#i was like “surely i only love 5 things and this game should be answered in a single ask!”

[panzershrike-pretz]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

HI! I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD ANSWER MORE THAN ONE OF THESE AKKAKAKQKQ I tagged you here but my shrimp brain only discovered later that i could in fact answer separately :3 (in my defense I had just woken up and my soul didn't load on my body yet)

Thanks for sending me this! Love youuuuu

1. Band of Brothers!! For obvious reasons 👀 fucking hell of a show i'll tell you what, you should watch it :3 it's fandom is super adorable

2. Rain! I love rain (mostly lught rain anyway xD). I miss playing around in the rain, is just a ✨️vibe✨️

3. Traveling! Car? Bus? Plane? Idk and idc, I love traveling. I usually sit there daydreaming to music, having a hell of a time and forgetting the world around me

4. Watching memesssss- i spend too much time doing it tbh JAKAKQKQ when i'm not watching, i'm either looking at them or making memes- hell yeah that's humanity's greatest invention

5. Baking cake! Do I know how to make anything other than chocolate cake? No. Do I do it very often? No. But baking is very cool! And the prize at the end being the food is even better!

#pretz ask #🥨🪶 #god i'm so fucking dumb #i was like “surely i only love 5 things and this game should be answered in a single ask!” #ohhhhhh throw a bricj at my head and make me normal xD #sorry for being dumb :3 it'll happen again

[solarmorrigan]

Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The days pass like cold mud – slow, uncomfortable, and relentless.

But they do pass.

Eddie had said he could give Steve the time he needed, and he’d meant it; he would wait out the two weeks and be there on the other side to talk to him. To hope for a second chance.

They see each other here and there, mostly in passing: Steve comes to pick a few of the kids up from a gaming session; Eddie stops in at Family Video with Jeff, Gareth, and Oliver to grab a movie (where Jeff and Steve exchange a surprisingly friendly greeting); they occupy separate sides of the room at a group dinner.

Each time, Eddie is sure to at least acknowledge and wave at Steve, in spite of any protective hovering and scowling Robin might be doing if she happens to be present. Steve gives cautious nods in return at first, but as they near the deadline, he’s returning Eddie’s distant greetings with a hesitant smile and that ridiculous little finger-wiggle wave that Eddie had been reluctantly charmed by in the beginning.

And in the meantime, Eddie plots.

He is not, by nature, an optimist (strangely, between the two of them, that’s Steve’s area), but in this instance, he plans for the best: the idea that Steve will say yes and let Eddie take him on a proper date. And as improvisational as Eddie likes to be, he’s also a veteran dungeon master and plotter of all sorts of campaigns; if you want long-term plans to go off without a hitch, it pays to be prepared.

So, he plots.

He brainstorms and makes lists of all of Steve’s favorite things and schemes out elaborate romantic gestures and draws on all the knowledge he’s retained from the romcoms he’d whined about having to watch with Steve but had always given in over when Steve gave him that puppy-eyed look that Eddie has no defense against.

(And somehow, he’d continued to think they were just friends. His lack of awareness should be studied as a scientific anomaly.)

He thinks Steve would be proud of his accumulated work (and Eddie himself isn’t ashamed of it, but all the same, he makes sure to hide the notebook where none of the guys will ever, ever stumble across it, because they would never, ever let Eddie live it down).

In any case, the ticking down of two weeks finally comes to an end, and Eddie stands in front of the phone earlier than he’d normally care to be awake, hoping that his work will pay off.

Steve picks up before the fourth ring, just like he always does, and answers the phone like a dork, just like he always does.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

This is where Eddie normally makes a joke – says he’d been trying for the funeral home and asks if Steve happens to have a shovel and some time on his hands; says he thought he’d had the number for the Hawkins Gentleman’s Club and asks if Steve is much of a dancer; once, he’d even affected a terrible New York accent and spun some lines about how he’d been trying to call a speakeasy. He can always hear the laughter caught behind Steve’s dry responses to his nonsense, and he always loves it.

But now is not “normally,” and Eddie only just manages to sound like himself as he replies, “Steve. Just the Harrington I was hoping would speak.”

“Eddie,” is all Steve says for a moment; he sounds almost surprised, but not displeased. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “So, I know punctuality has never been my strong suit, but it’s, uh. It’s been two weeks. Pretty much on the dot. And you said I should come talk to you again, so…”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, no, did you – You can come over. If you want to talk, still,” Steve says – stammers, really, like he’s been caught off-guard, like he really hadn’t been expecting Eddie to call.

“Well, if I didn’t change my mind in two weeks, I’m not gonna change my mind in the fifteen minutes it takes to get to your house,” Eddie says.

“Sure,” Steve says, a little steadier now. “Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

“You definitely will,” Eddie assures him. “See you in a bit, Steve.”

“Yeah. Yes. Bye, Eddie.”

It’s awkward, but – it’s something.

The only reason Eddie doesn’t break an egregious number of traffic laws on his way to Steve’s house is because he simply couldn’t bear the irony of getting arrested now, of all times. With his luck, he’d get sent up the river and Steve would be left waiting and waiting at his house before coming to the conclusion that Eddie had never really cared about him after all, only to be found surprised and jaded several years later when Eddie is finally released from prison and makes his first stop the Harrington house and – Christ, Eddie’s had romance on the brain too long. He’s going to have to binge reread Lord of the Rings or something to get his head back on straight.

He pulls his head out of the clouds and his van into the Harrington’s ridiculously massive driveway and heads up to the door with a vibrating surplus of energy sustained entirely by nerves and determination.

It seems like he’s not the only one running on anxiety power, though, based on how quickly the door opens after Eddie rings the bell.

It’s the first time Eddie’s really seen Steve up close since the trailer two weeks ago. He looks– better. He’s still tired, Eddie can tell; he’s got that slightly droopy look around his eyes and an almost painful set to his jaw that’s nearly impossible to spot if you don’t know what to look for – and most people don’t (but Eddie’s spent a lot of time learning Steve, even if he hadn’t picked up all the right tells). But he still looks better, and Eddie finds himself relieved.

“Hey, there,” he says, giving Steve a nod. “Just happened to be in the neighborhood, y’know. Thought I’d drop by.”

Steve shakes his head, a tiny smile quirking up at one corner of his mouth. “Come in, jackass.”

“Fine way to treat your guests,” Eddie drawls in return, gratified when Steve’s smile grows just a tiny bit more.

He takes off his shoes at the entryway (Steve hardly ever asks anyone to take off their shoes, because worrying about the state of your floors isn’t cool, but it bothers him all the same, and so Eddie takes them off) and follows Steve through to the living room, where they both perch awkwardly on the couch and sit in an equally awkward silence for about thirty seconds.

“So… you said I should come talk to you,” Eddie says finally.

“I did, yeah.” Steve nods.

“You said to tell you if this was still something I wanted,” Eddie goes on.

“I did, yeah,” Steve says again. “And… you’re here.”

“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind, Steve.” Eddie’s hand twitches, almost instinctively reaching out for a spot on Steve’s knee, or around his wrist, or threaded through his fingers, but he doesn’t think he can take Steve freezing up or pulling away again. “This – you, us – I still want it. I want to do it right. If you’ll give me the chance, I want to treat you how you should be treated.”

Steve nods. “Okay.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay? As in – just, yeah, okay?” He knows he’s not making much sense, but he’d been sort of prepared to have to make his case – to extol the virtues of the perfect dates he had planned, to sing the praises of all the things he knows now that he should appreciate about Steve, to lament the loss of trust and ease between them, but instead Steve is just sitting there, watching him with a funny sort of smile on his face.

“I was… I was never going to say no, Eddie.” Steve shrugs. “I just really needed you to think about it. To make sure this—a real relationship with… with me—is really what you wanted. Because if it’s not, if you took it back again, I don’t think I’d– I just really needed you to be sure.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and serious, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. A real relationship with you is exactly what I want.”

Steve’s smile twitches, changes into something a little more familiar, a little warmer. “Okay.”

“You’re never gonna regret it, sweetheart,” Eddie says, can’t help bouncing a little in his seat as his nerves turn to excitement, to elation. “I have the corniest, most romantic dates planned, I swear, I’m going to knock your socks off. We’ll unlock your inner Molly Ringwald.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve shakes his head at Eddie. “You really don’t have to do all that. I’m not– putting you through a trial, or whatever, we can just go back to what we were doing, right? Just with… I dunno, more awareness.”

“Noooo, no.” Eddie shakes his head right back. “You said you didn’t want to pretend nothing ever happened, and you shouldn’t have to. I want to do this, Steve. Let me take you on a real date.”

Something unreadable flashes across Steve’s face, and suddenly his smile is wrong again. Sort of plastic – like he’s trying, but it’s not quite reaching his eyes. But before Eddie can ask what’s wrong, Steve is shrugging.

“If you insist…”

“I most certainly do,” Eddie says firmly. “I’m gonna romance the shit out of you.”

At that, Steve releases a helpless snort of laughter, and the plastic smile is gone, blown away by a real one.

“You’re making a super good argument for it,” Steve says, and Eddie grins.

“Aren’t I?” He bats his eyelashes. “So tell me: you free on Friday night?”

“I’m working, actually. Someone has to dole out dumb romances to other people out on dates,” Steve says drily, as if he himself hasn’t seen most of the films he’s maligning.

Eddie hums. “Saturday?”

“I could probably get someone to cover my shift,” Steve hedges, teasing and flirty and everything Eddie’s missed in the last few weeks.

“So you’ll be free?” Eddie asks.

“As a bird – as long as that bird isn’t a robin, considering who’s going to have to cover for me,” Steve says, and Eddie pulls a grimace.

“Yeah, maybe don’t tell her why you need the shift covered. I get the feeling she wouldn’t be as agreeable if she knew I was involved,” he says.

“I don’t think Robin’s ever been agreeable in her life, and she’d probably resent the accusation.” Steve smirks. “But as long as she doesn’t think I’m sneaking away to see you, and if I take the Monday morning shift she really hates, I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Let’s plan for Saturday?”

“Saturday it is!” Eddie pops up off the couch, both unwilling to sour the mood by overstaying his welcome, and suddenly overflowing with the need to set preparations in motion. “Six o’clock, sharp! I’ll pick you up.”

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” Steve asks, one eyebrow cocked.

“Absolutely not. The surprise is part of the experience,” Eddie says.

“Dress code, at least?” Steve wheedles, and Eddie supposes that’s fair.

“Casual. And bring a jacket,” Eddie says.

Both of Steve’s brows go up now, as he rises from the couch to follow Eddie back out towards the door. “Telling someone to bring outerwear to a date is usually a red flag, man,” he says, watching as Eddie shoves his shoes back on.

“But you love being outside,” Eddie counters, glancing up at Steve with a grin.

“I,” Steve pauses, blinking at him. “I guess.”

“And no more hints,” Eddie says, rising from the floor and reaching for the door handle. “I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice warming around a small, pleased smile, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Can’t wait.” Eddie throws one last grin at him before stepping out into the brisk, late fall air.

He doesn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Part 7

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[salford-blues]

Flowers follow

A/n: Think I might have to switch some things up. I only write smau's. Do you guys reckon I should write actual stories? I've never done it before, but I can certainly try. Pairing: F1 mystery driver x driver!reader Summary: Reader continues to soft launch her mystery man... through flowers?? (basic ass summary cause I'm bobbins at them) Warnings: like one swear word

@yourusername posted on their story

caption: I love you a lily more every day

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liamlawson30 disgusting caption. You should be ashamed of yourself

alex_albon I know who it isssss

> yourusername who snitched?

>> alex_albon my lips are sealed

>>> yourusername count your days Albon

user.1 tell us your mystery man... please im begging

landonorris WHO IS YOUR MANNNN?? Why won't you tell me? Are we not besties?

> yourusername because you can't keep secrets to save your life

@yourusername

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''April showers may bring May flowers, but you bring me flowers year-round''

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liamlawson30 whats with the corny captions lately

> yourusername you love them bc you love me

>> liamlawson30 no, I tolerate you

>> yourusername meanie :((

User.2 is mystery man Liam??

> User.3 I don't think so. They're just friends. Plus I don't think Liam rides a motorbike

User.4 Look at our girlie goooo!!

User.5 Lord... it's me again 🙏

@f1driverupdates

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Rumour has it that our golden girl is now off the market. But the question remains... who has taken her? Still in her soft launch era, @yourusername has not shared that much information about her partner.

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user.6 can't believe someones stole my girl

user.7 We can see you Mick... 👀

user.8 Is Mick our mystery man? I men it checks out... tall and rides a motorcycle. Also seems like a person that is very caring to her and her pets

> user.9 omg imagine little Angie added to that madhouse!! So cutteee 🥰

@yourusername

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In the garden of love, you are my favourite sunflower!! 🌻

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User.8 Love how he gave you crocheted ones so that they last forever

> yourusername he's so sweet!! Especially since they're my favourite flower as well

User.9 Just tell us already... I'm done waiting

liamlawson30 cool story bro, didn't ask

> yourusername rude. I'll make sure to beat your arse in monopoly next games night

>> liamlawson30 😔 noted

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Guess what I said??

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alex_albon what is this? when was this? Message me back Y/n

liamlawson30 Pick up the phone Y/n!!! I need answers

user.10 noooooooo... we've lost her

user.11 you said no, right?? pls don't join the dark side 🥲

oscarpiastri I hope that's fake

> yourusername maybe it is, maybe it isn't... but hey i still said yessss

>> logansargeant yeah well me and Oscar are gonna have a little word with him when we see him next

>>> liamlawson30 me three

>>>> danielricciardo me four

>>>>> yourusername oh leave him be. You all know he's nice and takes care of me.

landonorris ????

User.12 ignore the last slide... look at the kitty 🐈 😻

> yourusername main character moment for him. He's the only one that likes the rides 🫶

#f1 fanfic #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine

[sapphire-writes]

Ch. 5: Safe (finale)

main masterlist || series masterlist || previous chapter

summary: The culmination of the haunting of Harrenhal. Secrets are revealed.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: ANGST, grief, possession, mentions and descriptions of death, suffocation, claustrophobia, car accident resulting in death, home invasion, ghosts, spooky things, fighting, blood, spiders

note: some things are revealed, and some are left for you to rattle around with and ponder! Happy Halloween my loves! 🎃 👻

banner made by the fantastic @ewanmitchellcrumbs, ilysm ange! thank you again for making this for me, I've appreciated it so much!

The drive home is filled with comfortable silence. The rain has changed from a torrential downpour to a light drizzle; steam rising off the blacktop curling toward the sky like smoke. The back of the car is full of shopping bags. It was hard to choose only one doll, and Aemond was insistent that Jaehaera should have one of her choosing; thus resulting in the purchase of one of each. 

It was past suppertime by the time you’d returned to the grounds, the sky turning a pale purple as the sun sank over the horizon. 

The house was quiet as you entered. Aemond hurried himself upstairs to check on Helaena and you made yourself busy in the kitchen. You found some leftovers and plated them before putting on the kettle. 

You turn at the sound of footsteps. Aemond’s eye is wide, and he nods as you acknowledge him. 

“Everything alright?” you ask, and he nods again more forcefully.

“Yes, she’s just with Maelor now in her room,” he tells you, “Jaehaera is in the nursery. Everything’s…alright.” He says it like he can’t believe it’s true.

“Sit,” you tell him, “You should eat.”

Aemond does as he’s told, sitting in a chair and rubbing his face. 

“I’m so relieved,” he admits, “I didn’t…I was a bit unsure…” Aemond sighs then, leaning back in his chair, “Well she hasn’t been keen to interact with him since….”

“Since Jaehaerys,” you finish his sentence for him.

“Yes,” he agrees, “Since Jaehaerys.”

How much do you push? You’re not even sure what this means now that you and Aemond have slept together. How much should you know? You place a plate in front of him, before sitting down at the table as well.

How much do you want to know?

“What happened to him?” you ask, nervous to broach the subject.

You’d read a bit online about what had happened, but there were little details made public. About anything to be honest. The Targaryens were quite secretive. 

“Helaena….” Aemond begins, “It was terrible. A home invasion. It happened right in front of her…” Aemond sighs, “I just want her to be safe. I’ve never been more scared than on that night. I thought I’d lost them all.”

Aemond rubs a hand over his face, closing his eyes.

“He thought he was hiding,” Aemond says softly, “Like a game. Helaena told him to go hide and he did. But…” Aemond swallows before continuing, “No one could find him. Long after the police had been there. Not until.”

Nausea rolls through you, discomfort sitting like a weight in your stomach. 

“Where was he?”

“He’d gotten into the attic somehow, locked himself in a chest,” Aemond says, wiping a tear escaping his eye, “The coroner said he’d most likely fallen asleep. That the lack of oxygen wasn’t…it wasn’t a painful way to go.”

You can’t help the small, pained gasp that leaves you and you rush to cover your mouth with your hand, tears welling in your eyes. Just picturing little Jaehaera, you can’t even imagine something like that happening to her. 

“And it was so soon after Alys,” he admits, “I wasn’t..I wasn’t myself. I don’t think I could have survived it. If Helaena…”

“Alys….she was pregnant, wasn’t she?” you ask, speaking very slowly.

Aemond gives you a curt nod, fingers tapping the table.

“She was,” he admits, “We weren’t….it wasn’t planned. But we were happy.”

You listen to him talk, focusing on the movement of his mouth. 

“Car accident,” he murmurs, answering your unspoken question.

You nod slightly as he raises his eyes to see your reaction. There is no need to press any further on the subject of Alys. You can tell he still cares for her, that the wound has not healed. 

“When I brought the children here…the first time…the girl before you, Floris,” he begins, and you nod for him to continue, “That’s when Alys first showed herself. I thought if she had Jaehaera to look after, she’d be content.”

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Moments of confusion begin to click in your mind, the realization chilling. 

“She was, for a while,” Aemond tells you, deeply sighing, “I didn’t realize she’d…take over Floris until she tried...well,” He pauses a moment, wetting his lips before glancing up at you, “I’m sure you can imagine what happened.”

“Oh,” you answer, cheeks warming, “And did you..”

“No!" he answers quickly, "Seven hells I was embarrassed,” Aemond says, his own cheeks turning pink, “I had no feelings for her, nor her any for me. The poor girl was humiliated when she realized what Alys had tried to make her do. Left the following morning with little more than a resignation note scribbled on a napkin.”

“What does she want?” you ask, referring to his dead wife.

“I just think…” Aemond trails off, his eyes lost in thought, “I think she’s lonely. I think most of the spirits trapped here are.”

“And yet you mean to sell.”

“What would you have me do?” Aemond asks, resting his hand over his mouth, his elbow against the table.

You hold his gaze, unsure of how to answer. 

Lights shine into the kitchen, along with the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires. Someone pulled in the driveway.

“Someone’s here,” Aemond murmurs, standing.

He goes to the front door and you stay behind, cleaning up the plates. 

Voices soon grow louder as you clear the table. Not quite yelling, but raising in volume. You’re able to catch just pieces of the conversation; Aemond and someone else.

“She’s owed it,” Daemon’s voice makes your blood run cold, “More than you.”

“Alys was my wife,” Aemond argues, “This is what she wanted. I’m respecting her wishes.”

“It’s rather convenient that all those documents were lost,” Daemon continues, “Harwin wanted this place to go to Rhaenyra. To the boys.”

“Then he should have made the arrangements before…”

“Yes,” Daemon says slowly, “I suppose he should have. However, it is rather curious. He returns to Harrenhal House to get his will squared away and then…” Daemon trails off.

“What are you implying?” Aemond asks cooly.

“I’m only being curious,” Daemon insists, a playful edge to his voice, “Though I’m sure you’ll get a pretty penny for this old place. Ghosts and all.”

Aemond doesn’t answer, and you hear Daemon bark out a sharp laugh.

“Come now, lēkianna (nephew), have a sense of humor.”

“I want you gone,” Aemond quips.

“Yes, well, we all want things, don’t we?” Daemon asks, the smile evident in his tone. 

You take another step and a floorboard creaks causing you to wince. 

“Ah. That’ll be your little friend,” Daemon muses, missing nothing, “But before I take my leave, Rhaenyra asked about Helaena.”

“She’s fine,” Aemond snaps, “I’m taking care of her.”

You back up into the kitchen at the sound of footsteps. Daemon appears not a moment later, a half smile on his face. He’s dressed in a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Aemond stands behind him in the doorway, watching closely. 

“Kettle on?” Daemon asks you, violet eyes narrowed. You give him a curt nod. “Be a dear, won’t you?”

You glance at Aemond, meeting his eyes. He looks exhausted but tilts his chin giving you the silent go-ahead. Turning from Daemon you grab a mug and prepare him a cup of tea. Daemon walks around the kitchen as you do so; you can feel his presence behind you. Aemond remains in the doorway his hands curled into anxious fists at his side. You try not to let your hands tremble as you offer the cup to Daemon, turning away from the counter. 

He takes it, offering a small smile in return as he sips from the steaming cup. 

“She’d be better off with Rhaenyra,” Daemon says, not ready to end the previous conversation, “Not like your crowd could keep anyone safe-”

Aemond lurches forward, smashing Daemon’s cup from his hand and sending it to the floor. It shatters and pieces of the mug explode against the kitchen floor. Daemon merely smiles, as though the display was nothing more than a child’s tantrum. 

“Do you deny it?” Daemon taunts, “Be angry all you want; I only speak the truth.”

“Out,” Aemond hisses.

Daemon smiles crookedly, fire in his violet eyes. They stare at each other, neither refusing to back down first. They’re quite similar, you’ve noticed. Perhaps they once got along.

“The deed to the house,” Daemon tells him, “Then I’ll go.”

“You’ll go now,” Aemond says, grabbing Daemon by the shirt, and dragging him towards the door. 

“Aemond!” you yell, as they push through the front door. 

Daemon laughs as he pushes him, holding his hands out in feigned surrender. You’re almost sure Daemon could stop him if he truly wanted to; the older man is built with more muscle, less lithe and lean than Aemond is. You follow close behind as they make it out the door and down the front steps.

“Stop it!”

The two men continue fighting; they tumble down into the front yard, the rain-soaked grass causing them to lose their footing. The air is misty, the rain falling gently, steadily. 

It’s a blur of fists and silver hair, Daemon’s fist connects with the side of Aemond’s head and red explodes into the air like drops of rain. His ring has cut Aemond’s temple, blood trickling down the side of his face, a brilliant scarlet against porcelain flesh. 

“Stop it!” you yell, but the men ignore you continuing their fighting.

Aemond grapples with Daemon, spitting at him as he manages to wriggle out of his grip. You watch as Aemond gets the upper hand, his fist connecting with Daemon’s face. There’s blood on his hands, blood on his rain-soaked shirt and he keeps punching him again, again, again.

“Aemond!” you yell, your voice raw.

His eyes snap up, looking at you standing in the rain watching him. Daemon laughs below him, a slow giggle that grows in volume. 

Aemond rises off the ground, running a hand over his slicked hair and walking toward you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry---” You wrap your arms around him, holding his lean form against you, hand pressed to the back of his head. 

“It’s alright,” you tell him, “It’s alright.”

You stand there holding him as Daemon sits up, spitting a wad of blood and saliva into the ground as he stands. Rain soaks through your clothes, Aemond’s head heavy against your shoulder. 

“This isn’t over,” Daemon says begrudgingly, walking over to his car, “If you won’t sign it over, she’ll put in an offer herself. And Helaena….” Daemon clicks his tongue, “Give her my regards.”

Daemon runs a hand over his hair, opening the door to his car before starting the engine. The tires crunch against the gravel as he speeds off.

“You’re freezing,” Aemond says. You’d hardly noticed you’d started shivering, your teeth rattling against each other. Aemond’s body pressed against yours, the only warmth you feel. Aemond takes your hands in his, squeezing gently. “Go upstairs, make sure Helaena is still alright?”

You force a nod, unable to stop your shaking. Your eyes are locked on his face, at the drying blood on the right side. Raindrops gather around the congealing blood, pink tears rolling down his cheek and onto his neck.

“I’ll get cleaned up,” he says softly, “Let’s go inside.”

You head up the stairs, hurrying to Helaena’s room as Aemond returns to the kitchen. You give the door a gentle knock before opening without a response from within. Perhaps she’s sleeping.

The room is dark, moonlight streaming in through the windows. 

“Helaena!” you call, stepping forward but stopping yourself.

She stands on her balcony, her silver hair blowing softly behind her. The rain sprinkles into the room, pearly dew drops gathering on the hardwood floor like glass marbles. The gate of the railing is thrown wide open so that if she took a step forward she would plummet to the ground below. Your heart hammers in your chest, adrenaline warming you even though you’re soaked to the bone. 

“Shhh,” Helaena murmurs, pointing to the bassinet that balances on the railing. Maelor is sound asleep within it. A breeze rolls through and you shiver.

“Helaena,” you say more softly, struggling to keep your voice even.

“He’s sleeping,” she says, staring at Maelor, “Isn’t he lovely?”

You take a cautious step forward, your shoes squelching as you do so. 

“It’s cold, Hel,” you say, struggling to keep your voice light and even, “Why don’t you come inside?”

She ignores you, still gazing at her sleeping son. 

“He looks so much like him,” she muses, brushing some soft hair, “He sleeps better. Jaehaerys never slept this easy as a baby.” She smiles softly, the back of her fingers almost stroking his cheek, “So soft. Perfect. A little angel, don’t you think?”

You nod, unable to speak, your throat tight with fear. Helaena hums happily and Maelor softly coos in his sleep, his fists raised above his head. 

“He should stay like this,” Helaena murmurs, “Just safe, happy. He doesn't have a care in the world.” Her fingers dance along his face, not quite touching him, “There’s so much pain ahead of him. So much hurt. Scraped knees, broken bones. Loss. Heartbreak.” She laughs quietly, still swaying in the wind. “I can fix that.”

Fear stabs through you like a knife between your ribs. “Hel..”

“I can,” she says, eyes meeting yours, “Right now. Spare him any of that. Isn’t that what a mother should do? Protect her baby from harm?”

You swallow.

“I don’t want him to hurt,” she says, tears streaming down her face, “That’s all.”

“I know,” you tell her, “And you can try, and you can love him and hold him, and teach him, but…you can’t control the world.”

“But I can control this,” she insists, “Right now. I can choose.”

“Helaena,” you beg, “You don’t want this, not really. You want your baby to live. You want Maelor to have a life.”

Her lip wobbles, and tears spill down her cheeks soaking the fabric of her nightgown.

“But ... .but…I don’t wish this pain. Why?” she asks, looking at you suddenly, “Why can’t it stop?”

“That’s the price we pay,” you tell her, “That’s the deal you make with the world.”

“Rotten luck,” she says, laughing bitterly, “This family is cursed. We brought him into the world with a sword hanging above his head. It’s only a matter of time before…” Helaena winces, pressing her palm against her head, “My head….” she says, voice breaking softly, “It always hurts.”

“Maybe he’ll break it,” you insist, “Generational curses don’t have to go on forever. The cycle can end.”

“I suppose,” Helaena muses, giving you a wry smile, “You have lots of hope.”

“I don’t--”

“It’s good,” she interrupts, “Aemond does too. You’re good for him. He has eyes…though I don’t think he can see.” She turns and steps inside.

You take a hesitant step forward reaching to take Maelor, steadying the bassinet as it wobbles. Helaena allows it, walking past you into the room as you scoop the sleeping babe into your arms. 

“This feels familiar,” Helaena says, glancing back at the balcony. A breeze rolls through, making you shiver, but Helaena stands unmoving. “Like…it’s happened before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want a book,” Helaena muses, ignoring your question, walking toward the door, “I’d like a different story.” She leaves her bedroom door open as she turns down the hall in the direction of the library. 

You steady yourself, taking a deep breath before walking to the nursery. Jaehaera isn’t in her bed when you arrive. A chill rolls through you. You place Maelor in his crib, closing the nursery door. A giggle is heard then, echoing through the hall.

“Jaehaera?” you call, walking slowly down the hall.

The giggling continues, along with the sound of running feet. Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck rises and you turn.

Alys is in front of you, her green eyes bright. Shock pours through you, fear running through your veins like ice water.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, “I didn’t…”

You take an unconscious step back, adrenaline spiking at the perceived threat. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she says softly, “I just thought..” She trails off, “He’s been meaning to leave for some time. I tried to make him stay…even with Helaena..” Alys shakes her head, “I thought if we could have a baby. Our baby. I just wanted him to stay, that’s all.”

Tears began to well in your eyes. 

“He can’t go,” she tells you, “Not the way he wants to.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Alys grimaces. 

“He can’t leave the way he wants,” she repeats, slowing her words.

What? “But Alys,” you tell her, “I don’t understand..please..”

“You know,” she tells you, backing up into the darkness until her glowing green eyes are all you can see—green flames in the darkness. “You’re clever. Help him see.”

Help him see.

Help him see what? But Alys has gone, evaporating into darkness.   

He can’t leave the way he wants to.

You walk down the hall, turning into the library. It appears to be empty and you crane your head around the darkened corners of the room, your mind spinning. 

He can’t leave the way he wants to.

“Helaena?” you call.

The way he wants to.

“Jaehaera?”

Aemond calls your name and you turn as he enters the library, his pace brisk.

“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand, “Grab the baby. And Jaehaera, we’re leaving.”

He pulls you forward, and you nearly lose your footing, his hand holding yours tightly.

“Now?” you ask, your tone concerned. 

“We’ll stay somewhere in town,” he says, “It’ll be fine for a little while, then I’ll call my mother and figure something out with the house.” His voice borders on hysterical, “We’ve got to get them out. We’ve gotta get out now. Before something happens.”

“Before what happens?” you question. He can’t leave the way he wants. “Aemond wait, stop--” 

“What?” he says pausing, “I’ll get Helaena and we’ll go. It’s you and me.” He places his hands on your cheeks. “We’ll all be alright.”

His eyes are wide and he’s breathing heavily. You place your hands on top of his.

“Something’s wrong,” you tell him, “Something’s not right, we can’t.”

“Why?” Aemond says, “We can, I promise you we can let… let's just go-”

“Aemond-”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

Your eyes snap towards the door at the sound of her voice. Helaena stands in the doorway, her hair and nightgown dry. Her eyes are softer, a small smile on her face. 

“He’s so hopeful,” she says softly, as Aemond watches her, “Even now.”

A chill rolls down your spine as she walks into the room. Even the way she walks is whimsical like she’s floating rather than walking. 

“Hel-” you begin, but your throat grows tight with emotion.

“Don’t,” she says softly, “It’s alright. I wasn’t sure before but…he knows. I think he’s known for some time.”

He knows I’m dead, she means. 

“He just doesn’t want to believe it.”

This feels familiar, she’d said when standing on her balcony.

It all makes sense. 

Dead from the beginning.

“I used to have so many dreams about this place,” she muses, looking up toward the ceiling, “So much suffering within these walls. Death lives within the foundation of this house. It is no wonder things are this way. When I came here….” she trails off, wetting her lips, “Everything was loud. So loud in my head. Louder than it had ever been before.”

“You died,” you tell her, piecing the story together, “When you…when you first came to Harrenhal.” Helaena smiles at you softly, her eyes sad. 

“It was too loud,” she says softly, “I was grieving. It all was too much.”

“Aemond said it wasn’t you…..the screaming that night in the hall…but it was, wasn’t it?”

She doesn’t answer, her eyes just continue to flicker between you and her younger brother.

“Helaena,” Aemond says, speaking softly, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve…I should’ve-”

“Shhhh valonqar,” she says, stepping forward, stroking his cheek, “There was nothing you could have done.”

“I didn’t want this,” Aemond insists, “I just wanted...I just wanted you to be safe.”

“I am,” Helaena insists, “I’m safe. It’s so quiet now.” She looks up at the night sky, smiling to herself. “My head isn’t as loud.” 

“How can that be?” Aemond asks.

“Alys meant well,” Helaena tells him, pursing her lips, “She only meant to keep you here.”

“Alys,” you realize aloud, “It was her?”

“Sometimes ... .she'd get in my head…meddle about,” Helaena says softly, “Sometimes….it’s easy to forget. Time isn’t really the same now. I would walk for hours, waking up so confused.” Her voice trails off before she turns to you. “You’ll look after them. All of them.”

You nod. Of course, you will. 

“Helaena….” you say softly, “But how…”

“I’d always been sensitive, even in life,” she says softly, “Kepa called me his dreamer. It followed me in death as well I suppose.” She meets your eyes. “I don’t know who used me to speak with you. Someone here. Another spirit is not ready to show itself. Or perhaps they just don’t want to.” She sighs

You nod, unable to speak.

“I don’t want to leave you here,” Aemond says, “I don’t…I can’t do this without you.”

“It’s alright,” Helaena says, touching his cheek, “I’m here.” She presses a hand to his chest, and he places his on top of hers. “I’m with you. Do you remember what mother always said to us?”

“The invisible string,” Aemond whispers.

“It follows the people we love, connects us,” Helaena says softly, “Whenever you think of me, you pull on that, and no matter where I am, I’ll know. I am not gone. It’s just different now. But I’ll always be with you.” She smiles, “Avy jorrāelan.”

Aemond smiles through his tears, a soft laugh breaking through. He kisses the back of his sister’s hand. 

“Avy jorrāelan,” he says softly, “So much, Helaena, so much.”

She presses her hand against his cheek.

“Kepus?” Jaehaera’s voice calls, “Miss Gevie?”

Helaena smiles softly at the sound of her daughter’s voice. Jaehaera enters the library, eyes widening at the sight. Helaena walks over to her, kneeling.

“It’s time for me to go,” she says softly.

“I don’t want you to,” Jaehara says, her voice small, “Alys said…she said we could all stay.”

“No,” Helaena says, voice soft but firm, “No, you, my sweet girl, must go.” She brushes some hair from Jaehaera’s face, tears welling in her eyes, “There is so much world for you to see. So much life for you to live.”

“But what about you?” Jaehaera asks, tears falling down her cheeks, “What about you muña?”

Helaena smiles through her tears, her voice breaking, “My journey ends here.”

“No!” Jaehaera insists, stomping her foot.

Helaena presses a hand to her heart, bringing the other to Jaehaera’s. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you inhale a ragged breath and Aemond takes your hand in his. You hadn’t realized you were crying as well until he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“I am always with you,” she says softly, “Do you hear me? Always.”

Jaehaera places her hand on top of Helaena’s nodding despite her tears. Helaena pulls her close, embracing her tightly, kissing the top of her head, and smoothing her hair. She whispers something you do not catch. 

Jaehaera kisses her mother’s cheek before hurrying over to you. She hugs your legs, holding on tightly. 

“Let Rhaenyra have the house,” Helaena tells Aemond, “Tell Daemon. If it is Harrenhal they truly want, give it to them. This family has seen enough fighting for a lifetime.”

Aemond lowers his head. 

Helaena turns suddenly, eyes bright.

“I hear him again,” she says smiling, “He likes to hide, but I always find him.” She turns back to you all one final time, “We’ll be okay Aemond. Alys and I, we’ll look after one another. Be happy.”

Aemond stifles a sob and Helaena is gone. Jaehaera clings to you, pressing further against you and the three of you sink to the floor, holding onto one another. 

A Few Weeks Later

Summerhall house is bright; the walls of the first floor are made entirely of windows that overlook the mountains and the Dornish Marches. The air is turning colder with the promise of autumn, but that hasn’t stopped Jaehaera from playing outdoors.

A soft meow makes you glance down as Morghul rubs against your calf. The black kitten meows once more before softly padding down the steps and into the grass. She appeared to Jaehaera soon after relocating to Summerhal, never straying far from her side.

A swing hangs from a large oak tree and she loves to play on it. Though now she rests below the trunk of the tree. You’ll check on her in a moment, once Maelor’s eyes flutter shut and you pass him into Aemond’s arms. 

You rise from your seat on the porch and walk down the steps. The grass is warm and soft under your bare feet. The afternoon sunlight bathes the yard in warm golden light.

“Everything alright?” you ask Jaehaera who simply smiles, showing you what she’d found.

“A spider,” she says, “I’m not afraid of them anymore.”

“No?”

“Muña wouldn’t want me to be afraid.”

You smile, watching as she releases the creature against the trunk of the tree, watching as it scurries away. 

“No,” you agree, placing a kiss on top of Jaehaera’s head, “I suppose she wouldn’t.”

Jaehaera returns to her swing and asks you to push her. You agree, letting her laughter wash over you. You understand Helaena more and more each day. You only want them to be happy, only want them to be safe and loved.

The world may be full of unknowns, but you and Aemond are not. Here, with you they are safe, they are loved.

This may be enough.

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[deerspherestudios]

Hi! I played your game and really, really like it, I am a huge fan of slow burn - combined with Yandere too? That's kinda rare nowadays, haha. Thanks for making it and creating Mychael, I love his design. Two questions: How many days are planned to be playable in the full release?

And

Since in just one day Mychael feels very friendly towards us (according to a post you made with where his feelings are based on a meter) does that mean he's very clingy??? Like, in just one day he feels like our friend. What little effort and words will it take for him to go from crush, to love, to whatever yandere thing he might be??? Like, is he okay??? Should I be worried???

This guy? Clingy? Nahhh. Nothing to worry about, anon :-) 🍄❤️

As for the game, long (!!!) answer below cut: might be spoiler-y might be not.

For context, here's the post mentioned above.

I'm still not sure how many days it will be, but it's definitely ranging between 4-5 days. Granted it'll be a while before the game is finished finished but I think progress will pick up as I complete assets that will be reused. I'm writing Days 2, 3 and 4 simultaneously (anyone who writes can probably relate to wanting a specific thing to happen in the story but dread writing up to it, so I skip around in order to keep my motivation and interest up)

As for relationship progression, slow burn usually means a long time passes before anything develops. But this is a VN and I'm a solo part-time dev so the scope still has to be small 😔 That said!

Mychael, as a person, is quite solitary in nature; he likes being alone and you'll find out why. He does however desire company and he's only realized just how pleasant having someone around can be (hence his reaction for the Bad Endings in Day 1 if you wish to leave/run away)

Although I'm not a fan of the 'you do one (1) nice thing any decent person would do and yandere is already head-over-heels for you' trope, I do have to make use of it but, drip-feed style? You grow closer to Mychael as you hang out with him and do little things that he appreciates. (Honestly I just realized I'm describing the typical visual novel experience just without the yandere beginning-- go! figure!!! /lh)

Example: the first thing that boosts you to immediate friend status is your willingness to accept his physical looks, something that's never happened to him before. (I know my artstyle makes him a yassified pretty boy but imagine genuinely meeting a sentient creature in real life with patchy green skin, a dextrous tail and four blinking pitch black eyes, I think I'd freak too haha) Little things like that mean a lot to him and motivates him to prolong your stay.

In a way, the MC is written to be more kinder and open-minded (at least outside of Bad Ends) than the sweet/sour personalities that come in a VN, so (for narrative AND coding purposes) I can't really diversify it much. I hope that's okay ¯\_(; v ; )_/¯ If Mychael met a more grouchy/mean MC on Day 1 he'd probably not be as attached. He'd just save you, feed you and send you home when you ask hahaha. Of course this will change as he gets to know you better, at that stage he'll be willing to overlook your flaws like any upstanding yandere

Phew this was a lot to dump in an ask but I did wanna explain my vision for the game! I enjoy yandere VNs as an escape fantasy, but it's common they start out with the yan already being invested in you or fall for you too fast!!! if that makes sense. I'm interested in yanderes in the aspect of how love (romantic or otherwise) starts from innocent affection and spirals into dark obsession!!! It's also compelling as to why a character is so devoted to someone, in this situation the MC, and I wanna write the kind of person Mychael would fall for. And personally 'love-at-first-sight' as a reason just doesn't do it for me 💔

(Disclaimer!!! I'm not saying my game is any more original or better than the other wonderful yan VNs in the works, but hopefully with Mychael as a character I can deliver that 'slow-burn-and-yearn' storyline I'd like it to be. As my itchio profile says: I make games I thirst for in secret but are sadly lacking around the internet 💔 )

Thank you for the ask!! :-D

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[inthelittlewood]

Hey Martyn! So, I got into your lore because of Grian's Life Series, and now I'm just trying to find some stuff out. Anyways, I understand most of it, though I do have a couple questions.

What actually are LOOT shards/crystals? I know that they're soke aort of corruption in games of sorta, but how do they get there, how to they affect the game, and also how to disable them. It's just something I'm wondering about since I know you have to find the one piece, of treasure, but how does it actually help?

What are CHEST agents? I know that they're something almost as evil as Cruppy, which is really saying something, but what actually are they?

Are there any extra lore bits in Rats SMP that you can't get anywhere else? I just wanna know if I should grit my teeth and watch it sometime, when I'm done catching up on the VODs of Pirates (can't make it to streams for personal reasons, alas).

If you've come up with it, is there any way that the Watchers lore from the Life Series ties into the datastream hopper lore? Those two just seem a little incompatible to me - hopping the datastream, being captured by mysterious godlike entities... Or are they just two separate universes?

Do you plan on posting the New Life streams on your vods channel?

Who in Pirates is p!Martyn closest to in each faction, overall?

Also, I think you may have mentioned it on stream, but did you take the faction quiz and if so, which faction did you get? I kid you not, when I took it I got Kestrels all three times (with changing the answers to stuff that I would still do, but different than first time, I mean). Had to change it up just to see all the different faction descriptions...

Ok, I think that's it. Sorry if I have bad formatting btw, I'm typing this out on phone. Thank you for taking the time to read my questions! Absolutely love your work and lore, while at the same time having the humour some don't. Keep on doing an amazing job. Hope you find your one piece, of treasure.

Have an ice day!

That's something I want to unveil in the next lore drop, so I'm really sorry to say SoonTM but this lore doesn't have all that many secrets atm

2. C.H.E.S.T agents work are avatars controlled by human operators working for C.H.E.S.T and its evil underbelly. They're a known and trusted public computing corporation but the public doesn't know the full extent of their goals and resources

3. I try to be pretty concise and unavoidable when I do my lore stuff, so you should be able to find the Rats segments in this playlist with ease: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3MFbfp1zo8dooC57HqfbizRoc07PdlFQ

4. Maaaaaaybe, people have noticed some parallels / links and all shall be revealed one day for sure, even if I'm like gonna quit doing videos and streaming, I'd just lore dump whatever isn't revealed so it's out there ha

5. A lot of my New Life streams are me just doing the grindy parts of the SMP and with the server being somewhat inactive I want to save the crossover / collab content for the videos - I'm not sure people would flock to a 3 hour vod of me painfully and slowly building an outpost or hollowing out a mountain to make a factory ya know?

6. Kestrels - probably Sausage, with Oli as a close second. Herons - Owen or Water. Owen has an inquisitive gene like Martyn and Water likes all things musical. Nightingales - Ros is so different to Martyn that it makes for some wholesome and chaotic interations, you never know which you'll get. Kites - Bek is basically the only one he's interacted with, he had a little banter on the seas with Kuervo but it was brief

7. I did! I surprisingly got Kestrel, or I guess, not surprisingly huh?

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[onas-batlle]

Secret Moments in a Crowded Room (p.2 of 5)

pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle

warnings: excessive comma use (again), and unresolved sexual tension

synopsis: four times Lucy and Ona almost kiss, and the one time they do.

a/n: finally got this one out oml

Ao3 Link

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Life as a footballer playing in a foreign country meant that finding even a speck of time to see friends and family from home was few and far between. Add on the fact that your little... something, also happened to live in another country meant that it was absolute hell trying to cultivate it into something that would last.

Ever since the wedding, Ona and Lucy had texted regularly, occasionally face timing or calling if they were both free, but things had remained strictly platonic. In fact, Lucy felt that their almost kiss had been entirely wiped from Ona’s mind, except for when she noticed the Spanish player’s gaze drifting further south than her eyes as they spoke through a screen.

One night Lucy was curled up on her couch, a muted Premier League replay playing on the TV, Ona’s face smiling at her from her phone. She wasn’t smiling now, however.

“The derby is soon,” Ona spoke, her brow furrowed in slight worry.

“Yeah? Well, how are you feeling about it? It’s a pretty big game.”

Lucy was all too familiar with the stress of the derby, having played in several of them, if not on the opposing side, and knew the immense pressure that came with it. She knew that the United women’s team had not yet won against the City women, and despite being a City girl at heart, the look on the younger woman’s face made her hope that Manchester United could pull out a win, if only for Ona.

“Very nervous. Dios mío, Lucy! What if I make a mistake and the fans start to hate me? I couldn’t bear it,” came Ona’s reply, Lucy watching as the younger woman worried her lip.

“You won’t, I promise. And the fans love you, so you shouldn’t think about things like that.” It was true, Ona was a fan favourite with the Manchester United fans, and so long as she tried her absolute best - which Ona always did – then they wouldn’t fault her for any mistakes. But Lucy knew that it was perfectly natural to feel the pressure, nonetheless.

“I know it’s a massive thing to ask, but… would you want to come to the derby? Of course you might want to do other things with your weekend off and I don’t expect you to drop everything to come watch the game but-”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Lucy replied, interrupting the Spaniard’s rambling and smiling as Ona positively lit up at her words.

“Really? You’ll come?” God she was pretty, Lucy thought as the other woman beamed at her, delighted by the English woman’s answer.

“Of course. I have been missing Manchester a little as well, you know?” she winked as she mentally began to plan the trip out in her mind.

Flights would be relatively easy, the plane to England from Barcelona only taking a couple of hours. There were, however,  a few logistics to work out, like where she would stay. Her brother didn’t live in Manchester, Jorge remaining in their hometown, but surely Demi would let her stay, right? Her musings were interrupted by Ona, who seemed to have read her mind.

“You can stay at my place, if you want.” The Spaniard blushed bright red as she made the offer, seemingly embarrassed at her rather forward suggestion.

“Yeah? That would be great if I could.”

“I have a spare room I can set up for you! No hay problema,” Ona confirmed, resting her phone on the table to stretch out her arms and yawn.

“Someone’s tired,” Lucy chuckled and was shot an adorably grumpy look by the woman on her screen. She found her heart tightening as she took in Ona’s pout and had to restrain her entire body from talking a screenshot of their call.

“I think I should go,” Ona spoke, a slightly disappointed expression on her face. “Training was, how do you say? Training was no walk in the park?”

“Sí, that is correct,” Lucy laughed at the Spaniards use of the English phrase, and then she felt her voice softening almost involuntarily. “Goodnight Ona, I’ll speak to you soon.”

After a few more minutes of goodbyes and promises to text each other later, they ended the call, and Lucy collapsed back to lay down on her couch. She was going to the Manchester Derby. And she was going to stay at Ona’s house. Where she lived.

She lay there in silence for a few moments before Lucy’s eyes shot open. Fuck, she was meant to visit Jorge.  Once again she opened her phone, immediately dialling her brother disregarding the fact that it was currently 12am.

“Look who decided to grace me with a call at this very late hour, what’s up Luce?” came her brother’s voice from the phone, and Lucy rolled her eyes at his jab.

“Hey Jorge, I know I was supposed to pop around to see the kids my next break, but do you mind if I take rain check? I’ve kind of got other plans.” She knew her brother wouldn’t mind as he was pretty easygoing, and she saw her niece and nephew all the time, so one missed trip wouldn’t be an issue.

“Plans better than entertaining two hyper children for a whole weekend? Can’t believe you would pass on such a fun time, though you always were the boring one, huh, Luce?” Jorge said, leading her to grin fondly. As much as Lucy and her brother gave each other shit, they were close and there was nothing Lucy loved more than her family.

“Oh, fuck off. Anyway, that all good with you? I know it’s last minute and all, and I apologise for letting the kiddos down.”

“That’s alright, I’m sure they’ll survive without Aunt Lucy spoiling them for a whole weekend. What’ve you got planned anyway? Something to do with that Spanish player you’re always banging on about?”

Lucy almost choked on her own spit at those words. She didn’t talk about Ona that much, did she? Now that she thought about it, maybe she did. But the fact that Jorge seemed to think it was romantic was rather suspicious.

“Why would you think that?”

“Whenever we speak it’s all ‘Ona this’, ‘Ona that,’ like Luce, you’re about at subtle as a hurricane.”

Okay, maybe that was fair.

“Stan said something to you didn’t she,” Lucy questioned, almost dead sure that the other Lucy would have said something to her brother, if only for meddling reasons.

“She may have said a few things.. something about you guys being attached at the hip during her wedding?” Jorge responded and internally the fullback cursed her friends for having such big gobs.

“Her and Jordan can’t keep their mouths shut to save their lives. We’re just friends, and I’m going to watch the derby, as a friend.”

“Ah yes, the age old term: friends. You know Stan sent me that picture of you guys at the reception, and I gotta say the heart eyes are remarkable for ‘just friends’.” Despite it only being a phone call, the eyebrow wiggle was so loud that Lucy could practically see it.

“Ah, I don’t know. Think Ona just sees us as friends now.”

“Have you actually spoken to her about it?” Jorge asked, voice taking on a sincere tone that was different to his usual jokey one that he used with Lucy.

“No, and I’m totally okay with that.”

“Okay, okay. But I’m just saying, Keira has moved on so-”

“Why shouldn’t I? I’ve heard it all before.” Lucy let out a sigh.  “Look, I’ll talk to you later, yeah? Tell the kids I said hi.”

“Definitely will. And Lucy?”

“Hm?”

“If there really is something there, then I think it would be worth to talk to her about it.”

“Rare moment of wisdom from you there,” she spoke, and while she was poking fun at her brother, she appreciated his interest and willingness to offer her advice.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it,” came the sarcastic retort, and Lucy cracked another smile at her brother’s words.  They often teased the hell out of one another, sure, but her brother always had her back and was able to offer her moments of clarity when she was stuck.

“Well, I’ll have a think about it. Chat to you later.”

“Don’t be an idiot Luce!” she heard as she cut off the call, flopping back down onto her back. Manchester here she comes, she supposed.

--

The trip to England had gone pretty smoothly, Ona and Lucy agreeing to meet up after the match and head back to the former’s place, and so Lucy found herself walking up the steps of Leigh Sports Village without having even caught a glimpse of the Spaniard she had come to see.  She had opted to be as incognito as possible, donning an all black outfit, sunglasses, and a cap, and crossed both her fingers and toes that she wouldn’t be spotted as it would only start a huge wave of speculation as to why she was present. Unfortunately, her hopes of remaining invisible were soon dashed.

“Lucy!”

Lucy internally groaned as she heard the Dutch accent yelling her way, and slowly spun on her heel to face the smiling figure of her national team coach. Sarina was waving her over, and it wasn’t like she could blank her, so Lucy reluctantly made her way over to the older woman\’s seat.

“Hey Sarina, didn’t think I’d see you here,” she greeted, sending a smile and a wave to Arjan, the assistant coach of the Lionesses, who was seated next to her coach.

“Neither. I thought you would be in Spain. What brings you to the derby?”

“Um, just was just in Manchester and wanted to see my old club play. That’s all,” Lucy responded unconvincingly, cursing the flush that spread across her cheeks.  There was nothing illegal about her going to watch the derby match, so why did she feel like she had been caught?

“Well, would you want to sit with us? I’d appreciate your insight, especially now that Leah’s injured.”

“Yeah, sure,” she relented. I mean, who could say no to their national team coach?

As she settled into the seat next to Sarina, she knew that her anonymity would be well and truly gone. Despite her attempt to remain incognito and support Ona undetected, being seated next to bloody Sarina Weigman hardly made her blend into the crowd, and so she sat down next to the Dutch woman with a touch of disappointment on her features. No visible cheering for Ona was on the cards now, she supposed.

The game started well for United, Hayley Ladd scoring an absolute stunner of a goal, and Lucy couldn’t help but feel ridiculously proud when she saw the jubilance on Ona’s face.

Football had always been a beautiful sport to Lucy, no matter who was playing, but watching Ona was play was positively mesmerising. The way her muscles flexed as she meticulously controlled the ball, and the glitter of sweat that glistened on her abs as she pulled her shirt up to wipe her face had the English fullback positively gobsmacked.

“Lucy! Lucy? Are you listening?” Her coach’s familiar voice pierced the bubble of lust that Lucy had found herself in, and she gave Sarina sheepish smile as she met the older woman’s eyes.

“Sorry, what was that?”

The Dutch woman’s eyes narrowed as she took in her player, and Lucy nervously swallowed under the scrutiny,

“Which one are you sweet on?”

“Pardon?” Lucy replied, eyes bugging out of her head as she stared at Sarina in shock.

“One of the United players. You are involved with one of them, I can tell. You’ve been distracted this whole time and was happy when they scored.” Well, she was caught there. Sarina levelled Lucy with a knowing look and tilted her head in question as the fullback sighed. While Sarina was technically her boss, she had also become somewhat of a friend, and she cared deeply about the players that she coached so Lucy felt rather alright with sharing her current situation. Plus, Sarina could tell when she was lying.

“It’s, uh, the right back. Number two. And it’s not really anything yet.”

The older woman let out a hum of acknowledgement and shot a smile Lucy’s way. “Well she’s a very talented player. Passionate. I like that. Much like you are.”

Lucy blushed at the compliment, always priding herself in playing with as much passion as possible. And she agreed with the initial statement as well. Ona’s football oozed passion; with every pass, dribble, cross, and shot she took, you could see just how much she loved the sport, and Lucy in turn adored her for that.

Midway through the game, her phone pinged, and she was met with a simple photo of Jorge’s TV screen, herself front and centre. Yikes. Well, there was absolutely no hiding now.

The game ended with a late goal from United, leading the Red Devils to their first ever derby win and cementing their spot in the Champions League. Ona was awarded player of the match – which in Lucy’s opinion should always be awarded to her – and she sent a cute little wave in their direction when she spotted the older defender in the crowd, making Lucy blush a little from her spot next to Sarina.

After saying her goodbyes and signing a few autographs for some fans who had noticed her, Lucy headed in the direction of the carpark, having made an agreement with Ona to meet her there subsequent to the match. Surprisingly she only had to wait a few minutes before Ona came barrelling out of the building, sports bag in hand.

“Lucy! We woooonnn!” Ona yelled, dropping her bag and wrapping Lucy into a tight hug, causing the older woman to stumble back a little due to the unexpected contact. Ona smelt like apples and cinnamon, and Lucy couldn’t help but inhale her scent a little until she berated herself for just how creepy that was and forced herself to stop.

“I did see that,” Lucy laughed, “Congratulations Ona. I told you that you had nothing to worry about.”

Ona smiled widely at that, arms still wrapped around the other fullback’s torso. “I’m sorry that you had to watch your team lose, but Manchester is RED!”

“I suppose, but just this once.”

Ona smacked her lightly on the shoulder at that – a move that was starting to feel oh so familiar – and then motioned her head in the direction of her car after noticing that they were attracting some curious looks from passers-by. After throwing her bag in the back alongside Ona’s, Lucy climbed into the passenger seat and made a show of settling down, letting out an exaggerated sigh of contentment and earning a giggle from the Spanish fullback.

“Gotta enjoy being passenger princess for once,” Lucy grinned, winking at the woman in the driver’s seat who laughed out loud for what seemed to be the hundredth time that afternoon. Lucy loved that laugh and made a vow to do anything she could to hear it again, and again, and again.

The car ride was nice, if not a little scary, as Lucy had to grab onto the ‘oh shit!’ bar a few times as Ona hurtled around a corner. The English woman made a mental note that if they drove anywhere together again, then she would muscle her way into the driver’s seat as while she liked just being a passenger sometimes, she valued her life way more.

When Lucy finally stepped into Ona’s apartment, she took a moment to just take in her appearance. It felt incredibly homely, and while it was clean, it still looked well lived in with smatterings of photographs everywhere which made Lucy smile softly. She found herself hoping that maybe a photo of herself might make itself home there one day.

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

Ona blushed. “Thanks. I tried to make it as much like home as possible.”

“Well you’ve done a great job with the decorating,” Lucy smiled, dropping her sports bag next to the door and picking up a mug with the word ‘Penal-tea’ emblazoned on it alongside a graphic of a football.

“The girls bought it to make me more English or something,” Ona rolled her eyes as she noticed the mug the English fullback was eyeing, causing Lucy to let out a laugh. “Anyway, come sit!”

Lucy didn’t need to be told twice as she threw herself onto Ona’s couch and watched on as the Spaniard grabbed a few snacks before kicking off her shoes and coming to rest next to Lucy. They fell into easy conversation, TV playing an old rerun of Friends (“Joey is so funny, Lucy!”), and Lucy had never felt lighter.

Neither of them had even noticed that they had gravitated towards each other until Lucy’s eyes flicked down to Ona’s lips and noticed that all she would have to do to capture them with her own was to tilt her head forward a few centimetres.

When she moved her focus back up, she saw that Ona had that look in her eyes – the same one she had at the wedding – and Lucy swallowed nervously under the Spaniard’s intense gaze.

She suddenly became aware of every single point of contact between them, their shoulders that were pressed together, Ona’s feet that rested over Lucy’s outstretched legs, their hands that brushed together ever so slightly, and Lucy felt her body start to tingle.

Ona was so close that Lucy could count every freckle on her face, and a sliver of bare skin of her stomach peeked out from where her shirt had ridden up slightly. She was wearing fuzzy socks, always being one to feel the cold, and there was a little smudge of chocolate on her lips which Lucy longed to kiss away.

Slowly, if not surely, they found themselves leaning in, and Lucy could just, almost…

BANG!

The sound of the door slamming forced the footballers apart, and they practically threw themselves onto opposite ends of the couch.

“Oh-na!” came Ella Toone’s bellowing voice, and the familiar tones of Alessia’s voice soon filled the apartment as well.

They only had to wait a few moments until the two girls barged into the room and came to a dead halt in front of them, faces painted with looks of surprise.

“What are you doing here Luce?” Ella asked, blinking owlishly at Ona and Lucy while Alessia’s mouth slowly spread into a knowing smile.

“Uh, Ona invited me to watch the derby,” she managed to get out, still rather shaken by her moment with the other fullback and the rude interruption that followed.

“Well, that was nice of her wasn’t it?” Ella laughed, realisation slowly dawning on her face as she took in just how awkwardly Ona and Lucy were sitting as they attempted to be normal.

“Yeah, super nice,” Alessia added, her voice wavering as she threatened to break into giggles as she nudged her best friend in the side. Ona looked mortified.

“Anyway, we came to ask if she wanted to come out to celebrate the win with us, but we’ve decided that you’re both coming.”

With those words, the duo was on them, and Lucy could just catch Ona mouthing an apologetic ‘lo siento’, before Alessia and Ella were dragging the both of them every which way to get them ready to go out.

As she was being ordered around by Ella, Lucy silently cursed the world for being a massive cockblock, and knew that there was likely no way in hell they would get a minute alone now that Ona’s teammates knew the English woman was in town.

Her only consolation was that at least she knew that based on the two ‘almost kisses’ they had shared, she was not simply imagining the tension between them. Gritting her teeth as Ella threw an outfit at her that she had scavenged from Lucy’s bag, she made a silent promise to herself that she would get that kiss - at least before the World Cup began in a few months’ time.

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All is well Part 6

Summary- Decorating for Christmas brings out some naughty behavior and some big milestones. The New year brings some new promises and new games.

Pairings- Bucky × Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Stucky x Daisy!Reader, Ransom × Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Frank Adler x Dutchess!Reader

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, mentions of masturbation, sex (piv), anal (f receiving & m mentioned), rimming (f&m receiving), Oral (f & m receiving), spanking, biting, edging, metal arm play, Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare, mentions of Daddy & Captain kink, creampie, slight cum eating, I’m sure I forgot something big. 18+ only!!

Word count- 13.7k

Author notes- I love this chapter. Stucky is heavily hinted at but never fully written. If that’s not your thing, it will still be okay to read because it’s not too in your face. Enjoy, comments are greatly appreciated, love you all!! Also once again some of these ideas were a team effort @rainydayandmondays & @theinheriteddutchess love yall! 😉❤️ Part 5 will be coming out soon and it will be linked when it’s out!! It will take place before this chapter!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous.

It’s beginning to look at lot like Christmas.

You hum as you watch Bucky and Steve haul the Christmas tree inside. Ari is holding the door open and Jake is walking around singing and dancing with just about anyone he passes. You laugh as he passes by and gives you a twirl. “Oh my Jake!” You laugh loudly as he spins you.

“Gotta get everyone in the spirit, Daisy!” You laugh and twirl once more with him. Bucky and Steve laugh and Steve teases Jake.

“Watch where you put those hands, Jakey boy!” Jake laughs and clearly shows one hand in yours and the other very cautiously placed on your waist. Precious walks by Steve and bumps him with her hip as she smiles.

“Oh Steven,” Steve laughs. “You know Jakey would never dare!” Jake laughs and twirls you away in into Steve’s arms. He kisses you and rubs down your back.

“I know, I just like making Jake sweat!” Steve teases as he continues to dance with you. Jake pulls Precious into his arms and they start to dance a little, his hands are definitely lower and not as cautious now. Precious giggles and kisses Jake as they dance. Bucky sneaks behind you and kisses your shoulder before he clasps yours and Steve’s hands and lays his hand on your waist and on top of Steve’s hand as you three start to dance. Dutchess and Frank watch from the kitchen as she sips her coffee. Frank shakes his head and then smiles at Dutchess. She rolls her eyes and can’t help but smile as he pulls her close and they dance in the privacy of the kitchen. Winter watches and smiles as they spin around. Ransom grumbles as he watches the ladies and their husbands dance around. Ari watches smiling before he starts taking each women, spinning them around and then moving to the next. Ransom rolls his eyes.

“Not you too?! Aren’t you Jewish?!” Ari laughs and shrugs.

“What can I say, I like Christmas too!” Ari answers. Ransom shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“Ransom! Come help us decorate the tree!” You call out as you move from Steve and Bucky’s arms, kissing them both before inviting Ransom over.

“Uhh I’m good.” He says with a little chip on his shoulder. You shrug and take Bucky’s hand. “Okay, suit yourself.”

Frank and Steve get the tree set up, Jefferson and Ari are untangling the Christmas lights, Jake is helping Precious get all the fun Christmas decor out, Bucky is in the kitchen making Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with you, his little helper. You end up licking the spoons clean and creating a little problem for Bucky with how seductive you are being without even trying. “Okay,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh and sigh. “Maybe you should go help out the decorations on the tree. I think they are ready.”

“Okay!” You say cheerfully as you kiss his cheek and dash off. Jake and Precious grab everyone’s attention as they dig out the mistletoe. “It’s going right here!” Jake walks over to the door leading down the hall. “Everyone has to pass under and there is no getting around it.” He smiles. “Stay safe everyone!” He teases before he grabs Precious and lays a big kiss on her. You laugh and look at Steve and wink. Jake finally comes up for air and yells over to you “And don’t even think about hogging it, Daisy.” Everyone laughs and you blush a little. Bucky leans against the frame of the doorway to the kitchen as he joins in the fun.

“Ehhh we don’t need that one.” Everyone looks at him. “I attached one to our ceiling fan over our bed so we’re set.” He winks at you and everyone laughs and some of the guys wolf whistle. Steve wraps you up in a kiss and you giggle against his lips. You overhear Jake asking Precious if he could do that too, she says they will talk later. You pretend not to see Frank grab an extra mistletoe and stuff it in his pocket before he walks down the hall.

Ransom watches all this from the kitchen table, not helping and definitely not showing how much he wants to be involved. At this point Jefferson and Ari have left, Ransom thinks it’s to go visit Jefferson’s kid but he’s not entirely sure. Winter has had enough people for the day, Ransom can’t blame him for that, so all that’s left are the ladies and their husbands. Well and Ransom. He sits back and watches as You make plans with Steve and Bucky.

“We have ice skating on Saturday.” You say.

“Why are we going again?” Bucky asks.

“Because I’m Morgan’s Godfather and Tony asked us to come and visit.” Steve slings his arm around Bucky. “So we are going.” Bucky grumbles a bit. It’s not that he doesn’t like Tony or the rest of the gang, he does. He just doesn’t want to spend his Saturday at an ice skating rink with everyone else who decided to go on the weekend. With Just his Doll and Stevie? Sure! But not with everyone else in the world. Steve sees Bucky’s displeasure and laughs. “Cheer up and maybe there will be a treat for you later.” You and Steve both smirk at Bucky and he blushes.

“Fine. What other holiday plans do we have?” Bucky asks and you go over the whole list. It sounds exhausting to Ransom but he wouldn’t mind the exhaustion if he had someone to share it with. Ransom sees Dutchess slip behind Frank and wrap her hands around his waist and kiss his back. It’s inmate yet reserved, she moves away instantly but gives Frank a little look as she does. Ransom finds himself smiling at the thought of having someone look at him that way. Jake and Precious are talking nonstop about all the presents they need to buy and who they need to get them for, Jake forgets one of Precious’ friends and she corrects him as he is writing his list. Ransom laughs to himself, he hates shopping but if he had a pretty woman on his arm he could do it. Especially if she is half as happy as all three of you are about making your plans.

“Hey Ransom,” Steve says as he walks into the kitchen. “You’re looking a little too happy over there,” He teases “wouldn’t want anyone to think you actually enjoy it here.” Ransom fake laughs and Steve pats his back as he walks by. If Ransom was honest though, he’d admit he did enjoy it here. He looked forward to his time with each of you ladies and he really didn’t mind the guys. But lately he’s been hit with a sense of loneliness. Thats when the thought hits him, he wants to be a husband.

“Shit,” he sighs and grumbles quietly. “This place is making me too soft.” He quickly looks for an exit, anyway to help him not deal with the emotions bubbling up, it’s when he spots the mistletoe. “Oh that might do the trick.” He says quietly. He thinks or just make all of this harder.

You are getting some ornaments from a box when you realize you left the hooks in the basement. You start to walk down the hall when Ransom appears in the doorway and under the mistletoe. He stops you there and just smirks as he looks up. He then shrugs “it’s the rule, Daisy Mae.” You blush at the sweet nickname and pull him in for a little peck and then you’re on your way. You didn’t think twice about it until you are on your way back to the living room and Ransom is parked right under the mistletoe, again. Shrugging and saying rules are rules, you roll your eyes and smile as you kiss him again, this time he slips his hands alongside your face and kisses you deeply, enough that you get a little lightheaded when he finally lets you go. Bucky eyes your flushed face as you walk back in and you just smile.

Precious gets a phone call and goes to take it in her room, with all the noise it as hard to hear. As she passes by Ransom takes her hand and pulls her in for a kiss. She is a little shocked at the quickness but her phone ringing loudly is what pulls her back to earth. “Hello?” She says as she walks away from Ransom and to her room. When she comes back and Ransom tries to pull her into another kiss she laughs and stops him. “Ran what are you doing?!” He kisses her and she gives his butt a smack as she walks away, smirking back at him.

Dutchess finishes up the lights over the stairwell and when she walks to the doorway she stops and looks at the progress everyone has made. “This looks great so far!” Everyone agrees and then gets back to work, she turns to go check on Winter and is met by Ransom’s chest and arms around her. “Hey chess, how’s about a little smooch for the mistletoe?” He leans in and kisses her lips. Dutchess smiles against his lips and then pulls back.

“Aww that was sweet.” She pats the side of his face and then goes to check on Winter. Frank walks by and stares him down, he doubles back and looks at Ransom.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you call her Chess?” Frank crosses his arms. And Ransom smirks.

“Because it’s all calculated moves with her.” Ransom sees the anger start to build in Frank's face. Ransom calling his wife ‘calculated’. Ransom quickly explains, “Not in a bad way, Frank. So calm down. Just everything is on her terms and it’s one step after another. Also her name is Dutchess… chess is kinda in the name already.” He pats his shoulder and Frank calms down a little bit not by much. He walks away to help with the tree. When Dutchess slips back by she rubs Ransom’s back and then kisses his cheek before he can demand more.

Ransom stays there all morning, everyone one of you ladies tries to leave he demands you pay the toll. Precious when she was bringing up boxes of lights got a drive by kiss. Dutchess as she was walking by and stepped a little too close, he pulled her in and kissed her, saying those are the rules! It was funny and everyone was getting a kick out of it but then it got to be a lot. “Nope Daisy Mae, it’s the rules, you gotta give me a kiss.” You didn’t mind the first couple of time but when he stopped you on your way to the bathroom, or when you were simply chasing a run away ornament, it was a little much.

“Ugh Ransom! I just needed that ornament.”

“Then walk under the doorway, give me a kiss and then you can grab it.” You lean close and whisper.

“Are you feeling left out? Is this what all this is about?” You’re really trying to connect with him, about ready to offer him to put the star on the tree when He plays it off and laughs.

“No, I’m just getting into the Christmas spirit! You wanna get the ornament then you gotta kiss me. Since I’m under the mistletoe and all.” He smirks and leans against the frame. You look at Bucky and he looks at Steve, Steve nods and Bucky shrugs. They play rock, paper, scissors and Bucky looses. Steve pats him on the back and walks straight to Ransom bends down and grabs the ornament. He then grabs Ransom’s face and kisses him and it is not a little peck either. Ransom pushes him away and just glares at him as Bucky shrugs.

“Like you said, it’s the rules.” He walks away and everyone giggles and smiles as Ransom looks pissed. Jake walks up to him and stands next to him.

“What are you looking at, puppy?” He snaps.

“Ransom!” Precious says.

“Well I needed to use the bathroom and I know I need to pay the toll, so.” He puckers up and Ransom walks away grumbling. Everyone laughs and calls Ransom back, he turns around and you pull him into your arms.

“Oh Ransom we are just messing with you! It’s how you know people love you, when they mess with you a little. If we didn’t we’d let you walk away and pout. Now come help us with the tree. Bucky will make some of his hot chocolate for you.” Bucky nods and pats his shoulder as he walks by on his way to the kitchen.

“Fine.” He agrees and pouts as he walks into the living room to help. He begrudgingly puts ornaments up and rolls his eyes at Jake’s exuberance when his favorite Christmas songs come on. But you can tell the little glint in his eyes is because you invited him to join you all. Ransom continues to help set up the tree, it is 12 feet and it really is a group affair to get it set up and decorated. Once it’s done you step back with and look at it, it’s perfect. Green and red with silver all around.

“Dutchess put the star on last year so now it’s Daisy’s turn.” Frank says as he hands the star over to you.

“Thank you, Frank.” You thank him and then look at Bucky and Steve. “I’m gonna need help up there.” They both laugh and lean down so you can climb on their shoulders standing tall and praying you don’t take the tree down like you did the last time it was your turn. You reach and you’re still not tall enough, you sigh and pat their heads. “I can’t reach. I’m still too short.” They bring you down and you hand the star to Precious, “You’re a little taller, maybe they can get you up there.” Precious sees your disappointment.

“Nope it is your turn and the boy will just have to stand on,” she looks around sees what she was looking for. “This!” She pulls the coffee table from the corner of the room. It was shoved there in all the decorating. “This should work!”

Bucky and Steve look at one another. “I think you just want us to stand on here so when it breaks we have to buy the house a new coffee table.” Steve says and Precious laughs.

“No! Come on you two will be fine!” The boys climb up there and you magically climb up on their shoulders. You lean over and place the star perfectly. Climbing back down you kiss your husbands and hug your friend.

“Thank you, Precious.” Right as you pull back the boys step off the table and it collapses and breaks. You look at Precious and then Dutchess. “We will buy the new table.” You shrugs and they both laugh.

“Good! Here I have this one marked.” Dutchess hands you her phone and shows you the Amazon page she has pulled up. You shake your head and laugh.

“You two really were planning this, huh?!” You tease.

“No!” Precious exclaims. And then she smiles and shrugs. “I mean no one has used it since the whipped cream incident-” Bucky groans and Steve laughs.

“We cleaned it off-” Bucky sighs. “No one was suppose to be home- it was my birthday!!”

“We know,” Jake steps in. “We just can’t sit in here and use it without picturing what we saw. So if we got a new one then there would be no memories attached to it!” Jake smiles and explains in his normal peppy way. You are blushing and just agree.

“Okay we will get a new one! Let’s stop talking about it.” You say.

“About what?” Ransom asks. Everyone looks Ransom and then at you. Bucky shrugs.

“It’s up to you, Doll.” Bucky pulls you closer as you look at Ransom. You look at Bucky and you can tell what he’s trying to say. You’ve been talking a lot lately about make sure to include Ransom in things and to not make him feel left out. This is a perfect opportunity, especially given even Hydra Cap knows about this because it was brought up as an ice breaker once he was here. You sigh and shake your head.

“It was Bucky’s birthday and no one was supposed to be home for the night.” You glare at everyone and they snicker and hide their faces. “Bucky, Steve and I decided to have sex on the coffee table. That’s it!” You say and cross your arms. Ransom feels off at hearing that but he smiles anyway and looks at the others who are clearly hiding more of the story.

“Well that can’t be it. There has to be more because you run outside naked with Jefferson and the whole house can see and hear you. So? What else?” Ransom steps closer, wanting to know everything, hating being on the outside and not knowing something about you. Bucky can see the slight jealousy behind his eyes. Intrigued by what all you’ve done but mad it wasn’t with him. Bucky squeezes your shoulder in reassurance and you groan.

“And we had whipped cream and syrup and it was super sticky and messy and well it left behind some accidental pictures.” You explain. Ransom smirks motions for you to continue, this is too painful so you might as well get on with it. “And while we were cleaning up they all came home early so we had to rush.” You glare again and Precious and Dutchess just smile as they hide their laughter. “So we ran back to our room and left the coffee table as best we could for the night. The morning came and it turns out that there was a perfect outline of my breast and how spread apart my thighs were and you could even see the outline of Bucky’s balls because he was fucking me from behind. Okay?! Happy!” You look at everyone and they are all laughing, it’s in good fun and you know they aren’t being mean. Lord knows they all have had their fair share of sex mishaps. Yours just made a pretty picture that Jake then had framed as a gag gift for Steve’s birthday. Ransom’s jaw is a little tight. Making sex paintings out of chocolate and whipped cream?! How come he’s never thought of that! Maybe he can convince you to do it again. Still he makes himself laugh and he nod, then a thought hits Ransom.

“Well, Steve where were you in all this?” Ransom asks and Steve smirks. Steve moves in closer to you and Bucky, he’s actually kinda behind Bucky when he says.

“I was there, I was standing up though and wasn’t touching the table.” Ransom’s eyebrows scrunch together, he looks at how the three of you are settled. You leaning back into Bucky’s arms, Steve standing behind Bucky… that’s when it hits him. Bucky’s always been a little cocky and ready to show his strength, wonder what this will do to that so called strength.

“Oh! Well, damn Bucky I didn’t take you for a bottom.” Ransom teases and stares at Bucky, challenging him. For once you don’t notice and you just blush. Everyone laughs or just gasps. Bucky knows Ransoms just trying to get a rise out of him. Hearing about the fun he’s had with you is probably riling him up. Bucky takes the high road and decides to try and teach a lesson, although all he really wants to do is make a joke about how Ransom isn’t his type so his sexual position wouldn’t matter with him.

“I’m not actually. I’m a switch leaning top.” Bucky says. “Since we are getting into specifics.”

“Oh really? Huh, interesting.” Ransom says. Bucky nods, not affected at all by Ransom’s jab. Steve perfectly and discreetly gives everyone a little nod and they all disperse without Ransom suspecting anything. It’s just Bucky, Ransom, You and Steve. So Bucky continues his little lesson, hoping Ransom will catch onto his analogy.

“Seeing as you want to talk about sexual hierarchy I feel I should let you in on a little secret I learned a long time ago. A good top knows when to bottom. They know when to let others take care of them.” Ransom is about to interrupt Bucky, confused as to why Bucky is talking about his sexual experience to him. But Bucky puts an hand out and Ransom stays quiet. “And for my birthday my two, sweet as honey, switch leaning bottoms wanted to treat me, so I let them. It was amazing and we are closer for it.” Ransom’s face softens as he realizes what Bucky is saying. It’s not about sex at all, not really. “Letting that happen doesn't make me less of a man, that doesn’t make me weak, and it sure as hell doesn’t make me any less of who I am.” Ransom’s standoff body posture drops. “I let go and allowed them in and they didn’t disappoint.” He looks at you both, you blush and Steve smiles. “We are all letting you in, Ransom. You don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to but stop trying to hurt us when we let you in. And in turn, let us in. We will do our best to not disappoint you. We are different than how your family is, Ransom. Give us a chance to prove it.” Bucky walks closer and gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Now I believe I have some Hot chocolate ready for us all. And I promise I won’t try and kiss you as we go through the doorway later.” Ransom lightly laughs and shifts a little. He walks with Bucky into the kitchen and you and Steve follow behind.

Ransom gets his hot chocolate before everyone else piles into the kitchen and gets their own. The music still plays in the background and like scene from a movie the sky opens up and starts snowing. “Oh look!” You almost squeal and hop up out of Steve’s lap. You rush over to the window and peer out as the snow begins to fall quicker.

“Good thing Steve just did a grocery run.” Dutchess says as she takes a sip of Franks hot chocolate. He gives her a little get your own look but then smirks and lets her have the rest.

“No kidding, it’s really coming down out there!” Precious says as she leans against Jake. They all see you turn around and look at Bucky. He blushes slightly and then smirks as he walks over, pulling you into his arms.

“Oh no, everyone close your blinds tonight. Looks like Daisy and Bucky are gonna be naked dancing outside after bedtime.” Jake teases and you giggle and turn to kiss Bucky’s cheek.

“Can’t help that we are fun and adventurous.” Bucky jokes.

“I’m just glad we live way out here with no neighbors.” Steve says as he stands up and joins you two by the window. “Even Andy wouldn’t be able to help you two out of all the ‘indecent exposure’ charges you’d rack up if we lived anywhere else.” Steve kisses your neck and you smile and hum at the feeling.

“And you’d be right there with us, Mr. America’s Ass.” Bucky and you tease and everyone laughs and agrees.

“Yeah, you’re just as bad Stevie!” She says as a tease. You and Bucky laugh. “I didn’t need to know that your ass is that white.” Precious teases once more before she sips her hot chocolate. Everyone laughs, you giggle and give Steve’s ass a squeeze.

“Well, why are you lookin’, Precious?” Steve says with his Brooklyn accent slipping and speaking a little lower, a little more sultry. Precious laughs, seemingly not affected by Steve’s tone in the slightest, although you definitely are. Jake can tell though the tiniest bit of blush spread across her cheeks. If he wasn’t so close he would have missed it, no one else noticed but he definitely did.

“Yeah, Precious. Why were you looking?” His voice deep and a little authoritative. Precious gulps at the tone of his voice, throat a little dry. She blushes and then quickly pulls herself together.

“I needed some fresh air one night after Jake and I had finished 3 hours of tantric-,” she clears her throat, “anyway- when I opened my blinds and window I saw what I thought was the moon, but it was much closer and brighter than I expected. Turned out it was just Steve’s pasty, white ass.” Precious smiles having regained her composure even though Jake is even closer now and making sure she feels every inch him pressing against her.

“Oh I remember that night!” You says happily. “You missed the good part if Stevie’s ass was still white.” You tease and Steve blushes bright red. Bucky laughs and teases Steve some more as well.

“Yeah, we really turned his ass into the America flag that night.” Bucky smiles and you two high five, perfectly in sync. You didn’t even have to look at one another. Everyone, even Ransom is laughing.

“If the way Steve is looking at you two means anything it seems like your asses will be resembling the America flag tonight.” Ransom jokes and everyone busts out laughing. Not expecting him to join and definitely not expecting him to actually make a funny joke instead of a mean one. Steve laughs and nods.

“Very observant, Ransom!” Steve says. “And you are 100% right. So if Bucky and Daisy are wincing when they sit down tomorrow just know it’s because their asses are very patriotic.” Ransom laughs and you giggle and kiss Steve’s cheek.

“Ehhh we will see about that.” You alway have a way of getting out of your punishments. Steve is easy to break. When Bucky sets a punishment it will be followed through with. Most would think that it’s the other way around but it’s because Bucky is so soft and lenient with everything else, he doesn’t budge when it comes to punishment. And Steve is just the opposite. “Anyway, yes unless you want a free show,” you point at all of them. Frank shakes his head and crosses his arms. Jake is basically undressing Precious where she stands, and Ransom is gazing at you with pleading eyes, like he is asking for an invitation. “Close your blinds!” You shrug, “or don’t.” You wink at Ransom and he blushes. He quickly takes a sip of his hot chocolate to cover his face just a little. Ari comes walking in with Jefferson and they both settled at the table.

“So what did we miss?” Ari asks. Ransom stands up and smirks.

“Free show in the Backyard after dark. The cast? The lovey Daisy Mae and her boy toys.” Ransom smiles and winks at you. Ari and Jefferson nod and then look at one another as they play along.

“Well shit, did I miss the dress rehearsal?” Jefferson says.

“Yeah I must not be cast in this particular production. Maybe the next show.” Ari says and everyone laughs. Past everyone crowded

In the kitchen you see Winter lean against the doorframe. You smile and he shyly smiles back. You catch Dutchess gaze and lead her eyes to Winter standing alone. She mouths a quiet thank you and then slips away with him down the hall and to their room. Frank soon follows.

Jake takes this moment now that people are starting to disperse. “Hey Precious, come with me for a moment.” He puts his arm over her shoulder and walks her to their bedroom, the closing of the door is loud but not angry. You laugh and look at Steve.

“Look at you, your ass getting everyone in trouble these days.” You tease and Steve laughs loudly.

“What can I say, it’s a great ass.” Steve smirks as he sits back down in his chair, pulling you with him. You hum against his lips as you lean in for a kiss.

“That it is.” You kiss him. Steve looks at Bucky and Bucky laughs.

“You know it’s a great ass, stop fishing for compliments.” Bucky jokes.

Despite the jokes you and Bucky don’t end up outside in the snow having crazy sex. Mainly because it started sleeting and then hailing and then snowing a full blizzard. So instead you end up snuggled between your two men on the couch as you watch White Christmas. You see Ransom standing in the doorway of the living room. Without saying a word you move Bucky to be between you and Steve, something he protests a little bit does once you give him your puppy dog eyes. You lay down and pat the couch and Ransom shuffles in, climbing next to you. Bucky scoots closer and you lay your head against his chest and in the crook of his neck. While Ransom lays his head in your lap, Steve cuddles beside Bucky and rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder. You hum in approval and press play on the movie. You start rubbing Ransom’s back out of habit, it’s what you do with Bucky and Steve, even Jefferson and Ari love it. So when Ransom pulls your hand away you are a little taken aback, you have to remind yourself that you are both still learning each other and he may not like that. Before you can apologize you realize he never let go of your hand, he is just moving it to his hair. You get the hint and smile to yourself, pushing away the tears that were forming from what you thought was his rejection of your touch. Curse your sensitive soul. You kiss behind his ear and whisper. “Okay, Ransom.” He settles more in you lap and that lets you know he appreciates your willingness to do something special for him. About halfway through the movie you notice that Steve is asleep on Bucky’s shoulder and Ransom is asleep in your lap, you playing with his hair put him to sleep pretty quickly. Bucky nudges your shoulder and smirks.

“We can’t.” You whisper. “He will wake up the minute I move. And Stevie will wake up when you move.” Bucky leans his head back and sigh. Despite your antics this morning and all the teasing about your sexual activity with your boys, you’ve been laying low these past couple weeks. In fact the last time you and Bucky had time alone was 3 weeks ago. Stevie? About just as long.

“Well we have to move to the bedroom anyway, let’s wake em up and then go to bed. Huh?!” Bucky leans in and kisses you. You smile and bring your hand to his face. You pat his cheek and agree.

“Okay, you take Stevie and head to bed. I need to talk to Ransom some, spend a few moments with him. I can’t promise anything but we will see once we get in bed, okay?” Bucky smiles and nods.

“Sounds perfect to me!” He kisses you and you whimper at his taste.

“I do miss you.” You say as you rub your thumb over his lips.

“I’m right here, baby girl.” He kisses your palm and then turns to Steve. “Hey Stevie, gotta head to bed.” Steve groans and sits up. His sleepy face is so cute, you lean over and kiss him. Bucky lightly laughs and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Come on bud, I’ll help you up.” Bucky pulls Steve up and Steve leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder as they walk to the bedroom. Once they are gone you start to wake Ransom.

“Ransom,” You rub his back and he hums as he starts to wake up. “I know, I’m sorry but the movie is over and we have to head to bed.” Ransom sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. “Hey sleepy,” you tease and Ransom gives you a sleepy smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He looks around.

“It’s okay, Ransom.” You pull him back to the couch. “Let’s talk for a minute.” Ransom sits down and looks at you, the softness in your eyes and the gentleness in your touch. He can’t help it, he leans in and kisses you.

“Mmhmm Ransom,” he kisses you again and pulls you into his arms.

“Please, Daisy Mae. Do I have to ask?” He pleads with you. “I need-“

“Shhhh all I need is a simple ‘why’. Is it because you’re Lonely? Needy? Feeling frisky?” Ransom gently smiles. “Why?”

“Because I need to feel, Daisy Mae.” You look into his eyes and see the tears brimming. “You make me feel.” Ransom admits.

“Feel what? I want you to be specific.” You say as you straddle his lap and rub your hands up and down his chest. Ransom groans and sighs as he leans his head back against the couch. You wait, patiently. You know he will either open up or just call it quits and walk away.

“You make me feel like I want to-“ he stops. How can he admit to you that he wants to belong to someone? That he wants someone to look at him the way you look at Steve and Bucky or the way Precious looks at Jake and how Dutchess looks at Frank and Winter. How can he admit that? He sees your softness. He wants to tell you, today awoke something inside him, something he didn’t know he wanted and here he is about to admit it to you. He opens his mouth to speak and instead what comes out is, “You make me feel wanted.” The confession surprises him. It wasn’t what he wanted to say and it wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Oh Ran,” you lean forward and kiss him, taking his face in your hands and slowly moving your hips against his. He moans against your mouth. You pull back and rest your forehead on his and smile down at him. “You are wanted, Ransom.” You look over his face and let your hands drift back to his hair. “We said yes to you being here because we wanted you. We said yes to you joining our family because we wanted you.” You lean forward to kiss him, it’s a barely there kiss but it causes his breath to catch. “You were invited into my bed because I wanted you. And I still do.” You kiss him again. “You’d be surprised how many people in this house have actually grown to care about you. You are wanted,” you place a kiss on one cheek. “and you are loved, Ransom.” You place a kiss on the other. “Even when you’re mean and quippy,” Ransom smiles and laughs. You rub his chest and smile down at him.

“You don’t love me, Daisy Mae. I’m just a brat that you can tame.” Ransom lets out a sad laugh. “Not even my own family loved me, Daisy. I appreciate the sentiment but you don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” Ransom lays his head back and you sit a little heavier in his lap, wondering how you can get him to believe you. An idea comes.

“Well, do you believe that I love Steve and Bucky?” Ransom nods, “And do you believe that they love me?”

“Of course I do.” Ransom answers, starting to get frustrated with this line of questioning.

“Okay, good!” You stand from his lap and he reaches out to catch your hand, not wanting to lose your touch. “Now, I want you to stand up and follow me.”

“Yes ma’am, Daisy Mae.” He says as he stands and follows you, the sweetness returning to his voice and the emotion that was there before almost forgotten. “Where are we going?” Ransom asks as you two stroll down the hall.

“You are going to spend the week with me and my boys.” You say as you open the bedroom door.

“And why would I do that?” Ransom asks, crossing his arms and staring into the room. “Not that I’m opposed to a whole week with just you.” He smirks. You smile and pull him close and kiss him sweetly.

“Go to your room, make sure it’s clean, and think about what you want, Ransom. You are wanted and loved, no matter what you believe or what you’ve been told. Give us a chance to show you.” You pat his cheek and he sighs and nods.

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“Absolutely not.” Bucky says as he crosses his arms.

“So he’s just gonna be here. Like leering in the corner and watching our lives?” Steve asks. He pulls you into his lap where he sits on the bed.

“No! Look he thinks no one loves him. He literally told me, ‘you don’t love me, I’m just a brat you can tame.’ That’s what he thinks of me- of us!” You sink into Steve’s arms. “I want him to see that I do love him. It’s not the same as the love I have for you two, but I do love him and I want him to feel loved. I want him to belong.” You rest your head against Steve’s chest and he sighs. He looks at Bucky who grumbles and sighs.

“Fine I guess. But he is sleeping on an air mattress!” You laugh and shake your head. “Yes he is. This bed is big but not that big and he hogs the blankets. Also I only have room for one man in my bed and that’s Stevie.” You look up at Steve who is blushing slightly but also agreeing and looking at you.

“It would be small for 4 people, Daisy.” You roll your eyes and agree.*

“Fine, but I’ll be on the air mattress with him.” You stick out your tongue and Bucky lunges forward and kisses you, capturing your tongue and all. You giggle and he spanks you.

“Just keep at it, baby girl.” Bucky smirks.

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Ransom sits in his room staring at the wall, your words ringing in his mind. ‘Give us a chance to show you.’ He stands up and starts pacing, hands on hips and just talking to himself. “Show me what?? That eventually your words will fall short? No thanks.” He grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ve been let down enough.” A sense of longing washes over Ransom for the second time in one day. Ransom feels something dripping down his face. He wipes it away and realizes he is crying. “Shit.” He says as he leans against the wall and slides down as he starts to sob, clinging to himself.

“I’ve been let down enough.” He quietly repeats, tears streaming down his face.

After about 15 minutes he knows you are gonna come looking for him. “She can’t see me like this” he says as he stands up and heads to the bathroom. He splashes water on his face and gets ready for bed. Stripping down to nothing he crawls in bed and waits.

Bucky lays on the bed and sighs loudly. “Wasn’t he supposed to be up here by now? I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”

Steve lightly laughs and ruffles Bucky’s hair.

“Go to sleep, grumpy. We will stay up.” Steve points to you and him.

“I’m gonna go check on him.” You stand up and leave the room and quietly slip down the stairs.

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“Ransom?” You call out as knock on the door. It opens quickly and you see a naked Ransom standing before you.

“Daisy Mae,” he says as he eyes you up and down. You are taken aback.

“Ransom? I thought-”

“Oh you thought I was actually gonna come back upstairs? To join your little family and see ‘real love in action?’ No thanks. I was a little worked up after your teasing so I rubbed one out and was just about to fall asleep. Unless of course you want to join me?” His smug expression hurts. You thought the two of you had made progress, but here he is building that wall again. You can still see the tear stains along his cheeks. You simply nod and lean forward, you take his face in your hands and gently kiss his lips.

“Goodnight Ransom, maybe another night.” You say to his offer. Turning and heading back up the stairs you can feel his hesitation as it floats in the air. All Ransom wants is to reach out and stop you, apologize and pray you forgive him. But instead he says.

“Night, Daisy Mae.” His voice is small and sounds about on the verge of breaking. He quickly shuts the door and lays down in bed again, clinging to himself and drifting off to sleep as the silent tears fall fromHis eyes.

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You sigh as you walk up the stairs. Shuffling to the bedroom, you open the door and see Steve sitting up in bed, drawing. Bucky lays beside him reading. They both look up and see your fallen face. “Daisy? What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he puts his sketch pad down.

“Come here baby.” Bucky says as he lays his books down and throws the covers back. “Come talk to us.” He says. You shake your head and start to cry a little. You move to the air mattress and grab one of Bucky’s hidden knives from under the bed. You stab the mattress and then toss the knife on the dresser before crawling between the two men. Bucky and Steve stare at one another, a little shocked.

“What did he do, Daisy?” Bucky asks calmly.

“He didn’t do anything different than what he’s done the past 9 months. But-“ you sniffle. “We had a nice talk before I came to the bedroom and then I sent him downstairs to think and-“ you burry your head in Steve’s chest as you pulls Bucky closer behind you. “He just can’t let people in, not really. He has moments where he softens and starts to let me in and then he slams the metaphorical door in my face.” You pout a little and snuggle closer to both men. “This time it just stung a little more than before.” Bucky kisses your head and Steve rubs your back. Bucky sees the look in Steve’s eyes and he knows what’s about to happen.

“Okay, Daisy girl.” He sits you up and hands you to Bucky. “I’m gonna go get you some hot chocolate. Huh?” You nod and sniffle. “Okay, I’ll be right back baby.” He kisses you gets up to leave. Bucky sees Steve turn towards the basement before he shuts the door.

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Contrary to popular belief, Steve is pretty lax in his personal life, especially with You. He will defend you to the death but he also knows you are tough enough to fight your own battles. Bucky doesn’t hesitate to “put you behind him and fight your battle for you.” You don’t mind either approach and you appreciate it in different ways. But Ransom has crossed a line now and Steve won’t have it. When Ransom opens his door and sees it’s Steve, alone? Ransom is a little worried.

“Steve-“ Ransom starts.

“My wife isn’t your punching bag. You want to open up and have heart to hearts with her? That’s fine. But after the fact when you push her aside like you didn’t just cry on her shoulder?! I’m not having that.” Steve moves into the doorway and Ransom backs up a little.

“Like you have a say-“ Ransom starts and Steve stops him.

“I do. I know you think that us Husbands are just some cucks who can’t tell our wives ‘no’ when it comes to who they sleep with, but that’s nowhere near the case. Daisy and I decided to bring Bucky in. Daisy and I decided to let you in.”

“So Bucky had no say-“ Ransom tries to interrupt, tries to get a verbal punch in but Steve is quicker.

“No he does, he did, but in your situation he wasn’t a husband yet. So letting you in was still something that Daisy and I decided within our marriage. Now Bucky has a say. And we are both close to suggesting to Daisy that maybe she needs a break from you. She cares so deeply that she gets invested and it hurts her, Ransom.” Steve explains.

“Yeah, that’s what she has 5 different men in Rotation-“ Ransom quips, taking a jab at you. Steve’s had enough. He corners Ransom against the wall.

“I don’t want to hurt you Ransom but to protect Daisy’s honor, I will.” He glares at Ransom who gulps and Steve can tell is starting to crumble. “She ‘has 5 men’ because of how deeply she cares. She doesn’t just sleep with Jefferson, she helps him with his daughter and currently she is helping with his custody hearing. She doesn’t just sleep with Ari, she is a sounding board for him when he can’t sleep. When all the horrors he’s seen are too much, she is there to help him back from the edge. She doesn’t just sleep with you, you idiot. She is currently trying to get you to see how loved you are. How regardless of what your family told you, you are valuable, you are not a screw up, and you are able to let people in. Love and relationships are give and take and I am sorry that all your family did was take from you. But I will be damed if I let you ‘take’ from my wife. I don’t care if you ever have a big redemption moment but you sure as hell will start treating My Wife with the respect she deserves. And a part of that is not treating her Iike and object for your pleasure.” Steve stares at Ransom for a moment. “Are we understood?” He steps back and lets Ransom go.

“Yes.” Ransom answers. And for once it’s not a grumble, it’s not with an eye roll, it’s a genuine answer. “Steve I’m sorry, I don’t know why-“ he stops, he doesn’t know why but he does. He takes a breath and pushes through. “I don’t know why I do this.” Steve nods and squeezes his shoulder.

“You don’t have to know why, Ransom. You just have to start to do better. A little at a time. I am under no impression that you are gonna be perfect. In fact I fully expect to have a similar conversation in a couple months.” They both laugh a little and then they get serious again. “But it will not be about how you disrespect my wife. Will it.”

Ransom shakes his head.

“No, it won’t.” Ransom says, “And Steve I- I don’t disrespect her- i don’t mean to if I do. I actually respect the hell out of her. She just- she pushes me to be better and my initial reaction is to-“

“I know Ransom. I know.” Steve nods and they sit there for a moment. “Okay, I’m gonna go.” Steve goes to leave and turns back around. “And Ransom, just a tactical warning. Sleeping completely naked is not the best way to keep yourself safe in the case of an attack. You’d never want to end up in a fight with your junk hanging out.” Ransom sighs and looks down at his naked body. “Just a thought.” Steve says as he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

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Steve returns to the bedroom with hot chocolate in hand. You sit up and wipe your tears as Steve discreetly nods to Bucky. Bucky nods back, knowing Steve did what needed to be done. “Hey Daisy girl. Here is some hot chocolate for you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, just a little sad.” You take a sip. “You were gone for a while.” You say and Steve smiles.

“Yeah, the hot chocolate was cold, needed to heat it up. Then it was too hot so I had to get some milk- it was a whole process.” You nod and kiss his cheek.

“Well thank you.” You take another sip. “And what did you say to Ransom?” You look at him over your cup. Steve gently smiles and takes the cup from you, kissing your forehead and laying back.

“You know me too well, Daisy.” Steve says as he looks up at you, arm places behind his head and his legs spread out. You squeeze his thighs, urging him to tell you what happened. “Okay, okay,” he laughs and pulls you on top of him. “I told him that he has to start respecting my wife more or else he won’t be seeing my wife.” Bucky hums in agreement, having picked up his book again.

“Steve Rogers-“ you are about to scold him when he flips you over and pins you bellow him, his hips grinding against yours as he kisses up your neck and whispers.

“You are my wife and my job is to protect and care for you.” He kisses the other side of your neck. “He was disrespecting you and he made you cry. So we had a talk.” He nibbles along your jawline as he slips his hands up your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin. “I made sure he knows,” he palms your breast over your bra and moves to kiss along your collarbone. “That you are my wife,” he leaves a love bite on your shoulder. “That you are Bucky’s wife,” he licks up your neck as he grinds his hips against you, feeling him harden at his words and actions. “And that you will be treated as such.” He captures your lips in a kiss. You moan into his mouth as your hands move up his back, feeling his muscles move beneath your fingers. “You may be his girlfriend,” Steve says as he moves his hand down your body to the front of your pants.

“You may be his lover.” Bucky says as he moves you kiss up your neck and nibble on your ear. Steve teases you through your panties looks up to meet your gaze as Bucky slips his hand down your shirt and gropes your breast.

“But you are our Wife.” They both growl at you, possessive and all consuming.

“Yes, I’m yours!” You whimper breathlessly, clinging to them both. “Please?! Remind me-”Steve quiets you as he kiss your lips. Bucky kisses your neck before getting up from the bed. Steve pulls back and leaves you breathless and whining. They both stand straight up and rip off their shirts and rid themselves of their pants. Standing firm at the end of the bed and hard in their boxer briefs, their gaze and desire for you lights a fire of need, desperate and needy. You climb up to your knees and strip off your shirt and go to remove your bra but they stop you.

“No,” Steve says. “You won’t move a finger tonight.” Steve climbs on the bed and pulls you close. He tilts your head up to look at him.

“I love you, Daisy.” He kisses you and lays you back.

“Let us show you how much we love you, Baby girl.” Bucky says as he moves to your side. Moving a bra strap off your shoulder and kissing along the mark left in its absence.

You whimper as Bucky licks across the love bites Steve left moments ago.

“Bucky” you say Breathlessly.

“I know, Baby girl.” Bucky says as he kisses you. He looks at Steve who leans forward and kisses you before pulling back to talk to Bucky.

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They share a look and instantly know how this is going to go, completely in sync and making sure you are never left untouched. Bucky moves behind you and pulls you between his legs. You lean back into his embrace as Steve lays and settles between your legs. He pulls your shorts off and settles back down, making his way up your lower body. Kissing up your thighs as he massages your calves, Bucky unhooks your bra and tosses it off to the side. His hands instantly replace your bra and he rubs and pinches both nipples as he kisses and tongues along your neck. Lavishing kisses and licks along the sweet spot on your neck. Steve smiles against your skin as he feels the goosebumps appear along your body. Steve kisses your clothed center and teases your entrance through your panties. “So good baby” Steve mutters against you.

“Stevie- please?!” You beg. He removes your panties and tosses them with the rest of the discarded clothes.

“I’ve got you, Daisy.” Steve says before he leans forward and licks you from ass to clit. Your eyes roll back and your legs fall open more. Bucky chuckles against your neck and whispers dirty, sweet nothings in your ear as Steve devours you.

“I know that feels good. Stevie eating that sweet pussy, making you ache. Huh?!” You nod. “Stevie’s gonna have his fill and then it will be my turn. We’re gonna treat you so right Baby girl. You’d like that? Huh?!”

“Yes,” you moan. “Please Daddy?!”

Bucky growls low and captures your lips in a kiss as Steve spreads you open more, eating you out and slurping up your juices.

“This is supposed to be sweet and you want Daddy and Captain to come out and play?!” Bucky asks as he presses Steve’s head against yours harder.

“Yes!!” You cry, Steve pulls off and smirks up at you, his beard wet from you.

“You haven’t even cum yet Daisy and you’re dripping!” You whimper and nod. “Mmhmm fuck!” Steve shouts as he looks at your pussy, clenching around nothing. “And as much as I’d like to go all ‘Captain’ on you tonight, that’s not what this is. I want to dote on you all night. Make you a whining and dripping mess from how blissed out you are and you are begging for your husbands to stop giving you orgasm after orgasm.” Steve kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and claiming you once more. “How does that sound.” He smirks.

“Yes, Stevie. Please?!” You follow him up from Bucky’s lap and kiss him again. Throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your bare chest against his. Bucky boxes you in from behind and you whimper when his hands slip down your body, teasing your entrance before slipping two of his metal fingers inside. He curls them in the perfect spot bringing you close to the edge right then and there. “Oh Buck- Bucky!?! Mmhmmm yes!!” When he pulls his fingers from you, you whimper and cling to Steve while pushing your hips back to Bucky.

“I know, baby girl. Lay down and let Stevie get his fill.”

“Okay,” you whimper and Bucky smiles and kisses your cheek as he pulls you back between his legs. His hard cock pressed against your back and teasing you even more.

“Mmhmm wait!” You flip over on your belly and pull your knees under you. You scoot closer to Bucky and rest your head in the crook of his thigh. Pulling Bucky out of his boxers and taking him in your hand. “Okay, now go.” You smile. Steve and Bucky laugh.

“But poor Stevie! He isn’t getting anything!”

Bucky says. You give his tip kitten licks and he moans as his head falls back. “Ehhh never mind, Stevie will get his turn in a minute.” You giggle as you take his tip in your mouth and twirl your tongue around. “Mmhmm so good.” You smile up at him and Bucky about melts. “Tonight’s about you baby girl.” He moans and you start stroking him while you lick and suck his balls.

“I know, and I want to suck you off while I cum on Stevie’s face. Either of you have an issue with that?” You ask and look back at Steve he smirks and his answer is him leaning down and eating you out from behind. He spreads your cheeks as you slip Bucky in your mouth, he slips a finger inside side your pussy with no warning. You moan around Bucky and he fights the urge to shove your head down on his length. Steve plants a kiss against your ass cheeks and that’s the only warning your get before he is eating your ass as he fingers your pussy. He reaches forward and starts rubbing your clit as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot and you see stars.

“Oh Stevie!!” You scream as you pull off Bucky. You take your hand and start jerking him off as you gasp and try to catch your breath. “Yes!! Right there baby! Mmhmm fffuuuckkk!!” You scream as you squirt on Steve’s face and he keeps going. Your walls are clenching around his fingers as he keeps fucking you. Licking at your rim and moaning against your ass, Steve pushes his tongue against the muscle and it slowly starts to give way to him. Your eyes roll back as you feel the start of the stretch. “Mmhmm Stevie!!”

“You’re doing so well baby girl.” Bucky praise, bringing your attention back to him. You take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. Sucking him off just the way he likes. “Oh rr- right tthere- yyyeess!” Bucky moans as you tongue at his tip and his eyes roll back. You meet his gaze and nod as you grip his thighs. “You sure?” You nod. Bucky gathers your hair in his hands and places his hands on the back of your head, he then proceeds to fuck your face as Steve brings you over the edge again. “Yesyesyesyes!!! Fuck I’m gonna cum,baby girl!” That’s all the warning you get before Bucky is cumming down your throat. His taste is what sends you into bliss, squirting again and pushing back, riding Steve’s face. You are blissed out and are being moved around before you know it. Steve is kissing up your body, he tastes like you. Bucky is behind you, rubbing your arms and down your thighs. Steve kisses your forehead and waits for you to come down.

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“Hey,” he says and you giggle.

“Hi, wow that was a big one.” You joke.

“Yeah it was.” Bucky laughs and kisses you.

“Still more to come, you ready?” Steve asks and you nod. “Where do you want us?” You think for a minute and then look at them both.

“Bucky behind me, Stevie in front. I want you both to prep me though.” You say as you sit up. Steve smiles and kisses you.

“I’ll grab the lube.” Bucky offers as he climbs off the bed.

“Condoms?” Steve asks. You gently smile and shake your head. “You sure?” You nod.

“Okay, I mean it was a silly question cause we never use them anyway Nd you’re on Birth control but I still thought I’d ask.” You laugh and kiss him while you wait on Bucky.

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You find yourself on your belly again, ass in the air. Bucky is behind you and he is lubing up his fingers you look and see Steve laying back and watching. You smile and beckon him over. “You have zero refractory period, both of you.” Bucky and Steve smirk and blush. Bucky smacks your ass and you moan as you push back against him. “So get over here and give my mouth something to do while Bucky stretches me open. You’ll be hard again the minute you cum.” Steve laughs and agrees with a shrug. He sits on the bed and you position yourself the same way as before. You slowly suck Steve off as Bucky gently pushes a finger against your rim until the muscle finally gives in to the pressure. “Oh Bucky,” you whimper. Steve plays with your hair and the works you up and down his length as Bucky slips in another finger.

“Opening up so well, baby girl. Fuck, look at that and so tight!” He groans as he starts to scissor his fingers open.

“Yyyyeeesss!!!” Steve moans as you take him in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You swallow a couple times and as you do you takes your fingers and wet them with some of the drool and precum dripping from your mouth. You move and press your thumb against Steve’s hole and his eyes shoot open as he moans and spreads his legs wider. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck me!” You pull off and take a big breath, smiling up at him. You reach back and Bucky hands you the lube. You spread some on your fingers and take Steve back in your mouth as you play with his rim. “Oh please Daisy!?!” You push your finger in and search for that spot, you know the minute you find it. “Right there!! Yesyesyes!!!” You finger fuck that spot as Steve fucks your face. Bucky slips another finger in your ass as he brings his metal hand around and rubs his vibrating fingers over your clit. Your eyes roll back as you cum. Hard. Your moaning around Steve and the pressure on his prostate brings him over the edge and he cums down your throat. Bucky smirks down at you both and watches as you two write beneath him. He pulls his fingers out, lubes up his cock and slowly pushes in your ass as you are coming down from your high. You smile and whimper at the stretch, reaching back to hold Bucky’s hand as he bottoms out. You pull your fingers from Steve and Bucky decides to be a fucking tease as he leans forward and blows air over Steve’s tip “Oh Buck! Mmhmm” Steve moans from over sensitivity. Bucky smirks and pulls you up so your back is against his chest.

“Whenever you’re ready Stevie I got Daisy nice and wet for you.” He winks and Steve gives a weak and blissed smile. He takes a breath and calms down for a moment. Laying back and watching you and Bucky for a moment has him ready to go again in no time. Bucky moves you to straddle Steve and Steve bottoms out in your pussy.

“Oh Stevie! Yes baby,” you kiss him as Bucky starts to pull out and push back in. You start to ride Steve as Bucky begins to fuck your ass. Slowly building his rhythm and gripping your hips to thrust in harder. You whimper and lean back against Bucky, snapping your hips back against him. Steve sits up and starts kissing and bitting your neck. You wrap one arm around Steve’s neck to keep him close and one hand is wrapped around Bucky to grip the Back of his head and play with his hair. You feel them moving inside you, alternating thrusts and never leaving you empty. “Yes! Oh please! Mmhm I love you, I love you!! Mmhmmm” you moan as they both take over and let you relax in their arms. You balance on the edge of bliss as Steve slams against your sweet spot and Bucky’s hand reaches around and rubs your clit. “Stevie hold her up.” Steve does and Bucky takes his metal hand and makes his fingers vibrate before he presses them against your rim. “Cum for us, baby girl.” Bucky coos in your ear.

“Cum for your husbands, Daisy.” Steve whispers.

“Mmhmm make us proud, be our good little wife.” Bucky says as he nibbles on your ear and you whimper as their words tip you over the edge, you cum so hard you black out. You feel every moment of that breath taking orgasm and you feel your both your husbands cum deep inside you and then it’s just blissfulness and black.

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You wake up to Steve kissing your cheeks and Bucky wiping a warm, wet washcloth along your skin. “There she is,” Steve murmurs against you ear. “We were starting to worry.” He teases.

“Mmhmm I’m okay. Just exhausted.” You smile. “But oh so satis- oh mhmm Buck-“ Steve looks down and sees Bucky has decided the best way to clean you up is to eat you out.

“Really Buck?” Steve asks, laughing. Bucky pulls off with a pop and he smirks.

“Yeah, I never got a chance to taste my Doll.” He is gentle and slow about it but he has absolutely no issue bringing you over the edge.

“Bucky!” You moan as you arch your back, cumming in his mouth. He drinks it all up, as happy as can be.

“Best taste ever.” He moans as he licks you clean and then sits up. Bucky takes the rag and wipes your thighs and along your center. Your puffy and swollen, but the warmth and Bucky’s hand feels so good.

“Careful Buck, she might start riding your hand if you keep that up.” Steve teases and you blush as he leans down and kisses you. “Let’s get showered and get to bed, huh?” You agree.

“You two go on, I’m gonna change the sheets and then I’ll join you.” Bucky says. He kisses you and then squeezes Steve’s shoulder as he passes by.

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The water is warm and you let it pour over your body, humming at the slight sting it brings to your skin. “Daisy, you’re gonna melt.” Steve pokes your side as he reaches and turns the hot water down a bit. You laugh and turn around into his arms. You gaze up at him and melt. This man before you who chose you, who never hurts you, who takes every moment he has to tell you how much he adores you. You pull him down and into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. “Mhmm Daisy- we- mhmm”

“Shhhh. I just want to spend time with my Husband. The one who made me a wife and demands I am treated as such.” Steve tears up a little.

“I just want the best for you, Daisy.” Steve’s voice breaks a little as he talks. You nod and pull him closer, kissing his deeply as you grind against his abs. “Mmhmm fuck- you wanna?” You whimper and nod, deepening the kiss as you push your tongue against his lips, urging for access. “Okay,” Steve moans, opening his mouth and you claim him as yours. Steve reaches down and adjusts himself so his tip is at your entrance. Slowly he pushes in and you gasp in his mouth.

“Yes, Stevie!” You smile and lean back, Steve moves to the wall to brace you. He pistons his hips back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time. “Right there baby, mmhmm yyyeeesss!!” You cum around him quickly, milking him through his high. You smile a dirty little smile when you feel him cum deep inside you. Steve catches his breath and rests his head against your breast. When Steve looks up and sees your dirty gaze, he laughs and kisses you.

“Feel so full, huh baby?” You bite your lip and nod. Steve grinds up into you again. Smirking and squeezing your ass.

“Good. I love it when you’re dripping.” Steve rubs his finger against your entrance gathering his spend. He then does the same with your ass. He brings his fingers to your lips and you happily open up.

“Good girl, lick em clean.” He praises as he murmurs darkly as your tongue licks the cum off his fingers. “How do your husbands taste, baby?” You make a show of it, rolling your eyes back and moaning around his fingers before pulling off with a pop.

“So good, Stevie. Just what I needed.” You smile and kiss him. He pulls out and puts you down, kissing your forehead before he moves to actually start showering. Bucky joins you two.

“Hey, took you long enough.” You pull Bucky into your arms and kiss him. “I got the sheets changed and the room cleaned up. Then I wanted to give you two a moment alone.” He kisses you. “Did you enjoy it?” You nod and giggle.

“I did, very much.” You kiss him and then whisper. “You’ll get your moment too. Soon I promise.” Bucky smiles and kisses your nose.

“I’m not worried, baby girl.” He kisses you and then gives your ass a spank. “Now let us get our dirty girl cleaned up, huh?!” He backs you up into the water flow and into Steve. You giggle and lean back while pulling Bucky forward.

“I love you both, so much.” You look at Bucky and then look back at Steve.

“We love you too, Daisy.” Steve says before he kisses you and then looks at Bucky. “And we love you.” Steve says as he squeezes Bucky’s shoulder, you kiss his chest and then look back at Steve. Bucky leans forward and gives a little kiss to Steve’s forehead. It’s actually kind of cute. You giggle and lean back into Steve.

“And we love you, Stevie.” Bucky says.

The shower is fast because of how tired you three are. Bucky washes your hair as Steve washes Bucky’s. They both wash your body and then you tag team with the other to wash both of them. When you are done you are warm are tucked into a clean bed with your two super soldiers and nothing could be better.

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The next few days feel a little weird. Ransom keeps his distance and Steve and Bucky are extra clingy. Touching you, pulling you close, making sure you know how loved you are. It makes you melt and you couldn’t ask for more. Christmas comes and you have a big gift exchange with the whole house. The gifts are sweet and you can tell everyone actually tried this year. Beats the year Jake gave you a book on ‘How to build a bomb’. You said thanks and promptly tossed it in the donate pile when you got back to your room. Mainly because you have Bucky and he definitely knows how to build one if you ever needed to. But the thought was there and that was nice of Jake. This year he just gave everyone in the house something explicitly from their list. Ari got everyone a gift from whatever’s country he had been to lately, and Jefferson made everyone new jackets. It was a wonderful Christmas. Steve pulls you and Bucky to the side and hands you both a little box. Inside is a new ring and a new vibranium Rolex with the date of the wedding etched on it.

“I felt it was about time I did this.” He smiles.

Bucky pulls out the watch and tear up a little.

“Did you-“ he asks.

“Yeah, I had shuri send some with a guard to the Rolex factory. Used the Vibranium and made one that wouldn’t react or mess with your arm. That way you can wear it. I know to help with questions and stuff you don’t wear a ring but-“ Steve is suddenly being kissed. Bucky pulls away and Steve blushes. “Well, I’m glad you like it, Buck.” Bucky nods and puts the watch on.

“I was wondering where my wedding band had run off too! I was too scared to tell you two that I had lost it!” You slip your pretty ring on. You have the engagement ring from Steve and Steve’s original wedding band, the engagement ring from Bucky and the wedding band from the wedding. Each of them complimenting each other and marking a completed stack. Thankfully Steve started the thin band trend when you two first got engaged or else you’d have to wear some on your left hand and some on your right. Though most days you just wear the wedding band from the joint wedding.

“Thank you, Stevie. It’s wonderful.” You give him a kiss. You look at Bucky and nod.

“Well our gift to you is,” Bucky pauses for dramatic effect before handing Steve an envelope. Steve laughs as he opens it and then he begins to tear up.

“Wait really?” Steve asks and looks between you two. You nod and he smiles as he pulls you both into a hug.

“I think it’s what we deserve right?! A late honeymoon in Wakanda. Away from the world and from all the missions. Just us three.” Bucny explains and Steve nods.

“Yes, god yes. Thank you both so much.” He kisses you and then pulls Bucky into a hug, kissing his forehead as he pulls back.

“Merry Christmas, Stevie.” You lean against him and he holds you tight. Out of the corner of your eye you see Ransom shifting around. He looks between all the couples gathered around and he looks so defeated. You look up at Steve and then Bucky, they both shrug and look back at you.

“It’s up to you, Daisy. If you want to, you can.” Steve whispers and you hold him tighter before letting go and crossing the room to Ransom.

“Hey Ransom.” You say politely.

“Daisy Mae,” he says sweetly. His face goes soft and he looks at his feet before saying, “I’ve missed you.” You pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek.

“I’ve missed you too, Ransom.” You say as you rub his back.

“I’m sorry, Daisy.” Ransom says softly into the crook of your neck. You hold him tighter.

“I forgive you.”

The week between Christmas and New Years Eve is a blur. Honestly you didn’t leave the house much. You spent some time with Jefferson, helping him get ready for his hearing.

“No not the blue, the purple looks better.” You say as he switches jackets.

“I don’t know, Bunny. Is the purple too flashy for court?!” Jefferson asks worried.

“I think it’s perfect!

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You spend some much needed time with Ari “Daze, damn when did you learn to do that?!” Ari says out of breath. You smirk and stand up.

“Bucky taught me.” You give Ari a hand and pull him up too. You had just laid him out on his ass. He asked to mess around a little bit you offered to spar Instead. He happily took you up on it.

“Well damn, maybe I need to train with Bucky. Although your pretty ass is much more fun to have in my face.” He teases S he gives your ass a squeeze. You laugh and squeeze his back.

“I don’t know, Bucky’s ass is good enough to eat.” You wink and Ari laughs and shakes his head.

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You even spend time with Ransom, playing with his hair and letting him find comfort in you in a nonsexual way. You aren’t entirely ready to have him back in your bed yet so this is a close second.

“Thank you Daisy Mae. I know I’m difficult.” He mumbles. You smile and keep playing with his hair.

“It’s okay, Ransom. I don’t mind a challenge.” You tease and Ransom lightly laughs.

“As long as you know it’s gonna be a challenge.” He looks up at you, there is a hint of sadness in his eyes. He knows he is challenging and he hopes that doesn’t push you away. He hopes it doesn’t push the others away either.

“I know, Ransom. I’m still here, aren’t I?” He gently smiles and settles his head back down in your lap.

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That night you decide to stay in. Jake and Precious were off at a party but decided to cut it short and head home. In passing you heard Jake say something about ‘banging into the new year’. Dutchess, Frank and Winter spend it on Frank’s boat. Ari and Jefferson have some drinks and then head to bed. Ari’s excuse is ‘he is too old for all that’, Bucky and Steve are sure to let him know that he is in fact a baby compared to them. So that leaves you three and Ransom. You get champagne and glasses, Bucky has made some fresh desserts, Steve has the ball drop on and Ransom sits on the couch waiting. You settle next to him Bucky and Steve on the other side. You spend the next few minutes talking about the past year.

“No seriously who is that in the basement?! He’s been here since I got here!” Ransom asks Steve and Bucky.

“You’ll find out when you need to know.” Bucky answers. You laugh and pat Ransoms cheek. You laugh over the memories of the year, some good, some sad. As it gets closer to midnight everyone starts to appear. Jake and Precious emerge from their room, looking very happy.

“Awww couldn’t make it till midnight, bud?” Bucky teases and Jake laughs and then tosses a pillow at him. Jake teases back.

“Couldn’t get it up in time for midnight, old man?” Bucky laughs loudly and starts to stand up.

“No! No demonstrations.” You and Steve are talking and pulling him to sit back down. Jake walks over and pats Bucky’s back and they have a good laugh. Jake looks at Steve and nods, Steve reaches back and they do their secret handshake, it’s a secret because it’s so complicated that no one else could remember it. Ari and Jefferson pull themselves from their beds at the sound of the laughter and Dutchess, Frank, and Winter walk in right at the countdown. The drinks are poured and everyone is standing up waiting. You look around and get a little teary eyed. All these people from different backgrounds and walks of life, together and finding healing one day at a time. You raise your glass and everyone follows.

10

9

8

“To growth and healing in the new year.” You say.

7

6

5

4

“To growth and healing!” Everyone toasts.

“3. 2. 1! Happy New year!!” You all cheer. You kiss Steve and then Bucky. They turn to each other and share a rare, public kiss. You turn and kiss Ransom and he smiles sweetly. Ari leans against the doorway and smirks at you, once you pull away from Steve and Bucky you make your way to him. He wraps you up and gives you a gentle kiss before giving your ass a smack. You gasp and he laughs. “First ass smack of the new year! Game on boys!” Bucky and Steve look and then start bickering with each other.

“Why didn’t you-“

“I thought you would-“

“Well I thought he’d give us at least a moment-”you look at Ari and shake your head

“Always causing trouble.” You tease.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. All I know is I am in the lead again.” He kisses you and you pat his cheek. You walk over to Jefferson

“Happy New Year, Kitten.” You kiss him and he holds you tight.

“Happy New Year, Bunny.” He smacks your ass and you laugh. “Watch out boys, you are already behind!”

“What’s happening?!” Ransom asks. Precious laughs and starts to explain.

“The month of January Daisy’s boys compete to see who can get the most ass smacks in.” Ransom laughs. “Whoever wins gets a night away with Daisy.”

“Obviously the boys made it up!” You chime in and walk back to Bucky and Steve.

“Ass smacks during sex don’t count cause no one wants to sit and verify each one.” Jake explains and Precious gives him a look. “What? I was just helping explain.” She laughs and kisses his head.

“So right now Daisy’s husbands are in last place with zero and Ari and Jefferson are tied with 1.” Dutchess explains.

“What stops someone from just sitting there and wailing on your ass?” Ransom asks you.

“Because if the smack hurts then you get negative points.” You look at Bucky who shrugs.

“You say it was a scream but I know in fact it was a moan,” he kisses your cheek, “and you liked it. A lot.” Bucky looks at Ransom “I was in the lead last year but I went a little too hard with my metal hand and ended up losing to Ari.” Bucky shoots him a look and he smirks.

“Well, I want in!” Ransom says. You laugh and the others groan.

“You can join Ransom, don’t listen to them. They are just mad that have more competition.” You kiss his cheek and he actually blushes. For his own sake no one mentions it although Jake definitely nudges Precious to point it out. She pays his cheek and rests her head on his shoulder.

“Well as fun as this was,” Frank stands up, “I’m gonna take my wife and her lover to bed.” He pulls Dutchess up with him and Winter follows. “Happy New year, everyone.” He looks down at Dutchess and smiles. “We love you all.” Jake calls after them.

“Love you too!!” He looks at Precious and whispers “he said he loved us.” She laughs and nods, taking his hand and dragging Nd very happy and enthusiastic Jake back to the bedroom. Ari kisses you goodnight and so does Jefferson. Steve and Bucky signal to you that they are headed to bed, you know they will get started without you and you don’t mind one bit walking in on that scene. You blow them kisses and watch them walk away. All that’s left is you and Ransom, you walk over and pull him closer.

“Happy new year, Ransom.” You kiss him.

“Happy New Year, Daisy.” His eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and then back again. He kisses you once more before he whispers against your lips. “I will be better, I promise. I’m trying.” You rub his cheek.

“I know, Ransom. You’re doing great.” You smile sweetly at this moment, just the two of you, in the silence of the night. What breaks the silence is the sound of Ransom’s hand slapping your ass. He smirks.

“I said Will be. I am still a brat after all.” He winks and heads off to bed. You make sure all the doors are locked and the alarm is on. You turn off the lights and head back to the bedroom to squish yourself between your two sexy husbands. As you get closer to the door you hear them, they definitely already started. You smirk and open the door, this is such a good way to start the new year.

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'Tis the damn season- Sirius Black

If I wanted to know Who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would've asked you It's the kind of cold Fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you

She felt weird being there, an intense feeling of guilt. She hadn't meant to leave. Really, it was the last thing on her mind at first. But everything felt claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in on her. Things with Sirius were in a weird place and really she wasn't 100% sure how to handle it. Then, all of a sudden, she had this job offer. It was temporary, 6 months in New York and she needed something that felt new and alive and she wanted to be far away from Sirius. Now everything had changed because 5 years later and she still lived an ocean away. 

Remus was a teacher now. Lily and James were married with a kid and trying for another. Marlene was thinking about filing for divorce. 

They weren't kids anymore. They were in their mid 20's. 

She was home for Christmas. She didn't have family in New York nor England, but as they had every year prior Lily and James demanded she spend the holiday at their place. 

"God I'm so glad you're here!" Lily is squealing, arms flung around her friend in the busy airport. Little Harry, who's 4 now is clinging to his godmothers leg with gleeful giggles 

"Hey Lils," She smiles, a soft smile, as she returns the hug. Leaning down to pick Harry up "How's my little trouble maker?" She questions, propping the dark haired boy on her hip as she grabs her suitcase, listening to the child's babble and responding when needed as her and Lily make their way to the Potter's car. 

Harry is babbling excitedly from the backseat, about father christmas and presents and chocolate, as Lily attempts to join the stream of traffic leaving the car park

"James is so sorry he couldn't come with us to pick you up, he got called into work last minute," Lily apologises as they start the hour long drive back to her home. 

"Prongs knows I don't mind Lils, and so do you. Just grateful to have somewhere to spend Christmas," 

"And you should know we would never let you spend it alone," Lily reminds, her friend smiling softly. 

"I do know that," She reassures. It was true. She'd grown up next door the Potter family, so inevitably James was one of her best friends. When they both made Gryffindor they stuck together, as everyone who knew them expected. They had their little group which eventually adopted her dorm mates, Lily, Dorcas and Marlene after Lily and Severus stopped speaking. 

It had been content, the war was fought and they survived.

 The friendships survived too for the most part the only lingering awkwardness being the one shared by her and Sirius. They never dated, technically, but they were in love. Utterly deeply in love. They had been since they were 15 and though they never actually confessed it, never allowed their friendship to blossom into something more, they both knew it. Sirius was her first kiss, her first time. He took her to dances and picked her up from class and she painted his quidditch number on her cheek for each game and stroked his hair. It wasn't a relationship, but in all ways but labels it was, which led to inevitable drama. It was unsustainable but nothing changed, they both knew it was why she left.  

"You can ask y'know," Lily comments, eyes ever so briefly flickering to glance at her friend knowing the thoughts in her mind.

"Don't think I wanna know the answer," She shrugs, glancing out of the window. "Is he gonna- y'know," She trails off embarrassed to admit seeing him again had been on the forefront of her mind. 

"Yeah he's spending the holidays too," Lily confirms, watching as her friend nods and knowing better than to ask her what she's thinking.

"Is he..." She trails off not entirely awkwardly, Lily glances at her intense eyes and a knowing smirk "Does he. I- A date? Is he bringing someone of the holidays?" She lets the question spill out 

"No," Lily informs simply, she doesn't offer anything else, changing the conversation quickly. 

There's an ache in you Put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me

She'd known she was going to see him, with Lily's confirmation in her mind. She didn't know though, how she felt about it. Excited and nervous all at once, would he hate her? would he have moved on? Just because he wasn't bringing someone for the holidays didn't mean he didn't have someone.

She hadn't expected though,  to see him quite so quickly. The car pulls into the drive and she knows immediately that he's there, motorbike tucked at the end of the drive way and the door is being pulled open by him. His hair is a little longer, though she hadn't seen him since last Christmas so she could have predicted that. He's clad in a warm looking jumper and some sweatpants, clearly cozy inside the comforting home. 

"There's my little man!" He's cheering, wide grin, as he rushes to open a giggling Harry's car door, quickly fetching the child from his car seat and lifting him into a tight hug. 

She wonders, briefly, if he was concentrating on not letting his eyes fall to her, or if maybe that magnetising need to look at each other wasn't there anymore. For him at least. She still can't imagine a view on earth she'd rather look at than that of Sirius Black. 

"Thought you were coming tonight?" Lily questions, she's helping the girl with her bags but her eyes are watching Sirius, watching as he seems adamant on not looking at the girl who's staring at him so desperately Lily thinks she looks as if she could combust. 

"Regulus' new girlfriend is a bore," Sirius shrugs, he knows he should greet her, that it's awkward not too, after all they are spending the next week in the same house. But he doesn't want to be the first to say something. He didn't leave. He didn't not return any calls.

"Hi Sirius," Her voice is timid and as much as he's glad to hear it, to see she's here, she's here and well and not got some boyfriend to spend her holidays with he hates it. Hates that she is reserved around him now. 

"Hey, good flight?"

"Fine, crying baby but no turbulence," 

"That's good then, aside from the crying obviously," he feels like an idiot the second the words have left his mouth

"Yeah," 

"Cool," he wants to curse whoever has decided now would be a good time to  remove every word he has ever known from his mind and leave him a boring, lifeless shell. 

"What about you? How was Regulus?" 

"Fine got a new girlfriend,"

"Heard she's a bore," The girl jokes and Sirius smiles, a real smile. Wondering, for a moment, when he last didn't have to force a smile. 

It's then that Harry begins to whine, Lily swooping in to get him inside and get him a snack. The small moment effectively ruined.  

So we could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown

The house is cold, it hadn't been the whole evening, upstairs and tucked in the spare bed she hadn't been. James had insisted she take the guest room. He'd assured time and time again that Remus and Sirius didn't mind her having it. Remus was going to have a blow up bed in the office and Sirius was taking the couch. She had consistently tried to take either sleeping situation, feeling bad to be the one taking the bed. The offer was refused. 

She's humming softly, some Christmas song that had been stuck in her head for days having heard it so many times recently. Her hands make light work of pouring milk into a pan, the lights in the kitchen set to dim. 

"Let me guess, hot chocolate?" His voice is velvety, not at all laced with sleep. She wonders if he was laid awake too, thinking about how she was directly above him, so close yet impossibly far. 

He had been. 

"You know me too well," She agrees, voice soft. She doesn't turn around, feels almost embarrassed to be clad in reindeer print pj bottoms and some old jumper she'd had forever. 

"You just haven't changed since we were eleven," He returns, leaning on the door frame. 

"You want one?" She asks, moving towards the fridge to take out the milk once more. 

"I got it," He announces. She nods, lets him cross the room to take out the milk, instead taking out another mug, and dumping 2 tablespoons of hot chocolate powder into it.

He arrives by her side, placing the milk down alongside a can of whipped cream. 

"Pretty sure that's for Harry's special christmas eve hot chocolate, the one with a flake and marshmallows and smarties," She comments, her tone is soft, the adoration she has for the child evident. 

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Sirius shrugs, he watches as she carefully adds more milk to the stove, "Just promise you won't tell on me yeah?" 

"Your secret's safe with me," She confirms, she looks at him then. For the first time since he entered the room. He's already looking at her. With a look she can't read and so much intensity she wonders if anyone has ever looked at her like that before. He looks beautiful though, glowing in the soft lighting of the room. 

"Y'know, I still do this every time I can't sleep," She informs him, eyes sincere and voice quiet, almost lost in the night. 

He knows what she's trying to say. It had started when they were kids, he'd found her in the common room late at night on the second day of school. They'd spoken a little, but she'd stuck to James like glue, quiet when he wasn't by her side. She'd looked at him, wide glassy eyes. He'd asked what was wrong and she'd whispered to him about feeling like she was never going to belong in Gryffindor, not even at Hogwarts. He'd comforted her, wiped her tears away and helped her sneak to the kitchens, acting confident when in reality he'd never done it before either. He'd made the hot chocolate and she'd sat on a counter, he made her laugh and she suddenly felt like maybe everything would work out, like she might belong here after all. 

It had become ritualistic for them. If one of them was sad they'd sneak to the kitchens and make hot chocolates and vent and cheer each other up. 

Her first break up. 

His bad fight with James. 

Her dad passing. 

His parents. 

The war. 

"I do too," He'd said quietly. Looking away now, almost like her words had hurt him even though it was the last thing she intended to do. "Milk's done," He adds, he wanted to leave the room, he was scared. Scared if he stood there, looking at her all domestic and cosy and glowing and beautiful, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge he'd been fighting since she climbed out of the car that morning. 

I parked my car Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run but only so far I escaped it too Remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you It's okay with me

Her legs are curled under lap, almost cat like in the large arm chair. Remus in next to her, sprawled across the sofa with the crossword of the day from some muggle paper in his hands. 

She has one too, in her lap, though she's hardly looking.

"Ok, I'm at a wall. Trade me," Remus announces, leaning across to hand her the paper he had been working on 

"Huh?"

"Trade me?" He questions, eyebrows furrowing at her despondent face.

"Right," She nods, switching papers with him. 

He looks at her crossword, hardly started and suddenly he feels bad. 

"You okay?" He asks, he glances out of the window she's clearly looking out of. Sirius is out there, leather jacket and a loose scarf. He's laughing, head thrown back and eyes crinkled. Helping Harry, who Lily had bundled up extra tight, to build a snowman. 

"Fine," She confirms, pulling her eyes away from Sirius to look at her friend. 

"I can only imagine how hard this is for you," Remus says gently

"I'm okay," She shrugs. Remus nods, not sure what to say. It felt like a theme recently. In the 24 hours she'd been there Lily, James and Remus had all struggled. Not sure what to say to either of their friends. They clearly missed each other, clearly pined for each other. Yet, neither of them was doing anything about it, neither of them even wanted to talk about it. 

"You know he never wanted kids," She speaks quietly, head motioning outside. "It was weird. I always thought he'd be a great dad. Still, think he would. I just- I guess I got it. His parents were-well, y'know- and I understood him not wanting to repeat that, thinking he'd be like him, his dad I mean. He wouldn't though. He'd have been a good dad. Still could be I guess," 

"I think so too," Remus confirms, eyes traveling to watch his friend as he helps Harry to roll a head for his snowman.

"I get that he was scared, just think it's a shame," She comments. She turns back to her crossword, to Remus' familiar scrawl. She'd said too much, she didn't want to put anyone in the middle of things.

"You're wrong," Remus speaks, still watching Sirius

"How so?" 

"He wanted kids. He talked about it a bit," Remus explains, watching as she turns to look at him face contort with confusion, "Said he wanted them after the war.  A boy first, then a girl,"

"He'd be a good girl dad," 

"Didn't seem to care too much," Remus shrugs, "He just wanted a family. Everyone to be happy and healthy and safe. Said he wanted a daughter cause he thought she'd look like you," 

"Me?" 

"Who else would he have had this fictitious family with?" Remus shrugs 

"Sirius didn't want to settle down, we all knew that," 

"If you'd asked he would have done,"

"Remus-" She sighs

"You know I'm right. He'd have done anything you asked," 

"That's not fair, I wasn't even his girlfriend," 

"Sorry. I'm not trying to put anything on you. I'm just saying, he would have done anything you asked. Think he probably still would," 

"I asked him to be my boyfriend. He said no," She states simply. She'd asked too early, that's what Sirius had always said. To ask right before a war was starting, when their lives were so imminently in danger. The label would make something happening to either of them so much worse, it's what he'd said when he rejected her.

Remus wants to say that if she'd asked again, asked after the war, that Sirius would have said yes. That he'd have married her on the spot if it's what she'd wanted. That Sirius had told him that the day before she left. But Remus decides it's not fair to put that on her. She left and Sirius stayed and either one of them could have changed everything. 

"Let's talk about something else," Remus decides.

We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now

Lily was stressed, that much was clear. Her hair was messy and Harry was whining on her hip. The kitchen a mess around her. James wasn't much better. Somewhere outside with Remus and Sirius, a desperate attempt to try and construct the goddamn gazebo. 

"Lil, everything okay?" Her friends voice speaks from the doorway 

"Oh hey, I didn't hear you get back," Lily speaks, her voice a little quick and eyes wide as she turns around, Harry starts to let out a whine and Lily's eyes screw shut. 

Her friend is quick, reaching out to the toddler and distracting him quickly when she passes him his dinosaur toy from the kitchen counter. "What can I do?" 

"Remind me to never listen to James and agree to host a stupid Christmas Eve party next year?" Lily questions, she's moving quickly back to the counter. Stirring the chocolate that's melting in a pan for dessert, momentarily abandoning the vegetables she had been cutting. 

"Okay, and for right now?" 

"I hate food cooked with magic, but this is hard and I have a thousand things to do and no time and-" Lily complains, eyes starting to turn glassy 

"Lily, sweetheart, you are gonna be fine. Delegate okay? I chop a mean carrot," 

"No, you're a guest and-" 

"Lil, what do you need?" 

"Can you run to the supermarket?" 

"Done," The girl nods, scribbling the list Lily recites onto an old envelope 

"Take one of the boys with you, there's going to be a million bags," Lily instructs, pointing out her car keys as she turns back to her food prep "You're the best," She calls after her friend. 

The silence in the car is awkward, they both hate it, because before all of this silence between them was never anything but comfortable. She has so much she wants to say and he does too, yet neither of them can even begin to find the words they would need. 

"Got a lot to get?" Sirius questions from the passenger seat, fingers tapping anxiously at his thigh. 

"There's a list in my bag," The girl answers, suddenly questioning if she'd come off blunt, she hadn't intended to. 

"Can I?" He questions, head tilting to the tote bag on the back seat, unaware whether they were at an appropriate level to go  rifling through each others bags.

"Sure," She agrees, he leans back, grabbing the bag and pulling it onto his lap. 

He rifles through the bag for the list, trying to ignore the de ja vu the bag causes, her essentials the same as they were in her high school bag. 

"You're a shit driver y'know?" he teases, looking up from the list when she takes a turn much too quickly, jolting him in his seat 

"Maybe I had a really bad teacher," She shrugs in response, they both find their minds running to the summer Sirius had taught her to drive, her home opposite the Potter's allowing them to hang out every vacation. 

"At some point you can't teach someone, trust me I tried," 

"You gave up,"

"Well at the time I was a glorified taxi service,"

"I'd say private chauffeur," She corrects, he smiles lightly 

"I'm driving home," 

"Okay," 

Time flies Messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown

The black dress sparkles a little in the light of the guest room, ending at her thighs and tight to her body she turns a little in the mirror, she was running a little late but it had taken forever to get her hair to fall right. 

She thought maybe she'd dragged out getting ready a little too long. The party had started downstairs, there was so many people. People from school. People she didn't know, new friends and colleagues. Her friends, all of them. Yet it was daunting. She thinks maybe it was the thought of Sirius, Sirius all dressed up because she just knew he'd look perfect. Sirius flirting with some girl he'd invited, or one of James' colleagues or someone from school. 

She'd been drinking wine as she got ready, something she'd done to ease her nerves but now she almost regretted. Feeling a little tipsy and overly emotional, the idea of watching Sirius with someone else left her feeling a white hot anger in her very soul. A feeling she knew was incredibly unjustified, yet she couldn't push it away. 

It's why, as she walked into the decorated living room, bee lining to Marlene, who was squealing at the sight of her well missed friend, she was glad to see Sirius was in the corner of the room playing with Harry.

She spends hours catching up with friends, making polite chit chat with people from distant memories, smiling and exchanging pleasantries with strangers. She allows some guy from Lily's work to flirt with her but doesn't give anything back. 

 She watches Sirius from afar. He looks beautiful, so utterly beautiful. He's dressed in a white shirt that's tight around his form, the top few buttons undone and his blazer abandoned somewhere. 

He spends as much of his night as he possibly can with Harry, staying with the kid until he's tucking the sleeping boy into his bed. Partly because he firmly believes Lily and James deserve a night off, partly because it's the perfect alibi. 

After that Sirius tries to float, doing little jobs to help things run smoothly and using a plethora of excuses to excuse himself from conversations. He feels rude, particularly to a girl from school who he is sure is nervous to approach him. He isn't rude. But he thinks maybe it comes off that way. 

He's not sure is it's just that it hurts to see her so okay, head back laughing with her friends. Or maybe it's just how drained he's felt all day. 

He grabs a bottle of champagne and his blazer, sneaking outside and to sitting on the floor round the side of the house. Out of sight from any windows. He digs through his blazer pocket for a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, a habit he's been trying to drop but honestly was struggling with. 

Its 5 minutes of silence before he is the slight click of heels on the floor. He holds his breath, hoping to not be found. She rounds the corner and he exhales. Feeling less drained just at the sight of her. 

"Got a light?" She questions, Sirius nods and watches as she crosses towards him, cigarette in one hand and glass of champagne in the other. She holds the cigarette out to him and he lights it for her. "Mind if I sit? Or I can go smoke in the back garden and we can both pretend the other person isn't out here?" 

"Sit," He says simply, she nods, sitting next to him on the cold ground, Remus had shovelled snow all afternoon. "Since when did you smoke?"  

"Since 2 years ago, I had some project due at work and I was crazy stressed. Some guy I work with offered me one and I accepted. Stupid looking back," She informs simply.

"It's bad for you," 

"I've been telling you that since we were 17," She reminds

"Been trying to quit," He admits, watching her as she stares at him. Her eyes are slightly hazy, he can see she's drank a little too much but she's holding herself together gracefully. 

"That's good. I have too,"

"Good," He nods, he watches as she inhales and exhales and sips her champagne. 

"Why are you out here?" 

"It was too much in there," Sirius admits, she nods in quiet understanding 

"I get that," 

"You always did. Get me," He sighs, almost wishfully 

"I guess so," 

"Do you regret leaving?" He asks. He thinks maybe he shouldn't. That come morning maybe he'll regret it. But there's something about the way she looks in the moonlight. The way she's been looking at him since she came outside, and how it's the same way she's always looked at him. 

"I'm really proud of my career. I wouldn't have it if I had stayed," She's careful in her words, he can see her thinking about them before she speaks

"Right." He nods, her words in his mind are a polite rejection. 

Sleep in half the day Just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait If you don't ask me to stay

"Merry Christmas!" James' voice is loud as he enters the guest bedroom, flipping the light on without a care in the world

"I hate you," She states simply, they grew up together and James really was the closest thing she had to a brother. He smirks watching as she uses the thick sage green bedding to cover her eyes from the light.

"I know. Haz wants you to come downstairs so we can do gifts," 

"What time is it?"

"6. He's been up since 4," James informs, she pulls the duvet down from her face to see him leaning in the door way 

"Fine," She agrees stretching a little before clambering from the bed. The matching Christmas pjs Lily had purchased for everyone bunched up a little. 

"Hey, you doing okay? With Sirius I mean," James' voice drops low as he asks, eyes scanning the landing behind him briefly

"I'm fine," She can tell from the look on his face he doesn't believe her "Promise," 

"Mooney said he saw you guys sneaking back into the house last night. At the party," she hates the way his voice sounds hopeful

"We were both having a smoke James. It's nothing," 

"Thought you were quitting,"

"You sound like your mother,"

"Harsh! Go downstairs already woman," James teases, his tone light as he shoves her playfully on her way past him. 

Lily makes mimosas and the group of friends share easy laughs as the day passes by, gifts exchanged and Harry smothered with love and attention. She decides it's the easiest day, people are distracted enough in the festivities the Potters have planned to not spend the whole day worrying about her and Sirius.

Without eyes on them they both find it easier to talk, they share whispered jokes and his dizzying beauty seems softer when he's smiling at her as they peel veg together. 

"Lil I'm serious, go play with James and Harry. We can handle veg duty," She's determined in the way she gently pushes the girl through the archway into the kitchen. 

"Thankyou sweetie," Lily is beaming, looking between her friend and Sirius's back knowingly before shooting her friend a knowing wink. "Rem, come with!" She calls as she retreats to the living room. Remus does as told, but not before giving Sirius a pointed look, one that screams 'SAY SOMETHING'. 

"I've got the potatoes if you've got the carrots," Sirius offers

"Sounds good," She confirms, fluffy socks pattering on the floor as she takes her place beside him at the oak counter. 

"When are you flying back to New York?" 

"The 28th, I promised Mitch I'd be back in time for his birthday stroke crazy new years party," 

"That's fun," Sirius is lying. Nothing about what she just said is fun. It's the opposite. He has three more days before she's an ocean away all over again. She's rushing home, not staying for new years like she has every other year for some guy.

 That's the least fun of all, Mitch. Who the fuck is Mitch? Sirius is racking his memories, in all the awkward Christmases they'd shared since she left she's never once mentioned a Mitch. 

She sees the question in his eyes but doesn't say anything else. She's about to, truly she is, until the song playing through the small radio changes. 

"Oh my god it's my favourite Christmas song!" She's beaming, dropping the carrot and knife she's holding and rushing to turn the music up. 

He smiles gently, watching as she begins to dance around the kitchen. Red tartan pyjamas and the knit jumper Remus gifted her, he can't stop his mind from running to all the summer holidays they'd make breakfast together in the Potter's kitchen and she'd dance around. 

"God, you still can't dance," He teases, gentle smile 

"Shut up and dance with me!" She demands, she stretching an arm out to him and fuck he wishes he knew how to say no to her. 

They jump around and sing along, hands linked together as he twirls her around the room, hearts beaming and flooding the room with laughter. 

The song ends and she's breathless, chest to chest, so close to each other. 

"Mitch?" He can't help the question, not when he's so close to her, not when it's taking everything in him not to lean down and kiss her

"He's gay." 

"Oh,"

"There's no one else for me," She says it quietly, hands dropping his and looking down to her feet, almost embarrassed to admit it 

His hand shoots up, cupping her cheek gently and forcing her to look at him 

"Me either," He reassures, voice smooth and soft. 

So I'll go back to LA And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

James Potter can make a kick-ass espresso martini. It wasn't new information, he always made cocktails in the evening on Christmas. The rest of the inner friend group (the other girls from the dorm at school) and their spouses would come over, they would play stupid games and listen to the music they grew up on and the parents would take it in turns to check on Neville and Harry who by this point would be sound asleep in Harry's space themed bedroom. 

Lily had gawped with wide eyes when she'd chosen the seat next to Sirius at Christmas dinner. Remus almost choked on his carrot when Sirius had ever so casually wrapped his arm around her at the table and she had leaned into his touch   Marlene had been shooting her friend knowing looks all night, eyebrows raised in question at the way she'd been perched on the arm of his arm chair the whole night. 

Nothing had happened. Not really. But something in the air had changed, something in the way he was looking at her was different, the longing glances had lost their sadness. 

The night ends slowly, Marlene and Dorcas wander out into the night. Alice heads to where James had pulled out the sofa bed in the office. Lily leaves having checked on the kids one last time. 

She's the next to head to bed, acutely aware of the sound of Sirius behind her on the stairs even though he's been sleeping downstairs the whole trip. 

"What are you doing up here?" She whispers the question in the hallway as Sirius arrives on the landing. 

"I wanted to say night," He whispers back, he looks too pretty. The warm lighting from the downstairs light makes him almost glow and he has a drunken grin on his face. She's no better, her eyes glassy from one too many of those damned martinis. 

"You said night downstairs," She counters, he rolls his eyes fond gentle  smile as he tucks her hair behind her ear. 

"I'm glad you're here," 

"Me too," She confirms it quietly "Look forward to getting to see you, talk to you all year." He doesn't know if the light blush on her cheeks is from the alcohol or the whispered confession. 

"Doesn't have to just be at Christmas y'know? You could call, visit even. I really miss you," He isn't shy in his confession. He'd scream it from the rooftops if it meant she might be a part of his life again for more than just the holidays. 

"Sirius," Her voice is soft, he's too close. He is so close and she feels overwhelmed by him, drunk on his scent and using all her self control to keep her hands out of his hair. 

"I mean it, darling. Truly," His hand reaches out, firm against her chin. "Hey, look," He speaks, face close enough she feels his breath on her face. She follows his eyes, looking up to see a sprig of mistletoe above them. 

James does it every year, enchants mistletoe to sprout above two people in love. Mainly, he does it so he can kiss Lily and remind her to stop being so stressed about hosting and actually enjoy the holidays. Partly, he did it in the hopes it might help his two friends find their way back to each other. 

"Can I?" Sirius's question is full of nerves, scared he's pushing her too far

"Always,"

It's gentle and timid, the way he pushes his lips to hers. It's safe at first, a peck. Neither wants the other to freak and run. 

He's the one to push it further, though that isn't really surprise. 

He pulls her ever closer, chest to chest and his big arms wrap around her, holding her to him. He kisses her like he's desperate, scared if he stops he'll loose her all over again. 

She feels like she can breathe properly for the first time in years. Feels a weight off her shoulders as she allows her hands to tangle into his hair, a craving she'd had every time she looked at him. She lets him man handle her towards the door to the guest room. 

His tongue pushing into her mouth as he holds her against the wall by the door. One of her hands stays tangled in his hair as the other moves down to hold onto the warm skin of his hip, fingertips slipping under his maroon sweater. 

His hand travels down, landing on her bum with a firm squeeze and the motion seems to bring her back to her senses a little. She pulls away, though Sirius is quick to chase her kiss swollen lips with his own. She giggles in response, one last chaste peck to his lips before she looks him in the eyes, blown out a little with lust and creased from his bright grin.

"Sirius," She sighs out, he smirks head falling to allow himself to press a trails of kisses down her jaw and onto her neck

"Darling," he murmurs against her skin 

"This is a really bad idea," Her point seems a little futile as she moves her head to the side to allow him more space to press his kisses 

"Tell me you want me to stop. Say the word and I'll go back downstairs and you can go to sleep and we can wake up and pretend none of this happened," 

We could call it even Even though I'm leaving And I'll be yours for the weekend 'Tis the damn season

He doesn't think he's ever seen a sight so beautiful. She's laid next to him, body lit by the pale moonlight casting through the window. Her skin is bare and flushed and she fits against his body as perfectly as she always has. 

Her leg is strewn over his naked torso, her head resting on his chest, hand reaching up to comb her fingers through his hair. 

His arm that wraps around her lands on her back, thumb pressing comforting circles into her back.

"You're so perfect," He speaks into the quiet. She tilts her head up on his shoulder, allowing him to see her beaming face 

"Sirius, you are the most beautiful person I've ever known," Her tone is impossibly soft, as his heart in that moment. The sincerity in her voice makes his whole body feel warm. 

He feels too overwhelmed by the sickly sweet love in his chest to come up with much of a response, instead he presses his lips to her forehead an action so full over love and comfort it almost hurts her chest. 

"I'm gonna hate having to miss you again," She says softly, her settling back into his chest as he squeezes her closer

"Only ever a phone call away," He hums hand moving to toy with the ends of her hair

"You could visit?" She suggests, scared he'll laugh at the thought though she has no reason to be 

"Anything, if you want me to do it I will," His promise makes her grin widely, she leans up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

The quiet takes over once more, both basking in having the other in there arms again, a feeling they'd been craving in the years of absence. 

"I'm sorry I left," She whispers, she'd wanted to say it a thousand times, truly she had. 

"I'm sorry I didn't come after you," He pauses for a beat, he thinks maybe the question is too big, what he's asking of her too much. His eyebrows furrowing as he thinks, deep pout on his lips.

"What are you thinking about?" She questions, thumb gently  smoothing out the lines in his frown 

"Stay," He says it quietly, so quiet she almost misses it. "Please, I need you to stay,"

We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now

She hadn't technically said no. She hadn't said anything really. 

She'd felt like an idiot, sitting up in the bed to better at Sirius. Blinking as her mind raced, what if she did stay? what would she be staying for? would he finally be ready to commit to her or was he asking her to give up the career she worked so hard for to be around when he wanted a casual fuck? 

"Say something," He hated how much his own voice sounded like it was begging, he hated the look in her eyes. The guilt. She was going to say no. He was certain of that as he looked at her. 

"Say anything," He doesn't mean to sound angry. Doesn't mean to make her feel bad. 

She's left, blinking as she desperately tries to gather her thoughts. He gets out of bed. 

His movements around the rooms are sharp and hurried, tugging his clothes back on. 

"Sirius," She says, she needs him to look at her. Needs him to stop for a second, to talk to her. 

"No," His hands tug his jumper over his head as he moves towards the door 

"Stop. Sirius, please just wait," She clambering out of the bed to follow him, grabbing her pyjama pants and pulling them up quickly as she reaches for the large knit sweater. She's following him down the stairs of the silent house. 

He slams the front door in her face before she has the chance to follow him out into the snow. She hears the revving of his motorbike before the engine kicks in, hears the way it fades away as he races into the night. 

She feels like an idiot. Feels pathetic as she sinks to the ground, back pressed to the front door. She had vowed a long time ago to stop crying over Sirius Black yet she can't stop herself. 

"What's going on?" Remus is calling. Woken up by the sound of the slamming door. She wipes at her tears, desperate to hide them from him but the second he sees her and sends her a soft smile she's blubbering all over again. 

"He left. He fucking just left," She's hiccuping through her crying, and he joins her on the old wooden floor. 

"What happened?" He asks gently, a comforting hand squeezes at her knee. 

"We slept together," 

"Ok, ok and then he just left?" 

"No. He asked me to stay and I- I froze Rem. I sat there like an idiot and didn't say anything. He just- I needed to think and he wouldn't give me fucking second," 

"What would you have said?" 

"I don't know what he wants. If he wanted to try like really try I would have said yes," 

"He needs to know that," 

Time flies Messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now

She hadn't been to his apartment before. Remus had apparated her there and waited with her in a comfortable silence until he'd arrived. Sat on the curb outside, her head on his shoulder. Knowing he was home Remus left, she was safe on the busy London street, Sirius wouldn't let any harm come to her despite the deep sigh he lets out at the sight of her. 

"I wanna be alone,"

"Too bad. I need to talk to you," She demands, arms crossed in front of her. 

"We can talk later," 

"No Sirius. You don't get to say all that shit to me and then just leave," 

"Fine. come on,"

He leads her in an awkward silence up into the building, refusing to look at her in the short elevator ride to the 8th floor. 

His apartment is very him, it's cosy and homely and smells like the Gryffindor common room. 

He drops onto the sofa in the living room, she's too busy eyeing the framed photos on the wall, heart melting a little at the photo of the two of them, both in school uniform sat by the black lake her head on his shoulder his arms holding her close to him. Matching bright grins staring back at her.

"You wanted to talk," He reminds, embarrassed that even after rejecting him she's seeing his framed photo of her. 

" The other day, at the party You asked me if I regret leaving? I lied. No I didn't lie. I just- I didn't tell you the truth. I regret it, every fucking day I regret it, I lay awake every night thinking about what we could have been if I'd stuck around,"

"It's a little late for that," he grumbles, arms folded and a stoic look on his face

"Could you just listen to me?" She snaps, "I've been in love with you since I was 14 Sirius and you have never ever wanted a relationship," 

"That's not true," He protests

"Oh. So you just didn't want one with me?" She feels like an idiot, standing in front of him. Their friends were wrong, she was wrong.

He hates the hurt in her voice, the tears in her eyes.

He's on his feet now, passing over the burgundy rug to grab her hand in his

"That's not what I mean. I just- I was scared, scared if you were mine and something happened. I couldn't have lived through that," 

"You never told me that, you always just said you weren't a boyfriend guy," 

"I could be. For you I could be,"

"Why did you leave?" She questions, desperate to know why he couldn't have given her just a few minutes to work things out

"I couldn't hear you tell me that you don't love me enough to stay,"

"I would never say that,"

"No?" He questions timidly, his eyes searching her desperately

"No," She shakes her head "If I stay this can't be what it was. I'm giving up my life here. We are older now and we are safe and this has to be real,"

"It's always been real to me. I'm in love with you, been in loved with you since second year and I will be until the day I die. So sweetheart, please, please be mine? for real this time,"

"It'll always be you Sirius," She promises, his lips kiss her and she feels herself fall in love with him all over again. 

And it always leads to you and my hometown It always leads to you and my hometown

#harry potter fanfiction #sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius black #harry potter #sirius orion black #sirius x reader

[bumpkinspice0]

Recovery Time Chapter 8

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit (Minors do not interact!!!!!!)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: November is here, winter creeps closer, and feelings become more real.

Warnings: Like none? Typical angst, fluff, desperation??

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Chapter 8: Storm Brewing

The garden was finally bare, the soil tilled over and weeded of its dead occupants. Precious loved herbs and other plants dug up and brought inside to last the winter. Seeds sorted and stored for next year. Harvest time was over and the dirt can lay in rest for another winter. October had come and passed, the early days of November bringing a new chill to the air. 

Joel helps you prep the garden soil for next year and he almost wishes he hadn’t offered. You had buckets of compost stored and ready to enrich the soil, nasty smelling stuff. Vegetable scraps, egg shells, bones— garbage really. He was helping you spread garbage around your dead garden. He’s done stranger things, he supposes. 

“Please tell me this is the last one,” He sighs, dumping out the final nasty, juicy contents from the last 5-gallon barrel you rolled out.

“It’s the last one,” you scoff, raking the dumped contents evenly over the soil’s surface. “You can start putting the leaf piles on top then we’re done.”

“Thank god,” he retreats to the edge of the garden where you’d had a massive leaf pile waiting. He grabs an armful and spreads them on top of the compost, “Why are we doing this again?”

“Keeps the soil healthy.” You dust your hands off and grab a fistful of leaves for yourself, “You gotta put back what you take out. The parts you don’t use decompose and make the soil healthier. Circle of life and all that.”

“And the leaves?”

“Extra barrier and extra compost.” You step closer to him and he does his best to ignore how that makes his heart speed up ever so slightly. “Use what’s around, ya know?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” He grabs another armful of leaves, “But it was good this year? The garden?”

“Better than other years. Only got good at it the last two years or so.” 

Joel wasn’t much of a farmer. Hell, he killed nearly all of his houseplants. The idea of constantly managing something so delicate was intimidating. Game hunting was easy in comparison. Straight forward— almost literally. Point and shoot. Set a trap and leave it. Hunting didn’t take skill, it just took luck. But growing food… That was a whole different story. 

Your storages were plentiful from what he saw. You didn’t really seem to keep track of resources used because of it. Much more lax than Bill. If he had to guess you probably easily had enough for 6-8 months at the moment— But he can’t help but wonder how much you’d used on him. How much did he take from you? The question that’s been constantly on his mind lately.

He’d brought back some meager kills. That turkey and a good handful of rabbits. Was it enough? 

“Thinking you got enough to make it through the winter this year?” He asks before he can stop himself. 

You pause, he’s not sure if it’s from his sudden forwardness or because you’re actually thinking about it, sorting through everything in your head. He sees your expression drop a little bit— his unspoken words evidently being heard loud and clear. 

Will you be fine without me? 

He hadn’t brought it up in weeks, him heading back to the QZ. You hadn’t either. Christ he’d been healed for just as long and he still wandered around here like a lost puppy. What was he waiting for? You to chase him out with a broom in hand? Or maybe for you to tell him please don’t go. 

He had to. He had to leave and him lingering around you like a ghost was making it all the more difficult. 

“It was a good harvest this year,” You finally answer, kicking out more leaves in your path. “Winter can be unpredictable, though. For extra assurance, we should probably think about getting bigger kills if we—” 

You pause again, your back to him. He can’t see your face but he can guess what’s painted across it. Panic. Blushing embarrassment. You said it twice, the forbidden word. 

We.

You’d both been dancing around referring to each other as a pair since he got here, now you were the first to let it slip. He knew what we meant. We meant I’m thinking of you. We meant I’m planning a future where you’re there. We meant don’t leave. 

He doesn’t say anything, the pleasant afternoon soured by him asking silent questions. Joel didn’t like being so timid. It’s not who he was. He was a blunt, straightforward man— often to a fault. He wishes he could still be that emotionless with you. It’d make everything so much easier. Instead, he lives in fear of hurting you. Of bringing the curtain down on this small little paradise you’d given him. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. It’s time he gets back to what he was actually good at.

All things must come to an end, even the good things. He had to come back to reality. Joel just had to pull the trigger… but when?

He tosses a final fistful of leaves onto the barren garden and stomps off to the edge of the property. 

“I’m gonna set up a few more traps.”

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A bloated awkwardness had settled between you both since this afternoon, and you have your stupid mouth to thank for it. The damn thing always got you into so much trouble. 

You said we. You desperately wanted to try and recover and blurt that you were referring to you, Gus, and Lily, obviously, but that would have made the whole situation ten times worse. You just blurting whatever came to mind had gotten you into this mess. 

How had Joel become such an integral part of your life in such a short time? He’d crawled into your heart and made a home there without even trying. From day one you knew he wouldn’t stay, and yet that never seemed to matter. 

You’d told him six weeks for his estimated recovery time. It only took a glance at the calendar to see that specific date had come and gone. He’d been recovered. Walking strong with newly healed over scars. He was a picture of health… and he was still here. That meant something.

He hadn’t mentioned the QZ once. Not even people inside it. He’d been vague, at best, about what he’d done there. The only family you knew about was his brother, who was likely now hundreds of miles away. What did he have to go back to, you wonder. You’d never asked, but then again he probably wouldn’t tell you if you did. 

Maybe you’re waiting for him to ask. Ask if he can stay here… but you probably made your feelings about that rather clear… right? Maybe you have to ask, then. Ask him to stay. Tell him how you feel.

The fear of rejection is a powerful one. People underestimate it all the time.

So, instead of facing the fear, you dance around in this awkward limbo you’d made for yourself, because of your big dumb mouth. 

You’re curled up on the couch while he passively plays guitar in the corner of the living room, Gus and Lily curled up at his feet like he always belonged there. 

The playing stops and you dare to glance in his direction. His gaze is on the curled-up fur children at his feet, sadness pulling at his features. You can only hope what he’s thinking about. 

“Hey,” he looks at you, “So… I was thinking bout somethin’.”

“That’s dangerous.” You hope, just for a moment. Hope that he’ll ask to stay the winter. Stay longer. Stay forever. Just… stay.

“Yeah,” he gives the weakest smile you’d ever seen in your life. Oh no. “I was… thinkin’ about when I should leave.” 

You’d never had your hope dashed so quickly. 

“Yeah?” You say, trying your best to hide the fact that your heart is shattering.

“I should… do it soon. Before the snow falls.” 

You look away from him, clutching your book to your chest, “That’s… a good idea.”

He lets the silence brew in the room. God, if you thought the air between you two was uncomfortable before…

You hold back a tear, putting on a brave face. “When were you thinking?”

He’s set the guitar aside, leaning heavily over his knees. He wrings his hands together nervously. 

“Tomorrow.”

The single word is like an arrow to the heart. Tomorrow? That soon? You can’t believe you’d scared him off so easily. If there was a time to tell him to stay, it was now. Beg him not to go. Tell him how you feel. Show him he’d always have a home here. 

Say something. Anything. 

“That’s… soon.”

Idiot.

“It is.” He nods dismissively. You don’t know why, but you really want to punch him right now. He sighs, coming over to take a seat next to you. Good. Closer to punch. “I’ve taken enough from you, darlin’. It’s time I be on my way.”

“Good, you’ve been a nuisance anyway.” You think hiding behind some sarcasm will distract from the stinging behind your eyes. It doesn’t. Still, you manage to will the tears to stay inside, “It was a pleasure you have you, Joel.”

He rests a hand on your thigh and you swear it burns. “I… don’t know how to repay you.”

Don’t leave. You want to say it so badly. That’s how he could repay you if that’s what he felt he needed to do. Is it selfish of you to want him all to yourself? Like a treasure you found. Yes, of course it is. He had a right to leave. He had a right to his own damned free will. 

“Just live, that’s all you have to do,” You place your hand on top of his, “And come back to visit?”

“Of course.”

Those sorrowful deep brown eyes say all his mouth never could. Does he even really want to leave? God, you hate this. What do you do now? Do you eagerly start packing his supplies? Leave him alone? Cry? Beg? Say it. Just say it!

“Joel…” You squeeze his hand just a little tighter. His expression lightens, just a little. “I…” I don’t want you to leave. “I’ll miss you.”

Coward. 

He breathes out a small smile, squeezing your hand back. Can he feel it? Your heart breaking.

His other hand comes up to rest on your cheek. “I’ll miss you too, darlin’.”

“Joel…”

This was too much. He was too much. You can’t just sit idly by while this happens. You can’t just watch him leave without fighting just a little. Without speaking your peace. If you don’t, you know you’ll regret it forever. You have to do something. Do anything. 

You come crashing into him, your lips finding his immediately. He moans into you, his other hand coming up behind your head to pull you in closer. He wanted this too. Good. You crawl on top of him… or he guides you down to the couch, you’re not really sure. It doesn’t matter. You had him, here, right now. When your words fail you, this is how you can tell him. Tell him to stay.

His hands trail down from your face and squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rake your hands through his hair in a frenzy, just needing more. All of him. Oh god, he felt so good already. His tongue comes out to explore your mouth, you open with a desperate sigh. He was eager. He was willing. 

He was yours. Right now he was yours. 

Your hands drop to his belt. You feel him flinch under your touch. 

“Darlin’... I…” he breathes between your lips. Whatever he was going to say dies on his tongue. His hips raise up in encouragement. 

“Joel,” you moan as you undo the buckle, “Joel, I—”

A mighty gust of wind shakes the cabin, testing its very foundation. You both jolt upright, the moment completely ruined by shock. The windows rattle with newfound intensity. The bones of your little home creak in protest. 

A storm was coming. 

“Shit…shit,” you grumble, climbing off Joel, much to your disdain. You walk over to your little weather station by the front door, three little mounted dials that Art always swore by. A thermometer, a barometer, and a hydrometer. The temperature had dropped significantly since this afternoon, dwindling down past freezing. The air pressure was dropping rapidly, you swear you see the needle moving before your very eyes. Yep, the telltale signs of a storm. When you glance out the window your heart drops. 

The snow had only just started to fall, small white specks starting to blanket the ground, and it was picking up speed. The sky was barely visible, the undoubtedly massive clouds whited out by an oncoming freeze. It was going to be a blizzard—a big one.

“What is it?” Joel comes up behind you. 

You groan, wishing so badly you could ignore it and take him back to the couch and continue where you left off— but you know you can’t. You’d said earlier that winter was unpredictable, and that was true. Early snow meant more work that had to be done now before it got worse. Preparations done to assure your safety. More wood inside, more water in the tank, relocating the chickens, bringing up more food from the cellar— You could both do it before the storm got worse. If you hurried it’d be done in an hour. Then you could get back to… everything. 

You were likely going to be snowed in for a few days. Maybe it’s a sign, you think. A final gift from the almighty to get Joel Miller to stay just a little longer. You’ll take what you can get.

“Winter came early.”

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #Joel Miller #tlou #the last of us #recovery time

[devildomsoup]

Hey, I have a request. Can you make a oneshot of Levi comforting an MC with a strict parent.

If it's possible, of course.

Room to Breathe

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Character: Leviathan

Type: Oneshot

MC: gender neutral they/them

Warnings: Mentions of strict parents.

MC was beyond upset when they entered Leviathan's room. They were tired even exhausted. MC had just gotten back from visiting their parents’ place in the human realm, and it did not go well at all. During their stay in the Devildom, MC had forgotten just how strict their parents were.

It was suffocating.

It felt like no matter what they did, they always did something wrong. It felt like they would forever be stuck under their parents' thumb and it hurt to think about it.

MC just could not grasp why in the world their parents acted the way they did. For ages, they had tried to convince themself that it was because their parents loved them, that MC's parents just wanted what was best for them. But it was getting harder and harder to convince themself that it was true. 

Every time they visited their parents, they would return home feeling drained and sad. It hurt that they treated MC the way they did. Why could they not trust MC more? MC could take care of themselves; they had proven that on multiple occasions. Yet their parents still treated them like they were 5. It was frustrating beyond belief. It almost felt condescending at times. 

Honestly, MC’s parents were starting to sound ridiculous with all their demands and rules. It was getting out of hand. No, colouring your hair, no shoes with heels, no sugary snacks, no food after 8, and the list went on. What was the most devastating thing was the fact that MC’s parents still managed to push their strict agenda onto them even when MC was not living with them. It felt like there was no escape.

With a sigh, MC flopped down on the bean bag chair in Leviathan’s room. Covering their face with their hands, MC tried not to think about how disastrous it had been to visit their parents. 

Leviathan paused the game he was playing and took his headphones off. He was quiet for a bit, not completely sure what the best course of action would be right now. It was clear to him that MC was not doing well, but he was unsure of how to approach it. Would it be best to just leave them be, or should he try to talk to them about it? Would they even want to talk to him? He was just a yucky- No, he was not going to let his self-esteem issues stop him from comforting MC. Not this time. Leviathan took a shaky breath and approached MC, sitting down on the floor beside them.

“Hey uh MC… What's wrong?” Leviathan asked.

There was not an immediate response, and Levithan could only bite the insides of his cheek anxiously as he waited. Had he been too direct? Did they not want to talk? Leviathan shook his, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. He had to take this slow and let MC lead the conversation.

“It’s just…. It’s just really suffocating to be around my parents,” MC finally said with a tired sigh.  

“I don’t know why they keep doing what they do. When I tell them to stop, we just end up arguing. It’s so tiring. At this point, all I’m asking them is to let me breathe. I can’t do this anymore. It's too much, it's too many rules, too many demands. I can’t keep up with it.”

Leviathan nods silently, letting MC say what they need to say.

“It feels like I’m drowning. No matter what I do or say, we always end up in some sort of argument because they think they are allowed to control my life or something. It is frustrating beyond belief. All I want is for them to recognize that I can take care of myself. They treat me like I’m a stupid 5-year-old kid. I am not. I don't even know why they do it!” MC huffed, frustrated by how their parents were acting.

“Am I being petty? Am I ungrateful for asking them to be less strict? Am I acting spoiled? Am I being spoiled?” MC asked.

Leviathan was quiet for a bit, putting his answer together inside his head. He nodded a bit before answering.

“I don’t think you are any of that MC. You are not wrong for being frustrated, and you are not petty or selfish or ungrateful for setting boundaries or saying that the way your parents are treating you isn’t okay. Honestly, from what I have heard, they make Lucifer look mild.” 

MC chuckled a bit a the last comment, Levithan smiled bashfully as he heard MC chuckle. He was glad that MC was at least a little less upset.

“But honestly, MC, you are not wrong for feeling the way you feel. Your parents sound way too strict. Even my brothers agree, and it’s rare for us all to agree on something. I don't think you should beat yourself up over feeling like this. Your parents sound like insanely strict normies. If they were my parents, I would have summoned Lotan on them so you are handling it way better than I could,” Leviathan said, looking at the floor. 

MC gave him a small smile. They felt way better after talking with Levithan.

“Thanks, Levi. It means a lot.”

Leviathan looked at MC who was still sprawled across the beanbag. They had moved so they were on their stomach with their face buried in the bean bag. The bean bag was big enough for 2 people and MC looked like they needed to be held. Maybe Levithan should give them a hug. No, no way, why would MC want to be held by him? He was a total loser and- 

Leviathan bit the inside of his cheek as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop himself from slipping into his self-deprecating mindset. He did not want to think like that, not right now. He wanted to be there for MC. 

He got up from the floor and slowly sat down on the bean bag beside MC. His face was going red as he tried to muster up the courage to speak, His eyes were darting around the room looking anywhere but MC.

“H-hey MC… would… would you, you know like a h-hug or something? Of course, if you don’t want to hug a yucky loser like me, that's fine. I'm not going to get angry or anything if you say no,” the last part of the sentence was said almost too fast for MC to register what he was saying.   

MC moved their head so they could look at Levithan. 

“Yeah… a hug sounds nice…”

After hearing MC’s answer, Leviathan shakily wrapped his arms around MC. It was hard for him to believe he was doing it. In the beginning, MC could barely feel Leviathan's arms, but after a bit of time, it seemed like the Avatar of Envy finally managed to gather the courage to hold them tight. It was nice, it was really, really nice. It felt like MC could finally breathe like the normal suffocating feeling their parents usually left them with was gone. While in Leviathan’s embrace, nothing bad could touch MC.

“This was just what I needed, Levi, thank you.”

“No problem… I-it’s nice for me too, you know.”

Leviathan was noticeably less nervous now. He had gotten used to holding MC, so it did not seem so scary anymore. He actually found himself wondering why in the world he had been so scared of doing it to begin with. 

“MC if you ever feel suffocated by your parents, you can always come to me. I don’t mind, I’m willing to listen no matter how small it might be… You always listen to me when I need to ramble, so I want to return the favour.”

MC smiled it was rare for Levithan to get out of his shell like this they knew it took a lot of energy for him to do so. The fact that he used the energy to make MC feel better was heartwarming.  MC turned around in Levithan’s arms, so they were facing him and gently used their finger to put a lock of Levithan’s hair behind his ear.

“Thank you, Levi, it means the world.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #obey me leviathan #obey me writing #obey me oneshot

[revserrayyu]

2.2 Penacony thoughts [part 5]

**Major story spoilers** as we’re finished the main story here. Going to be chatting even more about Acheron and our time in the Horizon of Existence, the real final boss, as well as all cutscenes that follow, so if you haven’t finished the whole story yet, I encourage you to come back and read this all later if you wish to do so after you experience everything for yourself first.

I gotta start off by saying that I absolutely love how this scene looks. Yeah it’s upsetting to learn that Acheron’s companion here is actually dead, but all the rain falling upon that red glow is just really nice to look at. Of course Acheron is slaying as usual too. I even dig the shadowy look of this man despite his circumstances.

Is Acheron kinda of like a grim reaper of sorts? At least that’s the feeling I’m getting when she says she’s guiding lost souls. And correct me if I’m wrong, but he is the one who wanted flowers on his grave, right? He just doesn’t remember I assume? It also seems that “Acheron” is just a river and I vaguely remember Acheron mentioning one during her conversation with the “Dreammaster” inside the park.

So I guess this is what all that red text meant? It wasn’t something we should have feared but a way to guide us forward, onto the right path? That’s how I’m interpreting it. Anyways, name drop reveals that this man was actually one of the Nameless buried at Dream Flux Reef.

Soon enough we arrived at the Horizon of Existence with Acheron and I’m like 99% sure this set of questions she asks us are close to the same exact ones she spoke of when we met her inside that first dream. I wish I remembered my choices to her questions from back then, because with the game only giving us one option to choose for each question, I wonder if it’s giving us the same option we picked when we first answered her because that would be amazing.

SHE. SAID. THE. THING!!! Acheron real name confirmed!!! Even though it’s pretty much what we all expected from the very beginning, it’s great for it to finally be true and not be a total secret.

A big ol’ cutscene begins and it reminds me of how little we actually received about Boothill, like yeah he shoots that fancy relic bullet up into the sky because he’s the only Galaxy Ranger around who can do so, but he didn’t do much else? I mean I absolutely enjoyed seeing him interact with Dan Heng and everyone else but to not even get the chance to fight a battle with him seems weird after 2.1 gave us the chance to really use both Acheron and Aventurine and test our their gameplay whenever we switched to their perspectives. Same thing happened with Robin too. We walked around as her and Boothill for brief moments but that was pretty much it, making the switch seem kinda pointless to me.

I got no words for this. It’s just an incredibly beautiful screenshot of her. I’ll never get tired of seeing all that red whenever this monochrome world takes over. Makes me regret skipping her every day but next time I’ll pull her for sure.

Yet another line she told us during our first encounter with her. Also, if this is the last time we see her in the story, I’m gonna be sad.

The crew!!!! I’ll admit it does look a little silly that we’re only armed with a hat while everyone else has a reasonable weapon, but I love each one of us so much!! It felt perfect for me to have Himeko in my team during the upcoming fight too.

While I figured we were gonna be blessed with Robin’s appearance and one of her songs during the fight, can I just say that I was not expecting the assist mechanic to be the mother-forking Express?? I had joked somewhere sometime ago that if Pom-Pom were to ever become playable, that their ultimate would be running the enemy over with the train and color me surprised, because that’s pretty much what happens!!

So the final battle itself went pretty well. Took a bit more damage than before but still an easier fight overall than how Aventurine’s went for me. I knew I didn’t have to bring in our dear gambler in since the fight itself granted us shields, but his helped me just fine along with all those follow up attacks.

I think my Trailblazer managed to do pretty well too? I stressed so hard to break that 145 on speed to access that secondary buff of the Talia planar ornaments, so that’s why other stats may be a bit lacking. At least I have break effect at 197%.. is that reasonable?

Anyways, as much as I adore Serval, I had to use the train to deliver the final hit.

Pfft, ain’t no way. Sunday is really over.

Look at us protecting March, aww!

Trailblazer pulls off some last minute talk-no-jutsu to get through to Sunday’s head and with a heartfelt embrace from Robin, I think it’s time to start crying.

C’mon, look at how gorgeous this is!! Such a beautiful sunrise to witness after all the chaos is over.

Surprisingly, the credits roll again only this time it actually feels like a proper ending to the story. It even lists Acheron’s true name, yet March still remains a mystery. When will we ever learn? Who knows.

Final cutscene of the patch begins and what do you mean Argenti saved Aventurine??? When and how and why didn’t we get to witness such a moment with two of Star Rail’s most beautiful men!

Aventurine betting his own life once again.. oh dear, you never learn. Then again, it seems you never lose either so, go ahead sweetie. Go get that promotion you so rightfully deserve!

This scene also bums me out a little because I was really hoping we would actually get to see Jade arrive in game this time around, but it seems we’ll have to wait even longer. Cutting it a bit close to her release with it being in the same patch but at least she’s phase two. I’m pulling for her day one though. I don’t care what happens in the story, it won’t change my mind about her! (to be fair, I’ve seen some leaks about her gameplay and, oh my god..)

Boothill unexpectedly enters the room after knocking out the two IPC guards outside the door and we’re left with yet another cliffhanger. Definitely not as strong as a final scene as the previous two versions but no way a random name drop could match a sudden surprise death either.

And finally, that’s all for now. Penacony remains to be a story full of mysterious twists and there’s plenty more to see.. hopefully. We still have no clear idea what happened to Firefly, then there’s all those bombs Sparkle was handing out to everyone, we still have to officially meet Jade and see what she and Topaz have planned. Sunday and Robin were last seen falling from the sky so they gotta land safely and I haven’t a clue if we’ll even see Acheron again. Here’s hoping 2.3 ties up all loose ends and gives Penacony the finale it deserves!

#honkai star rail #acheron #boothill #stelle #robin #sunday #aventurine #gameplay #revs rambles

[choke-me-joey]

can you do 1 and 18 with joseph quinn please? <3

Ugh yes I was hoping someone would request this thank you!!!

1.  Fuck a baby into me/I'm gonna fuck a baby into you.

18. I love you, fuck, I'm so close!

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it lads...unless youre trying to make a baby i guess), baby making, subtle mention of morning after pill, rpf (don't like, don't read)

Hoe-vember masterlist

You and Joe had been together for 7 years now. You had bought a beautiful house together, got engaged and very recently married in a small private ceremony in London, so it was natural that the questions would start pouring in from friends, family and unfortunately the media too.

"So, when can we expect a mini Quinn then?"

"When are you going to make us grandparents, hmm?"

"Any plans for kids in the near future?"

It. Was. Infuriating.

At first, you'd been polite about it.

"Oh, we're just enjoying being married first."

"Not quite yet."

"Some plans, but nothing definite yet."

As the quizzing around babies became relentless, you and Joe started to bite back.

"We'll have a kid when we're ready."

And that was the end of it.

Or so you thought.

It was a quiet Friday night, and you were currently sat nursing a glass of wine and scrolling through Twitter. Joe had been away doing some press tours and general public appearances, such is life when you're married to a now world famous actor. You were used to it, but it didn't mean that you didn't miss him whilst he was gone. He was due to fly home from Newport Beach Film Festival overnight arriving early tomorrow morning, so your day had been filled with cleaning the house and getting a good food shop in. You'd also had a bath and made sure you were clean, shaved and moisturised ready for your usual 'welcome home' sex marathon you knew was inevitable tomorrow.

As you sipped your wine and scrolled on your phone, you couldn't resist searching your husband's name on Twitter. He didn't use social media, but you did and loved loved to torture him with articles and videos of himself. He did not love that.

You couldn't help the lovesick smile that creeped across your face as you found a video of him being interviewed at the film festival. God, he looked so fucking good. He had FaceTimed you as he was getting ready and as soon as he put on that white suit, it was game over and some seriously spicy video sex had ensued.

In the video you had found, he was doing an interview with a tiny microphone. The usual questions were asked regarding Stranger Things, the love for Eddie, and just general chit chat.

Then it happened.

"So, congratulations on your recent marriage! Any plans for kids soon or are you way too busy for that?"

Joe's face falters a little but ever the good actor, he regains his composure before answering.

"Thank you. We'll see, you know, we don't want to rush these things." He gives a smirk to the camera that you swear was meant just for you as if to say 'here we fucking go again', but to others it could be translated as 'maybe, maybe not, I'm saying nothing', much like he did when asked if Eddie was returning for season 5.

You roll your eyes and groan as you read through a few of the comments, not really paying any mind to what was being said. You copy the link and send it to Joe with the caption 'thinking you should just knock me up so we get some peace 🙃'

You weren't expecting a reply. He must have had WiFi on the plane.

"Too obvious?'

'Nah, you only looked like you wanted to throttle her just for a second x'

'Damn, need to hoan my craft. See you in about 10 hours. Keep the bed warm for me x'

****************

Approximately 10 hours and 20 minutes later, you're woken up to the sound of the front door unlocking and shutting. You glance at the bedside table, seeing the alarm clock reading 8.15am. You grin, listening as Joe dumps his bags in the hall before practically sprinting up the stairs. He flings open the bedroom door and practically pounces on you, his mouth immediately finding yours.

He kissed you in a way that took you by suprise, usually he would at least get into bed with you and have a little bit of sleep before trying to dick you down, but he was kissing you in such a desperate, frantic manner, pawing at you and turning you on so damn fast that you didn't dare question it.

"Haven't...even...brushed...my teeth" you pant in between kisses, both of you working quickly to discard the other's clothes.

"Don't care," Joe kissed his way down your now naked body, licking a fat strip up your pussy and attaching his mouth to your clit.

"Fuck, Joe!" You hissed, grabbing a fistful of his curls as he expertly flicked his tongue against you. He slowly worked one and then two fingers inside you, almost instantly finding that spongy spot that practically made you scream out his name.

"Shh, we have neighbours you know," Joe grinned up at you and you nudged his head with your knee. He playfully bit your thigh before going back to work, alternating licks and sucks to your puffy bundle of nerves.

Within minutes he had you coming for him, his tongue and fingers working you through one of the strongest orgasms you'd had in a while, leaving you blissfully fucked out and ready to give him the best head of his life in return, until he folded your legs up practically by your ears and slid his cock inside you, the stretch and burn of not having him for a week making you moan loudly and dig your nails into his biceps.

"Joe," you whimper as he starts fucking you fast and deep, the angle making sure his cock hit your g-spot with every stroke. "So fucking big!"

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you," he growls, his eyes practically black as his hips snap into yours. "Get you all nice and pregnant, yeah babe?"

"Yes, yeah, fuck, god-!" You weren't even making sense, the deep thrusts of his cock battering your cervix sending pleasure blooming through your belly and causing your brain to malfunction. 

If it wasn't so fucking hot, it would have been mortifying how wet you were. The lewd squelch of your cunt paired with your breathless moans and Joe's grunts of effort signifying just how close you both were to falling apart for each other.

"I love you," you whine, pulling him down as best you could for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue and it's fucking perfect.

"I love you, fuck, I'm so close!" He gasps, cock twitching inside you. Your orgasm was teetering on the edge, just a little more-

"Cum with me, Joey," you beg, clenching down on him and making him shudder. He ruts his hips to yours one last time and buries his head in your neck, moaning your name along with various expletives. The feeling of him filling you with his load and the sounds he was making, plus the pressure of his pelvis against yours had you falling over the edge with him, nails digging into his back and you shook and writhed beneath him.

You both laid there a while, letting your breathing and heart rates return to normal. Joe placed some kisses up your neck, eventually pecking your lips gently, giving you a small smile.

"Hi," he practically whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"Hi," you gave him a blissful smile. "Not that I'm complaining but...What was that about?"

Joe groans, flopping down on the bed beside you and gestures for you to pop your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"I dunno, I just...I saw this woman in the airport, super pregnant and I just saw how in love her and her husband looked and I just-it made me think of you, and how much I love you and..." He sighs, kneading his free hand over his eyes and forehead. "I'm sorry, I should've said something. Want me to go out and get you...?"

You're silent for a moment.

"No," you look up at him. "No, I think...I think I'm ready."

And 6 weeks later, you're staring at 2 solid pink lines on several different pregnancy tests, grinning like a mad woman. You stroll out of the bathroom and present the tests to your husband, who spits out his coffee and stares up at you, his big brown eyes shining with tears and a glint of fear. You kiss him.

"You definitely fucked a baby into me."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #kats hoevember event #joseph quinn x y/n

[mrszeoxin]

A Date with Death

This is a game I found on TikTok through the developer of the game. I was very intrigued because it has a fully customizable MC both physically and with names and pronouns which I thought was really cool. You can also customize MCs room, and the game is free to play! There were also some other fun aspects about the game they posted on TikTok that really interested me. Of course I originally saw videos about the game months ago before it came out, but luckily I did see the post from the developer when it came out a few days ago and I couldn’t wait to play.

About the Boy

In this game you romance a grim reaper who’s after you (technically your soul, but still). And although he is smart, confident, and a literal vessel for death, he is also absolutely adorable! He’s not very knowledgeable about humans, can be easily flustered, and is super fun to tease!

Truly such a cutie!

So he’s a classic long while hair, red eyes anime boy and we love to see it. It’s not my ideal type, but he is in fact adorable, and has a great outfit so I can’t complain. I love how many facial expressions they give him, often I feel like visual novels don’t change them enough so it was really refreshing to see.

I really liked his character! He really is babygirl.

First Run

My first try I went in and tried to only do the non-DLC responses (I bought the DLC so I had some extra options) since I wanted to see what the free versions were like. It was soooo fun!!! I was kicking my feet and giggling so much! I got Ending 3 my first time for reference. I don’t want to spoil too much, but oml it’s such a fun and cute game! You should definitely check it out especially because it is free, so what is there to loose!

Definitely super fun if you enjoy sarcasm, witty banter, teasing, and being a bit of a brat. I loved it so much! It took me about 4 hours to play it once through.

Second Run

This time I used the DLC choices, and it was super fun. It just adds more fun ways to tease him in addition to an extra ending which I got (Ending 4).

Very fun! I recommend getting it if you can afford it and want to support the developers! But also I think you can have a lot of fun just playing the free endings too.

Third Run

I originally planned on playing for a third time after posting my thoughts on here, but I was so excited that I caved and played again immediately because after looking at the achievements I realized my first time playing I was right between two endings, so I had to get Ending 5. So I played using my first run answers, changed a one on day 6 and got Ending 5! It was so cute! I love this game!!!

Overall Thoughts

I loved this game. It’s pretty fast for a dating sim/visual novel, but the pacing is really good. It has 17 achievements for you to unlock, and 5 possible endings(?). So far I’ve done 3 endings, and 14 achievements. I definitely would play it again sometime! The only endings I didn’t do are the mini bad ending (no CG), and the real bad end (CG), because I don’t like playing bad endings. These two ending would give you another two achievements, and the last achievement is also easy to get but it made me sad so I didn’t. I know I’m being pretty vague, because I like to avoid spoilers, but especially because this game literally came out like 4 days ago I really want to keep what happens a surprise.

But it was so fun. It really feels like your choices matter because things you say affect things you can or can’t say later, it’s way more dynamic than any other otome game. I really loved that about the game, because it really feels like you’re there and what you say and do matter.

It’s literally free to play on Steam and I really can’t recommend it enough! Especially if you like cute flustered guys and lots of flirting and teasing you will for sure love this game! I loved it so much and genuinely it made me laugh and smile so much!

#otome #english otome #dating sim #visual novel #a date with death #otome game

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Eddie doesn’t look directly at Steve the rest of the time everyone else is still there. Side glances, here and there, but every time Steve looks at him (which is a normal amount, Robin, shut up), he looks away. It feels like high school all over again, when Steve was a coward and a bully and Eddie was lower on the totem pole than Steve would ever dare to tread.

Steve does what he knows to do. He provides drinks and snacks, plays the perfect host, and tries not to pay attention to his own feelings.

Once the kids leave, the house is silent for a moment. Eddie, of course, breaks it, and Steve almost has to smile. “Another beer?” Eddie asks, shaking his almost-empty one before tipping it up to his mouth for the last dregs.

Steve considers his Coke, considers Eddie’s beer, then nods. “Only if you do, though,” he says, almost grinning.

Eddie grins wide, but he still won’t look directly at Steve. “Whaddya take me for, a two-pot screamer?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Were you not the one saying you shouldn’t be driving?”

Eddie stills then, once again halfway in the fridge, before moving away and shutting the door, hands empty. “You’re right. I can- I should… I’ll go, sorry, I-”

“Whoa,” Steve says, moving to intercept him. “What’s going on? You’re fine, stay. I don’t… it doesn’t matter. The drinks, the driving. If you can drive. It’s fine. You can stay.” Please don’t say it, don’t make me say it. Don’t make me beg.

“Okay,” Eddie says finally, and Steve lets out a breath he doesn’t remember holding.

“Okay,” Steve agrees quietly. They get their beers and sit on the couch. Steve doesn’t think about the careful space between them.

“The masks,” Eddie starts, fidgeting with his rings, ripping the paper label on the beer. “That’s from experience.”

Steve takes a drink before answering. “I was a dick in high school. I’m trying not to be.”

“You’re succeeding.” More fidgeting, more ripping. “Sometimes you wear a mask for so long you can’t even remember who you are underneath.” His leg starts shaking. Steve resists the urge to put his hand on it.

“Sometimes,” Steve allows. He looks straight at Eddie. “Sometimes the best mask is the real you.” Eddie pulls a piece of hair in front of his face, the way he does when he’s overwhelmed or flustered. Steve wants to bury his fingers in Eddie’s hair. He forces himself not to think about it.

It’s silent for a moment—or as silent as it can be with Eddie—before Steve takes a breath. “You’re really good with the kids.”

Eddie snorts. “The little shits. They’re good kids, I haven’t done anything.”

“Damn lie,” Steve says quickly, like it’s a reflex. “You’re good with them. They love you. You match their energy.”

Eddie takes a drink to hide the smile trying to break through. “So what I’m hearing is I’m childish.”

“Shut up,” Steve laughs, leaning over to gently push Eddie’s arm. “Sometimes, sure, but that’s not a bad thing.”

“Mhm. Mister I’m the mom friend of the group and you’d better listen to me, young man.”

Steve laughs again, louder. “I’m the mom friend?”

Eddie raises a challenging brow and gestures around. “You ferry the kids everywhere, your house is always open for movie or game nights, you keep a frankly concerning amount of snacks on hand at all times…”

Steve shakes his head, still laughing, but sobers. He wants to be brave. And if he can’t yet, not about the thing eating him, maybe he can about this. “The snacks aren’t just for the kids.” He picks at the label of his own bottle. “Sometimes… real food is just… too much, y’know?”

Eddie hums. “I think so. Like, the preparing of it?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not always. Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just the thought of it that’s too much. Snacks are easier. I dunno why.” He huffs a breathless laugh. “Maybe I’m just fucked in the head.”

Eddie snorts. “I think we’re all fucked in the head, after everything.” He shrugs when Steve turns to look at him. “‘S not a bad thing.”

Steve raises a brow with a wry smile. “I think my multiple concussions would disagree with you.”

Eddie furrows his brows. “Dude, if you’re not fucked in the head after all those, I’d be worried.” He pauses, looks away, looks back. “Anything come from those?”

“From the concussions?” Eddie nods. “Some. I’m fine.”

Eddie sighs, looks away again, looks back again. “You ever gonna let someone else take care of you?”

Steve offers a wry smile. “What’s it we were talking about earlier, about masks?”

Pt 4

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #soft touch baby #this is officially turning into a slow burn #I’m not sure how to feel about it #steve needs a hug #and for someone to take care of him #he deserves it dammit #and Eddie knows

[mokwkhaltk]

Y'all idk xhat tiltle should i give this but read it and give it one

Phone in hand, one eye on the phone the other on the field, stress level at its top. Minute 81 Dortmund is winning the title that minutes ago was there’s and what’s making her angry is that he isn’t playing yet why is he still benched when he is obviously the solution his long legs can score a winning goal, just as she was thinking about him he was warming up getting ready to get on the field.

"Finally" she breathed out

Not even 5 minutes into the game and he scored the winning goal, the crowd started roaring, the stadium went crazy, SHE went crazy jumping up and down and screaming on top of her lungs and that caught his attention, he recognized her, that smile was unforgettably shining from within the thousands of people, it's crazy that he noticed her, he was happy he did, she's the girl he gave his shirt to a while ago and she was wearing it, that made his heart flutter.

It was by far the most stressfull experience she had lived because even tho there game finished dortmunds was still going ans at any second they could score and win the tiltle.

After what felt like eternity, the final whistle came and everyone was celebrating, happiness arose he came runninh her wa, for a sec she thought he was going to emerge through the crowd and get to her. But that's not what happened, but he kept the eye contact, one look on these soulful eyes and he knew there was no coming back, one single lool from her burning straight into his soul, same goes for her his eyes were mesmerising to her a mystery that she wanted to solve.

moments later, after giving the players the medals and holding The Bundesliga Meisterschale he came towards her way again.

"meet me outside" he mouthed

For once she thought she was dreaming but he kept looking at her waiting for an answer.

She nodded"okay" holding a thumbs up and smiling softly at him, a smile that made his heart melt intirely.

He went outside in a rush he didn't even celebrate properly with his team mates.

He found her waiting for him in his shirt, beautiful sight to see.

When she saw him coming her way smiling she felt all fuzzy and warm a feeling of comfort.

For a moment they just sat there in silence looking at each other, until he decided to break the silence.

"Uh... You waited"

She giggled"well you asked me to and i mean if the jamal musiala told you to wait for him wouldn't you"

" i guess i would never know giving he wouldn't ask me"

" oh yeah and why's that"

"because from what I've heard he only asks pretty girls like you" he said while giving her a joyfull smile.

It made her blush

"let's take a walk" he suggested

And they walked side by side there shoulders almost touching both feeling happy and relaxed the sun was on their skin, and they both felt the gentle breeze as it danced around their faces. They exchanged words and had a very lively conversation it was a great moment for them and their emotions were reflected on their eyes.

They both felt their hearts pound against their chests as they made eye contact, and their cheeks felt fluttering as they smiled and giggled at each other.

It was an amazing moment of intimacy for them, and they both felt a strong connection with each other when suddenly she stopped on her track he turned confused.

"can i give you a hug?" she whispered

He was stunned because she caught him off guard

"i mean i understand if you don't want to i just feel the need to hug you, i kinda feel proud of you"

As he opened his arms for her a soft smile found her way to his face his eyes almost watering, never in his life someone said such a thing to him.

As they hugged they felt a deep connection and closeness to each other. Hearts touching.

It was tinder, gentle, but mostly filed with love and affection.

When they pulled apart they knew that surely they belonged to each other.

"you did amazing today, you know i was sure that you were the key" she said

" really" he chuckled " well, thank you for your faith mam, you did amazing aswell"

She laughed a laugh that now was his favorite sound

"me ? How did i do amazing"

" you came all the way to support us and you came wearing my shirt that i gave you" je answered with a smirk.

She was surprised that he still remembers "you remember" - "of course, how come anyone forget you, your lovely face and your cheery smile, you radiate a special kind of energy.

Was he leaning in or was it just the dizziness on her system, that we'll never know because his phone rang.

"there asking for me, more celebrations"

"yes, of course, I understand "

"Can I have your number? "he said, a scared tone in his voice.

She lit up and smiled reassuring him giving her number.

Before each of the gets in their prepared ways he said to her

" Can I please get another hug"

And they hugged each of them taking the other scent to keep a memory.

"Until next time" he said with a wink

" Until next time" she answered

Thanks y'all for reading love you <3

#jamal musiala #football blurb #football imagine #footballer imagine #fc bayer munich #jamal musiala one shot #footballer imagines #football masterlist #jamal musiala x reader #bayern münchen #bundesliga