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skzsauce01 · 3 years

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A Good Man

Anniversary Request Special

Description: Seungmin loves you so much so that he wished he was the one left behind in the plane crash, not your late husband.

Warning: guilt, plane crash, death

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: fem!reader x Seungmin

Chan was a good man— loyal, loving, reliable. Seungmin is a good man too, but Seungmin is not Chan, and he knows it. He knows it well.

He approaches you, bouquet in hand. You turn and smile when you hear him.

“Hi, Seungmin.”

“Hello, Y/N. Where’s Miyeon?”

“I left her with her grandma. She isn’t quite old enough to sit still for stuff like this yet.”

“I see.” He set the flowers by the picture of his late leader. “I should leave the two of you alone then.”

“No, wait, Seungmin,” you stop him. “Would you like to have dinner with us this evening?”

You’re inviting him to dinner? His eyes slide to Chan’s framed smiling face. No, he mustn’t get his hopes up. There probably isn’t something more to this invitation. You probably just don’t want to be alone on your late husband’s fifth death anniversary. “Sure. Where? I’ll see if any of the boys are free too.”

“No, I meant just the three of us at my place,” you clarify. “I… I have something to say.”

Seungmin can’t stop his heart from accelerating even though he knows it’ll hurt more later. “O-okay.”

You nod and turn back to the memorial. Seungmin watches as you whisper something into the single white carnation in your hand and set it on the altar before he himself turns to give you room.

He finds it ironic that he was actually the reason why you and Chan were together. You were his classmate whom he reunited with when Stray Kids did a reality show at a site you worked. He was even the best man at your wedding. He remembers that day clearly— that day when he saw you walking down the aisle dressed in white. He’d never felt so sick as he did then when realization and regret hit him all at once. He loves you. Since when, and for how long, he didn’t and doesn’t know, but it was and is too late.

He finds it even more ironic, however, that he is the reason you two are now torn apart.

He raises his finger and presses the bell. Within seconds, the door is thrown open wide and a bubbly five year old greets him. “Hello, Uncle Seungmin!”

He automatically bends down and scoops the child up. “Hi there, Miyeon. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Uh-huh! You can ask Mommy!”

As if on cue, you pop out from the kitchen. “Yes, she’s been a well-behaved angel. Welcome in, Seungmin.”

You take the melon he’d brought while he takes off his shoes. Seungmin’s a bit surprised to see three lit candles on the dining table when he walks in, but says nothing of it. He does, however, raise an eyebrow when you off-handedly mention you baked his favourite chocolate cake. He knows the recipe calls for red wine, and for a single mother such as you, anything that does not involve your child usually does not fit into your schedule, let alone cross your mind.

After dinner, you take your daughter to her playroom upstairs with a large plate of cookies that are obviously meant to keep her distracted for a while.

Seungmin watches as you scurry back downstairs afterwards. You’re wearing a skirt. He doesn’t remember you wearing a skirt since you gave birth. He thinks you’re gorgeous in anything, but the effort you put into looking nice makes him blush a shade darker.

“Shall we?” you dramatize, pulling out the dessert.

Seungmin helps lay out two plates while you serve a slice onto each.

“You mentioned you have something to say?” he asks as you both tuck your chairs in.

Are you blushing, or is it just the heat from these candles?

“I, uh… Let’s eat first.” You smile sheepishly. “I haven’t had this in so long.”

Despite having his favourite dessert, Seungmin cannot concentrate on its taste at all. He watches as you cut through the moist cake with your fork. He can tell you’re nervous by the way your joints are turning white by your grip on the utensil. He’s used to being the anxious one, so this is new. What could have gotten you so on edge?

At last, you’ve scraped every last drop of cream you can procrastinate with into your mouth. Seungmin takes the plates and sets them into the sink before sitting back down in front of you, waiting patiently.

“What I want to say is,” you begin carefully.

He nods once and leans forward, letting you know you have his attention.

“We’ve known each other for a while now, haven’t we?”

“Yes, why?” Goodness, this sounds like a line from every other friends-to-lover romcom skit. Not that he would mind. As long as you tell him you feel the same way he does, he wouldn’t care if you quoted “Twilight” verbatim. Oh, to be in a lighthearted romcom with you, Seungmin dreams of nothing more. Then again, he reminds himself, these are just dreams.

“Ever since… ever since Chan passed, we grew closer, and I depended on you a lot. You’ve been my cornerstone, and I wanted to say ‘thank you.’”

He nods again, but doesn’t say anything. He knows you enough by now to recognize you have more on your mind.

Indeed, you continue. “And over these past five years, my heart has—”

“Mommy!” A sudden cry sends you both to your feet.

“I’ll tell you later,” you toss over your shoulder to Seungmin who’s running right on your heels towards the cry.

“Miyeon!” you gasp, seeing the state of your daughter. Somehow, she has managed to squeeze through the gaps between the railing of the stairs and is hanging from the second floor. Below her, her stuffed monkey lays sprawled out on ground level.

“I’ll pull her up,” you decide, but Seungmin stops you.

“It’ll be hard to fit her back through those rails, and she’s crying too much to cooperate.” He stands under your daughter and extends his arms upwards. “Miyeon? Miyeon, let go. Uncle Seungmin will catch you. You’re going to be alright.”

The little girl stops wailing for a moment and looks down only to cry again from the intimidating height.

“Sweetie, it’s okay. You can do it. We won’t let you fall,” you add in. “You trust us, don’t you? You trust Mommy and Uncle Seungmin?”

She quiets down again and sniffles as she looks at you and Seungmin now instead of the floor. Her tiny arms are shaking, and you brace yourself, knowing she’s going to fall soon whether she wants to or not.

Miyeon whimpers once more and closes her eyes. She then finally releases her grip and lands squarely into Seungmin’s awaiting arms.

“Oof. There we go. Safe and sound,” he assures her.

Once she’s set on the floor, Miyeon again begins to bawl from shock. “Mr— Mr. Bananas wanted to climb. Mr. Bananas wanted to climb!” she sobs, gripping the stuffed animal you’ve returned back to her arms.

“Okay, okay, we understand. Still, no more climbing for you or Mr. Bananas, alright?” hushes Seungmin.

You pick up your daughter and bounce her on your shoulder. “I think she’s learned her lesson. I didn’t think we still needed baby rails, but I guess you can never be safe enough.”

Seungmin reaches for Miyeon. “Let’s put her to bed. She must be exhausted after all that.”

You nod and let him carry the five year old up the stairs once more. You have him wait downstairs though as you change the child, so he heads back down and makes himself comfortable on the couch. On the lamp table beside him, there’s a photo of you and Chan excitedly holding up an ultrasound. It is the only picture of the three of you together.

He runs this thumb over the other man’s face, wiping it free of any dust. “I’m sorry…” he whispers. “I know it’s not worth much, but I’ll keep Y/N and Miyeon safe and happy. I promise.”

He quickly sets down the picture and stands when he hears you closing the bedroom door.

“Is she alright?” Seungmin asks when he sees your head appear from around the corner.

You nod, descending the steps quietly. “She’s sleeping now. She’ll forget all about it by tomorrow morning.”

“I wish I could say the same when I get hurt. I can’t even sit in certain positions anymore,” he jokes.

You laugh lightly. “I’m glad you were here, Seungmin. Things could have been a lot different if it were just me.”

“I’m always happy to help. I should get going now though. You must be tired too.”

“Wait.” Your voice stops him at the front door. “The accident… I’m thankful you were here, and I realized it had to be you. You had to be the one to do it.”

His stupid hope is rising again. He can feel it in his chest. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

“Miyeon, she wouldn’t have trusted anyone except you. She needs you, and I… I need you too.”

Is he hearing incorrectly? His silence and bewilderment prompts you to explain. “The thing is, ever since Chan passed five years ago, you were the only one who’s been by my side, supporting and caring for me, and slowly, I’ve fallen for that. Seungmin, I know I come with a lot of baggage, but would you be willing to give us a try?”

He wants to jump, he wants to cheer, he wants to accept your confession, but none of this makes sense to logical Seungmin, so he restrains himself.

“Y/N, do you realize what you’re saying?”

You nod. “I-I know it’s sudden, but I like you, Kim Seungmin.”

“But you love Chan.”

You hesitate but nod in agreement anyway. “I’m not going to put you second. I—”

“Y/N, I killed Chan. Don’t you see? You should hate me instead. If it weren’t for me, you’d still have your husband, and Miyeon would still have a dad. If I hadn’t stood under that propeller after the plane crash, Chan wouldn’t have had to push me and get crushed in the head. I killed Chan, and no matter what I do— no matter how much I love you too— I can never stand in his place.”

You take a moment to stare at him, trying to read his body language after that confession of insecurity. After a while, you straighten your back and look him right in the eyes.

“You’re right.” He’s startled by your sudden firm tone. “You can never be Chan. You’re not a music-producing insomniac. You’re not Australian. You’re not born with curly hair.”

He swallows and hangs his head.

“But,” you continue. “I’m not looking for another Chan. I’m not looking to replace him; I’m looking for you.”

“Y/N…”

You soften your voice. “When I found out how he passed saving you, I knew I was going to be okay. I knew Chan wouldn’t leave me and his unborn child to fend for ourselves. He saved you because he knew he could count on you, and it’s why I trusted you from the beginning and why I let myself fall in love again.”

You walk up to him and take his hands. “Let me ask this again. Will you, Kim Seungmin, stand by my side, not as Chan, but as someone who loves and is loved?”

His heart pounds in his head, yet he cannot take his eyes off of yours. His throat is tied into knots, yet he cannot stop the words from tumbling out.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he breathes.

You smile and wrap him in a hug, which he finally returns. Just then, footsteps thump down the stairs and a five year old child waddles into view.

“Mommy?” she calls. She then takes a moment to look around before her eyes land on Seungmin. “Daddy?”

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet | Felix Lee

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Member: Felix Lee

Genre: fluff

Authors Note: I am trying to do this series with both AiB and Stray Kids, so here’s my first one! Enjoy!

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Considering how affectionate and cuddly he is with his members, with his S/O he’d be ten times more intense

His love language is physical touch, so he would always need to be touching his S/O is some way or another

Even a simple gesture like holding hands under the restaurant table is enough to make him feel reassured

He wouldn’t be able to sleep without wrapping all his limbs around his S/O, snuggling as close and possible and almost suffocating in their scent

While having a lazy day at home, Felix would not leave his S/O’s side

He would follow them to every room, like a little kitten

Felix would love getting his head pat. His S/O’s fingers running through his hair would be heaven for him

As Felix has mentioned to the other members, he heart would explode if his S/O came up behind him while he’s in the kitchen (while he’s washing dishes or something) and gave him a back cuddle

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Felix would honestly make the most amazing best friend in the world.

He would be the type of best friend that would show up at their house at 2am just to play Minecraft in their room

He would have the most crackhead energy around them 24/7

Always sticking to their side through thick and thin

He would always know how to cheer his best friend up, quoting vines and doing tiktok dances just to hear them laugh

He would also be so loving, big hugs and snuggles for everyone, especially his best friend

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I mentioned cuddling a bit in A, but here’s some more

Felix would absolutely adore cuddles

One of his favourite ways to cuddle is playing video-games while his S/O sat on his lap with their face tucked into his neck. He would love feeling their breaths on his skin and them leaving small kisses there every few minutes

During cuddling, Felix would love to tuck his hands underneath his S/O’s shirt to feel their warm skin, and then giggle when they yell at him for having cold hands

Felix would rub his head on their belly as their lying down, kissing the soft skin there and blowing raspberries against it to make them laugh

He would wrap his arms around their shoulders from behind them as their doing work and kiss their cheeks

After a long day apart, Felix would drag his S/O to bed and cuddle them like a teddy bear, making up for the lost time when they weren’t together, not letting them go until he’s satisfied with their love (never)

Felix would be so suffocating and cuddly, his S/O would wonder if he has separation issues at least 3 times a day

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Obviously Felix has a passion for cooking, so he would be more than happy to practice his skill whenever he could in the kitchen

Every time he made a good dish, his S/O would always be the taste-tester and give him their opinion

He would love to cook for his partner, and he would get so excited when they like his food

Around the house in general, I feel like he would be rather loud.

With his energy and vibe, he would make everyday be a party

Whilst doing boring chores with his S/O, he would blast fun music and dance while doing the laundry or vacuuming

It would take hours for them to finish cleaning anything, because they would have too much fun while doing so

Their living space would be so comfy, pillows and giant stuffed animals everywhere

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their S/O, how would they do it?)

I feel like Felix would do absolutely everything in his power to prevent a breakup

But if he was forced to make the decision, he would be torn

Felix seems like someone that would be very emotionally connected to his S/O, so a breakup would crush him

He would probably tell his partner straight up that he wanted to break up

He would sit them down and talk through it logically, trying to say things in the nicest way possible

If he’s the one that broke it off, he would probably try his best to stay positive and on his feet

But if his S/O broke it off, he wouldn’t even try to hide his hurt

He would cry when they tell him, asking what he did wrong and why they don’t love him anymore

It would take quite a while for him to get over them, because he seems like such an emotional person

F - Fiancé(e)

(How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don’t think Felix would be in a rush to marry his S/O

He’d see it as such a small thing in their relationship, not really caring whether they were married or not

He wouldn’t care about labelling their relationship too much. He’d probably just be happy in any dynamic

Of course, he would be committed to their relationship so strongly and would defiantly hope to marry them, but he wouldn’t think that it was necessary to rush things

To Felix, he wouldn’t rely on marriage to strengthen his relationship, as he probably believes he can be perfectly happy and committed without being married

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, I feel like Felix would be incredibly gentle with his S/O

He would always treat them like they’re so fragile, even after they reassure him over and over that they won’t break

Even just placing his hand on their back would be gentle, and he would hold their hands lightly because he’s worried about hurting them

Emotionally, Felix would be so in touch with how his S/O is feeling

Because he values trust and emotional connection in a relationship, he would be delicate with his partners emotions and always put how they are feeling first

He would constantly check on how his S/O is feeling, and probably loves having conversations about deep emotions, being so glad that his partner feels comfortable to open up to him

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I don’t know if you guys have noticed, but Felix ADORES hugs

He can never get enough of them, wanting to constantly be snuggled up in someone's arms like a little koala

It wouldn’t be any different with his S/O

Being with Felix would means hugs galore, and his partner doesn’t get a choice in it

All throughout the day, Felix would surprise his S/O with sudden cuddles and back hugs

Felix though loves hugs where he can run up to them and spin them in his arms

Or hugs where they wrap their legs around his waist, making him stumble and giggle

Every hug, Felix would nuzzle his face into his S/O’s neck and rub his face against their cheeks

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

It honestly wouldn’t take him long, maybe only a few weeks into dating

It would probably slip out during a phone call as he’s hanging up, not realizing what he said until he gets a text from his partner immediately saying “Love you too <3″

Or he would say it after a date when he’s dropping them off, giving them a big kiss then running off cheekily before they would respond

If his S/O said it to him first, he wouldn’t know how to react

He would become all blushy and shy, probably try to hide his red face behind his hands

He would say it back of course, but not before he has a moment to control his nervous laughing

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Definitely a jealous boyfriend, no doubt about it

He wouldn’t be really jealous to the point of annoyance, but he surely wouldn’t appreciate it if someone was flirting or touching his S/O in any way

If they spent the day whole day with someone while he was sitting at home on a day off, he would probably become a bit jealous

He would send them texts throughout the day, asking what they were doing and stuff like that

If his S/O talked to someone for ages while Felix was right next to them, he would become impatient after a while and want their attention back on him

In this situation he would probably squeeze their thigh gently or thread his fingers with theirs to reassure himself

He would become jealous out of insecurity, because sometimes he would probably feel down about himself and wonder why someone as perfect as his S/O was with him

But after a reassuring cuddling session and sweet words from his S/O, he would be completely back to his normal, energy-filled self

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Felix lives for kisses, no matter what kind

His absolute favourite kisses would be gentle ones, filled with love and intimacy

He would kiss his S/O at every chance he gets

Even when their just walking past them in the house, he would lean over and press his lips to their cheek, taking them by surprise

Or when they’re working on their computer at their desk, he would come up behind them and tilt their head back so he can give them a big smooch

His favourite place to kiss his S/O I feel like would be their belly

He could lay his head on their stomach and kiss the soft skin there for hours if it was just to hear them laugh about how it tickles

On him, he would love to be kissed on his forehead

Who doesn’t love a cute forehead kiss

He would love them because it’s such a tender and loving action

It would make him feel cared for and fussed over, which is his absolute favourite

If they kissed all his freckles individually and he would marry his S/O right there

L - Little Ones

(How are they round children?)

I get the feeling Felix actually loves kids

He gives me ‘big cousin that plays hide and seek with little cousins’ vibes

He could honestly play with kids for hours, never failing to make them laugh

He would probably love to babysit with his S/O, because secretly he imagines that they are looking after their own child together

If his S/O has nieces, nephews or baby cousins, he would buy the kids gifts on Christmas and their birthdays just so they like him more

If a kid ever uses puppy-dog eyes on him, he wouldn’t be able to refuse them anything

This means his future kids will be spoiled by their dad massively

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Felix would probably wake up quite early, getting out of bed to cook breakfast for himself and his S/O

If they aren’t awake by the time breakfast is on the table, he would sprint into their shared room and catapult onto the bed to wake them up

If his S/O isn’t a morning person, they’re in for a wild ride

He would rip the duvet off them and kiss them all over their face until they opened their eyes

If the sweet approach doesn’t work, then he would probably begin a pillow fight war

In the end, it always ends with both of them fallen off the bed laughing their heads off with pillows and duvets scattered everywhere

At breakfast, Felix and his S/O would talk about their plans for the day and clean up the kitchen together

N - Nights

(How are nights spent with them?)

Felix and his S/O would have the same bed-time routine

They would brush their teeth in the bathroom, always making each other laugh by making faces in the mirror and cracking terrible dad jokes

They’d probably go to sleep at a late hour, staying up and watching Netflix shows on one of their laptops

Felix would love to get his hair played with as they watched Netflix, becoming sleepier from the soothing feeling of his S/O’s fingers scratching his head

Felix would fall asleep first most of the time I think, and his S/O would either tuck his head into their chest or press themselves against his chest before drifting off to sleep while listening to Felix’s cute breaths

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

As I mentioned before, I think Felix values honesty and emotional connection in a relationship

This means that he would be very open from the beginning with his S/O

He wouldn’t want to hide any part of himself away from them, wanting them to know and understand him as well as they can

He would love having late nights conversations with his partner, talking about his dreams and passions for future years

He would want to be as open and honest in a relationship and he probably would want his partner to feel the same way

Hiding some aspect of himself would feel like he was lying to his S/O

He wants them to love him for who he truly is, so he’s not afraid to spill secrets and personal things about himself to his S/O

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

Felix seems like the most laid back person ever

He would hardly ever become mad

But when he does, he would become MAD mad

He would go completely silent, giving glares and snarky remarks to whoever angered him

The only things that his S/O would do that would truly set him off is ignoring his calls and texts when he doesn’t know where they are and when his S/O is talking themselves down in front of him

He seems like an anxious personality at some points, so if you don’t answer his texts or calls, he would immediately assume the worse

He also would hate his S/O calling themselves awful things while he’s right there, because in a way it’s insulting to him

If Felix became mad at his S/O, it honestly wouldn’t last too long

He wouldn’t hold grudges, but just sort of let his steam cool off and then be fine

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about their partner?)

Every. Little. Detail

His S/O would not be able to escape him

He would remember something they said weeks ago about a shirt they saw at the mall

“I bought you this shirt because you said you liked the colour.” “What? I looked at it for like 3 seconds...”

Sometimes he would remember things about his partner that they wouldn’t even be able to remember themselves

Even such minor things like how they tie their shoelaces

It honestly would be so cute, and he would always bring things up weeks later after his S/O mentioned it

“Why did you get us tickets to the zoo?” “...because you said you find meerkats cute a few weeks ago.”

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Every moment with his S/O would mean the world to Felix

But his favourite moments would be the simple ones

Like when their having movie date at home, snuggling on the couch with a rom com playing on the TV

He would value those moments because he loves the domestic and calming atmosphere, just enjoying being in his S/O presence

Let’s be honest, him and his S/O would probably not be focused on the movie at all

He would also value memories of going on adventures together

Like going to aquarium and seeing his partner become all excited and point at all the colourful fish

He could honestly watch them react to the sea creatures for hours, he would be so soft for his S/O smile and excitement

S - Security

(How protective are they? Would they like to be protected?)

Honestly probably quite protective

He would be so cautious for them all the time

Even just walking down the street he wouldn’t let go of their hand

It also goes back to him texting them throughout the day if they go out

He feels so much better when he’s reassured that they’re safe

He like to feel like their protector, it probably makes him feel stronger and boosts his confidence

When it comes to him being protected, he would love it

If his S/O is bigger than him, he would always push himself into their chest when he’s feeling vulnerable

Just being in his S/O arms would be enough for him, because their scent would automatically comfort him

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would treat his S/O like royalty, always making sure he puts in his best effort towards anniversaries and dates

I already mentioned it, but he would love cooking for his S/O

It would probably be his other love language; cooking for his partner

When it’s their anniversary, he would always make sure that he has a romantic restaurant dinner reserved for them

He would pamper them all day, not leaving their side and doing the smallest tasks for them

For gifts, he would prefer making his S/O gifts rather than buying them

He would make cute photo collages of them both to give to them

Or he would make necklaces and bracelets for them from scratch

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He would sometimes accidentally laugh in serious situations when his S/O needs him to be understanding

It wouldn’t be really bad, but it may start an argument if his S/O doesn’t tell him to be serious

He also would sometimes get a bit too clingy, mainly due to insecurity

If his S/O wants some time alone, Felix might take it personally, thinking that they’re sick of him

And lastly, would probably play video-games until really late on some nights

Most of the time his partner wouldn’t care and would probably join him on most occasions

But sometimes when they just want to go to bed and cuddle their boyfriend, they might find it a bit annoying

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Always wants to look his best for his S/O

No matter how much they reassure him about how they don’t care what he looks like, he would still worry about it

Would be kind of embarrassed if he thought he wasn’t looking attractive

Would hide his face in his S/O’s chest if he wasn’t feeling the most confident

During heated moments he would tuck his head into their neck, probably self-conscious about his facial expressions

His S/O would have to reassure him a lot, but Felix wouldn’t complain, because he lives off praise and compliments

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, home is where ever his S/O is

Because he is someone who becomes very emotionally connected quickly, his S/O would be such a huge part of his life that he wouldn’t be able to live without

Even just one night of not having them in his arms feels foreign and strange to him

He would love his S/O with his whole heart, not holding back any aspect of his affection for them

His S/O would be so important to him, and he would want them to feel the exact same way back

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

He would absolutely love torturing his partner with harmless pranks

Like hiding behind doors to scare them and putting sticky notes all over their shared room (even though he’s also pranking himself??)

He’s such a trickster and any moment being with him is chaotic

After he’s learnt a new tiktok dance, he would run excitedly to his partner and show them, which always ends in tears of laughter

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Would hate to have a partner who is incredibly quiet around both him and other people

He would want someone who matches his energy and has the same humour as him

He also wouldn’t like it if his S/O was very distant, or if they didn’t value spending quality time with him

He would feel neglected or unloved if he dated someone like that

On a lighter note, he would absolutely HATE bugs I feel

His S/O would always have to be the one to take bugs outside if they found one in the house

If both of them have a fear of bugs, then it would take hours to get the smallest of beetles out of their room

Every time it began to fly, they would both scream and shove each other to get away from it

Would honestly be hilarious to watch though

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Either spreads out like a starfish and hogs the bed, or snuggles into the tightest ball possible

There’s no in-between

He wouldn’t snore at all I feel, and would be a light sleeper

Even the smallest of sounds outside makes him wake up all alert

Rarely has nightmares, but when he does he wakes up and tucks himself closer to his S/O while kissing their face to reassure him it was just a dream

He would love to have so many pillows and stuffies on the bed, wanting to be as comfortable as possible

Probably goes to sleep wrapped up like a burrito, but then wakes up with all the covers off him

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missgarnet · 3 years

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Baby Daddies Ch. 3

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: pg13?

Genre: fluff, and a little bit of chaos

Summary: So... no one tells you what to expect when you and your friends with benefits are about to have a child. (All plans are thrown out the window when your 7 closest friends find out they're going to become dads.)

Warnings: My own horrible sense of humor, pregnancy, Jin feels left out, and even more chaos

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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“You know, if you keep stealing my clothes I won’t have anything to wear. I’ll be forced to walk around the apartment completely nude.” Hoseok teased as he spotted you in another one of his shirts.

“Ooooh now that’s an offer I can hardly refuse. Comfy shirts and a handsome man strutting around my house without any clothes. If only he would make me breakfast too.”

“We could call the guys, see if one of them wants to get breakfast together.”

“Nah,” you said, trying to catch the toast before your overly excited toaster could throw it across the room this time. “They’ve all been so busy with work this week. I know you all said to call anytime, but you need to be taking care of yourselves too.”

Hobi started the coffee pot and sat down at the counter, going back into the routine the two of you had fallen into this last week. “Speaking of the other guys, when are you going to tell them? I know you said you wanted a little more time but they deserve to know too, we’re all in this together.”

“I know, I just don’t want to deal with everyone finding out all at once.I’m hanging out with Jimin and Tae tonight, I thought I should probably tell them next so they don’t have to hear it from Jungkook”

“Oooh, I almost forgot about your little date tonight!” Hoseok joked.

You huffed and rolled your eyes at this, ”It’s not a date, Tae finally got an offer from that gallery downtown. He just wanted to check out some of the other photography there to figure out how he wants to set everything up, and then we’re going back to their place to hangout.”

The words you were saying might have been more believable if you hadn’t started burying your face in your hands, trying to will away the heat of embarrassment. After all you were just friends, sure you were having a kid together now but that was it. All of you had slept together over the years, but it wasn’t like you were actually dating any of them. It wasn’t your place to go on dates with Jimin and Tae, or get jealous when one of your friends got a little too handsy with Jin.

Each of you adored one another more than anything, but that’s what friends are for. You’d be kidding yourself to think it was anything more. Hobi seemed to notice something was off, pulling you onto the couch with him as he turned on one of your favourite game shows.

Just as the two of you finally settled on the couch the door was thrown open by Jimin, “Surprise shawty!”

“I swear you’ve been around Jungkook too much again,” You said shaking your head as he strolled into your apartment with makeup bags tucked under his arm and a curling iron in his hand.

You trailed him to the little bathroom attached to your room, lifting yourself to sit on the counter as he started pulling the makeup brushes from their bag. The rest of the guys used to tease the two of you about taking so long to get ready, but you enjoyed the little routine you’d fallen into.

There was a comforting warmth in your chest as he helped you get ready and you were happy to bask in every moment of it, taking in the gentleness of him sweeping the makeup brushes across your skin, his sweet smile right in front of you as he played with one of the curls he just finished, the little furrow of his eyebrows as he tried to focus on getting your eyeliner perfect on the first try.

“Are you ready to go yet?” Taehyung called from the couch.

You glanced over at Jimin, still touching up his makeup in the mirror. “I’m not sure that I’m the one you should be asking. I just have to zip up my dress and then I’m good to go.”

“Hobi, could you give me a hand? I can’t reach the zipper.”

He moved your hair out of the way as he gently tugged the zipper up, but there was just one problem. “Y/N… the zipper’s not going any higher.”

It was one of your looser fitting dresses, you’d been hoping that the higher waistline would let you keep wearing it for a little while longer. Unfortunately the twins were getting bigger every day, which meant that you were too. This wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d have had any time to go shopping for your first set of maternity clothes. Most of your week had been spent wearing one of Hobi’s shirts or the hoodies you stole from Jungkook.

“Houston, we have a problem.” Tae and Jimin looked up as you said this, “None of my clothes are fitting and I can’t keep stealing clothes from you guys. I think it’d be easier if you guys just went without me this time”

Jimin hopped off the counter “Nope, you can borrow something from one of us for now and then we can go buy something for you to wear tonight.”

Before you could even argue you noticed Tae already giving you puppy dog eyes, “Please? It wouldn’t be the same without you, and we could have fun picking out clothes too.”

Needless to say the two of them easily suckered you into what was supposed to be a brief shopping trip. It was supposed to be a quick run, but the baby section was right next to the maternity clothes, and it couldn’t hurt to look. Everything was so cute and the three of you ended up going even deeper into the aisles looking at the cribs, stuffed animals, and baby blankets.

“It’s so cute.” Jimin said holding up the tiniest button up you’d ever seen. Tae was right next to him looking at another impossibly small pair of converse. The boys had been piling almost every adorable little baby thing they could find into the cart without you noticing until now.

Reaching into the cart you started picking up each piece on it’s own. There were onesies, dresses, and even little mittens. Everything just felt so tiny and fragile in your hands. “Guys, this is too much. It still feels too soon to be getting all this, they’re still really small and we don’t need all of it right away.”

“You’re right, we already have a lot of the basics anyway.” Tae said as if that were obvious.

“We do?”

“Yea,” Jimin added. “We’ve all ordered a couple things, but Jin and Namjoon have a small collection in the guest room right now.”

You picked up one of the onesies from the cart, tracing the two little elephants printed on the front. Were you really the only one who wasn’t prepared for all this? Maybe this was a sign, you still didn’t feel ready for all this but you had people who were. And that was enough for you to try. “What if we just get two of these, that way they can have matching outfits. Maybe we can come back and get two of the little bouncy chairs in a few months.”

It was hilarious to see the look on their faces once everything clicked. Jimin was trying to keep his makeup from smudging as he fought to hold back tears, and Tae was overjoyed as well, throwing his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

As the three of you were finally leaving the store with way more than you needed, you noticed Tae frowning as he typed out a message on his phone. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I was just asking Namjoon if we needed to start buying two of everything now.”

“Oh dear,” you muttered as you snatched your phone from your purse trying to get a hold of him before he saw Tae’s message. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to know, you just felt like he deserved more than just a text from one of the guys.

Pausing for a moment you began to tap your foot chanting “pick up, pick up” over and over again. You were right about to hang up and try again as the ringing came to a halt. “Hey Namjoon, what are you doing right now?”

“I’m at the maknae’s. Why, what’s up?” He sounded out of breath and you swear you could hear Jungkook and Hobi shouting in the background.

Taking a deep breath you figured it’d be best to just rip off the bandaid and tell him as soon as possible. “I wanted to tell you in person, but then Tae texted and I felt like it would be better if I just called and told you myself. And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but we’re having twins.”

It went silent for a second before you could hear him laughing through the phone, “You’re fine, Yoongi already told me after you three got back from your appointment. He wanted to know if there was anything we should be doing to help, and I just figured you’d bring it up whenever you were ready.”

“I’m sorry, I should have told you earlier. I promise I’ll get better at talking about all this.”

“What are they like? Do they have their dads’ good looks yet?”

“Not yet, but they have Jimin’s hands.” Glancing to the side you could see him trying to glare at you but failing to hold back a smile.

You didn’t realize they were leading you home until you were taking the elevator to the maknaes’ apartment, Taehyung pulling you through the door as Jimin carried the bags that he managed to sneak away from you. They set everything in the hall and rushed to meet the others in the living room.

As you rounded the corner you could see Jimin yelling at Jungkook again, “Ya! Why didn’t you tell us? I take care of you and you can’t even tell me that I’m about to be a dad of two.”

“How could you keep the twins all to yourself!” Tae jokingly complained as he flopped down onto Jungkook’s lap.

Hobi poked his head out from Jungkook’s room trying to see everyone, “what’s going on?”

Tae looked up and used the puppy eyes he knew none of you could resist as he pouted, “Kookie was keeping the twins all to himself and didn’t tell us about them.”

The face he was making was just too adorable for you to ignore, but before you were able to give him forehead kisses like you had hoped, Jin peeked out from the same room Hobi had come from. Had it been any other day, your eyes may have fallen to the hickeys on his chest, his belt hanging halfway off, or the way his shirt had missing buttons from being torn off by one of the guys. Instead your gaze fell to the saddened look on Jin’s face.

“Was I the only one you didn’t tell?”

The room was uncomfortable silent and you noticed Hobi awkwardly creeping his way back into Jungkook’s room. Jungkook finally broke the silence as he cleared his throat, “I’m just gonna give you guys some space.”

You looked up to see all three of the maknaes getting up to rush into Jungkook’s room and avoid the awkward situation they were leaving you in. “Jin, I’m so sorry.”

“No you’re not. None of you are. I’m the one who’s always been there taking care of all of you, and I’m always the one being left out.”

“That’s not true.”

He sighed and shook his head, “It is. Why do you think I’ve been at your place so much these last couple weeks? I just wanted to feel like I had a part in all of this. It was wrong of me to start betting on how far along you were, but I wasn’t trying to be mean. I just thought if you were a little further along then they might be just mine.”

“Jin, you are just as much a part of this as the rest of us. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out in any way.” You sat down on the couch, pulling him along with you.

He laid next to you and pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you and gently placing one hand on your stomach. “I just want to know that all of you are going to be okay. I know you don’t want to talk about everything right away, but you can’t just close me out. If I’m a part of this then I want to do this together as a family.”

“I know, I’m trying.” you said intertwining your hand with his. As much as the two of you like to joke around and bicker with each other, you could never stop caring about Jin. There was something about being wrapped up in his arms that always made you feel safe and cared for. “You know, there’s still a lot I don’t know about you either.”

“I am an open book, ask me anything.”

You knew that was true for the most part, Jin and you might constantly annoy one another but the two of you shared everything… well almost everything. “What’s that story you won’t let Joonie tell me.”

“Let me rephrase that. Ask me anything else.”

“I mean, if neither of you will tell me I could just ask Hobi.”

“There’s a reason we don’t talk about it. It might be the only secret that Hoseok can keep.”

“Come on, you already told me about the time you ran over two kids and almost broke your nose trying to sled with Joon. What’s so bad you can’t tell me, weren’t we best friends?”

“Yes, which is why I’m not telling you.”

“Ok, what about this? You tell me what happened, and if the twins are both boys you get to name one of them whatever you want.”

You hadn’t noticed the other boys leaving the room they were hiding in until Namjoon walked into the room and immediately sent Jin a warning look, “Don’t do it.”

Jin didn’t even hesitate as he blurted out, “A couple years ago Namjoon and I got married in Vegas!”

Everyone’s heads whipped towards the eldest man as he said that, the youngest of the group in shock and the older half already shaking their head or roaring with laughter. You however were wondering if you’d even heard that right, surely your best friend at the time wouldn’t get married without telling you. “You what now?”

Noticing everyone’s eyes on him, Jin’s face began to grow red as a tomato. “Remember when you went on vacation with the maknaes and the rest of us went to Vegas? Well, we met this guy dressed as Elvis, had a couple drinks, and played the slot machines. Next thing I know it’s two days later and I find a video of us getting married by a drag queen.”

“Jin, what the fuck?”

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At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 1

Christmas morning finds Ashton and Y/N reminiscing about their very first holiday together – with both of their flights cancelled the strangers make the hasty decision to rent a room until they can leave for their own destinations. The pair soon finds out that there’s much more than they’ve bargained for when there’s only one bed in their hotel room. story masterlist. | masterlist. word count: 4492 words tags/warnings: past: missed flights. some swearing. slow burn flirting. room sharing. “there’s only one bed”. & present: dad!Ashton. fem!mom!reader. married fluff with kids and a dog. Christmas morning cuteness. tooth rotting fluff. nostalgia.

Ashton wasn’t sure what woke him so early in the morning – it definitely wasn’t Tyler bouncing on the bed with Bailey hot on his heels, barking from the door because he knew he wasn’t allowed in the master bedroom. And it wasn’t Henry either because he would have been already up if he heard his younger son crying for one of you. He found that the house was dark and quiet, and that his back was cold even though the sheets were wrapped around his body the way he liked them. He squinted an eye at the clock on his nightstand, the green digits showing 4.38 AM, slowly ticking towards Christmas morning.

He reached backwards, fingers looking for the body that was never too far away, wanting to wrap his arm around his lover and go back to sleep. But the bed was empty, the sheets almost cold where he grasped them, and he sleepily turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. Propping himself up on his elbow Ashton looked around the room, searching for any sign where you could be, and when finding none he kicked off his blankets, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor to look for you.

There were no sounds coming from the closet or the bathroom so he checked the guest bedroom where he usually found you curled up in bed with the boys and Bailey for an afternoon nap. A smile pulled at his lips as he saw his sons sleeping soundly in the big bed with the dog keeping them company, guarding their dreams. Ashton still remembered the day he brought home the puppy as a gift to you, just a month before finding out that you were pregnant with Tyler. For a while he wasn’t sure that keeping the dog was a good idea, especially as he grew bigger by the day and with Tyler’s due date drawing closer he needed to realize that he was scared how Bailey would react to the new addition to the family.

But Bailey was in love with his new little owner from the moment you brought him home from the hospital, and the two of them were inseparable to the point that you let go of all the previously set rules and let him climb up on the sofa to curl around the little boy while he slept. When Henry was born you let Tyler introduce his brother and the dog to each other, ready for every possible outcome, and happily finding out that Bailey loved the new baby just as much as he loved Tyler.

Ashton stepped closer, tucking the sheets back around his sons, lightly chuckling as Bailey snored next to the sleeping boys. Tyler begged you to let them all sleep together in the guest bedroom since it was Christmas and neither of you could say no to him as he hugged the dog’s neck, both of them giving you puppy eyes and an all too familiar pout that Ashton was sure was your genetics. Henry fell asleep during the first five minutes of your bedtime story, and Tyler wasn’t far behind as he clutched his favourite stuffed animal with Bailey snuggled behind him. With the boys sleeping it was time to put all the presents under the tree and stuff the stockings you hung over the fireplace, both of you giggling as you shared the cookie and milk left for Santa. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, and Ashton buried his face in your hair, mumbling one last ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes.

He made his way back to the hallway and down the stairs, ready to look for you in the living room or the kitchen. The lights were already up on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and another smile pulled at his lips as he finally found you snuggled up in front of the window, a big fluffy blanket wrapped around your legs with an empty mug sitting on your lap. When you heard his footsteps you looked up at Ashton, smiling back at him as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“There you are,” his voice was slightly scratchy, still heavy with sleep, and he nuzzled his nose against your skin, smearing a kiss on your lips. “Was scared Santa took you because I was a naughty boy this year.”

“I like a naughty boy,” you giggled, kissing his pouty lips, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his head. “Just wanted a little peace and quiet before the boys wake up. I love them, but they are little firecrackers.”

“Wonder where they’ve got it from,” Ashton grinned, knocking his forehead against yours. “Can I join you?”

“Only if you bring me more hot chocolate,” you tapped a finger against your empty mug, making Ashton chuckle.

“Of course, hot mama,” he blew a raspberry on your cheek before going to the kitchen, your giggles making his heart skip a beat.

He busied himself with making hot chocolate for the both of you, his eyes meeting yours every now and then, sharing smiles and winks as he put an extra dose of marshmallows into your mug and a little more whipped cream than necessary on top of his own – after all, it was Christmas. You held onto both mugs as he settled behind you, legs bracketing you in, pulling another blanket around his shoulders as you snuggled up together. Ashton rested his chin on top of your head, taking small sips of his drink as he held you close, enjoying the quiet moment he got to spend with you.

“Remember London?” Ashton asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, knowing all too well that you could never forget about London.

“I kinda miss the snow, you know,” you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him. “Makes me wish the kids could have a white Christmas.”

“I think we could take a trip next year. Maybe not London, but definitely somewhere where there is snow.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” you reached for his free hand, fingers tangling together in your lap, and you felt Ashton’s ring knock against your own, making you smile.

“I would miss a thousand flights for you,” he whispered against your temple, pressing a kiss onto your hairline while squeezing your hand.

“We both know you did not miss your flight, Ash,” you gave him a cheeky smile while tapping his nose, making him scrunch up his face in a giggle. “But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Thank God for snowstorms, right?”

*****

“You’ve got to be shitting me!”

Your eyes lifted from the book you were reading, trying to kill your time while you waited for news about your delayed flight. The terminal was packed with confused and irritated people, all of them wanting to get real information why the planes weren’t landing or taking off. The guy sitting from across you mumbled another curse as he listened to the woman talking on the loudspeaker, announcing that the flight to Sydney will be delayed for another two hours or so. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tapped his phone, rapidly texting someone before pocketing it again, legs bouncing nervously. You knew the feeling all too well – your plane back to Los Angeles has been delayed three times already, and deep down you were ready to spend the night at the terminal, curled up in a plastic chair; you already knew you won’t make it back home on time.

Another 30 minutes passed before the announcements finally came – one after the other flights got cancelled because of a snowstorm hitting London. The crew worked hard to at least help the planes land, but you caught word that there won’t be any take offs for the next few days. You still held onto the little bit of hope you had that your trip back home will happen; they did not say anything about cancelling your flight yet. Your handsome stranger wasn’t so lucky – as they started listing off another set of cancelled flights he realized that the one to Sydney won’t be taking off, making him kick his chair as he scrambled for his phone again.

He paced the floor in front of you as he called one person after the other, quickly going to the front desk for more information before coming back and continuing his phone calls. You kept an eye on his things while you’ve read just to be sure he doesn’t come back to missing bags and another misfortune to deal with. A series of colourful curses caught your attention as he plopped down in a chair, pushing the button on his phone and trying to make it work, and you were sure he was seconds away from throwing it to the floor.

“You wanna borrow mine?” you found yourself asking, and his head snapped up, blinking at you. “Or if you need a charger I can give you one.”

“Uhm– yeah. A charger would be great, thanks,” he closed his fingers around the phone before standing up and stepping to you, and you reached into your bag to hand it to him. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you gave him a smile, nodding to the wall behind you. “You can plug it in here. I don’t mind.”

He mumbled another quick ‘thank you’ before plugging in his phone, and as he waited for it to switch back on he brought over his bags, settling down next to you. Another set of phone calls were made, apologies spilling out of him as he tried to let everyone know that he will be a few days late, don’t worry about him, he will figure this out, he just won’t be home for Christmas.

“Still hoping that plane will take you to Sydney?” you rested your head back against the wall when he finished yet another call. “Or are you planning on set up camp here for the next 3 days?”

“You don’t seem like someone who plans on leaving either. So where’s gonna be your tent?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, making you chuckle.

“They did not cancel my flight. Yet,” you added, knowing that it was a possibility that you have to spend the next few days here.

There was static coming from the loudspeaker again, making everyone turn quiet as the woman from before announced that unfortunately the weather was so bad that all flights got cancelled for the next few days. You looked back at your stranger who gave you a knowing look, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you over all of this.”

“That my name is Y/N.”

“Ashton,” he held out his hand and you shook it, both of you holding onto the other just a little longer than it was necessary. “Should we set up camp now?”

*****

“Whose clever idea was it to rent a room and share it?” you scooped a melted marshmallow onto your spoon, holding it up to Ashton’s mouth.

“Probably mine,” he mumbled around the sticky sweetness, licking the rest off the spoon. “Not that you objected.”

“I really didn’t want to sleep at the airport,” the confession wasn’t anything new, but still to this day it made you blush. “I just wanted a shower and a few hours of sleep.”

“And you ended up with a bed full of me,” grinning Ashton pressed a series of kisses along your cheek, nuzzling close to you and rubbing his scruffy chin against your skin, making you laugh. “Shh, don’t wake the kids!”

*****

“Are you sure about it?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here.”

There was much less commotion now that people started to accept the fact that the snowstorm over London was no joke and that all flights were cancelled. You’ve spent another two hours sitting in your chairs with Ashton, talking about whatever came to mind as you waited for things to calm down, contemplating your options. He offered to buy you a warm drink and both of you moved to the Starbucks that was mostly empty now, your little corner secluded and quiet in the place that never seemed to stop.

He was scrolling through his phone for a long time before finally looking up at you, and you rubbed your eyes, trying to stay awake. Your plans originally included a long nap on the plane, followed by another 12 hours of rest to sleep off your jetlag. Cancelled plane rides and being stuck in London wasn’t on your list, yet here you were, drinking hot chocolate with a stranger who was just as lost as you were.

“I’ve found a hotel room nearby,” Ashton announced, pushing his foot against yours under the table. “We could split and stay until we can both travel home.”

“You don’t even know me,” you rested your chin in your hand, playing with your empty paper cup. “I don’t know you. Sharing a room sounds like a crazy idea.”

“What I know is that you’re about to fall asleep right at this table, and that I don’t plan on staying here for 3 days if I can help it. I also don’t plan on leaving you here since you were really nice to me and I could use the company,” Ashton shrugged his shoulder, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “And… it’s Christmas. No one should be alone.”

“So you don’t think I’m a crazy fan trying to take advantage of you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling and kicking your foot against his, making him huff out a laugh.

“Geez, you’re so weird,” he shook his head. “You couldn’t even remember the band’s name even after I’ve told you it five times. Five times, Y/N!”

“You’ve also told me it was 500 Years of Winter and made me listen to a song that was called Pizza.”

“That look on your face was priceless,” his smile was wide, making dimples appear on his cheeks, and you needed to remind yourself to start breathing again.

“Are you sure about it?” you stirred the conversation back to the topic, biting your bottom lip. “Do you really want to share a room with me?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here,” he took both empty cups to throw them away, holding his hand out to you in invitation. “So – are you coming?”

“You know… I could really use a shower,” you slipped your hand in his, letting him help you up.

Something caught both of your attention, eyes meeting before slowly looking up above you, finding a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, placed perfectly over the table you’ve shared. His eyes were hazel with green and gold flecks, and you’ve realized you were staring at him for longer than you should have. Ashton’s lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the bottom one before quickly licking over it, another blush colouring his cheeks. A moment passed, and you both let out an awkward chuckle, stepping away from the table, mumbling about silly holiday traditions. But it was too late – the spark was already there.

*****

“I really wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe,” Ashton wrapped both arms around you, and you burrowed against his chest, head resting over his heart.

“I wanted you to kiss me,” you pressed your lips against his throat, following the line of his shirt to the back of his neck, turning so you could straddle his thighs. “I remember getting lost in your eyes.”

Your fingers played with the short curls at the nape of his neck, foreheads knocked together as you stared into each other’s eyes. Ashton tilted his head forward, brushing his lips against yours in an almost kiss, tongue poking out to lick the corner of your mouth. You both giggled and Ashton curled his palms around your jaw, pulling you in for a real kiss, one that took both your breaths away.

“I wonder if you would have tasted like this back then,” he mumbled against your lips, voice full of longing and nostalgia.

“You’ve bought me a hot chocolate, so I would like to think so,” you pecked his nose, brushing the stray curls back from his forehead. “I wonder if you’ve looked for mistletoes after our missed chance.”

“I was ready to drag you under one for a kiss,” Ashton squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer to himself. “But I guess we didn’t need one in the end.”

*****

“Hey, I’ve called ahead to reserve a room for two,” Ashton lightly tapped his fingers against the counter, smiling at the girl behind the desk. “Under Fletcher Irwin.”

The lobby was heavily decorated with Christmas ornaments and sparkly garlands, and you could see a tall Christmas tree behind a set of glass double doors, probably leading to the other side of the hotel and the restaurant. You felt slightly overwhelmed by the place and the fact that you’re gonna spend the next few days here with a man you barely know, but you’ve tried to tell yourself that this was an unexpected emergency case, and anything was better than sleeping at the airport. Ashton said something and the girl giggled before looking at you, a knowing smile spreading across her face as she handed the keys to him, wishing the both of you a pleasant stay at the hotel.

Ashton stepped back next to you to grab both of your heavy bags and suitcases, ushering you towards the elevator. The ride up to the 7th floor was quickly over, and you dragged your stuff to the room at the end, ready to drop for the night. Ashton opened the door for you, letting you go in first.

“They’re sending up some dinner in half an hour,” he said as he closed the door, locking it behind his back. “In case you’re hungry.”

“If I can stay up that long then I’m sure gonna appreciate it,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Come, let’s settle down and then you can shower first,” he tugged off his jacket, moving behind you to help you with your own coat. “Here, let me help you.”

“You’re way too nice to me,” you chuckled, giving him a pointed look. “I’m onto you.”

“My Mom taught me manners,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle of his own, hanging up your coats before kicking off his shoes. “It’s just who I am.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you,” there was a bashful smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, and to take the attention off of him he nodded towards the bedroom. “Let’s check that out, shall we?”

You turned around and stepped into the dark room, fingers fumbling for the light switch. When you’ve found it you flicked it on, making the room light up. You felt a blush heat your cheeks as your eyes looked around the room, biting your lip in the process.

“Uhm– Ashton?”

“Yeah? What’s that?” he stepped next to you and you saw the moment realization hit him as well.

“There’s only one bed.”

*****

“Do you think we were set up?” your forehead rested on his shoulder, fingers drawing over the lines on his palm, and you felt Ash push his cheek against the top of your head, humming slightly.

“You still think the girl at the front desk did it?” his other hand settled on your waist, drawing the same patterns on your skin.

“Maybe,” you chuckled, tangling your fingers together. “Maybe not. But I do remember you asking for separate beds. Twice.”

“I did tell you I was okay with sleeping on the couch,” Ashton moved so he could pull your interlocked hands to his lips, kissing over your knuckles and your ring. “More than two times.”

“I just didn’t think it would be fair, you know?” you still played with his fingers, giving him a pout. “You offered me that we could share a room, so making you sleep on the couch after that… no, I couldn’t do it.”

“Y/N…” Ashton nudged his nose against yours, tilting your chin up to press his lips to your lips, whispering against them. “Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

*****

There were phone calls made down to the front desk, but it was clear that they couldn’t do anything about the situation – all the other rooms were full already. You pulled your legs under yourself on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest as Ashton asked once again if they were sure, but as he finished the call you knew he did not succeed.

“Look, it’s… it’s fine,” you’ve tried to break the sudden tension between you two, not wanting to spend the next few days awkwardly stepping around each other. “The bed’s big enough, I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“No, look, I– I’ve promised you your own bed, and I’m gonna keep my promise,” Ashton ran his fingers through his hair, giving you a forced smile. “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch. I’ve done it a hundred times before, it’s nothing new.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Ashton quirked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged your shoulder. “My Mom also taught me manners and told me to share what I have with those who have less than me.”

“Trust me, it’s no trouble at all,” he shook his head, standing up when there was a knock on the door. “It’s probably our dinner, I’ll go get it.”

While you ate your food you’ve tried a few more times to make Ashton change his mind, but he brushed off your offers even though you could sense a small crack in his armour when you gave him a pout. He made a joke about how you should stop with the puppy dog eyes, and you were quickly back to teasing each other like the discussion about your sleeping arrangements didn’t happen at all.

An hour later you were out of the bathroom, freshly showered and feeling like a brand new person. Ashton was lounging on the couch, getting used to his bed for the next few days; he gave you a smile when you passed him, eyes lingering on your form just a second too long before going back to his phone. You pretended that you did not just blush under his gaze as you pulled the robe tightly around your body.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now,” you leaned against the doorframe as he looked up at you again. “I see you’ve already taken your side of the bed to the couch.”

“I promise you I’ll be fine,” he chuckled, sitting up. “Stop worrying about me.”

“Are you really sure…?”

“I’m sure, trust me.”

“Alright,” you held his gaze for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. “Good night, Ashton.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You could feel his eyes on your back as you closed the door, almost turning back around to ask him one more time. You heard as he was moving around in the small living room, probably setting up his makeshift bed before going to the bathroom to shower. With the blanket pulled up to your chin you listened to Ashton’s sounds, letting them slowly lull you to sleep.

But your rest didn’t last long as you found your eyes opening in an hour or two, trying to work out where you really were. Then it all came back to you – the delayed and cancelled flights, your handsome stranger and how he bought you coffee and offered you to stay in a hotel room together. How there was only one bed and how Ashton promised you that he was absolutely okay with sleeping out on the couch. You could hear a slight bit of moving coming from the living room, quiet snores breaking the silence around you. Another moment passed and you slipped out of bed, opening the door and looking out into the next room.

Ashton was sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, a leg hanging off to the side as he slept. It didn’t look comfortable at all, and without thinking twice about it you slowly moved to the couch, crouching down next to him on the floor. You felt your heart beating in your ears, your throat working around silent words as you tried to speak them. A finger brushed against his forearm, stroking over tattoos you didn’t know were there, and he moved his arm above his head, burrowing against his pillow.

“Ashton,” your voice was only a whisper, knuckles lightly running down his arm again, slowly moving to his forehead to brush the hair back from his face. He hummed in his sleep, leaning into your touch before his eyes fluttered open.

“What’s wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes to wake up a bit more.

“No, nothing, I just– just come to bed, please,” your hands fell into your lap, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as Ashton propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve thought we were over this,” his fingers ran through his hair, a confused expression on his face.

“I know and I’m sorry, but please understand that my conscious won’t let me sleep until you’re out here on the couch,” you were well-aware of the pout on your lips, the one that seemed to work on Ashton, and he let out a sigh. “The bed is big enough for two. We can sleep on the two ends, I really don’t mind.”

“Only because my back is killing me,” he finally sat up, moving his neck and shoulders to work out some kinks in it. “Alright, lead the way.”

He pulled the blanket around his shoulders while you grabbed the pillows from the couch, shuffling back to the bedroom with Ashton following you. You moved your bedding to the far side of the bed, piling his pillows onto his side before sliding back under your sheets. Ashton climbed up next to you, quickly finding a comfortable position for himself as he buried his face in his pillow.

“Will you be able to sleep now?” he yawned, smacking his lips as he burrowed into his blankets.

“Mmhh, yeah. Good night, Ashton,” you turned so your back was facing him, and you heard him do the same.

“Night-night,” he whispered, probably already falling back to sleep, and you closed your eyes, trying to do the same. He shuffled around a bit, lightly jolting the mattress until he settled down then a moment later you heard him mumbling. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

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musichelan · 4 years

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Chapter 1

Christopher hates to keep secrets from his family. Especially the one he has right now -- Stray Kids. It didn't feel right to keep the secret from them, but Chan was afraid. He's afraid of being rejected by his second closest family.

He made sure to keep his Little side well hidden from the eyes of his members. He doesn't want to lose his family because of a childish habit.

"Chan hyung! Are you coming with us to dinner?" Jeongin asked again before they leave. Chan smiled at the maknae, shaking his head softly.

"Nah, I think I'll just stay at home. I need to catch up some sleep anyways, " Chan replied, looking at his unofficial children as they leave the dorm. Once Jisung closed the door, Chan pulled out his box of Little Things from his room. Getting excited that he can be Little for at least two full hours (God knows how long the boys can eat, they once stayed at a restaurant for more than three hours just for lunch), the Aussie placed the box at the living room before changing into something more comfortable.

"Now, Channie can pway!" Chan clapped his hands, giggling at his stuffed bunny, Bunny. One thing Chan loves about Little Space is that he can refer himself to whatever the hell he wanted and no one can say otherwise.

During a heated discussion with Bunny about carrots, Chan felt his stomach growled. He dismissed it to continue his discussion with Bunny, but not a minute later his stomach growled louder. The Little pouted. He doesn't want to leave the discussion, Bunny isn't correct! How are carrots yummy? To Chan's knowledge, carrots taste like rubber and Little Chan absolutely hates that.

Grabbing Bunny in one hand, Chan paddled into the kitchen to find something to eat. Looking around, there wasn't much to eat, except the sweets he once saw Felix hid.

It took him some time to find the hidden sweets, but when he pulled out the lollies Chan immediately opened one to eat. He tucked the rest back to the hidden space and left the kitchen, arguing with Bunny about the carrots the rabbit seemed to love.

The lolly didn't satisfy his hunger at all. Chan gave up trying to eat more lollies, he knew Felix will find out about it. Taking his favourite plate, Chan filled it with some cereal and returned to Bunny, continuing to argue about the damned carrots.

"Hyung, I think I'll go back to the dorms first. I still have homework to finish, " Jeongin said. Woojin nodded, telling the maknae to take some rest if he finished early.

"Innie, take this back with you, " Minho gave the boy a box of food they kept beside, "Give it to Channie hyung."

Jeongin waved his hyungs goodbye as he walked out of the restaurant. The youngest texted Chan but received no message from the elder. Figured that the elder must be composing, Jeongin put his phone back in his pocket.

The walk back to the dorms was quick, thanks to Hyunjin who had pulled them to the nearest restaurant to eat. Jeongin took the lift, wanting to last the rare quietness around him.

He heard some old English song playing as he unlocked the front door. Channie hyung must've been relaxing, Jeongin thought to himself as the front door flew open.

The maknae was not ready for the scene in front of him.

Chan sitting on the floor, a stuffed bunny in front of him, arguing that carrots are the worst food he has ever eaten.

"Hyung...?" Jeongin was very confused. Chan looked up from the bunny for a brief second to glance at the owner of the new voice before his face went pale.

Jeongin noticed several things at once. First, Chan was in an animal onesie. Two, Chan was using the most cutest plate Jeongin has ever seen in the dorms. Three, the way Chan was talking to his stuffed bunny was hella cute.

"Innie hyung- I mean Jeongin, please listen to hyung, it's not what it looks like-" Chan helplessly said, his mind panicking. He can't stay Big.

Jeongin decided that he might as well go to help his hyung.

"Hyung, it's OK, I know about headspace, " Jeongin comforted. He looked at Chan's wide eyes and smiled. This is going to be fun.

"Does my Channie want to eat?" Jeongin asked, placing the boxed food on the dining table. Chan hesitated to nod, but one look at his Bunny he knew he can trust the maknae with his secret.

He only managed to stay Big to threaten Jeongin, "Don't laugh at me Yang Jeongin" before promptly fall back into his headspace.

Jeongin can only pinch Chan's cheek in response. "Aigoo, you're so cute, Channie, " Jeongin said.

The maknae felt proud of himself as he watched Chan clumsily fed himself. He's proud that Chan trusts him enough to tell him his secret.

Jeongin finally decided to feed Chan when he realized the Little has more food on him than his actual mouth. Everything worth it when Chan flashed him the brightest gummy smile.

After giving Chan a bath and brushed his teeth, Jeongin decided to let Chan play for a bit more. Chan took a book and gave it to Jeongin.

"Hyungie read for Channie?" Chan asked with a pout. What can Jeongin do against a pouting Chan, say no?

A few minutes later the two found themselves on Chan's huge bed, snuggled closely together. Jeongin made sure Chan was comfortable before he started reading the book Chan gave him- Pied Piper of Hamelin.

Halfway through the story, Jeongin realized Chan has fallen asleep. Quietly, Jeongin placed the book on Chan's bedside table and snuggled closer to the elder. He can deal with whatever question tomorrow morning.

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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Babysitting (Carol Danvers & Sister!Reader)

first 10 minutes of endgame spoilers im warning u

Summary: When Carol goes to find Tony Stark and company on Titan, she regretfully has to leave behind her little sister, (Y/N). She isn’t pleased with the arrangement, at least until she discovers a raccoon and a particularly friendly cat in the compound.

Requested by & Anon: I'd love a Carol Danvers x little sister! Reader who loves animals! Like, she takes care of Goose and she loves Rocket, even though he insists he's not a raccoon

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: nova calls the Decimation by the Snap bc that’s clearly what it should’ve been called, Cursing Probably, f l u f f, insinuations of death by plum-man Word Count: 2,202

Note: this focuses a lot on the avengers w/her sister sorry not sorry it’s cute and i needed to write rhodey tbh

“Woah!” The little girl gasped. “This place is so big!”

She was led along, hand in hand with a blonde woman in a sort of suit of red, blue, and gold. She skipped as she went, little stuffed dog wrapped tightly in her free arm. Her companion took her to a massive compound that looked relatively empty.

The blonde laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty big, huh?”

“Carol,” the little girl whined as they got halfway across the building’s huge lobby. “Up.”

Carol leaned down, plucking her tiny partner from the ground and scooping her into her arms. “You are needy, you know that?” She teased, booping the child’s nose.

She giggled and shoved her hands away, using the stuffed puppy to cover her face from further attack. “Do you have to go?” She whined suddenly.

“(Y/N), I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to,” Carol sighed.

Carol went to brush her little sister’s hair behind her ear, but her hand was shoved away spitefully. She didn’t want to leave her baby sister, but sometimes duty called. In this particular case, she was headed out to find a certain Tony Stark and company, who were hopefully on Titan.

“Ah, there you are--” Someone said before stopping.

Carol stopped as they approached the elevators and ran into a redhead, who stopped them there. “(Y/N),” Carol said to the girl in her arms, “This is Natasha.”

“Hi,” (Y/N) whispered, waving shyly at her and burying her face in her stuffed friend.

Her older sister smiled fondly. “She’s gonna help take care of you while I’m gone.”

“I don’t wanna go,” she whined again. “I wanna stay with you and go save people, Carol, please!”

Carol sighed and kissed her forehead. “I know, kiddo. But this one will be faster if I do it myself. They’re gonna take really good care of you and I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered, though reluctantly.

“Can you take her?” Carol asked Natasha. “They’re waiting for me in the hangar.”

Natasha nodded and was soon given the terrified child. Carol kissed her on the cheek once more and was gone, (Y/N) waving miserably after her.

“I know being left with strangers is horrible and scary,” Natasha said to the girl once her sister was gone. “But we’re gonna make the best of it.”

(Y/N) nodded slowly, but her expression didn’t change. She was scared out of her mind.

Natasha didn’t try to force her to talk, as she knew that would only make her more uncomfortable. So, she took her upstairs instead, hoping that the others would be able to make her more comfortable with things. After all, she could be stuck with them for days before Carol came back.

The pair walked into the meeting room, where part of what was left of the Avengers gathered. Thor had yet to show, rather preoccupied with setting his people up in a new place to live, but Steve was downstairs sending Carol off.

Bruce and Rhodey were the only ones in there, as well as Rocket, who was closest to the door. (Y/N) spotted him first.

“A raccoon!” She gasped.

The others looked up instantly at that, Bruce shooting Nat a confused expression. She just smiled a little and shook her head at (Y/N)’s reaction.

“Why do people keep saying that?” Rocket huffed, not quite realising that a child had said it. “I’m not a raccoon!”

“Guys, this is (Y/N),” Natasha said, kneeling to the ground to put the girl down. “Carol’s little sister.”

Rhodey raised an eyebrow. “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Rhodey. This is Bruce.”

“That’s Rocket,” Nat added, gesturing to the raccoon.

The girl nodded a little before wandering over to Rocket, who looked terrified at this action. She just kind of pet his ear, giggling a little.

“You’re so fluffy,” she said.

He couldn’t help smiling slightly. “Yeah, one of my best qualities.”

Meanwhile, Nat sat beside the other two men in the room, sighing as she did. She didn’t want to make them help her watch (Y/N), nor did she want them to do so at all. They were grieving, all of them. They didn’t need this. But, of course, they were heroes and they would offer to anyway.

“How long are we babysitting?” Rhodey asked.

“Who knows?” Nat sighed. “Until Carol gets back.”

Bruce moved from the table to kneel in front of (Y/N), who had moved away from Rocket to the computers on one side of the room. They displayed the faces of the missing and, frankly, he didn’t want her to ask about them, so he decided to distract her instead.

“Hey, (Y/N), what do you do for fun?”

(Y/N) put a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Carol likes taking me to new planets! And sometimes we sing to old songs on the way there or play hide n’ seek in the ship!”

“Hide and seek, huh?” Bruce asked with a small smile. “Do you wanna play that?”

“Yeah!” She exclaimed, hopping up and down. “You seek and I’ll hide! But you hafta count to 200, ‘cause that’s how much we count in big places.”

Nat barely held in a laugh and Rhodey failed entirely. The kid was adorable. Maybe she was what they needed around here.

“Okay, 200. Got it,” Bruce said. “Ready?”

By the time he was at 5, (Y/N) had sprinted out of the room, tiny stuffed dog in hand.

Rhodey didn’t have much to do at the compound except worry about Tony. So, he took to pacing the halls, finding unexplored rooms that had been abandoned since the Snap. What he didn’t expect to find when he turned a corner was little (Y/N) tugging at a stuck door with all her might.

He laughed at the sight, glancing down the hall, but seeing no one. So, he approached the kid.

“Uh, hey,” he said suddenly. “What are you doing?”

“Tryna get in,” she answered bluntly.

Rhodey had a silly grin on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to be playing hide and seek with Bruce?”

She shrugged. “He’s bad at seeking. And Nicky’s office won’t open.”

“Nicky…?” Rhodey asked. He glanced at the name on the door and stopped cold. Nicholas J Fury. “You know Fury?”

“Uh huh!” (Y/N) said proudly, still pulling at the door handle. “Carol tells me stories about him for bedtime. Like when they saved the world from Kree! That’s my favourite.”

Rhodes shook his head a little. “Here, lemme help you with that.”

He managed to get the door unstuck and followed the girl inside, viewing the office with a sense of reminiscence. He was too busy looking around to realise that (Y/N) was looking for something-- or someone-- in particular.

“Goose!” She whisper-called. “Goosey, Goose, Goose. Where are you?”

When Rhodey did hear he, he tilted his head. “Goose? What are you--?”

He was interrupted by a meow and watched in awe as a ginger cat appeared from behind Fury’s desk. It greeted (Y/N) instantly with purrs, making her giggle and pet it lovingly.

“There you are!” She cooed.

“I didn’t know Fury had a cat…” He muttered.

(Y/N) picked up the cat and held it up, looking into its blank eyes. “You’re even cuter in real life! Carol’s gonna be so happy I found you!”

“Did your sister tell you stories about Goose, too?”

“Yeah!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “She’s like the coolest pet ever.”

Rhodey hummed. “Didn’t take Fury for a cat person. Or a pet person.”

“Goose isn’t a cat,” she huffed. “Goose is a Flerken. She’s way better than any cat. Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

“Mrrow?”

He simply paused, looking between the girl and the cat, the latter of whom stared back somewhat eerily. “Flerken. Right.” He furrowed his eyebrows, muttering to himself. “What the hell’s a Flerken?”

(Y/N) was at the compound a little longer than they had anticipated, but they quickly got into a routine with her. Natasha, Rhodey, and Steve were in charge of making sure she got food and everything else she needed, while Bruce and Rocket were in charge of fun. Thor wasn’t in the mood. Nobody else really was either, but they were willing to put aside some things so that (Y/N) was taken care of.

One night, as Steve was tucking her in, she asked him something.

“Steve?” She called before he could close the door. “Can you tell me a story?”

The captain stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her with a little smile. “A story?”

“Carol tells me stories,” (Y/N) whispered quietly.

So, he pulled up a chair beside her bed and settled in. The girl was just missing her big sister. He wanted to give her as much comfort as he could until she came back. Goose was pretty helpful when it came to that. In fact, she was curled up beside the little girl, looking like she was waiting for a bedtime story, too.

“What kind of story do you wanna hear?” Steve asked.

Her answer was instant. “Carol tells me stories about when she was in the air force. Or when she and Nicky saved the world.”

“Okay…” he paused, exhaling sharply. “I’ve got one.”

So, he told her about the time he and his best friend, Bucky, went to the Stark Expo. He also mentioned how he tried to illegally sign up to fight in the war, which she thought was funny. He didn’t go much further than that, but he did linger on Bucky a little.

“Carol has a Bucky,” (Y/N) yawned when he finished his story.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Her name’s Marie,” the girl said. “We go visit her an’ Monica-- that’s her daughter-- a lot. But we don’t tell Nicky when we come visit, ‘cause we visit a lot.”

“Is this the Marie that was a pilot, too?”

(Y/N) nodded drowsily, smiling before frowning. “I asked Carol if we could visit ‘em this time, but she said we can’t. D’you know why?”

Steve’s heart broke. He couldn’t be sure, but he had a pretty damn good hunch on why (Y/N) and Carol wouldn’t get to visit Marie and Monica. It took everything in him to lie to this kid, to tell her something that was so far from the truth.

“No, I don’t,” he lied through his teeth. “But maybe you’ll get to see them before you leave.”

“I hope so,” she muttered as he went to leave her room. “G’night.”

“Goodnight. Sleep well, kiddo.”

(Y/N) stumbled into the kitchen one morning, Goose following her as she carried her stuffed friend there. The cat followed her pretty much everywhere.

A gasp left the little girl’s lips at the sight of a familiar blonde head of hair.

“CAROL!”

She ran into her big sister’s arms, laughing excitedly.

“Oh, there’s my girl,” Carol groaned at the impact of the attack hug, kneeling down to her sister’s level. “I told you I’d be back before you knew it.”

“Lookie who I found!” (Y/N) said, rushing over to Goose.

She picked the cat up and showed her to Carol, who smiled instantly at the sight. It was a bittersweet smile as she remembered why Goose was all alone in the compound, but a smile nonetheless.

“Hi, Goose,” she greeted softly, grinning when the cat rubbed up against her fondly. “Remember me?”

(Y/N) giggled. “Of course she does!”

“You know what, kiddo?” Carol asked, not noticing the smiles on the faces of her fellow Avengers, who were scattered about the room. “I have a surprise for you, too.”

“You do?” (Y/N) gasped.

Carol nodded. “I made breakfast-- French Toast!”

“YAY!” The girl squealed, racing to find a chair at the table as her sister went to grab her food. “Can Goose have some, too?”

Goose climbed up on the chair beside her, almost on cue.

Carol laughed. “Yes, Goose can have some, too.”

She placed one plate in front of her sister and a smaller one in front of the Flerken, who was practically drooling in anticipation. (Y/N) dug in, but Goose had to hop up on the table to reach her food.

The other Avengers watched with small smiles as the Flerken nudged her food experimentally with her nose. Carol waited. It was gonna be perfect.

Goose’s mouth snapped open and tentacles cascaded from deep in her throat. She gobbled up the French Toast in seconds, doing it so quickly that (Y/N) barely saw it. The kid knew the stories about the Flerken, though. The Avengers did not.

“Jesus--” Bruce gasped out when the tentacles disappeared.

All of them were wide-eyed and fearful, some even backing up a little ways away.

(Y/N) giggled at Rhodey’s face particularly. “I told you she wasn’t a cat! Goose is a Flerken! Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

Goose rubbed her chin against the girl’s outstretched hand, purring up a storm. “Mrow!”

“Okay, that I get Fury having as a pet,” he whispered. “That’s freaky. That’s-- that’s terrifying is what that is.”

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 5 years

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Doin’ Just Fine

I don’t know, I was inspired and wanted to write something cute and domestic. Can be seen a sequel to Late Introductions but it really doesn’t matter. Enjoy it.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton/Reader

Warnings; none

Words: 1018

Tag List: @r-ahh-mi @malek-lover

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“Mama?” the voice of my 5-year-old rings out behind me.

I turn in my rocking chair to see her standing behind the screen door of the porch, dressed in her PJ’s and holding the stuffed dog Merriell bought for her years ago. The fur on it already worn down, the snout stretched out from her excessive gnawing and the ears no longer tied to the head, instead sticking out; it’s seen better days, but it’s her favourite.

“Hey baby,” I say softly, beckoning her outside so she can come sit on my lap, “What are you doing up?”

It’s not late, maybe eight or nine at night, but past her bedtime nonetheless. She shrugs, looking down at the stuffed animal in her hands. I smile softly at her, brushing her hair away from her forehead, waiting for her answer.

It comes in a few moments, in the form of a question, softly uttered.

“When’s Daddy coming home?”

She looks up at me, staring with her big, round, green eyes that she’s been so blessed to get from her father. I pull her close to my body, rubbing comforting circles on her back.

“Soon, baby.” I promise, “He had to stay at work a little later.” I pause, stuck between trying to get her to go back to bed or just accepting defeat immediately, I opt for the latter, “Wanna keep me company while I wait for him?”

She smiles and nods, shifting in my lap to get a little more comfortable. The last few rays of sunlight are peeking out from behind the clouds, casting a beautiful gradient of pinks, oranges and reds across the sky. The heat of the day has been replaced with a cool, light breeze that has me wrapping a light blanket across us. The last thing we need in this house is someone getting sick, we can’t afford any sick days.

She gasps lightly, catching a glimpse of the first fireflies that are emerging for the night, their lights blinking steadily as they fly around our front yard. I smile, watching her eyes widen as if it’s the first time she’s ever seen them.

It’s a beautiful moment. One that a mother can only cherish and hope to god there’s many more moments like this to come before she blinks and her baby is grown. The only thing that could make a moment like this any better would be if her father was here to share it.

As if on cue, the slight rumble from an engine fades into existence, getting louder and louder as it approaches the house. I can feel her tense with excitement, body practically vibrating with excitement as if it had been years since we last saw him. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case this time.

We see the headlights first and then moments later the car pulls into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. It idles for a second before the engine quits, the door opens with a squeak and I couldn’t keep her in my lap if I tried. She always has been a Daddy’s girl.

She shoots off the porch, squealing excitedly, not a single care in the world that the grass is wet with dew and her feet are bare.

“Daddy!”

He grins widely when he sees her, arms opening wide as he kneels, bracing for the impact of the hug that’s rapidly coming his way. She practically throws herself into his arms and he lets out a dramatic ‘oof’, pretending to nearly fall over. I can barely stifle a laugh at how dramatic he is for her.

“Hey baby girl,” he says fondly, standing up and taking her with him, bracing her against his hip as he begins to walk towards the house. I stand up to meet him at the stairs.

“What're you doin’ up, miss? Causin’ your mama trouble again?” He asks her, shooting me a smile as he climbs the steps. He leans in to give me a quick peck on the lips, and a soft ‘hi baby’, pulling me against him with a hand on my hip.

“Are you kidding? Macey give me trouble?” I ask incredulously, “Never.”

Macy giggles softly, burying her face in Merriell’s shirt, her arms thrown around his neck. I take a second to take a good look at my husband, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the oil stains that cover his shirt, arms and a few spots on his face. He looks like he’s had a day from hell, but the smile on his face and the glimmer in his eye form being reunited with his girls reassure me that he’s going to be okay.

“Long day?” I ask, one hand winding its way to the small of his back while the other rests on his chest.

He looks at me and smiles a little sadly, nodding softly, “We’ll talk about it later,” He answers, before turning his attention back to Macey when she yawns, her head resting against his shoulder, “Let’s get Miss Macey here back to bed first.”

I trail behind him as he walks into the house, carrying our half-asleep child back into her bedroom and I smile to myself. We’ve come a long way, and we have a long way to go still, barely keeping our heads above water with low-paying jobs and a house that needs more repairs than we can afford, life after war isn’t easy, but as I watch him tuck her back into bed and bid her goodnight with a soft kiss on her forehead, I know we’re going to be okay.

He gets up from her bed to shut the light off and ushers me out of the room. The second the door is closed, his hands find my jaw, tilting my face up to kiss me deeply. When we break away my eyes flutter open, immediately getting lost in the various greens, blues and greys.

“I missed you.” He mutters softly, “Tell me about your day.”

Yeah, I think, we’re gonna be just fine.

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sabine-leo · 5 years

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A smile to remember

Chapter 1: Just another manic monday

Author: @sabine-leo

Chapters: 1/?

Genre: Fluff and Humor

Note: I´m new to writing stuff like this, but i thought i´d give it a try.

This is a story about Tom Hiddleston and a original femal character (you, if you want to) I hope you bear with me and give it a try. This could be more then a Oneshot. I´ve got some Ideas in my head :) Please leave a comment if you liked it. Sorry for grammar mistakes or else... english is not my first language

-Chapter 1-

The one where you meet a kid, a stuffed gorilla and a handsome man at work.

It was your first day at work after a relaxing weekend. Since you work in Nursery Education you mostly enjoy some peace and quiet in your off time. A good book, a nice Play or movie. Which doesn´t mean that you’re not one to go dancing if you feel like it.

This Monday morning starts out as usual. You make sure everything is ready for the kids and soon parents begin to bring them in, greeting you. You are just taking a book out of it´s shelf as someone whirled into your leg. Hugging you as hard as possible for such sweet little arms. “Hey Mrs (Y/L/N) I´m baaaack!” You look down and smile at Dylan. He´s new in your group but won the hearts of the kids as well as the teachers quite fast.

You crouch down and look into his eyes, smiling still. “Hey Mr. Dylan it´s so good to have you back after your vacation.” He grins at you and hugs you again. You haven´t been paying attention to anything else then this little kid and your conversation so far.

“Coooome Mrs (Y/L/N) I HAVE to show you something!!” He takes your hand in his little one and tugs you along into the hall. After rounding the corner, you have to come to a sudden stop. Almost colliding with a tall figure. You look up and see someone tall and lean smiling right at you.

Beside him you see Sarah, Dylans mother laughing quietly.

“Hey there, are you allowed to run in the hall?” He asks, as you look him in the eyes. There is a little mocking grin playing inside them. But Dylan wont budge. He starts tucking at your hand “Coooome now Mrs (Y/L/N)” You shrug and say “I think it´s rather important...so yes, we are…aaaand you´ll have to wait.” With those words said you follow Dylan fast (but not running anymore) to his backpack.

The tall man next to Sarah laughs almost dumbfounded and turns to see what Dylan was up to. You don´t glance back. You just hunker down and wait for Dylan to reveal what was so important to him. Dylan fumbles around in his bag and takes out a little stuffed gorilla. He presents it to you with a huge grin on his face and eyes wide open.

“Look Mrs (Y/L/N) I got this from Uncle Tom.” Dylan talks really fast and excited. “It´s a big gorilla and he´s strong and protective and look at his face… he´s smiling now but Uncle Tom sad he would be looking REAAAAL mean when I’m sleeping and some ghost tries to come near me!!” He makes growly noises and puts the gorilla nose to nose with you.

You have to fight to stay serious with this cute little display of joy and emotions in his face. But you nod and say “Oh yes, I can see that happening!” Dylan smiles and throws his arms up and hugs you.

“I have NOOOOO trouble sleeping anymore.” You hug Dylan back and are not aware of Sarah and the man next to her watching you with a smile on their faces. As fast as Dylan tackled you with his hug, he let go of you and said “I´ll go play now!” He beelined it through the small space between his mother, and you assumed Uncle Tom, and went straight inside. Sarah laughed and the man next to her said “that was a sight to behold.” Sarah looked at him and answered “I told you he likes her and this place a lot. No need for you to be worried that he´s to young or not in good hands.” The man looked at her with a roll of his beautiful eyes but said nothing. But he was thinking that he had not thought about anything else then your smile since the moment you left him hanging in thin air to be with your nephew.

You stand up and go to Sarah. “Hi. It´s good to see you again. Sorry for letting you wait, but your son had other plans for us.” Sarah laughs and points to her left. “This is Tom Hiddleston, my brother. He´s responsible for that stuffed animal and all it has done with you this morning.” You laugh sweetly and look at Tom. “Hi, I´m Mrs (Y/L/N) or simply (Y/N).” He takes your hand in his and crooks his head a little to the side. “Well, well (Y/L/N) I´m sorry you got almost tackled by a gorilla.” You both laugh. He lets go of your hand with a last lingering brush of his thump across your skin.

“(Y/N) I have to tell you something regarding Dylan if you have a second.” Sarah looked at you. “Sure, Mr Hiddleston, if you want you can go inside and let Dylan show you his favourite game you´re welcome to. Tom looks like he doesn’t want to leave but Sarah gives him a nudge and he goes to find his nephew.

God Lord, that smile. He thinks.

Sarah had told you everything new you needed to know and had to step out to take a call.

As you went back inside the group where Dylan and Tom would be you stop and take in the sight bevor you. Tom is sitting on a pillow and has a book in his hands. 3 boys including Dylan and 2 girls are sitting in front and next to him soaking up his every word. His voice is so.. you can´t find words for it it seems. His eyes light up and his gestures along with this animating voice bring the story to live. You just stand there and listen for a moment. Not wanting to disturb this cute sight.

Tom looks up for a moment and you can see a little blush creeping up on his cheeks, but he continues to read anyway. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” Tom ends and closes the book The Little Prince. “Mooore Uncle Tom!” Dylan yells but Tom smiles and says. “Maybe next time Buddy. Your Mom is probably waiting for me already.” Dylan sighs but gets up and hugs Tom. “Ok… promise?” “Yes, absolutely!” You push of the wall where you were standing and go over to Tom. “Thank you, that was really nice of you.” Tom smiles lightly “My pleasure. Books, Stories are important. And one can only hope that these little ones will one day read to their children.” You nod. “Wouldn´t be a good day without ending it with a good poem or book, wouldn´t it” Tom looks at you intensely. As if he was measuring you anew.

“(Y/N)” a co-worker calls you. “Sorry, just a moment please.” You excuse yourself.

Clara tugs you around the corner. “You know who this is?? This is TOM fucking HIDDLESTON” She says with a little squeak. You look at her. “Yes, he got introduced to me.” “Are you serious. This is LOKI, the God of Mischief. Asgards Prince from the Marvel movies you like!” You look at Clara for a moment. “Oh..you could´ve fooled me. Without his black wig and leather outfit he looks quite like a Man to me. Not royalty from a fictional movie…and man, it must have sucked that I kneeled bevor his nephew before even speaking to him.” Unbeknownst to you Tom was eavesdropping and laughing quietly, biting his finger at the snark of your comment.

Clara rolled her eyes at you. “You can´t be serious (Y/N).” You interrupted her bevor she could go on. “Look, I don´t think he wants us to fangirl over him let alone roll out the red carpet. He´s here as a normal human being. He´s here as Dylan’s Uncle who has quite funny taste in stuffed animals and who sits down with the kids to read to them. Let him be Clara.” Clara sighed but nodded.

Tom took that moment to walk around the corner. Clara went pale before turning red and leaving…fast. You laughed a little but Tom soon took up all your attention and asked for his sister. “Oh, sorry, she said she´d wait outside. She had to take a call.” He nodded and smiled a very handsome smile just for you. “Well, then I´d better go. It was nice meeting you Mrs (Y/L/N)” “Likewise!” you endow him with a gorgeous smile yourself. Tom bites his lip for a moment, but then get´s himself together and leaves for the door.

Letting you know he heard what you said to Clara he says. “I´ll be seeing you again!” in his Loki voice whilst pulling at the door.

Which doesn´t open.

He pulls again…. pushes but nothing.

Irritated he looked at it for a moment. And with an “oh…” he bangs his head lightly against the wooden door. Tom pushes the buzzer next to the door frame and the door simultaneously.

“Open Sesame” You can´t hold back the quote out of Ali Baba and the forty thieves.

Tom grunts lightly “Here I was thinking I could leave with dignity and Loki-like. But my dorky self had other plans!” He´s smiling at you as he leaves backwards through the entrance.

What a Monday!

Throughout the whole Monday you ask yourself if you´ll really be seeing him again or if this all was just a dream.

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hollandroos · 5 years

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The Price We Pay | Four

Summary: A one night stand was all it took for your entire life to change. You're shoved into unknown territory, agreeing to fake date the prince long enough for his parents and the media to get off of his back only there are a few issues... one of them being that you really can’t stand each other.

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Warnings: None!

Moodboard by @marvelousxtsh

“I thought I told you just to dress casually?” You taunt.

Tom steps out of the car– the passenger seat to be correct because after half an hour of back and forth you finally made him agree to drive, claiming it’d be a waste of time to get a driver. Though a part of you wondered when the last time he drove was and if it’d be safe.

But you were still alive, even after the painfully awkward drive between games of Ispy.

He shrugs, brown curls slicked around. “I wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Tom, sweatpants and a hoodie would have been fine. You could scare them off in that.”

His eyes widen, immediately going to stare down at his outfit– maybe it was a little over the top but truth be told he had no idea about your family and where they came from. He feared underdressing and hadn’t debated overdressing in the slightest.

“Fuck, really?”

You tug him forward by the front of his coat, pulling it off of his shoulders. Beneath was a white dress shirt tucked into his pants and you undid the top button, puffing out the collars. You throw the jacket into the front seat of the car and Tom grimaced at the way the material creased, buttons knocking against the dash.

“That’s a little better, you look good like this.” You felt a little proud and he smiles, glancing around for cameras but he finds none– in fact, he finds no one. Your childhood home really was in the middle of nowhere. “Just c’mon, and remember to relax, my family is nowhere as intense as yours.”

God, were you going to kill him–

He shoves the thoughts to the back of his brain. “S-should I hold your hand?”

“Yeah, we want to pull this off don’t we?”

He takes your hand into his own, intertwining your fingers together. The action was probably the closest you’d been since that night and it bought Tom a sense of comfort, reminding him that he wasn’t alone in this– so he began rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Oh yeah, by the way, I have four siblings.”

Maybe you should’ve told him soon– about Kenny who was only a year younger then you and Carley who was eighteen, then there was Louis and Marcus who were fifteen. But Tom never asked.

Four? Tom had none.

He stands startled. “What–”

“Y/N!” A shrill voice calls and you smile at the two twins that raced towards you, one with ponytails and the other a set of muddy shorts.

They were loud and extremely clingy. Personal space didn’t exist and showers were the enemy– even after a day of helping in the backyard.

You turn to Tom and give him a lopsided smile, small crinkles forming beneath your eyes. And rather sarcastically, you kneel. “Welcome to my life, your majesty.”

From there, Tom watched you interact with your four siblings, each of a different age except the twins with completely different personalities. You were right, they were loud and it came as a shock to him.

But he sort of liked it.

The prince was used to hundreds of hallways, the only noise being his own two feet padding against the marble ground as well as his men or the grandfather clocks singing a chorus every hour. Here, you had to speak up to be heard and shout across the table which at the palace would’ve been considered rude– here it was the only way to get your thoughts out.

Louis and Marcus had easily gravitated towards Tom and Carley had clearly tried to suck up the prince and he found it amusing. He allowed them to play around in the fairly expensive ride and even gave each of your siblings a box of chocolates as a ‘hey, I’m suddenly dating your sister please like me’ gift.

Kenny didn’t trust the man one bit.

But he watched you interact with each of the kids like they were your own and he briefly remembered you mentioning the hours you’d spend taking care of them when your mum was at work, making their favourite lunches and playing games to pass the hours.

It was a softer side he was pleased to see.

He watched you smile, corners of your lips turning upwards as they fill you in on everything you’d missed like Kenny moving jobs and their science project at school.

Tom had never had that, the comfort of another sibling. From an early age, he was in the classroom learning how to be a prince– the best kind of prince in fact. He wasn’t learning how to balance books on his head but laws at the age of nine. He had maids and cooks and teachers and busy parents that never ceased to forget about his existence.

But it doesn’t take him long of sitting around an overly crowded family table, much smaller then his own for him to realise that someone was missing.

“Where’s your mum?”

You leave the other kids to discuss whose turn it was to do dishes, ignoring your own stomach rumbling. “Right about now she’ll be at work but she’ll be back by dinner to meet my handsome boyfriend, she’s very excited.” You watch his face change. “Yes, Thomas, the people here do have to work long hours to get by.”

“I knew that! I did, I just thought they finished around three you know…” He feels a wave of awkwardness wash over him and fiddles with his fingers. “I don’t think your brother likes me very much.” He nods towards Kenny.

And of course, you being as uncaring as you turned straight to your younger brother. “Ken, what do you think of Tom?”

His face hardens. “I’m undecided.”

The comment makes Tom tense and if his heart wasn’t pounding before then it most definitely was now. He couldn’t put his finger on why he felt so nervous about this. If anything he must’ve been more nervous then you when you met his parents but he wasn’t sure because to this point in time, you’d done a beyond amazing at keeping your feelings hidden.

Tom felt like he’d barely peeled back one layer of many.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.” You try, taking his hand into your own and giving it a squeeze once more. “The others love you.”

It was a small action but one that made Tom’s heart run miles.

“Tom!” Carley says, staring between the two of you. She interrupts your small– barely there but there nonetheless moment. “Did you know that you’re the first boy she’s bought home in… probably forever?”

Toms' eyes widen, finding your suddenly fearful gaze. “Really?”

“Okay that’s not true–” You tense, sending her a threatening glare. But your sister only shrugs, a teasing smile making way on her face. She knew what she was doing and you hated it.

“We all didn’t think this day would come but here it is.”

Your grit your teeth and unknowingly squeeze Toms hand a little harder. He notices. “This is why I didn’t fuckin–”

“Tell me more, I want to know all about Y/N.” Tom interrupts, feeling your grip loosen. “What was she like as a child? did she listen at school?”

After half an hour of hearing all about your interest without your consent, your siblings all decided to scatter. Some went off to play with friends, some went to their room to do homework and one of them was apparently working out.

You didn’t know when your sister got so productive.

You and Tom wondered around the property, introducing him to your long missed farm animals. You watched his face change to disgust as he stepped over manure and puddles, nearly laughing at the way he seemed nearly unsure of every single step.

Of course, there were animals at the castle but nothing like this.

He didn’t tend to go around to the pens but seeing the pigs at yours– leaning down to pet them and nearly being shoved back when they rammed into his legs was surprising but made him laugh nonetheless.

And the cows– he loved the cows. There were two of them, Betsy and Bucky and without hesitation he pets the both of them.

“Originally we were going to sell them to the slaughterhouse but we grew too attached, mostly me but the younger ones did too of course and we managed to convince mum to keep them. So now they’re like our pets.” You smile, running a hand over Betsy's back.

Bucky moos at Tom.

“They’re adorable.” He smiles, stepping in what was either mud or cow manure. Tom only screws his face up for a second but quickly gets over himself. He had promised to give this a try and he wasn’t regretting it yet. “Do you have chickens?”

“Lots of them. When we were kids it’d be a race to see who could get the eggs first.” You smile at the memory.

“And here I thought you were a towns girl but you’re really a country girl at heart.”

“And here I thought you were an asshole prince, I guess only one of us was right with our assumptions.” You smile cheekily.

The two of you continue to walk around the place slowly, making sure to take it everything from the surprisingly blue sky to the grass that flattened beneath your feet with every step and the smell– because the smell wasn’t the best but the amazement in his eyes was definitely worth something.

“We haven’t actually had a proper moment to talk.” He mutters, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets. “I mean there was that first night, we were drunk. Then we were rushed then my parents were involved.”

“Have we not?”

“Nope.” Tom shakes his head, the two of you continue to walk around the property. “I hope you know that I appreciate what you’re doing for me. Seriously– it means a lot. I know it probably wasn’t easy to give up work and going from being… you, to headlining the papers.”

“Work was easy to give up, my boss is an ass and it really wasn’t easy have those out there.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Are you going soft on me?”

“I’ve always been soft, you just push my limits.” Tom teases, taking his hands out of his pockets.

You snort. “I do?”

He ignores the moment his hand brushes against yours.

“You have attitude, you’re feisty, no one’s ever spoken to me the way you do before and it’s– it’s different.” He shrugs, voice reaching a new pitch.

“I’m just real, Tom. I’m not going to start kissing your feet or beg you to love me. You’re a man with a crown and that crown means barely anything to me.”

“You see me as a person.” He highlights.

“You are a person. A person that annoys me to an extent.”

You come across the mud puddles you used to push your siblings into when you were a kid.

“Why do I annoy you so much?”

You don’t have an answer to his question at that moment.

So you shove him.

You watch him hit the ground with a gentle thud, mud splattering up and staining the end of your pants but he looked worse.

“Are you fucking serious?” He hisses.

You cover your mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing the smile that took place and the giggles that threatened to spill. You didn’t even care about how threatening his words sounded.

He looked a right mess. Mud stained Toms pants and right up to his waist, hands planted in the mud were a sticky brown and the frown on his face only topped it off. Dirt clung to his coffee brown curls.

You didn’t even take a second to think about how expensive his clothes were before you threw him into the giant puddle of mud or how long it’d take to clean his outfit, you purely focused on the amusement you felt the moment he hit the mud and the look of pure shock and disgust on his face when he realised that he was now coated in the mess.

“This isn’t funny!” He snaps, screwing his nose up at the god awful smell. “Get me the hell out of here or I swear–”

Tom stops, cutting himself off as he sees you clutching your stomach, laughs slipping from your lips. He watches the way your eyes screw shut, strands of hair falling over your face as you lean forward to grip the post for support and you hurl over just enough to take hold of your lower stomach.

“You just– you look so funny right now. You got such a shock too oh my god.” The words came out between laughs and gasps for air, there was even a single tear.

Then he had an idea– one that he knew could either get him into trouble or extend the fun and of course, Tom wanted to extend the fun.

“Can you help me out?”

He sticks a muddy hand out and you wipe a stray tear away, still trying to get your breathing back as you clasp your hand in his. All you thought he was going to do was push himself up, not pull you in.

“Tom–”

Then you were in the mud too, landing right on top of him. Your hands sunk into the muck which was anything but warm, coating themselves in the dirt before a heavy gasp left your lips, spots of mud decorating your cheeks.

Your laughs stopped, mouth falling open and shut like a fish as you took in the sight of your clothes lathered in ick and it stunk– dear god it stunk but not even a second later you took a hand full of dirt and dropped it on Toms clothed chest, turning the white tee a deeper shade of brown. You shouldn’t have been surprised and if you were watching instead of laughing then you would’ve seen him pull you in.

Still, the thought doesn’t plague your mind for too long because seconds later your hands are back in the mud collecting another handful.

“You’ve started a war you won’t win.” He threatens, a smirk forming on his features. Dirt sits at the corner of his mouth.

“Try me, Holland.”

He dumped mud directly on top of your head, strands of hair now highlighted the same colour of the muck you were still sitting in, back coated too from rolling off of him. Instead of getting annoyed, your chest erupted in giggles.

You felt like a child again, throwing mud back and forth with your siblings when your parents weren’t watching and Tom felt like… he felt like a different person. Because the prince would never do something this dirty just for fun.

With mud slathered all over his hands, Tom places one hand on your cheek gently creating a handprint on your face. You were both covered in the stuff. Your clothing may as well be thrown out and your hair would need some serious care but the smile on both of your faces was enough for it to be worth it.

The sun beat down on the two of you as you continued to layer each other in mother nature's gift, screwing your noses up at the sight of each other but that didn’t stop you.

Tom felt his cheeks flush at the sight of you so carefree but doubted it was noticeable beneath the mud. He basked in your giggles, the way your eyes squeezed shut as you wiped any dirt away from your eyes. You were happy and so was he.

There was no camera flashing or expectations to be held. It was just the two of you like it had been the first night and Tom had to stop and realise- this was the girl he’d spent the night with, giggling over glasses of wine and cheap alcohol.

It was carefree, bittersweet.

Then you were sitting there, both winding down and panting, the odd laugh still slicing through the silence and neither of you could even think about what you’d be going back to tomorrow. The next news line or obstacle you’d have to overcome was forgotten.

“What do we do now?” You sigh, taking in the site of both you and Tom covered head to toe in mud. If your mother were home, she would have lost it with both of you. You’d both be in the corner.

You looked the same way you smelt.

Tom screws his nose up, trying not to laugh at the sight of you with mud prints on both cheeks. “We smell disgusting.”

“Come on, we’ll use the shower before my family gets home– and not together!” You offer, beginning to force yourself out of the muck, noticing how his face changed from suggestive to blunt.

He felt something new.

“Damn it,” Tom mutters under his breath, fighting to urge to pull you back in. He didn’t want to go too far. “It was worth a shot.”

“Keep trying, maybe one day you’ll get there.”

That newfound feeling was hope.

The shower was… difficult to say the least.

You had to stand and watch the clear water turn a sickly shade of brown as it hit the floor and ran down the drain, clumps of dirt and shreds of grass following closely behind. It made you grimace but lathering yourself in the coconut scented soap and finally feeling clean again was worth it.

You step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped just above your breasts and hair down naturally wet after the shower.

Tom glances up once– only once, then he directed his gaze back down to the book he was reading. It was clearly one from your bookshelf and by the looks of things he looked pretty into it, or at least he was pretending to be.

Your bookshelf was full and he wondered if you’d ever actually read a single one of them or if they were just for display.

It wasn’t the book in hand that shocked you but the fact that he wasn’t staring you down, his eyes weren’t filled with a certain hunger and instead they were focused on the pages of the teen romance novel. He was showing basic respect and it shocked you.

“Aren’t going to look? I’m practically naked?” You taunt, reaching into one of your draws. The plush, white towel rides up your thighs.

He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the pages. “I’m not that bad, you know?” Tom chuckles. His hair was still wet from his own shower, hanging over his forehead in unkempt curls, wet and a darker shade then normal.

“I had a hunch,” You shrug. “Just a little bit surprised is all.”

He wore your brother's clothes, simply a plain grey tee and jeans and you’d admit that you thought he looked better in actual colours but he also looked good in the more– normal, everyday clothing.

And actually seeing him fitting in with your family made your heart flutter, stomach twisting and churning.

It actually felt weird to see a boy in your childhood bedroom– a boy that was used to so much more then a shoebox-sized room and a single bed. He was probably shocked by the little amount of furniture because of course you didn’t have a three-person couch in the corner or your own fireplace for when it got really cold.

But he did fit in, you knew that much.

You duck into the bathroom to throw your clothes on and put your hair up in the towel to dry it off, not wanting to deal with pesky drops of water running down the back of your neck and walk back into your bedroom. He was still in the same place.

“My family should be back soon and we could get going if you want?” You offer, tugging the oversized shirt down your thighs.

Tom glances up, placing the book down beside him. “Why don’t we take your mother's offer and stay the night? I mean I can take the couch and we can just head back tomorrow. It’s what? Half five anyway and the ride back would easily take an hour.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Yeah, if you want to that is.”

You furrow your brows, silently pleased that he had put that offer on the table. You had missed your family and staying a night would do you good. Maybe it’d do Tom some good too.

“Okay, Romeo, we’ll stay here tonight and be on the road by eight tomorrow?”

“Eight sounds good.” He smiles innocently, legs folded on the bed crisscross and you notice a scarred line down one of his temples beneath the light, a little imperfection that you wouldn’t have normally noticed.

There were those few exterior imperfections that you’d picked up on like that scar and his eyebrow– the one that was a little wonky compared to the other and his height you’d picked up on. He seemed to want to be taller then he was.

But you didn’t have an issue with any of it.

Of course you had your own flaws too and even thinking about them made you want to duck cover and hide. But Tom was slowly picking up on them. He’d be lying if he said he minded.

That night Tom slept on the couch in the living room with a selection of sheets over the top of him and a woollen duvet. For someone who had never slept on a couch in his life, he slept like a baby and you? You spent a solid hour staring at the ceiling before finally drifting off.

Tom felt a sense of comfort, draped in not only the blankets but a sense of comfort. He didn’t worry that people were watching him– attempting to pry out a secret or expose him to the world and he slept soundly that night.

It was a seven am wake up.

The sun streamed through the thin blinds, pulling Tom from a rather deep sleep and quite literally, forcing him out of bed. He wouldn’t admit that he fell from the bed with a tumble, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

He neatly folded the blankets given and straightened out the pillows, making the place look presentable and sat and waited for you to come in. He flicked through papers, tried out different seating positions tried to force him back to sleep before he heard the living room door open and stumbled up, turning to see you looking beyond tired– he feared to ask why.

You grumbled a good morning, hugging the fuzzy robe to your chest and trudged to the kitchen. Tom followed loosely behind much like a lost puppy.

“So, the plan today? We leave at around eight and you dropping me straight home? Because I’m tired and don’t feel like dressing up for your parents again– as fun as it was prancing around in a dress last time.” You laugh lightly, voice slightly raspy.

But Tom doesn’t mind it.

“Yeah I can drop you straight home, we can try and avoid the paps but there is something I need to ask.”

For some reason he felt nervous to ask, utterly unsure as to what your answer would be. Of course you’d only known each other for just over a week but the media had suspected around a month or more.

And as a royal things were expected to move fast.

Then your mother walks in.

“Morning you two.”

Your mum sounds as tired as ever, the bags under her eyes evident and hair thrown around messily– much like yours. She wasn’t cherry, never being a morning person but you knew that she was happy to have you back even if it was just for one night.

Tom tenses.

“Morning Ms. Y/L/N, how’d you sleep?” Tom wraps his arms around your waist as he asks the question, pulling your back flush against his chest making you too look like a real couple. You tensed at the sudden physical act of affection, nearly dropping the butter knife but don’t.

It wasn’t the question he wanted to ask but It was one that made him look respectful. You feel his lips ghosting across your temple and for a moment bask in his gentle touch.

“Not well, Marcus kept me up in the night again.” She sighs, “I did sleep a little better though knowing that my daughter was back under my roof.”

You smile, though deep down you felt bad about the lie that you were carrying out. “You know you can come and visit me anytime you need to get away? I’m sure Kenny wouldn’t mind looking after the younger ones for a night or two.”

You’d completely forgotten about Toms question.

“You know I couldn’t, sweetheart, not when you’re finally really starting to live. You have a boyfriend now! And a prince too, that’s incredible.”

You feel a pang of guilt, the product of lying to the women that raised you and only manage to smile awkwardly. So you turn to Tom, craning your neck.

“Oh hey, what did you want to ask me?” You divert attention from her recent comment, feeling a stomach ache coming on.

He blinks a few times, feeling your mums warm gaze on the pair of you. “There’s a gala… yeah, a gala next week and I was wondering if you’d like to come as my date–fake date of course!”

You smile and take hold of his clasped hands– it added to the act. “As long as Harrison does my outfit again then I’m game.”

A gala meant being out in public with Tom as his girlfriend.

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PART 5

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daredevile · 5 years

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Noir

Summary: No matter how much he longed for his own man’s best friend, Bucky knew that he will never be able to care for one—till he receives a request from an old friend.

A/N: As much as I love angsty fics, you gotta come back to some fluff once in a while. This is the result of me seeing the cutest Samoyed puppy in my life.

Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome

Just like an immediate reflex, Bucky checked his antique watch—one that had stopped ticking long ago—as he made his way through the crowded streets. Head tucked in and a hand stuffed into a fuzzy pocket, he entered the distinct-smelling store. Stanley’s Pet Shop.

“Good evening, Mr Barnes,” Irene teased him with an enthusiastic smile as Bucky dropped a large bag on the tarnished desk. Her usual prolonged stares always made him shift between his feet. She chuckled, taking note of Bucky’s obliviousness.

Bucky raised his eyebrows as he looked around the usually energetic room, now barren, “Where are they?”

Irene’s expression morphed into one of sympathy before tenderly shaking her head, “Stan’s waiting for you.”

Minutely nodding, Bucky made his way to the back room, side-stepping several cardboard boxes and empty kennels. A sense of doubt seeped through his thoughts as he absentmindedly navigated through the familiar hallway. Bucky smiled seeing Stan, the two old souls who had instantly connected during their first encounter.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show up, son,” Stan sighed in relief, seeing the kind-hearted brunette. Leaning back into the rocking chair, he hooked his glasses onto the checked shirt.

“Never,” Bucky asserted, taking a seat opposite Stan, “Irene said you wanted to speak to me.”

“Son, you ever get that feeling where you just have to accept all the cards life has dealt you?” Stan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while Bucky gave him his undivided attention, “I’m barely hanging onto the ropes.”

“I don’t understand,” Bucky moved to the edge of the seat, reaching for the white file on the desk.

“Listen, son—” Stan let out a string of deep coughs, making Bucky wince at the sounds. Bucky understood the circumstance, reading the precise words in bold.

“How long?” Bucky gently passed a glass of water, shutting the file close.

“Months maybe weeks,” Stan sighed, “Terminal illness they said,” letting out a short laugh, “They’re stowing me away in the ICU soon which means the shop’s gone.”

Bucky creased his eyebrows, realising that his only place of serenity will vanish. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden patter of paws on the wooden floor grabbed his attention. The snow-white coated creature leapt onto Stan, licking his face in excitement. The metal armed man froze, not wanting his presence to damage the purity of the scene.

“And, that leads me to this,” Stan grabbed the dog’s front paws and wiggled them humorously, “Someone needs to take care of my Noir and that someone is you, son.”

“I can’t,” Bucky backed up into the chair, he was absolutely certain he could not take care of himself let alone another living creature. Every time Bucky used to play with the animals, he longed to eventually take one home. But, in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t ready. That he’ll never be ready.

“Son, you are the only one I trust to take care of someone who means everything to me. I know a good man when I see one,” Stan assured him, eyes glistening as he spoke.

Bucky’s eyes flitted around as he looked at the mess of an apartment. Mentally checking to make sure no hazardous objects littered his home. An unexpected jolt of fear rose at the thought of him harming Noir by accident. After all, dogs can’t speak or lingually emote. Looking at his frozen watch—a reflex out of nervousness—Bucky paced around.

“Mr Barnes?” Followed by a knock on the door, shook him out of his trance. Irene’s signature smile gave him a tiny speck of hope as she handed him the dog carrier, “Don’t worry, Stan is never wrong.”

Bucky waited. He waited for Noir to finish sniffing every single object he could. He was starting to get impatient and insisted Noir to come at least somewhat near him. An idea sprouted in his mind and he retrieved a bag full of colourful toys Irene had asked him to buy. Much to his dismay, Noir remained in his corner despite noticing the enticing objects in Bucky’s hands. Bucky had had enough, he began walking towards the dog, who crept further into the corner.

“Come on buddy, I’m new at this,” He begged softly, remembering Stan’s plea. Receiving no change in demeanour, Bucky sighed, wanting to divert his mind for a while.

Tossing his old clothes and towel in the laundry basket, he threw on a hoodie and tracks. Secretly hoping his change in appearance would somehow ease the reserved dog. Well, Noir definitely behaved differently—he was chewing on the corner wall. But, what had startled Bucky the most was that his beloved fuzzy pillow was strewn all over the floor.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bucky slapped his hands on his face, slowly dragging them down. Noir paused what he was doing, tiny ears perked and Bucky would have sworn he saw the dog smiling, “You punk,” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“All right, g’ night buddy,” Feigning defeat, Bucky set down two bowls next to Noir’s bed, food and water, in case, Noir was remotely like him and often got up in the middle of the night seeking comfort. Before entering his bedroom, Bucky glanced at Noir stuffing his face into the pet food. That brought a smile onto his face.

Sleepless nights were common to Bucky. Usually, he whiled away the night by severely contemplating his past actions. So, naturally, a new living and breathing addition to his lifestyle scared him to his core. Not only was he burdened by Stan’s faith in him but also his own conscience. Just as he was about to slip back into his routine thoughts, soft whimpers filled the quiet apartment. Bucky perked up at the sounds, immediately recognising the source.

Laying on his side on the soft quilt, Noir’s paws twitched randomly and quiet howls left his mouth. Bucky’s heart ached, watching him suffer through his nightmares, sighing at the unfortunate similarity between them. He approached the poor dog cautiously and reached his flesh hand out. Eyes closing as he brushed through the soft, white fur, giving not only Noir but himself a sense of relief.

“It’s ok buddy,” Bucky whispered, delicately holding a paw, “I’m here,” Bucky picked up the distressed dog and brought him to his bed, laying his blanket over the both of them. An arm stretched over the fur, making tiny circles which seemed to be silently appreciated.

A few weeks had passed and Noir had returned back to his usual jovial self. Ever since Bucky had calmed him, Noir began resembling Stan’s detailed descriptions of him which the old man often gushed about to any listeners. Bucky realised how he had adapted to having Noir in his life. His nights were rarely interrupted by nightmares or his strong feelings of guilt. In fact, Noir had gotten him to socialise with strangers who wished to pet the dog. His weeks were filled with frequent trips to the nearby park, where they ended up watching the dusk after an intense game of ultimate frisbee.

However, Bucky always had an inkling that all good things came to an end. Dreadful nightmares infected his dreamless sleep, reducing him into a puddle of sweat and tears. Heavy breaths resonated through the apartment, loud enough for the pawed creature to sense his obvious anguish.

Noir pushed his arm, intently watching Bucky violently thrash around in his sleep. Moments later, Bucky followed the wagging tail to Noir’s bed. Fluffy, white paws lightly pushed his chest to lay down on the obviously tiny quilt. Bucky chuckled through the tears, realising what Noir was doing. Noir snuggled into Bucky’s side, with his paw across Bucky’s stomach. Though his furry counterpart had fallen asleep, Bucky remained awake for the rest of the night, mindlessly brushing the fur, listening to the crackling sounds of firewood. Overwhelmed with emotions, he decided to get some fresh air. Stealing a long look at the warmth that surrounded Noir, he left the apartment.

Nightfall was Bucky’s favourite time of day. The dark and bare streets pleased him as he walked without care. He couldn’t remember the last time he was desperate enough to relieve his mind from the bad thoughts. But now, Bucky only intended to appreciate all he was dealt with. A messy home. Plums. Stan. Noir.

Bucky returned a couple hours later. Both arms clad with bags and bags of things just for Noir, ones he had eyed on their walks or visits to the supermarket. Bucky unlocked the door and let out a laugh, beaming from ear to ear. Noir had moved from his bed to sleep by the door, eagerly waiting for his return. Crouching down, Bucky stroked the pristine fur, speaking the only words to express his gratitude, “I love you, Noir.”

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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do you have a lot of barbecues during the summer? My dad used to all the time when I was a kid, but he’s not into it anymore for some reason. My fam just uses this little kitchen Cuisinart Griddler and a cast iron skillet for stuff like burgers and steaks. Oh, and my dad has a hot dog broiler/roller thing lol. do you plan on going to the movies soon? to see what? My mom and I want to see It Chapter 2 again. do you tie your shoes or just tuck in the laces? I tie them. What is one present you got for your last birthday? A Nintendo Switch with a couple games and a case, some Adidas clothes/shoes/socks/fanny pack/mini backpack, and a weekend getaway. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I really don’t remember.

Do you remember losing your first tooth? Yeah. I was eating an apple, ha. In the summer would u rather have the windows down or the AC on in the car? AC for sure. Having the windows down does nothing for me cause the air blowing in is just hot air. are you itchy anywhere right now? No. Have you ever thrown anything at a moving car? Uh, no. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I go through spurts where I’m obsessed with The Sims. What song makes you laugh when you hear it? Uhh. do you believe in “the one”? I actually thought I found a potential “one” in Ty. Or at least something serious and long-term. Silly me. Do you like maple cookies? I’ve never had one, but I’ve seen them and they look/sound delicious. I love maple donuts, so I imagine I’d love a maple cookie. Have you ever volunteered anywhere? where? Yeah, various places. are you afraid to pop a balloon? I do get a little nervous in anticipation of the POP! Name one person you’d like to see this month. I’ll be seeing one of my aunts that I’m close to soon. How high do you put the volume while using headphones? When listening to ASMR I turn it up all the way, but something else maybe half way or so. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. What would be the worst possible way to be woken up? I don’t enjoy being woken up ever so if someone does they better have a good reason and some coffee, ha. which was better: lion king 1 or lion king 2? Lion King 1. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? No. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. have you ever had a pet rock? No. Do you believe in marriage? I just can’t see myself ever getting married. What word do you say way too much? I know what phrase I say too much, “I don’t know.” What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? Like a Quick Mar/gas station/liquor store type store? I just get a drink, like a Starbucks Doubleshot. I used to get chips all the time, too. are you currently cold? No. It actually feels nice right now, which is shocking. It looks overcast out right now and it’s only 72 F, which is a big drop in temp for us Californians who have been experiencing upper 90s and triple digit temps. do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? Yes. what is a creative way to paint your nails? I wouldn’t know, I suck at painting them just the basic way. I tried dabbling in nail art stuff a few years ago, but I sucked. does your computer have built in speakers or do you have some plugged in? They’re built in. bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I liked playing with chalk as a kid. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. what colour is your alarm clock? I use my phone, which is coral. what brand is your TV? Insignia. are you proud of your body? Nooope. Watermelon or Cherries? Watermelon. What is your all time favourite song? I have too many, I couldn’t pick just one. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows and movies. Eric Northman, playing by Alexander Skarsgard, for example. That character first introduced me to Alex. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? I don’t think there’s been one in particular. how much effort do you put into how you look? Not much at all. :/ Favourite brand of cookies? Oreos and Keeblers. what would you do if you found out your mother had killed someone? Wowwwww. That would be.....wow. I don’t even know. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? Lucille Ball. Do you pay for your own things? Some things, not everything. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? Yes. Do you think the world is getting worse every year? I think we’re just more aware. Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Yes, a few. Have you ever gone a day without eating? Yeah. I’ve gone days. How do YOU believe the world & universe started? I believe in God and that He created the world and everything in it. What was the topic of the last essay you wrote? I don’t remember. That was almost 5 years ago. how old were you when you discovered what sex was? I remember making my Barbies do what I thought sex was haha. Do you wish you had smaller feet? No, they’re already pretty small. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? EW NO. I hate when people do that, it’s SO disgusting. Throw it away it’s really not that hard. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? I don’t use a cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? They don’t know I’ve smoked weed a few times. Doesn’t sound like a big deal to most, but I don’t know I just haven’t told them. Who is the best cook in your house? My parents and brother are all good cooks. They each have their specialties. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yeah. Do you have a ‘prized possession’? My laptop. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I’ve felt that way in some friendships. How many dryer sheets do you put in a load of laundry? I don’t do the laundry. Recommend a good book to me. I don’t know what you like. What would you consider unforgivable? Someone murdering someone I love. When you hear someone talking about lice, does your head start itching? Haha yeah. What would be a clever name for a giraffe? Lol I named my giraffe stuffed animals with G names. Like my 4ft giraffe I have is named Gigi, like GG for “giant giraffe.” lol. She’s giant in comparison to the other stuffed animals. Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? No. What’s something you like to do while you’re drunk? I don’t drink anymore. Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything. Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Why not both. Kiss on the neck or kiss on the cheek? Depends who the kiss is coming from. True or False: you this read wrong True. Don’t you hate when you hit your tooth on your cup trying to get a drink? Yes, or a utensil. I do that forks a lot for some reason. Which store would you choose to max out a credit card? I don’t want to max out any credit cards. I gotta pay it back, you know. Who has the loudest mouth in your house? My dog? lol. Can you understand shakespear english? Kinda, but I didn’t really enjoy Shakespeare, so I didn’t put a lot of effort into it. Do you usually buy or make your Halloween costumes? I’ve done both. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Not anymore, really. I like getting takeout to just eat at home. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? These past few years. What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? Hmm. I’ve read articles in the past about weird laws each state has, but I can’t think of an example right now. Is your name common? Yeah. If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? I love having a dog. Do you like fried bologna? I’ve never had it fried, but I love bologna sandwiches. How do you act around people you dislike? I’d act civil, but I would probably be short and just keep my distance, not interacting unless I needed to. Do you like decorating rooms or would you rather have someone else do it? Someone else. I’m not creative enough. Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I’d love to go. have you spent money on a game online? Yeah. I’ve bought a few game apps and Sims games. Are you good at making small talk? Nopeee. Has someone ever taken something from you that you could never replace? Yes. Are you a fan of tattoos? I mean, sure. Are you bikini ready? I don’t wear bikinis. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Menstrual cycles were a bitch, but I don’t get them anymore.

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your-anxious-nightmare · 5 years

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Adventures In Dad-Ing (2)

Summary: The time Patton made a friend and scared Virgil halfway across the country and back. (Or, Patton gets lost and finds a friend while Virgil panics and searches the neighbourhood.) Word Count: 1647 Pairings: Familial Moxiety Previous: one

Virgil always took good care of his son. He treated Patton like royalty, always making sure the young boy had the basic necessities he require and enough books and toys to keep even a spoilt prince happy. What he could never provide, however, was friends.

Virgil tried his hardest to take Patton to daycare, but he was dependent and had an attachment disorder. He couldn’t be away from his father for more than an hour before he started to panic. The two went to groups for single parents every Saturday for three months before one of the kids hit Patton and the father blamed Virgil’s parenting.

It was one Friday afternoon when Patton found a friend in the most unlikely, but classically Patton, of fashions.

Patton finished his lunch and helped his dad clean up before running off to the living room to play with some soft toys. He had three favourites, a small blue teddy bear he named Blue, an old dog named Spot, and his all-time favourite green stuffed dinosaur named Fluffy. He would often play tea party with a set of plastic cups, or have adventures around the house with his toy friends, but no matter what, Patton always lost interest once he caught a glimpse outside. The passing cars would catch his attention over the game he was playing every time. Virgil had often caught his son trying to open the back door so he could go chase the neighbour’s geese or follow a stray cat down the street.

As the blonde boy was throwing his dinosaur in the air, a bird landed outside the sliding door. Patton quickly dropped his toy and raised to the glass, holding his face close and fogging it with his breath. As he was leaning against the door, the lock unhooked and it slides to the left, sending Patton to the ground with a thump. He quickly yells ‘I’m okay’ so his dad doesn’t worry before looking back up.

The bird hopped closer to the door, staring at Patton with large brown eyes before flying off, the boy quick to follow it outside. His little legs only carry him so far before he loses sight of the animal. Realising he’s not at home, Patton starts to worry. The houses around him don’t look like the ones his dad takes him past when they go shopping. Tears start to brim in the four-year-olds eyes when a loud cry sends him turning to his right.

A small park sits nestled between to large houses, containing only a swing set, jungle gym and a small slide. Sat on the bark under the jungle gym is a young boy, tears streaming down his cheeks and knee pulled up to his chest.

Patton waddles over, sniffling lightly as he approaches the boy.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, clambering onto the raised bark and sitting next to the boy. He doesn’t answer, crying loudly and wiping at his face. “I can help. I fall lots.” Patton offers slowly. The boy looks up, green eyes puffy from crying. He nods a little, a small smile making its way onto Patton’s freckled cheeks. The smaller boy helps his unnamed friend up, taking him to the water fountain to wash his knee before sitting together on the grass.

“Does it still hurt?” The boy nods a little, sniffling but no longer balling his eyes out. Patton leans over, pressing a kiss just above the wound on his knee. “My papa says kisses are magic. He says they help all sorts of things.” The boy smiles widely, showing a small gap in his front teeth.

“I’m Logan.” He thrusts a hand out, dark skin contrasting Patton’s light as he shakes his hand.

Meanwhile, Virgil enters the living room with a plate of cookies in hand. He looks up to ask if Patton would like some, eyes falling instantly onto the open door.

“Pattycake?” He yells, placing the cookies on the coffee table and wandering down to the boy’s room. “Patton?” He shouts louder, searching every room, under every table or chair, inside the cupboards. Panic rises in his stomach as he circles back to the living room.

“Patton!” He runs through the door, barely able to pull it shut behind him as he races onto the street. His first stop is the house down the street, the garden filled with gnomes and fairies had always fascinated the boy when they walked to the store together.

Virgil’s heart stops as he realises his son isn’t there, and he races back home to grab his phone on the knocking on the neighbour’s door. The couple next door was kind to the young family, always offering to babysit if Virgil was too busy and gifting the child his teddy bear on his third birthday.

The couple offers to help quickly, the eldest man hopping in the car and driving around the neighbourhood as the youngest goes the opposite way to Virgil to search on foot.

Oblivious to his panicking father and the search party on the lookout, Patton chases Logan around the park, playing tag amongst the play equipment.

“Haha, you can’t catch me!” Logan laughs, ducking between the swings before hiding behind a tree.

“Yeah, I can!” Patton races after him, almost tripping over his laces as he reaches the boy, tapping his shoulder and rolling onto the grass, finally out of breath. “See, told you!” Logan smiles again, sitting against the tree as Patton laughs.

“You’re pretty cool Patton.” He sighs, watching the boy play with the wildflowers. “Why are you out here alone?”

“Why are you here alone?” The younger retorts, sticking his tongue out. Logan looks away quickly, playing with his sleeves.

“Mummy said I had to leave. She said I can go home when it gets dark.” He mumbles, looking up at the setting sun and hoping it’ll go down faster. Yes, he liked playing with Patton, but the five-year-old wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up under his galaxy blanket and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars his dad stuck to the roof.

“I got lost.” Patton smiles sadly, sitting up in front of his new friend. “I chased a bird and then I heard you cry. I don’t know here Papa is.” Tears brim in his blue eyes and Logan quickly wraps his arms around the younger child, holding him tight as he starts to cry, tired from his adventure.

“Patton!” A shout sounds, catching Logan’s attention. He looks up to see a man in flannel pyjamas wandering past the park. Looking down to see Patton asleep, he moves the boy off him, placing his jacket under his head and runs over to the sidewalk.

“Mister?” He asks, getting the man to spin around and look down at him. Logan stammers slightly, not a fan of the sudden attention. “Are you Patton’s dad?”

“Yes, yes! Sorry, have you seen him?” Virgil shouts, wincing at his own volume before bending down to the young boy’s height.

“Prove it. What was he wearing?” Logan’s not dumb. He knows not to talk to strangers. If this man truly is his friend's dad, he needs to prove it.

“His cat hoodie. Its grey and the sleeves should be wet from him chewing on them. He was also in a pair of blue shorts and I don’t think he was wearing shoes. He looks like this.” Virgil turns his phone to show the Logan a picture of the two, Patton squirming in his dad’s arms as he presses a kiss to his temple.

“He’s over here.” Logan grabs the man’s hand and pulls him over to the sleeping boy, Virgil sighing in relief. He quickly kneels next to his son, shaking him lightly to wake him. The boy’s eyes flutter open, a small whimper escaping his lips before he looks up. Upon seeing his father, Patton launches himself into his arms, apologizing and vowing to never run off again as tears start to fall from both his and his dad’s eyes.

“Thank you. I’m Virgil.” The man turns back to the other young boy in the park, offering a hand for him to shake.

“Logan.” He shakes the man’s hand before Patton detaches himself, giving Logan a hug as well as he thanks him for finding his dad.

“We should be getting home, Patton. How about we walk you home Logan, it’s quite dark.” An uncomfortable feeling washes over the young man. Why was Logan out here in the first place? He looks around Patton’s age, shouldn’t a parent be nearby?

“That would be good. Thank you Patton’s dad.” Logan takes the lead as Virgil picks up his tired son, and together they walk down the street to find a house on the corner. It looks nicer than Virgil’s home, but looks aren’t everything.

“Mr Patton’s dad?” Virgil looks down as Logan takes some mail out of the letterbox and pushes open the gate, turning back to the family. “Would it be okay if I play with Patton one day? I know he’s in trouble for running off, but I liked playing with him.”

“I think I could sort something out. How about you give your parents my number and we can set something up?” Virgil writes his number and address on the back of a leaflet and watches until Logan gets to his door before taking his son home.

He lays the sleeping boy in bed, tucking him in and giving him the dinosaur teddy.

It’s no surprise when Virgil checks every lock four times before going to bed himself. He makes sure every door is shut, and every window closed, even going as far as to check the cat door the previous owners installed.

The house falls quiet as both members of the family fall asleep, each sufficiently tired out from the big adventure.

@katatles-the-fish @karma-the-tax-collector

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bireyes-moved · 5 years

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1-15 for your current favorite oc

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

I… used to whilst growing up. Not anymore! But when I was a child, my favourite was a stuffed chocobo..

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

I’m pretty decent at looking after pets.. plants? I can do hardy plants that don’t need so much motherin’. As for a kid, probably not. I don’t see that happenin’.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

No.

4. Do they look good in red?

Nah.. well, some red? But I tend to avoid buyin’ red colours anyway. My wardrobe’s mostly them neutral colours - fancy stuff usually just has an accent.

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Ahh, I ain’t good at doin’ speeches. Listen, I’m not a people person. I don’t do crowds and talking. S’pose it’d depend on the audience and what it’s for.

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

I take advice from those close to me sure, but w’ a pinch of salt. I find that sometimes those close to you let themselves ignore what’s going wrong. Sure you get your mother friends but sometimes you got those friends who think you couldn’t do nothin’ wrong.

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

I would describe him as: Intuitive, Resourceful, Balance.

Hmm. Cold, possibly deceitful and stern.

((Khaz is a lot kinder than he thinks he is. He’s also more liked than he realises - he puts himself down in his head by habit)).

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

I like a good puzzle. Sometimes I get frustrated sure, but it’s all part of the experience.

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Suppose I empathize with maybe plants? Not much though.

10. What age do they most want to be right now?

Well, currently I’m 33. And I’m happy bein’ 33.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Save. You never know what might happen. Mostly save - I got some things I wanna get now sure, but most of it’s gonna be tucked away just in case.

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Sometimes? It has to be fittin’ the narrative.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

I never met my parents, but if growing up in the orphanage taught me anything it was that you’re only ever responsible for your own actions. Can’t pass ‘em on to anyone else.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Heh, probably. Occasional drink or smoke, I guess.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Used to be I’d criticise anyone doin’ anything I thought useless. Grew up then. You enjoy what you enjoy. Suppose running around doing errands might seem useless but I got used to that.

((thank you for the ask! that’s a lot of questions.))

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bitsandbobsandstuff · 6 years

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A Christmas Fairytale

Summary: All Bucky wanted was you and the snow. Missing the love of your life at Christmas is hard.

Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Pretty much fluff. Little bit of sad, but then a bunch of happy

A/N: Holidays are hard sometimes, especially when you’re missing people or can’t make it home. So no matter what holiday you’re celebrating, or even if you’re not celebrating a damn thing and are just missing someone, this story is for anyone who’s wishing for a little miracle now and then.

MASTERLIST

I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.

The fresh snow crunches under your boots as you wander slowly down the sidewalk, hands tucked deep in the pockets of Bucky’s blue peacoat. It was far too large, hanging nearly to your knees, and you had to push the sleeves up every time you needed your fingers, but it was soft and warm and smelled like his cologne. Dammit, you missed him.

It’s late this Christmas Eve, and the city is beginning to settle. The ever-present hum is still there, that persistent buzz found only in New York, combined with the mad dash of frantic shoppers, rushing for taxis and subways, last minute purchases shoved hastily in red plastic bags.

Lost in thought, you turn the familiar lyrics over in your mind. Home for Christmas. It’s the last plea of a desperate traveler, the perpetual wish on the tip of every soldier’s tongue.

Bucky’s been talking about Christmas for months, dreaming of spending it in the city, walking in the snow, seeing the windows at Macy’s, getting a picture with Santa. Little things in the grand scheme of life, but important to him. You know he’ll be disappointed. He promised you he’d come home, and now he’s breaking that promise.

It’s hard sometimes, to love a soldier.

So, you stroll the streets of New York searching for distractions, anything to keep your brain occupied, while your beating heart is somewhere far away, risking his life in a bid to keep the world safe. You can never fault him for it, his burning desire to set things right, to reset the scales he believes are eternally unbalanced against his past deeds; it’s something about him that you love unconditionally.

But it breaks your heart a little. All he wanted this year was to watch the snow fall over the city.

***

Bucky sighs as he pulls a bag from the depths of his closet. Sitting quietly on his bed, draped in one of his enormous old hoodies, you watch him fill the canvas carry-on.

“Do you know where you’re headed?”

He holds up the tactical gear with a rueful expression. A swirl of light colours in a desert camouflage pattern. “Nowhere with snow.”

Giving him an encouraging smile, you shake your head. “It’ll be quick Buck, over and done in no time.”

He’s carefully sliding knives into cases and slipping them into the pockets of his tac pants, and you see his shoulders give a disappointed shrug.

“Maybe. I wanted to be here for the first snow though. One thing that always made me feel like Christmas was close.”

Stuffing a lightweight beige jacket into the bag, he zips it shut and kicks it off to the side, before leaning down to where you sit, your arms wrapped around your knees. Placing his palms on either side of your hips, he ducks in for a kiss, lips brushing your cheek, before trailing to your mouth. Kicking your feet out, you press your heels into the back of his thighs and give a jerk, so he comes tumbling down on you with a laugh. He rubs his beard against your neck, and you can feel his smile.

“I’ll miss you,” he breathes into your skin.

“I’ll miss you,” you answer with a whisper. “I have something for you though.”

Reaching into your hoodie pocket, you pull out a small plastic object and offer it to him, a grin on your face.

Bucky pulls away and looks down, confused as he looks at the little plastic ball that houses a miniature New York City skyline. Then his face clears, and he huffs out a laugh.

“A snow globe?”

“Yep,” you tuck it into his hand. “Now you can make it snow no matter where you are.”

*****

There’s a clanging that catches your ear, a bell ringing through the clear night, and you come back to the present, noticing your location. Digging a handful of change from Bucky’s coat pocket, you drop it into the little red tin, the Salvation Army volunteer giving you a cheerful ‘Merry Christmas’ at the gesture.

Crowds are smaller on Christmas Eve, giving you a chance to see the Macy’s display windows up close in all their glory. The theme this year is ‘Christmas of the Past’, every window showcasing a display of Christmas mornings through the years.

There’s a lovely old West image, a family in a log cabin in the mountains, little red stockings hanging in front of a roughhewn mantle.

There’s a lavish, Victorian era parlour room, little girls in frilly dresses with new china dolls.

The scene from the 1970s makes you laugh, everything angular and geometric, colours in eyewatering shades of green and orange and brown, with so much shag carpet.

And there on the corner, a soft scene drawn straight from his memories, is a family on Christmas morning in the 1920s.

The details are exactly as Bucky has remembered it in his stories, and you raise a hand to the glass, wishing you could step into the display and find him. Out of all the memories that came back for him, you were relieved one in particular had made a re-appearance. His father bringing in the tree a couple days before Christmas. Draping silver strings of tinsel over the branches and hanging the glass ornaments his mother had collected over the years. His sister Becca digging into her stocking, finding sticks of rock candy and the smooth, bright orange wedged in the round toe.

Pulling out your phone, you snap a handful of photos of the scene; if Bucky can’t be here to see it himself, you can still save a bit of Christmas for when he finally comes home.

***

“Um, favourite Christmas you remember.”

Bucky groans dramatically. “Too hard. They were all good. Different question.”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Come on. There had to be one that stands out.”

You’re lying in a tangle of arms and legs on the living room floor, bundled together in a colourful patchwork quilt. It’s still not cold enough to snow, but outside the leaden sky has opened, fat drops of cold rain splashing against the windows.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you curl into him, pulling him close. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his hands stroking lightly up and down your back as he thinks.

“Okay, I have something,” his chest vibrates against your ear, his voice low. “It was Christmas in 1931, two years after the market crashed in ’29. Whole country was sunk with the Depression, and we couldn’t afford anything. Hell, half the country couldn’t even afford to buy bread.” He sighs at this, pulls you tighter. “Anyway, there was no money for gifts, so I decided to try and shove my way into a poker game with a couple older guys down the block, who had a – a bit of a reputation.”

At this, you grumble. “Good god Bucky.”

He gives a little grunt when you poke him in the side. “Huh, same think my Ma said. Well, so Steve comes with me, and after a couple hands I was doing good, and then the guy pulls out this pair of kids roller skates. Guess he got ‘em from some factory or other – maybe he stole them, I didn’t ask – and he threw ‘em on the table. And that was it, I just had to have them for Becca, knew she’d love them. Had nothing to bet with though, until Steve decided to throw his Granddad’s pocket watch on the pile. They dealt the cards, and I’ll be god damned – I pulled a straight flush. Best hand I’ve ever taken in my entire life. Won the pot and high-tailed it out before they could think twice.”

He shifts again, hooks an ankle over your leg, tries to pull you even closer. “Christmas morning, I wrap them in an old shirt, and when she opens it, I swear I never seen a kid light up like that, she was so damn excited. It hadn’t snowed yet that year, so first chance we got, I took her outside and she strapped them on and I ran up and down the block, pulling her behind me.” Bucky chuckles at the memory. “She never actually learned how to use them. I was still pulling her around the block the next Christmas.”

He’s a vivid storyteller, and at his words, the images come easily. The thought of Bucky as a knobby-kneed, dark haired young boy doing everything in his power to make his little sister happy? It made your heart fit to burst, suddenly too big for your chest.

He’s such a good man.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, a voice calling for him. Real life intrudes again, breaking the spell. Burying your face against his chest, you give him a squeeze.

“Be careful Bucky. Finish this up, and you – you come home for Christmas, okay?”

Bucky stays silent as he holds you, before gently pulling away to look down, giving you a crooked smile, blue eyes unreadable. He runs his thumb over your lips, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll come home for Christmas. I promise.”

*****

Several blocks later, you find yourself at the entrance to the holiday market in Central Park. It’s even later now, and the crowds have dispersed. Down a winding path, you can see Santa’s workshop nestled snug in the trees, a warm yellow light spilling from the windows into the lane. Bucky always joked about taking you to visit Santa, insisted there was no way you would get what you wanted, unless Santa knew.

Perhaps it’s too late, but you walk up the path anyway, to see if Santa can find time for one more Christmas wish.

Climbing up the steps of Santa’s little log cabin workshop, you raise your hand to knock, but the door opens before your knuckles touch the wood. The bright light washes over you, and there’s the man himself, Santa Claus, standing in the doorway. He towers above you, twinkling eyes looking down through the glasses settled on his nose, round cheeks rosy red from the cold.

“Well, what have we here!” his voice is so cheerfully animated, you can’t help but smile at the sound.

“Sorry Santa, guess I’m a little late.”

Santa simply laughs, shaking his head merrily, curly white beard dancing with the movement. “Young lady, it’s never too late. Now, you tell me that Christmas wish now, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I think my wish this year might be a little impossible.”

Eyes dropping to your boots, you blink rapidly, trying to stem the tears. Santa’s voice is kind when he responds.

“Now then, you listen to me. Christmas is a time for miracles. Don’t forget, anything is possible. You never know what’s right behind you.”

There’s a quiet sound, someone clearing their throat in the velvety darkness behind you.

“Merry Christmas Santa. Do you have anything in your workshop as beautiful as she is?”

The sound of that deep, rough, familiar voice slices through the frosty night air. Lifting your eyes to Santa’s face, you find him looking over your shoulder, a secretive smile behind that white beard.

Impossible.

Turning slowly, you find a man standing at the bottom of the steps. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a heavy black jacket, hands tucked into the pockets. Dark hair curls at the base of his neck, longer than you remember, and when he reaches to brush it back, you see his bright blue eyes sparkling happily. With a shout, you leap from the top step into his arms.

He catches you with a laugh, arms closing around you, spinning you in a dizzying circle, before setting you back on your feet, his warm lips finding yours. He tastes like cinnamon and chocolate and candy canes and Christmas.

“You,” you breathed, feeling the tears fill your eyes. You don’t try to blink them away this time. “I want you, I wish for you.” Gripping his jacket tight, you pull his face down, touching your cold nose to his.

“You got me, sweetheart.” Bucky grins at your excitement, his arms locked around you. “I promised I’d come home for Christmas. I wasn’t going to break that.” He drops a kiss on your nose, gently kisses your lips, once twice, three times, before he leans back. Tilting his head, he looks down in surprise at your outfit, and gives a quiet laugh. “I was looking everywhere for that jacket.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, a little embarrassed. “Been feeling sentimental.”

“That’s okay, I just needed something from the pocket.” Quirking an eyebrow, he reaches for the lapels of the jacket, his fingers catching a tiny button on the front pocket, and he twists it open, reaching three long fingers into the silky lining.

He pulls his hand back, tucking a tiny item into his fist, closing the fingers tight. Looking at him in confusion, you look down at his hand, and notice it’s shaking slightly.

“Buck?”

He takes a deep breath, glances up to the heavens. And he begins to laugh.

Thick white snowflakes appear seemingly out of nowhere, and suddenly the dark night is a swirl of white as they fall, soft and heavy.

Bucky looks back to you, sees the delicate flakes catch in your eyelashes as you meet his gaze, and he feels his heart jump. His voice is quiet when he speaks.

“Only thing I’ll ever want for Christmas is you.”

“Me too Bucky.” Placing a hand over his heart, you give him gentle smile.

He nods, watching you. When he unclasps his fingers, you look down.

Laying in his palm, is a diamond ring.

“Promise I’ll always do whatever it takes to make it home to you. Knowing you’re waiting for me? That’s all I’ll ever need. So sweetheart, I guess my Christmas wish is this - will you marry me?”

Bucky Barnes stands before you, hopeful and terrified, holding his breath as he waits for an answer he’s dreamed of hearing a thousand different times. The distant sound of midnight church bells breaks the silence, and there in the first, fresh moments of a new Christmas morning, you find your voice.

“Yes.”

*****

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