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louhooo · 5 years

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A Rainy Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Everyone loves coming home to a home cooked meal, especially if you love who made it.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, alluding to adult themes, FLUFF

A/N: Domestic!Bucky is my favorite Bucky and you can’t change my mind. Also, naming kids is hard so be gentle with me.

The soft patter of rain on the window lulled Bucky out of his sleep. The bed was soft, and warm, and smelt like you. He reached his hand across the bed, searching for your warmth, but was only met with emptiness. He patted his hand up and down the mattress, a frown growing on his face.

He finally accepted defeat and rolled over, only to see that it was, in fact, true.

You weren’t in bed with him.

His eyes drifted to the bathroom door in your bedroom, the slightest sliver of light peeking through. Bucky stretched as he sat up, squishing his toes into the soft rug under the bed. He stood and crept into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His steps were purposefully heavier in the morning, a courtesy to you and your easily startled nature.

The door creaked open and his eyes landed on you as you rubbed lotion onto your face. Your eyes flashed to his and a soft grin spread on your face.

“G’mornin’, baby.” He grinned at your reflection, his flesh hand running across your back as he walked past you.

“G’mornin’.” Bucky lifted the toilet lid and proceeded to relieve himself. “You’re up early.” You arched a brow and turned your head to look at him.

“It’s Thursday.” His brows pinched and he looked over his shoulder at you. Was Thursday important? He couldn’t think of–

“Oh, right, yeah, you’ve got that presentation with Stark today.” You grinned at him amusedly and went back to getting ready. Sometimes Bucky made it difficult to not make any jokes about his old age. He finished up and went to the sink, caging you in between his arms as he washed his hands. The silk of your robe felt nice against his bare chest.

“Ya know it’s easier to do this if I move, right?” Bucky grinned into the crook of your neck and pressed both of your bodies against the edge of the vanity.

“You sure? I feel like I remember you saying you liked it better this way…” You crossed your eyes in the mirror, and a smirk danced on his lips.

“That was almost six years ago, James. I was young and didn’t know any better.” Bucky chortled, his breath fanning your neck. He finished washing his hands and stepped back, freeing you to finish getting ready.

Bucky picked up the hand towel and dried his hands, “I guess I’ll remember this the next time you do it.” You ignored his comment, but a small grin played on your face. He hung the towel back up and sat on the lip of the bathtub. “What’re you gonna wear?”

You pointed your head to the side, still focused on applying your concealer, “Just a black dress with a blazer. Last time I wore a ‘fun’ dress to one of these things, none of the board members listened to my opinions unless they came out of Tony’s mouth.” Bucky remembers that dress. It was yellow and picked up a little when he spun you around the kitchen.

“You remember their names?” You glanced at him and chuckled.

“I do, but I’m not telling you when you have the ‘murder stare’ goin’ in full force.” Bucky relaxed his face.

“No, I don’t.” You grinned and coated your lashes with mascara. Bucky sighed and wiggled his toes. “Want me to make dinner tonight?” You grinned and looked at him in the mirror.

“Do you need my help?”

“Nope. I’ve already got my sous chef. Two technically, but the other one kinda just watches. We keep them on staff for morale.” You giggled and turned around to face him, your hands resting back on the sink.

“Whatcha gonna make me?” Bucky motioned you closer until you were standing between his legs. He picked up your arms and wrapped them around his neck, his own going to rest on your hips.

“Any suggestions?”

“I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious.” You grinned dopily at one another, the feeling of dread creeping up in your thoughts at the idea of leaving to go to work.

“Boiled cabbage it is then.” Your nose turned up and Bucky’s chest rumbled with laughter. He heard the door down the hall creak open and he sighed contently.

“I’ll bring home dessert if you promise not to feed us anything that’s boiled.” He chuckled and nodded.

“Okay, I can agree to that.” You leaned in and kissed, your fingers interlacing into his hair.

“Might even have a dessert just for you, too,” you spoke against his lips. Bucky growled and squeezed you tighter.

“Mama?” Your lips disconnected –far too soon if you asked him– and you disentangled from Bucky.

“Good morning, baby,” you cooed while stepping towards Henry to pick him up. You hugged him to your chest and inhaling his hair. “How’d you sleep?”

“Why were you and daddy kissin’?” Bucky chuckled and stood up from the bathtub and kissed Henry’s cheek, brushing his curly brown hair back out of his face.

“’Cause daddy and mama like to kiss.”

“Why?”

“’Cause a lotta grown-ups do.”

“Why?”

“’Cause–”

“Bucky.” A mischievous smirk spread on his face as his eyes landed on yours. Your gaze shifted from him, back to the person in your arms. “How ‘bout dad takes you downstairs to eat breakfast so mama can finish getting ready?” Henry’s head shot up.

“Can–Can we have legos?!” You both grinned at him and Bucky nodded. You were sure that the amount of frozen waffles you bought a week was enough to keep the business running for, at least, another decade.

“Yes, we can have legos. Let’s go get your sister first.” Henry switched to Bucky’s arms and you watched your boys leave before returning to the sink to finish getting ready.

Bucky nudged open the door next to Henry’s and peered in to see Annalise standing in her crib with a big smile.

“Hi, baby girl,” Bucky smiled and felt the daily twang at his heart when she smiled back. He switched Henry to his metal arm, propping him on his hip as he reached in to grab Annalise. “You hungry, sweet pea?”

“Daddy, I wanna watch Paw Patrol.” Annalise snuggled into his side as he shuffled out of her room and down the stairs.

“Only for a little bit, okay?”

“For, like, five?” Henry held up his hand in front of Bucky’s face, making Bucky chuckle as he set him on the sofa.

“How ‘bout three fives?” Henry’s eyes went wide at the ten additional minutes. Bucky grabbed the remote and very carefully adjusted the settings until it was the one he needed. He still didn’t understand why there were so many buttons if he really only needed, at most, seven. The sound of Ryder directing the team of dogs filled the living room.

“Thanks, daddy!” Bucky grinned and left Henry to his own device as Bucky went into the kitchen to get breakfast started.

“Let’s get you changed and you can help make legos. Whadya say, little miss?” Big eyes stared up at him, giving him the same look you give when you aren’t ready to start the day. He kissed her cheek repeatedly, making her giggle, “I’ll take that as an ‘Okay, Daddy! Whatever you say, Daddy!’”

“I should be home by five, but I might be able to ditch out sooner.” You were racking your brain for an excuse as to why you should cancel going to the lecture today. And Bucky could tell.

A soft kiss to your forehead quieted your worries. “We’ll be fine, baby. Don’t worry so much.” A dubious, yet anxious look was cast his way, but he just grinned. “I promise.”

A small sniffle from Annalise sent your instincts into overdrive. “I think she’s got a cold. I should–”

“No,” he grabbed your black raincoat and bag and opened the door, “Go.” You stared at him and scoffed.

“James.”

“Y/N,” he parroted back. The silent stare down lasted another minute before you sighed and gave in, accepting your purse and coat into your hands. “I will take as many pictures as I can, and I promise a two hour nap from everyone in the house.” Your shoulders schlumped and you nodded.

“Videos, too.”

“Videos, too,” he nodded. You took a deep breath and kneeled to kiss Henry and Annalise.

“Bye, babies. Mom will be home tonight, okay?”

“Okay, bye, mama, I love you!” A quick peck, and Henry zoomed off to find something more exciting than his sappy mother, who seemed to cry at everything lately. Annalise clung to your neck when you went to kiss her, so you stood, hugging her tightly. Bucky let you stand there for a while until it looked like your grip was only tightening.

“Okay, sweet pea, mama’s gotta go. Give her a kiss and tell her ‘bye’.”

Annalise pulled back and kissed your lips, “Bye, mama. I wuv you.” You gave a pitiful look to Bucky who only shook his head gently. He took your daughter and tucked her into his side as he kissed you.

“Good luck today, baby. I love you.” You sighed and rubbed your baby’s cheek and then husband’s jaw.

“Thanks. I’ll call you on my lunch. I love you, too.” A few more sentiments were exchanged before he finally got you out the door. Bucky glanced down at Annalise.

“Should we go get your brother and get dressed?”

“Can we go to the park today? Mama said we could go to the park today.” Bucky came into the living room and plopped onto the couch beside Henry, Annalise still in his arms.

“That was last night, honey. We didn’t think it would rain today.”

“Can we go if it stops raining?” He batted his lashes and Bucky sighed.

“If it stops raining, we can go.” Henry cheered, and Annalise joined in just to copy her brother. “But before we do anything, we all have to get dressed and clean up the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“Because you and your sister are gonna help make dinner tonight to surprise mom.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a nice thing to do and it’ll make mom happy.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Bucky exhaled, “No. I’m not falling into that trap again.” He stood up and held out his hand for Henry, “Up and at ‘em.” Henry stood on the sofa and Bucky scooped him up.

“Who’s Adam?” Bucky chuckled and walked everyone upstairs. Henry was deposited at his door, left in charge of getting himself dressed, and Bucky went to change Annalise. Once Annalise was dressed in a pair of black stretchy pants and a rainbow t-shirt, Bucky left her alone to quickly get himself dress. Had he of know Steve’s strict routines on the team would have only prepared him for having kids, he wouldn’t have complained as much.

Two minutes later, Bucky was dressed in jeans and a grey Henley, with his hair pulled back. He peeked in on Henry, who had on shark swim trunks and a Christmas sweater.

“Henry?” He hummed and looked over his shoulder. “What’re you wearing?”

“Clothes,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I see that. But you can’t wear swim trunks, bud. It’s too cold out and we aren’t going swimming.” Henry pinched his eyebrows together and stared off into the distance to think.

“Well, can I wear them if it’s warm outside?”

“Sure. For now, let’s wear long pants.” Bucky reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and handed them to Henry. “Do you need help?”

“No, I can do it.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get your sister.” Bucky stood in the door way, just out of sight, and watched as Henry struggled with pulling the trunks off. He was getting ready to step in and help, when his leg was finally freed and the trunks were thrown into the dirty clothes basket. Bucky grinned and opened Annalise’s door only to see her hair was out of its ponytail and was stark nude. She smiled up at him and continued to play with her blocks oblivious to the inner turmoil her dad was currently going through.

When everyone was dressed (again), Bucky put everyone into rain boots and rain coats and loaded them into the car. A dinner can’t be made without ingredients, after all.

The racecar grocery cart was wheeled out– the blue one goes faster, ya know? – and both kids crawled into the car to “drive” it.

The saying, “Don’t go grocery shopping hungry,” should have an addendum: “Or with small children who are tall enough to reach the junk food.” Each trip down an aisle only added more unnecessary snacks into the cart, that he was only made aware of at checkout when he put three boxes of fruit snacks on the conveyor belt.

Henry watched bashfully from behind the steering wheel and Bucky gave him a “dad look” and explained to the cashier that he wasn’t buying any of the fruit snacks to prove a point. Which sucked because the dinosaur one’s were Bucky’s favorite.

The groceries were carried out to the car and Bucky buckled everyone in for the drive home.

“It’s not raining, so can we go to the park now?” Bucky looked at Henry through the rearview mirror.

“Not right now, bub. We’ve got cold stuff that can’t sit out for too long.” Bucky’s heart broke as he watched Henry’s face drop. “But, hey! If it’s not raining after we make dinner and have lunch, we can go and have naps later.”

“Mama said we had to take naps today, though.”

“We will, just a different time than usual. How’s that sound?”

“Okay, daddy.” Maybe Bucky should have gotten the fruit snacks. No. That exact line of thinking was got him banned from grocery shopping last month. Then he had to suffer with the “healthy snacks” you insisted on buying. Yuck.

Bucky caved when they got home, and everyone got an Oreo before they started to make dinner. Henry and Annalise were both in giggles when he told them not tell mom, that it was a “secret treat.” He took a video at Henry’s insistence.

Hot Stuff: It’s supposed to be a secret, but… [video attached]

My Girl: OH MY BABIES!! LOOK AT THEIR CUTE FACES!! 🥺

After their faces and hands were washed, Bucky got everything out that they needed to make lasagna. It was his ma’s recipe, and it was one of your favorites. He got a pot of water boiling and held Henry so he could help put the uncooked noodles in. Annalise lost interest when it came to helping cut the vegetables in the food chopper, instead opting to play with the plastic containers in the bottom shelf.

“Mama’s gonna love that I helped, isn’t she?” Henry loved impressing his mom just as much as Bucky did. He grinned at him.

“She sure is, bub. She might even make you cook all of our meals!” Henry’s eyes went wide.

“But I can’t touch the stove! Or-or use a knife!” Bucky winked at him.

“I’ll help ya out.” Henry giggled and leaned against Bucky’s leg, the fatigue of waiting for the dinner to be ready starting to kick in. “Okay, now we just have to put it together, and it’ll be ready for the fridge.” Bucky set him on the counter showed Henry what order the layers went. Annalise, not appreciating being left out, tugged on Bucky’s jeans until he picked her up and she “helped”, too.

The pan was covered in tin foil and placed in the fridge, and pots and pans were set in the sink to wash. PB & J’s were made and the Barnes’ sat at the kitchen table and ate it happy chaos. After everyone was washed up again, and dressed back in their outer gear, a loud crack erupted outside. Bucky opened the door and the three of them watched as it started pouring rain. The tears followed, next.

Your phone started ringing and you grinned at the name. You answered the FaceTime and were met with a wall of tears, your grin dropping immediately. Bucky sat in front of the computer, looking slightly frazzled with both kids in his arms, both sobbing.

“Hey, what happened?” You soothed, shutting your office door so the sound was contained. 

“We were getting ready to go to the park, but it started to rain.” You closed your eyes and sighed. Bucky pointed his head to Annalise, “This one’s just tired.”

“Mom shouldn’t have said anything last night, huh?” Bucky raised his brows and you sighed again. “Henry, baby, can you look at mom?” He sniffled and turned his head towards the screen, still partially tucked into the security of his dad’s neck. “I’m sorry it started raining, that really stinks.” Henry nodded his head, his bottom lip still trembling. “Here, let me check on my computer and we’ll see how long it’s gonna last.” You quickly pulled up the weather and looked at the radar. You grimaced.

“Does tomorrow look better for the park?” The look on your face said ‘no’.

“Oh! Look at that! Sunday it’s supposed to be 75 and sunny! That’ll be a perfect day to go to the park!”

Henry sniffled and turned more towards the screen. “How many until Sunday?”

“Well, today’s Thursday, but it’s halfway done, so we’ll only count half of it. And then there’s tomorrow, then Saturday, then it’s Sunday.” Henry pinched his brows, trying to calculate a timeframe he still didn’t quite understand.

“And if it’s gonna be nice on Sunday, we can pack a picnic and eat at the park so there’s more time to play. How’s that sound?” Henry looked up at Bucky and played with the collar of his shirt. Annalise shifted and snuggled further into Bucky’s neck, her crying having worn her out. A quiet ‘okay’ was mumbled and you and Bucky sighed in relief.

The call lasted a few more minutes before Tony interrupted and stole you away. You blew three kisses and said goodbye, disconnecting the call.

Bucky took both kids upstairs, setting Henry on the rocking chair in Annalise’s room while he changed her diaper and laid her down. He kissed her goodnight and she rolled over, snuggling with her stuffed animal. He lowered the lights and carried Henry out and had him go to the bathroom before tucking him into his own bed. Bucky brushed his hair back and kissed him goodnight.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bub?”

“Can you lay with me?” How could he say no to that? Bucky grinned and shut off the lights before lying next to Henry. He laid on his flesh arm, tracing his small fingers up and down the gold lines on his metal arm. Henry’s breathing started to soften and he fell asleep, his hand still on his dad’s arm. The steady rhythm of the ceiling fan made Bucky’s eye’s feel heavier and heavier, until he stopped fighting the urge and settled into his own sleep.

After they woke up and all snuggled on the couch, Bucky placed the lasagna in the oven and took the kids outside to play. It had stopped raining, and just because they couldn’t go to the park, didn’t mean they couldn’t play outside.

They all took turns jumping into puddles, and Henry was fascinated with all of the worms that made their way to the driveway during the rain. Neither kid wanted anything to do with them when Bucky asked if they wanted to hold one, but once he held one in his hand, they both were okay with that arrangement.

You texted him that you were on your way home, and were stopping at the bakery to get dessert. Bucky reminded you that he was promised his own dessert and you replied with a winking emoticon that made him smirk at his phone.

You pulled into the driveway twenty minutes later and were greeted with hugs and kisses from your welcoming crew. Henry wanted to know all about what you and Uncle Tony talked about today, and Annalise didn’t want to let you go (even when you needed to use the bathroom). When Bucky pulled the pasta dish out of the oven, you gasped and walked further into the kitchen.

“Lasagna?” You turned to look at Henry, who stood eagerly waiting for your reaction. “Did you make this?” Henry nodded enthusiastically.

“I did! Daddy said we were his ‘Soup Chefs!’ I did most of it though, Annie just played.” You laughed and bent over to kiss his cheek.

“That’s okay! I’m glad that you helped dad. I bet it tastes delicious.” Henry nodded, very assured that his creation was going to be the best thing you’ve ever had.

“Okay, Henry, go wash your hands.” He left to go use the sink in the bathroom and Annalise wiggled until you set her down to join her brother. You grinned and walked up behind Bucky as he washed his own hands, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled, “Now, this feels familiar....” You laughed and rested your cheek on the muscles of his back. You only had another minute before you’d have to go stop the kids from playing with the water, so you enjoyed the moment.

“I love you.” Bucky grinned and lifted up his arm for you to move under it, your arms still wrapped around his waist. He kissed your lips and hummed.

“I love you, too.” You gave another peck and untangled from him to gather up Henry and Annalise for dinner. “Where’re my sous chefs? We gotta cut this lasagna!” Innocent giggles erupted from the bathroom and you smiled and helped the kids dry their hands.

No one seemed to love fatherhood more than Bucky. He loved the sticky fingers on his face, and the constant calls for you or him when it was bedtime and the kids “needed just one more kiss.” He even loved (it took him an hour to get there) when Annalise got ahold of purple glitter and dumped it all on the cream carpet in the living room. He was still finding glitter six months later, and it always made him chuckle.

You’d wait until he was sitting to tell him he’d have a third sous chef early next year. Hopefully he wouldn’t faint like the last two times.

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Answers

The gang's all here to answer your burning questions! Whether it’s the Oxenstiernas or the Wangs, or your favourite couples, they’re ready to face whatever inquiries you might have! [Written to celebrate two hundred and fifty followers.]

Question One: Literally anything about Bogden please uwu

Bogden: ...this isn’t really a question.

[Aleksander claps Bogden on the shoulder.]

Aleksander: Oh, whatever, just be glad we’re getting attention!

Bogden: Well, okay, but this is pretty weird. I mean, do they want to hear about my personal life, or my relationships, or -

[Aleksander muffles Bogden’s mouth with his hand.]

Aleksander: HIS MIDDLE NAME IS BORIS AND HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE THIRD OF MARCH ALSO HE REALLY LIKES YOGHURT AND HE REALLY LIKES ROSES AND ROSE-FLAVOURED STUFF OH AND HE HAS A PET BUNNY, IS THAT ENOUGH INFO?

Question Two: So what does the butter boy love doing the most with Henrik?

Stellan: I assume I’m ‘the butter boy’.

Henrik, sarcastically: Oh, no, I’m sure it’s Harald, or anyone but the one who stress-baked six hundred butter cookies after a final one day and mailed them to every person in the city!

[Stellan kicks Henrik under the table.]

Stellan: Well, to answer your question, I just love it when we cuddle while watching the sunset. We’re usually sitting outside, in this rocking swing we have in our front yard, watching the sky get painted all these pretty colours. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world to be able to see something so lovely with the person you care for the most.

[Henrik turns red.]

Henrik: Y-Yeah, those are really happy times. Holy fuck, I love you so much.

Question Three: What does Berwald like doing with Henrik?

Berwald: Fighting.

Henrik: Sometimes we just crack open a beer and talk about our husbands because we’re both awesomely lucky men. Then Stell has to pick me up the next morning while I’m hungover.

Berwald: Or we design some furniture together.

Henrik: We used to assemble IKEA stuff together until that time I screwed the legs of a chair on wrong and accidentally created a monster.

Question Four: Harald, how do you feel about Henrik and Stellan’s relationship?

Harald: When they got together all those years ago, I was too young to remember much, but when I got older and they got sappier, it was pretty annoying. Like, I’d be having breakfast, and they’d be across the table cuddling or something.

Stellan: Were we that bad?

[Harald crosses his arms.]

Harald: Yes, you were that bad. When you started high school it got even more annoying, because you two would be fucking like rabbits while poor me was right next door.

Henrik: Oh, yeah! We were pretty loud, huh?

Harald: Now, though, they have their own house, so I don’t really care. I get a cool brother-in-law, and Stell has a husband. Works out for both of us.

Question Five, from @kyrakira: What wouwd Stewwan wike mowwe? a pwug ow a couch owo?

[Stellan falls off his chair.]

[Henrik slams his fist on the table and bursts into laughter.]

Stellan, climbing back onto his chair: First of all, I hate how I understand what you’re saying. Second of all, I’d say the plug.

Henrik: HOLY -

Stellan: Fucking a piece of furniture is not as pleasant as it sounds, kids. Don’t try it at home.

Question Six: To Agata: sweet mother, I cannot focus; slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl, how not die?

Agata: Nothing you can do about it. You will look at your pretty girl, and you will have an internal heart attack.

[Tille giggles.]

Agata: You know how I met Tille? I was riding my bike, I saw her. She was pretty. I hit her with my bike.

Tille: You cried, you big kitty cat.

Agata: Yes, I cried. I was overwhelmed by your beauty.

Tille: Aww.

Agata: So, you see a pretty girl, you’re helpless to her charms. Too bad. I can’t help.

Question Seven: How close and warm are y'all nordicks? óuò

Henrik: ...I assume that means us?

[Harald cringes.]

Harald: What the hell is that cursed emoji?

Berwald: You mean emoticon.

Harald: Whatever.

Tino: To answer your question, we go over to each others’ houses for dinner every Friday! Sometimes we do it with Leon’s family, too.

Henrik: It’s really awesome! But when Stellan gets a little too competitive with Vicente, things can get, er, messy.

[Stellan throws up his hands.]

Stellan: The egg tart situation was one time, Henrik! ONE TIME!

Question Eight: To any of you, when was the last time you cried in front of a lot of people?

Antonio: Gilbert made a face at me in the middle of a presentation, and I laughed so hard I cried.

Ludwig: Pochi...

[Ludwig buries his face in his hands.]

Ludwig: Pochi just tottered up to me and jumped in my lap. It was adorable.

Kiku: Then I cried because Pochi betrayed me for him.

Feliciano: Then I cried because Tama scratched me. I still have the scar.

Question Nine: Harald, out of everyone in your family, who's death would you find most disturbing and why?

[Harald’s eyes widen.]

Harald: Why would you ask something like that? What on earth is wrong with you? Any of their deaths would be disturbing, by the way. I don’t think I could ever bear to see any of them die before me.

[He sniffles and reaches in his pocket for a tissue.]

[Henrik jumps, scowling darkly.]

Henrik: Okay, who made Harald cry?

Harald: Wait —

[Stellan joins Henrik and raises a fist.]

Stellan: They’ll have hell to pay for this.

Harald: ...I love you guys.

Question Ten: Henrik and Stellan, how are your relationships with your parents?

Henrik: Oh, we get along just fine! They were a little shocked when I brought Stellan home for the first time, but not any more.

Stellan: Between Henrik and Leon, mine have, well, resigned themselves to the fact that they most likely will not have biological grandchildren.

Henrik: We’re not sure if we’re gonna adopt just yet, but if we do, I’m sure our folks would be thrilled!

Question Eleven: To Al, Matt, Arthur, Francis, Ivan and Yao, what are your favorite memories about school?

Yao: Well, it has to be every prize-presentation ceremony at the end of each year. I went on stage every time!

Alfred: Yo, stop flexing, we know you’re a genius already.

[Arthur smiles, clearly lost in his memories.]

Arthur: My time at the school’s literature club was truly unforgettable. I was the president, if you must know, and I finally got an excuse to hide in the library all the time and read.

[Francis laughs.]

Francis: Ah, surely I thought your dearest memory would be of that one time you thought you were carrying around a copy of Pride and Prejudice, but was in reality holding a very saucy volume of Victorian er —

Arthur: HEY, ALFRED! You never told us about your favourite memory!

[Alfred jumps, accidentally smacking Yao on the shoulder. Yao gives him a withering glare.]

Alfred: Oh, yeah. It’s got to be when the soccer team won the last game of the semester, in my senior year! Dang, just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.

Matthew: And speaking of competitions, when I got first place in the school’s public speaking competition in grade seven, I completely lost it.

Alfred: You screamed, then hugged me so tightly I saw spots afterwards.

Matthew: I’ll never forget how it felt to win something for the first time.

Francis: My time with Yao in our school’s cooking club was magnificent. Yao, my friend, do you remember the mooncake project?

[Yao perks up.]

Yao: Yes, when we experimented to see how to make mooncakes less oily? That was fun. I still use that recipe to make mooncakes now.

Matthew: Hey Ivan, you haven’t talked yet. What’s your favourite memory?

Ivan: My favourite memory? Let me think, now...

[Ivan taps his chin.]

Ivan: Meeting you all at the very start of the year, that was amazing.

Alfred: Oh, you big teddy bear!

Arthur: We love you too.

[The six of them collapse in a group hug. The sound of chairs falling fills the room.]

Question Twelve: Out of everyone, who was a dropout and who finished college?

Alfred: I, uh, never went to college. Just decided to go “fuck the system” and started a food cart that I still wheel around the States. If you wanna see me, look for Stars and Stripes!

Matthew: Like Francis, I survived culinary school, but unlike Francis, I only got a degree in the pastry arts.

[Francis rubs his temples.]

Francis: None of you have ever experienced pain until you’ve been through egg day. Nine hundred eggs, all gone to waste because the Chef thought they were bad!

Arthur: I got my degree in English literature at Oxford, and to this day I’m still surprised that I managed to get in.

Yao: I have a degree in medicine, but it’s pretty useless since I run my diner now. By the way, check out Wang’s if you have the time!

[Ivan rubs the back of his head sheepishly.]

Ivan: I got arrested in the middle of college. Now, I just help my sister run her store!

Feliciano: Kiku and I both went to art school! I went to culinary school with Francis after that, though.

Kiku: My student loans haunt me to this day.

Ludwig: It surprises a lot of people, but I dropped out of college while Gilbert’s the one with the degree.

Henrik: I went to a super-obscure course, namely the textile arts. Most people don’t even know it’s a degree!

Stellan: I got a degree in creative writing at John Hopkins in the US.

Berwald: Went to trade school.

Tino: I don’t really remember much about college. I just remember a lot of coffee, screaming and complaining.

Question Thirteen: What do you love most about yourself, Henrik, Berwald and Stellan? uwu

Stellan: The next person to use “uwu” will have their spleens removed.

Berwald: Very threatening.

Henrik: Well, what I wuv mowost abowouwut mwysewelf is howow I’m able to awways pwiss owoff my bowoyfewnd!

Berwald: What.

[Stellan gets up.]

Stellan: I love you, but say “uwu” again and you’re sleeping on the couch.

Henrik: Why, uwu?

Stellan: OH, THAT’S IT —

[Henrik flees from Stellan.]

Berwald: I love that I married a sane person.

Question Fourteen: Why do you like your best friend, Tino? 3:

Tino: Oh you mean Ed? Well, we’ve been friends since forever, first of all, and we’ve stuck together no matter what! He’s helped me with homework and bullies and all that stuff since we were kids, and I’ve done the same. Best of all, he encouraged me to ask Berwald out, and thanks to him I now have an awesome husband!

[Nearby, Eduard is sobbing.]

Eduard: I love you too!

Question Fifteen: If a=b, multiply by a to get a²=ab, subtract b² to get a²-b²=ab-b², factor them (a+b)(a-b)=b(a-b), cancel a-b, and since a=b the equation is now 2b=b or 2=1; why does math exist? @the Wangs

Leon: ...what?

Vicente: I think I lost half my brain cells just by reading that.

Ling: This is bringing back trauma from school, and that question doesn’t even make sense.

Yao: I’m too old for this crap.

Leon: But to answer your question, math exists because once upon a time some asshole decided to invent numbers and make our lives difficult.

Ling: Seconded.

Vicente: Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to make dinner.

Question Sixteen: Stellan, what's the most difficult decision you've had to make to see your dreams come true?

Stellan: Ohhh, that’s a hard one. I’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices to become the person I am today. But if I had to pick, it’d be picking John Hopkins over Oslo Uni, and leaving Harald and Henrik behind. It was worth it, though, since now I’m happy and successful and I can’t have asked for more.

Harald: Aww, I love you too, you bastard.

Question Seventeen: Which family does Peter belong to?

Arthur: He lives with the Oxenstiernas, which is fine with both of us.

Tino: Artie couldn’t handle Peter after his parents passed, so it started out with Ber just babysitting him. But after the two of us got married, Arthur decided to put Peter up for adoption so he could become our son!

Niklas: It was a great decision.

Berwald: What?

Niklas: I mean, it was a terrible decision because now I’m stuck with an awesome — er, annoying — brother for the rest of my life.

Question Eighteen: What do you think is the best thing about your personality, Berwald?

Berwald: Uh...

[He stares off into the distance.]

Berwald: Uhhh...

Tino: Well, I love how everyone’s so intimidated by you, but you’re so snuggly and sweet in reality!

[Berwald appears to stop breathing.]

Berwald: Thanks.

Question Nineteen: To Alfred, Gilbert and Henrik: what’s the dumbest yet smartest thing you’ve ever done?

Alfred: Dang, that’s a hard one. I’d say the time we threw a dictionary out of the car window, just because.

Gilbert: No, the time we put a block of frozen maple syrup into Matt’s showerhead. But then we got yelled at, so maybe not.

Henrik: How about when we tried to brûlée salt and set off the fire alarm?

[The three of them consider.]

Gilbert: Yoo, what about the frying pan thing?

Henrik: Oh, riiiiight, the frying pan thing!

Alfred: So basically, we put a frying pan on the heart for too long and it melted. Then it turned out that the frying pan was made with unsafe material! That’s kinda smart, I guess.

Question Twenty: Which one of you (anyone ig) has a choking fetish?

[The entire room erupts into chaos.]

Harald: OH MY GOODNESS!

Leon: Who the hell asked this!?

Alfred: You know what? Y’all need Jesus.

[Someone hits the camera and it switches off.]

...

A/N: Yes I know I’m very unfunny but I hope this was at least the tiniest bit fun to read

#i'm not going to fucking tag this #aph fanfiction #my writing

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We Belong

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A/N: This is a short future CS fic where their family is apple picking. It’s really just a little drabble, but it has very cute family moments and some gratuitous CS fluff. Based on a reader request for more fics with Snowing and CS and their kids together. Inspired by the song ‘We Belong’ by Sheppard. Rated T for truly flufftastic.

Strolling through the old apple orchards at the edge of Storybrooke, Emma couldn’t help but be grateful for this day.

There were many reasons for that gratitude not the least of which being that she loved the time spent with her family. Having Killian and the girls, Hope and Leia, out here in the fresh air enjoying in a fun, safe afternoon was a beautiful thing, and it was made even better because her parents and little brother were here too. This was a certifiable family tradition now, and though it had been years since she’d been a little lost girl wishing for a family of her own, it still gave Emma happy butterflies every time they did something like this.

“Now you know I would never second guess you, Swan…”

Emma smiled at the words from her doting husband as he ran around the car to open her door, demanding that she let him help her at every turn. He was an old pro at the whole Dad-thing now, and somehow even more fantastic at being her husband, but under all that Killian was the same man she’d fallen in love with. Where words like these came, there was bound to be another shoe just waiting to drop. The only question was what had her pirate all worried?

“Let me guess, you think that today will be too much, right?” Emma asked teasingly, trying to show him his anxiety was unfounded. She was fine, and so was their little boy who was bound to show up in a few more months. Her hand moved over her tummy on instinct, and Killian’s came above hers for a few heartbeats too. They didn’t have time to linger longer in their joy, as the girls were getting restless, but for just a moment they both silently celebrated their good fortune.

“I think it’s a lot for anyone, Emma. Our little loves are rambunctious on a good day, and today they’ll be in full swing.”

“Sounds like you’re the one who can’t handle it,” Emma said with a mirthful smile. Immediately her pirate picked up on her phrasing, and he muttered something about always being up for a challenge before he pressed a kiss to her lips. It was quick, but even in that fleeting press of his lips on hers Emma was lost. God she loved this man, and that love only seemed to grow stronger and surer every day.

“I just want you to promise me that if you need a break at any point you’ll tell me,” Killian requested when they pulled apart. Emma nodded, and Killian exhaled a heavy breath as he opened the door and revealed a happy, giggling little Leia. At almost three she was all joy all the time, the happiest baby Emma had ever seen, and her eyes grew wide with excitement as she reached for Emma’s tummy.

“Baby!” Leia pronounced excitedly and Emma nodded.

“Yes, honey. Baby.”

“Technically, it’s a baby brother,” Hope said from where she was waiting patiently on the other side. Emma moved around to let her out too and Hope jumped down with the grace of an older child even though her instincts still had her immediately reaching for Emma’s hand. It made Emma’s heart ache, to know her daughter was independent and smart and so purely herself but that she also still wanted and needed her Mama.

“Right you are, lass,” Killian said when the car was all squared away and they had everything in hand to set out and meet her parents. They didn’t even need to double check. This was a very well oiled machine right now, but Emma suspected that when they had a third baby that would all go out the window. Right now it was two on two, but she didn’t love her odds when the other team gained a man.

“I wuv the baby,” Leia said cheerily, and her words were tinted with that toddler dialect that could warm even the coldest of hearts.

“As do we all, princess,” Killian said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Leia’s head. “Now, have the two of you thought of any ideas for a name yet?”

Killian’s question to Hope and Leia had Emma fighting back an eye roll. In his mind this was a great scheme, letting his two little girls have a say in the name of their little brother. But Emma was worried about giving them that chance. They were still so young, and their track record of naming was not the best. Both girls had their favorite stuffed animals and while Hope’s bear was named Charlie, which was passable, Leia had named her favorite lion ‘cat.’ Not even lion. Just cat.

“No. I think you and Mommy should give me options,” Hope replied her free hand coming to fiddle with her braid. It was done to the side just like Emma’s for the day, because Hope had asked (or demanded, depending how you looked at it) that they match today. “Like when I get to choose between cookies and ice cream after dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.”

“That sounds like an excellent plan,” Emma agreed, taking that for the out it was and thanking whatever universal entity had given her that. She looked over to Killian, and his wry grin told her that he knew how she felt about all this, but before she could call him out for it, the rest of their merry band of apple pickers arrived.

“Did someone say Grandpa?”

Her Dad’s voice prompted both of Emma and Killian’s daughters to launch into action and they sprinted over as fast as they could to see David and Mary Margaret along with their ‘uncle’ Neal. Emma and Killian followed after, greeting her parents and her brother and the seven of them headed past the entrance and into the farmland, making their way to the grove in the orchard that was ready for picking today.

“So…” her mother said after wrapping her arm in Emma’s as they trailed behind their husbands and the kids, keeping an eye on the flock. “How long do you think we have before the competitiveness takes over? I’m wondering just how much crazy we have to deal with today.”

Emma laughed aloud and Killian noticed, though she didn’t think he had heard her mother’s commentary. If he did, he didn’t let it show, he only smiled at her, showing as he always did how much he loved her and wanted to see her happy. Killian was soon distracted, however, by Hope pulling at his sleeve and pointing towards the tree she wanted to climb. The rest of the pack all followed suit, agreeing it was the perfect spot.

“Well with those two you never know. I just hope they don’t drag the kids into it,” Emma said shaking her head as she watched her Dad and Killian already starting to posture and preen. There was some debate the past few years about who exactly was the best apple finder and collector, and Emma knew that same question was bound to pop again this year too.

“Oh they will. But you know how it goes. All we need are those cider donuts at the end of the day and the ugliness is all forgotten.”

“Ooh donuts,” Emma said excitedly. She’d forgotten about that sweet detail of coming to the orchard, and now that she thought about it she could definitely go for one. Or six. Or ten.

“My thinking exactly,” her Mom said before going into full mother hen mode. Emma watched as she corralled the family together, leading the charge on apple collection. Soon enough Emma had joined them, taking her spot with Leia and watching Hope as closely as she could to make sure her little adventurer didn’t wander too high.

The day was filled with humor and laughs, and yes, a healthy dose of competition between Killian and her Dad. On the whole though it was the kind of safe, wholesome, and dare she say charming, fun that most families got to enjoy every fall. If Emma could do so, she would save every moment of this memory so she could hold it close for years to come. It so perfectly encapsulated everything she’d ever wanted but never dared to hope for. Now, however, those impossible dreams were her life. She was truly living happily ever after, and though every day came with ups and downs, it still felt like pure magic through and through.

“Care to steal away with me for a moment, my love?” Killian asked as the family were all enjoying the spoils of their hard work. They were camped out at a picnic table, all of them enjoying a candy apple or a donut (or in Neal’s case both), but Emma yearned to go with Killian. She looked to her parents, who had heard the request and they both nodded.

“You two go. We can hold down the fort for a few minutes,” her mother promised.

Emma thanked them, giving both her girls a quick kiss before taking Killian’s hand and letting her husband lead her wherever he had in mind. She’d learned since they started this journey together that her pirate was an expert at carving out moments for the two of them and she was so glad for that. Especially because many of those moments weren’t just sweet and serene, but heated and sexy as well.

“Bloody hell, Emma, you can’t be thinking like that,” Killian pleaded, his pace increasing as he pulled her along past the farmhouse and food stands. “At least not yet anyway.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Emma challenged, though it was a losing cause. Obviously he was onto her, and the intensity in his blue eyes when he met her gaze made her heart flip and her body hum with even more want for him.

“Because I’m thinking the same thing, love. Have been since I had my way with you this morning.”

Emma laughed at that, and at the way that Killian looked around to see if there were any others in the vicinity. Then he pulled her against one of the oldest trees around and he kissed her with all the passion and wanting that she felt in her own heart. It was not a kiss that was all acceptable for a public setting, but with her pirate’s roaming hand and hook teasing Emma into a frenzy she simply didn’t care. Call it baby-hormone induced lust or just a crazy amount of love for the man, either way Emma wanted Killian and she wanted him bad. But, ever her protector, Killian knew things could only go so far, and at the moment when there would be no return, he pulled away. Emma could see he still needed her desperately, but he put those needs aside, and focused on her, running his hand against her cheek as he told her something unexpected.

“Your parents are taking the girls tonight.”

“They are?” Emma asked, her question breathy from the lingering feelings their kiss had inspired.

“They are. It’s why I fought so hard to beat David today. There were higher stakes than you realized.”

“You’re kidding,” Emma said, letting a giggle slip as she thought back on how fierce Killian and her father had been in trying to be the best today. “Well then, I guess I should plan on showing my champion just how appreciative I am for his winning today.”

Emma watched as Killian swallowed harshly and she let herself smile. Yup, she had him right where she wanted him. He was forgetting himself, and she could see the gears spinning in his mind as he tried to figure out how to get them more privacy. Before he could think of something though, Emma stepped away.

“Of course that comes after we make sure the kids are all right, and say our goodbyes.”

“Seven hells, love. You don’t play fair,” Killian murmured before surprising her and stealing one last kiss. “But nevertheless I accept your terms. I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered softly before taking his hand and leading him back to their family once more.

And with that promise, the two of them headed back, hand in hand, knowing that today was just another perfect day in a wonderful life that they’d share together for now and for always.

………….

I had heard of love but had my doubts Heartache was something I could do without But it started changing when you came around And now I never want it to fade

Now that we've lit this fire (Get na-na-na-na-na) We've got to fan the flame (Get na-na-na-na-na) To keep it burning higher (Get na-na-na-na-na) To die another day To die another day

(Hoo, ha) We belong together (Hoo, ha) The diamond's under pressure, baby (Hoo, ha) Through whatever weather (Hoo, ha) We belong together, baby

We can chase the summer 'til the sun burns out Not even gravity can hold us down Yes I'm holding on to every minute now No I don't ever want it to fade

Now that we've lit this fire (Get na-na-na-na-na) We've got to fan the flame (Get na-na-na-na-na) To keep it burning higher (Get na-na-na-na-na) To die another day To die another day

(Hoo, ha) We belong together (Hoo, ha) The diamond's under pressure, baby (Hoo, ha) Through whatever weather (Hoo, ha) We belong together, baby

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's something I love about Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's something I love about Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh The woman that's all you are Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's something I love

We belong together The diamond's under pressure, baby Through whatever weather We belong together, baby (Oh yeah) (Hoo, ha) We belong together (Hoo, ha) The diamond's under pressure, baby (Hoo, ha) Through whatever weather (Hoo, ha) We belong together, baby

Oh, oh, get na-na-na-na-na Oh, oh, get na-na-na-na-na (We belong together) Oh, oh, get na-na-na-na-na Oh, oh, get na-na-na-na-na (We belong together, baby) Oh, oh, get na-na-na-na-na Oh, oh (We belong together, baby)

Post-Note: So hopefully you’ve all enjoyed this chapter. It’s another attempted testament to my work as the ‘Queen of Fluff’ and truth be told I loved every second of writing this up this summer. I saved it for now, when I had an opening in my schedule and I am so glad I did. It’s short and sweet, just how I love my CS fics. Well, at least some of them. Either way, I want to thank you all so much for the continued love, and thank the reader who asked for this AU. You’re all awesome, and I appreciate your support and kind words more than I can say. Anyway, hope you have a great rest of your weekend and thanks so much for reading!

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