’m sorry, we just sold the last one’ answer from all the local stores, I headed to the nearest supermarket, and then to the next one, where I had to battle a couple of old ladies to get my hands on some. I only won because I was faster, but by the look they gave me as I ran away with the blueberries, they were set on getting revenge. I would have to live in fear for the rest of my life.

Fortunately, when Jimmy’s car pulled into the driveway, I had everything ready. I was pretty sure I had enough ingredients to potentially feed a small village, but I was really excited by the prospect of baking. It had been a long time since I had a working kitchen and the time to cook (and also, someone to cook for), so I may have exaggerated a bit. I was planning to make blueberry muffins, chocolate chip, raspberry and white chocolate, and maybe banana if anyone wanted more. And sandwiches for lunch, something quick and filling that I could put together in minutes so I could help if they needed me. There was a chicken parmesan casserole already prepped in the fridge, ready to throw in the oven for a filling dinner later on. By the amount of materials piled in my garage, it wasn’t a job that would be finished in a few hours.

Sadie bolted out of the car with a huge grin on her face and attacked me right away. Jimmy looked reasonably awake, but Clyde looked like a total mess. I guessed he really wasn’t used to waking up this early, since I assumed he was pulling long hours at the bar. I felt bad for him, but not so bad that I wouldn’t smile at his sleepy face.

“I have coffee,” I said instead of good morning.

“Don’t worry about him,” Jimmy laughed, earning a sideways glance from his brother. “It just takes a while to wake the bear from hibernation.”

“Well, I’m sorry…”

“One,” Clyde interrupted me, and it took me a moment to understand what he was talking about, but the tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth clued me in.

“That’s playing dirty,” I said, crossing my arms. Technically I wasn’t apologizing to him, so it didn’t count. Did it?

“Still counts,” he mumbled as he passed me.

I shook my head and smiled. This was going to be a long day, and I would enjoy the hell out of it. “Anyone want breakfast?” I offered, but Jimmy shook his head.

“We’re good,” he said, pulling a ladder out of the back of his truck. “We better get started soon before it gets too hot.”

“Well, at least come and get some coffee. It’s cold brewed.”

“What’s that?” Jimmy asked, a confused look on his face.

“It’s a fancy type of iced coffee,” Clyde explained. “You put it in cold water and…”

“Why would you drink cold coffee,” Jimmy asked me, completely ignoring his brother who shut his mouth with a frown.

“It’s refreshing,” I said, shrugging. “It’s perfect for hot weather.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, it’s just some of that sophisticated New York shit you brought with you, isn’t it?”

“Oh come on,” I laughed. “It’s not that fancy. It’s just imported Brazilian coffee that I ground yesterday especially for you guys. Coarse ground, steeped into cold spring water for a whole day. Perfect!”

“Wow,” was all Jimmy had to say, but I could see him stifling a laughter.

“Authentic Brazilian coffee and expensive vodka? You must be really high maintenance,” Clyde said, with a serious face.

“Yeah,” I said, winking. “As high maintenance as someone without a working AC unit, a leaking roof and a mostly unfurnished house can be.”

He smiled and I let Sadie drag me for a tour of the house. It wasn’t much to see, but she was really excited to find Clyde the Bear occupying half of my bed. To my embarrassment, I had to admit that I had gotten used to sleeping with the huge toy. It was a really good cuddle buddy and I had gotten into the habit of talking to it when I was feeling like the house was too empty. Yes, I was that pathetic.

Fortunately, Sadie was the only one to see it, and I was sure none of the adults would invade my bedroom without permission, so I would be spared the embarrassment. Unfortunately, my secret had been safe exactly one minute and twenty-five seconds, exactly how long it took Sadie to find her uncle and rat me out.

“What?” I replied to Clyde’s amused smile. “I’m basically five. I have no idea who let me be an adult.” If you have no plausible excuse, just run with it. Better than trying to deny it and fuel the teasing. “You lost a muffin for spilling my secret, little lady,” I said, pointing a finger at a laughing Sadie.

Clyde’s smile grew broader seeing that I wasn’t denying it, but it wasn’t a mocking smile. He was quite cute that Saturday morning, with his sleepy face and his messy hair that looked curlier than usually. There was still a tiny bit of his usual shyness, but it wasn’t as noticeable as before.

“Anything I can help you guys with?” I asked, when Jimmy returned from my garage with some more tools.

“Umm… no, not yet,” he said, scratching his head and looking at the roof. “We’ll call you if we need help.”

“Alright,” I said, turning to Sadie. “Do you wanna help me make muffins? I’m not sure I can do everything myself.”

She excitedly followed me to the kitchen. I had made some space the day before, moved the boxes to a corner of the living room, replaced the dining table with a smaller, foldable one I found in storage. Even with an energetic kid running around, there was less of a chance of any accidents happening. Or at least, I hoped. The memory of Clyde catching me in his arms was still pretty fresh in my mind.

To my surprise Sadie was really good at following directions and actually gave her best. I would have been able to make all the muffins in maybe a third of the time if I had done them at my own pace, but the point was to entertain her while her dad fixed my roof. I didn’t get to spend much time with kids while I lived in New York, since I’d been too busy surviving, but Sadie was such a good kid that I actually enjoyed it. She was quite talkative, telling me stories about her brothers, her mom and dad, about her school and about Clyde and Mellie, so by the time the first batch of muffins were in the oven, I felt like I had been part of the Logan family for ages.

Working in the kitchen ended up being a bit distracting, I found out pretty early on. After getting out all the necessary materials, they set up the ladder and Jimmy climbed into the attic, leaving Clyde on the ground to hand him things. Right in front of my kitchen window. I fought the urge to call my parents and curse them for designing the only entrance to our otherwise unused attic right in front of my window, so I’d be forced to watch Clyde Logan stretch as he handed tools to his brother, but I remembered that the house was built by my grandparents, and I’d need an Ouija board to contact them. But as time passed and my eyes kept darting to the man outside—whose t-shirt was juuust a bit too tight and his muscles just a bit too taut—I was actually considering Ouija-ing some carefully considered well-wishes to my ancestors. I did my best, however, to focus on something else.

If I were to be completely honest, if Sadie hadn’t been there to distract me from being too distracted by Clyde, I would have probably just pulled a chair in front of the counter, poured myself a perfectly brewed cup of iced coffee and indulged into staring out the window. I mean, that’s how a considerable amount of porn movies started: a hot dude fixing something, a horny woman leering at him and the rough sex that follows, I thought, absentmindedly fanning myself with a napkin, and it wasn’t because of the constantly increasing temperature in my kitchen.

“Do you like uncle Clyde?” Sadie asked, making me snap out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, don’t you?” I tried deflecting the question, turning around and opening the fridge. The cool air coming out of it was a blessing. I really needed to get some air conditioning installed as soon as possible.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I asked,” she giggled.

Of course not. “What did you ask, then?” Play dumb until they get bored, I thought to myself, however I had forgotten just how persistent kids could be.

“If you like like him,” she said in a serious tone.

“How do you like like someone?” Keep playing dumb.

“Oh you know,” she giggled once again and hopped of the chair coming next to me and the still open fridge. “You wanna go with them on dates, and hold hands, and kiss… and make babies and then get married and live happily ever after.”

Well, that escalated quickly. “In that order?” I asked, getting two sodas from the fridge and finally closing it, just as it started hysterically beeping at me.

Sadie shrugged as she took the can I handed her. “So do you like him?” she continued, making me almost choke on my drink.

“What makes you ask that?” I tried further deflecting the question, because kids should never be trusted with sensitive information, certainly not one as talkative as Sadie.

“You keep staring at him,” she laughed and I cursed myself for being caught red-handed.

“I don’t stare at him,” I lied, but I was sure it wasn’t very convincing. “I was just looking out the window, that’s all.” Sadie kept smiling and I shook my head. In the end it’s not like it was that big of a secret that I liked him. After all, he knew and he was the only one that mattered. But I didn’t really want her blurting it out in public and making it more awkward than it already was. “Okay, maybe,” I said, giving her a serious look. “But that’s gonna be our secret. If you tell anyone I’m gonna find out where you live, hide under your bed and tickle you right as you’re falling asleep,” I threatened, approaching her while wiggling my fingers in a pretty menacing way. “Promise?”

“Promise!” she giggled, trying to hide from my tickle attack.

“Okay, great! Do you want a sandwich?” I changed the subject. I was starting to think that

The Logans would age me prematurely. Not that I needed any help in that department.

I showed Sadie how to make some icing, just to keep her busy while I put together some sandwiches. She wanted a turkey ham one, with extra mayo and crusts cut off and I made it exactly as she wanted it. Cut it into quarters to make it easier to eat, but Sadie was really taking her whisking job seriously, so I resorted to feeding the pieces to her over the bowl.

I glimpsed out the window to see an amused Clyde watching me feed his niece, a big piece of my own sandwich sticking— pretty comically I assumed— out of my mouth, his hands full with what looked like some old wood. I shoved another piece of sandwich into Sadie’s mouth, swallowed what remained of mine and went to open the window. The boys had been working for quite some time, so I assumed they’d be hungry already. I knew I was, and the only thing I had done all morning was watch a kid paint my kitchen in muffin batter.

“Would you like to take a break? Grab something quick to eat?” I asked, leaning onto the counter, and trying to get my head out the window. He didn’t seem opposed to the idea, and after throwing the old wood in a pile of garbage, he climbed up the ladder to talk to his brother.

“Jimmy said he’s not hungry yet. Maybe later.”

“Are you hungry?” I pressed, because he really looked like he had skipped breakfast. While the cup of coffee I had given him earlier seemed to have woken him up, he still looked a little sluggish.

“A bit,” he shrugged.

“Ok, I’ll make you a sandwich and you can eat it while working,” I said and he nodded. “What would you like?”

“Anything is fine.”

I quickly put some things together, making something that was definitely not instagram ready, but it was pretty filling and I knew it would taste pretty good. Placed it on a plate and pushed it towards the open window.

Clyde had come down from the ladder, a new layer of dust and debris covering him. He had specks of dust caught in his hair and a dark smudge on his nose, like he had tried scratching it with dirty hands. He had to at least take a break and wash his hands, but Jimmy called him from the attic, needing something else. It seemed he wouldn’t be having a moment to spare.

I sighed and pulled back the sandwich, cut it into small wedges like I did with Sadie’s and grabbed a piece.

“Clyde, come here,” I called, extending my arm through the open window, once he was back on the ground. He looked at the dirt covering his hands and then at the piece of sandwich in mine. “Bite,” I said motioning to the food. He looked at it a little confused, but then smiled and came closer. He bent down to my level and took a tentative bite. “Put more strength into it, Logan,” I laughed.

I didn’t even try to keep a straight face, because a grown man, built like a brick shithouse eating out of my hand was both comical and surprisingly enticing. He was also laughing and I hoped he wouldn’t choke on the food, because I was sure I wouldn't be able to pull the Heimlich maneuver on him. He took another quick bite as Jimmy called his name again and his lips briefly brushed my fingers. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and I returned to the kitchen.

“Don’t laugh at us, young lady,” I said, pointing at Sadie with what was left of the sandwich, “we’re Adults.”

I had to quickly check on the muffins in the oven. They were done so I took them out, placed them on the cooling rack and shoved another batch in. By the time I was done, Clyde had returned and was hovering near the window. I hopped onto the counter to be able to reach better. I gestured for him to stick his head inside as I took another piece of sandwich and brought it to his lips. He was a little too enthusiastic taking a bite and accidentally nipped my finger.

“My fingers aren’t part of the meal, Logan,” I laughed, while Sadie climbed onto a chair next to me.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and I could see a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“One!” I grinned, because now I wasn’t at a disadvantage anymore.

I took another piece of sandwich and shoved it into Sadie’s giggling mouth. By now I was sure that both of them could feed themselves, but it was just too funny to stop and both of them seemed to enjoy it.

“I’m your bird mama now,” I proudly announced, placing the last bits of food into the open and waiting mouths of my newly adopted baby birds.

A loud shriek coming from above made me jump off the counter, knocking over a glass that shattered on the floor. Clyde scrambled to remove himself from the window without breaking anything, and hurried to climb up the ladder only to be almost knocked down by a panicked Jimmy.

“What the fuck?” I breathed, completely forgetting that there was a child with me and I should have been watching my language. I grabbed Sadie and carried her over the shattered glass, hurrying to get out the door and see what was going on.

“Do you have bees or wasps in your attic?” she asked, and seemed a lot calmer than me.

“Maybe?” It was possible, I couldn’t deny it. “Is he allergic to them?” I asked, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine.

“No,” she giggled, and somehow that didn’t do anything to calm me down. “Just scared.”

I dropped the girl down on the grass and ran towards her father. Jimmy looked a little pale and his breathing was laboured, but didn’t look injured.

“What happened?” I asked.

“He got scared of some wasps, that’s what happened,” Clyde explained with a frown on his face, but I couldn’t tell if his tone was judgemental or not.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, placing a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “I had a team come over right after I moved here and they said they took care of any rodents or insects. They told me I had some wasps in the attic, but that they sprayed everywhere and removed the nests and that it shouldn't be a problem anymore. It’s my fault, I should have checked beforehand.” Now I realized just how stupid and unprepared I was. What if he was allergic and he had gotten stung. I didn’t really want to imagine what would have happened.

“No, no! It’s not your fault. I know there are wasps in attics, and I checked before starting work, but these… these just came out of nowhere and I panicked.”

“I’m so sorry, Jimmy,” I apologized again.

“He just needs a cold beer and he’ll be fine,” Sadie said, showing up out of nowhere with a beer bottle in her hand. She seemed really used to this situation, so it might have been a somewhat common occurrence.

“Thanks, Sadie-bug,” Jimmy said, taking the bottle from her hand.

“Hey, you shouldn’t go into the kitchen,” I said, frowning at her, suddenly remembering the broken glass. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“It’s okay, I jumped over it,” she smiled, incredibly proud of herself, completely ignoring the fact that she could have slipped and landed in the pile of shards. Yep, the Logans would be the death of me. I sighed.

“Well, y’all wait here while I go clean up and fetch the bug spray.”

“I’ll help,” Clyde offered, and I didn’t stop him.

As the day was getting hotter, so was my kitchen. With the oven running for so long, it was almost too much. I could feel beads of sweat starting to form on my forehead. Clyde seemed to be taking it even worse than me, but I almost expected it, with his fair skin and all. I considered opening another window, but at this point I knew it wouldn’t make any difference, since it seemed to be just as hot outside too. We’d have to suffer.

Clyde started sweeping the floor while I took the muffins out of the oven. Due to the whole commotion I had forgotten I had some in, but luckily I saw them in time, before they turned into a pile of charcoal. Sadie would have been sad. I kept glancing at Clyde as I moved around the kitchen. His t-shirt was quickly getting soaked, and I couldn’t stop looking at how it stuck to his broad back. Get a hold of yourself, you foul woman, I scolded myself and I started looking for the bug spray.

“Three,” he said as he caught me stealing another glance.

“What? No! Nope. It wasn’t said to you, it doesn’t count.”

“It does count.”

“No it doesn’t,” I said, pointing a finger at his nose. “Plus it was something I had to apologize for. Someone nearly died attacked by wasps.” I didn’t know why I was resisting, after all I just had to buy him a couple of drinks, and to be honest I wasn’t opposed to spending more time with him. I just didn’t want to lose at this stupid game we were playing.

“Well that’s why you have one apology a day,” he said in a serious manner. “Don’t waste it.”

“It wasn’t meant for you so it doesn’t count,” I insisted. “Unless you wanna follow me around to see just how many times I apologize to other people, you won’t be able to know for sure. And come on, don’t make it too easy,” I said, winking at him.

He stopped sweeping and looked at me for a few moments. “Alright,” he said, resigned, “it’s still one, then.”

I grinned and went back to looking for the can of spray. I found it by the time the floor was cleaned and both of us drenched in sweat. With the oven turned off and the window open, I was hoping it would eventually cool down, but there was no sign of that happening anytime soon.

I grabbed the can and went outside, Clyde following me closely. It was some type of industrial grade bug spray I had brought with me from New York. There’s nothing better than New York to teach you how to deal with a bug problem. I knew for a fact that it worked on wasps too, because I manually sprayed some before I called a team of professionals to deal with them.

That being said, I wasn't overly thrilled by the prospect of going into the attic to battle god knows how many angry wasps, but I had no choice.

“I can go up there,” Clyde offered, but I could see he wasn’t thrilled either.

“Nah, you’re too tall to fit in there,” I said. The attic was nothing more than a cramped space between the roof and the ceiling, it wasn’t big enough for Clyde to stand properly.

“But…” he objected.

“My house, my rules,” I cut him off and started climbing the ladder.

The only upside of this whole situation was that Clyde was getting a great view of my ass, as he held onto the ladder to stabilize it. I really hoped he was enjoying the view, because soon I’d probably come back down stung by wasps and doused in bug spray, which I suspected wasn’t such a great look on me. I climbed inside the attic and glanced down. By the light blush on his cheeks and his averted gaze I was pretty sure he’s enjoyed the view. Of course, it could have just been the heart, but it could also have been my ass.

I didn’t step inside as full of courage as I wanted, but at least there was no one up there to watch me cowardly look around for the stingers. The space was incredibly hot and full of dust and my throat and lungs didn’t like it one bit, but I kept as silent as I could so I would hear the wasps. Luckily, there was a big hole in the roof where Jimmy had started taking off the tiles, so there was more than enough light.

I found the culprits after a few minutes of searching. They were trying to build a new nest next to a beam, and I ruthlessly sprayed them before they could attack me. I felt sorry for them, but this was my house and they should have found a better place to invade. I took down the half built nest, as the exterminator had told me to do, and sprayed the spot where it had been attached.

I left the can next to Jimmy’s tools before climbing down. In case anything like this happened again, at least he had a weapon.

“All done,” I said, hopping down the ladder. I was greeted with some enthusiastic cheers. “How about we take that break now? I think the muffins have cooled down by now and they’re awaiting to be tasted.” More enthusiastic cheers. “I think I’ll bring the food outside, it’s a bit too hot and stuffy in the house. Sadie, wanna help me? There’s the hose, you can wash up if you want, or you can use the bathroom inside.”

I placed the food on paper plates and Sadie carried them outside one by one, hopefully without dropping anything on the ground. We placed a big blanket on the grass, because bringing out the table and chairs would be too much work and everyone decided it just wasn’t worth it. Sadie said it felt like a picnic and we just went along with that.

I came out with cold drinks and nearly dropped the bottles when I rounded the corner, because a shirtless Clyde dousing himself with the garden hose was really something I wasn’t expecting to see. The whole porn idea flashed through my brain again and I almost turned around and went back to the house but that would have been a bit too obvious, especially since Clyde turned his head and looked at me. I averted my gaze and hurried to the blanket.

Jimmy was grinning and I wanted to strangle him.

“Whatever’s behind that grin, I don’t wanna hear it,” I warned him and placed the bottles on the blanket, plopping next to him.

“I ain’t saying nothing!” He lifted his arms in a defensive gesture and opened a beer bottle, but the grin still plastered on his face scared me. So that wasn’t very reassuring.

“Well I can almost hear you thinking it.” I didn’t know what ‘It’ was, but I was scared.

“I don’t have to say anything, your blush speaks for itself,” he said, grabbing a sandwich, and I wanted to shove it down his throat whole so I’d be sure he’d keep his mouth shut, but Sadie reappeared from somewhere around the bushes and I knew better than to allow myself to be violent in front of a kid. For now at least.

However, he kept his word and didn’t say a thing while we ate, but he did snicker when Clyde joined us. He wasn’t shirtless anymore, thank heavens, because if he were I’d probably spontaneously combust, but his t-shirt was wet and stuck to his chest in all the right places and... okay, this wasn’t that much better. I did my best to focus on anything else for the remainder of the meal.

The food— and especially the muffins— had been very well received by the Logans and it made me really happy. It felt nice being appreciated and also it felt nice to be able to do something for the people who were giving up their free time to help me out. I was really lucky that someone cared enough for me to do that.

But I think what made me the happiest was Clyde’s confession that he hadn’t eaten muffins so tasty since the ones his mother used to make. It was sad that since she passed no one made them muffins anymore, so I promised I’d bake more for them if they agreed to build me another mailbox. With hand painted butterflies and all. Jimmy almost choked laughing and recounted the story in more (embarrassing) detail than Clyde had and by the time we finished eating, my jaws were hurting from laughing so hard.

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Gladiolus reacting to S/O announcing pregnancy

Here’s the second part of the series. Ignis will follow soon, King!Noctis can be found here, Prompto is here. Iggy here.

Warning: Spoilers!! This plays after ch.13 and before ch. 14!! Also mentions some plot from before those chapters!

Genre: Angst to fluff, pregnancy announcement obvs, upset gladio

Words: 3000+

Her heart burned, her circulation wasn't working properly. She was nervous. Over the past three weeks, everything took a turn for the worse. Although she always wanted a baby with her long-term boyfriend Gladiolus, she didn't know how to approach the topic. The couple had been dating for 3 years but never spoke about having children. They met before he took off to Altissia with Noctis and his friends. She was with him all along: the loss of his father, insomnia's fall, fleeing to Lestallum, Noctis' entire journey and how he was sucked into the crystal. Now the world was covered by darkness, a scary place with tons of daemons. She was far from a helpless civilian who needed her boyfriend to protect her - no, she was a hunter herself. But now that she was pregnant, working as a hunter was an impossible task. The risk of losing her unborn was too high.

So for the past three weeks, she dodged all possible orders with the most ridiculous excuses she could think of. Gladio took over most of them for the sake of money. After all, living in Lestallum during such a terrible, dangerous time wasn't quite cheap. They needed every cent.

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Prices rose to a new all time high. From food over medication to rent, everything was expensive. Doctors were rare and usually busy with other patients who were in critical conditions. Actually, getting an appointment was close to impossible for a potential pregnancy or just a simple check up. Lestallum constantly tried to expand the area for the sake of more housing and possible farms. Dairy and meat products were also insanely expensive because farms were almost non-existent.

Aside from some smaller jobs, being a hunter was the biggest resource for making money. There was tons to do: collecting ores for weapons, defending outposts such as Hammerhead or distant farms, defeating daemons while attempting to expand, exploring nearby areas for future expanding missions, escorting doctors so they can look for special herbs. Without hunters, living wouldn't work out at all. It was only the first year of the eternal darkness, people were still learning how to handle and cope with all this change.

And now Gladiolus' significant other was pregnant.

It wasn't planned, much less expected. She was on birth control. They made sure to always purchase a package, although it was incredibly expensive. But it failed. His S/O continuously searched for a cause of her pregnancy.

"Did I forget to take it at some point?" she thought to herself all the time.

The pregnancy herself made her happy, but thinking of the environment her little bean would be born in scared her. It was far from a safe place - yet the safest possible one. And before she could manage to speak to Gladio about her worries and even tell him about the tiny wonder growing inside of her, her hormones went crazy. The morning sickness jumped in, the cravings, the physical pain, and the moodiness all started soon after. Of course, he noticed changes in her behavior but not in his wildest dreams did he expect her to be pregnant. That thought never crossed his mind. He actually didn't think all too much about it, was way too busy with work, but whenever he came home, he avoided her moody-self. After a week of her not working at all, the only thought that crossed his mind was that she was being lazy. It upset him. And when he was trying to make up with her, tried to start some bedsheet-action, she denied him.

Although Gladiolus is an absolute hothead, he always held back, did his best to seem understanding. But in reality, he grew tired of her excuses for any and everything. From avoiding to carry shopping bags in fear they were too heavy to telling him off and dodging all her orders. He simply had enough. She didn't even speak to him about what was wrong - but then again, he never asked either. But Gladio didn't see his own faults. It was just a matter of time until he'd explode. Just like he did when Noctis avoided Ignis after the events in Altissia. Little did his S/O know that she was about to experience her boyfriend going off on her.

"(Y/N)!" the muscular black-haired shouted from the kitchen, his voice drained in despair and anger.

"Yeah?!" his S/O yelled from the couch, stuffing chips into her mouth right after while she watched her favorite cartoon on DVD.

"I can't believe you right now," he grumbled as he stomped over towards her, holding some dirty dishes in his hands.

"What's wrong?" she asked, not paying attention to him, her eyes on her TV.

"Look at me!" he ordered with a voice she had never heard before.

Within a second, her heart beat sped up tremendously. Surprised by his change of attitude, she put the bag of chips aside, pressed the pause button on her remote and turned her head over to him. Judging by his voice, he was fed up with something.

"What is this?!" he asked, holding up the stack of plates and a pot for her to look at.

"Dishes," she calmly replied, frowning lightly due to how aggressive he was.

"Why do we have dirty dishes piling up in our kitchen!?" he groaned, putting the entire stack on the couch table in front of her.

The sound all the plates made as he almost dropped them onto it made her flinch. He was far from being careful and gentle like he usually was around her.

"I-..I," she stuttered, unable to find an excuse for not having cleaned them.

"I'm so tired of your shit!" he yelled right into her face, even bending down to be closer to her.

His expression, the angry frown on his forehead along with how tight his jaw was clenched made her gulp. It was fairly scary.

"I.. Couldn't," she flat out said, telling the truth.

"Oh c'mon!" he rolled his eyes, stepping back from her and crossing his arms over his chest, "You're totally fine!"

To try to calm him down, she got up and walked over: "Gladio cal-"

"No! I've had enough!" he cut her off, yelling even louder, "For the past weeks all you've been doing was laze around all day while I go out and earn our money! Every single day I come home to a dirty apartment, no food and my girl wasting away on either our couch or our bed!"

"I'm sorry.." she whispered in defense, her hormones making her succumb instead of yell back like she usually would have.

"Stop lying!" he groaned, his frown lowering, "Is it too much to expect that you keep our place clean while I work my ass off!? Hell, all I've been doing for three weeks straight is work. I'm tired of your bullshit excuses!"

The second he finished his sentence, he smashed his hand against the stack of dishes, making some fly through the room and shatter on the floor. Out of fear, her jaw dropped agape. Before she could say another word, he continued to release his anger.

"How is it supposed to go on this way?! I'm exhausted, I'm tired. And to top it all off I pulled a muscle last week and I still have to do all your shit while you're all fine?!" he argued, still spitting venom right into her face.

"I-I'm not," she argued back, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her eyes.

"You must be kidding me," he snorted, his hands forming fists in an attempt to release some tension he built up inside.

"N-no.. Gladio, please.. I-.. I'm-.." she began to stutter, putting her hands on his arms to help him calm down.

"Lazy! You're lazy and that’s it! And I'm not having it! Either you get yourself back together or we're done for go-" he shouted, not realizing what he was saying.

"I'm pregnant!" she shouted back, tears leaking, leaving trails on her cheeks right after.

Now that shut him up. He stared at her while his frown slowly eased away and his fists opened. All his anger vanished within seconds and was replaced by shock.

"You're what..?" he asked, his voice suddenly soft and calm.

"Pregnant.." she repeated, wiping some of her tears away.

"Are you sure?" he wondered, staring right into her glassy eyes.

Unable to speak, she simply nodded. This was not how she imagined spilling the beans. So far, all she knew was that she wanted to surprise him… with a dinner. A dinner that was supposed to take place last week.. But she so happened to burn the meat. Therefore, she also never shared the news.

"Did you take a test?" Gladio continued asking, putting his hands on her shoulders to reassure her.

"Multiple," she murmured.

"Can I.. See them?" he bit his lip softly after his question, knowing she could take it the wrong way.

And she did.

"Why? Do you think I'd lie about a pregnancy?!" she shouted while tears ran down her cheeks, once again, her pregnancy was playing a trick on her, making her more emotional than she intended to be.

"N-no. I just.. Wanted to see them," he reasoned, his jaw dropping at her sudden outburst.

Sighing in defeat, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom. He followed right behind her, hoping she'd show them to him. How blatant they were just laying around in their shared bathroom, shocked him even more. One package was laying on the edge of their bathtub, another one was resting in their shared medicine cabinet. Even though he couldn't see that they were positive, he felt bad for not having asked his S/O about them. He didn’t even notice them. She simply didn't know how to tell him, giving him obvious hints instead in hopes he'd ask her. But he never did. They simultaneous took the packages. Gladiolus reached out for the one on the bathtub, his S/O took the one from the cabinet. She was the first one to begin opening the package and within another minute she held the positive pregnancy test out to him. At the same time, he looked at the positive one in his hands.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, quick to push the test back into it's package and hugging his love tightly, "I didn't know it was something so.. Severe."

She stayed silent, letting him embrace her with his strong arms. It immediately made her feel better, yet she was still disappointed about his behavior. That was unacceptable.

"Six.. Babygirl, I love you so much," he mumbled into her ear.

"Didn't sound like it earlier," she coldly replied, not yet hugging him back.

Although she was overwhelmed by emotions, she wanted to make it clear to him that his behavior was wrong. He never went as far as to set her an ultimatum when they were arguing. Sure, they fought, sometimes yelled at each other at the top of their lungs but in the end, they always made up. Either of them usually ended up breaking the yelling by laughing because it was so stupid to fight over such a trivial thing. But it was different that time and he had to know it was not okay.

Gladio created some distance between them so he could glance into his S/O's wonderful eyes. Eyes he'd never want to miss again. He knew he messed up. He knew she wouldn't let him get away as easy as some other girls would - but that's why he loved her. She was being honest with him, not letting him boss her around and usually stood up for herself, arguing back with just as much anger as he did. She knew how to handle him and that's what he loved most. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a counterpart, someone matching him so perfectly he never wanted to lose her. Every thing about her was pure perfection to him. If she'd ask him to, he'd do anything to make her stay.

"I'm sorry. I was convinced you were just being lazy. It's my fault, I .. Should've asked before assuming something so wrong," he apologized, cupping her face with his hands carefully, "I love you."

"You said I should fix myself or we'd be over," she frowned at him, not buying his apology entirely, "I hope you r-realize that my behavior could've been caused by depression or other similar things, too."

"I.. I know, I was just.. Acting on my anger, speaking without thinking. That was dumb, very foolish. I'd be nothing without you. You're the love of my life," he explained to her, ensuring to never stop their eye contact.

"You can't do that. It hurts," she murmured, letting her emotions shine through.

"It won't happen again. I promise," he assured her.

She believed him. The way his eyes so sincerely stared into hers, hiding a hint of fear of her leaving him for his stupidity.. He couldn't be lying. She saw right through him, saw that he was being honest. And one thing she learned about him was that he never broke promises.

"Okay," she murmured, not forgiving him but accepting his apology.

"Thank you," he immediately said kissing her gently right after.

After returning the kiss and putting her hands on his, she bit her lip hard. This wasn't the way she wanted him to find out about their baby at all. But her main issue was that he hadn't said anything supportive regarding it, yet.

"So what're we going to do?" she sighed, her sight dropping in fear of him disliking it.

"Is that a serious question?" Gladio's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Of course," his S/O replied, frowning lightly.

"Babe. We're obviously gonna raise it," he reassured her, gently massaging her shoulders the second he saw how tense she was.

After softly lifting her head up by her chin, he could look right into her eyes, he immediately knew what was up. He saw that she was scared. Scared of him leaving her. Scared that he'd lose interest. Scared that he'd find someone better. Scared that he wouldn't actually want a family with her.

"Baby, I love you. I've always hoped we'd start a family someday," he admitted, "I wanna grow old with you."

Hearing those words made her a smile creep up on her face.

"I'd love to have the chance to raise a baby - our baby - with you," he smiled down at her, loving how she slowly lights up.

"Do you think the time's right? That.. We're both ready?" she wondered, speaking her worries aloud.

"Of course we are. I'll support you with all I possibly can!” he nodded, his eyes constantly moving between looking into her left and right one.

"But that means you have to work more.. For at least 9 more months," she argued with a soft voice, expressing more concerns.

"Who cares. It was selfish of me to put myself first without asking you about your well-being first. Screw the pulled muscle, that'll be fine in a bit. You and our little baby matter most," he continued to say, always smiling at her.

"Okay," she nodded, biting her lip softly.

"Don't make that face, babygirl. It'll all be fine," he assured her, slowly lowering his hands until they were right below her butt, "We're going to be amazing parents."

Without resting his hands for long, he picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck right away, knowing what he had in mind. This time, it was her who began placing sweet kisses on his mouth. That was her way of showing she appreciated his words. Meanwhile, he carried her over to their bed. It was late anyway. Especially he was exhausted from all the orders he had to fulfill today and now the big guy just wanted to cuddle his beloved. He carefully laid her on their bed, climbing on top of her right away. More kisses were exchanged.

"No funny business," his S/O proclaimed with a grin, blocking her lips with her pointer finger.

In return, Gladio pouted, holding himself up with his arms resting beside his lover's head. He simply missed sharing that kind of intimacy with her. But of course, he wouldn’t force her into anything. Never. His queen shook her head once again, still grinning at him.

"You tease," he whispered, placing another kiss on her lips while grinning as well.

"Hey, you don't know how bad my chest hurts," she reasoned, lifting her hands to caress his stubbly cheeks.

"Your boobs?" he smirked, his eyes taking a quick glimpse of her cleavage while he rose his left eyebrow.

"Shush! It's embarrassing," his S/O whined, laughing right after.

Gladio couldn't help but place another gentle kiss on her lips. They were simply too kissable.

"How far are you?" he asked, running his hands through her hair, “Or should I say.. we?” "According to the test we should be in the sixth week" she smiled up at him.

"Wow.." he whispered, looking right into her eyes, "I can't wait to become parents with you."

As he said that, she giggled, wrapping her arms around his body and flipping them over carefully. For a second, she was straddling him but then she flat out laid down on top of him. Gladio's hand immediately found their place in the curve of her back.

"When's your appointment? Could you get one?" Gladio asked, folding his hands behind her back.

"Monday in three weeks. They squeezed me in," she informed him, "Are you coming?"

"Of course! Can't miss the first ultrasound scan, can I? Knowing my girl, you'd be pretty upset about it," he joked, smiling up at her.

"You bet!" she agreed, laughing before placing another kiss on his lips.

After a moment of only gazing into each other's eyes, Gladio was the first one to speak again: "I can't wait for our baby to arrive. - I.. I love you with all of my heart."

"I can't wait either," she spoke softly before resting her head on his chest, "I love you too."

Thankfully, her worst nightmare - him not wanting children - never came true. Instead, Gladiolus even loved the idea. It might not be easy raising a child in the world engulfed by darkness but they didn't care. This was something they both wanted and loved with all their being.

And suddenly, the idea of getting married didn't sound so odd to Gladiolus as well. You bet he proposed before their child was even born. And then, a mini-Gladio would soon be born into a happy family.

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