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iminlovewithwomen · 11 months

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Love Muffin

Warnings: fluff, confessions, thats basically it

Summary: A tainted muffin causes your friendship between Henry to falter, but could something else grow?

guys this is a long one + it's been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months

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You were standing in the middle of Junk n' Stuff, crawling your fingers into the mouth of your bestfriend, Henry. Let me explain.

A few hours earlier, Ray met a woman named Gwen who he claims "immediately fell in love with her". Which was weird, because Ray hasn't ever had a girlfriend who he ever fell in love with.

The thing is they are already getting married on the same day they met.

But you and the gang, consisting of Henry, Charlotte, Jasper, and Schwoz, couldn't figure out how he "fell in love" with her so quickly.

She had to have done something to him.

So, Schwoz hooked up a machine to his head to see how they met. As you saw on the machine, Gwen gave him a muffin for him to eat and kissed him.

Charlotte, being the intelligent queen she is, figured out that she gave him a tainted muffin which made him fall in love with her.

Jasper came down a few minutes later listening to music, when he was supposed to be upstairs with Henry and Gwen in Junk 'N Stuff.

Henry and Gwen.

She must have been giving him muffins too.

You, Charlotte, and Jasper all ran up to the store to stop her from giving the muffins to him.

And that brings us to the present.

"Henry, stop!" "You can't eat that muffin!" We all cried out.

"Why can't I eat the muffin?!"

"Let him eat the muffin!"

Apparently, Gwen and I were pulling on his arms too hard, causing him to fall back and soon enough a vase bonked him on the head.

"Henry!" We all screamed, worried about our bestfriend.

"Y/N, you know mouth to mouth resuscitation! Help him!"

"Wait, what?!" You quickly got pushed down to his level to give him mouth to mouth.

"I need to kiss him!" Gwen tried to pull you away.

"Get away from me! I'm his bestfriend!"

The thing is, you didn't want to do it because you have a crush on Henry. You had a MAJOR crush on him, and you have since you both got this job.

Obviously you know that you'll never date him, but sometimes he gives you mixed signals. Like winking at you, complimenting you often, etc. It's the little things that keep you going.

As you looked at his face, you inhaled a deep breath and connected your lips together. You gave him mouth to mouth and pulled your faces away from eachother.

He woke up and you sighed in relief. Thank god that worked, you wouldn't know what to do if he hadn't woken up.

"Hey, Hen." You waved at him. "You doing okay?"

"I-I...I think I'm in love with you."

"What's up?" You pushed your neck out farther and raised your eyebrows in confusion.

Oh, God.

How could you have been so stupid?

The muffin.

Gwen kissed Ray after he ate the muffin, and it made him fall in love with her.

Henry is in love with you.

You stood up and put your hands on your head in despair, what are you going to do?

Henry followed you everywhere you went in the room, and even tried to hug you. You tried to push him off but his hugs felt nice. You felt comfortable in his arms. But you quickly realized this is just the muffin talking, he doesn't actually love you.

You frowned at the thought. God, why does love have to be so complicated?

Ray walked in the store, a dopey smile on his face.

"I was just dreaming about the first time we met." You rolled your eyes at him.

"Could you please make all of these people leave so we can be alone?" She gave him doe eyes, making him cave in and push us out of the store. Unfortunately, Henry was still all over me. Which, honestly, I couldn't complain about. I've never gotten this much affection from Henry.

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You walked up to Henry's front porch, trying to open the door when Henry pushed you against the door while hugging you.

"Jesus, Henry! Get off of me for a second." You untie your sweatshirt from around your waist and throw it to him so he can smell it. He has a smile on his face while watching your actions. It's like everything you do is angelic to him.

You open the door to be greeted by Henry's living room, the scent of vanilla filling your nose.

You sit on the couch, Henry following right after you like a lost puppy. He stands there, giving you a tiny signal saying that he wants to lie next to you.

You sighed and lifted your arm up, Henry gasping on how you let him cuddle up next to you.

As Charlotte walked into the room after a tiny conversation with Schwoz on how he can't come in, she asks, "What is going on here?"

"Just tryna give the boy what he wants." You replied, trying to hide the fact you wanted him to sit near you.

"Tell me why Gwen would use tainted muffins to make Ray fall in love with her."

"Cuz, think about it, if Captain Man and Kid Danger are so in love that they can't fight crime, they can't stop Gwen from doing whatever evil things she wants to do!"

"Well, thank goodness Girl Danger is here to help. And I'm not eating any muffins anytime soon, or any from Gwen..." You trail off, feeling the sensation of Henry's hands on your shoulders.

"Oh that feels...really good." You throw your head back in pleasure while Charlotte gives you "the look".

You clear your throat and say, "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, be right back." Obviously, Henry follows after you. "Alone." His smile drops but after a few seconds, he still follows.

You're right next to the door when he pins you against the wall. "Henry, what are you doing?!" You gasp.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N/N, I know you like me." Henry replies. Your jaw drops and you pretend like you've never ever had a crush on him. "What?" You scoff. "I do not have a crush on you."

"Y/N, Charlotte told me a few months ago. I'm surprised I never saw the signs."

You look down to the floor, scared for him to reject you. He uses his hand to lift up your head by your jaw and kisses you.

You pull away from his sweet, sweet lips. You pushed him away from your body which felt amazing next to his.

"Henry, this is just the muffin talking, you don't actually like me."

"I know it may seem like this is the muffin saying stuff, but it's true. I do like you."

"Let me think about it, Hen." You stuttered. "Now can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, oh, yes, sorry." He exclaims. You walk in and see him still following you.

"Henry!"

"Sorry!"

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*Time skip*

A little recap. Piper came downstairs, in need of her "Girly Curly" that apparently you broke.

She grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped off a little bit of your hair. You felt hurt by her actions, which Henry could see by the look on your face.

"Don't touch my Y/N." He said in a stern voice, but Piper didn't listen. She started to fight you, but as you were fighting her, you caught a glimpse of Henry on the floor. He was spazzing, jerking, everything a person with a seizure would do.

We all came to the conclusion that when Piper hurt you, it made Henry angry, which drove out his feelings of love.

You and the gang were currently in the Man Cave, planning to get Henry to fight Ray. You realized at Henry's house, if we could get Ray angry, it would drive out his feelings of love too.

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When we saw Ray, Henry went on this rant about how Gwen was going to see this man more attractive than Ray named Rob Banks. Eventually, Ray got angry enough to throw Henry across the room. Me, Jasper, and Charlotte rushed over to ask if he was okay. Clearly he wasn't, but we wanted to be supportive friends.

Ray's feelings were soon gone after he started spazzing in the middle of the room. We talked with Ray to see if he was okay, and he was, so we came up with a plan to catch Gwen.

Long story short, he pulled off Gwen's ponytail and she blackmailed us into letting her get away.

"So, we all learned a lesson here, didn't we?" Schwoz said. We all looked at him in confusion as to what he was saying.

"Anger is stronger than love." Jasper claimed out of the blue, and we all nodded and agreed with him.

#henry danger #henry hart #ray manchester #captain man #jasper dunlop #charlotte page #henry hart x reader #jace norman #riele downs #cooper barnes

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weareapackofstrays · 22 days

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter V (Final)

Genre: Non-Idol college au, fwb to lovers, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex, Unprotected sex, Cussing. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: 6,519

Summary: Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

Chapter V: About Time Prev

Charlotte: I'm stuck. Does it get easier? Bob: No...Yes, it gets easier. Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you. Bob: Thanks...The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you. Charlotte: Yeah...I just don't know what I'm supposed to be. You know? I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write and I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre, you know? Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses? You know? Take, uh, dumb pictures of your feet. Bob: You'll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.

The apartment felt extra lonely tonight. You were huddled on your couch surrounded by comfort snacks and wearing cozy pajamas. It should have been a relaxing evening, but when one of your favorite movies couldn’t help distract you from the past few days, you grew restless. Eventually you turn it off and throw your face into your hands. All you could think about was your earlier exchange with Minho. His words and behavior replaying in your mind on a loop. You keep hurting him, but you don’t mean to. You punch the pillow next to you out of frustration. Why are you like this? There is a burning feeling in your chest that you can’t identify. You try to drink water to wash it away, but nothing works. Your phone buzzes beside you. Momo is calling, but you ignore it. Instead, you grab a sweater and head upstairs to talk to Minho.

You're about to knock on the door, but your hand hesitates and hovers in place. Your feet suddenly feel like sandbags. Chris happens to be walking by the entryway when he sees a figure looming at the door. He opens it to greet you. You stare up at him like a deer caught in the headlights before recovering your composure.

“Hey, Y/n,” the oldest greets you with a warm smile.

“Hey, Chris,” you respond meekly. “I was just wondering if-”

“Do I hear Y/n?” Jisung and Felix pop their heads out from the kitchen.

Jisung runs over and pulls you into a tight hug. “Hey, neighbor! How are you?”

“Fine, really, I’m fine.”

Felix hugs you next and takes hold of your hands. “I swear we didn’t know you and Daniel had history, let alone, that kind of history.” His tone is apologetic.

“Don’t worry about it.” Daniel was honestly the last thing on your mind right now.

“I’m baking some special chocolate chip cookies. Should be ready shortly. Want one?”

“Y-yeah, I'll grab one in a moment. Just need to talk to Minho.” Jisung and Felix exchange a look that you can’t quite read.

“Minho isn’t home right now,” Jisung says, a hint of hesitance in his voice.

“Oh. Where is he?”

Chris clears his throat and you turn to look at him. “He’s still at dance practice. Probably won’t be home for a while,” Chris explains. You nod your head, disappointed. The four of you fall into silence, but are thankfully interrupted by the oven timer going off.

“My cookies!” Felix runs back into the kitchen to take them out. Jisung watches as you do everything to avoid eye contact with him and Chris, shuffling on your feet. The air in the room suddenly feels thick and it’s hard to breathe.

“Y/n?” Jisung puts a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” Your heart thrums loudly in your ears. The burning in your chest starts to spread across your body.

“Sorry, I need to go. I’ll, um…bye.” You leave the boys standing stunned in the entryway. A familiar image.

Felix walks into the room with a plate full of cookies. “Y/n, here are your-” He looks around and sees you’ve left already. He snaps his finger. “Dammit, why does she keep running out on us every time I offer her baked goods?”

Chris puts an arm around Felix’s shoulder and grabs a cookie. “Maybe she doesn’t like sweets?” Chris says with a mouthful of cookie.

“Nah, I’ve seen her scarf down a bowl full of jelly beans in minutes.” All three boys quickly turn to find Seungmin sitting in the living room, completely surprised by his presence. “She probably just doesn’t like your baking.” Felix gasps.

“How long have you been there?” Chris asks as he chokes back the dessert.

“Long enough.”

Jisung places his hand on Felix, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Ignore him. He’s probably still salty about last week’s pancake debacle. Your baked goods are amazing.” Felix beams at Jisung’s compliment.

“I told you, it wasn’t my fault!” Seungmin shouts from the couch.

“Keep telling yourself that, babe!” Jisung and Felix walk back into the kitchen while Seungmin stomps off upstairs to pout. Momo rubs her eyes as she passes Seungmin on her way down the stairs.

“Do I smell cookies?” she lets out a yawn.

Chris pulls her into his side and kisses her temple. “Hey, sleepyhead. There’s some in the kitchen. You just missed, Y/n, by the way.”

“What? She was here just now?”

“Yeah. She seemed…off. Thought you should know.” Momo pulls out her phone to check if you called her back or texted her, but doesn’t see anything.

“I’ll try to check on her later. Thanks, Channie.” Momo gives Chris a kiss before joining the boys in the kitchen.

“Hey, Momo!” Jisung greets her cheerily.

“Chris mentioned there were cookies?” she asks innocently.

“Yeah!” Felix hands her the plate of goodies and she happily takes one.

Jisung watches Momo as he considers asking some questions that have been on his mind. “Hey, Momo…Can I ask you something?” he says with hesitance in his voice. She turns her attention to the doe eyed boy. “Do you know anything about what’s going on between Y/n and Minho?”

Momo takes a bite of her cookie and chews on it for a moment. Eventually she shakes her head. “I don’t really know the details. I think we all know by now they are sleeping together, but outside of that…” Momo shrugs. “I believe they have feelings for each other whether they know it or not though.”

“Exactly! That’s what we said. So why do they constantly fight it? I love Y/n, but I think she’s really hurting our boy. I know he seems tough, but inside he’s pretty soft.”

“Y/n doesn’t like to talk about this stuff anymore. Honestly, I think she’s still hurt and doesn’t want to open herself up again. She wasn’t like this before.”

“Before what?” Felix asks curiously.

“Before Daniel cheated.”

“Right…” Felix and Jisung nod, simultaneously understanding.

“I also think her parent’s divorce was really hard on her.” Momo continues. “I’ve never asked about it. Always seemed too painful to, but maybe I should have. I can tell it affects her.” Momo knows she probably shouldn’t divulge your past without your consent, but she feels she needs to explain some of your character. Chris walks into the kitchen to pull Momo away, leaving the two boys to consider her words and what to do.

Minho gets home late that night and immediately takes a shower. Practice was shit and all he wants to do is forget about it. He tries to fall asleep, but instead he spends the night tossing and turning. Minho can’t stand that the two of you have once again gotten into a disagreement.

Eventually, he looks at his phone and sees that it’s almost 4 in the morning. Groaning out of frustration, he forces himself to get up. Minho starts to pace his room, wondering if he should text you or not, but ultimately decides against it. Plus, it’s the middle of the night, he reasons. Minho lays back down in bed and passes out without realizing. He suddenly jolts awake and immediately grabs his phone. It’s already after 8am. He scrolls through his phone and reads over your limited text conversations searching for answers he knows he wont find. Giving up, he decides to go to the gym to sweat out his frustrations. After walking out of the house, he passes by your door on the way to his car. His feet stop as he considers what to do for a moment. Fuck it, he says to himself. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He's too tired. All Minho wants is to hold you until the ice encased around your heart finally melts. Why can't you just let him in?

You awake to hurried knocks. Stumbling out of bed, you throw a sweater on and make your way to the door. “Minho?” You ask groggily, surprised to see him standing there. You look over at your stove and it reads 9:15am. “Why are you here so early?” Instead of answering he pulls you into his arms and hoists your legs around his waist. He shuts the door behind him and walks the two of you into the kitchen. “Minho, what is going on?”

He places you on the counter and kisses you deeply. All animosity between the two of you melting away. What he doesn’t say is how he couldn’t sleep, too busy being kept awake thinking of you. He couldn’t admit that he fought it as long as he could until he grew impatient and had to see you. Minho removes his lips and leans his forehead against yours. He lets out a shaky sigh before speaking. Eyes closed he says, “나는 너를 좋아해” in Korean, but you don’t understand.

“What?” you whisper against his lips as you run your fingers through his soft hair. Instead of answering, he slots himself between your legs pushing his hardened cock into your core. You think he’s going in for a kiss, but instead he hugs you tightly to his chest and rests his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent and leaves a trail of feather light kisses. Chills explode across your skin. He slowly moves his way up your neck to your jawline before hovering above your mouth. Minho finally presses his lips to yours and all questions escape your train of thought. You could ask them another time. You didn’t want to think about the answers anyways. You just wanted to feel his skin on yours. His hands move from your hips and slowly climb up your sides, gently grazing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. You push into his touch as his kiss swallows your sighs.

“Fuck me, Minho,” you beg.

“Not yet.” Minho slips his fingers beneath your panties. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear as he circles your clit. You shiver at the way his voice tickles you. He peppers your neck with gentle kisses while his free hand rubs your thigh slowly, squeezing every so often. So many sensations it’s making you dizzy.

“Minho…” you take hold of his wrist to push him inside of you. He starts to pump slowly, curling his fingers with each push. Your other hand grips the back of his neck.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes.” Your breathing picks up as his pace increases.

“Good. I love the way you feel on my fingers. I love knowing how close you are. It’s so hot the way you look when you come apart just from my touch.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess. I think you might be close right now. Hmm?” Your walls start to enclose on him as your orgasm rises within you. You nod your head vigorously as moans spill out your lips.

“I’m gonna…Minho, I’m gonna come!” You pull him closer to your body, arching yourself to make sure his fingers can reach as far as they can and you start grinding against them.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me, my princess.”

You scream his name as you finally release. He continues to push his fingers in and out until you finish. When he slides out of you he looks at his soaked hand and tastes you. “Mmm,” he purrs. Your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink and you cover your face feeling shy for some reason. He pulls your hands down to meet your eyes. The two of you just smile.

Minho lifts you from the counter and carries you into your bedroom. He lays you out on the mattress and climbs over you. When his lips meet yours you get a subtle taste of yourself in his kiss and it makes your middle tighten with need again. Minho pushes his tongue in and licks against yours. It’s not hungry, but slow this time. He’s in no rush. Even as you try to take the usual approach with him, he shushes you soothingly. “Let me take my time with you.” He looks into your eyes pleading and you nod. Minho kisses the tip of your nose then goes back to your lips, intertwining your tongues together. You widen your legs to allow him to fit between you. He slowly grinds into you and you let out quiet moans into his mouth. He’s making you feel so good, so wanted. So lov-…no, you won’t say that word.

Minho pulls away briefly to take his shirt off. You trace the lines on his stomach up to his chest before taking one of his nipples into your mouth. He lets out a heavy sigh, enjoying the sensation of your tongue twirling around him. You gently bite down and he can’t help the way his eyes roll into the back of his head. You bring your lips down his chest and kiss his scar a few times before you look back up at him. He takes hold of your chin. “What baby?” He asks.

“Get on your back. I want to suck you off.” He does as you ask and lays down on your bed. You climb over him and pull off his shorts and boxers. His cock springs up and you take him into your hand. He shivers as you place gentle kisses down his shaft while massaging his perineum.

“Suck on me, baby.” Minho instructs. You grip his base and take him into your mouth. He moans at the sensation and places a firm grip in your hair. You bob up and down his cock enjoying the way his balls tighten under your grip as you pleasure him. “Just like that, baby!” Minho starts to fuck into your mouth, making you gag with each repeated hit to the back of your throat. “You take daddy’s cock so well!” Preening at his compliment, you increase your speed.

Needing a breather, you remove him from your mouth and kittenlick his tip. Minho growls with impatience. “Don’t tease me, princess.” You roll your eyes and continue. “Do that again and see what happens.” His tone is dark and serious, sending a flood of arousal through you. You try to ignore him.

“Wanna make you come, Min,” you say while batting your lashes.

“Not yet. I want to be inside you first.” You squeeze your thighs together at the thought and nod.

“Okay.”

“Sit up.” Minho peels your clothes off and throws them onto the floor, leaving you completely naked before him. He sits back on his ankles and takes a moment to admire you. You look away feeling nervous again under his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.”

“Minho…”

“You are.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you almost feel like crying. “Come here, baby.” Minho lays you back on the bed as he kisses down your body, inching closer to where you need him most. Pleasure rolls through you from the connection and you start to whine.

“Minho, please, I can’t take it.”

“What do you need, princess? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Okay.” He takes his cock in his hand and positions himself above you. Minho slowly pushes in savoring the way your walls envelop him. You watch as his face contorts and his head leans back. You're making him feel good and it turns you on so much.

“Minho,” you whisper. He faces you again.

“Yes, princess?”

“Kiss me.” He leans in for a passionate kiss as he bottoms out inside of you. Minho slowly rolls his hips into you allowing for a gradual climb in pleasure. Your body gives in and you hug him close to you, erasing all space between you. Minho’s thrusts start to quicken as he feels your walls flutter around him. “I’m gonna, come, baby!” You shout.

“Me too. Come with me.” Minho takes hold of your chin to face him. You look into his eyes as you feel yourself start to unravel beneath him, unable to help it when they flutter shut. “Don’t.” Minho begs. “Keep looking at me, princess.” You nod and force your eyes open. Watching each other’s faces shift in euphoria brings you both to the edge and you come together. Minho calls out your name and pulls you into his body. He holds you close as he continues to rock his hips into you until you’re shaking.

“Fuck, I can’t. Minho, it’s too much.”

“Just a little longer, baby.” Minho is still hard and needs to release himself again. The overstimulation starts to shift into pleasure and you feel yourself about to come again.

“Minho!” an unfamiliar high pitched scream leaves your mouth. “I can’t. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Minho growls as he fucks you harder. The slapping of skin growing louder as he pushes you closer to the edge. “Fuck! Y/n. I’m gonna come again.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You repeat as your orgasm hits you more intensely than the first. Minho looks down at where you're both connected and sees your release cover his pubic hair. The sight is enough for him and he comes again inside of you. His second release trickles down your body and onto the sheets. You're both sweating and panting heavily. You wrap your legs around Minho’s waist, not ready for him to pull out so he latches onto your neck while he catches his breath.

“Y/n, I lo-”

You cut him off. “That was amazing.” He smiles and gives you a quick peck, before unwrapping your legs from his waist. He grunts as he pulls out of you and you can feel even more of his sticky come sliding down your body. He lies on his back, resting a hand on your inner thigh.

The two of you lie in your bed basking in the afterglow. As your high deflates you start to think about how different the sex was. It wasn’t the usual hungry romp, it felt like…it felt like he made love to you. This thought shoots your heart into your throat. You sit up suddenly at the revelation, unsure of how you feel. Minho sits up on his elbows, as you look around your room for coverage. You feel completely bare and vulnerable. He watches you nervously.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to shower.” You turn to leave, but his hand catches your wrist. You look back at him.

“Get dinner with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

“What?”

“You know, food?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? It’s just dinner.”

“I know, sorry, it’s just we don’t normally do that.”

“Come on, Y/n.” Minho chuckles. He tries to pull you in to hold you. “Get dinner with me tonight, please.” There is a hint of desperation in his tone. His eyes search yours as he silently pleads. Now he feels vulnerable.

You remove your wrist from his grasp and stand back. “Why are you pushing this, Minho?”

He watches you throw your t-shirt over your head and scoffs. “Why are you making this such a big deal, Y/n?”

“Why are you?” You shoot him a glare. Minho crosses his arms and the two of you stare at each other. He finally gives up and rolls his eyes.

“Forget it.” He bends down and starts to get dressed. You can feel your heart race as he finishes. “When you want to stop acting like a child, come find me.”

“You came to my apartment, Minho.”

“Yeah, what a mistake.” He walks past you and your hand reaches out for his arm.

“Minho, wait-“ he ignores you as he heads for your front door. You want to follow after him, but you don’t. You can’t. What is wrong with you? You curse at yourself, not understanding your feelings. He slams the door shut and you realize tears are falling down your cheeks. You angrily wipe your face as you grab a towel and head for the shower. Hopefully, the water will wash these feelings away.

A few hours later you receive a text from Minho asking to meet up for coffee. The message is simple and you can’t help but feel it lacks all emotion. Nerves start to spread through you as you head out to meet with him. When you finally arrive, you find Minho in the back of the cafe looking solemn. He is staring into his coffee mug. You immediately sense something is wrong and your instinct tells you to run, but you push forward.

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling Minho from the depths of his thoughts.

“Hey,” he says back. He gestures for you to sit so you take the seat in front of him.

The two of you sit in silence and you can’t take it anymore so you finally ask, “Is everything okay?” Minho doesn’t answer immediately and you can feel your hands start to shake so you place them in your lap to hide them. Minho closes his eyes and exhales, before he finally faces you. He decides to cut to the chase while he still has the confidence.

“Y/n, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This sleeping around thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, it’s not enough for me.”

Furrowing your brows, you try to process what he’s saying. You look down at the table, unable to hold his gaze. “Is there…someone else?” You weren’t expecting that question to make your heart hurt, but it did as the words left your mouth.

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that.” Relief washes over you.

“Then why?” you hear a hint of panic in your voice.

Minho reaches across the table and takes hold of your hands in his. He gently squeezes, beckoning you to face him. “Y/n, I like you. No, actually, I think I love you.” He releases your hands and sits back. “I don’t want it to be just sex anymore. I want more than that. I want to date you.” Butterflies flutter around in your chest. You were never expecting a confession from Lee Minho. It takes you aback and you are unsure why you cannot think of a response to him. All you do is stare, wide eyed. “If you don’t feel the same…it’s fine, but it would maybe be best if we don’t see each other for a little while.”

“How long is a little while?” You ask immediately.

Minho scratches the back of his head and thinks for a moment before answering. “I guess as long as it takes for me to get over my feelings for you.” He shrugs. While you still struggle to give him an answer, he gets up from the table. “Just let me know, Y/n.” He drops a few dollars for a tip and heads for the door before you can say anything. Within seconds, he’s gone from your sight. You consider chasing after him, but once again you find you can’t. Instead, you just sit there, frozen, staring at his empty chair and repeating his words in your head. I think I love you.

Feeling like he is carrying the weight of the world inside of his chest, Minho drags his feet as he makes his way back home. Finally in the safety of his room, he turns off all his lights and crawls under the covers. Maybe if he just lays still he will become one with his mattress and disappear like Johnny Depp in A Nightmare on Elm Street, albeit less bloody. Unfortunately for him, though fortunately, his friends would not be letting this happen. A few minutes after Minho had resigned to his fate, he hears footsteps enter the room.

“토끼?” It’s Chris’s voice. Minho doesn’t respond. He feels the bed dip as someone sits. A hand finds his calf and gently squeezes.

“Hyung?” Now Jisung’s voice.

“I don’t want to talk.”

Chris stands beside Minho’s bed near where he assumes his head is. He leans against the wall. “You don’t have to right now. But I do think you need to talk to her.”

“I already did. I broke things off.” Chris and Jisung look at each other in surprise.

“Okay…because she doesn’t like you or?” the eldest asks.

“She didn’t really say anything when I told her.”

“Oh.”

Jisung chimes in, “But she likes you too. I know she does!”

Minho sighs beneath the covers. “I’m not so sure.”

Felix appears out of thin air startling everyone. “Her heart’s been broken. She’s like a stray cat, you need to be patient with her.”

“How much more time can she possibly need? At this point, she either likes me or she doesn’t.”

Jeongin and Seungmin suddenly crowd the doorway “What’s with the party?” Seungmin interrupts.

“Not now, boys.” Chris says sternly, but kindly.

Minho sits up and pulls the covers from his face. “Why is everyone in my room? Can’t a guy sulk in peace?”

“We’re not leaving until you join us downstairs for a movie night.” Chris says.

“Movie night?” Jeongin asks excitedly.

Felix turns to the youngest and nods. “You get to pick the movie this time.”

“Wait, why does he get to pick? I'm the one that’s sad?” Minho shouts.

“Who’s sad?” Changbin now appears behind Jeongin and Seungmin pushing them further into the room.

“Minho hyung is sad.” Seungmin says and Minho groans, throwing the covers over him again.

“What's hyung sad about?” Binnie asks innocently.

“Someone is sad?” Hyunjin appears now wrapping an arm around Binnie’s strong shoulders.

“Y/n doesn’t like Minho so he’s crying alone in his room.”

“Sure, tell everyone my business, Seungmin.” The Minho-shaped lump speaks again.

“Um, I thought I just did.” The young boy shrugs matter of factly. Minho removes the sheets from his face again to shoot a death glare at the boy, but Seungmin ignores it.

“Who’s Y/n?” Hyunjin asks, picking some lint off his sweater.

“Jesus Christ, Hyunjin. Really?” Minho throws his arms up in frustration.

Chris turns to Hyunjin, “Girl downstairs. You’ve met her a few times.”

“Ahhh basement girl that hyung is in love with. Okay, got it. I’m caught up now.”

“Minho hyung is in love with Y/n?” Innie asks. A teasing smile spreads across his face.

Minho places his fingers on the bridge of nose and squeezes. “End me, please.”

Seungmin starts to say something, but Chris anticipates his move and throws him a threatening look. Seungmin retreats behind Binnie for protection while Jeongin snickers.

Chris turns back to look at his oldest kid. “Alright, Minho, you’re getting up and coming downstairs and don’t think we won’t drag you.” He faces the rest of the boys and points. “Seungmin, Changbin. Go grab some snacks from the convenience store.” They both race for the exit pushing each other playfully fighting. Chris turns to the youngest. “Jeongin, go pick a movie.” The maknae heads out of Minho’s room with a skip in his step. Chris shouts out to him before he can get too far, “And not Detective Pikachu again.”

They hear a whine. “Fine! Then it's You've got Mail!” Jeongin calls out from the stairwell.

Chris turns back to Felix. “Are your brownies almost ready?”

“Should be, I’ll go check on them.”

“Jisung, go help Felix.” The boy stands with a salute and heads to leave.

“And what about me?” Hyunjin is still standing near the doorway.

Jisung puts his hand on the tall boy's shoulder. “You just keep looking beautiful, baby.” Hyunjin smiles his famous dumpling smile and follows after Hannie.

Chris holds out his hand to Minho and waits. Minho looks at his friend’s hand for a moment then closes his eyes in pain. “Hyung, I think I actually am in love with her.”

“I know.”

“I didn't mean to catch feelings.”

“We never do, man.” Chris pats his friend on the back.

“She’s so infuriating. We are total opposites and we constantly get under each other’s skin and yet-”

“And yet the moment you saw her, there was no choice.”

“Yeah…”

“Look, you’re going to get it sorted, I know you will. But tonight we’re not going to worry about that. Instead we’re going to go downstairs, cuddle puddle on the couch, and cry over Tom Hanks stalking Meg Ryan.”

“Who’s going to cry?” Minho mimes looking around. “Not me!”

Chris rolls his eyes as he pulls his moody cat to his feet. “You cried at the end of Sleepless in Seattle.”

“The boy waited at the top of the Empire State Building all day for Annie! He was alone! Who wouldn’t cry?!”

“가자” the oldest shoves Minho out of his room and together they make their way downstairs to enjoy movie night.

Meanwhile across campus, you sob into your red vines as the credits of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ends. Yuqi and Momo stare at you with equally concerned looks.

“Um, are you good, babe?” Momo asks. Yuqi sits up from the couch and grabs the remote to change it to something else.

You sniffle as you shove another red vine in your mouth. “I’m fine.”

“So you’re not good.” Momo shakes her head.

Yuqi gets on the floor and places an arm over your shoulder. “You need to allow yourself to be vulnerable again, babe. You’re allowed to love someone again.”

“Love? You think I love Minho?”

“Is the Nile a river?”

“Yes?”

“Then yes. If you don’t tell him how you feel you’re going to regret it.”

“But it was just sex.”

“It’s never just sex.” Momo says as she rolls her eyes.

“It was supposed to be…”

Yuqi takes hold of your shoulders to face her. “And now you’re both madly in love with each other so what are you going to do about it? Keep pushing him away or love him back for as long as he’ll have you?”

“I’m scared.”

“News flash, we all are.”

“You and Jisung don’t seem scared.”

“Of course I’m scared! I think I may have found the love of my life, but we’re both young, in college and I know not all relationships last after graduation. But I’m also not going to sit and dwell on the potential hurt I may have to endure in the future. I’d rather put my energy into loving him and being with him.” You place your chin on your knees and ponder her words. She wipes a few stray tears from your cheeks. “I’m going to pop some more popcorn and you’re going to put a sickeningly cheesy happy movie on because I cannot sit through this depressing shit again.” You sniffle and nod. Clicking through the options, you finally land on You’ve got Mail.

Yuqi returns from the kitchen and sees your choice for the next movie. “Oh, I love this one!” She excitedly sits next to Momo, looping the girl’s arm with hers. Momo groans and tries to pull away.

Click.

It had been a week since Minho confessed his feelings for you. Unable to give him an answer, Minho takes your silence to mean one thing: Rejection. And not what it really was: Cowardice. After Minho asked for you to keep your distance from him, you took the easy way out and did your best to steer clear. Though it was a little challenging to completely avoid Minho with him living above you and all. However, after another week things start to fall back to how they were before you became friends with your neighbors and everyone was too busy focusing on finals anyway. Whenever you ran into the boys, you often asked them how Minho was, but not wanting to betray him they wouldn't say much. It’s not that the boys were mad at you, they just didn’t really know what to say anymore when they saw you. Outside of Jisung and Felix who still remained friendly, the rest were just polite.

Once finals had concluded, you could feel the levity in the air. The campus buzzed with students leaving their last class of the semester. You knew everyone would be heading home soon for the summer and bile began to rise in your throat as you realized it was now or never if you didn’t want to lose Minho for good. There was a chance the boy wouldn’t forgive you considering you hadn’t spoken in weeks, but you missed him. You missed him so much that you found yourself struggling to make it through each day . You missed feeling the warmth of his arms around you and the heaviness of his gaze on your face. You had grown accustomed to his presence and you knew you had fallen in deep. Finally coming to a decision, you put your metaphorical big girl pants on and dart back to the house. When you arrive, you run into Jisung on the porch.

“Y/n! Hey! Happy end of spring semester.” He flashes his gummy smile.

“Hi, Ji. Is Minho here?”

“Oh…no. He actually just left.”

“Left? Left for where?”

“Home.”

“Home?! Like home, home?”

“Yes?”

You look around in frustration. “How long ago did he leave?”

“Um maybe 15-20 minutes ago for the airport? Y/n, is everything okay?”

“Ji, I have to go.” You leave Jisung in a state of confusion as you head for your car.

“Y/n, he's just leaving for summer break?” Too late, you're already taking off for the parking lot behind the house and don’t hear Jisung calling after you. You punch in the directions to the airport and whip out of the lot like your life depends on it.

The airport is small. Only one flight to the main city and back so luckily it doesn’t take you long to get to the gate, but you run anyway, completely ignoring the stares.

You finally spot him in line for the flight to Philadelphia and shout his name “LEE MIN HO!” Everyone within earshot turns around and looks at you along with the boy you have fallen for. He tilts his head, eyes widening in complete shock and confusion. You run over to him, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Minho pulls you aside and away from the onlookers. “Y/n, what are you doing here?” He can feel his ears redden.

“You were just going to leave without saying anything?” You say breathlessly, realizing you should probably start working out again.

“Y/n. I’m just going home to visit my parents for the summer.”

Right… Before you lose any courage you blurt out “I like you!”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t want to. I tried so hard not to like you, but I failed.”

Minho drops his hands from your shoulders. “I’m sorry to have been such a nuisance?”

“No, dummy, I’m trying to confess my feelings for you.” Minho makes an “o” face as he comprehends. “You’re doing great, princess. Keep going.” He smirks and signals for you to continue. You throw him a threatening look as he bites his lip to hold back his smile.

You clear your throat as you try to refocus. “I hurt you, Minho. I didn't mean to, but I let my fears get the better of me instead of just trusting you. I know we’re young. I know this could end in tears, but I am going to be brave and not focus on the scary things. I…I want…” Minho looks at you encouragingly as your words catch in your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to swallow back your cowardice.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes fly open and you nearly shout, “I want to date you too!” Minho stifles a giggle at your outburst. “That’s what I should have said back at the cafe. That’s what I wanted to say, but I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay.” He pulls you into his arms.

“I’m sorry for being so foolish.”

“We were both fools.”

You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around him. “But I have to warn you, once I hold on to someone I don’t let go, so yeah, I guess you’re basically stuck with me.”

“Sounds like a dream,” he says, patting your head.

“Til death do us part then.”

His eyes fly open. “Jesus, Y/n. Why does that sound like a threat?” You laugh teasingly.

He shakes his head and places his forehead on yours. “You’re crazy.”

“You’re normal.”

Minho smiles and whispers into your lips, “I like you.”

“사랑해요” You finally admit to him.

You try to pull Minho into a kiss, but he interrupts the moment. “Sorry, but did you really just run through this tiny airport to confess to me like we’re in a Nora Ephron movie or something?”

“Yes.”

“Ew, that is so lame.” You punch his arm. “Ouch!” He laughs while he holds his arm.

“I take it back.” You turn to leave, but he grabs your hand whipping you back around and into his arms again. He kisses you tenderly and you smile into his mouth as the warmth of his lips close in on you. Minho looks into your eyes seriously this time. “I love you too, princess.” He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile as tears start to pool.

A female voice blasts over the intercom, Last call for flight to Philadelphia. Minho looks over at the attendant checking people in then looks back at you. “That’s my cue.” The two of you embrace one more time before he grabs his bag to leave. You watch as he shows his boarding pass and walks through the gate. Your heart tightens in your chest as the warmth from his touch dissipates.

“Y/n!” Minho shouts suddenly into the crowd. You stand on your tippy toes as his fellow passengers start to block your view. “You complete me!” He makes a heart above his head and laughs.

“Oh my god, shut up!” Your face heats up.

“I love you,” he shouts one last time before disappearing into the tunnel to board his flight. Sitting on the bench, you watch as Minho’s flight eventually takes off. You do your best to stifle the tears threatening to fall. Once the plane is no bigger than an ant in the sky you decide it’s time to head home.

You park your car and climb out to head inside the house. Minho sent you a text just before take off promising to message you once he landed in Philly and eventually in Seoul. Clutching your phone to your chest in anticipation, you make your way to your apartment. Jisung spots you from the window and pops out onto the back deck to call out to you. “Did you get him?”

You give him the biggest smile and nod. “Yeah, I got him.”

“About time.” Jisung rolls his eyes affectionately before giving you a wink and disappearing back into the house. While you have no idea what's going to happen between you and Minho, for once, you are no longer afraid.

FIN.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read my first fic/fic series. I know I have a lot of room for improvement, but I really enjoyed this. Maybe it feels out of left field, but I decided to make the ending cheesy because I had it in my head that the boys are really big rom com fans and our main character is not. Since our MC had been emotionally stunted from her parent’s divorce and previous relationship, I wanted her to make a ridiculous grand gesture because 1. she knows the boys are cheesy romantics and 2. to also finally put her trauma aside and allow herself to love Minho. Slightly going to miss them, even though Y/n was a pain in the ass at times.

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rootsofdread · 8 months

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How do you think some women and men killers would treat us after putting their s/o through a lot of pain?

-Annoy🍄🩵

(Gonna love angst and fluff)

*nods sagely* we do gotta love it.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Rarely, if ever, does Amanda feel remorse for anything she does. John taught her well, and she understands that what she’s doing is right. One of these rare moments of remorse is seeing the tears in your eyes when she throws you on a hook, or a genuine, pained cry when she fastens a reverse bear trap on your head. In those moments…she feels remorse. You keep coming back, after all, you survive. You choose life, you don’t need to be tested any longer…on some level, it confuses her as much as it hurts her to do these things to you. But she knows she’s hurt you more. She holds you close, whispering sincere apologies to you, you don’t deserve to be tested over and over, while you’re nuzzled under her jaw. She knows you’re grateful.

Charlotte Deshayes (and Victor) / The Twins:

It likely goes without saying, but Charlotte feels…absolutely awful when she has to hurt you. Every time, without fail, it never gets any easier for her, and she hates seeing you so upset because of it, too. She’s hovering around you constantly after a particularly tough trial, checking on you, telling you she loves you, giving you little squeezy-hugs when she can. She’ll even send Victor for you if she can’t tend to you for any reason, and he may not be the best, but he knows what helps Charlotte feels better and he’ll do the same for you, like holding your hand or cuddling up in your lap. It’s his way of telling you sorry, both on Charlotte’s behalf, and his own. At the end of the day, Charlotte just wants the best for you, and it tears her apart when she has to hurt you so badly like that.

Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:

Never has Kazan been known for his kindness nor his compassion; but when you’re upset with him, he’s a completely different man. He knows he’s doing what is right, punishing those that need it, but he knows you’ve done nothing wrong. He takes no joy in hurting you. Unlike everyone else…you don’t deserve it. And he lets you know that, that you shouldn’t be caught up in his duties. He will always tell you that he’s sorry that it has to be this way, and he holds you close to his chest. He lets you do whatever you feel like you need to do to decompress: yell, scream, cry, beat your fists against his chest. As long as you feel better by the end, and you know that you don’t deserve any little bit of it, that’s perfect for him.

Elliot Spencer / The Cenobite:

Most people would honestly be genuinely shocked by how gently Elliot treats you “behind the scenes.” Nobody would expect it from a cenobite, much less the leader of the gash. On days after he had to hurt you so badly, he’s all gentle touches and gentle words. His hands caressing your shoulders or your lower back, he knows that it hurts, he knows you must be angry at him. But you must know that the more pain you go through, the more divine you become. One day, it won’t hurt at all anymore. But until then, he’s here for you, to hold your hand, guide you, and help you through it all. He assures you, all this, one day, will make you better than the rest.

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Seeing Red | Ch. 9: Missing firsts📲 ✍️

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: a new meaning of the 'there was one bed' trope, mentions of death, abandon, sad feelings, Jake guilty era continues... and Beau Cyclone Simpson.

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There’s a tingling feeling in your heart when you read the words ‘our son’. You shouldn’t feel like that; you know it. But Liam is happy because he gets to see his dad at last—that’s something you can’t ignore.

If he’s happy, you’re happy.

Your mom has been asleep for at least one hour, extremely tired after all the driving she has done today. You tiptoe to Liam’s room, which is actually your room because you didn’t expect your mom and baby to appear out of the blue. They were supposed to be here tomorrow. And Charlotte had clear instructions: never bring Liam to Top Gun.

But Jake has always been in Charlotte’s heart. She thinks that Jake had a good reason for getting a divorce. Maybe your mom thought that bringing Liam to Top Gun would make Jake regret every single second he had been away from you and ask for forgiveness. You don't know why she is still trusting him. You also assumed that he had a reason for leaving your life and that once the problem that had caused him to leave was resolved, he would return, explain everything, and you would be happy ever after with the son who was growing inside you.

He never came back. And by the looks of it, he’s not going to give you an explanation, either. It’s okay. You don’t need to know. You honestly don’t want to know. Knowing the reason might ease the relationship between you two, and you can’t allow yourself to fall for this guy again.

Again? As if you had ever stopped feeling something for him.

And if those feelings had faded away during the last two years, seeing him lying down in bed with Liam sound asleep over him, his face hidden in the crook of his dad’s neck, doesn’t help a lot.

That’s the image of a loving father.

“I can’t move,” he whispers, kissing Liam’s head. “Not that I want to.”

You smile a bit, walking closer to the bed, and lie down next to him. “It’s funny because I never thought this would be your reaction after meeting Liam.”

“You thought I’d leave?”

“Honestly?” He nods. “Yeah, I thought you’d leave again. But your dad instincts took control over your body.”

Jake sighs, hugging Liam closer. “You know I’ve always wanted to have a family.”

“That’s why I named him Liam.”

“Thank you for that.”

There’s a silence after his words. It’s not awkward. Silences have never been awkward with him.

“You told him who I was.”

“Every kid deserves a dad, Jake.” You grab Liam’s hand, his tiny fingers closing around yours. “And you’ve always been a good man to me.”

“Until I wasn’t.”

“You’re never gonna tell me why you left me, right?”

“I can’t, Red. I literally can’t. Just… Just know that if I had a choice in the matter, I would have stayed with you. Always.”

You shake your head. “Let’s not talk about that.”

“Tell me about Liam. What does he like?"

“Well, he likes planes,” you chuckle.

“Guess that’s in his blood.”

“Yeah… He likes cars. But not cars in the sense of automobiles. The movie Cars.”

“Tell me his favorite character isn’t Mater.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

He groans. “That’s Rooster's favorite character.”

You bit your lip. “Why do you know that?”

“We watch a lot of movies with Payback’s kids.” He confesses, grabbing the blanket and covering Liam’s body. You help him, making sure that Liam’s arms stay under the blanket, but he moves them again, one grabbing Jake’s hair, the other searching your hand. “Sweet baby.”

“Yes, he is. He also likes chocolate. Bluey. Dogs, of course. And his grandma.”

“I also love his grandma.”

“I swear, if she was younger, you would have married her.” You joke, trying your best not to laugh.

“I don’t know. Your father would have come from death and killed me.”

“Oh, yeah. They loved each other so much.”

“Are you… seeing someone? Because explaining why the father has suddenly appeared will be interesting."

“No… It’s kinda hard to date when you're a single mom. I don’t even have time to read a book; how am I supposed to date?”

“It’s bad that a part of me is glad that you’re single?”

“It is. Are you single?” You close your eyes and mentally facepalm yourself for asking that question. Why do you care?

“It’s kinda hard to find someone to date when you had the perfect woman in front of you and had to let her go.”

A tear slides down your face. Fucking idiot, why does he say things like that? “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“No, no, please. I’ll shut up, okay? Stay here.”

Something tells you to leave. That you should go and sleep on the sofa, creating the distance you need right now.

You are proud of yourself for being a very strong woman. Always doing the right thing, following the rules, thinking before acting.

But if the world ended in this exact same moment, this bed is where you'd like to be.

"Was it Valentine's?" He asks, somehow closer to you, his breath tickling your skin.

"What?"

"When we made him."

"Oh. Yeah, it was on Valentine's."

"So his birthday is in November?"

"14th"

"Nine months exactly?"

"A perfectionist"

"Just like his mama." You both say it at the same time, and Jake's laugh makes Liam stir in his sleep.

"Mama?" He raises his arms, looking for you.

"Shhhh, baby. Mama's here. Wanna sleep with Mama?" Liam nods, and Jake moves him, so he is now lying down in between the two of you, his face pressed against your chest. He falls asleep in seconds.

"You should get some sleep." Jake says, looking at the time on his phone. "I'll leave early in the morning."

"Stay and have breakfast with him. Told him that you make the best pancakes." You close your eyes, slipping into Morpheus' arms.

It's weird, because you could swear the last thing you remember is someone's lips pressing against your forehead.

"Can you explain to me why I am in a toy store at 9 AM?" Payback groans, sipping from his coffee.

"Cause you're the only friend with kids I know and I need advice." Jake reminds him, comparing the two Mater toys in his hands.

"Another Mater boy?" The taller man laughs, and now it's Jake's turn to groan.

"Mater, Mater… He's not that cool. Doc Hudson. That's a good character!"

"You always go after the fatherly figures, Jake. Doc, Mufasa, Tony Stark... Do you, perhaps, have daddy issues?"

"I love and respect you, but I'm not going to stop myself from throwing this toy at your head." Jake warns, raising the toy.

"I bet you wouldn't throw that if it was Tony Stark."

"I hate you." Jake looks at the toy; it doesn't seem to have small pieces that could break. "Okay, this one's good." He leaves the toy in the cart and keeps walking down the Cars section.

"Did you really not know she was pregnant?"

Jake had been waiting for that question since he parked in front of his house one hour ago. The other daggers would also ask him along the day, is something inevitable.

"No, she was like… almost three months pregnant, and all her symptoms showed up when I left. I can assure you there wasn't a baby bump or anything the last time I saw her."

"Man, that sucks. I don't know how I would feel being in your place."

"Wanna know how it feels?" Jake turns around, holding his gaze. Reuben would never admit it, but Jake looks like he's about to cry. "I'll never know how it felt the first time he kicked his mom's belly. I'll never know what it feels like to run to the store at 3 AM because the baby is craving strawberries. I never went to childbirth classes. I didn't read a book about how to raise a kid. I wasn't there when she went through labor. I missed his first laugh, his first steps, and his first words. How the fuck did I end up hurting a son I didn't know I had?"

"I don't think you hurt him, Jake"

"Can you be sure that Liam didn't cry, not even once, asking for his dad?"

Payback knows how improbable that scenario is. Kids cry, asking for their parents. Of course, Liam had cried asking for his dad.

"Jake, you didn’t know. You're not the one to blame, and neither is Red. She did what she had to do."

"I'll never blame her. She tried to contact me,butd she couldn't because I blocked her. Dammit, I'm such a dickhead."

Payback chuckles. "Stop it. What's done is done. Just try to be part of that kid's life for the next 16 years."

"Only 16?" Jake frowns. He wants to be in Liam's life as long as he breathes.

"You never know what your son might do when he turns 18."

"18? His 3rd birthday is in six months, and I'm already panicking."

"Oh, first-time fathers are so cute."

"Stop joking and help me find more toys, please."

"Okay, what else does he like?"

"Bluey."

"A boy with taste." Payback concedes, walking with his friend to look for more toys.

"Where's Liam?" Mickey whines when you enter the briefing room.

"Well, hello to you too, Garcia." You laugh. "And Liam is at daycare. My mom was so tired that I left her home to rest. Poor woman spent all day driving yesterday."

"But he's coming, right?" Bob pouts. How can a man so tall pout like a baby?

"You all want to meet him?"

Mickey, Bob, Nat, and Rooster nod at the same time, smiling like idiots.

"You can come over this weekend and have dinner with me and Liam."

"I'm gonna meet my nephew." Rooster fist bumps, and you're about to chuckle when you notice that Payback, Jake, and Javy are missing.

"Where are these three? Mickey, where's Payback?"

"Dunno."

You take a deep breath. Second day being the team leader and people are already arriving late.

Your phone pings, and you look at it. It's Jake.

Just when Jake sends you the last message, your phone turns off, completely out of battery. Amazing. The beginning of a great day.

Almost an hour later, Jake, Javy, and Payback are still missing. You’re supposed to prepare for a special class that Dagger Squad needs to teach to the new Top Gun students. But without three pilots here, it is hard to move on.

The door opens, and you’re sure that Jake’s stupid smile will be at the other side, but what you see is Liam running inside the briefing room, looking for his mama. Cyclone appears behind him.

“OH MY GOD IS HIM.” Mickey screams in joy, scaring poor Liam, who starts to cry.

“Mickey, why do you have to be so loud?” Bob smacks him.

“Hispanic people are loud, I thought you knew by now.”

“It's okay, baby. What are you doing here?” You whisper to the baby, calming him down.

“He started crying and calling for his mom. They couldn’t reach you, so they contacted me.” Cyclone explains, playing with Liam’s hands. “And we played for a while with some planes until he calmed down, right buddy?”

“Planes are cool.” Liam agrees, nodding.

“Oh, god. My phone turned off an hour ago, and Jake was supposed to bring me a charger. I’m sorry, baby, Mama’s phone didn’t work.” You say while kissing his head.

“It’s otay. Boo is cool.”

“Who’s Boo?”

“I think that’s me. Cyclone was a hard word for this little guy, and Beau turned into Boo.”

“Thank you so much, Cyclone. I’ll make sure to keep my phone charged from now on.”

He waves it off, smiling. “Don’t worry. And please call me Beau.”

“Well, thank you again, Beau. But now I’m in a bit of trouble. What am I supposed to do with you little trouble maker?” You tickle him, the sound of Liam’s giggles making everyone in the room smile.

“You’re still planning tomorrow's class, right?”

“Yeah, we’re missing a few pilots. They’re bringing me some reports I needed.”

“And you sent…” he turns around, looking at the people in the seats, counting which are the missing pilots. “Three men for such a simple mission?”

“Seresin is involved. You need one to stop him from creating chaos and another one to actually do what they’re supposed to.” You are trying your hardest to cover for him, because he really had to go buy toys on a job day.

“You could have just sent Payback.”

“And have to see Hangman’s face all morning? No, thank you. Now that he knows who Liam is, I won’t stop seeing him for the next 16 years.”

Cyclone laughs. “Yeah, it’s true. You told me before.”

“She told him before?” Nat whispers to Rooster.

“I saw them talking in front of his office this morning.”

“It’s Cyclone trying to make a move on Red?” Bob mutters, and all of them look at the Vice Admiral with loathing in their eyes.

Jake may be a dick, but there’s no denying that he loves Red and that he would do anything for that kid.

Cyclone is now public enemy #1.

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Only Yours

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x female reader (ft. Charles and Charlotte)

Request: hello!!! hope you are doing well :) thank you soooo much for already so perfect. it was amazing, definitely one of my comfort reads right now! this is a weird request, but maybe a pierre fic and the storyline being like you’re dating pierre but he and charles always joke that you and charlotte are dating because (naturally) you two are really close?

Warnings: slight mention of alcohol but nothing besides that.

Sidenote: I honestly didn’t expect to enjoy this one that much but i definitely did! I hope u guys will like it as well! (Please keep in mind that I don’t know much about Charlotte…)

Pierre had fallen asleep last night with you wrapped up in his arms and weirdly woke up the next morning to a cold, empty bed and an even emptier bedroom.

It was the F1 summer break, a time of the year you've come to impatiently anticipate since it granted you Pierre's constant presence for about a month. Through the years since the two of you started dating, it had somehow become a tradition to plan at least a brief vacation during that time with your boyfriend and Charles and Charlotte whose company you truly enjoyed. The four of you almost inevitably ended up on some tropical island or at least in some beachside cabin, swimming or tanning all day long then drinking and chatting the night away by a makeshift fireplace you'd build on the beach at night. During these days, you had experience invaluable love, true friendship and made the best memories of your life.

This year was no different.

The four of you, after long weeks of planning and days of packing, had rented a beautiful villa by the ocean that would grant Pierre and Charles some much-needed peace of mind. Through its beautifully designed backyard, it had access to a peaceful, calm beach with crystal clear water and melodic waves crashing on its shore.

The four of you had spent the last evening exchanging stories and memories there as the moon shone down on you and the stars twinkled in the clear night sky. Regardless of the fact that Pierre and Charles' stories seemed a little bit more interesting, they still listened so carefully to you and Charlotte's tales, making you feel as appreciated as you truly were. At some point, they were shocked as your stories progressively showed how much time the two of you spent together without them.

After that, each couple retreated into their room where you got the chance to spend some private time with Pierre, kissing and talking until sleep overcame you, hence why he was so shocked to wake up without you beside him. It didn't help that waking up to your arms hugging him was arguably his favorite part of being on vacation.

Pierre sat up in bed, a deep set frown of confusion painfully obvious on his face. The enchanting sound of waves nearby seemed to try to sing him back to sleep, his eyes threatening to close again as his thoughts swayed with the steady rhythm of the ocean. He felt himself slouch back against the pillows, groaning at how comfortable the bed was as his body desperately begged him to snooze off again.

In his half-asleep state, he reached for you to pull you to him but his arm hit the mattress once again.

He jolted awake, fully conscious this time, his mind just now registering the fact that you weren't in bed with him like he assumed you would be.

Muttering to himself im confusion, he forced his body out of bed, put on some shorts and headed out of the bedroom to search for you.

Much to his annoyance, he tripped on his shoes from yesterday on his way out, a complicated combination of french curse words effortlessly leaving his mouth as he pulled the door open, rubbing his sleepy eyes to see clearer.

Pierre struggled to walk properly, his brain wishing he was still wrapped up in the soft sheets instead of having to search the whole villa for you. He swayed as he walked the crisp white hallways, not noticing Charles leaving his and Charlotte's room, looking much more awake than his French friend. It took almost bumping into him for Pierre to notice his presence.

Charles took in Pierre appearance, hair all over the place, barefoot and only dressed in a pair of loose shorts.

"Tu resemble à un idiot." You look like an idiot. He smiled at Pierre with amusement.

"Ferme ta gueule, blaireau. Je n'trouve pas y/n." Shut up, asshole. I can't find y/n. Pierre, grumpy as hell in the morning, snapped at his friend.

"Bah je n'trouve pas Charlotte aussi mais je m'suis habillé avant d'quitter la chambre." Well, I can't find charlotte too, but I got dressed before leaving the room. Charles taunted him in a playful manner.

Pierre looked back at Charles, only now noticing that he was indeed dressed in his swim shorts and a tshirt. Hell, he even had his shoes on and his sunglasses hooked onto the collar of his shirt. Then, he acknowledged the monégasque's words. Charlotte being missing as well meant one thing: the two of you woke up way earlier than your respective boyfriends, got bored of waiting for them and therefore made your own plans. That wouldn't be the first time that happened.

"Ça signifie qu'elles sont ensemble quelque part." That means they're together somewhere. Pierre groaned, realizing his freak out session was unreasonable.

"Évidemment. Vas t'habiller et nous les chercherons ensemble. Je pense qu'elles sont deja à la plage."Of course. Go get dressed and we'll look for them together. I think they are already at the beach. Charles patted Pierre's back and left him alone in the the hallway.

Pierre sighed and went back to the room, already having a self-conducted debate on if he should wear his swim trunks or something else as he heard Charles rummage in the kitchen.

He closed the door and started digging through his suitcase, trying to put together a decent outfit that he won't sweat through. He ended up wearing a tank top and his swim shorts as he was already planning on taking a dip as soon as he figures out where the hell you were.

He put on his clothes and headed for the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and splashed cold water on his face, finally feeling himself wake up completely.

Now he understood why Charles had called him an idiot. His hair was looking rather messy in a unique way.

"Merde." Shit. He mumbled, running his damp hands through the strands to tame them. The process took way longer than usual, his locks absolutely refusing to cooperate.

"Pierre, dépêche toi. Je m'ennuie ici." Pierre, hurry up. I'm getting bored here. Charles' voice echoed through the hallways.

Pierre rushed to join his best friend in the living room, both of them heading out onto the vast beach stretched out in front of them.

It was still significantly early, so it was doubtful that you and Charlotte would already be in the water. The relaxing sound of crashing waves became clearer as Pierre and Charles walked, their eyes scanning the area for you and Charlotte.

They had walked for a more than a few minutes before Charles tapped Pierre's shoulder and pointed at a spot by a big rock, an umbrella and towels occupying it.

"Là bas." There. He gestured, their steps now more hurried.

Pierre instantly smiled when he spotted you, dressed only in a bikini, sunglasses on your eyes and a big straw hat on your head. You were sat next to Charlotte, chatting and giggling as you snacked on a bowl of strawberries. If it wasn't so early, cocktails or martinis would have probably been involved.

Pierre and Charles exchange a brief look that confirmed that they were feeling a bit left out, not in an annoyed way, more in an entertained kind of way. They loved seeing their girlfriends get along so well, they just hadn't been expecting the two of you to ditch them so often after you had gotten comfortable with each other.

"What a cute couple!" Pierre teasingly cooed once they were within hearing distance for the two of you.

You instantly looked up at the sound of his voice, your smile quickly mirroring his as you watched him cross the small remaining distance with Charles by his side.

Charlotte interrupted your brief admiration session by draping her arm over you shoulder.

"Right? Now if you'd back off..." She shrugged in suggestion.

Pierre shook his head with an entertained smirk as you leaned into Charlotte's touch, slyly smiling at your boyfriend before popping a strawberry into your mouth.

"Ouch." Charles' face furrowed with a pained look, his hand clutching his chest.

Charlotte burst out laughing at her boyfriend's dramatic behavior and got up to properly greet him, hugging him and giving him a brief kiss.

Meanwhile, Pierre took a seat beside you on the spread out towel, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"Hi." You beamed at him, cheeks a bit blushed from the heat.

He reached over and removed the sunglasses off your face, giving you a soft smile before puckering up his lips and gesturing for you to go ahead and kiss him.

Chucking, you pressed your lips onto his in a small peck and pulled away. Pierre wasn't having that this morning, he needed a few more seconds of your lips against his own. He leaned in more, resuming the kiss but also making you lose your balance. You laughed into the kiss, propping yourself on your arms so you wouldn't fall back.

"Eh, watch out, mate. You don't want to upset the girlfriend over here." Charles' voice sounded from beside you, referring to Charlotte.

Pierre pulled away with a laugh, looking at his best friend, pointing to him to let him know that the joke was a good one.

"Yeah, you're right. We already interrupted their little breakfast date." Pierre joked back, glimpsing at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you had laughed at his joke.

Instead, you gave his shoulder a little shove.

"Oh please. As if they haven't had enough dates this vacation. I don't even know why we're here honestly." Charles, who now had Charlotte sat between his legs, carried on with the joke, much to Pierre's delight.

"Exactly. Next thing you know, they start sharing a room and throw us out."

Charles burst out laughing, joining in on Pierre's loud cackles as you and Charlotte exchanged entertained looks that you both thought would go unnoticed.

"Regarde, elles ont même des messages secrets et tout." Look, they've even got secret messages and everything. Pierre pointed at the exchange between you and his best friend's girlfriend.

"Oh, please. As if people online don't ship you two. There's a ship name even." You broke your silence, interrupting the two guys' laughter at an impressive speed.

"Wait, what?" Pierre asked so quickly, it made you chuckle.

"Oh yeah!" Charlotte leaped out of Charles' arms as excitement overtook her. "You two? Piarles." She gestured above her head as if the name had magically appeared in the air, then she reached over and high-fived you.

It was your turn to laugh now.

The two of you had exchanged links to some posts in the past, finding them rather entertaining, especially given how close Pierre and Charles actually were.

"Wait until we tell you about the fanfictions and-" You started telling a shocked Pierre, but he wasn't having it.

“Yeah, no…” He said, picked you up and sprinted into the nearby water. You threw your hat onto the sand and held onto his neck, laughing furiously while still hearing Charlotte's laugh until he dropped you into the warm water, dipping underwater himself right after you.

You held back the laughter until you broke the surface again, Pierre immediately pulling you to him and moving your legs to wrap around his waist, his lips immediately finding yours.

"I'm yours and you're mine. D'accord, ma chérie?" Okay, darling? He mumbled into the kiss.

"I don't know, babe. You and Charles..." You pulled away and said, shaking your head from side to side questioningly.

"Oh mon dieu!” Oh my god! Pierre groaned in annoyance.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, his lips crashing against yours once again, giving you small successive pecks as the waves swayed the two of you.

"Yours, babe. Only yours." He spoke between kisses.

You sighed, smiling against his lips as you felt your heart fluttering. You loved the sound of that a bit too much.

"I know, chéri. I'm only yours too."

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly oneshot #pierre gasly drabble #f1 imagine #f1 oneshots #f1 x reader #pierre gasly oneshots #pierre gasly imagines

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Adventures in babysitting(Squinterns)

Paring: wife!Reader x Lance Sweets, Oc!Child x squinterns

Summary: not really an 'x reader' just the Squinterns having to watch Lance and y/n's daughter while they go an unexpected case.

A/n: AU where Vincent didn't die. the beginning of this sucks but it gets a bit better, I just had this idea but didn't know how to start it.

Master List

“mama look! a Firetruck” Charlotte smiled from the back set of the car, she hugged her stuffed penguin tight as watched on of her favorite vehicle pass by.

Y/n smiled at her daughters knew obsession that was firetruck, last week it was helicopters.

“yeah, isn't it cool” y/n smiled.

“maybe we have a future firefighter on our hands” her husband Lance smiled.

Y/n's eyes widened as she thought about her precious daughter in dangers line of work.

“I want to find skullys like Aunty Bones n mama” Charlotte said.

Y/n smiled at her daughter then looked at Lance as he continued to drive towrds the Museum that was connected to the jeffersonian. It was the first time in a while they both had the day off and the whole family was just a little too restless to stay home.

“I have to stop by my office first and give Cam a file though” y/n responded. Lance nodded. “okay”

“you wanna go see mommy's work?” Lance smiled.

“yeah!” she smiled as Lance let out a chuckle at his daughter's enthusiasm.

Once they got to the jeffersonian y/n carried Charlotte in her arms as she walked into the lab. Charlotte eyes wondered as her mother carried her around. The little girl was always amazed by the lab.

After she got what she wanted from the lab and gave Cam the file, Lance's phone rang.

“Hey Booth...” he said.

Lance let out a sigh, meaning Booth probably need us. He looked at his two favorite girls with disappointment as he hung up.

“what's up?” I asked.

“Booth neeeds us to Interrogate a few people and then you need to look at some remains at the crime scene with Brennan”

Y/n sighed and looked around. “one normal day... That's all I ask”

Lance nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Charlotte giggled making Lance smile, he quickly kissed his daughter's forehead.

“what are we gonna do about Charlie? The sitter is out of town for the weekend and I don't know about Arastoo” y/n said as see looked around the lab.

Charlotte, who didn't know what was going on, ignored her parents panic and played with the necklace around her mom's neck.

“don't panic... I'll head over to Bureau and get things sorted out, maybe you can drop Charlie off with Angies' dad, I know he's babysitting Michael Vincent today” Lance said. His wife nodded as they kissed each other good-bye

Y/n let out a sigh, as mush as she loved her brother's father-in-law she just didn't want to dump another baby on him unexpectedly.

“what's wrong mama? Are we gonna go see the pictures?” Charlotte asked.

“maybe later baby, mama and daddy have to work now” she looked around the half empty lab then stopped when she saw her favorite Squintern.

“Fisher!” she walked towrds him just as he clocked in. Before he could even say 'hello' y/n put Charlotte in his hands.

“Fishy!” she smiled as Fisher held the child out confuse. The little girl's feet dnagled as he held her like a child would an over sized doll. “wha-”

“I need you to watch Charlotte just for a bit, please Fisher” y/n pleaded. Fisher honestly couldn't say no, not because she was indeed his boss, but because he genuinely liked her and her family. Y/n Sweets or 'Lady Sweets' as she's referred to at work was the only one who saw Fisher as more than a depressed, Gothic Squint.

“but-”

“thanks Fisher, I owe you one!” she called out and left the building before he could protest, even if he got the chance he wouldn't but he just didn't know how to interact with kids.

“Fishy” Charlotte smiled as she dubbed over in his arms. “Fisher... And don't do that” he said pulling her back up and wrapping both arms around the small child so she was secure to his chest.

“ummm.....” Fisher said, confused on what to do. He jogged into the lab, the movement made Charlotte giggle. He set his boss' daughter on one of the examination tables.

“play with this” he said handding her the small flashlight that was in his breast pocket. She turned it on and pointed it at the stuffed penguin she brought, after awhile she started waving it around making bright light fly everywhere.

“ah” Fisher said in a very monotone voice as the light hit his eyes. “okay never mind” as he took and put it back in his pocket, he picked up the penguin and put in her arms so she wouldn't feel the loss of the flashlight.

“stay there” he said after the Computer dinged, he turned his back to her for a second. The little girl watched him move around and started to follow him not realizing she was still on a high table.

Fisher didn't relize it and Charlotte almost walked off the edge. “woah Charlie” Arastoo yelled and quickly grabed the three year old before she fell off what looked like a cliff to someone her size.

Fisher quickly whipped around with a panicked look. “sorry Charlotte” he said coming up to the little girl that was now in tan interns arms.

“unca asteroid!” the little girl smiled, she could never pronounce his name properly so it was always 'asteroid'.

“what is Lady Sweets' Daughter doing here?” Arastoo asked, adjusting the little girl to one arm. “she never let's her in the Lab unless she here”

“Lady Sweets and... Dr. Sweets got pulled into unexpected investigation and was deemed soul protector of this tiny life force for the time being” Fisher explained.

Arastoo and Charlotte gave him weired looks. “so your babysetting” Arastoo said simply, Charlotte who now under stood nodded quickly. Fisher shook his head and turned back to his computer as the security system dinged.

“Fishy!” Charlotte cheekily smiled as Fisher turned his back. “what's baby sweets doing here?” Wendell asked as him and Vincent walked in.

“and what are the rest of you doing here?” Fisher asked. Wendell smiled as Charlotte waved at him.

“Dr. Brennan required us to examine some century old remains while she's away” Vincent said as he walked up next to Arastoo. Charlotte smiled and reached for Vincent. The British Squintern smiled and shook her little hand. “hello little one”

“I'm guessing I'm out of this project” Fisher sighed as he closed a few tabs on his computer. Arastoo gave him a questioning look. “Fisher, when was the last time you actually watched a child?”

“well, both Sweets are very protective of Charlie, you must be doing something right for her to trust you” Wendell said.

“you here to work on the Bones too?” Vincent asked Wendell. He shook his head no. “actually im here to take over for Hodgins while he's in Seattle with Brennan and Angela.”

“I'll help if you like” Wendell added.

“just give the child back” Fisher sighed and held his arms out to Arastoo.

“we can help out with Charlie” Arastoo said as he set Charlotte on the one of the wheely chairs and spung her around. She giggled making the the young guys look at her in aw.

“we can take shifts, one of us can watch her while the others look at the Bones for Dr. Brennan” Wendell suggests, everyone agreed suprisenly.

“will Abernathy and Edison be joining us?” Vincent asks, the other men shrugged not sure who all Dr. Brennan had hired.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“please tell me that's one of the fake skulls” Edison said coming into y/n's office with a file.

Edison watched Charlotte play with the jaw and mouth of the plastic skull without a care in the world. She tossed it up then crawled after it. She quickly forget about it and ran towrds Arastoo as he entered the office as well.

“of corse it's fake” Fisher said rolling his eyes as he stood up from the ground. “did you guys find anything?” he asked.

“not really, Abernathy came by while you were in here and is helping out” Arastoo said picking Charlotte up and holding her on his hip.

Fisher let out a depressed sigh. “I see I've already been replaced”

“I wouldn't say that, you have the most important job today” Arastoo smiled as Charlotte stuck her toung out.

“her laughter dose sofen the stonyest of hearts” Fisher said.

“why she here in the first place?” Edison asked trying to remain professional but also not let his heart melt at the sight of the little girl.

“Lady Sweets got called into a crime Scene last minute” Arastoo said.

“unca asteroid... I'm hungry” Charlotte said looking up at Arastoo. Wendell walked in hearing the conversation. “I can get McDonald's... Anybody want anything?”

“can I have some nuggies? Pweez” she said giving all the male Squinterns puppy eye. “I'll go get it Charlie” Wendell smiled and ruffled her curly hair.

“chicken nuggets for the little lady” Wendell said emptying out the bag as Arastoo tried to get cartoons on the screen Angela installed in y/n's office.

“do any of you know how this works?” Arastoo asked. Wendell set down Charlotte's french frys and grabed the controler from Arastoo. “it's just like Angela's, I got this”

Wendell logged into the screen then turned on Hulu. “she likes Regular Show” Arastoo said as he took the controller and typed in the show.

“Did you know the average American eats almost 30 pounds of French fries a year?” Vincent said as he sat on the floor next to Charlotte to eat his fries.

He then turned to Charlotte. “we call these chips from where I'm from” he told the small girl.

“cool” she laughed.

“here ya go honey” Finn smiled giving her a small milkshake.

Once the show was set up and the food was out, it was technically the Squintern's lunch break, so they all(aside from Edison) filed into y/n's office to watch Cartoons and eat.

The commotion and child like giggles made Cam walk into what was supposed to be y/n's empty office.

“Hi honey” Arastoo said nervously as he waved at his fiance.

“hi Aunty cam!” Charlotte waved from her spot in Arastoo's lap.

“what are you guys doing?” she gave them a strange look as they all froze like deers in a pair of head lights, the only one who wasn't affected was Charlotte, who continued to eat her chicken nuggets.

“babysitting” Fisher said.

“on our lunch break” Wendell added quickly.

She sighed and walked out of the room, not wanting to get into it after she saw the bizarre cartoon. “ya know... don't want to know, carry on”

“bye Cam!” Charlotte shouted as the doctor left.

After lunch the Squinterns basically took turns taking care of the small child, while one was exmaing the century year old bones the other one was intertaning Charlotte.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“where could she be” Abernathy looked around the lab. He stoped at one of the tables then tried to jump scare Charlotte. “I gottcha!” he looked at her favorite hiding spot but she wasn't there. “hmm”

He looked around, moving chairs and files around, trying to find the little girl's hiding spot. This cought Edison's attention, he didn't really want to get involved with the little girl, but that didn't stop him from being curious.

“what are you doing Abernathy?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the skull he was examining. Abernathy peaked under one of the examination tables then back at Edison. “playin' hide-n-seek with Little Charlie” he smiled like it was the best thing that ever happened to him.

“she’s Slicker Than Pig Snot on a Radiator” Abernathy said as he looked around the lab some more. Edison looked up annoyed. “she's a good hider or you lost her?”

Abernathy sighed and gave him a 'really?' look. “look, I didn' loose her... I have a kid sister, I know how to take care of a kid”

Edison looked up and watched the little girl run into Cam's office to hide under her desk. He watched the little girl quickly run back to the threshold beacuse she dripped her blue penguin plush, before Abernathy could see she ran under the desk.

“she's over yonder” Edison said in a terrible Southern accent.

“Aw man!” Charlotte wined as she heard Edison give out her hiding spot. She came out hugging her penguin.

“that's not nice” Charlotte grumbled, they didn't know if she was talking about cheating or the fact Edison was making fun of Abernathy's slang. She was talking about both.

“well, you won little lady, I couldn't find ya” Abernathy shrugged with a smile. Charlotte smiled up at Abernathy as he called for Arastoo, it was his turn and Abernathy had to help Edison for a bit.

Arastoo glady took his tern next, he had Charlotte on his back, running around with his arms out while making airplane noise.

“to infinity and beyond” Charlotte giggled as Arastoo ran past Cam's office. She of course saw and scolded them as her motherly instincts started to show.

“please don't run in the Lab! One of you might get hurt” she sighed. Arastoo stoped, making his shoes squeek on the shiny floor. Charlotte rested her chin on Arastoo's shoulder and gave Cam puppy eyes. “aw”

Arastoo gave his fiance a sarcastic pouty face like Charlotte's real one. “aw” he repeated.

She rolled her eyes and gave Arastoo a quick kiss. Charlotte giggled and made fake kissy noises. Cam laughed at the little girl she considered her niece, she kissed the little girl on her cheek and went back into her office.

“have you heard from Sweets or Y/n?” he asked before came went into her office. “they should be back soon” cam respond.

Arastoo nodded as Charlotte let out a yawn then rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck so she wouldn't fall off.

Cam tilted her head and smiled softly. “she looks tired”

He turned his head so he could see the sleepy child. “I'll take her to y/n's office, so she can nap”

As Arastoo walked into y/n's office Fisher came into with his lab coat off. “well I'm done for the day... With the remains that is”

“that's good” Arastoo said gently setting Charlotte on the couch in her mother's office and used his lab coat as a blanket for her.

“you can go if you like, I'll stay with her while Cam dose some last minute paper work” Arastoo said setting on the couch next to her.

Fisher shook his head. “no, lady Sweets truted me, so I should do my share”

“she's not going anywhere... She sleeps like a rock” Arastoo said as Fisher made his spot on the ground infront of the couch.

Y/n and Lance came in about an hour and half later with a soft smile. Lance gently picked up his daughter while she remained fast asleep.

“thank for watching her guys, I know you weren't expecting to spend your day like this” y/n smiled.

Fisher shrugged. “it was quite interesting... It wasn't hard to intertaning ourselves”

“and I had some help...” Fisher added.

“little angel like always” Arastoo added with a smile as Cam walked in with her coat. “ready to go?” she asks softly so she didn't wake up Charlotte.

“yup, good night guys” he smiled and left with Cam. “night” Lance said holding his sleeping daughter close.

“thanks again guys” y/n waved at the other Squinterns as her and her family left the Jeffersonian, the tired parents thankful their little ball of energy will sleep well tonight.

#Squinterns #Bones #Bones imagines #Colin fisher #Wendell Bray #Finn Abernathy #Arastoo Vaziri #Lance Sweets x reader

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ladybellissima · 13 days

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Special Ending Finding Love Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Step after step, she walked along the corridor of their shared home, deep in thought. Like a robot her hands glided over her already big stomach, concentrated to feel every little message her body might was sending to her. "(Y/N)…keep calm. Everythings alright. Your child is alright. You are alright. The doctors told you so…", she whispered with a deep sigh, nevertheless a smile spread across her face. Anytime she was going to be a mother. Anytime Katakuri would be called a father. How fast things could change. And how fast 9 months could pass. Again a certain pain errupted at her back and slowly crawled torwards her stomach.

"You will definately know the moment your baby wants to come."

Definately, (Y/N) knew that she was completely clueless. Sighing she thought about Katakuri, who she already brought on the verge of a mental breakdown, because of her uneasiness. And by god she felt huge. How was her stomach able to grow so much? And why did she feel happy and devasted at the same time?

"Something's wrong?", a certain deep voice cut through her thoughts and let her stop in her tracks. Turning (Y/N) was met with Katakuri's calm expression, still eyebrows raised in question of her sudden activity. Normally he found his wife sleeping or relaxing, waiting paitently for their special day. Or better, she wasn't really able to do much moving with her latest size. Katakuri couldn't but feel helpless about not being able to support her more. Only able to watch over her and listen to her worries, in hope to make things easier. And again he was right in finishing his work earlier, feeling that something was off. (Y/N) on the other side felt exhausted and strained of causing him to worry again. She couldn't help it. Couldn't hide her inner conflict.

"Nothing's wrong, Katakuri. I am just restless today..i..i know that everything's fine..yeah.", (Y/N) spoke with a short smile, while accepting his hug and sweet kiss onto her forehead.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", he whispered, while kissing her cheek. Avoiding his strong gaze, she felt uneasy to start.

"At the beginning of your pregnancy you've told me every little detail. Literally every little detail…", he spoke and had to chuckle of this certain call he got from her. Quickly he rushed back home, thought she was sick and needed help. With pride (Y/N) announced that she felt miserable and had to puke for hours.

"Back then, i thought you were terribly sick, but you just tried to tell me that you were pregnant.", he added and felt relieved to make her chuckle.

"Yeah, i just knew something was going on. I felt lightheaded all the time..", (Y/N) whispered with a sigh, while brushing across her stomach, till Katakuri took her hand. To think that this rough start was just the beginning of a honestly nightmare.

"Not to mention your sudden outbursts of anger about well… nothing. ", he joked and gave her hand a kiss. Oh how helpless he felt of (Y/N)'s tired and angered mood. Not that he never experienced a fight with his wife, but this was on a whole different level. Easily she left annoyed or grumbled and complained about simple things, like his leaving for his duties or on special days his breathing.

"Well but there was a beautiful answer, why all this happened. Alongside endless calls and visits of doctors…", (Y/N) started kind of ashamed. "To think how often we called out to the doctors..how stupid of me..", she spoke uneasy, while avoiding his strong gaze.

"You were afraid… that's okay (Y/N). It's your first. Better we check and ease your worries than let your fears haunting your mind..", Katakuri spoke, while touching her stomach to maybe feel his baby's push. How excited (Y/N) was bursting into his office at whole cake chateau, ignoring his complains how on earth she could travel without proper protection and pregnant on a ship, to grab his hands and lay them onto her stomach. And how dissapointed she was after Katakuri felt nothing, explaining that sure she felt a push and moving. To be honest he also felt slightly annoyed about the fact that he still didn't receive a push against his hand till today. Like getting already rejected.

"Yeah but it got out of hand. I honestly couldn't really calm down..is he or she okay? Still moving, still growing and not in danger..still alive.", she whispered afraid, while Katakuri gave her a short nod of approval. He knew and honestly he expected this journey to be more sweeter. Was beyond happy to have a child with (Y/N). Felt overwhelmed, proud and powerful.

But it wasn't an easy pregnancy.

At first (Y/N) felt excited, couldn't believe that she really was becoming a mother. But beside feeling terribly sick for a long time, (Y/N) felt like suffocating. Often panicked of this overwhelming feeling to lose control of her body, while her stomach grew. She felt mentally exhausted, ugly, fat. Never would she be herself again. And after all her personal conflicts, she felt uneasy of her baby's health either. How could the baby be okay, if she felt so damn sick all the time?

Sighing of thinking about their pregnancy journey, (Y/N) felt unbelievable grateful to have Katakuri by her side. He never complained and brought her even late at night to their doctor. (Y/N) knew that he was worried too. Sure terrified. Fighting with his inner self how to help her, but honestly there was nothing to do. It was fate. It was pure luck and patience that they had come this far. Slowly she reached for his face, pulling his scarf away to kiss him deeply, but a sudden shot of pain let her struggle.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", Katakuri spoke seriously, while watching his wife taking a seat. Sighing (Y/N) bite her lips in frustration.

" Okay. Well i feel a strange uncomfortable pain. Coming from my back and it's also spreading till here. ", she spoke with a hectic voice, while pointing at the certain spots at her stomach.

"You feel what!?!"

Holding her breath, (Y/N)'s body froze in the spot of her husband's sudden outburst.

"Isn't that bad!!? Pain is bad or not?", Katakuri suddenly spoke - shouted, quickly made sure she stays in her position in holding her shoulders. "Don't move so much! You make it worse! I've read that you shouldn't move and stay in bed, if you are in pain! Why were you rushing around like a maniac!?", he spoke shocked, while thinking of what to do first.

Blinking in surprise, (Y/N) scratched her head irritated. "You've read those pregnancy books too? In some way you sure are right, but i was thinking more about the pain of giving birth…maybe?" , (Y/N) asked frustrated, holding her stomach of another shot of pain.

"Well…well..maybe this was part at the beginning..i can't remember..hell..you tell me! Are you giving birth (Y/N)? Now?", Katakuri stuttered helplessly, while feeling drops of sweat already forming onto his forehead.

"I…i am not sure. It's not that bad. Maybe it's just a stomach ache. I don't want to cause another ruckus at whole cake..God Katakuri i don't know, what to do. Wait. Not wait. Maybe something's off. Maybe not. Hell what about all this lovey dovey shit in those shitty books about a beautiful pregnant woman with a small bump and no worries at all. Going for a daily walk, laughing and chatting with her prince charming and then blop…it's here!", (Y/N) growled pissed, balling her fists in anger. Katakuri knew right away to keep a safe distance and let his wife calm down.

"Okay..well think ..let's think ..", Katakuri spoke stressed, while walking up and down the corridor, like his lovely wife used to. Watching the sweet commander with a short smile, (Y/N) felt tears stinging at the corner of her eyes of another shot of pain.

"Katakuri…", (Y/N) whispered and made him stop in his tracks of her faint and shaken voice.

She knew.

"Please..bring me to the doctor.."

He didn't have to use his skills to know that things got out of hand from now on. And even if he had read books about pregnancies to be prepared, he wasn't prepared for this at all.

(Y/N) knew that it wasn't a piece of cake. Knew all too well that it would hurt badly, after already going through different stages of pain during her pregnancy. Starting from back pain, stomach ache, even her legs hurt endlessly and got swollen.

But

The pain of giving birth was overwhelming. On top of not knowing, if you are really in labor at the beginning. The more (Y/N)'s nervousness raise, the more pain shot through her back and stomach. Unbearable long cramps, which made her vision slightly blurry. In a way she felt kind of in a trance, everytime another shot of pain errupted inside her. Was this her final day? It felt surreal. Faces passed her vision, pale, afraid, shocked. Voices around her got louder, while she was carried secure in Katakuri's arms, whos voice cut through her shocked state. Shouting and ordering servants around. The next moment (Y/N) felt herself placed onto a soft mattress, while Brulee spoke soothing words to calm her down. But honestly, (Y/N) wasn't able to really listen to anyone, while Katakuri got pale like a ghost, after she couldn't but had to scream. Couldn't but had to plead. Couldn't but had to shout, while doctors just gave her an supportive smile and advice to breath. She felt lost. Helpless. Frustrated of not being able to escape. And there it was the point of regret. There was no going back. While (Y/N) went through hours of pain, Katakuri got pushed outside by his sister to calm his shaking form and prevent him screaming at the doctors, who waited paitently and observed his wife's Odyssey.

"This isn't normal!!! This can't be normal!", he growled frutrated, while holding his head in distress. Rubbing his back, Brulee tried to support him as good as possible.

"You've heard the doctors.. everything's fine. She is going through a natural birth. It's sadly normal to go through hours of pain. Believe in her…i know it's hard to watch her suffer…she is becoming a mother..can't believe it Katakuri. I am so excited..", she spoke and gave him all the time he needed to calm down, but the sudden call of a doctor let him freeze in the spot.

"Master Katakuri. It won't take long anymore."

Like a robot Katakuri stepped back into the room, ears drumming of (Y/N)'s screams, slowly stepping to her side. He never saw her like that. Never heard such screams, deep and filled with pure pain and horror. Helpless digging her nails into his skin, while clinging onto his arm.

(Y/N) didn't get a sign, but pushed. Pushed against the pain, till a sudden shot released her amniotic fluid. For a moment her body froze in the spot of comprehending the situation, till the waves of pain got her back into screaming. Doctors called out to her to wait, till she was ready, but all she was able to was push. Push to stop this nightmare. Push like an inner instinct to survive.

And suddenly her big bump got smaller, while the feeling of losing something overwhelmed her form. Shaken her body got kind of cold, sweat glistered on her exposed skin, realizing that she was completely exposed down under.

But it wasn't important, because a loud unknown voice echoed through the room. Took her place in screaming at the top of its lungs.

Shaken like crazy, (Y/N) started to cry bitterly. Pressing a hand onto her mouth, she tried to control her outburst of emotions. It wasn't possible. Overwhelmed her baby was placed onto her chest, the weight unexpected heavy, pressing down onto her. Crying she watched her child for the first time. Her beautiful little boy with crimson hair. Speechless her look wandered up to Katakuri, who watched his son with wide eyes.

"Katakuri …we have a son…he is finally here…", her raspy voice called out to him. Shaking his head of hearing her normal voice again, Katakuri took her hand to press it softly. "(Y/N)…", he whispered exhausted, while watching her in disbelief. He didn't need to say a word. She herself had to still come back to her senses. Calming down, slowly realizing that the pain was completely gone.

"Congratulation!! What's his name?", a voice called out to them to pull them back to reality.

Smiling at each other, (Y/N) and Katakuri touched their son's hand, still couldn't really believe that this little one was their own.

"You are already special and you will become so much more.. whatever path you choose..ours is already settled in believing in you…Okashi"

Hopefully it is the way you all wished 🥳❤️💚❤️ let me know 🎉🎊 and Okashi means Sweet in japanese 💚

#katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri #one piece #karakuricharlotte #romance #fanfiction

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Very interesting! I'm actually... A sucker for big mom's children (please forgive me). Because I said I want to request something fluffy, may I request (headcanon is fine) Katakuri and Cracker with GN!S/O? Umm... In the morning, if he gets up early, they don't want to let him go and hug him tighter. And congratulations for 170+ followers! 💕 Thank you!

PS. Don't forget to take care of yourself!

“5 more minutes!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· your lover really is comfy, but he gets up early for work, so you beg him, “5 more minutes!” wanting to stay in bed with him a little more longer.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | c. katakuri, c. cracker (separate) × gn!reader | headcanons + scenarios

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! maybe a bit of swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: hello anooonn! thank you, [*/kisses you. i'm a sucker for her children too, especially kata, cracker, and smoothie!! 💋💋

i honestly think that they're kinda ooc, so sorry for that.

CHARLOTTE KATAKURI

definitely an early bird. he's highly needed by everyone from totto land anyway, so he has a lot of duties to fulfill.

so upon feeling his big body about leave your arms, you groan, fluttering your eyes open and looking at him with a pout.

“kata, 5 more minutes, please...! i want to stay in bed with you for a little longer!” you beg, hugging the mochi man who sighed tighter.

“but i need to work, love..” he muttered, caressing your cheeks with his big hand before kissing them. “i'll be back later, and i promise to spend the rest of the day with you.”

negotiated with you so you'll let him go. kissed you lots too.

rushes to finish all his task to fulfill his promise to spend the rest of his day together with you.

CHARLOTTE CRACKER

like katakuri, cracker is a busy man being a sweet general who is needed by totto land, so he definitely needs to wake up early.

that's no fun, of course. you want your dear lover's time all to yourself. so before he could even get up to get dressed, you locked cracker in your arms, tightly embracing him.

“y/n, let me go, please. i have to do my duty as a sweet general...” he grumbles, getting your arms off him, well, he tried—but you just won't let your lover go. “5 more minutes cracker, let's cuddle here a bit more longer..”

“i need to wor—” “pleeeaaseee..!!” pleading him to stay with puppy eyes, cracker's eye twitched, a defeated sigh escaping his mouth, finally agreeing to stay. “fuck it, fine. but only for 5 minutes, okay!?”

ends up staying in bed with you for more than five minutes.

cracker was fetched by smoothie after a good 15 minutes and was like, “cracker-nii, do you have plans on working, or you'll just be staying in bed with y/n-san for the rest of the day?”

made a cracker general with his powers to do his work for him instead so he could spend the rest of the day with you.

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri x reader #charlotte cracker #cracker one piece #charlotte cracker x reader #cracker x reader

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trulybetty · 8 months

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Sunday Week in Review IV

It has been a really weird week this week. One of those weeks where you don’t feel right but you’re not unwell, but you know you’re not yourself. That’s been me the entire week. As a result, I didn’t read or really do much - but I’m hoping this long weekend will get me out of my funk and back to some sense of normality - whatever that is these days lol 🙃

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Sick Day (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Plans for Gold Rush: I recently had a re-read and got to have a really good conversation with @gnpwdrnwhiskey about Charlotte and Joel this week, and it really made me realize how much I miss them. So, my plan is to go back and have a good edit of what’s posted - (both my writing and editing style have changed and Gold Rush is wordy in places it has no business being). Going to take the next week or so to do that and get back to the story that brought me to this community and even if it’s me and three other people reading it, I don’t mind - because I love these characters and want to see it through ❤️

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading I think I’m up to chapter six on this now, as of this week, complete fanfic! It’s a cute read of Frankie enrolling his daughter into Readers school and two having a magnetic back and forth that they can’t act upon until Frankie’s daughter is no longer in Readers class (boo school rules) and I can’t wait to see what happens when they’re finally able to be together!

The Layover by @goodwithcheese How are we all doing? Have we all recovered from this chapter? Are we prepared for the epilogue that’s coming? This story has been a joy to read and I will honestly be revisiting this one with a permanent place on my fanfics to recommend list! 🙌

Talk Tonight by @darkroastjoel Joel Miller. Delayed flight. One night in Paris. Did I mention Joel Miller and one night in Paris? This was a delight to get stuck into the opening chapter this week and I’m a suck for an OC. I’m really excited to see how the night plays out for Camila and Joel on the backdrop of Paris.

Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck Another series that had its last chapter this week and an epilogue on the way. This has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com and another that will be a re-read in the near future. I had an inkling of how this last chapter would play out, but rather than be predictable it keeps you on your toes to a very toe-curlingly sweet ending that will make you want to hug the screen.

Hungry Hearts | Independence Day by @atinylittlepain This is another that will always be on my permanent fanfic recommendation list. Things are reaching a peak between Cherry and Joel and I can't wait to see how things are going to come to heads between the two in the present day.

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 4 by @rhoorl Just realized I keep thinking this is chapter three and it’s chapter 4 (told you it’s one of those weeks 🤦🏻‍♀️) - anyway, another delight of a chapter from Jess and there’s so much to unpack here with the residents of Mulefall Court - so do yourself a favour and go take a read… or two!

Supply & Demand by @wildemaven Between this fanfic, @rhoorl’s portrayal of Benny and the influx of Garrett Hedlund posts on my feed this week - I think I’m slowly being converted to the Benny side! This is a truly sweet one-shot that I don’t want to get too into here as it deserves a read to find out yourself how it plays out and how endearing Heidi’s Benny really is. Because even if you’re not a fan, you’re going to want to read more of him! Trust me 🥰

20/20 by @ladamedusoif This popped up on my feed this week and it’s always an instant re-read when it does as it has a place on my favourites list! Joel needs to get his eyes tested and the man needs glasses. However, he really doesn’t want them.

Fics I’m Looking Forward to Reading... My TBR List is still a work in progress, will share it when it’s done 💕

These two I was hoping to get stuck into this week, but mental headspace got away with me and wanted to make sure I gave them the attention they deserve because peep the premises for both! 🙌

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif Okay, so it’s a Blacksmith Din AU set some time after the Irish Rebellion of 1798 - the creativity in this synopsis alone is enough to have me mentally carving out some time this weekend to devour the first chapter.

Let’s Call this a Win Win by @jomiddlemarch Joel. OFC. No Outbreak AU. Sarah and Ellie at summer camp. Sign me up! Joel is dropping Sarah off at summer camp where he meets camp nurse Meghan. Did I mention that Joel is going to be working maintenance there too? I cannot wait to give this one the attention it deserves and find out what happens!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

Pedro living his best life at a Beyoncé concert this week and everyone living for the pure joy of it.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Marry Me - I am a sucker for a rom-com, and I’m a sucker for a JLo rom-com. Throw in Owen Wilson with a batshit plot line that is absolutely unbelievable and you can just shut up and take my money (which Apple did because I bought it)

Something from Tiffany’s - this was on paper a ‘meh’ kinda concept, but I’m glad I gave it a chance as I adored every second of it and now have all the feels and ideas for seasonal one-shots and mini-series that are way above my ability to pull off lol

Discussing WIP’s and OC’s - got to indulge with both this week with some awesome mutuals about not only my own, but theirs too! It's always oo much fun hearing other people’s thought processes and bouncing ideas around. Highly recommend it!

This Week’s Song…

What's a rom-com without a good pop song? This was the bop of the week as I made my way through the week.

Hope everyone had a great week! Let me know if you have any good fanfic recs or your own lists to share! 💕 xx

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

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caterpillarinacave · 2 months

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I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.

Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*

First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.

Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.

Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.

While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.

(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)

Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)

Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.

(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)

In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.

When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.

Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.

Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)

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Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

#My rough drafts are a goldmine #I’ve got basically a full novel of Henry and Charlotte in the form of random chapters scattered around a google doc #The second to last one might have come about because Ive always had an affinity for losing medical equipment #Yes it’s normally attached to my body no I don’t know where it went #I love so much #the thoughts are suffocating #My brain replays “they believed right then that Shadowhunters came from angels” constantly #It’s one of the lines I made up and lives rent free in my head #I direct everyone to Qui Voltum Tolt Vultum Perdit on my AO3 which will eventually be full of henry and Charlotte #That fic is a very articulate example of some of my thoughts #The bit about the marigold I mentioned is just the surface btw it’s so much 💅deeper💅#I didn’t even mention the snow scene on here (scene I made up. And only I know about)#Or the scars. Dhegvgfg the scar thing #One of my own WIPs that makes me cry because I need someone to love me that way #Also left out the pajama thing the baked good thing the boat thing the “teaching original London institute gang to swim” thing #The newspaper thing floor thing the triplets thing the Yorkshire thing the bathtub thing the tiny little children #The smell of air before a storm thing the lemon thing the piano thing the music thing ugh I could go on and on #Tid #thanks for the ask!#fairwell #…anyone got any good articles on the gut microbiome

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beefromanoff · 6 months

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Going Under Ch. 24

summary: Bucky goes on his first mission since being back at the compound. Wanda helps Gianna keep her mind off of things.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: lifestyles of the rich and famous - good charlotte

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS CHAPTER UP, I wanted to make sure it was fun and lengthy enough to warrant the long gap between chapters but that ended up just making it longer. let me know what you think, your reviews mean everything! xoxo!

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“Are you sure you have to go?” Gianna whined, tugging on Bucky’s sleeve from her horizontal position in bed. He chuckled as he sat on the edge to lace his shoes. The sun hadn’t even crossed the horizon yet.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t choose four days with Steve and Sam over this.” He shot her a sidelong look. “There’s not much I would choose over this, honestly.”

She groaned, letting her head hit the pillow. “Are you sure I shouldn’t worry?”

“It’s just a basic intelligence mission. The base we’re investigating hasn’t been active in over a year. This is as easy as it gets.”

“So why do they need three Avengers?” She tangled her hand in his as he finished knotting his shoes.

“Because,” He stroked her hair away from her face with his free hand. “Steve goes in and does the recon, Sam clears the path from the sky and makes sure we have a clear perimeter, and I’m set up on the outskirts ready to strike if something goes sideways.”

“You don’t go in with Steve?”

“Believe it or not, I didn’t always specialize in hand to hand. I used to be a sniper.” He grinned.

“Mmm, there’s nothing you can’t do.” Gianna turned and kissed his palm, still resting on her cheek. A soft glow illuminated the room as Bucky’s phone lit up with a text from Steve urging him to get to the hangar.

“I gotta go doll, I’ll be back before you know it.” He stood to his feet without dropping her hand. Sighing, Gianna tossed the comforter aside and climbed out of bed to hug him. Her head rested against his chest as he enveloped her in his arms. She breathed him in, trying to soak in his presence and somehow make it last for the next few days without seeing him. The longest it had been since they met.

She looked up at him. “Be safe.”

“I promise.”

As he strode towards her bedroom door, Gianna trailed behind, still holding his hand. Her bare feet padded across the carpet, the only sound on the otherwise silent floor. When they reached the elevators, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. The kiss was soft and sweet, not breaking as Bucky reached out to hit the call button on the wall. Their lips remained pressed together with a series of sweet kisses as he stepped backwards into the elevator car. A soft clink reverberated through the dark common room as Bucky’s metal hand caught the door, buying him enough time to give Gianna one last kiss.

“It’s only four days.” He said, reassuring himself just as much as her.

She blew him a kiss, hugging herself as the old t-shirt of his she’d been wearing as pajamas was no match for the cool air. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Impossible.”

Staring at the sleek metal of the closed doors, Gianna fought the small lump that formed in her throat. Don’t cry. Do NOT cry. This is not something to cry over. This is his job and he’s good at it and he’ll be back in a few days.

She made her way back to her room, shaking her head to clear the wave of emotion that was hitting her in Bucky’s absence. Of course she worried about him, but this was different. The feeling of longing in her chest, the little knots of anxiety beginning to twist in her gut. After months of being nearly inseparable on tour, then the past several weeks living at the compound and spending all her newfound free time with him, and now that they’d been spending the night together every night for almost two weeks…she didn’t want to be without him.

Not now, not ever.

His side of the bed was still warm when she crawled back into it. Grabbing her phone, she snapped a quick photo of her eyes peering out over the top of the comforter and pressed send before falling back asleep.

Gianna: missing you already

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Bucky’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he climbed the ramp onto the Quinjet, trailing behind Steve. He tugged it out and let the screen light up his face in the dark, morning light. A photo from Gianna, her green eyes visible over the overstuffed comforter in her room. Missing you already. His heart clenched, trying not to think about her feeling lonely in his absence. He’d already spoken to a few of the team members staying back about keeping an eye out for her. On the one hand, he was well aware of the fact that she’d been on her own and self-sufficient for years before he ever even knew who she was. On the other hand, he now not only knew her but was utterly infatuated with her. That meant being a little overprotective at times.

He’d even slipped Wanda a few hundred dollars, suggesting they go shopping while he was away. She’d raised her eyebrow and smirked.

“You know you don’t have to pay me to hang out with her. I like her. We all do.”

“I know. But this job doesn’t pay all that well and Gianna said you’ve been talking about a shopping spree since she got here.”

“I accept your mission.” Wanda mock saluted, pocketing the money.

“Thanks. But Wanda,” Bucky had paused, eyes pleading. “Please be careful.”

The look on his face, utterly concerned, stopped her from making any of the sarcastic comments that crossed her mind.

“I will.”

Sam clapped a hand on his back, snapping Bucky back to the present. “Going full loverboy already, Sarge? Damn. You know what the kids these days call that? Simping. Pete told me.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky shoved his phone back in his pocket. He assumed Gianna was already asleep by now, her habit of waking up early finally broken after a few weeks of not touring. “It’s too early for this, Sam.”

“Too early for what?” He swore that Sam had the ability to speak at a volume no other human could. Especially before sunrise.

“For you.”

“Alright, alright,” Steve waved his hand as he sat down at the helm of the ship. “Who wants to copilot?”

“I’ll do it.” Bucky took the seat beside him, putting the headset on.

When they’d reached cruising altitude, somewhere high above the clouds, Steve flipped on autopilot. He leaned back in his seat, linking his fingers behind his head. “Just like old times.”

“Let’s hope it’s a little better than old times.” Bucky grinned.

“New, old times.”

“Before you went off and became a groupie!” Sam called from the back of the jet, feet propped up on another chair.

“Shut up, Sam.” He rolled his eyes.

“I take it things are going well?” Steve’s eyes were genuine, a welcome contrast to Sam’s constant teasing.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Things are…great. Better than I deserve.”

“Don’t,” Steve pointed a warning finger at Sam, who’d opened his mouth to make an undoubtedly snarky comment. “You deserve this, Buck. Seriously. It’s good to see you this happy.”

“I agree, hey!” Sam dodged a miscellaneous part that Bucky tossed at him. “I was being serious! Yeah, I give you a hard time, but that’s just how I am. You know I want you to be happy, man. You’ve been through a lot. If anyone deserves to fall in love with a smokin’ hot celebrity sugar momma, it’s you. Well…it’s probably Steve. Then it’s me. But I’m holding out for a Kardashian and Steve’s got the hots for Romanoff, so I guess that leaves you.”

Bucky cracked a smile. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Don’t go getting all warm and fuzzy on me. I just think it’s nice you’re gettin’ some action, keep you from being so damn grumpy all the time.”

Almost imperceptibly, Bucky’s face froze before returning back to his near constant scowl. Steve raised an eyebrow. “Buck, have you two…?”

“Not yet.” He was tight lipped.

Even Sam was stunned into silence.

“But,” Steve chose his words carefully, ever the gentleman. “You’ve been sleeping in her room, I thought maybe-”

“It’s not like that. I mean, it will be. I hope it will be. She tries, I know she wants to.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.”

“So…why?”

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

After a moment, Sam spoke softly. “I don’t think you’re the type to just hit it and quit it, man.”

“That’s not what I mean, of course I wouldn’t do that. I have…reasons. I don’t want to rush it, yeah, but I mean physically. I don’t want to hurt her.” He winced. “It’s been…awhile. I don’t know how the serum changes…things.”

“Ah.” Steve nodded.

“Wait, wait,” Sam stood up. “You’re telling me you haven’t gotten freaky since, what, the forties?”

“Okay, it’s not like I’ve been dating for the past century, jackass. It’s kind of hard to meet people when you’re in cryofreeze.”

“Alright, chill - no pun intended. I just mean, damn. That’s a long time.”

Bucky grunted. “I know.”

“I haven’t either.” Steve smiled sheepishly.

“Damn…y’all are the only two people who can save the world and still not get any ass.” Sam shook his head.

“I guess I’ve just been waiting for the right person, and then waiting for the right time. Don’t want to make it awkward at work, you know.” He chuckled.

“I wouldn’t call you and Romanoff ‘coworkers’ after everything you’ve been through.” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“I know. I’m just saying…I get it. I’ve thought the same thing.”

“Alright, here’s the deal.” Sam crouched between their seats. “We’re gonna land this jet, execute this mission to perfection, get our asses back to the compound so you two can lose your virginities. Again.”

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The foam on her latte was just as beautiful as every morning. A small silver lining to the first of four mornings without Bucky. She was snapping a lid on the to-go cup when a familiar voice rang out in the bustling compound cafe.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Wanda chimed, bumping Gianna’s hip with her own.

“Well, aren’t you cheery this morning!”

“I have good reason to be.” She grinned, linking their arms as they walked through the doors into crisp, fall air.

“Oooh, do tell.” Gianna sipped her coffee as they walked down the path to the dock, leaves crunching below their feet.

“We’re taking a girls’ trip. Back to the city.” Wanda’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her accent peaking through as it only did when she was either very excited or very angry. “Don’t worry, Bucky knows. It was his idea, actually.”

“You’re kidding me…Bucky Barnes suggested that? My Bucky?” She feigned shock.

“Yes, your Bucky. I should have checked him for a fever, but who am I to turn down a girls’ trip.” Wanda winked. “We leave this afternoon. Don’t bother packing heavy, we’ll be shopping.”

With that, the redhead turned on her heel and headed back to their building, a significant bounce in her step.

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A few hours later, the Quinjet was softly touching down on the sky-high landing pad of Avengers’ Tower.

This was a welcome change to the last time Gianna had arrived here. This time, she was here for fun. Here for a girls’ trip, possibly the first one she’d ever taken. She’d slowly begun to recover from the trauma of the attack, largely due to being surrounded by friends who could protect her from any and every threat imaginable. The other part due to her shoving the fear and flashbacks deep, deep down inside herself. If she couldn’t erase, she could definitely avoid.

The jet was full, Natasha seated in her preferred spot at the front of the jet, flipping a switch to lower the ramp. She and Tony had come back for a brief meeting with the Secretary of Defense. After the Accords had been absolved, they’d agreed to a monthly meeting just to keep things civil and open. Peter had flown back with them, partly to visit his aunt and partly because he didn’t want to be left at the empty compound. Vision, however, had been more than happy to have the place to himself.

“Be a doll, would you Pete?” Wanda crooned, handing her duffel back to a wide-eyed Peter.

“You’re the best.” Natasha followed suit, winking as she walked by.

As Gianna went to pick up her bag, Tony beat her to it. “Who said chivalry is dead?” He winked, gesturing for her to head down the ramp.

“Why, thank you.” She grinned. As soon as she’d turned, Tony tossed the bag behind him into Peter’s general direction. A strand of webbing shot out, snagging it before it could hit the ground.

“Oh, come on!” He called, stumbling as the third bag plopped into his arms.

Wanda led them down a familiar path, bringing them back to the same floor they’d held game night. It felt like years ago. She gestured to her right. “All of those rooms are empty, the ones on the left are occupied. You can pick any of the guest rooms, or,” She pointed to a door on her left. “That one is Bucky’s. Up to you. Meet me in my room, we can get ready. I’ll get wine.”

“Better not be any of my expensive bottles, bottom shelf only!” Tony warned.

“Yeah, yeah.” Wanda waved her hand as she disappeared into her room.

Gianna opened the door to Bucky’s room, not surprised to find it decorated just as minimally as his room at the compound. Interior design didn’t seem to be much of a concern for him. He had a few photos framed, which she assumed had been gifted to him. The closet held a few of his sweatshirts, which she already planned to reclaim as her own. She pulled out her phone to send another photo, this time of her in front of his bed. Her nails clicked on the screen as she walked across the living room to meet Wanda.

Gianna: only missing one thing!

The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the panoramic windows of Wanda's room in the Avengers' Tower, casting a warm, golden hue across the walls. The room was buzzing with wine-induced giggles as both girls sat before a well-lit vanity, surrounded by an array of makeup palettes and hair styling tools.

Wanda, with her signature scarlet hair coiled around the curling iron, grinned mischievously at Gianna. "So, spill. How's it going with Bucky?"

Gianna chuckled, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. "Oh, you know…"

Wanda raised an eyebrow, letting the curl fall before wrapping up another strand. "You’ve gotta give me more than that. Don’t forget who helped him pull off the first date of the century."

Gianna giggled, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You’re right, you’re right. Everything is great. Perfect, honestly. He’s sweet, he’s handsome, he’s so funny-"

Wanda laughed, cutting her off. "You’ve got it bad, G. This isn’t new information. I mean the spicy stuff, you know…" She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Gianna blushed, her expression growing serious for a moment. "I…don’t have much to report. He said he wanted to take things slow, do it right, but…I didn’t know he meant this slow. I mean, we’ve slept in the same bed for almost two weeks now and he hasn’t so much as stuck a hand up my shirt."

“Have you tried anything?"

“Oh, believe me.” She sipped her wine. “I’ve tried. We’ve, you know, made out. It’s gotten pretty hot and heavy, or so I thought. But he always diffuses it, turns it sweet. If I bring it up, he just says he wants to do things right.”

Wanda examined her eye makeup, going in to blend the colors together on her lid. “Well, he is from a different time. He’s probably just trying to be respectful. I think it’s sweet.” She grinned. “I also think you can make him crack.”

Blushing, Gianna dug through the pile of lip products in front of her. “There’s nothing I can do about it right now anyways. I’m just excited for girl time. You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve done anything like this.”

“Ugh, me too. I love Natasha, but her idea of ‘girl time’ is sometimes a little more violent than mine. I’d rather go shopping than sparring.”

Gianna settled on a peachy gloss for her lips. "Speaking of, any plans for our shopping extravaganza this weekend? I heard there's a vintage store nearby that's supposed to be amazing."

Wanda's eyes lit up. "Oh, we must! And I need to find a dress for Tony's gala next month. Something that says 'I can manipulate reality, but make it fashion.'"

Gianna grinned, carefully applying mascara to her lashes. "I have no doubt you'll find the perfect thing. If not, I’ll call my stylist and see if she can’t help us out. And, uh, just a heads up, we might run into some paparazzi tonight. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in public, so once word gets out…it could get chaotic."

Wanda waved her hand dismissively. "Let them come. It’s about time I get photographed doing something other than destroying buildings."

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The rooftop restaurant, nestled amidst the glittering skyscrapers of New York City, exuded an air of sophistication that Gianna had always loved. Ambient light illuminated the tables adorned with crisp white linens, casting a warm glow over the lavishly dressed patrons. With the price point, most of those who came here were celebrities, politicians, or athletes. Gianna, Wanda, and Peter were seated at a secluded corner table, surrounded by lush potted plants and the soft murmur of the city far below.

They indulged in an array of gourmet dishes, ranging from artfully crafted sushi to decadent desserts. Gianna had told the server to bring them one of everything. Wanda’s eyes glittered, loving a taste of the luxurious lifestyle, while Peter had paled even seeing the cost of the wine she’d ordered for the table.

Eyes twinkling with amusement, Gianna playfully teased Peter between bites. "So, Peter, how's college life treating you?"

Peter, attempting to juggle the conversation and his sushi chopsticks with varying degrees of success, grinned back. "Oh, you know, standard college experience. Saving the world by day, acing my exams by night. The whole shebang."

“I wouldn’t know, actually. I never even finished high school.” She laughed.

Wanda chimed in, her scarlet nails twirling the stem of her wine glass. "Peter, I hate to say it, but you’re the most educated person at this table. By far." She shrugged and took a sip. “I never even started high school.”

Gianna nudged Wanda as they both giggled, appreciating the way humor effortlessly wove into their conversation. The cool breeze of the city combined with the warmth of a wine buzz had everyone’s mood as sky-high as the rooftop they dined on.

Peter's eyes widened as he pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen. His expression shifted from surprise to concern as he showed the message to the girls. It was a screenshot of a social media post, a blurry photo capturing the moment they left the Tower and climbed into the black SUV.

"How did they even get this, we were outside for like…fifteen seconds?!" Peter huffed, clearly frustrated.

Gianna rolled her eyes, not even a hint of annoyance in her voice. "The paparazzi have a sixth sense for these things. Could be from security footage from a building nearby, someone could have looked up at just the right time. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone saw the Quinjet land earlier and just camped out, waiting for someone to leave."

“Does it bother you? This seems like…a massive invasion of privacy.” He examined the photo again before nervously looking around the rooftop.

“It used to, but you get numb to it. You guys understand, it’s not like you’re the average person either.” She nonchalantly popped a california roll into her mouth.

“True, but we don’t get this level of attention. I mean, maybe after something big happens, but that comes and goes. I don’t think I would like this.” Peter slid his phone back in his pocket.

“Hate to break it to you, but you probably picked the wrong company for dinner then.” Gianna winked.

“Come on, Peter.” Wanda elbowed him. “You’re going to look so cool in front of your classmates. Who cares about Spider-Man,” She stuck her tongue out. “You’re Gianna Cruz’ friend. That’s a way bigger deal.”

Gianna laughed. “Oh hush.”

They finished their dinner, taking their sweet time working through the thousands of dollars of food that just kept coming. Thanks to the high-profile nature of the other customers, no one seemed to care that a celebrity and two Avengers dined amongst them. When they’d finished and Gianna paid the tab that rivaled a month of Peter’s college tuition (if he hadn’t been on a full scholarship, thanks to Tony’s September Foundation), they decided to throw caution to the wind and leave through the front door.

When the doors slid open and a gust of wind tousled their hair, Gianna led the trio to the black SUV where the driver was waiting to open the door. As expected, a dozen photographers had gathered, bombarding them with flash photography and shouted questions.

“Gianna, where have you been? Are you back in New York for good?”

“What do you have to say to rumors that you’re done touring altogether?”

“When can we expect new music? Do you plan to perform at the VMA’s next month?”

She tuned most of them out, giving polite smiles and waves before keeping her head down as she walked to the car. One question, however, piqued her attention right before she climbed into the car after Wanda.

“Ms. Cruz, how’s Bucky Barnes?”

Grinning, Gianna looked over her shoulder in the direction of the video camera held by the man asking. “He’s perfect.”

#james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fluff #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff #winter solider x reader

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jaeclerc · 9 months

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Sebchal + "will you stop being such a menace to me?"

5 things Sebastian overheard Charles say to their daughter over the years:

“Celine! Will You stop being such a menace to me?”

All Seb heard was a crash and Charles swearing in French. Sebastian bit his lip, afraid to turn the corner.

When he did, he saw all of Charles’ course work on the floor along with at least half of his helmet collection.

“Chéri, I’m begging you!”

Raising a six year old was honestly the hardest thing Seb has ever done and he was a 4 time world champion. Especially a 6 year old who was half him and half Charles Leclerc. She was whip smart and way too aware of it.

The best part though, by far, was watching his husband attempt to do her hair. Long, beautiful, curly, and the most beautiful brown he’s ever seen (maybe he’s biased).

Every morning before Charles wrestled her into her uniform and put her into the sensible Nissan he made Seb buy, he did her hair in beautiful styles. Sadly, they also had a child with a severe inability to sit still. And every morning, Charles used that line to beg her to sit down in her chair so he could do her hair.

“You’re the most beautiful choice I’ve ever made.”

Sebastian tried to ignore the tears in Charles’ eyes as they watched their daughter graduate middle school, but he knew that this was important to Charles. Every moment in her life was proof that he made the life he dreamed of when he would lay and bed and beg to be taken away from the body he was forced into.

He heard him whisper this into her hair as he hugged her tight, kissing her temple as he pulled away, his green eyes watery.

“Papa!” She whispered, blushing “You’re being sappy!” But she held his hand as they walked over to her best friend’s family, her dimpled grin matching her Papa’s.

“Your Vatti is about to keel over, tone it down!”

He was not about to keel over, but he was shocked beyond belief as he heard the things his daughter was saying. Sebastian just laughed, sitting beside Charles on the couch.

“I’m just sayingggg, dad.” She was on an English kick, and called them both that despite the fact that it confused them greatly.

“It’s just purple hair dye! A little bleach and some pink hair dye! My friends are all doing it.” She rolled her eyes, an exact mirror of her Papa. Still at the age of 14, she was his twin.

“But you always said you never wanted to dye your hair and now this…” he gestured and she prompted “BTS.” He nodded.

“BTS! Is making you want to dye your hair purple and go to Paris? You know Paris is really stinky, right?” She giggled and shook her head.

“Dad, we’ve been, I know it smells but I still wanna go. It’s my dream, please! Charlotte said we can stay with her Auntie.”

Sebastian sighed and told her to grab his wallet, already grabbing her iPad to see these tickets.

“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”

Charles started singing that song to Celine when she was born, a fresh bundle of blanket and pink baby. It had so many versions, Sebastian could never keep track of all of them. But he sang it to her every night before she slept until she was 10.

Then he would sing it randomly to her whenever she needed him to just rock her, and comfort her. He sang it to her when she graduated high school.

And here he was, at her wedding, singing it to her in his speech and Sebastian wasn’t crying, it was just the wine. His daughter, all grown up and beautiful beyond belief. Married to the love of her life, both of them beaming at the love of his life.

#charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #bee au !#jaeclerc asks

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f1-mverstappen · 2 years

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MAX VERSTAPPEN FANFIC

Oceans eyes (part 1)

(Gift is not mine. Credit to owner)

So this is my new fanfic about max that I’ve been working quite along now. I hope you like it. I’ve been inspired by the song “Ocean eyes” by billie eilish.

Summary: reader and Charles Leclerc have been best friends since forever, and one day she met Max through Charles and that’s where their love story begin. The reader is a kids doctor and she’s not into the f1 world. With both their busy schedule they will have to learn how to go beyond their own challenges if they wanna stay together.

Characters: Reader x Max Verstappen

Ocean eyes (part 1)

My name is x and I was born and raised here Monaco, my father is the owner and CEO of the BNP Paribas Bank, which is a French bank that operated all over the world and my mom is a doctor at the “Center hospitalier Princesse Grace”. My father always tried to push me into the finances world but my heart had already made its choice.

Since I was a little girl I always loved to help my mother with people, but mostly kids in need. That’s why I became a pedriatrician. On my free time from school and then college, a couple years ago, I helped in an institution that helped kids with different illnesses. Our main job was to help with reabilitacion, but also provide them with shelter, health and education so they can follow theirs dreams. At this point I worked in same hospital as my mom, but I also work in the institution where I’ve been helping my whole life basically. And of course I love it more than anything.

It was the start of august and Monaco was full of people who came from all over the world. The beautiful marine was filled up with the most beautiful yatchs, from small to big. It was a superficial environment of course, the streets were full of people wearing the latest designer clothes, everyone looked their best when walking the streets of Monaco.

It was a lovely Saturday and I finally managed to get a free weekend, which didn’t happen in a long time, so i decided to meet with my lovely friend Charles Leclerc for a coffee in the beautiful “Cafe de Paris”. We were friends since pre-school, we always share everything with one-another till we’re like 15 years old, and then of course life moved its way and I went to college to pursue my dream and so did Charles, but we never lose contact with eachother. We just don’t spend the time together like we used too. I arrived at the cafe and there he was. “Omg (Xreader), you look absolutely incredible, i miss you so much” he said with the most radiant smile opening his arms to hug me. “I miss you to Charles, it’s been forever”

We asked for our coffee and we talked for hours. “How can you not know anything about formula one, when your best friend is literally fighting for the championship?? You’re unbelievable Xxx” he said to me, he had a point. “ you never explain anything to me, and I don’t have the time to watch you know..” I answer honestly “and if you were a nice friend you would already teach me, how can the only thing I know is how fast the tyres are changed.. what a shame” I mocked him a little. We laughed at my ignorance..

“So how is Charlotte doing, I barely see her nowadays..” I ask him and immediately his dark blue eyes shine. “She’s doing fine actually, she’s been studying arquitecture and she’s developing her brand witchs consists in customising shoes and other stuff” he told me very proud “and she’s been incredibly to me very supportive as well I love her very much” he continued talking about her and just by listening I knew my friend was completely in love with her. “I’m so happy for you Charles, you deserve everything and more, you’ve always been the best to everyone, now it’s your time to be happy” I said to him truly

“Yeah I know, you’re the best, but you don’t run away from the question, when do I get to meet your boyfriend??” I laughed kinda too loud at his question “well I would present you if I had one, which I don’t..” I gave him a small smile “how can you not have a boyfriend? At least someone you’re interested in?”, “no not even that, I work with old people, old, ugly doctors and as I spend my life there it gets though to find someone” I laughed of my own misery. It’s not like I was looking for someone, because I wasn’t at all, but I know how Charles was.. “we have to changed that miss (Xreader), you are so beautiful, best student in class all years, a heart of gold, I have to find you a boyfriend” oh now, I thought to myself “ I appreciate Charles, but I’m fine, I’m really focused on my career right now. When I looked to Charles he was waving at someone that I didn’t see right away only when he approached to our table.

He was tall, blond hair that was pulled back in a nice way, and a very beautiful ocean eyes. “Mate how are you!?” Charles said while handshaking him. “Well I’m fine now that I’m leading the championship plus on vacation, I’m Perfect” he said laughing “well enjoy it while it last, you know it ain’t for long” Charles respond in a joking but kinda provocative way. I assumed that this was his opponent for the tittle. “So Max this is my best friend (xreader), and (reader) this is Max Verstappen, mostly know by Super Max ” he said joking I guess.

“Hello Max, nice to meet you” i got up and handshaked him, I gave him a small smile and I think it was the first time he looked at me since he arrived. “Nice to Meet you (Xreader)”

He’s blue eyes met my green ones and we kinda got stuck in that moment it was like no one was there. After a couple of seconds later our hand were still interlaced, and eyes stuck on one another. I came back to reality and hoped Charles didn’t noticed my moment with his friend or whatever they were.

“Mate sit with us have a drink” please say no! I thought to myself “sure, why not”, of course now I had to look at him after our strange moment a couple minutes ago. “Só Charles are you staying in Monaco on vacation?!” Max asked Charles “No, I’m going to Mexico with Charlotte and some friends and you!?”

“Well for now I’m staying in Monaco, enjoying the boat and the jetsky.. kinda of tired of travelling actually, but maybe I will change my mind and go somewhere else, if something changes” he looked straight at me, with his blue eyes shining so bright. They were very beautiful. He was very handsome, dressed in a blue linen shirt that matched his eyes, beige shorts and white sneakers, simple but beautiful. He changed the subject to me “So (Xreader) do you live here in Monaco” he ask me interested “Yes, my life is here, thats where I met the monecat Charles.” I joked a little. “What about you?!” I continued. “I’m a fórmula 1 driver, I’m from the Netherlands and I moved to Monaco a couple years ago, because everyone around this circle of pilots live here so it’s nice. It’s a lovely place to lived. What do you do for living?” he ask me with interest in his voice. “I’m a pediatrician” I said proud of myself and my dear friend Charles couldn’t contain himself and said “she graduated with high score at college, and honers from Monaco government.” He said proud of me, and I smile at my friend.

I felt max’s eyes on me, a very intense look and then he said “that’s very impressive, your parents must be very proud.”

Charles interrupted our conversation to telll that he need to go, Charlotte called him for an “emergency” I laughed and told him it was okay.

“We can meet another day and you can see Charlotte” he said to me. “Yes I would love that”

We hugged again and said our goodbyes. And that’s when I realised Max was still in front of me. I spoke first “Do you wanna get going?”

“Actually, do you wanna go for a walk or something” I look at him and didn’t know exactly what to say I felt a heat coming on my body. It’s been too much time since a man asked me for anything that a simple “go for a walk” was a reason for me to get a little shy. And he noticed it. “Cmon it will be fun I promise” he added. “Fine, I’m coming”.

Well that was the first part. If you like I will post the next part tomorrow.

Bye bye

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citygirlcharlotte · 2 years

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The Sister Halstead (Part 8)

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Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

3 weeks later, Chuckles was healed and ready to head back to work! Granted he was going to be on desk duty but returning none the less. As much as I loved him at my place, I was getting kind of tired of having to sneak Henry in and out.

“Jay bird are you ready?” I called out.

Since this was his first day back and his truck got totaled in the shoot out, I was going to drive him to work and then we’d head to the dealership at lunch.

“Coming!”

Being the amazing sister I am, I made him a breakfast bagel and a coffee to go. I also sneaked a breakfast bagel and a coffee for my honey. I was excited to see him at his workplace and in those tight button downs I love taking off of him.

“Let’s roll bud. Bye Will!” I yelled.

That brother was also still here. I guess he and Natalie were really having some real problems.

A quick drive over to the 21st precinct and jay was confused as to why I was putting my car in park.

“You can’t honestly believe I wasn’t going to look around did you?” I laughed, running toward the front door before he could stop me.

“Charlotte!” He called out.

I beat him inside and waited for that slow poke to hurry up.

“Come on big brother, I wanna see where you work!” I whined.

“You’re a liar Charlotte.” He stated, rolling his eyes and leading the way towards some stairs.

“Halstead, no visitors before Voight’s had his coffee!” The desk sergeant hollered. Henry had told me stories of the infamous Trudy and I could see why she was so well loved.

“This is my sister! She’s just helping me get settled in.” He explained, continuing on her way.

“Good morning, Trudy!” I greeted before walking through the gated door before Jay could shut the door on me.

Luckily for me, Jay was the first one there besides sergeant Voight who I could see through the slates in his blinds.

“I’ll be back.” I smiled, winking at my brother before heading towards Henry’s door.

“You’re the worst!” He replied.

I knocked gently on the door before his gruff voiced answered to allow me to come in.

“Good morning, Sergeant.” I purred, seeing my handsome man sitting at his desk and looking all delicious and official.

“It is now. Good morning sweetheart.” He replied, getting up to pull me into a hug and gave me a kiss.

“Thought you might need a pick me up before having to deal with Detective Chuckles.” I smirked, handing him a bagel and a coffee.

“God I love you so much.” He groaned.

“Not as much as I love you. Especially in this shirt.” I whined, shamelessly running my hands up and down his torso, admiring the gun on his hip.

“You’re one to talk.” He mumbled, looking over my outfit.

I had meetings this morning so I was in a black pencil skirt, a white long sleeve blouse and my Louboutin’s.

“I’ve got grumpy business men to deal with.” I laughed, pulling him in for another hug.

“Have a good day today baby. Make sure Jay doesn’t get himself hurt again, okay?”

“I’ll try my best honey.” He smiled, giving me a final kiss and opening the door for me to leave his office.

Chuckles was at his desk stuffing his face with his bagel and trying to avoid eye contact with his boss.

“You gonna be okay?” I asked Jay, taking a sat on his desk.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I wanna grab burgers at lunch though.” He compromised.

“Deal.”

With a kiss to his head and a wink to Henry, I made my way back to my car and into some very boring meetings.

Thankfully, the morning went by quick and I had a quick call with my dad and then I was going to get Jay.

“Hi Dad.” I greeted as he popped up on my computer screen.

“Hi Darling! How’s Chicago treating my little girl?”

“Good. I’m really loving the atmosphere and working in this office. Miss you and mom though.”

“We miss you too honey. Word from uncle Ward is that you have a new boyfriend.” My dad laughed.

Uncle Ward was is dads business partner in Chicago and I may have mentioned Henry once or twice to him.

“I do. He’s incredible.” I smiled.

“That’s great to hear honey. I’ll need his full name for a background check please.”

“Not happening. He’s a cop though and he works with Jay so he’s no murderer.” I laughed.

“Speaking of your brothers, how are they?”

One thing I really love about my dad is that he never discouraged me from finding my brothers. He’s the one who encouraged me to find more information about them and convinced me to meet them.

“They’re good! Jay got hurt on the job a few weeks ago so he was staying with me for a bit. Will’s been staying over a lot too so we got to some bonding.” I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re happy hunny. Mom and I want to come by soon and meet them if that’s okay?”

“I’d love that!”

“Maybe we can meet Henry too?” He asked hopefully.

“Maybe dad. It’s a little early to be meeting the parents.”

“Tell me at least something about him.” He compromised.

He’s amazing. He treats me like a princess and he’s so sweet dad. I think you would like him.”

“Well, give me the chance to do that and meet him.” He smirked.

“Maybe dad.”

At noon I headed back to Jay’s precinct and dropped a cupcake off to Trudy in order to gain access to their office.

A blonde guy was walking out of their breakroom when I entered and must have been surprised to see someone in his way as he spilled coffee on my white long sleeve blouse.

“Fuck!” I swore, the hot coffee spilling down my chest.

“Fuck!” He swore back, snapping out of his shock for a second before trying to grab some napkins and dab my burning shirt.

“Don’t touch my boobs!” I snapped.

The commotion alerted everyone in the office to an incident and Jay and his partner came rushing over.

“The fuck happened!” Jay exclaimed.

I was desperately trying to get my blouse away from my person without pulling off my shirt in the middle of this hallway.

“She startled me man, I accidently spilled my coffee.” The blond guy explained.

“Jay it burns.” I whined.

He ushered me over to Henry’s office before I ripped off my blouse and threw it across the room.

“That looks bad.” Jay commented.

Henry barged in a few minutes later to see Jay trying to find some burn ointment while I had ice on my chest.

“What happened?” He asked, coming over to my side.

“Nothing.” I brushed off.

“Ruzek spilled coffee down her chest.”

“It was an accident.” I corrected.

“Your chest is red honey.” He assessed, removing the icepacks.

“My shirt is ruined.” I complained.

“Your skirt is too sweetheart.”

I looked to see that indeed, my skirt was ruined. This thing was expensive too.

“Aww man.” I whined.

Jay found some burn lotion and Henry helped me apply it while Jay thought of ways to murder Adam.

“I’m going to need some new clothes.” I groaned.

“Upton keeps some spares, I’m going to ask her if you can borrow some.” Jay replied, heading out the door.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Henry asked me, concern written all over his face.

“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, don’t worry.” I said with a small smile.

“Here, my CPD sweatshirt should stick to your chest too much.” He offered, handing me a hoodie off his coat rack.

“Upton had some jeans.” Jay said as he barged into the room.

“Thanks guys, not out while I change.” I shooed.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Henry mumbled.

“Seriously?” Jay huffed at him.

“Sorry.” Henry mumbled.

After I was changed and fairly presentable, I exited Henry’s office to find the crew sitting on top some desks, deep in discussion about who knows gods what.

“I am so sorry.” The blonde exclaimed, standing from his desk to approach me.

“It’s fine, nothing some ice and ointment won’t fix.” I said with a small smile.

Henry stood up in a huff, walking towards me.

“You’re on paperwork and streets for the rest of the month.” He growled.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt Sergeant Voight.” I smiled as he approached me.

“You’re welcome Charlotte. Call me Hank.” He teased.

“I prefer Henry.” I whispered before walking around him and over to Jay.

“Thank you Hailey for the jeans, I really appreciate it.” I smiled.

“No problem, they fit you perfectly.” She smiled.

I made some small talk with them all before it was time to leave and take Jay to the dealership.

“Bye Sergeant Voight. Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe sweetheart.” He winked.

Across the office, Ruzek and Atwater start at the interaction in shock and awe.

“Dude, is Sarge flirting with your sister?” They asked Jay.

“Shut up.”

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Hello everyone, hope everyone is doing well! Thank you for reading, it absolutely means the world to me. No disrespect to the veterans, this story is based on actor portrayal only! Hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

Chapter 4

I wake up and find myself back on the beach, my favorite beach back in the Hamptons. Our grandfather would bring us here every time in our summer home while our parents went on vacation back in Europe.

Walking on the white sand, I found a blanket laid out there already, but no one was there. Being me, I look around and take a seat on it, watching the beautiful blue waves crashing into the shore. It’s so peaceful here, so quiet. No war, no exploding trees, it was just me, the beach and the beautiful ocean breeze.

My solace is interrupted by a bark, and I look to my left, seeing none other than my dog, Maggie Mae running towards me, toppling me over and licking my face. Wait where I am I? Maggie Mae died of old age.

“There she is!” I hear a voice and see none other than my brother Tony, sitting right next to me.

I sit right up and embrace him right in my arms. “What are you doing here Tony?” I had tears in my eyes and look at him to see if he had any injuries, any cuts. “You are okay, Tony, you are not hurt.”

“I am not actually, I am home finally, one of my favorite places in the world,” he smiled and looked at me. “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly and laid down on the towel. “But I don’t want to leave, war has me tired.” I whine softly and Tony looks at me.

“Always the whiner Charlotte. It's not your time yet sweetheart, you’ll break his heart if you do stay here with us,” he said softly. “There are people who love you that are waiting for you to go back.”

I sit back up and smile at him. “You were the only one that loved me. Mom and dad don’t even love me.”

“Who said I was talking about mom and dad,” he said softly. “Go Charlie, I will see you when the time comes. In the meantime, I don’t want to see you back here.”

He grabbed my hand and helps me up. Tony pulls me into a gentle hug and points to the water.

“Go Charlie go!!!”

I run towards the water and never look back…

Suddenly, my eyes open and I start gasping for air. I can see two pairs of eyes staring at me, staring in disbelief. “Where am I?” I tried to move around, trying to grasp what was going on but I feel my body in so much pain and lightheaded.

“Is Harry, okay? How about Dick? Lewis? Oh god, Lewis!”

I tried to get up, but Eugene holds me still and tries to calm me down. “Spina go get the two captains now!” Spina scurries like a roadrunner while I am here, trying to get up but Doc does not let me. My chest heaves up and down, I cover my face full of tears and even pull my hair.

“God, I hope they are okay, goddamn it! I should have never turned on that fire.”

A sob escapes my lips and I start to rock myself back and forth. “God please let them be okay, please let them be okay.”

“They are fine lieutenant, Lieutenant Welsh was the only one injured, but he will be fine,” he said softly and held me gently in his arms. “Now I really need you to calm down and let me check your injuries.”

I nodded but my tears kept flowing down my cheeks. “And how about Luz, is he okay as well?”

“I think so dear, now please lay back and let me check on you,” he repeated, and I laid back on the bed.

God why did I just break down? Goddamn it.

“Charlie?! Charlie?!”

My face turns to look over the opening as I hear his voice. “Lewis?! I am here. I am in here!”

When I saw him appear at the door, I pushed Doc out of the way, walking straight into his arms and I start sobbing. “God I am sorry Lewis; I am sorry. I shouldn’t have light that fire; I was cold, and I couldn’t take it anymore…”

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he soothed and held me gently in his arms, kissing my forehead. “It is all good. Now let them check those injuries, okay?” I nodded and he gently scooped me up in his arms, laying me gently on the bed.

They checked my injuries, and I had a couple of burns, a piece of shrapnel stuck to my hip and a cut on my head. I held Lewis’ hand as they gently pull out the piece of shrapnel from my hip.

“Ow, what the fuck? Can you be gentler Doc?”

“Charlie be nice to the Doc please?” Lewis asked.

“Okay, sorry Doc. I am just being a big baby,” I groaned and saw the big piece that he took out of my hip.

“Lucky for you lieutenant, it did not hit any major organs, so you are fine. You are going to be out for a couple of weeks though due to those burns,” he said, and I sighed in frustration.

God, I hate fucking being stuck in hospitals. I remember when I was five years old, they had me in isolation because I had gotten diphtheria. I didn’t get to see my family for a month and the only person that would come for an update was my grandfather and Tony. My parents did not give a shit about me to even come and try to see me. All they did was give the hospital money to get me better and when I did, the first thing they did is send me off to Europe with my au pair.

Lewis sensed that I was upset and told Doc to leave us alone to talk. Once he left, I let my tears drop on my lap and Lewis gently started wiping them away with his thumb. “Tell me. What is going on Charlie?”

“I just hate being stuck here in the hospital,” I cried. “It reminds me of the time when I was five years old. I gotten diphtheria and they isolated me in the hospital, away from others. I had no one to talk to, except the nurses who came to check on me. The only people that would come to check on my status was my grandfather and Tony. My parents wouldn’t even bring me my favorite toy, my favorite book to read, they left me alone.”

God, I hate being so fucking vulnerable. “God I am so sorry for being such a baby.”

Lewis gently cupped my face with one hand, smiling softly at me. “Don’t be sorry beautiful. It is one of the things I enjoy about you, my big baby.” He manages to get a smile on my face, and I smack him playfully. “You will never be alone; you will always have me by your side. Stay for a couple of days, rest up. I promise you that I will personally bust you out of this hospital.”

“You promise?”

He leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips. “I promise.”

January 2nd, 1945

As promised, Lewis managed to help me bust out of the hospital to go back to the line. However, it was with the promise that I do not overwork myself and report to him when I can at battalion CP. Although I do not miss the exploding trees and the harsh winter, I do miss the fresh air and my friends.

“Look who is back!!!!”

I turn around and Luz did not even give me a chance to react when he picked me up in his arms and spun me around. However, that did not sit well with Lewis.

“Luz, be careful,” he scolded as he grabbed my stuff. “She is still recovering, take it easy.”

He slammed the Jeep door, and he heads back to battalion CP while George sets me down and gives me a hug. “Nice to have you back Charlie, I was starting to miss ya and it was getting boring without you. So, is it true?”

“What is true?”

He smiled sadly and cupped my face gently. “That you died and came back.”

Lewis confirmed with me that my heart had stopped beating for a couple of minutes. All I can remember is being at my favorite beach in the Hamptons and seeing my brother, my beautiful dog Maggie Mae, and him telling me that he would be heartbroken if I stayed.

Other than that, I do not remember much.

“Don’t worry about it Luz,” I said softly and cupped his face. “Now I am here and that is all that matters. I hope you still thought about our discussion the other day.”

“That Cary Grant is still better than Humphrey Bogart? Yeah no, Humphrey is still the best one.”

“I said Cary Grant will always be the best!”

Our discussion ran throughout the night. And no exploding trees interrupted us.

*****

The following day, I was sitting at battalion CP, reading Anna Karenina after a morning walk and check on the soldiers. Everyone was happy to see me back, asking me if the stories about me dying and coming back were true. Although I was not comfortable about them asking that, I am glad that I was able to see them again.

Hopefully, the ones I talked to, stay alive.

“Oh, Lieutenant Anderson, nice to see you back.” A monotone voice distracts me and I look up to see none other than Dike coming back to battalion CP like he always does.

“Its good to be back sir.”

I know he wasn’t glad to see me back, I was always a nuisance ever since we have met. He has even thrown jabs at me as to why women do not belong in the military. He was just as bad as bad as Sobel.

“You should have stayed in the hospital, better yet, pulled you off the line. You are too injured to be here with us. And you become a liability to the company. Hell, women in general can become a distraction when it comes to matters of men.”

Here we go.

I slowly close my book and stand up face to face with him. Like if that’s going to do me any good but he pushed me to my limit.

“Lieutenant Anderson may I speak with you for a moment.”

Goddamn Lewis, always with the right timing.

“Lieutenant, I need to speak with you now.”

Dike just smiled and walked away from me. Then Lewis came and pulled me to the side. “Ow what the fuck Lewis that hurt!”

“I am sorry,” he said softly and waited for Dike to leave so he can continue to talk to me. God it was fucking freezing I swear to God. I am going to hate winter forever. “But Charlie, you cannot be going up to his face. With a snap of a finger, he can have you thrown out. Is that what you want?”

I pout and stomp my foot in the snow. “No, I don’t want that, what I want is people to respect me, Lewis. I worked hard if not twice as hard to get where I need to get. Fuck I graduated early with the highest praise. I graduated top of my class in OCS, what more do these assholes want?” I shake my head and I feel the tears at brim of my eye. “If I wanted to get degraded as such, I would just go home and have my father and mother beat it out of me.”

He looks down at me and gently tips my chin up so I can look at him.

“That’s why I need you here my smart girl,” he began. He looked like he wanted to say something else but all he responded with was a smile, his boyish smile that makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. “Now go back to CP, I will make you some coffee.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I continued reading my book to Lewis as he prepared me some coffee. Dick came back and we all sat there, chattering teeth and all but having a good talk.

Then minutes later, Lip came with us with the bad news that Hoobler was dead. He accidentally shot himself with the Luger he carried in his pants. It hit the main artery and there wasn’t much one can do.

“Cut that main artery, that’s that’s it.”

I look at Lewis and he was at a loss for words. I was at a loss for words also, poor Hoob, all eager for his Luger. I even told him that if he couldn’t get one here, after the war, I would have given him one of my grandfather’s Lugers.

It all seemed so pointless now.

Lip was about to excuse himself when Dick stopped him. “Where is Dike?”

I roll my eyes and look at my lap.

Of course fucking Foxhole Norman was nowhere in sight. Always walking around, not making decisions at all. What the fuck did regiment see in him?

Once Lip left, Dick stared at Lewis, stared at me. “Don’t look at me Dick. I would have made sure for him to be careful shooting those things. Knocked me down when I first shot it at three years old.”

“You shot a gun at three years old?” Dick asked.

I nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, that at three years old and a rifle at five years old. Point being this shit shouldn’t have happened.” I was trembling from the cold. “Sorry for my colorful language. I am freezing and that person pissed me off.”

Lewis rubbed my back, and I took a sip of what was left of my coffee.

God I really hope that after this, they pull us off the damn line. And hopefully that this war will finally be over with all of us being unscathed.

But like always, I have a feeling it won’t be that way.

“More coffee?”

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