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#MOOOOOOM I LOVE HIM :(

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Avenger Lane Chapter 12: Wild Uncharted Waters

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, drug use, attempted abuse

Previous Chapter

“Papa, Halloween tonight?” Finley asked as you sipped your coffee and pushed the cart.

“A few more days bub.” You say lifting up a decoration.

“Mom, can we be Barbie?” Beth asked Quinn as they looked through the costumes.

“No mommy! No Barbie!” Fin huffed. “I wanna be Ariel!”

“I’m surprised she didn’t say Bluey.” You muttered lowly for your wife to hear before turning towards your toddler. “It’s okay, squirt. Quinn, you be Barbie with Beth and I’ll be Prince Eric.” You gesture to the costume.

“But then who will be Ken?” Beth huffed.

“I’ll be Prince Eric and Prince Ken.” You shrug. “Two birds, one stone.”

“No! We need beach Ken! Moooooom!” Beth whined.

“Well then take a page out of Barbie’s book. Ken is just there; she doesn’t need him to help define her.” You say to your oldest.

“Nice.” Quinn nodded with a grin.

“Fine.” Beth sighed.

“Yayyyy! Ariel!!!!!” Fin shouted in joy.

“Sorry.” Quinn chuckled at a couple looking over with a smile.

“Your girls are so adorable.” The woman smiled before rolling off.

“Can uncle Kurt make ours?” Beth gasped.

“Here, give him a call to see what he says.” You chuckled, handing the phone over. Truthfully you know he’s busy he’s been working on the spring collection to be ahead of the game.

“Hi uncle Kurt!” Beth smiled as she twirled around. “I’m good; you?” She giggled looking over at you and Quinn. “I was wondering if you could make our costumes for Halloween?……Mom and I are going as Barbie and pop and Fin are Prince Eric and Ariel.”

“Really?! Oh Uncle Kurt I’m so excited! Okay! See you then bye love you!” Beth hung up, handing you the phone. “Oh my gosh uncle Kurt and Blaine are gonna help me and Fin make ours tonight they said you just have to get us there.”

“You got it.” You grinned.

“I’ll drop them off before we get ready for tonight.” Quinn nodded. “Would have been a little better if we took them tomorrow night instead. Since the musical is tomorrow night.”

“Awww aunt Rachel’s having an opening night.” Beth sighed.

“You can catch it next time.” Quinn smiled.

“Yuck musicals!” Fin stuck her tongue out.

“She got that from you.” Quinn glared at you.

“I didn’t say anything, and besides Beth we’re going to the fair tomorrow.” You chuckled as Quinn glared at you walking towards the halloween bags. You high fived Fin before handing her a puppuccino. You chuckled seeing whip cream all over her tiny face. “Tasty!” She giggled looking up at you. Beth giggled at her sister's mess. You snapped a picture before wiping her face.

“We’re really going to the fair?” Beth asked.

“Yup! Nat, Nate, and Lila are coming with us.”

“Oh awesome! I can’t wait!” Beth squealed before listing off all the rides she wants to try out now, finally being older and tall enough.

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After dropping off the girls the two of you dressed up in your costumes and walked towards Thor’s house.

“Danny, Sandy, welcome!” Thor chuckled letting you and Quinn inside.

“Zeus huh? Here I thought you’d be Thor the Norse God.” You grinned.

“I thought it was a bit on the nose.” Thor nodded before leading you both to the party.

Tony and Pepper were mobsters who were talking to Steve and Bucky as Maverick and Goose. When you caught sight of a certain redhead.

You gulped looking at Natasha who donned a catsuit that was clad against her curvy body.

“Out to fight crime?” You rasped.

“Too many greasers on this street.” She winked.

You chuckled letting your hand run through your hair. “I feel a little ridiculous. I wanted to be a firefighter.” You shrugged.

“Don’t it’s…” Natasha gulped. “It’s working.” You looked so unbelievably dreamy to her she didn’t think that was possible. She already finds you charming and now with the clad white t shirt and leather jacket. Not to mention your ass looks great in those black jeans, and if she looks a little longer she can make out your package.

“I still think the firefighter would have been cooler.” You shrugged.

“Oh my gosh enough about the firefighter!” Quinn rolled her eyes as she walked up.

Natasha chuckled as Bruce walked up.

“Hey Bruce.” You grinned. “Nice Batman costume.”

“Thanks! You know it’s basically the one from the movies you can punch it and I won’t feel a thing. Come on, try it.”

“I shouldn’t.” God, I wanna punch you in the face. You shook your head.

“Come on grease lightning show me whatchu got.” He taunted.

“Bruce.” Natasha warned him.

“What? How bad can it-“ suddenly he felt you strike him in the stomach and lost his breath. “Oh my God.” He gasped.

“Great form Y/L/N!” Steve clapped.

“Y/N!” Quinn growled, yanking you away.

“What? He told me too!” You huffed.

“This is supposed to be the real thing! What happened?” Bruce gasped.

“You asked someone who boxes to punch you. What did you think was going to happen?” Natasha rolled her eyes leaving Bruce to grab a drink.

“Wait, boxes?” His eyes widened.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Quinn who glared at Steve. “Okay you need to tell Y/N what you saw.”

“I know.” Steve sighed.

“Why haven’t you said anything?” Bucky hissed.

“Because I wanted to deal with our situation first. I’m glad I did. I want Y/N to believe me.” Steve explained.

“Well you need to let them know soon they deserve to know.”

“I know Buck.” Steve sighed.

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“Y/N!” You turned looking for who called out your name.

“Pssst Y/N!”

You huffed feeling a candy corn hit your head. Looking over at the culprit it was none other than Thor himself.

He didn’t speak but he did gesture to having a smoke or in other words ‘cheifin’, ‘sesh’, or ‘420’.

You looked back at your wife. “Go on, I'm gonna catch up with Christine Strange.”

You grinned as he waved you over away from the party towards the backyard.

“What’s up Danny Zuko!” Val smirked, already sitting on a patio chair.

“What’s up.” You chuckled as she waved around a blunt. “Ooooh yes please.”

Carol laughed sitting next to her wife.

“What’s up Quill, Gamora!” You grinned giving them a side hug. “What are you guys?”

“Oh I’m Jason!” Peter quickly placed his mask on.

“Freddy Krueger.” She said, lifting up her knife hand.

“Spooky.” You chuckled. “And you two?” You nod towards Carol and Val.

“I’m the moth, she's the flame.” Carol smirked, leaning over to peck Val’s cheek.

“Hey Y/N! I got us all drinks that blend well with the blunt.” Korg grinned while walking outside.

“Hey Korg, long time no see! I haven’t seen you at the gym lately.” You smiled while taking the Halloween themed drink.

“I just got married actually.” He smiled.

“Congratulations man!” You smiled.

“Thanks!” Korg blushed.

“So where is the lucky lady?”

“She’s at work right now but she helped me make the couples game tonight!”

“Couples game?” You asked as the rotation made its way to you. You took it gladly before inhaling.

“Yeah! It’s like a game show for couples.” Korg nodded as you handed it to him.

“Cool.” You said before exhaling.

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Natasha looked around wondering where you went off too. She hasn’t you since you punched Bruce. All she sees is Quinn talking to Christine as Stephen looks bored.

“Looking for a certain greaser?”

Natasha looked over at Wanda. “Maybe.”

“I think I saw Y/N go out back.” Vis pointed.

“Thanks… great costumes by the way. What superhero are you guys supposed to be?”

“Whatever we had to make.” Vision shrugged.

“Gotcha.” Nat nodded before going out back.

“Damn it, Vis.” Wanda whined.

“What?”

“You told her where Y/N is.”

“And?”

“Y/N is married and she-“ Wanda looked around before harshly whispering. “She has feelings for Y/N.”

Vis sighed. “Honey if she does you can’t stop it. No one can. The heart will always want what it wants.”

“Still.” Wanda grumbled. “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

Meanwhile back outside.

“Nat hi!” You smiled with a dopey grin on your face.

“Hey Stoney Bologna.” She smiled walking over.

“Hey Nat.” Everyone coughed.

She looked around for a seat.

“Here take mine.” You cleared your throat standing up.

“Oh no you don’t have to do that.” She says, shaking her head.

“Please I-“

“Just sit on Danny’s lap!” Carol smirked.

“You’re so bad.” Val muttered in her ear watching you bring Natasha on your lap.

“Oh baby I can be really bad.” Carol husked back.

“Fuck.” Val chuckled darkly, feeling her cock harden.

“Hi.” Nat shuttered.

“Hey. Are you cold?”

“A bit.”

You quickly shrugged your jacket off bringing it around her and you like a blanket. She felt your arms snake around her and laid her arms over yours.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

“Anytime.” You grinned. “Wanna try my drink? Korg made it. It’s really good.”

“Sure.” The redhead moved towards the table causing you to gulp seeing her back side as she stretched for the drink

Val smirked at you checking Natasha out. “How ya doing over there Y/L/N?”

“Good.” You grunted as the redheaded Russian moved again this time bringing the drink with her.

Val and Carol giggled as the blunt came to you both.

“Let’s play suck and blow.” Val smirked.

“What’s that?” Nat asked.

“Well you inhale and exhale in Y/N's mouth then Y/N will do it in Carols.” Val smirked.

“Nat, you don’t have too.” You say before making a face at Val.

“I can do it.” The red head inhaled before turning towards you.

You leaned in parting your lips as she blew smoke into your mouth, her lips ghosting over yours. You inhaled her eyes looking at your lips. You broke the trance turning towards Carol. Exhaling in the same manner. She doesn’t know why but seeing you so close to Carol sort of made her jealous.

You pulled back, noticing a change in the atmosphere.

“You okay?” You whispered near her ear. “Do you need water or anything?”

She shook her head.

One of your arms dropped from her waist resting on her knee. You gave her a light squeeze.

“You sure?”

She smiled softly before relaxing in your arms. “I think I’m just high.”

You chuckled about to move your hand when she placed hers over yours. She squeezed your hand feeling your thumb gently rubbing against her knee.

“So I’m not dumb they’re clearly into one another.” Korg whispered to Thor watching Nat giggle at whatever you said.

“Hmhm.” He nodded, texting his wife to make sure Quinn didn't come outside.

It’s not that they want them to cheat, they just want them to realize they can do so much better. It all started back when Tony had his block party. Slowly the gang all realized Quinn and Bruce were awful and did not deserve you or Natasha.

“Can you imagine them fucking? My God the steam that would come off of them.” Carol smirked looking at you and Nat.

“Fuck that’s hot stop making me hard.” Val muttered while taking a drink.

“Wanna go take care of it?” Carol smirked.

“Uh we’ll meet you guys inside.” Val spoke abruptly standing up with Carol.

“They're gonna do it in the restroom.” You chuckled.

“How do you know?” Nat chuckled.

“I just know.”

“Alright guys we’re going inside so we can get ready for the game.” Korg smiled before walking back inside.

“I guess we should go too?”

Natasha stood giving you a perfect view of her plump latex covered ass in your face. She turned smirking down at you, clearly catching you checking her out.

“Thanks for keeping me warm.”

“Anytime.” You grinned standing up taking your jacket back shrugging it on. Watching her walk towards the sliding door giving her ass an extra sway. She looked so sexy in that suit now all you could think about was taking it off of her. You were incredibly blue balled and needed release as soon as possible.

You both walk back inside and she gets pulled away by Wanda so you walk over to your wife holding her from behind to show her how hard you are.

“Oh my gosh.” She says turning in your arms.

“Quickie in the bathroom?”

She blushes and nods before turning to Christine. “Excuse us.”

As soon as the door closes you kiss your wife before twirling her against the sink. You unbutton her skin tight pants, pulling them down just a bit before pulling your jeans down. You rub your throbbing member against her slit. It's been a while since you both have done this.

You gather enough wetness before pushing inside of her. You moan hands on her hips as she grips the sink and the wall.

“Fuck!” You grunt, thrusting harder and harder.

She lets go of the sink reaching down below to rub her clit. “Fuck I’m close.”

“Let go.” You grunt wrapping your arms around her as she moves back against you cuming around your cock. “That’s it. Fuck I’m gonna cum too.” You close your eyes imagining Natasha with her catsuit. A few short hard thrusts and you finally came and you came hard.

You pant trying to catch your breath feeling yourself deflate. Quinn pushes you back a bit as you slip out. She turned to sit on the toilet as you stuff yourself back in your jeans leaning your back against the wall as you catch your breath.

Quinn watched you through the mirror as she washed her hands. She briefly wonders why you were so hard and practically begged her silently for sex. She saw what Natasha was wearing but she didn't push it. Things have been tense like walking on thin ice that’s already cracking under her feet. She can feel her grasp on you is loosening. She's terrified of losing you completely.

“Ready?” You asked.

She turned and kissed you softly. “I am now.”

You cleared your throat as she fixed your hair and opened the door.

Natasha felt a little sad watching you walk in hand with your wife. She knows you two must have done the deed in the restroom. Vis mentioned hearing two people going at it earlier. She reminds herself that you’re married, and as much as she doesn’t like Quinn. It doesn’t change anything.

“Okay everyone my good friend Korg here is leading the couples game! Everyone take a seat please!” Thor gave a dopey smile, his arm around his wife Jane. He was a little tipsy and a bit high.

“Alllllllright welcome to Love on Avenger Lane! Where I, your host, will be quizzing you on how well you know your partner.” Korg beamed as his friend Meek handed out whiteboards, markers, and erasers.

“We’ll start off with an easy one! First question: what is your boo’s favorite color?”

“Alright let’s have it!” Krog grinned as everyone turned their boards.

“What? I hate that color.” Bucky huffed when Steve looked at his board.

“We got our first wrong answer already!”

“But I thought you liked black.” Steve frowned.

“Ohh Steve said black, Bucky your favorite is?”

“Red.” He said..

“But you always wear black!” Steve threw his hands up.

“Black isn’t a color Steve!”

“And Buck Steve’s favorite is?” Korg moved along.

“Blue.” He muttered.

Steve felt guilty as that was his favorite color.

“Ohhh Bucky got it right. Tony? Pepper?”

The older couple smiled as they revealed their correct answers.

“We win.” Tony high-fived his wife.

“Psh we haven’t even gone yet.” Thor huffed.

“Alright let’s see it then?” Korg grinned.

Jane and Thor showed their boards both revealing Blue.

“Nice!” They grinned.

“Y/N? Quinn?”

You and Quinn revealed your answers.

“Nice.” You grinned pecking your wife’s cheek.

“Nat, Bruce?”

Natasha sighed holding up her answer knowing he was going to get it wrong, but to her surprise he was correct.

“You got it.” She smiled softly.

“Like your eyes.” He shrugged.

You cleared your throat not meaning to ruin the moment, but subconsciously doing it out of jealousy. You don’t know why but Bruce was like nails on a chalkboard for you. You haven’t felt this way about a person since Rachel Berry.

“What is their favorite song?” Korg grinned.

Bruce cringed, holding up his answer.

“Anything from Sia.” Yeah no that doesn’t fly it’s not who is their favorite artist it’s what is their favorite song. Natasha?”

“I fold.” She chuckled with a shrug.

“I’m not big on music.” Bruce shrugged.

“Easy, it's American Pie.” you grinned.

Natasha smiled, you remembered the story about her family and that song. You didn’t even notice the look of disdain your wife was making.

“Uhhh right okay Y/N? Quinn?” Korg stuttered.

Quinn grinned writing hers but when you held your boards up your smile fell.

“What? It's always been ‘Signs by bloc party” Quinn furrowed her brow.

“It's Golden Brown by The Stranglers.” Natasha looks up not realizing she spoke out loud.

“Oof this is awkward.” Korg chuckled into the mic, noticing the look on Quinn’s face. “Tony? Pepper?”

“Shoot to Thrill and Cruisin’ Correct again!

You zoned out as the others went on until the next question came up.

“Alright, what is your partner's favorite morning drink?”

You once again got Quinn’s right and she once again answered wrong.

“But you always start your morning with a protein smoothie.” she huffed.

“A cup of coffee with Silk creamer, especially the coconut.” Natasha winked at you.

Quinn was fuming how can she get your favorite drink but not her own husbands?

“Nat and Bruce?” Korg moved along.

“Coffee black.” they both answered.

Korga mimicked a buzzer sound.

“Breakfast tea.” Bruce smiled.

“Hot mocha with a sprinkle of cinnamon.” You muttered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Quinn furrows her brows at you. She didn’t like that you knew so much about the redhead. She wanted you to be focused solely on her.

“So it’s clear the two of you should be together.” Korg joked not realizing both parties were wildly uncomfortable. “Should not have said that…Moving on! Favorite movie!”

The couples began writing out their answers. Each couple was getting them right until once again Natasha and Bruce were up. They both answered wrong.

“It’s James Bond’s Moonraker.” You grinned.

Quinn bristled, writing hers down.

“Okay; Y/N? Quinn?”

“Star Wars episode 6.” Quinn smiled in triumph; she knows this has to be it. She’s certain as she held up her board.

“It’s The Heat.” Natasha chuckled.

“I think I know my-“

“She’s right.” You mutter before holding yours up.

“Funny Girl, the Rachel Berry version. Yeah bud, that's not a movie.” Korg chuckled.

“Fine. Frozen.”

“Why would you say that?” Quinn hissed.

“You got a thing for Berry.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s thick considering you and Jolene over there have been getting your answers right all night.”

“Did she just call me Jolene?” Natasha chuckled to Bruce who cringed.

“At least she knows me.” You mutter.

“Uhh so things are getting a little heated let’s just say the winner of the night is Tony and Pepper. Congrats you won a bottle of champagne.”

“I want to go home. Now.” Quinn grit in your ear.

“That’s probably best.” You nodded still pissed off.

You both stood and you waved at Thor. “Thanks for the invite man, sorry shit got awkward.” You sighed as Quinn slammed the door.

“Aw come on you can’t leave yet! I was gonna ask if you could play a few songs?”

“Yeah let’s jam out!” Carol shouted.

“Maybe next time guys.” You shake your head. “Thanks again Thor.” You walk towards the front door seeing Natasha nearby. “I’m sorry about that, Nat, have a goodnight.”

“You have to stop apologizing for her.” Nat sighs and you just nod.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” you say before walking out the door.

The walk home was silent. She was so far ahead of you which would normally make you upset but tonight you really just don’t care anymore.

You walk in the house locking it behind you before heading up stairs grabbing your shorts.

“So we’re not talking about it?” Quinn huffed as you stood by the bedroom door.

“Nope.” You answer, she scoffs in response as you walk off towards the guest room. You didn’t know what to do anymore. You were at a loss. It just didn’t feel like your marriage was working anymore. You squeeze your eyes shut, too tired to even pull that thread.

The following morning was silent. You did your normal routine breakfast, protein smoothie, and working out. You really needed it this morning. You gotta clear your head.

You and Quinn do your very best to avoid one another. Things were boiling and the cover of the pot was rattling off. You got the girls back from Kurt’s and by the time you got home she was gone.

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You were actually looking forward to the fair. Normally you didn’t care for them. Everything was dirty and sticky. The food was outrageously overpriced as are the rides, but being able to go with your girls and Natasha makes it all worth it.

You knock on her door as Fin rings the bell.

“Natttttty!” Fin giggled ringing the bell. “Natttttttyyyyy Fair!”

“I’m here, I'm here!”

“Hi Natty, I missed you.” Your daughter giggled.

“Hi sweetheart I missed you too. Hi Beth, have you been practicing?”

“Everyday!” She beams.

“That’s great dorogoy!” Natasha smiled before turning towards you. “I’m just going to get the kids.”

“Alright we’ll meet you at Clints.” You say walking towards your truck. You buckle Fin in her seat with Beth next to her.

You drive down across the street towards the Bartons when Natasha is walking out with Nate in her arms, the car seat in the other.

You hop out and fix up his car seat next to Fin’s as Beth and Lila go over the rides.

“No Cooper?” You ask Nat.

“He has a date tonight. I swear he’s growing up too fast.” Natasha whines.

“Yeah they do that alright.” You mutter looking in the rear view mirror at your girls.

“How has everything been?” She asks hesitantly.

“Not good.” You mutter.

“Well hopefully some overpriced food and funnel cake will take your mind off of everything for a bit.”

“I do love funnel cakes.” You chuckle.

“I know.” Natasha smiles.

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“Ooohh aunty Nat a Ferris wheel!” Lila beamed pointing at the lights.

“You two join the kids. Kate and I will grab some food with Mini Y/N.” Yelena smiled, nuzzling her nose against Fin’s cheek.

“Thank you.” You chuckled walking with Nat and the kids to the ferris wheel.

“I’m sorry if my sister is being bit much-“

“I love her, she's hilarious. This is the most I’ve laughed all week. Also you may have a competition now with Lena over Finley.”

“Finny and Nate are mine, she needs to back off.” She huffed making you laugh.

The kids sit down when it’s yours and Natasha’s turn.

“I just want to say you two have the most beautiful family.” The carney smiled.

You clear your throat. “Thank you.”

“That’s the third time tonight.” Nat chuckled while sitting down.

“Well we can’t blame them, we are all incredibly good looking.” You give her the goofiest model face you can muster making her laugh. The Ferris wheel begins to move and Natasha out of habit takes your hand.

“You scared?” You ask.

“A bit.” She nods looking down.

“Don’t look down, focus on the music.”

“Are they playing Careless Whisper?” Natasha snickered as the ride slowly began going.

You chuckled, taking her finger and began singing.

“Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

We could have been so good together

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?”

Natasha giggled and you stretched your arm around her as you looked down at your daughter Beth making sure she’s okay. She was laughing with Lila.

The Ferris wheel is playing romance music and you both can’t help but chuckle at the cheesy songs they play. That is until it’s your turn at the top. One of your favorite old songs began playing. It was Sing by Travis.

“I love this song.” You whispered.

“Sing it to me.” Natasha whispered back.

“Baby, you've been going so crazy

Lately, nothing seems to be going right

So low, why'd you have to get so low?

You're so…

You've been waiting in the sun too long”

“You have a really beautiful voice Y/N.”

“You do too ya know.” You give her lopsided grin.

Natasha blushes and looks up at the giant moon. “The moon is beautiful.” She says blissfully looking at the giant glowing moon.

“Yeah.” You briefly look but you can’t help but stare at her; entranced in a way by the glistening twinkle in her eyes.

She turns, feeling your gaze on her and she’s giving you that look. You’ve seen this look before. The ‘If you don't kiss me right now I might die’ look. It happened on the night of your birthday. You’ve seen it on your wife obviously, but you’ve also seen that same look on Sersi’s face, and a few other women. You never really had that feeling for them, but here now with Nat you’re questioning everything for the second time in your marriage.

You look down at those very kissable lips. Subconsciously briefly licking your own lips before dragging your eyes up to her striking emerald eyes instead of the hazel you’re used to. Meanwhile she’s doing the same thing, both of you leaning towards one another when the song ended the Farris wheel continued its descent. You clear your throat as you break eye contact and look away.

The ferris wheel came to a stop when you both got out.

“That was boring.” Beth sighed, you wouldn’t know this for a while but Beth saw how close you and Nat were.

“How about that roller coaster over there!?” Lila beamed.

“Yeah! Can we!?” Beth asked.

“Sure.” You say lifting up Finley while Natasha takes Nate from Kate.

“We’ll take the kids.” Yelena grins, leaving you and Natasha to the fried feast.

There’s a heavy silence in the air as you both eat.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” She sighs.

“Okay?” You furrow your brows.

“Well hey neighbors!” Tony chuckled while sitting down. “Thanks for the invite by the way.”

Natasha inwardly sighed of course he would get in the way.

“Sorry Tony.” You chuckled.

“Because of this I’m taking some cotton candy.” He winked.

“Where’s Morgan?” You asked.

“I left her with Yelena and Kate.”

“Oh nice.” You chuckled and excused yourself to the restroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Natasha waits for you to be out of ear shot.

“You idiot you just had to interrupt!”

“What?!” Tony huffed.

“I was literally about to tell Y/N everything!”

“Ohhh.” Tony bit his lip. “I can scram.”

“No, it's too late.”

“I’m glad blondie isn’t here. She’d suck all the fun out of this place. Can you believe her attitude last night?”

“I didn’t care for her Jolene comment.” Natasha grumbled taking a sip of her lemonade.

You walked up taking a seat eating your corn dog as the girls walked up.

“Papa! I want some too!” Fin whined.

“Don’t worry, love, you can have one too.” Yelena smiled.

“That was so much fun!” Beth said, taking a seat and eating her chicken tenders.

“Kate, are you feeling okay?” Yelena chuckled.

“Everything is spinning.” She groaned.

“Can’t take the heat anymore?” Tony smirked

“Excuse me.” Kate gagged before running towards a trash can.

“I’ll go take care of her.” Yelena sighed, handing you Fin.

“Nooo Lennnna.” Fin whined.

“I’ll be back, lovebug.” She smiled, booping her nose.

“I feel betrayed.” Nat frowned.

“Hi Natty.” Fin smiled offering some of her corn dog.

“Thank you, Finny.” Natasha took a fake bite humming in response.

“Tasty.” Finley beamed before taking another bite.

“Aunty Natty!” Nate whined wanting her attention back.

“I’m right here handsome.” She chuckled, bouncing him on her leg as a reminder before feeding him a chicken tender.

Tony looked over at you watching the way you looked at the redhead. He knows that look, it can’t be described by anything else but love.

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After another round of rides and too much funnel cake Beth asked to spend the night with Morgan and Lila. Yelena and Kate went back to school so it was just you the tots, and Natasha.

“Well thanks for coming with us tonight. Looks like they’re conked out.” Natasha smiled looking behind to see the two toddlers sound asleep in their car seats.

“Hmm.” You smile.

“Wanna come inside for a bit?”

You nod and you grab Nate’s car seat and Natasha takes Fin in her arms. It all felt so domestic seeing her holding your little girl, and you holding Nate.

You both lay then down on her sofa covering them up before walking into the kitchen. Natasha starts the kettle pulling down the tea box.

“Blackberry sage, my favorite.” You smiled softly.

“It’s now my favorite too. It's so good.” Natasha smiled, pulling down the honey and peeling an orange.

“Thank you, Nat.”

“So you wanna talk about it?”

“I have never wanted to be away from her in my life, and lately?” You sighed, rubbing your head as the kettle began boiling. “I just feel like I’m the only one trying anymore, and I’m so tired of it.”

Natasha nodded in understanding before turning off the kettle and fixing your cup. She briefly wondered if she should tell you the truth but considering Quinn is at Rachel’s musical right now she decides it’s still not the time.

“You know what, no I don’t wanna talk about Quinn. What about you?”

“Well…” Natasha brings the cups over sitting down across from you. “I took your advice, or Hilary Duff’s and spoke with Thor and Val.”

“You did?” You beamed.

“Hmhm, I get my studio this week.” She smiled coyly.

“Nat, that is fantastic! I'm so happy for you. If you need help with anything I’m here for you.” You smile and she bashfully says thank you.

You both drink tea and talk about her plans for the next hour when you yawn.

“I should probably head home. I'm pretty tired.” You stretch standing up.

She nods and takes both our mug placing them in the sink before watching you lift Fin. She whines briefly before you whisper to her, calming her down. “Goodnight Nat.” You smile.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers opening the door for you.

“Natty.” Fin whispers in her sleep.

“Shhh its okay.” The Russian whispers kissing her cheek when you bring her in a hug carful not to crush or wake Fin.

“Thank you, for everything.” You whisper gently, kissing her cheek.

She nods and kisses your cheek in response. You both sigh hearing Fin babbling in her sleep. You squeeze her hand before making your way back home. She stays on her porch watching you walk inside your home before shutting the door. She was falling so hard for you with no end in sight.

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You made your way downstairs seeing a redhead at the stove. She was setting a tray of what looked like cupcakes down.

“Hi.” You furrowed your brows with a smile.

“Hi.” She smiled back dipping her finger in batter before sticking it out for you to try. “Come on, try it. I know you want to.” She smirked turning toward you when you noticed she was wearing nothing but an apron. “Come on baby, take it.” She murmured now flush against you her finger found its way into your mouth.

“Hmm.” You hummed as she took her finger back, replacing it with her lips. “Natasha.” You sighed against her lips feeling her hand rubbing your cock.

“Don’t you wanna taste me?”

Your eyes fluttered hearing her voice near your ear.

“You’re drooling Y/N.”

You reached up, wiping your mouth.

“Take me Y/N. Take me and make me yours.” She husked before you lifted her up against you kissing her passionately before setting her down on the island.

You pull at her apron, shoving your pants down making your cock spring to life.

“Get inside of me I can take it.” She husks.

You groan feeling her wet cunt.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” She moaned as you pushed yourself through.

You groaned feeling your staff twitch inside of her. You lifted her legs on your shoulder pushing yourself deeper.

“Ohhhh Y/N! Oh daddy that feels so good! You’re so deep inside of me!” Her guttural moans were nearly pornographic. You lean in, taking her lips against yours. “Harder!”

You grunted, speeding up the pace as you thrusted harder and harder.

“Oh daddy right there! You’re so much better than Bruce he doesn’t even compare to you daddy, not even close.”

Her moans turned into wails. You could feel her twitch around you.

“Cum inside of me daddy I wanna feel you explode inside of me!”

You woke up with a gasp. You looked over seeing your wife asleep before noticing the time. It was 4 in the morning and you just came inside your boxers. “Fuck.” You whispered before quietly getting out of bed. You sighed, taking off the sticky shorts before cleaning up. It’s been a long time since you had a wet dream, but it was the absolute best fucking vivid sex dream you’ve ever had.

You furrowed your brows seeing her phone light up. You creeped on her side of the room peeking at her phone.

‘Appointment for tubal ligation reversal’

You gasped she had her tubes tied this whole time. She was clearly lying about being pregnant. I fucking knew it! You inwardly screamed.

You seriously don’t even know where to start with her. She’s a liar and a big one. Now you’re really wondering if it was her that stole your dream away. You look down at her sleeping peacefully and for the very first time ever you wanted to deck your wife in the face. You wouldn’t of course but still the anger and betrayal was beaming at the edges.

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The following morning Quinn woke up and you weren’t there. She figured maybe you were still upset with her and when you noticed her in bed you left. Either way she feels like you’re starting to hate her. She bites her lip feeling like she wants to cry. She can feel herself losing you everyday. It’s like every single move she makes pushes you further and further away. It’s only now that she realizes she has someone that others would kill for.

She got out of bed grabbing her robe and began searching for you. She went to the guest room and the girls rooms and couldn’t find you. She made her way downstairs noticing your running shoes were gone and Ollie was sitting by the door crying. She sighed that was a bad sign. You only run to clear your head especially when you’re extremely stressed out. She knows because you hate cardio. You're more of a lifting weights person you always have been. Plus you skipped breakfast which means you’re running long distance this morning.

When you do come back home you ignore her completely, only speaking to the girls. When she tried to speak to you all you replied was “I really need my space from you today. Please respect that.” Quinn in shock agrees and walks on eggshells every time she’s near you. She has to hand it to you though you do a great job of hiding it from the girls.

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You were thoroughly warned by Wanda this morning who said that there’s tons of kids who get bussed over here, and that you will need a lot of candy. It ended up working out perfectly. Quinn and Brittany are gonna hand out candy while you and Santana take the girls and Arlo trick or treating.

Wanda also mentioned that your house wasn’t as spooky as the others and handed you two boxes of old Halloween decorations including a 10 foot tall skeleton.

You and Santana were fixing up the front of the house when the Latina spoke up.

“Quinn mentioned you two have been fighting a lot lately. That you’re not even speaking to her.”

You sighed she always talks to them about the problems in your marriage. You hate when she drags them in your fights.

“Come on, I won't say anything to her. What happened Y/N I haven’t seen you this upset since she sold your motorcycle.

“I found out she has her tubes tied and lied to me about being pregnant. Really makes me wonder what else she's hiding from me.”

“She lied to you about being pregnant?” Santana said in shock.

“I was offered my dream job and she told me I couldn’t take it because she’s pregnant.”

“What a bitch. I’m sorry, Y/N, I swear I had no idea. What are you going to say to her?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I’m just so upset with her I can’t even look at her.”

“That’s understandable.”

“I wanted to hit her when I found out.” You sighed pausing your motions.

Santana looked taken back.

“You know I wouldn’t but fuck she’s just been so fucking unbearable lately. She embarrassed me at the party the other night. She’s trying to tell me who I can’t hang out with. She’s just so unbearable.”

“I’ll slap her for you, I just need to find the right opening.” Santana cackled.

“Hey can I ask you something?” You say causing Santana’s eyes to soften.

“Of course tonto.” She huffed shoving you back a bit.

“I-I’ve been having sex dreams.”

“Of who me?! Y/N I can’t say I never thought about it, but-“

“What?! No you weirdo you’re like a sister to me. Ugh gross, as if.” You cringed.

“Ass. You should be so lucky. Who is it then?” She rolled her eyes. “I swear if you say B I’m kicking your ass.”

“It’s… it’s Natasha.” You mutter.

Santana’s brows raised as she began smirking. “So Q is on the money you have the hots for your neighbor.”

“What? No, no, Nat is a friend, I just somehow keep-“

“Having hot sexy dreams of her?” Santana taunted you.

“Will you stop it! Ugh, forget I even said anything.” You growled about to walk away when she stopped you.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it. So you’re having sex dreams about Natasha.” Santana shrugged. “She’s hot, it's natural to have those urges towards her.”

“But it just feels so… wrong. She’s a really good friend, and Quinn already has suspicions. I just don’t know how to-“

“How to stop the dreams?”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t; they're just sex dreams Y/N, but if you’re feeling more than just lust for her than that’s when you have a problem. Lusting after her, that's ok it’s natural for you to want to be balls deep inside of a woman like her, but it’s when you start having feelings for her that’s the problem.”

You nod when Natasha walks up.

“Hi Y/N, hey Santana, good seeing you again.” Nat smiles.

“Hey Natasha.” She smirks at you.

“What are you two doing?”

“Wanda told me to hang up more decorations.”

“She’s pretty obsessed with this holiday.” She chuckled.

“Halloween is sort of my thing too ya know. The movies, the pumpkins, and corn mazes.” You smirked.

“So Halloween is your favorite Holiday?” Natasha chuckled.

“Hmhm it’s-“ Suddenly Santana sang along with you. “The best day of the year!”

“Nice!” You gasped and high-fived Santana.

“You know this one used to throw the best ragers around this time.” Santana smirked.

“Oh really?” Natasha smirks looking at you.

You sheepishly shrug.

“Ohhh yeah I remember once the door broke off its hinges. I still don’t know how you fixed it so fast being that drunk, or the time Finn drove his car in your neighbor's pool.” Sanatana chuckled, shaking her head. “Good times.”

“Sounds like you guys were pretty wild.” Natasha smirked.

“Don’t get her started.” You chuckle. “What are your plans for the night?”

“I’m taking Nate and Lila trick or treating while Lena and Kate hand out candy. Clint and Laura always create a haunted house so they’re preoccupied.”

“Oh you should join us.” You smile gesturing to you and Santana.

“Okay sounds great!”

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As soon as you stepped outside with Fin, Santana was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “Okay but did you two talk about costumes?” Santana asked, looking between you and Natasha.

You both looked like you were together as a family. She was clearly Ariel, Lila seemed to be mermaid Barbie, Nate was King Trident, and of course Ollie is Max.

“Nope” You chuckled blushing.

“Natty look!” Finley giggled pointing to hers and Natasha’s costumes.

“Oh you're so cute!” She said taking her in her other arm.

“We’re the same!” Finley giggled. “Under da sea! Under da sea! Papa look!”

“I know.” You chuckled.

“Papa you have to kiss the goirl!” Finley giggled snuggling into Natasha. You blushed and Santana cackled once more.

“Oh my gosh I need photos right now.” Laura squealed as Clint chuckled, covering his mouth to keep from cackling.

Meanwhile inside with Brittany and Quinn

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Quinn growled seeing the whole interaction. “Do you see this shit?”

“They look good together.”

“Britt what the fuck?”

“Sorry, I thought I said that in my head.” Brittany mumbled looking out the window.

“Ugh!” Quinn stomped her foot.

Back outside

“Well are you ready Princess Ariel?”

“I think you need to ask my father King Trident.” She smirked.

“Ahh yes King Trident of the 7 seas. May you and your family accompany me on this Hallows night?” You bowed offering your hand.

“Oh brother.” Santana huffed as Nate giggled.

“Ignore Bellatrix.” You raised your brow.

“I’m clearly Hermione.”

“If you say so.” You muttered leading Ollie down the sidewalk.

“Beth stay close okay!” You shouted as your daughter and Lila ran off with Morgan and Monica.

Every house you all went to commented on how great you all looked together. The block however clearly had no words knowing you both were married to other people.

Natasha on the other hand was on cloud 9. You were constantly cracking jokes and had a back and forth with Santana that had her face hurting from smiling too much.

“Papa!”

“Hmm?”

“Sing Prince Eric's song!”

“Only if I get extra kisses!”

Finley giggled as she kissed your cheeks before saying. “Sing papa sing!”

“What do ya say Ariel?” You raise your brow at Natasha.

She chuckles before clearing her throat before letting out Ariel’s classic singing. “Ahhhhahhhh” Finley playfully joined Natasha in harmonizing. “Ahhhh ahhhhh”

“All I ever wanted was the open sea and sky. Freedom from the life I always knew. Now all I am is haunted. As days and hours roll by. All I ever think about is you.”

Natasha gulped you were her Prince she always wanted. You were her Prince Eric.

“There you are, over me”

Natasha harmonized again this time Santana joining in as she videoed you singing. Bystanders stopped to do the same

“Taking me with your song! To wild uncharted waters, miles beyond the sea I was darkness-bound, I had almost drowned 'Til you came around, and you found me!”

Santana bit her lip; you and Natasha were looking at one another the same way you used to look at Quinn when you sang to her. She knew you were starting to have feelings for the Russian beauty. She couldn’t even blame you especially with the way Quinn has been lately. Lying to you about being pregnant?! She wants to slap the shit out of her for that she’s gonna keep that in her back pocket.

“Now I am on the shoreline, but I'm still lost at sea! In these wild uncharted waters; Come find me again!”

You were going to end it there, but the crowd around you nodded towards you asking for you to keep going. You looked at Natasha and you began again.

“All I do is wonder who you are and where you'll be. In my mind, your melody goes on. Stronger than the undertow the night you rescued me. Silhouetted by the rising dawn.”

You had chills hearing her harmonizing.

“Ohhhhh, over you I cannot get over you! In wild uncharted waters; Beyond where man can see. When your eyes outshine the horizon line! And you're finally real, here beside me! Now I'm right here on the shoreline I'm right where you left me! And your voice is like A siren that guides me! To wild uncharted waters; alone, just you and me! And I hope you're there in the open air! There's no map or compass to guide me, no! Time may change the shoreline! But time will not change meeeeee! If it takes my life I will finally find you again In uncharted waters Come find me againnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

The crowd around you cheered and clapped and you jokingly bowed.

You smiled at Natasha and Finley when a little girl pulled your sleeve.

“Oh hello!” You beamed.

“Prince Eric, can I take a picture with you?” The little girl asked bashfully. You looked up at her mother who mouthed ‘please?’.

“Why of course!” You beamed.

“Ariel, will you take one with us?” She asked.

You, Natasha, little King Trident and Finley stood for a line of photos.

“Thank you Prince Eric thank you Princess Ariel.” They would all say.

“Papa, we're popular.” Finley giggled. “Like aunt Rachel.”

“Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!” You gasped.

Santana chuckled as you all began walking back home. “Almost forgot how great your voice is Y/L/N.”

“You ever miss it?” You ask Santana.

“All the time.” She sighs.

“Me too.” You gave her a side hug.

When it finally came to an end it took a lot of candy to keep Fin from crying and throwing a fit. She wanted to keep going.

“Aww dad come on Morgan and Lila are staying too.” Beth groaned when you said no to her staying the night at Monica’s.

“Beth, you just stayed at Morgan’s. Besides, it's a school night.”

“We all go to the same school," Beth huffs.

You ignored that comment determined to stand your ground.

“Please! I’ll pick up after Ollie and feed him and walk him! I’ll even take the trash out!”

“You mean your chores?” You gasped chuckling as she stomped her foot.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be such a dick-tator.” Santana cackled. “Go ahead mi amore.”

“San-“

“It’s Halloween! Be cool!” She huffed and nodded toward your eldest.

“Yayyyy love you Tia!” Beth took off.

“What am I chopped liver?” You huffed.

“Love you!” She shouted before squealing with her friends.

“Papa me and Ollie love you.” She smiled with chocolate on her face.

Natasha chuckled, wiping her face with a wet wipe.

“Thank you Natty, I love you.” Fin smiled at her.

“I love you too, dorogoy.” Natasha smiled.

“Papa, I wan Natty pwease.”

“She’s holding Nate, squirt.”

“You hold Nate I wan, Natty.”

“Ouch.” You chuckled and Natasha handed you a sleepy King Trident.

Nate whined pulling at his fake beard. You gently took it off laying it against your shoulder. The small boy yawned snuggling into your shoulder. You smiled hearing his soft snores as Fin babbled on to Natasha.

Santana walked next to you giving you a look.

“What’s that look for?” You chuckled and Santana pulled you back a little.

“Y/N, if you’re not happy with Q anymore you can leave her.” She said softly.

“I uh-“

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m just saying no one would be upset with you. You have to think about your own happiness sometimes. You can’t raise kids if you aren’t happy.”

You were completely taken back.

“Just think it over.” Santana nudged you and Natasha turned around.

“Papa come on trick or treat!”

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When you finally made it to your lane Fin threw a fit when it was time to take her home.

“No Papa! Natty!” She cried.

Santana bit her lip as she took her son and Ollie inside your house.

“You’re just sleepy little Ariel.” You whispered, taking her in your arms.

“But don wanna seep.” She cried sleepily.

“When you wake up it’ll be ballet time.” Natasha smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Ballet.” Fin whispered as she began falling asleep on your other shoulder.

“I better take King Trident home.” She smiled, taking him from you.

“I can't wait to have another one.” You chuckled, handing him to Natasha.

“You want a boy?” She smiled at you as you walked her across the street towards the Barton haunted house.

“Yeah don’t get me wrong I love my girls, but I’ve always wanted a son too.”

“Well it’ll happen one day. You’re such a great daddy I just know it’ll happen.” Natasha smiled, speaking softly as to not wake the kids.

You briefly wondered if maybe Quinn would have a boy and a small part of you didn’t want another with her. Not after everything, not after the talk with Santana.

You both are greeted by the Barton’s who are closing shop.

“Hey there’s my little King Trident.” Laura smiled taking him from Natasha.

“Thanks again Nat- or should I say Princess Ariel and Prince Eric?” Clint smirked.

You chuckled, shaking his hand before leading Natasha back across the street.

“You looked amazing as Ariel by the way.” You smile.

“Same to you Prince Eric.” She smiled.

“Goodnight Nat.” You say as you both stand in front of her home.

She opted on not kissing your cheek seeing a certain blonde fuming by the window.

“Goodnight Prince Eric.” She smiled softly before making her way in the house.

You make your way inside right when Santana and Brittany are leaving.

“Bye Prince Eric.” Brittany winked.

“Think over what we discussed.” Santana muttered as she hugged you goodnight.

You looked over at Quinn who stood fuming looking at you with a glare. You rolled your eyes and ascended up the stairs. You could give a shit about what she has to say at this point.

You slept in the guest room again that night.

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You were deep in thought going over Santana's words once again. You were inwardly going over what would happen if you were to leave Quinn.

“Y/N the timer went off like 2 minutes ago.” Quinn huffed from her spot next to Beth. She was helping her with her math homework.

You snapped out of your daze turning down the stove top.

“What is up with you today? You’ve been in your head all day.” She asked.

You ignore her fixing up dinner.

“Y/N?”

“Damn it, Quinn, just not now okay! Can you let me finish dinner? Or am I not allowed to do that either???” You huffed with a roll of your eyes.

Quinn glared at you but before she could say anything back Beth broke the silence.

“Dad.” Beth muttered looking out the window.

“Hm?” You asked as you grabbed plates.

“The neighbors are gathering outside with guns up.” Beth said looking over at you her brows crinkled together.

You saw Steve grab his rifle.

“Whoa what in the- Stay here.” You say sternly before rushing outside.

“What’s going on?” You asked Steve who now had his gear on with Carol and Bucky.

“A couple prison escapees were sighted a block away from here.” Steve speaks as he clips his vest. “Carol is heading south, I'm heading north and Buck will go East.”

“Clint said he’d go west.” Bucky spoke up.

“Y/N, do you have a gun?” Carol asked.

“Yes.” You nodded, picturing where you put it.

“Go grab it you never know.” Carol said, adding her magazine.

‘Natasha’ you thought as you ran inside setting the new system Tony and Scott installed.

“The house is now secure.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke out as your house completely locked down.

“What’s going on dad?” Beth asked; seeing you run inside holding your phone to your ear.

“Y/N?” Quinn furrowed her brows looking up from Beth’s homework. She huffed standing up to follow you upstairs.

“Come on pick up.” You growled before taking a peek at Natasha's window. You hung up, you were just going to run to her place.

Quinn made it to the room just in time to see you lift the wooden board in your closet taking out your gun.

“Quinn, go get the girls, and Ollie then lock yourself in the room!” You say loading your gun.

“What the hell is going on? Why do you have that?!”

“There’s been a prison break and they were spotted near our block. I'm gonna go check on Nat.”

“What?! why?!”

“Because I called her 3 times and she’s not picking up.”

“What about us?” She huffed looking at you like you grew a second head.

“Q, you’re in a state of the art home security system that Tony and Scott set up. You and the girls are safe. I’ll be back, I know the code.” You ran out with Quinn and your daughter shouting your name.

“Natasha?” You say again, cupping your hands to see inside the dark house. Nat usually had her blinds open. Seeing a vase fall you call out again. “Natasha?!”

“Y/N!” She managed to yell, throwing her hand up from the floor behind the sofa.

That was all you needed, you backed up before kicking the door in.

Seeing a man holding her down with a knife and the other tying her up.

“Let her go. Now.” You growled, gripping your gun.

“You’re not gonna shoot me.” One of them laughed.

“You don’t know me, I don’t know you, but I know her. Really wanna try me now?” You arched your brow looking deep into his eyes.

He gulped, dropping the blade slowly lifting his hands up. “The fuck are you doing? Theres two of us and one of them! Get them!” The other inmate snapped before trying to drag Natasha down the hallway.

“Let me go!” She screamed, kicking and grabbing the wall.

“Let her go or I swear I’ll fucking shoot you!” You shouted.

“What are you doing, get off your ass and get them!” He gruffed trying to pull Nat. “Stop moving you little bitch or I’ll make it hurt!”

Natasha swept his legs punching him in the throat but he grabbed his knife.

You stopped thinking and shot him in the back.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh fuck!” He cried out landing with a thud. “I can’t feel anything! You crazy mother fucker you shot me!”

“Nat come here!” She rushed behind you.

The other guy panicked not knowing what to do.

“Get down on the fucking ground!” You shouted.

“Please don’t shoot me, I'm sorry!” He cried getting on the ground with his hands behind his head.

“I should fucking kill you for what you did to her!” You shouted.

“Y/N no!” She pleaded.

“No wait please, I'm sorry!” He cried.

“You’re sorry! You were gonna hurt her and attack me, but you’re sorry? I should just fucking kill you now.”

“Y/N?” Natasha said softly now behind you softly touching your arm.

“They would have hurt you.”

“Y/N, please.” Natasha pleaded.

“Y/N?” Steve called out.

“What?” You huffed, still pointing the barrel at his head.

“I got it from here.” He said softly. “It’s okay bud you did good.”

You nodded as he cuffed him. You placed the safety on the gun tucking it behind your back.

Natasha tackled you with a hug.

“Did he? Did they?” Your eyes are wild and brimming with unshed tears at the thought of anyone hurting her. You push her hair back looking her over pushing her hair back she was bleeding.

“No, no.” She shook her head feeling your hands gripping her waist as she places a hand on your chest and the other against you cheek. “I swear detka, just a few scratches, they hit me on the back of the head.”

Searching her eyes for the truth. She kissed your cheek bringing you back in a hug and you kissed her temple. Holding her close against you as you sighed in relief.

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“You’re lucky your spouse came home when they did.” One of the officers sighed after taking her statement.

“Oh I’m not-“ you cleared your throat. “I’m just the neighbor.”

Natasha’s still silent; you wondered if she heard that or if she’s just in shock.

‘I’m in love with Y/N.’ She thought to herself. ‘Y/N saved me. They’re always there for me. I’ve completely fallen in love with someone in a marriage.’

“Oh excuse me I just saw you holding her and then the rings and well I assumed.” He chuckled.

Soon a car came to a screeching halt behind the police barricade. It was him, it was Bruce. You noticed a brunette getting out of the passenger side.

“Sir I’m gonna have to ask you to get behind the barricade.” The officer who thought you were Natasha’s wife gruffed.

“I’m her husband. I live here!” He shouted.

“Not again Arnold.” You hear him mutter. “Let him through.” He sighed.

“I came as soon as I heard!” He shouted running toward her. The moment he brought her in his arms she snapped out of her state. Shoving him away harshly.

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed, getting everyone’s attention. She quickly backed away, colliding into you. You wrapped your arms around her feeling her tense.

“Hey, hey easy it’s just me.” You said softly as she turned in your arms.

“Natasha, it's me, Bruce, your husband.” He spoke softly and tried reaching out again but she buried her face in your neck.

“Y/N!” She cried; everything was hitting her at once. She was trembling in your arms.

“It’s okay, I know. It’s okay.” You whispered, holding her tightly as she began breaking down. She breathed in harshly before crying again.

An EMT came by speaking softly as she could. “You’re in shock. You’re having a panic attack. Come with me I can help settle you down a bit.”

The EMT knew the redhead wasn’t listening so she spoke with you. “Can you help bring her to the truck?”

You nodded wordlessly. Slowly scooping her up in your arms. Walking her to the ambulance. “You gotta let go.” You whispered trying to set her down.

She shook her head still shaking.

Another car came to a screeching halt. Out came a familiar blonde.

“Сестра!” She shouted. “Сестра, Где ты?!”

You raised your hand seeing Natasha’s head pop up at the voice.

She easily evaded the police barricade stopping in front of you both.

“It’s okay, she's fine. They’re sister’s.” Arnie sighed, already knowing the two were sisters.

You felt Natasha let you go and hug her sister.

You looked up seeing your wife standing next to Christine, arms crossed. A look on her face you can’t place.

Knowing Nat was okay you walked away only to have Yelena take your hand.

“Thank you for being there for her.” Yelena sniffled.

You just gave a small smile and squeezed her hand before walking back towards your wife.

You kissed her still lips before taking her in your arms holding her tight. You waited for her to hold you back, but it never came.

“Qui-“

“Thank you for taking care of her.” Bruce said, taking your hand; interrupting you and Quinn.

“Well maybe if you had been there you could have done it.” You snapped.

“Y/N.” Quinn gasped.

“No!” You whipped your head at your wife before looking at the nerd in front of you. “She could have seriously gotten hurt and where were you? Let me guess holed up with your side piece right?” You laughed gesturing to the brunette behind him. “Couldn't you leave her to take care of your wife?”

“Y/N stop it!” Quinn grit.

Now the entire block was standing behind you.

“Well I was working. I’m actually working on-“

“A breakthrough?” You questioned tilting your head stepping towards him only for him to take a step back colliding into his car. “You’ve been saying that for how long now?”

“Too fucking long!” Carol shouted.

“Tony back me up here.” Bruce chuckled awkwardly.

“No. You need to tell her the truth now.” Tony glares. “You said you were gonna tell her it’s been 2 months.”

Bruce sighed.

“Tell me what?” Natasha questions from the ambulance.

“Nothing!” Bruce shouts quickly with a nervous smile.

“Bullshit it’s nothing.” You grabbed him by his blazer shoving him back into the car. “Tell her the truth now!” You yelled. Quinn tried to pry your arm off of him but you shoved her back. “Say it!”

“I’ve been cheating on her with Betty!” He gasped covering his mouth looking over at Betty who merely shrugged.

“Say it to her you idiot.” You gruffed, shoving him towards the redhead.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Quinn snapped, grabbing your arm.

“Him!” You yelled pointing at Bruce who was trying to run away from Yelena.

“That has nothing to do with you.” Quinn huffed.

“Natasha is my friend-“

“Y/N you shoved me.” She quirks her brow.

You sighed, rubbing your head. “I’m sorry I shoved you, but you weren’t there! You didn’t see those animals on her! They would have hurt her!”

“You’re right I didn’t because I was busy taking care of myself and the girls.” She snapped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snapped.

“You left us! You left your family for our neighbor! How do you not see what’s wrong with that?”

“You’re making it sound like I chose her over you. That’s not what happened. What happened was I acted fast, got you and the girls in lockdown. I told you when I didn't hear from Nat, I knew something was wrong, I can’t just ignore that. I will not!”

There was so much going on Natasha didn’t know what to focus on. She had almost been SA’ed. Her fake husband just admitted to his infidelity. The neighbors were now whispering and worse. You and Quinn were arguing about her. Right in front of everyone.

“Y/N, I am your wife. Me. I am the one who gave birth at 16 because you knocked me up! I’m the one who took the stretch marks and the constant feeding. I’m the one who works.”

“Wow…” you muttered looking away from her, noticing Val and Thor trying to get the rest of the block to leave. “I’m gonna go give my statement then we’ll talk about this in the morning. I can’t even look at you. You’re so fucking selfish.”

With that you walked away leaving a bristled Quinn behind. Quinn looked at Christine who gave her a brief side hug before walking back to her house.

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After your statement; the police and first responders made their leave. You’re not too sure what happened with Bruce but the scientist was nowhere in sight.

Yelena walked up leaving her sister on the porch. “She doesn’t want to stay in her house. Do you mind if we stay with you tonight until we can get the place secured and cleaned up?”

“Of course not. Come on.” You say walking towards the redhead. “Hey gingerbread-“ you feel her fall in your arms. Without another word you scoop her up and walk over to your home. Yelena opens the door and you begin going up the steps towards your guest room. You gently push the door open as Yelena turns the light on. You gently set her on the bed.

“Should I get you two some pajamas?”

“Thank you, Y/N, I brought some clothes so I think we’re good.”

“Don’t go.” Natasha whispered, taking your hand.

“I have to go change and talk to Quinn.” You respond.

“Please stay.” She shook her head holding onto your hand laying back down with Yelena right behind her holding her tight.

“Okay.” You whispered, shoving your pants off revealing your boxers and leaving your shirt on.

You laid down and she curled into you with Yelena curled into her.

“Y/N I have to tell you something.” She said softly, hearing Yelena already snoring away.

“What’s wrong?”

“...I lied to you… about Bruce.”

“What about him?”

“We’re married but… not really. He married me to make his ex jealous, and I married him for a green card.”

“Oh.” You say with a nod.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn't tell you. I should have told you a while back. I don't know why I didn’t. I knew you wouldn’t tell anyone. I guess I just-“

“Hey… it’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course to be honest I feel like an idiot now the way I yelled at him in front of everyone-“

“No one knows but you, the Barton’s, and the Maximoffs. I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have told you.”

“Water under the bridge-“

“Might want to hold on to those words because I have something else to tell you a couple things actually.” She muttered. “You might hate me after this.”

“Hey I promise that will not happen. Now what’s wrong?” You ask softly.

“I don’t know how to say this but after tonight I have to. You deserve to know these things. Just promise me you hate. Promise me you won’t stop talking to me.”

“I promise. You can tell me anything.”

“Back on football day Tony told me to tell you something important.”

“Why doesn’t he just tell me?” You furrowed your brow.

“Because he’s too chicken shit.” She huffed sitting up next to you.

“Okay.”

“Y/N, he told me you were accepted into MIT. In fact he said you had a full ride, but that someone turned down your scholarship. He doesn’t know who, but it’s true.”

“Wait… what?” You rubbed your eyes and head unable to process the information.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” She whispered. “I know you really wanted to follow in your fathers footsteps.”

“I was accepted?” you sighed really wanting to cry. Your whole life you just thought you weren’t good enough. You remember seeing the disappointment in your fathers eyes when you told him you were denied. You remember feeling broken hearted. Now you’re racking your brain trying to remember anything that could pinpoint who it was.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You hum still in thought.

“There’s one more thing… Do you remember your birthday night?”

You gulp turning to look at her. Your heart was thumping out of your chest. You settle for a nod afraid of speaking at all at this point.

“When you went back outside Rachel stopped me.”

You furrow your brows and nod asking her to continue.

“Y/N she does like Quinn she outright told me. She wanted me to… Well she wanted me to help her break the two of you apart.”

“That little evil hobbit.” You growled. “I knew it, I knew Rachel is a snake.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” She whispers.

“Don’t be; I’m the idiot.”

“No you’re not. You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing Y/N. Some people are just not good.”

You try to get out of bed.

“Wait where are you going?” she asks, holding your arm.

“I need to take a walk. There's so much going on I can’t-”

“Y/N I am begging you right now please don’t go. Please. I- I need you here with me. I don’t feel safe with out you.”

You nod taking her in your arms when you see tears forming in her eyes. “Shhhh, shh, it's okay go to sleep I’ll be right here with you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You say softly laying down with her shaking in your arms. You squeeze her tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be right here.”

Natasha nods and sighs in relief. Relief that the secrets she was holding are finally out. Though her body is still stuck in fight or flight mode you seem to be calming her right down and you have to admit after those truth bombs she was keeping you level headed. Though you didn’t sleep that night it was nice to hear her breathing.

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You got up early; quietly putting your pants back on before stepping out the door. You walked into your shared bedroom grabbing a fresh set of clothes.

“Where have you been?” Quinn asked, sitting up.

“Downstairs.” You lied putting your clothes on.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I was out of line last night. I shouldn’t have been upset with you saving her. She would have been hurt or worse and I was being selfish.”

You felt taken back hearing her apologize. You didn’t say a word instead opting for a nod.

“I’m going to go and grab us breakfast from that place you love.” The blonde stood pecking your cheek before heading into the bathroom.

Soon she was out quickly putting on her yoga pants and shirt. “I’ll be back soon.” She smiled before stepping out. You watched her pull out of the driveway when you heard the guest door open.

“Hey.”

You turned to see Natasha.

“Morning.” You give her a small smile.

“Thank you for everything.” She said softly walking over to hug you.

“Of course.”

“I’m going to Lena’s place for a few days. Tony said his crew is working on my house so that makes me feel better.”

You nodded not wanting to push her to talk about it.

“Thanks again Y/N, and thank you for saving my sister.” Yelena spoke while walking up next to her sister.

“Of course.” You say again as she brought you in a big hug squeezing you tight before letting go.

“We’re totally going to get some breakfast. Want to join us? We’ll probably just take it to my place.” Yelena smiled.

“Thanks Yelena but Quinn left for breakfast so I’m good maybe next time.”

She nodded before looking over at Natasha. “Ready?”

She nodded. “Thank you, again Y/N.”

“No need to thank me.” You finally say as she hugs you she inhales deeply as you nuzzle her head breathing her in.

She smiles up at you and follows her younger sister out the door.

You yawned finally feeling sleepy as you watched her leave.

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(This part was originally called Talking in Your Sleep by Rogue Wave I highly suggest to play it while reading this next part)

The next few days you were sleepless and all around depressed. You hadn’t been this helpless since Finn passed away. Quinn was being overly nice and waiting on your hand and foot. You couldn’t help but miss your neighbor. You had sex dreams of her every night. You texted her a few times to check in and see how she was doing. You learned she made it back home last night. You even asked her if she wanted you to go over and stay with her, but she insisted she needed to be alone. She needed to overcome her fear.

Quinn had gotten home late in the morning hours the end of her quarter went off without a hitch and now she has more time to be with you. She jumps in the shower eager to lay with you before you wake up.

When she finished showering she noticed the tent you were pitching. “Like clockwork.” Quinn smirked a quiet giggle escaping her breath as she uncovered you. She hummed seeing you in nothing but your boxers. You two haven’t had sex since Thor's party and she figured since she’s been a nice and doting wife she can wake you up in the best way possible.

“Nat?” You call out stopping her from opening her door. She turned around and you went up the steps.

“What’s wrong?” She smiled.

You bring your hands up to caress her cheeks looking into her eyes doing everything you can to convey how worthy she is. “You are the most beautiful, sexiest, most amazing, sweet, kind woman I have ever met. Let me show you how beautiful you are.” With that you brought her in a kiss, one that she eagerly responded back with just as much vigor.

The redhead moaned, feeling your hand on her waist and the other threaded through her tresses.

Soon you were both stumbling into her house stripping one another as you made your way to the sofa. She sat you down straddling you.

Quinn after warming herself up on your dick she slowly let you enter her. “Fuck Y/N.” She smiled closing her eyes feeling you fill her up.

You felt Natasha lift your member, closing her eyes as she sat down on your cock. “Y/N.” She sighed adjusting to your girth.

“Natasha.” You breathed out seeing her look down at you her nose nuzzling yours before she-

Suddenly you were woken up by water to the face. You gasped sitting up falling out of bed. Looking up to see a raging Quinn holding a large cup of water.

“Quinn what the hell?!” You shouted angrily seeing her place the cup down before quickly changing into jeans and a shirt.

“You’re cheating on me?!”

“What?!” You sputtered. “Where is this coming from?! You just woke me up in a shitty way Quinn!” You shouted thoroughly pissed off.

“Tell me why I’m trying to wake you up in the best way possible and you utter the neighbors fucking name.” She growled shoving her shoes as she started descending down stairs.

“Quinn!” You shouted hearing the front door whip open.

“Quinn stop!” You yelled running after her drenched in water in nothing but your boxers.

Steve who was mowing his lawn tilted his head seeing your wife pounding on Natasha’s door.

Bless her heart Natasha opened it still seemingly sleepy.

“Quinn? What’s going on?” She rasps.

“You lying little home wrecker!” Quinn towered over her, pointing her finger in her chest.

“Excuse me?” Natasha sputters in disbelief pulling her kimono closer pushing Quinn’s finger away.

“Oh cut the shit Romanoff, I know you want my wife. It doesn’t take a fool to see how desperate you are for her. So how long has it been going on?”

“Quinn!” You shouted running up the stairs. “Quinn stop it! You’re acting like a fucking psychopath!” You growled.

“No, tell me!” She yelled at both of you.

“I’m so confused. Tell you what? And why are you calling me a homewrecker?”

“Tell me why my partner called out your name while I was fucking them?!”

“Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God this isn’t happening.” You muttered holding your head.

“Wha… What did you say?” Natasha shakes her head furrowing her brows. Were you thinking of her the way she’s been thinking about you? Did you secretly want her as much as she wants you?

“Okay since you’re too dumb to understand I’ll say it again-“

“Don’t call me dumb Quinn.” Natasha kinked her brow standing her ground.

“Then why are you acting like it?!”

“I’ve only just woken up to you pounding on my door calling me a homewrecker. I have no idea what you are asking me when you take this tone with me Fabray.”

“It’s Mrs. Y/L/N to you Romanoff.” Quinn said, taking another step up towering over the redhead. “How long have you been fucking Y/N?”

“Y/N and I are friends Quinn. They would never do anything to hurt you like that. You should know that already.”

“Fuck you; telling me to trust Y/N. How can I trust them when they’re calling out your name in our bed?”

It was silent as she looked at you with an unknown expression.

“Quinn, I was asleep it wasn’t like that-“

“Don’t do that.” She snapped pointing at you. “You think I’m dumb? I’m riding you and you call out another woman’s name? What the fuck else are you two hiding? Are you even in a marriage with Natasha?”

“No, actually we’re getting a divorce.”

“You two have a thing together and I’m fucking sick of it. You’re done. You’re done being around my partner, and my kids. Leave my family alone.”

Your eyes darkened and you stepped between the two women. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“Is everything okay here?” Steve walked up handing you a robe.

“Thanks Steve.” You mutter placing it on.

“No, it’s not actually. You cheated on your wife and that energy got on Y/N.”

“I came out Quinn. I think the cheater here is you.” He crossed his arms.

“Wait what?” You furrowed your brow.

“Excuse me?” Quinn raised her brow.

“I was the one that saw you that night at Y/N’s party. I’ve been waiting patiently for you to confess, but I guess I’m gonna have to do it for you because Y/N deserves to know.”

“Steve, what are you talking about?” You furrowed your brows.

“Nothing! He’s obviously crazy.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry to tell you this it should have come from your wife. The night of your birthday I caught Quinn making out with Rachel. Pretty heavily.”

“You cheated on me with Berry?” You asked, furrowing your brows in shock.

“No!” She huffed. “I would never-“

“Quinn.” Steve glared.

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Y/N she’s into you this is why they’re lying!”

Natasha ignored the blonde and continued. “Y/N, Steve, is not a liar. If anything this lines up with what I told you Rachel said to me that night.”

“Oh please, you're lying. Y/N they are lying to you!” Quinn laughed.

“You’re the liar Quinn.” You said eyes brimming with tears. “You lied about being pregnant.” Quinn’s eyes were wide with shock. “Yeah I know you tied your tubes. You lied about Berry, and you fucking stole my chance to go to MIT. I know it was you! I knew you were bitch going into this relationship. I just never thought you would go this low not, with me.”

“Y/N, baby, I swear I didn’t-“ Quinn had tears forming in her eyes. “Okay, I lied about the baby, and I did- I did kiss Rachel, but I didn’t steal your dream away I swear it wasn’t me.” She sobbed, she tried to take your hand and you snatched it away. “I wouldn’t do that to you Y/N!”

“Fuck you!” You shouted. “Quinn, you're a liar and a cheat! I'm done with you! I want you out of the house. I can’t even look at you right now. We’re getting a divorce.”

“No please Y/N! Please don’t do this. I'm begging you to come back with me. We'll talk about it. I promise you we’ll figure this out together! Please!” She sobbed as you shook your head.

Natasha opened her door further letting you and Steve in the house.

“Natasha please that is my wife, my husband, my partner I’m begging you-“

“You’ve done enough.” Natasha snapped slamming the door in Quinn’s face.

“Oh my God.” Quinn inhaled trying not to have a panic attack. She turned to see some of the neighbors outside staring at her.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.” Wanda called out as Quinn walked home.

Meanwhile inside the Romanoff residence you were having a panic attack.

“It’s okay bud inhale 1, 2, 3, 4 hold 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 exhale 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 repeat.” Steve was used to calming down panic attacks because of Bucky. After losing his arm he suffered from severe PTSD for a long time. “There you go now tell me what’s one thing you can see, smell, hear, and touch?”

“Um the photo of Nat and Yelena when they were kids, I can smell Nat’s home musk, I can hear her grabbing me a cup of water, and I can feel the fluffy carpet beneath my feet.”

“There we go.” Steve smiled, feeling your pulse instantly dropping.

“Did you really see them?” Your voice cracked.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I should have told you sooner I was hoping she would confess.”

Natasha laid a cool hand towel on your forehead handing you a glass of water. “I’m sorry detka.” Natasha whispered, laying her hand on the center of your back. She didn’t know this yet but that hand placement always made you feel better. You leaned into her and began crying feeling her wrap her arms around you, rocking you. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way Y/N.” Steve felt his heart break for you.

You cried a little harder and Natasha turned her head towards him. “I got this Steve if you wanna…”

He nodded, taking the hint. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.” He stood feeling terrible as he made his way out the door.

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You woke up a few hours later practically on top of Natasha.

“Hi.” She whispered, pushing your hair back. “How are you feeling?”

You groaned sitting up.

“So my shot at MIT was stolen, she lied to me about being pregnant, a long time frenemy has been trying to break us up, and kissed my wife. Am I missing anything else?” You rubbed your face letting it all really sink in.

You groaned remembering Quinn embarrassed you about calling out Natasha’s name in bed.

“Y/N.” Natasha sighed you haven’t looked at her.

“Yeah?” You cleared your throat.

“So you had a sex dream about me!” She exclaimed, causing you to groan in embarrassment. “It’s not a big deal I’ve dreamt about you.”

“What?” This caught your attention. Your head almost got whiplash with how fast you turned.

“Oh my God, you’re terrible. Yes Y/N I have had sex dreams about you.”

“Dreams; plural; as in more than one?”

Natasha, realizing her mistake, rolls her eyes and shrugs. “Yes.”

“Oh.” You say suddenly very aware of your proximity.

“So now will you look me in the eye?”

You slowly met her gaze she dreamt about you fucking her… more than once! Maybe Quinn was right, maybe she is into you and maybe you’re into her too. You’re on unfamiliar ground. You’ve only ever been with Quinn.

“I’m sorry for being so weird about it. I just- I’ve never dreamt about a friend before.”

“Come on, you need to eat something. I know you love omelets. Want me to make you your favorite?”

You nod in surprise.

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“Okay we’re here- why the hell does your face look like a puffy marshmallow?” Santana grimaced.

“Quinn what’s wrong?” Brittany furrowed her brows

“I- I fucked up.” Quinn began crying.

“What the hell did you do, Fabray?”

“I cheated on Y/N.” She sobbed.

Santana sighed, she hates to say she saw this coming, call it her Latin 3rd eye, but she knew something has been off ever since your birthday.

“Quinn!” Brittany gasped.

“What the actual fuck Fabray?!” Santana huffed standing back up so she wouldn't slap the life out of Quinn. “Who, when, where, and how many times?”

“It was one time and we didn’t even have sex we- we made out.”

“It was with Berry wasn’t it?” Brittany muttered.

Quinn nodded.

“Wow. You’re a dumb bitch for that Fabray. Y/N gave you everything and this is how you repay them?”

“What do I do?” Quinn sobbed.

“Well you’re gonna give Y/N space and if they decide to leave and divorce you then I highly suggest you do it if you have any respect for Y/N.

“I can’t just let Y/N go. I can’t, I love Y/N.” Quinn sniffles.

“You have a really funny way of showing it.” Santana scoffs. You kissed faked a pregnancy, treat them like crap, kissed a troll, and stole Y/N’s chance at MIT.”

“It wasn’t me.” She cried.

“Then who was it?” Santana asked. “Bitch, you’re already fucked might as well be honest now.”

Quinn gulped for uttering the words. “My mother.”

A/N: like, comment & reblog please I spent a long time on this chapter 🫠

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A Very Quiet Life: Chapter 2

A/N: This is part 2 of the AU Series where Elvis is your (sexy and sweet) next door neighbor in around 1968ish.

Here is the link to Chapter 1.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI this one is a little sexy. Not quite smutty, but minors should still look away. Mentions of an erection and references to oral sex (m receiving). Also the reader is a widow, so that needs mentioning. Again, the smut is coming, I promise 😉

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You haven't felt this alive in years.

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Several days later, you're taking the trash to the curb for the first time and struggling since it's full of boxes from the move. It's heavy and the pavement is uneven. Just as you lose your footing and almost hit the ground, you feel strong arms catch you from behind.

"I got you." His deep voice and southern accent are unmistakable, even if you didn't already recognize his scent. He stands you back up and takes the trash can from you, rolling it down to the curb for you.

"Thanks. I thought I had it." He smiles and shakes his head.

"Miss Independent." You smile a little in return, wondering if he remembers kissing you. You wish you weren't outside, so he could do it again. Just then, Michael steps out of the house and hollers across the yard.

"Moooooom, Jane won't let me have a popsicle!" You turn back to Elvis, ready to excuse yourself.

"Sorry, I have to--"

"I love popsicles. Mind if I join?" He cuts you off and smiles warmly. Even if you wanted to tell him no, you couldn't when he's looking at you like that.

"Sure, come on." You head back up to the house together and his hand accidentally brushes up against yours as you walk. At least, you think it was an accident. Either way, it sends sparks all the way up your spine. When you get to the house, he holds his hand up for Michael to give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.

"Ouch, kiddo! You're strong!" He laughs and shakes his hand like he's in pain. Michael giggles and runs back into the house. You follow him in and head to the freezer to grab a popsicle for each of you. When you come back into the kitchen, you find Elvis in a deep conversation with Jane about something at school. It's precious how attentive he is while she talks. He has his chin resting on his hand and he nods when it's appropriate.

He's so good with your kids.

You hand out the popsicles and the kids become distracted by the sugary treats. They take them out on the back porch, so they won't drip on the floor. You and Elvis sit down at the table to eat your popsicles in peace, watching the kids through the sliding glass door. You talk about nothing in particular. He seems to be trying to act like the kiss never happened. Somewhere inside you that stings, but you know why he's avoiding it. He's married.

At one point, your popsicle starts melting towards you hand, so you lick up the side of it and suck on the tip a little. He watches you with his mouth hanging open. Is he...? Then he clears his throat and looks back out at the kids. You blush. You weren't intentionally being suggestive with the popsicle. Or were you? You consider putting the whole thing in your mouth while he watches, but that would just be too much. What the hell is wrong with you? You weren't even this sensual when you were married. And now here you are thinking about going down on a popsicle in front of your neighbor's husband. Something about that thought makes you laugh and he turns and looks at you with an amused smile.

"What's got you giggling?" You feel your cheeks get hot and you know your blush must be visible at this point.

"N-nothing." You stutter, but you can't seem to stop laughing. As he's watching you laugh, his popsicle slides off the stick and lands on the floor at his feet.

"Oh no!" You keep laughing, but you tell him the paper towels are right behind him. He goes to stand up, looks down at himself and laughs nervously.

"Can you, um, can you get them for me?" It takes you a second to catch on that he can't stand up right now. Or rather, he doesn't want to in front of you. He clears his throat again while you jump up and grab the paper towels. When you go to clean the mess, you realize it's going to put you between his legs. You try to innocently bend down but you lose your balance and end up grabbing his knee to steady yourself. Completely unintentionally, you find yourself face to face with his very obvious erection.

"Oh!" You say breathily. You feel your arousal start to form and you look up at him from your position between his legs. He moves quickly to try to cover himself, but it's too late. You immediately stand up, but you're still between his legs, so you end up with your boobs at eye level for him. He starts laughing.

"Well, this is not going to help my situation." You want to scream from embarrassment, but he reaches out slowly and puts his hands on your hips. Electricity erupts all over you when you feel how strong his hands are on you. You're filled with the sudden urge to get back down on your knees and treat him like a popsicle, but he suddenly pulls his hands back as you hear the sliding glass door open on the other side of the table. You hastily take three steps backwards and he crosses his legs. The kids run in arguing about whether they should have another popsicle.

"Mr. Presley, should we have another popsicle?" Michael asks in a whiny voice.

"I'm not sure I'd survive another one." He looks at you slyly. "Too much sugar."

Jane chimes in, "Seeeee, even Mr. Presley says no. It'll ruin our dinner."

You hear him say under his breath, "It'll ruin somethin'..." before he gives you another smile. He finally is able to stand up, so he does just that and says he needs to go home to his own dinner. The kids whine and beg him to stay, but he insists that he can't tonight.

"Maybe another time, if your mom says it's okay." He looks to you hopefully, but after that whole debacle, you're not sure it's a good idea.

"We'll see. Goodbye Mr. Presley." The kids wave and run off to play.

"Elvis. You can definitely use my first name now." He says softly. He blushes a little as you walk him to the front door. Right before he walks out, he leans in and kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear, "I didn't forget about the kiss. I won't forget about this either, unless you want me to." When he pulls back, he winks and walks through the door. You close it behind him and lean up against it, shaking like a leaf.

You asked for a new adventure. You should be careful what you wish for.

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Keep an eye out for Chapter 3!

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farvann · 2 months

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what are the main trios home lives like? do the masks in the art in your background photo symbolize Lila’s attitude towards connor and Vincent or their attitude towards Lila? What’s the monster-human relationship like? Or is Lila not human?

Lila lives her father. Her mother is estranged and her older brother has been away for awhile doing his own thing but he calls and visit occasionally. Her father is a master of hand to hand combat and has trained Lila in many different pratices (tae kwon do, martial arts, etc) so she’s strong and able to defend herself against anyone or anything. He worries and cares about her deeply but she barely has a social life because of it.

Vincent has two dotting snake mother who love him deeply and baby him a little. He’s never left his angsty teen phase and is always embarrassed by them in a “Moooooom stoooOOP” kinda way. They’re the type to whip out the baby pictures minutes into coming over. His older brother constantly in trouble as his main source of income is in shadow market potion dealing. He picks on Vincent constantly but he wouldn’t let anyone else pick on him. He’s also a gorgon like one of Vincent’s mom’s.

Connor has a very nice home life, the closest thing you can get too a suburban family if they were all blood thirsty monsters. He’s an only child and has two loving parents that want the best for him. Unfortunately he’s been homeschooled most of his life due to his lack of control over his true form so he’s a bit sheltered and it definitely didn’t help his social anxiety. They love him dearly but worry and maybe even scared of what he’s capable of.

Can’t answer those last two questions just yet BUT the drawing in my header is from an old amv I started 4 yrs ago but never finished.

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Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed headcanons-TLG spinoff edition

Like I said, they’re both comic reliefs and advisors to Jasiri’s clan

They and the rest of the clan (or what’s left of them) have gone back to the Elephant Graveyard, although they sometimes visit the Volcano

They, for the most part, honestly haven’t changed since the events of TLK. They’re still the same hyenas we know and love, albeit they now respect the circle of life

Shenzi loves Jasiri. She reminds her of herself when she was younger, not to mention she knows both the Outlands and Janja are in good paws

Like any good parents, Shenzi and Banzai have become really protective of Janja since they haven’t seen him since he was a cub. They took Jasiri aside and were like “If you break our baby’s heart, we’ll break your spine”

Ed continues to surprise everybody except Shenzi and Banzai in one way or another. Like he can be shown understanding Neema or Nyeusi’s noises

The three are very doting to not only Janja and Cheezi, but to the entire hyena clan too. They especially love Wema and Tunu. They think the twins are the cutest things they’ve ever seen

The three sometimes embarrass Janja by telling Jasiri and the other Outlanders childhood stories. Jasiri thinks it’s hilarious, Janja does not

Shenzi and Reirei have a really really petty rivalry. Reirei’s always trying to one-up Shenzi and Shenzi just keeps wearing her down, which pisses her off even more. Shenzi does a little trolling

Goigoi doesn’t really have an issue with Banzai. He’s kinda scared of him, actually

Shenzi is constantly asking for grandcubs and every time Janja responds with a “Moooooom!”

They are FILLED with stories to tell. Ask them about anything and they’ll have a story about it

The entire clan are BEASTS at fighting. They’re not just retired hunters or whatever they’ll still kick your ass. Badass grandparents right there

#yeah i didn’t forget about shenzi’s clan #at all #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

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Brownie Points

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So I was going through my WIP and I have SO many unfinished Dad!Will fics and revisited some. This one is a fun one that I'm happy I got to finish. Not beta'd.

Rating: G

Word Count: 915

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader

Plot: Will tries to bribe Lucy to fix his chocolate craving.

Contains: banter, humor, mentions of health issues

"Moooooom! Dad's doing it again!"

"Really? This is how you do me? After all the times I've covered for you?"

"It's called tough love, dad,” Lucy tells him. “I don’t want you to die!”

“Whoa, whoa, who said I’m gonna die? Did your mom tell you that— hey! Did you tell Lucy I’m gonna die if I have a brownie?” Will shifts his attention to you when you walk into the kitchen.

“No! Even if that was true, I wouldn’t tell her you're dying,” you reply before grabbing the tray of freshly baked brownies to hide. “These are for her school fundraiser. Stop stealing them! You’re not supposed to have sugar anyways,” you remind him.

"You are baking another tray in the oven right now. They're not gonna know one piece is missing!" Will retorts.

“Mom, you wouldn’t tell me if you knew dad was dying?!” Lucy asks, incredulously.

“Well, maybe not right away,” you shrug.

“I’m NOT dying!” Will declares. “Just an acute blood pressure issue, okay? And this whole conversation isn't helping either.”

“WebMD says so right here that death is a possibility from hypertension if you don’t take care of yourself.” Lucy turns her phone around to show Will.

“Everything results in death on WebMD. Don’t rely on that. Take all of that with a grain of salt,” Will says, then goes to the fridge to see what he can snack on.

“Speaking of salt, you can’t have any of that either,” Lucy reminds him.

“If I don’t eat, I’ll die of starvation anyways,” he shoots back.

"Have an apple, Crankypants," you suggest after hiding the brownies.

"I had one already," he mumbles.

After you leave the kitchen, Will lets out a heavy sigh and shuts the refrigerator door, not finding anything appealing to him. He looks over to Lucy who is on her phone. He suspiciously makes his way towards her.

"Whatcha doin', Moosey?" Will asks, pulling out the dining chair next to her and plopping down. "Not still on WebMD, are you?"

"Nah, I'm texting Liz," she replies, her eyes still glued to her phone.

"You know where we haven't been in a while? Astrid's," he says to her.

Lucy glances up from her phone to glare at him.

"Dad--"

"Look kid, I'll give you twenty bucks." He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. "You can get yourself a couple of cookies if you get me a brownie."

"Daddy," Lucy huffs, putting her phone down. "You know you're not supposed to--"

"Okay fine, I'll settle for anything with chocolate in it," he cuts in, handing her the twenty dollar bill.

"I'm telling mom--"

"Here's another twenty for your troubles," he pulls another twenty dollar bill from his wallet and offers it to her.

"You think you can bribe me?" Lucy scoffs. "I'm insulted."

"If I promise you that car you've been annoying the crap out of me about, would that be worth it?" Will asks.

Lucy stares at him for a moment, wondering if he's bluffing.

"You don't have that kind of money, dad, but nice try." She rolls her eyes and goes back to her phone.

Will leans in closer to her.

"What if I told you I already put the down payment on it and plan on giving it to you as a graduation present?"

Lucy looks back at him with the widest he's ever seen her eyes grow. Not since the last time she believed in Santa Claus and was so excited for him to drop off gifts for her.

"No way!"

"Shh," Will shushes her as he looks around to make sure you're nowhere in sight.

"Wait, if you got it for me already, what do I gain if I get your stupid brownie?" Lucy asks as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I can still return the car," Will replies. "Or give it to your mom instead. Our anniversary's coming up," he shrugs.

"What if I tell mom you're trying to bribe me with a car?" Lucy narrows her eyes at him.

“Come on, you’re killing me, Luce!”

"No, your lifestyle is," she corrects him.

"$50. Last chance," Will digs through his wallet to pull out a ten dollar bill.

Lucy looks Will down for a few moments, considering his offer until the kitchen timer interrupts their staring contest.

"Okay, fine." Lucy snatches the cash from his hand.

Just as you walk into the kitchen, Lucy gets up from her seat.

"I'm going out, mom!"

"Where are you going?" you ask as you pull the fresh tray of brownies out of the oven.

"Going to hang out with Liz and Katie. Don't wait for me for dinner," she answers.

"Do you need money?" you ask.

"Nope, I'm good. Dad got me," she smiles.

"What time are you going to be home?" Will asks quickly.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "Liz is outside. Bye, mom!"

Lucy gives you a kiss and hug then turns to Will.

"Bye, dad," she gives him a hug and kiss as well. "Enjoy the brownies!"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Will asks, pretending to be clueless.

"I knew it wasn't going to be fair to you so I made a small tray of sugar-less brownies for you," you tell Will.

"And they're fresh out of the oven," Lucy adds.

Will opens his mouth to say something, but he's speechless.

"You-" he starts.

"I'll try not to be too late. I'll keep you posted. Bye!" Lucy says, throwing a sly smirk at Will before taking off.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller #william ironhead miller #will ironhead miller & daughter oc #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #will ironhead miller fanfiction #dad!will

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The Plan

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Cas has been his best friend since they were eight. But now they're both applying for universities and Dean is more anxious than he wants to admit.

Tags: fluff, first kiss, self-esteem issues

"If you get accepted to all of them, which one are you gonna pick?"

"I dunno, Sammy!" Dean snaps, closing the book in front of him with more force than necessary. The pencil that Dean had been anxiously chewing on just seconds ago rolls off the desk with the vibration, and lands on the hardwood floors with a clack.

"I'm so sick of everyone pressuring me for answers!"

"Dude... it was just a question..."

His baby brother is getting bigger and bigger. He's nearly Dean's size now and shows no signs of stopping his growth spurt. But in moments like these Sammy can still pull off a face that reminds Dean that he's just a gangly 14 year old kid - with huge puppy eyes and a sad retriever look. Dean would calm down and apologize for snapping if he wasn't so riled up:

"Not when you're the third person asking me that today. Just lay off my back already!"

Sam raises his brows high, and his lips quirk in the way they do when he's preparing a comeback.

"Touchy~~"

"Bitch."

"Moooooom, Dean called me a bitch..."

"You-"

Mary's voice reaches in from the hallway almost instantly: "Dean, language!!"

Sam sticks his tongue out, grins triumphantly, and then whispers "jerk" before running back to his room.

Freaking Sammy...

"At the risk of being the fourth to ask..."

His best friend speaks up from behind him, letting the sentence linger in the air unfinished. Dean turns around in his chair to see Cas sprawled across his bed, calmly observing him. He has a book open in front of him, but it's upside down so Dean's pretty sure he wasn't really studying.

"I do wonder the same, Dean."

"Not you too, man."

"I'm just curious."

"Look... I don't know, Cas."

Dean sighs, and finally decides to give up on studying, since his mind is too far gone.

His room is not so big, so when he stretches his leg, it actually reaches the bed. He uses this fact to his advantage, one foot pushing insistently at Castiel's thigh in a silent demand for him to move. It works, effectively making his best friend sit up and scooch over enough so that Dean can also sit down on the cushy mattress.

Even though there was more than enough space to leave a few inches between them, they end up squished right against each other. But Cas doesn't complain, so Dean lets his head drop onto his best friend's shoulder, and closes his eyes for a brief moment, trying to chase away the worry bubbling inside. His brain keeps racing around, thinking about the future and how everything seems so scary and uncertain. He still feels like a kid but he has to make all these grown up decisions and move away from everyone he loves.

It doesn't really seem fair.

"Can't I just stay here forever?"

Although Cas doesn't answer, he reaches out, sensing Dean's distress. His hand finds Dean's nape, and starts stroking tenderly along Dean's spine, soothing all the muscles down its path. Dean just leans into the touch and sighs again, now a happier sound.

Cas has a way of always feeling like sunshine, peeking through even on the cloudiest days. Dean basks in the attention, and lets go of the worries for a moment, just focusing on the warmth of Castiel's hand, and the way Cas' breath ghosts against his hair. He thinks he feels Castiel kissing the top of his head, a feathery touch, barely there - but maybe he was just imagining it. After a few moments of silence, Dean finally allows himself to ask:

"What 'bout you, Cas? You never told me which university you decided on."

The soothing hand leaves Dean's back and he instantly misses the contact. Cas stares at him silently, and it's only when Dean rights himself up and looks back, raising a brow in question that Cas replies, with a mysterious finality to his tone.

"I don't know yet."

"What? Really? You don't know?"

Cas simply shrugs. He's suddenly very interested in the book in front of him - it seems he finally notices that it is upside down and his hands fumble to turn it around.

"Oh..." Dean is surprised, to say the least.

His best friend is always so sure of himself, so certain of the path that has to be taken to succeed in life. When they started highschool Cas had already picked all his classes before Dean could even decide on one. So Dean wasn't expecting an 'I don't know'. If anything, Dean was expecting a bullet list of next steps and timelines to achieve his life goals or something geeky like that.

"Ok," Dean mumbles out, slightly dazed, before turning even more interested. He can't believe he never asked:

"Huh... which universities did you apply to?"

Blue eyes snap back up, meeting his.

There's a weird sort of tension in the air until Cas finally answers.

"MIT, Caltech and KU."

"What?! Are you serious?"

Dean turns to face Cas fully, the ecstasy obvious in his eyes. He grabs Castiel's knees and squeezes.

"Those are exactly the same ones I applied to! Dudeeee, that's such a coincidence - it would be awesome if we ended up in the same one!"

Dean rambles excitedly, not noticing the calculated gaze on his best friend's eyes.

"This is the best news I've heard all year, Cas - I freaking LOVE you!"

He throws his arm around Cas, squishing him tight and kissing his cheek like crazy, forgetting that wasn't a normal thing best friends do.

"And with your big brain I'm sure you are gonna get into all of them, Cas!"

Cas huffs out a small laugh, his eyes crinkling softly at Dean's excitement. But his smile fades away when Dean's face darkens. He slowly releases his grip on Cas, and Cas knows what's coming before Dean even starts.

"Me, on the other hand... I mean... what if I don't get into any of them?"

"Dean."

Cas sounds tired beyond his years, as if he hasn't just turned 18, but instead has lived centuries watching the Earth turn on its axis.

"Dean, look at me."

Dean complies, though he's not sure why. Emboldened, Cas barrels on, confident and unwavering:

"You're one of the brightest people I have ever known."

"No, I'm not," Dean scoffs.

Cas squints, and his head tilts.

"You do realize that your GPA disagrees?"

"You're one to talk, Cas... you have 5.0 GPA! And I'm pretty sure the only reason you don't have higher is because you were afraid the teachers thought it was too good to be true."

"I like Advanced Placement classes..."

"Yeah, well. You're basically a superhuman genius or something."

"Hmm... in that case perhaps you should listen to me when I say you'll get into all of the universities you applied to."

Dean rolls his eyes, but Cas persists:

"My GPA is not the point, Dean. I'm not the one who secretly thinks I'm dumb, despite being elected Valedictorian and having the second highest GPA in our entire school, and likely one of the highest in the country for our year."

"I was only chosen as Valedictorian cus everyone knows you suck at speeches, Cas! You'd probably just get up there and give a one-liner about how 'we're all people trying their best in a world where it's easy to do your worst' and then end with a weird goat joke that no one gets."

"That was my speech in middle school."

"Exactly!"

"The joke just didn't translate well. It was funnier in the original language."

Dean roars with laughter, and then slaps Cas in the back.

"And that is why I am Valedictorian, buddy."

Cas looks slightly uncomfortable, but it just makes Dean laugh harder. He's clearly imagining a myriad of terrible speeches that some imaginary Castiel would do. When he finally comes down from his high, he wipes the corner of his eyes, and shakes his head.

"Man... I'm gonna miss you too much if we don't end up in the same uni..."

Cas awkwardly looks away.

"Why didn't you pick one yet anyway? Knowing you, I thought you already had a whole grand plan in mind," Dean pries, curious. Cas remains quiet, staring a hole into a spot on the wall. Dean can tell when his best friend is holding something back. Dean bumps his knee against him, and insists.

"What is it, Cas?"

Cas chances a look, and quickly caves in as soon as he sees the bright green eyes staring up at him.

"I'm waiting."

"Really? What for?"

Cas looks away again, cheeks slightly tinged in pink. If Dean didn't know him so well, he would say Cas was embarrassed. But Cas was never embarrassed, so he must be imagining it. When Cas seems to stall, Dean pushes again.

"What are you waiting for, buddy?"

"You didn't pick yet."

"Ok..."

Dean scrunches his nose.

"What does that have to do with it?"

Cas looks back at him, annoyed.

"What?"

"You didn't pick yet," Cas repeats slowly, as if somehow that explains everything. Dean just makes another face, even more confused.

"So what? It's not like you're planning to follow me into whatever university I-"

Cas looks at him meaningfully.

Wait. What?

Dean can feel himself turn red and redder, all the way up to his ears. No. No way. Was Cas really waiting for him to choose just so he could go to the same one???

"Yes, so..." Cas confirms his unspoken question, closing the book in front of him, "please hurry up, Dean. Your indecision is interfering with my plan."

"Your... plan?"

And that's when Cas pulls out a bullet list of his life goals - Dean was right, he does have one - and hands it over.

"I was supposed to be at step number 7 already, which is getting an apartment for us near the campus. But if you don't pick a university I can't start on that one."

"Cas."

"Yes?"

"Did you seriously put 'Marry Dean Winchester' as bullet point number 20?"

"Well, 18 is too early, and 22 seems too late. I think bullet point 20 is the perfect balance."

"Cas..."

"Yes?"

"We're not even dating yet."

"Of course not," Cas says with some exasperation, pointing at number 10 on the list, "that's only after step 8 and 9, Dean, since we will be much more emotionally mature."

Dean smiles, a silly, huge grin and shakes his head. Well, he was never one to follow grand plans and by led by other people's rules so he cradles Cas' face between his palms, leans in and kisses that stupid look off of his best friend's face.

Cas squirms under him, a delightful surprised hitch leaving his mouth, but ends up clinging to his leather jacket like there's no tomorrow. When Dean finally pulls away he marvels at his best friend's spit-slick lips, and the way that dark hair got all ruffled up, making Cas impossibly sexier.

"So," Dean chirps cheerfully, the future suddenly seeming much more exciting.

"Which university are we going to?"

Cas doesn't answer, just pulls him back in for another kiss, and then another. They only stop to come up for air, and even then they're both smiling wide, breaths ragged and hearts beating fast.

"What about th-"

Oh god,

Cas started kissing up his jaw, and somehow Dean's jacket found its way the floor.

"-C-Cas, w-wha- t-the plan?"

"Mmm," Cas mumbles between kisses, and then his tongue darts out to lick a line behind Dean's ear, making Dean shiver and fall apart with a whimper.

"Changed my mind."

"Hell yea-"

"Boys."

The voice suddenly startles them both apart, and they turn at the speed of light to find Mary Winchester at the entrance of Dean's bedroom, staring past the -very open- door. Dean can't believe he was this freaking stupid, and he can feel his heart hammer anxiously in his chest.

"Mom, it's - it's not what it looks like-"

Mary rolls her eyes.

"Oh really? 'Cus it looks like you knuckleheads finally realized you're made for each other. I could power a town with the stares you two have been throwing at each other for the last ten years."

"M-mom," Dean mumbles.

"Now, hands off each other and come help me with dinner. I think I burned the rice again..."

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"MIT."

Dean blurs out right in the middle of dinner. All the eyes lift off of busy plates full of food, staring up at him, waiting for more explanation. Dean squeezes Cas' hand a bit tighter below the table before clearing his throat and trying again:

"We decided on MIT."

His family cheers, rushing to congratulate him. Sammy however, asks all too eagerly:

"We? Are you both going to the same one?"

Dean blushes, suddenly nervous, "y-yeah."

John groans, making Dean practically jump out of his skin, heart hammering on his chest. But then his little brother's voice raises over the sound:

"Called it," Sammy announces, and shoves an open palm in front of their father, "pay up old man!"

John reluctantly pulls out 50 dollars, just as Mary smacks both of them on the back of their heads, clearly displeased with whatever just transpired.

Dean stares at his father like he just grew an extra head but John just slowly chews at his food, and doesn't provide any additional explanation.

"I'm happy to hear that, baby," Mary says gently, looking genuinely pleased. She proceeds to elbow John, and the man finally seems to realize he should say something.

"Yeah. Good for you, son. You take good care of each other, you hear? Keep your noses outta trouble."

Dean blushes and nods furiously, the words of his father always his gospel.

Cas, in the meantime, is far too focused on scribbling all over his (now slightly crumpled) piece of paper. It seems 'Marry Dean Winchester' is now circled extra hard, and has been moved up a few steps on The Plan.

Dean ducks his head and smiles, shy and proud. Yep, it's still gonna be scary moving away from his mom and dad and he's gonna miss the hell out of his lil brother.

But he's got Cas.

Whatever happens, they're gonna be alright.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #ok this one had to be sweet and fluffy since the other one was so dark haha #my writing #in which John Winchester is not a complete asshole for once #also Mary #look i just want dean to be happy and loved

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aloysiavirgata · 9 months

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I have no prompts but would love more Emily fic should you feel so inclined 👀

“Moooooom!” Emily yells. “He’s doing it again!”

William launches a dirt clod at her, which she easily dodges. “Stupidhead!” he hisses.

“You’re going to be in so much trouble,” Emily hisses back.

Their mother appears around the corner of the house, surveys her children sprawled across blankets on the lawn.

Halfway up the long driveway are two recycling bins.

“Hello, Scully,” William says, lisping with his missing front teeth. He beams at her. “You look nice.”

Emily snorts. “That doesn’t work for Dad either.”

Scully narrows her eyes at him, glances at the recycling bins. “William, did you?”

He scrunches himself up.

“YES!” Emily sings. “Never even got off the blanket, Mom.”

William sticks his tongue out at his sister.

She does nothing but smirk back.

Scully presses two fingers to the bridge of her nose. “William you know it’s for your own safety,” she says. “Go. Now.”

William drags himself from the blanket, glaring at his sister as he stomps to the bins. He grabs one in each hand and hauls them along while Emily preens.

“Thank you,” their mother says, still looking irritated. She returns to the back yard, to the vegetable garden their father laid out years before.

Scully doesn’t see the wet clump of grass smack into her daughter’s face, must not hear her yell “I’m going to KILL you, Will!” and grab her lacrosse stick from the lawn.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #inbox prompts #my fic #Emily

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sunday breakfast a dramione microfic/ words: 454 tags: domestic fluff, dramione as parents, childhood injury prompt taken from creativepromptsforwriting on tumblr

Hermione had just sat down at the kitchen table, cup of tea and book in hand, when she heard a loud crash come from her son’s bedroom. The crash was quickly followed by Draco’s panicked, “Shh! It’s okay! Please don’t cry, mom will kill me-“ and Scorpius’ insistent, “Moooooom!”

She stayed seated at the table for a few moments longer, sipping her tea and asking the heavens why they hadn’t had one peaceful morning since their son was born. Draco's footsteps bolting down the stairs reminded her that, unsurprisingly, she was now in charge of two irritatingly adorable and very needy blonds.

“I swear I didn't do it,” Draco said as he appeared in the archway to the kitchen. Their five year old son was in his arms, body lax and arms flailed out. She might have been concerned if the boy hadn’t chosen to stick his tongue out for extra dramatic effect.

“He did it, mom,” Scorpius mumbled. “He killed me.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood, approaching the two people she loved more than life itself. She kissed Scorpius on the forehead first and wiped two little tears from his cheeks while she gave Draco a peck on the cheek.

“Dead people don’t talk, darling,” she smiled down at him. “Your father should have told you that.”

“Now isn’t the time for feedback on his acting,” Draco said, clearly distressed. His eyes were wide and he gripped their son like he would cease breathing any minute. “His arm is definitely broken.”

“And how did he break his arm?” Hermione raised an eyebrow at her husband. Scorpius sat up slightly in Draco's arms, opening his eyes.

“Dad told me I could jump off the dresser to see if I could touch the ceiling fan.”

The child collapsed back into Draco's arms, adding mumbled gasps for air to his theatrics.

“No,” Draco corrected. “Dad said that-”

“We can discuss the specifics when we get back from St. Mungo’s,” Hermione said. “Draco, my love, please put on a shirt so we can-“

“Gross!” Scorpius wrinkled his nose at Hermione's use of Draco's pet name. She laughed as she leaned over him to place another kiss on Draco's cheek. Careful not to bump his already swelling arm, Hermione bumped her nose against her son’s, earning a soft giggle.

“No complaining about having loving parents until after your arm has been fixed. I expect all of us to be ready to leave in five minutes.”

“Mom-”

“Hermione-”

“Five minutes!” She cut both of them off with a wave of her hand as she made her way back to the kitchen table. If they had time for a theater production, she had time for her cup of tea.

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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Happy News

{ The 1% Masterlist } | Charles "Chipper" Piper x Annalynn "Baby" Watson

A/N 1: For the cutie @altierirose | A/N 2: Dividers by @firefly-graphics

2016. The best year for the Pipers. Not only did they expand their horse training clients, but Annalynn also got her veterinary license.

Annalynn decided to speak with Baylie and Reuben to see if they would let her work with them at their practice. They could focus on the bigger animals and she could help them with the small animals, as well as miscellaneous duties in the office.

Chipper and Baby, as their friends would call them, were happy with their lives as a married couple. But they were missing someone else in their lives. Charles and Annalynn wanted to have their own baby but circumstances didn’t allow them. However, their widowed friend Elizabeth came to the rescue. She offered to be their surrogate.

It wasn’t until they received the call that Elizabeth was going into labor when reality actually hit them. They would soon be parents! Both were scare and excited at the same time. It was a new adventure they would encounter.

Today, their daughter Wynona Rain Piper turned 7. Wynona was buzzing with excitement at the news she had to share with her parents.

“MOOOOOOM!” Wynona runs in from getting dropped off by Alana. “Maaaaaa!”

“In the den baby! How was work?” Annalynn asks her daughter.

Wynona sighs dramatically. “Auntie Lana made me work so much! Had me organize her folders and pens and… and… guess what? We took a nap in her office!”

“Hmm. I see you worked so hard.”

Wynona just giggles. “Yeah! Then we had tacos and pop.”

Annalynn hugs Wynona. “So you liked working with her? Tomorrow do you wanna work with me and Auntiy Lucky or Auntie Whiskey at her clinic?”

“Oh no! I can’t choose!” Wynona falls back on the couch. “Hmm. Can I go with Auntie Milla and help in the bakery?”

“I’ll call her and ask her but yeah I don’t see why not.”

“I wanna learn to make bread so I can make it for you and dad!”

“Did someone say they’re making bread for me?” Charles’ voice comes from the den’s entrance.

Baby and Wynona smile so grandly at hearing Chipper return home from work. They both run to hug attack him.

Chipper happily catches them. “Hello my loves!”

“Dad! Dad! DAD! Guess what!?”

“I qualified! I can start training with the horse to be a barrel racer!”

Charles and Annalynn look at Wynona with huge smiles. “We knew you could do it!”

Wynona is happily shifting from foot to foot. “You knew!?”

“And we got something for you,” Chipper says, walking to the den’s closet and bringing out a box for her.

“What’s in the box?” Wynona asks.

“Open it and see.”

She rips open the box and finds a pink hued lead rope. “For me?”

“Your own horse is in the stables princess.” They all go outside to the stables so that Wynona can meet and start getting used to her horse.

“She’s beautiful! Imma name her Chonky Princess The Fifth!”

Chipper and Baby laugh and watch her with the horse as the two new best friends learn about each other.

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anotherseverussnapelover · 2 years

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birthday cake

Please remember that I'm neither a native nor fluent English speaker, so if you find any spell/grammatical mistake, feel free to correct me.

Rating : K

Word count : too much (sorry, i didn't count)

Pairing: young!Severus x young!Lily

Fluffy fluff

It was the first January after he befriended Lily. A Saturday, January the 30th, year 1970. A 10 years old Severus was at the park where he usually met his first, one, and only friend, hopping she would come — even if it was cold —because anywhere was better than "home".

He still wore this huge coat, holding it tight, trying to keep the heat with more or less success.

All of a sudden, he heard his name in the distance, and a few seconds later she was there, right in front of him, smiling and shining, maybe more than usual. He instantly felt his body temperature rise, but didn't had the time to speak before she did, her red hair all over her face, her cheeks red with excitement and cold, and the hugest smile Severus ever saw on her face so far.

"Come with me Sev ! We're having cake, it's my birthday ! Mom and Dad said you can come !"

And without thinking, he took her hand and followed his friend throughout the streets to her house.

"ho! I'm glad you found him" told Mrs Evans when they came in. "Hello Severus. Take your shoes and coats off, children, I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

"yes moooooom", she answered while he muttered "yes, Mrs Evans".

Severus was always stunned by the differences with his parents' house. At the Evans house, everything was warmth, and lights, and photographs, and family, and love. He wanted to belong to a place like that, but he knew that this place was not the one he belonged to. He always felt awkward being here. Not unwanted, not undesirable, just... Not fitting in. Mr and Mrs Evans tolerated him because he was Lily's friend, but they never really tried to interact with him — neither did he, rushing into his friend's room to speak about magic or play worms.

"Hello Severus" said Mr Evans, sitting in his armchair, smocking and reading the newspaper, as they crossed the living room. "I'm happy to see you here, Lily didn't want to invite anyone but you today, even though it's her birthday."

Severus was surprised, but more than happy to hear that. She choose him. Him, among all the friends she might have in her school. Because she might have many friends, right ? She was nice, smiley, brilliant — perfect. And perfect people always have many friends.

"Daaaaaaaaad" Lily moaned. "What is it, Lil' ? It's not everyday that my little girl turns 10, innit ?" He mused, looking at them with a smile. "Go bake that cake, I'll be very hungry by tea time."

He turned back to his newspaper, and Lily led Severus to the kitchen, where Mrs Evans was already putting kitchen utensils on the kitchen table.

"Here you are, love. Did you chose the cake you want to bake ?"

"Can I have a chocolate one ? Do you like chocolate Severus ?"

She was almost jumping in excitement, a wide smile on her face, while her mother was picking a cookbook.

"choco- oh, yes, I... Anything is fine, Lil', it's your birthday."

"Ok ! So we will bake the cake you want for your birthday then ! When is it, by the way ? You never told me !"

"oh, huh... T'was on January 9th."

"WHAT ?!" she cried out. "You didn't told me, Sev !"

He could only shrugged his shoulders, an apologetic smile on his face.

"I can't believe you didn't told me ! I'll have to wait a whole year to wish you a happy birthday ! Ugh, Sev !"

"Come and chose a cake, love" Mrs Evans urged them, "We need to start baking soon if you want it to be ready by tea time".

"I want the one with the most chocolate in it, Mum"

"So, this is... the.. chocolate fudge cake, I suppose. Chocolate in the sponge cake, ganache and icing, is that enough chocolate ?"

They smiled to each other before Mrs Evans turned to Severus.

"Can you read the recipe so that we can get the ingredients out, Severus ? It's on page 394"

He took the book she handed him — God it was a heavy book, with a looooooot of recipes — and he sat on a chair, put the book on the table, opened it and began to read. Soon, almost everything was on the table : eggs, flour, butter, sugar (brown and white), and more chocolate than Severus ever saw.

"oh, I think we are out of icing sugar and sour cream. I'm going to Tesco, can you two weight everything while I'm out ?" she asked, taking her apron off.

"leave it to us, Mum ! We will be done before you come back !"

Mrs Evans laughed, reminded them to tie their hair — "even you Severus, Lily has hair clips if you can't tie everything up with the hair tie" —, wash their hands and wear the child sized aprons she took out from a drawer.

10 minutes later, after 3 "no, Lils, I don't want quilts" and 2 "why are all you hair clips pink and yellow ? With rainbows ?!", they where back in the kitchen, washing their hands.

"do you think we can do it with magic, Sev ?" She asked him in a whisper.

"we can try, but should not get caught" he said in the same tone.

"'kay, so, what comes first ?"

"the flour" he answered, checking the recipe, kneeling on a chair to read "175g of it."

"'kay, let's start" she whispered, her face already tensing with focus.

The bowl was already on the scale and the flour pack already open, so they just had to pour some of the latter into the former. The flour pack started to rise in the air, slowly, until it was right above the bowl.

They were both holding their breathes when it started to tip down, slowly, inch by inch, waiting for the flour to fall right into the bowl.

"are you okay, children ?" Asked Mr Evans from the leaving room.

They jumped and whimped out of suprise, and the packet fell, right on the side of the bowl, pouring flour everywhere — the table, the floor, and their clothes, faces and hair.

Hearing the noise, Mr Evans rushed into the kitchen to check on them, asking if they were all right, even though they were coughing and sneezing so hard they couldn't answer.

"daaaaaaad" Lily whimped, her eyes tearing, "we were doing great !"

"sorry love, you two were quiet, I thought something was wrong".

Has Severus not been so focused on trying to not sneeze again, his eyes would've widen of surprise. Mr Evans didn't seem mad at them, like at all. How was that possible? They wasted so much flour ! And flour is food and food costs money!

"for God sake, what happened here ? Did something exploded?" asked Mrs Evans, back from the supermarket, looking at the three of them.

"sorry Mum, I dropped the flour"

"it's okay, Lily, let's clean that up and I will supervise you. You two will have a shower when we're done."

She picked up the broom and cleaned the floor, Mr Evans went back to the living room, and Lily gave Severus apologetics smile and look.

"let's try to take some and put it in the bowl" he huffed, starting to collect the flour on the table.

His friend helped him, and soon, they had collected enough flour to reach the 175g needed.

"why aren't you wearing the aprons ?"

"oops, we forgot it."

Mrs Evans sight, the broom still in her hold. "Ok, put it on and we will bake that cake."

The Evans smiled at each other, and the children get down their chairs. Lily taught to Severus how to wear and tie an apron, because he never wore one before. His mother always wore dresses when she coocked, she confessed it was the same she used to wear when she brew potions, but he didn't told Lily just in case Mrs Evans could hear them.

"now that you two are ready, let's weight everything up and bake that super chocolate cake".

And so they did.

Severus weighted the brown sugar, Lily the white one. She showed her friend how to crack an egg properly, and Mrs Evans didn't became mad when he failed two times, she even smiled at him when he succeeded.

They mixed the dough in turn using that huge wooden spoon, laughing when Severus almost drop the mixing bowl when Lily stirred too hard for him to hold his grip, laughed again when some dough drop out when he did the same, and they smiled at each other when they surreptitiously (or so they thought) ate the dough that have escaped.

Severus has never ate anything like that. It was sweet and chocolatey and smooth and it tasted soooo good !

"Ok, children, time to pour it into the moulds! Who goes first?" Lily's hand rose so fast into the air that Severus couldn't do anything but looking at her, his eyes widen with surprise. "Let's go then, come here my love" told Mrs Evans.

She stand by her daughter while she poured the dough, guiding her, warning her to keep the same amount for the second cake.

He looked at them, hoping that some day, maybe he could do the same with his mother. Having her guiding him to bake, do magic or brew potion would feel really good, but never happened so far. Maybe after his first year at Hogwarts..?

"d'you want to do the second cake Sev?" Lily asked, bringing him back to the present moment. "Can I, really?" he asked back, thinking she wanted to do the all thing. "Yup, sure. Is it okay, Mum?", "Of course, love. Come here, Severus".

So he did, under his friends mother guidance, poured the dough he helped to do in the twin mold, carefully, hoping to not mess anything — because it was Lily's birthday, so everything had to be perfect.

"There's not enough, there's a little bit less than in the first mould" he stated sadly. "Don't worry Severus" replied Mrs Evans, handing him the wooden spoon, "if you scrap the bowl, it will be enough. Why is that spoon clean ? Did you licked it, Lily?"

He turned around to look at his friend while she answered with a "Noooo..?" with a — not so — innocent smile. "Maybe you shouldn't lie when there's evidences all over you face" he laughed, noticing the remains of chocolate dough on her cheeks and nose. Her face turned red as she tried to clean her face with her hand, just to spread it and make Severus laugh harder, while her mother set the timer and put the moulds into the oven, sighting with a smile.

"Well, it's time to cl-"

"Daisy, can i talk to you for a minute, please?" Mr Evans interrupted her. "Of course darling", she answered to her husband before looking at them, "You can eat the remaining dough from the bowl while I'm with Harry, but don't break anything and don't fight. And when I come back, we will do the dishes and clean the table."

"ok, Mum" Lily answered, "we will be suuuuuper careful! We're already 10, you know?". "Yes, i know, love" she whispered, kissing her on the head, "you will have to brush your hair before taking a shower. I'll be back soon".

She left, leaving Lily blushing and Severus troubled about that kiss. Was that a common thing for mothers to kiss their children? So far, he only saw them do it in front of the school doors, and his Mum never did it since he always walked to the school by himself. She never did it at home neither, even though she did pat his head, back or shoulder sometimes.

"if you don't move quickly, I'll eat it all by myself, Sev!". She almost made him jump, and he turned around to find her with the wooden spoon in her hand again, scraping the bowl before licking the dough on the spoon. "Hey! Lil'! Leave me some!" he whimpered before rushing by her side, using his own hand to snare some of the remains before she eats it all. She soon abandoned the (super clean) spoon to scrap the bowl with her bare hands too, starting a "eating dough competition", putting some on the too-clean-face of her best friend, laughing until a "click" and a flash filled the kitchen, making them jump.

They turned to Mr Evans holding his camera, his wife standing behind him.

"Say cheese!" he cheered them. "Come on Severus, smile!" he cheered again, after another click. "3, 2, 1, CHEESE!".

Severus smiled this time, his best friend's arm around his shoulders, forgetful of his face painted with dough, his clothes covered with flour and the yellow hair clips in his hair.

"time to clean that up", stated Daisy, clapping her hands. "Put everything in the sink, and then Lily will wipe the table and Severus will dry the dishes with the dishcloth. Is it ok for you two?"

They agreed, and 20 minutes later, the dishes was clean, the two cakes were baked and put to cool on a counter and the bowl where back on the table. Severus and Lily weighted the icing sugar and mixed it with the butter, while Daisy was melting the chocolate in the heavy cream before pouring it into the bowl.

"I'll finish everything while you take a shower, okay? Lil', love, can you ask Dad a T-shirt for Severus, please? I doubt the he will wear one of yours. You can come down when you're done or stay playing in your room, I'll call when it's time to eat the cake", she told them, her voice and smile soft. "'kay Mum ! C'm'on Sev!" Lily exclaimed, grabbing Severus' hand to lead him to the first floor.

She was showing him how to use the shower when her Dad came to give him a T-shirt and a plastic bag to put his dirty one in. The young boy took the hair clips off of his hair, horrified to have been photographed with that on his head, before brushing it with Lily's brush to take off the remaining flour while she handed him her soap and shampoo, and a clean towel.

He came back from the bathroom 5 minutes later, clean and asking his friend if it was really ok to wear this T-shirt wich looked pretty new, looking at upside down at the words "The Dubliners" written on it.

"'S okay" she answered, "wait here, i won't be long" she told again, heading to the bathroom.

He stayed in the room, looking at the toys and books dispersed around the shelves and floor, and the pale-green sheets ont the bed.

He was reading The Beauty and The beast when she came back, smelling just like him — strawberry and vanilla.

"is that story about human transfiguration ?" He asked, genuinely curious. "I dunno, do you think it is?" she replied, her eyebrows up. "Well it looks like it is. The prince should've been nice with the Wich so he wouldn't 've been cursed. What are they listening down there?" he asked again.

She smiled widely at him before pointing his shirt, musing an enthusiastic "them! Let's go back downstairs!".

She led him again, almost running, to her parents dancing in the living room, their cigarettes smoking in a ashtray. They held out their hand to them, inviting them to join the dance. Not really sure about what to do, Severus found himself jumping everywhere with his friend after a few minutes, laughing loudly and falling on the cushions on the sofa, climbing the arms of the armchairs around the fireplace. They quietened when Mr Evans lowered the sound, announcing the cake will be ready soon and they have to wait at the dining table.

They sat, excited to see their birthday cake. Petunia joined them soon, visibly upset, but they have to close their eyes soon, doing their best to ignore Mr Evans taking an insane amount of photos — to the point that Severus started to ask himself what he the hell he will do with all those pictures of them — when Mrs Evans started to sing "happy birthday". Only then, they opened their eyes to see her approaching with the chocolate cake covered with chocolate frosting, topped with 10 lightened green candles.

Mr Evans took another picture with the two of them beside the cake before Lily blowed the candle. They cheered before Daisy asked Severus if he wanted to blow them too, but Petunia snapped "it's not even his birthday, why would he do that?" before he could answered. "T'was my birthday 3 weeks ago, i still can blow some candles" he snapped back. "Would you like that, Severus?" asked Mr Evans after he gave a disapproving look to his elder daughter. "Yes, pleased" the young boy answered with a tiny smile.

Daisy lit the candle up once again, and Harry took a new picture of Severus blowing it, before they cut the cake.

When the plates where empty and their cups of tea refilled, Daisy announced it was time for the presents. Severus watched Lily opening three of them (a tales book, a new red dress and a frog plush) before Mr Evans handed him one.

His eyes widened, and his friend's father had to encourage him to take it. "It's not much", he declared "it's a bit old but i think you'll like it. Open it up!".

Ignoring Petunia's mocking glare, he tore the paper off to find an old book. "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" he read. "Did you already read it", Daisy asked him. "No", he muttered, "but i will!". "Billiant! Look at me, you two, presents up!"

Mr Evans took another picture of Lily holding her new book and dress, Severus holding the toad and his book.

When Harry found the photo album 30 years later in a box hidden in a closet in his former parent's room.

Not because of the pictures, but because of the writings besides them.

"Severus' super jump" written by his mom when she was a child. "Chocolate war paint!" written again, above a "I won!" probably from a child Professeur Snape.

But what tore his heart was that one phrase, written on top of the picture where Severus was blowing the candles, by an much older hand, a writing he new well from a letter he found in Grimauld Place years ago.

"Severus' first birthday cake".

Everything felt logical now.

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kiteofdreams · 1 year

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Olivia had Jake wrapped around her tiny little finger and you knew it would only be moments before he gave in.' When his daughter says those five words, Jake can't say no.

Jake x reader, 1.3k words. Features Dad!Jake + I suppose major character death, but nothing violent/harmful. For those with anxiety (like myself), the ending is a bit sad in a way, so I wanted to put that in a warning. Enjoy this Dad!Jake fic. 🧡

You stood in front of the doll section at the toy store, massaging your temples, wondering you decided to take your six-year-old daughter shopping. It had already been a long day but you had talked your husband into to going with you, claiming 'you can help keep her under control.'

"Mommy, Papa said I could get this doll," the young girl said.

"Olivia, we told you how much you can spend," you told her. "That's too much."

Olivia turned around to face you and Jake with her bright brown eyes wide.

"But mommy, I want it!" she shouted as she stomped her foot. Jake could tell that a tantrum was about to go down. "Papa, tell mommy I want this one!"

You glared up at Jake before he could say anything. Olivia had Jake wrapped around her tiny little finger and you knew it would only be moments before he gave in.

Jake sighed before replying to his daughter, "Liv, you have one just like it at home.”

"Papa, but I love it so much," she whined, the signature Kiszka pout making its way across her features.

"Fine, put it in the cart, Liv," Jake replied, unable to look at you. He knew that you’d be upset, but Jake just couldn't say no to his little girl.

———

"Olivia Marie, you have ten seconds to be out of that bed and getting ready for school," you shouted as you packed her lunch.

"Moooooom," she shouted back. "I don't wanna go today. You know that my favorite band is coming to town for their cd signing! Where's Papa? He promised he would take me."

Jake looked at you before beginning to stand up from the kitchen table.

"Jacob, don't you dare go into her room," you scolded. "She is going to school today."

As Jake sat back down, their 13-year-old daughter walked into the kitchen still in her pajamas.

"Papa, didn't you promise you would take me to meet him?" Olivia stared at Jake hoping to sway him. "He promised me that when they ca-"

"Olivia, you are not going, you are going to school," you interrupted.

"It's not fair! Papa, I love them so much," she whined.

Jake took a deep breath and before he knew it, he was calling his daughter off of school.

———

Five years later, the Kiszkas were packing the last box into the car and heading to drop Olivia off at college. When they reached her dorm, they began unpacking and organizing all of her things. Jake opened a box labeled, "things I need" and pulled out the doll they had bought twelve years prior.

"Liv, what did you bring this for?" Jake asked, looking at his daughter. Olivia's fair skin was now bright red and a sheepish smile graced her lips.

"I couldn't leave home without it," she whispered.

Jake's heart raced with happiness. His little girl was finally growing up, but he didn't want to let her go. Jake sat the doll on the bed before turning back to the box. Three hours later, the last box was unpacked. Jake turned to Olivia, his face turning into the 'listen to me I have an important speech' face.

"Okay, here is our card for emergencies only. What are emergencies?" Jake stated.

"If I need food or am stuck somewhere."

"Olivia," you began. "We're very proud of you and you're an adult now, so we trust you. Don't make us regret this."

"I won't, mama," she smiled. "Papa, does that include records?"

Jake's eyes went narrow before softening. "No, Olivia."

"But Papa, what if I don’t have it? What if I love them so much?"

You rolled his eyes before huffing away to pick up the trash on the floor. You knew Jake would give into her.

"Call us before you buy them," he sighed.

He never could say no to her.

———

"Sir, dinner was delicious, thank you," Olivia's boyfriend, Carter, said. They had been together for five years and you and Jake really did like him. Olivia excused herself from the table and cleared the dishes before running to her room.

"Um, I was wondering if I could talk to both of you," Carter said, a nervous tone over his voice.

You and Jake looked at the boy, who looked like he was about to throw up and was shaking with nerves.

"Everything okay, Carter?" you asked, taking Jake's hand in yours.

"Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I, uh, I just wanted to ask you for permission to marry Olivia."

Jake squeezed your hand, a sure sign he needed you at this moment. He couldn't believe it. He knew one day that this time would come, but he didn't want his little girl to be gone yet. You squeezed Jake's hand three times, a silent way of saying ‘I Love You’ and Jake turned to face you. Both of you had tears in your eyes, both coming to the realization that your little girl was a no longer little. You gave Jake a nod and Jake returned the same to you before you both looked at Carter again.

"Do you love her?" you asked.

"Yes, I love her with all my heart," Carter replied. The loving tone said everything you needed to hear. But before you said yes, Jake got up from the table and headed to his daughter's room.

"Liv," he called before knocking. "Can I ask you something?"

The door opened to his 24-year-old daughter sitting in her childhood bedroom.

"Sure Papa. What's up?" Olivia responded with a big grin.

"Do you love Carter?"

"I love him so much, Papa."

Jake wrapped his arms around his daughter before the tears in his eyes could fall. With those words, he knew he was done. He kissed her on the top of the head before he whispered, "you'll always be my little girl, you know that?”

Jake let go and headed back to the dining room where he was met with you smiling brightly and a nervous future son-in-law.

"It would be our honor to call you our son," Jake said before reaching to shake Carter’s hand and pulling him in for a hug. He brought his mouth close to whisper in Carter’s ear, "take care of my little girl."

———

Years and years had passed, spring turned to summer, summer to fall. Olivia walked into the home of her ailing father, knowing that not much time was left with him. She walked up the steps, past the room she grew up in and into her parents' room.

"Liv," you said, patting the seat next to him.

"Hi mama, how's Papa?" Olivia reached out to grab Jake's hand and holding it into her own

"Not good," you whispered. "He told me he doesn't think it will be much longer."

"Papa, it's me," she said trying to hold back her tears. "I'm here."

Jake's eyes opened and a small smile was forming on his lips.

"Olivia, I think it's time, I wanted to talk to you one last time. I just want you to know that you were the greatest joy in me and your mother’s life. You have brought us so much happiness. I love you with all my heart," Jake gasped out the final words and his eyes closed for the final time.

"Papa, please don't go. I love you so much," she shouted through the tears.

It was the only time Jake said no.

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mrsparker3696 · 2 years

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Pete parker x reader- Baga-boo and silvy pt. 2

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You woke up with a giddy feeling and a smile.

Not only because of the previous night, but because it's dare night.

Date night usually were going to a drive in movie if there's anything good or just snacks and star gazing through the whole night on top of the empire state building.

You were in your bathroom, just before putting on your shirt, you looked at your neck and all the love bites that covered it.

But you needed to hide unfortunately, you knew that Ned and MJ wont stop asking you questions. So put on some make up to cover them.

You bite your lips to hide the smile before putting on your shirt and heading out to the kitchen.

"Well someone's happy, what your spider friend sneaked in again last night?" You mom smiled as she handed you a 'to go' cup with your favorite coffee.

You blushed and took the cup.

Your mother didn't really cared when spiderman sneaked in.

She bumped into him a few times and he even saved her one time when she came back from work and some guy wanted to play.

But she always rathered that you'll tell her first.

"Shut up mom" you shook your head and took your backpack from the side of the couch "its date night"

Your mom and spiderman's aunt were actually the one who suggested the date just idea from the first place, so she smiled at you, happy that her kid found someone who makes her this happy.

"Right,how could I forget, my baby taking her man for a special night out" she sighed and placed a hand on her heart with a dreaming look in the eyes. "You know, your dad used to take me on many special nights at the time. Of course our special was different from your special. He used to-"

"MoOooOOm!" You groaned and scrunched your nose.

Thinking about your parents "special nights" didn't do good for neither your imagination or your stomach.

"I really don't want to hear about it, and oh! Look at the time, I gotta go pick up MJ" you said and rushed out of your apartment, running away from any possibility of hearing another story.

You got in your car, your baby, your precious, your whole life (don't tell mom or baga-boo), the same car your worked your ass off for six months as a waitress and a worker in delmar's.

And turned on your song (a/n: everybody talks in full volume=best morning)

When you got to MJ Street, you honked a few times like every morning.

"Shush there! Its 7:30 in the morning for god's sake" Stan, MJ's old neighbor yelled at you from the window, like every morning "those damn young basters..."

You mumbled a sorry and unlocked your car doors to let MJ in.

"Morning loser"

"Morning grumpy bitch" you smiled back at her.

She took a seep from your coffee and you both went off from school.

The hallway was full of hormonal teenagers like always as you and MJ walked to your lockers.

"Again? Seriously?" MJ sighed and rolled her eyes.

You frowned and turned to look at her "what? What Again?"

She nudged with her head to her left, looking disgusted towards a boy.

Harry Osborn.

The biggest jerk in midtown.

Well not the biggest but he's definitely in second place.

Harry was an ass.

The type who would fuck and throw, objecting woman and think that the world works for him.

Currently looking at the cheerleaders ass.

Well, yours too.

"Looking good y/l/n" he winked at you.

You gave him a sarcastic smile with a middle finger before you slammed your locker shot and left with MJ to your first class.

Later, in lunch, you sat with Ned, since MJ had her lunch only in the 6th hour.

"So you really think that silver witch could beat up spiderman in a fight?" Ned questioned as he took another handful of fries to his mouth.

You sipped from your coke can and nodded "totally. I mean, she have awesome powers and she can fly"

Ned nodded "but don't you think he can just, I don't know, web her?"

A smiled formed on your face when you remembered the time when spiderman tried to web you to the wall and you easily ripped the webs off. He was so shocked that he chased after you all night and asked you how you did it.

"I think-"

"Well, well, well. Look who it is! Our lovely grumpy hottie and her little Chinese friend" Harry Osborn walked with a gross smirk to your table, leaning against it. "You know what, i take it back, he's definitely not little" and then he laughed like he said the funniest thing in the world.

"And I personally wouldn't say hottie"

Another voice from the other side said.

Of course.

Peter pakrer,

The number one jerk.

"I'm not Chinese" Ned looked at his food and mumbled.

"Gee bud! We were just kidding, why don't you just go back to eating until you'll explode, alright?" Harry sat next to Ned, in front of you and peter and patted Ned's shoulder.

That's it.

You stood up and grabbed peter and Harry from their ears and shoved them against the cafeteria walls, grabbing their shirts by the collar and lifting them just a bit above the floor.

"Listen to me you two little dickheads.

You better stop messing with me or my friends or else I will rip your throats out" your said, pressing them a bit harder than a girl technically can.

"Ooh feisty. I like it" Harry smirked and winked at you.

So let go of him and used your hand for something else.

Breaking his nose.

"What the fuck y/l/n" he groaned and bend down, holding his bleeding and sore nose.

Everybody looked at you now, but you just looked back at peter "I don't have the time to spend on messing around with assholes, so if you will excuse me and leave me and my friends alone, you'd be able to keep your nose in his place" you threatened with a final push before you let him go and we t back to Ned.

How was is total shock.

"Um, are you.... are you okay?" He asked hesitantly, a but scared of you right now.

You sighed and grumpily sat back on the bench "yes. Don't listen to them, they're idiots"

But what you didn't knew, was when Peter took the whining Harry to the nurse, he kept thinking how you did that.

And a few theories formed in his mind.

And he didn't liked them.

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Finally, school's over and you can put on your suit and just let out all your anger from today.

You were after patrol already, fought a few guys who tried to steal a lady's bag and helped a kid fund his dog.

Nothing special.

But now, now you can meet him.

You sat in your usual meeting space, waiting (a bit unpatiencently) for spiderman to show up.

You couldn't help but let you mind wonder.

Since you moved in, in the beginning of freshman year, you turned into an official avenger after fighting with steve.

The story about how your mother found out was exhausting, and too scary but she eventually understood you, and let you free.

You didn't really knew peter when you were new, but he quickly showed up, missing no time in ruining your life.

Thank God that around that time you saw spiderman again, because you couldn't survive all those years without him.

Peter parker wasn't always an ass.

Actually, he was the nicest kid in school when you first got there, but after a week, he turned into a jerk.

He always teased you. Always.

He laughed at the way you talk, eat, walk, write. He made jokes about how stupid you are when you got only a point less than him.

But spiderman was your comfort.

You waited all day, every day, just to get in your suit and meet him, even before you got officially together.

He listensto to your moat stupid stories, he comfort when you feel down, he kiss, hug, and brush all your problems away.

Even if it's for only one night.

"Whatcha' doing?" A smooth voice said behind you.

You turned around to see your boyfriend, his mask already half off, like always so you could see you smile.

You looked at him and then back to the city and just shrugged.

He sighed and walked over to you.

He sat close to you before holding your face gently, making you look at him.

He rubbed your masked cheek with his gloved thumb. Even though there was no actual skin to skin contact, it still felt warm and intimate.

"You know you can always talk to me, right?"

You sighed and nodded, leaning your cheek deeper to his hand and closed your eyes. "It just- a lot happened today"

He nodded and moved his other hand to cup your other cheek too "at school?"

You nodded "just a bad day I guess... I really needed to see you" you whispered to him.

He smiled softly at you before sliding his palms to your neck, lifting up your mask just above the bridge of your nose before he leaned in and brushed his soft lips with yours, like he's teasing or maybe just making sure that he's doing ok. You moved your hands to his shoulders a d pulled him in, now fully and lovingly kissing him.

You sighed against his mouth when he ran his hand from up your waist and back to hold your neck and pull you closer. He pressed another final short sweet kiss to your lips before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours while he still held you close.

Those moments were your favorite; just being close to him, touching him and hearing his heart beating, holding him close and smelling his soft lavender smell he like to washed his suit with.

"I missed you too, silvy" he confessed quietly before giggling softly.

"What?" You asked, but your lips curved into a smile too.

"Its still there" he said before brushing his fingertips over your slightly exposed neck.

You blushed and shook your head "shut up its your fault. My mom made fun of me last night for at least ten minutes and I put on like, four coats of make up. I guess its just came off when I put on the suit"

He laughed and pressed his lips to yours for a small peck "I like seeing those on you. Its like a necklace, that i made"

You smiled with a laugh as you shook your head and took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers as you pulled back to look at his masked eyes "so how was your day?"

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "well, today was tough for me too, I guess" you nodded, sighing him to keep going "this girl i told you about, went over the edge. She almost hit me today and broke my friend's nose..."

But you didn't listened from there.

Your heart stopped beating for a second as you gasped and pulled away from him.

"Hey, silvy are you okay? What's wrong," he stood quickly and asked worriedly.

You shook your head.

No.

It can't be.

No.

It's not fair.

No.

Its not possible.

"Parker?!" You breathed out almost yelling.

"What?!" He squiked, his voice breaking.

"Oh, come on I know it's you peter, you can't fool me now" you yelled at him.

"A-and is that- um, a problem?" He asked kinda hurt by your dramatic reaction for his true identity.

You shaked your head, walking back and forth and held your head in your hands "no no no. Why me. Its not fair!!"

Spiderman took a step closer to you starting to get worried "hey, silvy what's going on you're scaring me. Talk to me, please" he begged and reached his hand for you.

But you didn't take it.

You just pulled off your mask and looked at him with no emotion.

"Y/n?!"

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abluescarfonwaston · 2 years

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Read a doujinshi today where Kotetsu visits Barnaby’s extremely haunted (for some reason) apartment and gets possessed by like four separate ghosts that Barnaby has to help cross over because they’re actively draining the life from Kotetsu but Kotetsu’s body literally throws Bunny for trying to bonk the spirit out of his body. Because they were calling out for help. They wanted help Bunny. And helping people is so ingrained in him that his body will move even as his spirit sleeps.

It also featured the black bead bracelet around Kotetsu’s wrist breaking (as well as him being the only one who could sense the bad mojo) so Now i’m going to be thinking about little Kotetsu getting possess this way to sunday as a kid and just. Not realizing it. Muramasa and his Mother just having to Constantly help out these wayward spirits. “Moooooom Kotetsu got possessed by another hungry cat!” Finally finding that black bracelet and having the possessions stop.

Kotetsu who’s only awareness of the fact he was possessed was being extra tired and not remembering bits of time: Sweet bracelet.

Tomoe broke it once and had to deal with 3 wayward souls and once she was done she fixed the bracelet and made him PROMISE to never take it off again. I love you honey. If you turn into one more dog and start licking me I’m going to start buying wards for the house and taping them to your back.

Kotetsu will has no idea this happens. But man is he good at entering haunted places, blacking out and then finding them feeling Not haunted when he wakes up. He just can’t stop reaching out his hand to those in need.

#tiger and bunny #kotetsu kaburagi #kotetsu t. kaburagi #barnaby brooks jr #don't ask me how i spent my morning but that was seriously my second favorite one #right after Somebody's hometown with is a masterpiece and perfect #Barnaby I will break the law and go 120 down the road so you can go to your wifes grave tonight like you wanted to #you loved her. you love her #kotetsu just breaking down in barnaby's arms like ah #tomoe would be grateful to you barnaby. thank you for being there with him #all that said i would not whole heartedly endorse the ghost one it was weird it just scratches my ghost loving brain itch #you don't write 150k if you don't like ghost stories #i say having never read a ghost story

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shootertron-stuff · 2 years

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(past noncon and forced pregnancy implied)

The half breed child of a Black Legionnaire and a captive Imperial Fist is sent to live with a Night Lords warband in exchange for a peace treaty between the two warbands.

A hybrid child who will grow up to be both a masochist and a horndog - the Night Lords were delighted with this.

His mother is travelling through the Screaming Vortex with their eldest sons when the ship is boarded by Night Lord raiders.

The Night Lords, not recognizing the ship as belonging to the warband they signed a non aggression pact with, start terrorizing the passengers. Sending even normally calm Cavyfolk scampering away to hide behind sealed blast doors.

But the Space Marines on board are quick to strike back, meeting the raiders head on. It has been too long since they've had a proper fight.

They are an eclectic group, mostly exiled Loyalists. Cowives. On the run from their wicked husband - but the Night Lords don't know this.

In the midst of the fighting, the son immediately recognizes his mother's yellow power armor. It has some added black accents (travelling through Chaos worlds, one must deface the signs of former Imperial allegiance), but there's no mistaking the armor mark.

"MOM" he shouts. It's been so long since he was sent away, but he has never given up on seeing them again.

Mom shouts back. Can it be? They haven't forgotten him either. They remember the names and faces of all their children.

Due to time contraction within the Warp storm, by the time of the reunion, the Night Lord is older than his mother's four oldest children, and holds a position of great power in the warband.

He orders the others to stop attacking, and starts swinging his weapon at those who refuse.

In the end the Night Lords kowtow before Mom on the bridge, apologizing profusely for the misunderstanding.

The son takes off his helmet to reveal a face painted black and white to resemble a skull and slick black hair falling down in a cascade. Lacking Konrad Curze's geneseed, he is rather dark and fat for a Night Lord.

He is still scary to unsuspecting humans, of course. Even with his armor off - just look at the scars on his back.

Whip scars, healed burns - perhaps some are red and fresh. Oh, how he can take punishment!

His mother is concerned with the severity of the gashes, hoping that he is practicing proper wound dressing.

Mom wants to know what he's been doing since being sent away. He starts recounting what he's been up to all these years, but he gets stopped every few sentences with his mom complaining and objecting to the cruelty and excess.

Despite the shock of learning what a creature he has grown up to be, they act like a fussy parent, forbidding him from doing this or that. The son in turn is like "Moooooom" I have to be scary so other Chaos Space Marines won't think I'm weak and beat me up or worse.

He tries to bargain, saying he'll only torture people who "really deserved it" and only [redacted] after his victims are dead.

Space Marines strongly desire the approval of their authority figures, and Mom was the first authority figure he ever imprinted on. There's nobody in the warband who he can trust the way he trusted his mother. No one who loves him that much.

Mom doesn't like him flaying people, or terrorizing innocents, or [redacted]. Also he needs to practice good hygiene. They are rather stubborn about how things ought to be done, and the look they give him is devastating.

The Night Lord Son swears he'll be better, if that's what it takes for Mom to keep loving him. Even if he gets made fun of by other Chaos Space Marines for being soft.

Perhaps the other sons have to talk Mom into more reasonable terms :c

#warhammer 40k #space marines #chaos space marines #imperial fists #black legion #taming hellhounds #night lords

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