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simplegenius042 · 6 months
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Music Monday
The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, and Life, Despair & Monsters.
Tagged by @cassietrn and @josephseedismyfather thank you very much.
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @direwombat @jillvalentinesday @chazz-anova @inafieldofdaisies @wrathfulrook @voidika @poisonedtruth @josephslittledeputy and @g0dspeeed + anyone else who wishes to join.
Trigger warning: Allusions to executions in the second song. Also there's swearing in the last song if that's of any concern.
For The UnTitledverse, I've got a good little song for the Twins of Terror themselves, Malcolm and Maddison Darling. One (Malcolm) became a human-cordycep hybrid with mechanical prosthetics for his lower half with a taste of lethal revenge (and projection of an unhealthy sibling-substitute fixation?) against Ellie Williams from The Last Of Us, while the other (Maddison) became a multiversal assassin who failed miserably at her job so ditched her employers and succeeded in becoming a serial killer instead... all the while searching to reunite with her twin brother. Song below:
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"Insane, inside, the danger gets me high Can't help myself, got secrets I can't tell
I love the smell of gasoline I light the match to taste the heat
I've always liked to play with fire Play with fire Play with fire (Fire, fire) I've always liked to play with fire
I ride (I ride) the edge (the edge), my speed goes in the red Hot blood (hot blood), these veins (these veins), my pleasure is their pain
I love to watch the castes burns These golden ashes turn to dirt (hmm, hmm)
I've always liked to play with fire Play with fire Play with fire (Fire, fire) I've always liked to play with fire
Oh, watching as the flames get higher Oh, I've always liked to play with (Mmm)
Right of passage, classic havoc Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched Unstoppable, legendary animal (mmm) Digital justice, now you're gonna know us Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus Yacht Money wired, no denying I've always liked to play with fire."
For Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, I have Father Adam Omar and Oscar Lapis, the former the prophet of the Congregation of Adam's Guard, one of the main antagonists of Silva's Hope (the other being Joseph Seed) and a character I intentionally wrote to be despicable, and the latter the captain of Adam's Enforcers, the right-hand man of Adam and also quite despicable as well. Adam is also Silva and Elsa's biological father, and the reason why they have so many issues, and has also affected Paul and Kamski, while Oscar was an instrument of torment used by Adam against the other characters, plus Oscar also murdered Irene Neon, who was Silva's first love, Kamski's daughter and Persephone's mother. Both were involved in the generational enslavement, oppression and eventual massacre of the Tumultite community. Song below:
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[Note the lyrics that have been cherry-picked out are only because I feel they mostly fit the characters of Adam and Oscar, and there is much more in the song but has been removed down below]
"The temperature's low, but our purpose is much higher What's behind us mustn't blind us to divineness that transpires
And by grace we have been with that most elegant of truth You stand here, not abandoned, but as testament and proof
For a city is its people and its people are its heart Stood together 'gainst the weather, 'gainst the coming of the dark Ne'er a lantern has been build with oh-so righteous a spark When providence claims continents, but provided us an ark."
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"Brute force and discipline ensures all the citizens Are chipping in sufficiently, under threat of imprisonment Liberty's prohibited, retired, it's mandatory compliance now To keep the fire alight, we need to stamp any defiance out
We can ill afford the price of human rights nor pay the cost of anger So we stifle scrutinising eyes astray with propaganda The only way that we can pull through is under cruel rule If a single person falls out of line, we all do."
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"I have heard there are those who would defy us Dissidents without repent are bent on questioning the dias Twisted iron fist pariahs and their heretic messiah
Hand in and skin the sinners if you wish to skim divinity Each shiver will deliver us in deliverance in time Burn the innocents for penitence if we preempt the crime
I'm protector of the truth, great erector of the New Faith Defectors and objectors can expect a second doomsday Unquestioning our destiny, relentless we pursue fate Alone I have been chosen to be spoken through by true grace Frozen Omens say we should evoke another crusade"
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"Infecting desperate residents with false hope Now they've sworn oaths and pledged commitment to a cult No mercy will be shown or quarter given, fetch the coiled rope
And hang them by the necks until it's taut, the lesson learned is certain No measure of faith will keep you warm or sate your appetite So pray, heed the warning, or we may just have to tax your life."
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"Now the book of laws is closed and its pages shine a light As the people fill the shrines in line with my divine right This battlement of sacraments, as chattel to our rite The sacrilegious and recalcitrant shall vow or face the smite
Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason
Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined Mere herds of sheep are people, thus, they need to be subservient 'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of men survive Pray their mercy may preserve us once we touch the other side."
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"Now the book of laws is closed, you've no hope to try and fight As the people fall in line and march in time with iron might Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience
Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined Mere vermin are the people, thus, they need to be subservient
Turn a leaf in the journal, weep as you read the scriptures The book of laws is closed, it's frozen shut couldn't thaw But should the storms subside it might be time to write a couple more."
For Life, Despair & Monsters, I got a song for Miraculous Miracles. This is for the part of the fic where it goes from "crime-fighting comedic trio consisting of a bi-disaster super-heroine who's got talent, her pun-loving laid back cat hero with abandonment issues and a teleporting inter-dimensional humanoid plant-fungus mentor with magic cards who has to be convinced not to eat anyone" to "Everyone is healing from what Sir Enigma Malvolio did, especially Marinette." Song below:
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"I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around
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Oh, and I can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cares, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe. (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)"
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mrstrwbrryclown · 11 months
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Stitch Siblings
Finally finished this for Satan's sake.
A Lesley and a Malcolm-
Little info for this:
For the Au Lesley the "Puppeteer" and Malcolm the "Match Maker" are siblings. In the early progress of Lesley creating her little puppet world, she had assigned her younger brother Malcolm to be the caretaker of the little love puppets (love cult). At the time Malcolm was incredibly sick/hurt, which left him unable to leave his home, so Lesley decided to take care of him. She was very much alone at the time, having lost both her son and husband.
The small sentient puppets fascinated him- he didn't really question how they were 'alive'. He did not know that the puppets held human souls in them though.
How he became all stitched up is simple; he was slowly dying and to fix this Lesley had him use the book himself and over time he became more like her. This was too much for him after a while he ended up going to "sleep" for a LONG time. And in the meantime, Lesley replaced him with Malcolm the "Love King"(The Puppet Head), to take the place of the caretaker for the love puppets- which was a terrible idea-
But now in the present, he is awake and trying to slowly fix the "love cult".
That's all the info on that for now- I need sleep-
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I would just like to point out that Merula almost killed Alexandros on their first day at Hogwarts.
But here is Alexandros in year 5:
Risking his own life to save Merula.
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They would both be fucked up a bit after this,
For Alexandros it reminds him of the day he watched his dog, Peanut, get run over and didn't act to grab her.
For Merula it's the fact she almost died and would have died. As well as, the guilt of knowing that she almost killed someone who now loves them enough to risk their life for them. Because she knows, no one else would have.
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I want to hug Doogood's tail
Did Ray send this? >:3
Honestly, same. I want to hug Doogood in general.
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dichotomise · 5 months
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Brahms Heelshire ramble because I am incapable of writing properly. This has been sitting in my drafts for at least 7 months. I hate everything I write, goodbye.
Brahms doesn‘t simply walk, he stalks. Every step he takes seems to be carefully measured and with intent. He takes his time thinking over all of his actions, often standing awkwardly between steps to make sure he's sure which step to take next. He takes his time to mull things over, whether it‘s which room he‘ll go into next, how to step from side to side as you two sway to the music, or how he'll creep into your bed at night. It‘s become an unbreakable habit of his, he has to intentionally walk hard and heavy so as to not startle you.
He tends to randomly appear behind you during the day. You‘re doing the laundry? He‘s somehow right behind you, grabbing into your waist as if his life depended on it. Washing the dishes in a painfully vacant household? Yeah, he‘s actually breathing down your neck halfway through the dirty dishes. It‘s uncomfortable how he seems to magically appear out of thin air sometimes.
Everything he does is thought over twice, maybe even thrice. The only times he lives in the moment is when you're right next to him. The tension in the air when you lock eyes with him is enough to make his skin grow hot, and his lungs squeeze around every breath he takes.
He fumbles with his hands awkwardly when he notices you staring, his own gaze resting awkwardly on your face. Brahms doesn’t know what to do with his body when you gaze at him lovingly. Every limb is too heavy, and hair sticking out from under his mask in a manner that makes him want to rip every strand of hair out. Your undivided attention drives him crazy. He‘s used to being ignored - a mere afterthought in other people’s lives. But somehow that‘s not how it is with you.
Your smile makes his knees grow weak, every glance you make his way makes it heavier for him to breathe. It‘s easy to forget just how scary Brahms can be when he‘s often nervous around you. His chest rises rapidly and lets out strangled breaths as he tries to focus on anything but the way you‘re looking at him. Holding his hand will both calm him down, and make him lose his balance.
Any form of physical contact with Brahms is bad for his anxiety. He relishes every touch you grace him with, but his heart rate picks up dangerously when you hold his hand.
With or without his mask on it‘s easily noticeable how flustered he becomes with the tiniest bit of attention. Although it’s exclusive to you, and you only. Brahms only wants to keep you near him, he can barely stand having Malcolm around on a good day, so imagine what a complete stranger would do to him. You‘re his only person of interest, his one and only obsession.
He often fantasises about getting closer to you. He imagines how you‘d lean into him during a hug, or how your eyes focus on his as he leans in to kiss you. Millions of scenarios run through his head as he lays in bed at night. Many of them include him being your saviour in some way. Saving you from an assailant would mean you "owe" him for saving your life. He'd be your knight in ripped clothes!
Brahms Heelshire is known as an urban legend in his scenic town, but to you, he seems to be everything but threatening. Loving, nervous, quick to cry, and so incredibly touch-starved. He crumbles at any hint of affection, finding it exceptionally hard to see himself as someone worthy of love. He's been raised pampered; he expects people to bend over backwards for him. That doesn't mean he actually believes that you actually like him for the person he is. He finds himself growing irrationally worried that someday you might realise that he actually is a monster, and a freak. He tends to take your affection for granted in his moments of need, but at night he remembers that you could leave him while he's not watching over you.
Naturally, he hates it when you leave the house. Fear and panic meet deep within his chest when you open a window to let in some fresh air, but his heart practically stops beating while you're outside tending to the garden. It's still part of the house, and he goes out every so often, but he can't trust you fully when you're outside. You could just run off the property, to never be seen again. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left. You're only allowed outside of the house while he's glued to your side. He won't risk being even an inch apart from you, not even if you beg him to give you some space.
This does slightly get better as you get to know each other properly, but the air of uneasiness never truly leaves him. You could grow old together and he'd still fear that you'd leave him someday. It's kind of silly, but he can't help himself.
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sgiandubh · 4 months
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Lights, camera, shit show
I was just cleaning my OL folders (all those Chinese paintings and scrolls do take a horrendous amount of space, heh) and I just stumbled upon something I completely forgot to share and discuss with you. I found this particular article during my solitaire lurking months and I remember being befuddled by it for a long time, then thought I've lost it for good.
I don't remember ever seeing it shared or discussed in here, either and if, by any slim chance, I am wrong, kindly forgive me. That professional website is now closed, but its content is still available to browse:
Anyway, there goes: https://www.studiodaily.com/2018/06/outlander-dp-stephen-mcnutt-asc-csc-saucy-scottish-show/
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We discussed Terry Dresbach and her inebriated rants, Vanessa Woman's devastating impact on set as Intimacy Coordinator, RDM's jealousy and many other aspects of life on the OL set. Rumors likely to have originated there peppered our shipping trail like flickering lights in a sea of darkness. So yes, we dissected these things to death. But not Stephen McNutt's interview to Studio Daily, on June 22, 2018 - please keep in mind the date, it is essential!
Stephen McNutt is a well-established professional and a member of the American Society of Cinematographers (ASC) and the Canadian Society of Cinematographers (CSC), as he hails from British Columbia. He also has a consistent track record of previous work with RDM, both on Battlestar Galactica and Caprica (its prequel). Therefore, one has to immediately suppose he was handpicked and brought on set by the same RDM, of course: set a very low bar on your expectations, I am warning you.
By the grace of RDM, he was one of the main Directors of Photography for OL during Seasons Two and Three. IMDb is not the best source for corroborating things, because they credit him with 13 episodes in Season Two (including La Dame Blanche- he is the Blue Room guy!), but only one for Season Three (First Wife), which is completely wrong. I even had to check some opening credits on Netflix (at reduced speed, ugh), because he speaks at length of A. Malcolm, something that would have made little sense otherwise. He was there, of course: and his is a first-hand account, heavily loaded with both innuendo and TPTB bullshit, up to the point of complete incoherence.
We focus on the three final questions:
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This is a study in bullshitology, right here. The question asked is very clear and very technical: how did you approach those famous love scenes?
The answer is a mumble jumble of retcon, deflections, slips and overall impossible scramble for a logical explanation. I am doing a line by line, because this is almost too good to be true:
'(...) But as far as Cat and Sammy making love (...)' : um, hello and excuse me, I thought the question was about Jamie and Claire?!? And then we are delusional and can't fucking separate, when your own henchman, the Director of Photography no less, seems to be totally unable to do so, too? Hello? Also: 'Sammy'? 'Sammy'? What. The. Total. Fuck, and I LOLed then and I am still LOLing now. Terms of endearment overheard on set - but no, here comes the 'friendship' shite, hitting the narrative fan with Mach 5 speed. Objective? Explaining in a plausible way the hugging and 'keeping warm'. And I am sorry, but this begs the question: what the hell did this man see on that set? And how many people did see the same, hence the need to release such a gratuitous lie, for pure retconning purposes?
'They are not an item at all - I think she just got married'. Oh, fuck my life, man: you are such a terrible, terrible liar! Remember, that interview was taken in June 2018: after the OZ EFH and just about when C. was gleefully answering 'oh, God forbid!' every time she was prompted by press about her marriage plans. How can somebody with a pretty high trophic level and personal rapport to both S and C be totally unaware about C's marital status at the time? How can a long time acquaintance and coworker of RDM say no both to a friend and to a current boss (same person, the worst case scenario) asking for a favor, in that particular context? It also goes to prove that the shit show plot mainlines never originated with S and C and that the Remarkable Week-end was already planned for quite some time. By TPTB. With the full knowledge of RDM.
Let's suppose Mr. McNutt was so deeply engrossed in his work as not to notice all the people who must have congratulated C on set. I mean, I know who our (spinster) colleague from Accounting is currently banging and that guy is (mercifully) not among our staff (I totally wish them well, btw). Maybe because nobody congratulated C on that fakegagement? Also, you know them well enough to confidently say 'they are not an item', but don't know she was not married at the time and state an enormity with the same confidence? What in the name of the hoo-ha did I just read, here?
'I was always in such amazement of that.' In amazement of exactly what, Mr. McNutt? Surely not a woman holding hands or keeping warm with her gay co-star on set, huh? I mean, I need the best American English dictionary, here:
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Again: what the heck did this man see? What comments did he hear? Surely, 'amazement' is a very precise choice of wording, with particularly enlightening synonyms:
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Hence the need to end the demonstration with a deflection: 'They would just have fun.' You know, there is no such thing as a virgin whore, Mr. McNutt: you either are in such astonishment or you think your pals, good old S and C, such a funny girl, were having, well... 'fun', what else? You can't logically have both in the same paragraph!
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And there we go: 'a very collegial atmosphere on set'. The answer is pure fool's gold, if you ask me: 'Nobody goes to sit in a trailer or says they aren’t showing up that day. '
And I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed. I really don't know what this man is talking about. I never heard McTavish telling S to get out of that trailer ('nephew'). I never read the 'two very loved-up birdies' in a trailer a-rockin' Anons. I never watched that 2015 Anglophile SDCC interview, when S mentioned listening in their shared trailer to Erasure's Oh, l'Amour and C immediately reacted ('oh, did you just admit to that?'). But unlike me, McNutt must have been legally bound by a big cojones Non-Disclosure Agreement and morally bound by loyalty towards RDM, his friend, boss and benefactor.
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This. All of the above. This is the real reason for all the bullshit you've just read: explaining a real, shocking love story by socially progressive regulations, allowing the cast to be 'much more happy'. I would laugh some more, if this was not sinister and cruel, in fact.
It is Love. A deep, strong one. But the seeds of the adverse narrative were planted early and deep, forcing even decent people like this guy to lie and smear himself a bit in the process. What we see and hear now are but better worded and more refined consequences of that fateful January 2016 morning in LA. And since I am allowed the dubious luxury only a healthy distance in time allows, let me remind you a simple, fun fact about this interview who stated they were never an item:
About ten months after McNutt uttered these words, the fandom was hit by the Covfefe Pics.
I rest my case.
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hungiehipo · 15 days
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MACDENNIS TIMELINE CONDENSED
ok so the other one is kinda long. Here's the short version.
Macdennis can be separated into 7 phases.
(S1-S4) - In these seasons the homoerotic undertones are treated as more of a bit.
(s5-s7)- 5 is Dennis' most thirsty season, he nearly adores Mac (not to say he doesn't try to control him or get irritated by him). Then, after Dee pointing out how gay they are getting, there's a big pullback. Dennis says no homo, Mac says definitely no homo, Dennis gets married and kicks Mac out, Dennis gets divorced so fast and lets Mac back into the apartment.
(s8-s9) Mac tries to kiss Dennis on the mouth out of nowhere. Mac and Dennis have monthly dinner dates. They wrestle naked in a shower, but the "wrestling" is more like a swaying embrace. Their apartment burns down.
(s10-s11)
Mac and Dennis live with Dee now. They have to take turns jacking off to the same creampie videos to get off now for some reason ( I don't know why people think they were doing it together because from what I can tell they weren't). They move into a house together and nearly kill each other.
(s12)
Mac and Dennis are back in their own apartment. Mac comes out for real. Mac gets Dennis a Valentines day present, causing him to tear up. Dennis leaves the state to go raise his secret son.
(s13-14 )
Dennis' angriest seasons, needs a hug badly. He comes back from north Dakota. Mac pines hard, tries desperately to do what Dennis wants him to, but Dennis just wants him to take control.
(s15-16)
Mac backs off. The power has flipped, and Dennis is slipping. Mac explores his identity.
parallel relationships
(Mac/Dennis Jr., Mandy/Brian Jr.) -suburbs/double life
(Macdennis paired with married couple/gruesome twosome paired with father son duo) - Gets romantic
(MacDennis/Malcom and his dad)- celebrity booze *the parallel could also be dennis/frank malcolm/his dad instead*
Fake relationships
Hugh Honey and Vic Vinegar- Pretended to be gay married realtors
Double life- Pretended to be in an emotional relationship to get Dennis out of having to be with Mandy romantically.
Johnny- Dennis Catfishes Mac into having an emotionally and sexually involved romantic relationship with his online alias.
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aalyssah · 1 year
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Jealous Baby
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Pairing: Jealous!Brahms Heelshire x Fem!Reader
Warning: Angst/Fluff. Jealous!Brahms Clingy, Insecure!Brahms? Yelling.
Word Count: 1,344
Summary: Brahms has been clingy and you don't know why.
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For the 2 weeks Brahms has been clingy and you don't know why. Usually you appreciate it, but now it's starting to get annoying. You can't do simple things like wash dishes, make up the bed, or cook, you can't even use the bathroom alone!
Currently, you were watching TV and noticed it's almost time for lunch, you tried getting up, but couldn't because Brahms was holding you tight. "Brahms baby you need to let go, it's time for lunch." He didn't say anything but held you tighter, to give a silent no.
"Brahms come on now let go." You struggled trying to get out of his hold. "No! Don't leave!" A child like voice yelled. "Brahms if you don't let go you won't get a good night kiss." With that being said he let out a small whimper and let go and you made your way to the kitchen fix him lunch.
When you gave him lunch he sat having an arm around you while he ate.
Later In The Day
It was dinner time and you struggled again to get Brahms off, but you eventually did. As you were fixing dinner Brahms kept trying to hold your hand. "No Brahms go sit down I'm cooking." You kept telling him to stop but he wouldn't listen. Brahms tried holding your hand which caused you to spill the boiling water on you hand "Ow!!" You yelled in pain.
You turned around and looked up at Brahms with anger in your eyes "Brahms I told you to stop! Now look at what you did! You've been a bad boy just go to your room!" Brahms slowly walked up the stairs, sad. 'Finally I can get something done' you thought.
You were done cooking and called for Brahms but he didn't come down. Although you yelled at him you didn't expect him to ignore you. You went upstairs and knocked on the door "Brahms dinner is ready" No response. You cracked the door and sat the food on the dresser and went to get ready for bed.
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The next morning you woke up to a quiet house. Usually Brahms would be running to your room with cuddling, hugs and kisses, but you didn't get any of that. You decided to brush it off thinking he was sleep. You got ready for the day and went to make breakfast.
Once you we're done making the food you went upstairs to wake him up. You knock on the door and got no response. "Brahms breakfast is ready." Nothing. You opened the door and saw Brahms in the corner. "Brahms love it's time for breakfast." He didn't even look at you, but he got up and went downstairs.
You were kind of surprised, Brahms wasn't one for ignoring you, but you thought he was still mad about last night 'He'll be fine. He'll get over it' you thought once more. (Boy were you wrong.) For 2 WEEKS Brahms stayed in his room. The only time he came out is when he had to use the bathroom. You would say, ‘Come watch TV and cuddle' but he would just ignore you.
"BATH TIME!"
It was bath time. You went upstairs and opened the door "Brahms it's time for a bath!" He just looked at you and went to the bathroom. You turned the water on and got bubbles. He wasn't excited like he normally is. You started washing him but, he kept moving and pushing your hands back "Brahms stop I'm trying to wash you!" You said a little annoyed.
He still wouldn't stop. He grabbed the loofah and started washing himself. You were kind of surprised because he's never done this before. You decided to let him and walked away and got ready for bed. You tried thinking why he was acting like this it's been 2 weeks now. You thought back to 2 weeks ago before this all started and then it hit you like a train.
Flashback
You just took a shower and was getting dressed. Brahms walked in he looked confused in why you were dressed up so nice. "Where are you going? His child voice asked. "With Malcolm, we need more groceries." You turned around and saw how he got sad. You know Brahms has separation anxiety. "Don't worry it should only take 1 hour and I will back." You assured him. Kissing him on the cheek.
2 hours later... 
It's been 2 hours and you knew you told Brahms only 1 but, Malcolm was showing you a carnival that just opened up and you lost track of time. You and Malcolm entered the house. Malcolm was kind enough to stay and help you put the groceries away. He even stayed after that and ya'll talked on the couch in the living room.
Little did you know a sad Brahms was watching you and Malcolm have the time of your life, with another man. It hurt him truly. The thought of you leaving him for another man scared him so he thought maybe he could make you love him by showing affection.
He went back into the walls and cried in bed. He heard his door opened and so he pretended to be asleep and he felt and gave him his kiss. "Goodnight Brahmsy.”
End Of Flashback
It was now morning and you were looking forward to getting your baby boy back. You cooked his favorite breakfast and served it to him in bed. You pulled up his mask to show the his lips kissed him. "Brahms baby I made you breakfast eat up! And then we can go watch a movie with snacks!"
Brahms was confused and wondered why you started to act like you care so much. He was starting to wonder if you loved him. He ate his breakfast made his way downstairs. There he saw you, sitting on the couch the a bowl of popcorn, candy, and drinks on the coffee table. He smiled underneath the mask and made his way over.
He sat far from you "Brahms come here and cuddle." You said. Brahms hesitated for a second but took your word. He slowly made his way over and wrapped his arms around you and put his head in your chest. He waited for you to tell him to stop but you didn't. You even held him closer.
By the end of the movie you and Brahms fell asleep. You woke up to Brahms shaking you. "Wha- What's wrong Brahms?" You asked tiredly "Hungry." he said. You look over the coffee table and saw all the snacks gone. For a moment he got scared thinking you're going to yell at me for eating all the unhealthy stuff but instead you said "Come on let's eat dinner and go to bed."
You cooked him his favorite dinner and ate with him. You let him hold your hand while cooking and sat with him letting your bodies touch. Brahms helped you wash dishes "Brahms you were such a good boy today!" You praised him. You decided you were gonna sleep with him so you changed into your PJs and sat got underneath the covers with Brahms
He hugged you while you played with his hair "Brahms I'm sorry I ignored you and lied to you. I lost track of time." You said "I know you love me and I love you too, I was just having a great time and I wasn’t thinking about the consequences. I promise I will never leave you like that again." You waited for a response.
"I love you too.” He squealed. You couldn't help but smile. "But" You said cutting off the happiness "You can't keep stuff like that away from me if you don't tell me I can't fix the problem, we need to talk more."  "Ok I promise I will" He said.
The rest of the night was filled with giggles kisses and cuddling.
You were glad to have you Baby Boy back.
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purplecoffee13 · 4 months
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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 4*
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Summary: “Harry and Y/N faked their break-up when they got back to the wedding, and they haven’t seen each other since. But Y/N can’t handle the silence, and decides to confront him.”
Wc: 5.2k
Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)
Warnings: angst, overdue confessions, possessiveness, feral!Harry, elevator sex, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), overstimulation (slightly)
A/N: The final part is here!!! I hope you enjoyed this little ride. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. I just wrote this in one sitting, and I haven’t actively proof read it, but I wanted to upload it anyway and I’ll go over it again tomorrow. Enjoy!
It has been three weeks since Harry and I flew back home. After our adventure in the broom closet, Harry’s entire energy had shifted and he was being distant, except when we needed to prove to everyone that we were a couple.
The flight was nothing short of excruciating, and a part of my soul, one that I had decided to lock up for my own sanity, hoped that the plane would never hit the ground. It had become evident that once back home, everything would go back to how it used to be. That stupid flight was the last time I could pretend Harry and I would ever stand a chance.
I was in awe with how fast I'd fallen for him, but seeing him around his family, having him touch me in the ways he did, and watching his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at me. I'm positive I'm making half of it up, especially because I've been reeling over everything that happened over the past week.
Harry and I had agreed, before we even stepped on the plane to Italy, to just tell our friends that it didn't work out once we got back. To say that we got into a fight on the way home, and we were back to hating each other's guts.
At the time I wondered how I was going to fake being heart broken in front of my friends, but I didn't have to lie. Zoey and Natalia were shocked to see how affected I was by this supposed break-up. They never said 'I told you so', but I know they were thinking it. Nonetheless, they stayed with me, talking about it all night.
I managed to twist the story to fit the narrative Harry and I told everyone. I just needed to talk to someone about the whole situation with Ophelia and how I felt foolish for ever thinking we'd have a shot in the first place.
A week after we got back, I saw him in the hallway of the literature building. He doesn't take any literary classes, so I was startled when I saw him standing there. He was alone, and looking at me, but he didn't walk up to me. I tore my gaze away from him and walked into the classroom. I still don't know what we talked about in that class, but I remember sitting by the window to watch him walk to the engineering building, hands buried in his pockets.
Thirty days have passed, and I'm still not entirely over it. Zoey and Natalia asked me to go out for drinks tonight, and I reluctantly accepted. I need to get out of this house and start moving on from the confusing mess I worked myself into.
We meet at a local Irish pub near the campus. Upon arriving, I almost immediately spot the girls sitting in one of the bigger booths. As I near, I spot a few of Malcolm's friends, and my ex himself in the booth too. Zoey sees me and comes running as fast as she can, pulling me away from the table.
"I am so sorry!" She begins, a stressed look on her face. "We texted you that he was here, but we weren't sure if you'd get them in time. I swear, we didn't know he was coming."
I throw her a smile, then pull her into a hug. Zoey stays still first, but slowly wraps her around me too. When I get out of the hug and look back at her, her wide eyes are filled with question marks.
"I really don't care, but thank you for trying to warn me." I rub her arms soothingly. I still sound sad, I know that, but I can't help it. Maybe a beer will help me relieve some of the weight I've been feeling on my shoulders these past few weeks.
"You really liked Harry, didn't you?" She asks me, and I nod, because it's in the past now so there is no point in denying it anymore. "Even though you dated for such a short time."
"He just... I don't know, Zoe. He felt so familiar, and I thought that meant something..." I shrug, feeling my heart strain as I talk. "But it didn't. My mistake."
Zoey gives me a sad smile, and suggests to go get a drink. I agree and we walk to the bar together, where we both order some kind of special beer we've never tasted before. We get caught up in a conversation, and our huge glasses are half-empty by the time we get back to the booth. I greet everyone, blowing a kiss to Natalia who sits in the middle of the booth. She shares the same worried look as Zoey, but at the sight of our faces, she relaxes a bit.
I feel Malcolm's burning stare on me. He is sitting with his arm around another girl, slouched back, fiddling with his empty glass on the table. I don't gift him the satisfaction of meeting his eye any more than necessary, and pick up the conversation with Zoey where we left it off.
An hour goes by, and no one dares to mention Harry so far, which makes me a lucky girl because I don't want to hear about him right now. But I think my mind jinxed it, unfortunately, because over Zoey, Natalia and my laughter, I hear Malcolm's voice say something I didn't even know I was dreading until the words come out of his mouth.
"Did you see that blonde chick Harry was with the other day?" He asks Noel, one of his idiot friends, who has always hated me for some reason. Noel nods intently.
"Oh yeah she was insanely hot, where the fuck did he even get her from?" He replies, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel the smirk in his voice.
But I don't really care about the malice with which those words were spoken. All I can think about is the word 'blonde', and how much I wish it isn't who I think it is.
I take a deep breath and finish my beer in one go. I have taken note of the awkward silence that dominates the table, but I don't let it get me self-conscious.
"I have to go." I say to Zoey, and start moving towards the end of the booth. She moves along with me and gets out of the booth so I can get out, but she looks concerned.
"Don't let Mal get to you. He's a jerk." She pleas, and I shake my head.
"He isn't getting to me. I just need to go, I need to see Harry." I explain, even though I'm risking the chance that Natalia and Zoey will physically restrain me from going.
"I'll drive you." I hear Natalia say from behind me. I turn around and see her getting out of the booth as she throws on her jacket.
"Where are you guys going?" Noel asks, a bit of an angry tone in his voice. Natalia turns around and scowls at him.
"To find guys whose balls have dropped."
With that, Zoey and Natalia escort me out of the pub, and we giggle as we get into the car.
"Okay, where does he live again?" Natalia says, getting her car GPS ready. I give her the address, which is actually quite close to the pub, and in under five minutes we have arrived at his apartment complex. I've never been here before, but I keep that to myself, of course.
"All right," Natalia and Zoey turn around to me, who is sitting in the backseat. "let us know when you're inside and if you want us to wait, okay?"
I nod at them, and they cheer me on as I get out of the car. Anxiety fills me as I make my way towards the door, and I feel like I might just throw up as I ring the bell. However, Harry doesn't answer it. To my luck, a woman opens the door from the inside, and holds the door for me so I can walk inside.
Utter fear and excitement make my body shiver as I stand in the empty elevator, waiting to reach the seventh floor where Harry lives. I speed walk towards his front door, but once I'm in front of her, I get increasingly more anxious about knocking.
What if Ophelia is still here? What if they're inside together? I'd look like a fool. Hell, I already do. What part of me even assumed he feels something for me in the first place. For all I know, he doesn't give two shits about me.
But the second I take a physical step back, I shake my head. No, I need to talk to him.
I knock a couple of times, but there is no answer. I stand there for a minute, then knock again. After three minutes of standing there in silence, my shoulders start to slump. He's not here. But there is a string of motivation that pulls me along anyway, and it makes me pick up my phone and dial his number.
Much like his door, he doesn't answer the phone, and I am connected to his voicemail. I take a deep breathe as the peep reaches my ear.
"Hi," I softly say when the peep has faded and it's up to me to leave him a message. "I... I'm uh, I'm at your apartment, but you're not home— Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have had to leave this voicemail."
I squeeze my eyes shut at the awkward trailing off, and clench my jaw to shut myself up before I say too much stupid shit.
"But uhm, I heard you were with— never mind. Can we talk? Let me know, okay?" I stumble, before hanging up. I sigh, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity as I walk back to the elevator.
When I'm back at the car again, the girls are quick to jump me with questions, but their voices fade at the sight of my disappointed face.
"We'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Natalia says as Zoey grabs my hand and squeezes it. I silently nod, feeling too stupid to talk or move.
It doesn't take long to get to my apartment, which is on campus. I huh the girls goodbye and make a beeline for the elevator, wanting to get into my bed as soon as possible and watch movies for the rest of the night.
When the elevator reaches my floor, I am quick to step out, but my eyes widen at the person I spot.
At my front door is Harry, whose head shoots towards me at the ping of the elevator. His eyebrows raise at the sight of me, like he's relieved to see me. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my mind cloudy from the surprise of him standing at my front door after I just came back from standing at his front door.
"Making up for my stupidity." He says without missing a beat, a sad look in his eyes. It looks an awful lot like the way he looked at me in the broom closet as his energy completely shifted and he emotionally closed himself off from me for the rest of the trip.
"D– did you get my voicemail?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I stare at him, doe eyed. Freaky.
"I was just at your apartment. You weren't there, and I thought you were with... Malcolm said he saw you with a blonde girl and I... oh, I don't know I'm rambling." I wave it off, shrugging my shoulders.
"I wasn't." Harry leans down to meet my eyes, and when he does, he says it again. "I wasn't."
He cups my face with his hands and waits for me to respond to him. I nod, softly, my stomach turning at the touch of his hands on my face, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.
"Look, this whole thing is stupid. I caught feelings, and I think I saw things and found meanings that weren't there." I confess to him, the tension in my body already starting to fade away. "I just got weirdly jealous of Ophelia. I mean, here I was with this crush that had been developing for a couple weeks, while she has this deep history with you. I know I can't compete with someone like that."
Harry frowns as if I'm telling him lies, and it gets me a little bit insecure.
"But, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to apologize for if I made things weirder than they needed to be." I give him a half-smile. "So, sorry."
It stays silent between us, for a couple of minutes, but then Harry let's put a short laugh. My cheeks begin to heat up at the sound of it. Is he laughing at me?
I roll my eyes. I thought he was serious about talking to me, and now I feel stupid for what I just said. I go to walk past him, but he doesn't allow me to.
"Let me through." I demand, trying to push his arm away, but he just shakes his head.
"No."
"I'm not going to stand if you're just going to laugh at me. Let me through, Harry." I argue, but he doesn't budge. I groan loudly, then turn around and walk towards the elevator. I hear his footsteps behind me , but I ignore them.
"What are you doing?" He asks, watching me as I push the button from the elevator over and over again, as if it has any effect on the speed with which it will arrive.
"Getting away from you." I grit through my teeth, a little sense of victory washing over me as the elevator door opens. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm currently opting for tattling Harry to the janitor so he'll get kicked out of the building.
Not so much to my surprise, he follows, standing in front of the buttons. He smirks lazily as I try to move him away, and eventually manage to push the '1' button. The door closes, and I go to turn around, but Harry pulls me back against him, and suddenly the elevator starts shaking a bit, and we come to a halt. I push Harry's arm away from my waist and turn around to see his hand still around the emergency stop. My eyes widen at the realization of what he just did.
"What did you do?!" I cry out.
"We weren't done talking." He says, face turned serious again.
"We were." I argue, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes at me, just like I did before.
"We were not."
"Well, I was!"
"You can be so difficult sometimes, do you know that?" He tells me, voice strained with irritation.
"Says the guy who stopped the elevator!" I fight back.
"You won't hear me out." Harry reasons, and he's right. I don't. I'm too mad to hear him out right now. So, I don't respond to him with anything but a scowl. He takes a step closer, and I instinctively take one back, tearing my eyes off him and instead staring at the ground.
"And if you don't hear me out, you wouldn't know that Ophelia was never here. I haven't seen her since the wedding. They probably saw me with someone from class." He tells me, and while I feel relieved, I also feel like an idiot for ever having the plan to let janitor Hector throw Harry out of the building.
"And you also wouldn't know that when I was eighteen, I went to this pool party, and I saw this girl in a lilac bikini, playing volleyball in the pool with a beer in her hand," He steps closer again, and I let him. My brows knit and I meet his eyes. "and I fell in love with her right then and there."
I remember that party. I didn't know he was there, too.
"But she was dancing with someone else, so I hooked up with this girl named Marie. And when I went on a date with her, I discovered her best friend was the girl from the pool party." He explains, and I scoff. What a pretty fairytale like story, too good to be true. Harry shakes his head slowly, and then cups my face with his hands again.
"I swear to god, Y/N. I've liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you three years ago. I was young, and stupid and I'm sorry you lost that friendship because of me. I shouldn't have made a move on you while dating someone else, that was stupid and I can't take that back. But I got too excited with the fact that I could finally talk to you."
"You worry about me and Ophelia's history. Well, I've wanted you for three years. I've just been waiting for even a sliver of a chance, and I promised myself I wouldn't fuck it up when I got it." He tells me, and the generosity in his voice makes me want to cry. "I just got a bit nervous, after what happened those two nights. I didn't want it to be a one time thing. But I acted too distant, I shouldn't have done that. But I swear, from the moment I saw you, it's been you. Not Ophelia or anyone else, just you, okay? And if you don't believe me, let me add that my parents actually don't know Leila's gay."
I take a deep, shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off of him, and then push my lips onto his. It's sudden, and it's needy, and it stems from the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I possibly can. I can't articulate what I feel but I can show it by the way I kiss him.
He doesn't waste anytime and deepens the kiss as soon as my arms have flung around his neck. His tongue dances around mine hungrily, but there is still this gentleness in his movements. He is holding back a bit, as if he kissing me like he really wants to will make me disappear. I decide to pull out of the kiss for a moment, and we stare at each other, breathless with the passion that is burning in both our bodies.
"I missed you." I blurt out, shocking myself and him. Harry's mouth forms into a wide smile, and dives his head straight into my neck. A moan escapes my mouth the second I feel him starting to suck on my skin.
"Harry... we probably shouldn't do this here." I protest ever so slightly, because I actually do not care but I'd rather have him in my bed than against the hard wall. "Let's go back to my place."
He kisses his way up to my jaw, and gums in agreement. I go to step away from him to push back the emergency stop, but Harry doesn't let me. He puts his left hand around my neck and kisses me again, while his right hand hikes up my skirt. Upon stopping the kiss, he leans into my ear.
"We'll get out of here once you've had an orgasm. Consider it an apology for laughing just now." He purred. The combination his heavy breathing and his fingers slipping into my panties makes me shut my eyes tightly. He strokes my pussy with two of his fingers, getting a feel of my wetness.
"Poor girl, I've got you all soaked, don't I?" He taunts as he begins to rub my clit. I moan a 'yes', too aroused to be able to handle the slow teasing. I just want to come so we can get out of here and he can fuck me on my bed.
"Harry, please..." I plead with him, and somewhat of a growl leaves his mouth. His fingers disappear from my heat and I whine at the sudden coolness of my underwear's fabric in my pussy.
I hear the jingle of his belt and I look down to see him taking his rock hard cock out of his pants. Before I can even ask what he's doing, Harry grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, gasping at the feel of his cock against my wet folds.
"I'm going to give you my cock baby, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are, alright?" He commands, taking my underwear between both of his hands and ripping it apart. I widen my eyes at the sight of him pushing away my torn panties, but I'm too turned on from it to get mad.
"Harry, we're in an elevator. What if other people—"
"Do I look like I give a shit about other people? They can take the stairs for all I care." He interrupts me, voice raised a bit. I shake my head ever so hesitantly. "Now, do you want my cock or not?"
He slaps my thigh when I don't respond to him immediately, so I nod as fast as I can.
"Yes, I want it. Please." I look at him, and he leans in to kiss me again. This time it's harsh, and sloppy and needy, the passion having turned into a rough fire that can only be put out with a hard fuck.
He stops the kiss, aligns himself with my pussy, and then pushes himself into me. I let out a shameless cry at the feeling of his dick gliding into me. It's so easy because of how wet I am, and I like how big he is and how it hurts the first minute.
"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this, love." He starts out slow, knowing his size is something to get used to, but I want none of that.
"Go faster, Harry. I don't care if it hurts, I just want you." I gasp into his mouth in between kisses, and he groans loudly before pushing himself into me with a sharp trust that gives me a burning feeling in my core. It's like I've turned a switch, because Harry's pace is unbelievable and I find it might be too much to handle. Every thought I have fades away until the only thing I can think about is him.
I moan like we're in an isolated room and watch his beautiful face and the curls that fall in front of his face because of the harshness of the thrusts.
"Ah! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" The only words I'm able to articulate from all that are flying through my brain.
"Thaaat's it baby. You get what you asked for " He smirks, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I cry out from the moment he starts to rub circles on it, and I know I won't last very long anymore.
"Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Are you gonna cream all over my thick cock?" He asks and I can't help but scream out. My tits are almost spilling out of my top because of the way Harry's fucking me against this wall.
"Yes, yes, please! I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm takes ahold of my body, mind and soul. My walls are pulsating around Harry and I'm pulling on his hair for some kind of support as I fall apart. I try to catch my breath, but I'm not able to because Harry drills into me even harder than before.
"H– Harry what are you, oh..." My eyes roll to the back of my head at the amount of stimulation that I'm currently feeling. My grip on his head loosens and I slowly start becoming nothing but a rag doll for him to fuck stupid.
"You're mine now." He growls, and I nod at him, too out of breath to say anything. "And I'm going fuck you until I cum inside your sweet pussy, and you'll hold it in there until we get to your apartment. Do you understand?"
I nod at his request, but he isn't pleased with that. He wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes ever so slightly.
"I said: do you understand?"
"I understand." I sputter out, and with that he is back to pounding himself into me. He doesn't take his time, and I know it's because he needs this release just as much as I do. His thumb finds its way to my button again and he continues rubbing and rubbing until I'm nothing but a shivering mess under him.
"Look at you, getting fucked stupid in an elevator by your boyfriend. Such a little slut, all for– fuck! All for me, huh?" He rambles and nothing but words of agreement leave my mouth at his dirty words as I feel my legs tremble with the arrival of a second orgasm.
I push Harry's face against mine to muffle my own scream, but the way he moans into me doesn't quite help my case.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum, baby." He says, and I gather all my mental strength to return some of that dirty talk he's been providing me with.
"Cum for me, please. I need it so fucking bad, baby. Make me yours." I mewl and his thrusts become more erratic with every word I utter, and by the time I'm done talking, I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my walls.
We're both unable to talk for a minute. We stand there, catching our breath with our foreheads pressed against each other.
"I'm gonna pull out, baby." Harry says after another minute of coming back to earth. I nod tiredly, and hiss as he removes his dick from me. He slowly lowers my legs to the ground, but I hold on tight to his neck because my legs need a few seconds to adjust to holding up my entire body weight.
Harry puts on his pants again and shimmies down my skirt for me before pushing the emergency stop. The elevator goes up almost immediately, but it feels like forever, especially with the feeling of Harry's cum starting to leak out of me. I do my best to hold it in, but it's hard when your legs have just done the most intense work-out they've ever done in their entire life.
When the elevator door opens on my floor, we are met with another couple, who looks at us with a frown when met with the state of us. It doesn't help that the elevator smells like sex now, so we walk out as quickly as we can, Harry adding a cheeky 'goodnight' before we rush to my door.
We both burst into laughter the second the elevator closes and I open my front door for us to get in. Once inside, Harry picks me up and Carrie's me to my couch, where he lays me down on my back. He lies on top of me, partly holding himself up so I don't crush under him, and gives me a deep, long kiss.
His hands stroke through my hair as our lips brush against each other. It's delicate and I could cry at the softness of it all. Harry pulls out of the kiss to analyze my face. He takes in every feature, as do I, and after a bit of silence he speaks up.
"I can't believe you let me have you." He says, those stars in his eyes that I love so much.
"I can't believe your parents don't know Leila's gay."
That makes him laugh, and in time me, because his laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, apart from his moans.
"You liked me for three years." I state what he said earlier, and he nods a genuine nod.
"Three and half, to be exact."
"You're crazy." I shake my head with a chuckle.
"Deal with it. Your boyfriend is a crazy guy." He says and kisses my neck again, before moving away from me.
"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown, not happy with him just going away out of nowhere. I roll my eyes when he hikes up my skirt once again and starts kissing my thigh.
"Harry, I already came two times. I don't know if I'll be able to come."
"Ssh, baby. Just want a taste." He says before attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a shriek at how intense the feeling is, especially in regards to the sensitivity of my clit.
I become a moaning mess right away, and my hand finds its way to his hair. He sucks and licks long stripes all over my pussy. He lifts his face for a moment, mouth and nose glistening with our arousal and pushes two of his fingers further and further into my mouth. I suck on them with a satisfied moan, until he retracts them and shoved them into my already filled up hole.
"Oh, m– oh my god!" I whimper as his fingers pump in and out of me, and he knocks me out of the park when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit.
I know my orgasm is closing in, but I've never experienced three orgasms in one night before, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of this one. Everything feels so intense that I don't know how I'm going to react to this third one.
A string of curses and moans are the only thing that leave my mouth as I shut my eyes so tight that I swear I see stars, and my entire body pulsates as he helps me ride out my high. I don't even have the strength to open my eyes until Harry gets back on eye level with me.
"Open your eyes baby." He whispers, his fingers caressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I whine incoherently.
"I know love, I know. I'll get you all cleaned up and then we' go to sleep, alright." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek before getting up and scooping me up from the couch. I already feel awake enough to walk myself, but I keep quiet so he can carry me to my bathroom.
He strips both of us from our clothes and turns on the shower. He cleans me up, even though I insist I do it myself, and afterwards he also fancies himself in charge of what I'm wearing to bed. He picks out a simple, oversized Metallica t-shirt I got from my dad, and helps me put it on before getting into bed with me.
I have to say I am quite sleepy, so my eyes fall shut quite easily. Harry keeps on playing with my now wet hair, making me even more drowsy.
"I won't mess this up." He says, mostly to himself, I think. But I respond anyway.”
"I won't let you."
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freddie-77-ao3 · 1 month
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Connor: Do you need a hug? Malcolm, upset: WHAT DO YOU THINK?? Malcolm: *Storms off* Connor: Malcolm, coming back: Yes please, I’m sorry (he's mad Annabeth kicked him out of the counselor's meeting)
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sunny44 · 1 year
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I’m home
Pairing: Mason Mount x mom!reader
Warnings: none, just cute stuff
Summary: Mason comes home for his girls after being away for a while.
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I had been away for a month now, I had a few games in a row and a lot of training.
And now I was coming home missing my wife and my daughter.
Sophie Isabel Mount was the sweetest little girl of all, she was daddy's little girl for sure.
Y/n and I have been dating for four years, after two years of relationship we found out that she was pregnant.
At first it was terrifying, we were certainly not prepared for it.
It was something that we wanted eventually but not at the time it happened.
The first few days it was strange, Y/n did the pharmacy test and it was the only result we had at the time, so until we actually went and saw the ultrasound it was like it wasn't real.
Y/n by the time she saw the ultrasound immediately started to cry, I was still ecstatic and it didn't really hit me until that same day, but was in the middle of the night.
I was rolling around in bed unable to sleep, I spent most of the night imagining myself being a father, how my sister always told me that I would be a great father, especially if it was a girl.
The good thing about my sister having Summer was that I could practice changing diapers and get more or less a sense of what it would be like.
And that's where I burst in tears, Y/n woke up scared by the fact that I was crying at three in the morning and that's where I told her it was because we were having a baby.
As soon as I opened the door to the house, I took off my sneakers and changing to my flip-flops and putting my training things on the floor.
“I'm home” I said out loud and then I heard fast footsteps running through the house.
“Daddy” she screams and I bent down to her height taking her in my arms “I missed you”.
“ I missed you too sweetheart”.
“You took a long time to come back”.
“I know baby, sorry for that” she hugs me tight.
“I don’t want you away never again.” She says.
“I know baby and I’m sorry for that, your going everywhere with me now. I’m putting you in my suitcase.” She starts laughing.
“And what about mommy?”
“We can bring mommy with us.”
“Ok then.” She says and kiss my nose with her nose “Can we go to the park with Malcolm?”
That is the name of the golden retriever we gave her when she was a baby, they are best friends.
“Yes we can, where's mommy?”
“She is outside, we are bathing the flowers.
Sophie and Y/n had a garden in the back of the house where they took care of the flowers, there were many flowers and even some vegetables.
It was one of the activities my girlfriend does with our daughter, she made a whole schedule of activities for the week to develop her creativity, and also because it is one of the few things that keeps her mind off from thinking too much about me since when I am away she cries a lot because she misses me.
“Let's go see mommy then" I took her in my lap and we went to the back.
And there she was, barefoot on the grass, wearing a loose flowered dress and some waves in her brown hair.
“Hi love” she dropped the hose on the ground and came to me “I missed you so much”.
“I missed you too” I kissed her.
“Ew” I laughed with my lips still close to hers.
“Ew what, young lady” I said, patting her belly “Let's finish helping mommy to bath the plants and then we can go to the park and walk with Malcolm.
“And then pizzaaaaaa”. We shouted in celebration and went to bath the plant.
And I was more than happy to be home.
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Bonus scene!
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Masonmount there’s nothing better than coming back home and seeing my girls bathing their flowers 🌸
@Y/nmount you should bath the flowers with us next time
@Masonmount I need a baby boy to play football with me, what do you say?
@Y/nmount maybe yes, maybe not
@Debbiemount oh I love those cute faces
@Y/nmount we love you too granny debs
@reecejames you have to bring her to training
@masonmount I won’t because she forgets about daddy when she sees her football uncles
@lovelymase we love baby mount so much, they both look very cute
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starfleetimagines · 2 months
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Malcom Reed hugging headcanons?
Hugging Malcolm Reed
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Malcolm isn’t big on physical affection. Not because he doesn’t want it per se but because he was just so emotionally neglected as a child he isn’t always comfortable with it. So when he does show physical affection it's a big deal.
He'd definitely not hug you while on duty, unless in a dire situation where one of you almost died or something, but even then he'd opt to just hold your hand or have his arm around your waist.
He'd be a very gentle hugger. He'd hold you loose but close, hands splayed on your back as his chin hooked over your shoulder. He wouldn't hold you tight unless one of you was very upset about something, and even then he wouldn't want to hurt you.
You'd more often than not have to ask for him to hug you, at least for the first little while in your relationship. Each time you did, he'd blink in surprise (not many people have wanted to hug him let alone ask for permission), but he'd open his arms and quietly say, "Of course" or "C'mere".
Eventually, he'd start to pick up on when you needed hugs. He'd always ask, though, or softly say, "I'm going to hug you, okay?" just in case you wanted to back up. You'd do the same to him, because that would just make him most comfortable.
He wouldn't say much when you're hugging. Possibly a "you're okay" or "I got you", but he'd mostly focus on just holding you close and waiting for you to pull back.
And when he began asking for hugs, too, that's when you knew he felt truly comfortable with you.
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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years
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Ah begging for jurassic park cuddling headcanons !! With whatever characters you'd like :))
OOoh yes I think we could all use some fluff rn
(None of these gifs are mine credit goes to the owners and I do want to say that i just picked gifs that fit the vibe in no way am i trying to exclude anyone from this headcanon)
Warnings: not beta read or edited, mentions of sex, mentions of making out , explicit language
Alan Grant
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- Ah our old Dino man I feel like he wouldn’t typically initiate physical touch - Lets get down to business though because he has a very protective nature which gets heightened after the park experience and this means that he prefers to have his back to the door or window so his body is a barrier between you and anything that comes into your shared room - when you do finally get his to cuddle it escalates really quick not in a yall are finna have sex kind of way but in a ever body part will be touching your legs will be tangled together hands are being held and do not be fooled he will tease you about it in the morning when he gets up to get you all morning coffee or tea - Now if you not in the mood for that kind of cuddling he totally understands but he does want to have some connection especially if you are feeling off like a simple hand holding, hand on the waist, forehead resting on the back of your neck or between your shoulder blades -He just wants to make sure you are there and won't disappear and that you know he is there for you
Ellie Sattler
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- Cuddles are an everyday thing, not because shes clingy but its just how she shows her affections and that she trusts you - Do not be surprised that she places her hand on the small of your back, on you shoulder or arm (also little butt touches) - She will be big spoon but if shes had one of her nightmares after shes been to the park please hold her turn on the bedroom light maybe try make her some warm tea - While cuddle she also while be going into deep conversations about anything and everything “Whats your favorite plant ?”, ”Do you want kids ?”, ”Do you ever wonder what would happen if you chose a different career ?”
Ian Malcolm
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- Ian is fueled by cuddles. some people use caffeine, he uses cuddles and physical attention - I do not make the rules (👀) - Despite this he will devote his attention to you touching your hair, if you have freckles or scars or your face he’ll trace them as if they are constellations - His all time favorite thing is nuzzling his face in your neck like a cat and while he’s doing that do NOT be surprised if he gives you little soft kisses on your shoulder and collarbone - He likes to listen to your heart beat ( before and after the events of the park but if its after the park he likes to ground himself with the steady beat getting the thumping of the T-rex out of his mind)
Claire Dearing
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- Claire is a multitasker now if you ask her for undivided attention she will give it to you a tv show running in the background or a podcast playing would be appreciated - At the beginning of y’all’s relationship sue wouldn’t be big on cuddles but once she realizes that this thing you guys have is amazing and needs to be cherished f u c k she will come up behind you when you are doing anything and hug you, slowly rubbing circles on your stomach with her thumbs - Most of the time you will still have to come to her for a good cuddle session but if she picks up on you being stressed or slightly out of the vibe she will drag you to bed or the couch and snuggle into each others embrace - If you try the historical picture with the two females one straddling the other doing the others make up thats it she will be absolutely whipped
Owen Grady
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- With this Dino Trainer expect a lot of goofing off as he is not one to be serious all the time in his intimate life - A cuddle session will almost definitely lead to a make out session not everytime but you know most of the time - He will initiate physical touch it is a love language of his and he is not ashamed of it - Lazy self care day alright you guys will be doing face masks in bed (he likes you to put his own for him and will act like he doesn’t even know how yo put it on himself) Lazy self care morning alright lets order some food via grubhub and binge a new tv show
Zach Mitchell
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- His a big tough guy he doesn’t like cuddles those are for babys- yeah he likes to lay his head in your lap and beg you to play with his hair - Zach is plagued with nightmares from that hybrid dino his aunt claire made one time it was so bad his parents had to call you over to calm him down - now if he is doing something lets say gaming because he is in fact a gamer boy™ he will swoon so hard if you slide into his lap facing him, wrap your arms around his torso, and put your head in his neck - He is a thigh man no questions asked he will trace shapes on your legs. you got scars ? they are beautiful. cellulite? adorable adds personality. stretch marks ? they look like cool lightening on your legs. so badass.
Franklin Webb
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- This man is always stressed and the quickest way to his heart is a quiet night in laying in bed - Typically he likes to hold you in any sense its a security thing but after a particular rough day at his work he will flop into bed and ask in a tired voice for some cuddles and this means he wants to be held because other wise it feels like he may fall apart -One time you decided to read to him while he was on top of you with his head on your chest and now it is his favorite thing on earth - On special days such as birthdays or anniversaries he’ll sneak out get your favorite breakfast then make it all fancy and serve it to you “Bon appétit, my sunshine.”
Zia Rodriguez
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- Lets get this straight (hehe) she likes being cuddled aka shes the small spoon - She is a titty person she just likes them. Man titties, small titties, big titties, perky titties, average titties, top surgery titties, lopsided titties, and even boob job titties. They are Gods human pillows are she will take advantage of the opportunity if you give her the all clear to lay on your chest because it is simply her safe space - If by some miracle she hasn't fallen asleep on your warm embrace then she will kinda be like Ellie and talk about everything especially the beloved dinos - Please kiss her on the top of the head and tell her you love her and you are proud of her she has to hear so much shit about her job that it would be very appreciated to hear some positives
Kayla Watts
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- She likes to act tough but she will melt into a hug or any attention you really give her - she does not care for what position. will be both big spoon and little spoon depending on the day. her all time favorite thing though is when you lay on her stomach with your body between her legs - Listen her job is anything but savory and she feels absolutely blessed to have you in her corner willing and able to comfort her - Often times cuddling happens after cleaning up some of her nicks and scratches or when she comes back from a job - She is the supreme partner because she is a stomach lady and if you got love handles… all the better for when you both cuddle
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agaypanic · 9 months
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omg i absolutely love your work 🤭
anyways! i was hoping i could request a reese wilkerson x reader where the reader is like kinda popular and really cool? and almost everyone is shocked at why she’d pick reese out of everyone else?
thank you! have a good day/night <3
Reese Wilkerson With a Popular S/O
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A/N: pretend air fryers were popular/invented in the early 2000s bc apparently they were first made in 2010
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Knowing how popular kids in early 2000s shows are, your friends are absolutely disgusted that you like Reese
They think he’s an animal and that he’d ruin your image
When you tell them you have a crush on Reese, they try SO HARD to talk you down
“Y/n, I can’t believe you’d even consider being near that thing.” One of your friends sneered as they all watched you stare at Reese Wilkerson, of all people, in a dreamy daze. “I’m pretty sure he’s, like, insane.”
“He’s not that bad.” You argued. His head turned slightly in your direction, and you looked away in a panic. Another one of your friends scoffed.
“He’s crazy into gore. Like, concerningly into it.” Everyone else at the table decided to bring up their own qualms with the boy.
“He’s really stupid. I don’t even know how he’s survived this long.”
“He has no friends.”
“He’s a dick to everyone.”
“He has a creepy laugh.”
“Okay, everyone, shut up!” You surprised yourself at your outburst, but you needed your friends to stop talking. You cleared your throat, smoothing out your shirt to regain your thoughts. “Look, I have Reese in my home ec class, and he’s actually really nice once you get to know him.” 
Your first friend sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/n, we’re just saying that he’s… he’s not like you. Like us.” The table agreed, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You brushed off the hand and grabbed your bag and lunch tray.
“Like that’s so terrible.” You muttered as you walked away.
Dating Reese led to the following out with your friends, but you didn’t mind
You’d rather have a good boyfriend than shitty friends
Plus, losing them didn’t do much to your status at school because you were really nice to everyone, which people liked
It’s one of the reasons Reese fell for you in the first place
If you’re rich, you don’t rub it in his face
SPOIL HIM!!! PLEASE!!!
Being in home ec with Reese made you learn about his love for food. His talent impressed you, especially since everyone around you usually reduced him to a mindless thug who craved violence.
When you discovered his birthday was coming up, you knew exactly what to get him.
“Wow! This is giant, Y/n!” Reese marveled at the size and weight of the wrapped present. “You didn’t have to get me this.”
“You don’t even know what it is, Reese. Open it, come on!” You were dying to see his reaction. He started tearing at the wrapping paper, getting excited for the big surprise. When he saw what was in the box, he looked like he was about to explode.
In a good way, thankfully.
“Holy shit! This is awesome!” Reese shouted, staring at the air fryer in his hands. 
“I know how much you love cooking and that you cook for your family during big events and stuff. So when you don’t have enough space in the oven or on the stove or something, you have another place to cook.” You explained, grinning at his reaction. He set the air fryer down gently to hug you.
“This is so cool, Y/n. Thanks.” He kissed your forehead before opening the box to look through the manual.
“Anything for the birthday boy.”
His family still gets surprised sometimes when you come over
Malcolm thinks it’s some elaborate prank so you can humiliate him
Lois thought the same, but it’s been so long that now she believes that you genuinely like her son
Which still surprises her a bit
“Reese, I’m just saying that there’s still a possibility that she could be using you.” Malcolm had been following his brother around the house while he got ready for a date with you, insistent that it was a bad idea. “What if this is a whole repeat of the pig thing.” Reese shuddered at the mention of the incident.
“Y/n isn’t like that, Malcolm. Besides, it’s been two months. If this was all a prank, I think she would’ve said something by now.”
“But what if it’s a very elaborate and lengthy scheme to ruin your reputation?”
“What reputation?” Reese countered. He walked out of his room, Malcolm hot on his tail. There was a knock on the door, and Lois beat Reese to opening it.
“Y/n, what a surprise!” She said, looking at you. She knew you were coming to meet with Reese but sometimes wouldn’t believe that you were still hanging out with him. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“You too, Mrs. Wilkerson.” You responded, looking in the house. “Is Reese ready?”
“Yup.” The boy in question responded, appearing by his mother.
“Y/n, why don’t you wait in the car? I need to talk to Reese for a moment.” You nodded and left to wait. Lois shut the door and turned to her son. “Part of me can’t believe you’re still hanging out with her.”
“She’s so cool, Mom! Tonight we’re gonna see that new slasher movie, and if it’s good enough, we’ll get right back in line and see it again. Y/n is like the only girl I know who’s actually interested in stuff that I’m interested in.” Lois couldn’t help but smile at Reese’s excitement when talking about you. She decided to throw him a bone.
“Well, have fun then. Just don’t come home too late.”
Lois closed the door behind Reese and watched from the kitchen window as you drove off, excitedly talking about something. Probably the gore fest you were about to partake in.
“I can’t believe you’re still letting them date,” Malcolm said as he passed through the kitchen. “I mean, what if she’s just using him?”
“That’s a problem for later, Malcolm.” Lois sighed, looking through the fridge to spark an idea for dinner. “But right now, as long as she keeps helping him get C’s in his classes, I don’t really care.”
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tending-the-hearth · 1 month
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god i'm thinking about how "the stolen chariot" takes place post-"titan's curse" and how that's a turning point for percy and clarisse's relationship, and how clarisse probably saw straight through percy's facade and saw exactly how he was treated during that time at camp and how sad and lonely he probably was because grover was tripping over himself around the hunters and chiron was so focused on thalia and annabeth was gone
and that leads me into thinking about the head counselors again and how maybe, in their own ways, they gave percy little things to show their support. moments of help, little gifts.
silena sitting in the pegasus stables with percy, holding onto his arm and being a big sister presence to him. not talking, just being there for him, giving him some semblence of stability
beckendorf dragging percy off to test new weapons he made in the arena, turning it into a game that had a smile spreading over percy's face for the first time in days
travis and connor sneaking coke and candy into camp for their honorary brother, leaving it in the poseidon cabin with little cards that had the corniest jokes written on them
clarisse spars with percy more, pulling him to the arena when she sees the stormy look in his eyes, when he can't think about anything else but how frustrated he is
lee pulls percy into the medical tent to test his healing abilities with water, because it's been an obsession for the apollo cabin since percy arrived, and he can't help but make percy laugh with his eagerness
castor and pollux convince their father to let up on percy, just a little bit, to let him have a looser curfew, letting him sit out by the lake for as long as he needs, sometimes sitting with him in the quiet
katie leaving little plants in the poseidon cabin, little succulents and flowers that are easy to care for, something small that makes percy's eyes light up every time he gets a new one, and he lines the windows of the cabin with them
malcolm, bless him, is so aware of his sister and percy's crushes on each other, and takes it upon himself to make sure that his sister's best friend doesn't waste away, and he's the one who makes sure percy eats and sleeps and stays healthy.
and clarisse will deny it until the day she dies, but percy knows that she's the one setting everything up. it was her suggestion, though the other counselors know they'll get fried if they say anything.
and he doesn't say anything, not until after "the stolen chariot", when he and clarisse are sitting down for a burger, and he brings it up quietly. and clarisse just huffs and rolls her eyes, and percy's heart warms so much at the fact that, despite the winter being the worst one of his life, he was surrounded by people who loved him and supported him.
(annabeth definitely gives hugs to all the head counselors when malcolm tells her, because they kept her seaweed brain going)
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zaraomarrogers · 14 days
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Always And Forever - 17
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of mental health. 18+ content, MINORS DNI
WC: 11,876
A/N: I know its been the longest since I updated. I've been swamped with school, work and life. This chapter is step one in wrapping up this story. please reblog and comment and let me know what you think.
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The sun poured through the wall-sized window of Steve’s bedroom, casting an orange glow around the peacefully sleeping parents who were blissfully unaware of their almost four-year old’s presence in the room. Malcolm whooped to see Y/n wrapped in Steve’s arms and let out a squeal when he realized that his mama was here with him at his daddy’s house. He jumped on the bed and tried to fit himself in between his parents but much to his disappointment there wasn’t any space for him.
“Daddy wakey… move…” he nudged at Steve’s side, “wakey time, daddy. I wana hug mama.”
Steve groaned and pressed Y/n further into him, “Go back to sleep, buddy. It’s too early.” He mumbled sleepily.
“Mama… wakey… daddy’s not moving. I wan’be with you.” Malcolm whined and shook Y/n. He moved to straddle her, slightly kicking Steve in the stomach. Steve hissed in pain and opened one eye to see his son annoyed at his parents. Y/n had already started stirring in her sleep, she encircled Malcolm and laid him on top of her. Kissing his head and cheeks, she felt him smiling and tracing her face with his small finger.
“G’morning Mal-pal.” she said groggily.
“Mama, why you sweeping he’e?” he asked innocently.
“…. Cause I was tired, so I stayed here.” Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering his question.
“Daddy’s mean. He’s not giving me space.” He pouted, making Steve and Y/n giggle.
“Y/n, I think we should stay home today because Mal thinks I’m mean. No more going to Aquarium.” Steve moved up a little to balance the weight on his elbow.
“Daddddyyyyy…. No faiw.” Malcolm whined and looked up to see his mama. jY/n gave him a pressed lip smile.
“Mama, daddy’s be mean again. He no faiw.”
“Mal-pal, daddy’s kidding. And he’s not being mean, he’s just teasing you.”
Malcolm looked at Steve who just laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.
“I’m sorry bubba, I was just joking.”
“Why sowwy daddy? I’m no mad. I wove you.” Malcolm kissed Steve on the cheek.
“I love you too, bubba, so much.” Steve’s heart was filled with warmth, leaning in he placed a kiss on Malcolm’s head then on Y/n’s forehead and let his lips linger on for a while. Their eyes met once Steve pulled away, and they both smiled. Y/n gently caressed the side of his face, scratching his stubble. Malcolm witnessed the affectionate moment between his parents and decided to get his mama’s attention back on him. He kissed her on the chin and then on the nose.
“Why daddy kiss you, mama?” Steve let out a laugh and started to get up from the bed.
“Can’t believe my own child would be jealous of me.” He muttered, kissing Y/n again on the forehead and made his way to the bathroom.
“It’s okay, Mal, daddy can kiss mama.” She answered him muttering the latter part, then immediately redirecting his attention. “Did you go to pee when you wake up?”
“No mama. Not feewing pee.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta try. C’mon, let’s go brush your teeth and sit on the potty.”
“Mama, noooo.”
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… I’ll make us breakfast then we get ready…” she held him in her arms and walked to the bathroom that was in hallway.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Y/n emerged from the bathroom, with a huge scowl on the little boy’s face and a victory smirk on his mama’s. A freshly showered Steve joined them in Malcolm’s room, laughing at the scene in front of him. Malcolm was only in his spiderman underwear, his small arms were folded on his chest and the look of grimace on his beautiful chubby face.
“C’mon Mal pal, you need to put your clothes on…” Y/n said exasperatedly.
“No mama, I don’t wana weaw this one.” He pointed at the blue Paw Petrol T-shirt. “I want my gween shirt.” He was still in the far-right corner of the room.
“But you didn’t pack the Dino shirt, baby. I showed you all the clothes before putting them in your backpack.”
Malcolm just huffed and ran to Y/n, wrapping himself on her leg. She bent down to his level, engulfing him in a comforting hug. “It’s okay if you don’t want to put this shirt on, you wana see the other shirts we packed?”
Malcolm nodded slightly, moving his head to show his watery eyes to Y/n, “I know you’re upset honey, but don’t worry we’ll find you other favorite shirt.” She smiled, kissing the top of his head. As she started to get up, Malcolm’s hold on her tightened, “don’t go mama, daddy pwease bwing my backpack.”
Steve, who was still there, entertained with his son’s antics, obliged immediately and brought the backpack over to Y/n where she was now sitting on the shag rug.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome, bubba. Do you want me to start prepping breakfast? Scrambled eggs and bacon?” Steve asked Y/n.
“Sure, we’ll do eggs.” She smiled. Steve ruffled Mal’s hair and made his way to the kitchen. Breakfast was not very eventful; Malcolm was back to his happy and chirpy self on the table. Mostly, he was excited to visit the Aquarium with his parents and delighted to eat his favorite breakfast made by his dad. They made a brief trip to Y/n’s house for her to get changed into something comfortable. She was still in Steve’s clothes, her outfit from the other night was way too formal for the day out.
Alice gave her an amused look when she opened the door for them and saw Y/n, she didn’t say anything, but her smile followed by a wink was pretty much telling. Y/n quickly changed into comfy jeans and a top and joined Steve and Malcolm in the living room where Malcolm was animatedly telling his Nono and Nana about his trip. Steve and Y/n decided on not bringing up the Eleanor topic to anyone yet. Though, he told her about having a conversation with his lawyer Natasha during the car ride to her house.
The Boston Aquarium trip was fun and memorable for them. Malcolm enjoyed it there greatly, and his parents got a moment to breathe and unwind. Y/n was still frazzled but Steve’s gentle squeezes and his continuous reassuring I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to Mal kept her from going off the deep end. Steve knew she was holding up on her fear and distress and he was doing the best he could to keep himself composed and not to go after Eleanor and rip her head off. He was angry, no, he was raging inside. Malcolm’s elated face was what gave them both a little sense of peace.
“Mama, when we go daddy’s house next?” Malcolm asked, snuggled up in Y/n as she was putting him to sleep.
“Whenever you want…”
“Ummmmm mowow’ …”
“You’re going to be there tomorrow, remember daddy picks you up after work.” She smiled at her son.
“But I wana don’t come back. You pick up me in the night.”
Y/n chuckled and placed a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead and nose, “You can stay at daddy’s place on the weekend.”
“… but mama I wana stay evewy day. I’ve so much fun with daddy.”
“You don’t enjoy here at Nono’s house?”
“Mmmm, I do but… mowe fun with daddy. Why we not wive with daddy? Mo’gan daddy an’ mommy wive in the same house. She has fun aww the time.”
Y/n looked at her baby’s face longer than she should have; Malcolm’s innocence broke her heart. He deserved to live with both his parents, in a house filled with love and happiness. And Y/n felt she was failing to provide it for her son. With a shaky voice and heavy heart, she gently tightened her grip around Malcolm, kissing all over his face.
“Sweetheart, I promise, we’ll figure something out, but it’s going to take time and I want you to be patient and nice to me and daddy. I promise daddy and I will do everything to give you a home you deserve, my love. We will try our best to be the happiest family for you… just be patient, okay… Daddy and I love you very much.” She kissed his face over and over, trying her best to keep her tears at bay.
“C’mon, close your eyes and start your rest, love. Mama will be here when you wake up.”
“Night night, mama.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
A single tear slid down her eye and absorbed in the pillow as she gently rubbed Malcolm’s back. Within ten minutes, he was out like a light. Y/n placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up, resting against the bed head.
Steve, you up? She sent a text message to Steve and got his reply immediately.
Yup! Everything good?
Yeah! I think I might be calling in tomorrow. Just wana spend time with Mal. I’m keeping him at home.
And before you bug me with billion questions, I’m perfectly fine… She added in the next text knowing that Steve would worry about her.He sent an eye roll emoji to the latter part of her message.
I’m afraid your presence is important for the meeting tomorrow. I would have done it myself, but you understand the trends better than me and it is also your area of expertise.
Hm! I would do it online…
It’s an in-person meeting. I signed the notification on Friday, requesting everyone to be there.
Fine!
I’m sorry Y/n… but you can take a day off on Tuesday if you want. Remember we’re meeting Nat…
Yeah, I remember. And it’s okay I’ll be there.
Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
Good night.
Night.
Sleep didn’t come easy to both Steve and Y/n that night. Anticipation of what would happen and how things would go further kept swirling in their minds. Monday came and went in a blur, Y/n was exhausted by the end of the day and so was Steve. Tuesday came by with a lot of anxious nerves and snapping on Y/n’s part. Starting with Malcolm, when he was getting fussy after knowing that Steve wouldn’t be picking him up and he had to come back home with Nana because mama and daddy were working late. As expected, he threw some tantrums during breakfast and instead of calming him down and offering him negotiation like Y/n usually did, she yelled at her little boy. She had him have a full melt down, with sinking heart she put him in the car seat and drove them to the daycare while Malcolm was still cranky. He had another outburst where the teacher had to get him from Y/n’s arms. He wasn’t ready to let go of his mama, but Y/n didn’t stay longer to see him getting comforted by Alice who was called in by his teacher because the little boy wasn’t letting anyone touch him.
With the heaviest of heart, she was trying to focus on the designs spread across the table, but she couldn’t. Steve, Wanda, Pepper, and a few other colleagues who worked closely with her noticed her grumpiness and when Steve finally cornered her, she broke down. She was a sobbing mess in Steve’s arms, “I yelled at him. I hurt my Mal… I’m such a horrible mother. He’s going to hate me… he’d never love me, Steve… I became my mom.”
Steve let her cry in his chest, not once caring about his expensive shirt now stained with tears and mascara. He kept rubbing circles on her back and when he was sure that she was all done venting out, he made her sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knees he made her look at him.
“Hey, you are not your mother! Malcolm is lucky to have you as his mom…”
“Steve, you – “
“I’m not finished yet. I know it is hard and trust me I’m scared too… I’m scared of losing you and Mal. That’s the biggest and only fear I have. And I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to our son.” He squeezed her knee and continued, “Nat is a great lawyer, the best I’ve known. I’m sure she’d come up with best solutions to completely eradicate Eleanor out of our lives.”
Y/n’s breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s name, she didn’t want her in their lives but the thought of cutting down everything from her abuser of a mother still hurt her heart.
“I’m here for you, Y/n. I will always be. Here…” he handed her some Kleenex, “c’mon, we’re gonna grab lunch, pick our boy up and head straight to my house.” He said getting up and walking up to his desk to turn off his computer.
“Wait, I thought we’d meet Natasha here, or some diner may be?”
“Nope, she suggested if we make it look like a personal trip for her.”
“Gosh! Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have saved Mal from a meltdown.”
“Well, Mal is still not part of the meeting but… I don’t care.” He shrugged. “C’mon, it’s already quarter after one, Taco Bell would probably be packed. Would you mind placing the takeout order?”
“Steve, I – I … what’re you doing?”
“What do you mean? You want to order something else?”
“Tch how are you so calm?”
“I’m not Y/n! I’m furious. I’m so fucking done with the mess I’ve created and now the two of you are dragged into it. I can’t wait to put everything out on the table… I know it’s going to get dirty for me and I won’t ask you to keep up with all the ugliness of my life, but I think I’m ready to know what happened four and a half years ago. I’m done drowning in my own guilt… I need answers.”
His beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, pain and anger clearly reflecting through them. In two strides, she covered the distance between them, and circled her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
“I want to be there for you too, Steve. I’m so glad that you’re finally looking for the answers.” She pulled away, and held his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you… thank you for being in our lives. Mal and I are grateful to have you…” She smiled with glossy eyes.
“Don’t thank me… I’ve done nothing… I wish I could protect you and Mal from everything that’s happening… I really wish I could…” A pain-stricken smile spread on his lips.
“Hey, you are doing your best… we’re gonna get through this… together.”
“Together.”
After taking a moment to themselves and shook off some anxiety, they both headed out together. Malcolm was ecstatic to see his parents, he ran straight into Y/n’s arms and stayed there while they talked to his teacher who informed them that he refused to eat both his morning snack and lunch and had been upset following the morning events.
“I’m sorry Mal-pal, I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just…” She whispered in his ears while he was still clinging to her.  Steve was setting out the lunch on the table.
“… it’s just… I’ve been…” She was struggling to explain her behavior to her son so that he would understand. “Would you forgive me… for not being good to you?” She sat him on the kitchen counter and looked into his beautiful blue eyes expectantly.
“I’s okay mama. I fowgive you.” Malcolm gave her a toothy smile that made Y/n cry in front of her son. She was smiling through her tears, placing feathery kisses on Malcolm’s face, whispering I’m sorry and I love you.
“Mama, no cwy. I’m okay. I’m not mad. I wove you too.” Malcolm’s small hands cupped her face, bringing her to his level he blew raspberries on her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her forehead causing her to burst into giggles. Steve recorded the moment on his phone, with a grin on his face.
In a few minutes, the room was filled with their shared laughter, the tension from earlier had dissipated into thin air like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Steve was cleaning the table when the doorbell rang, he knew it would be Natasha, he hollered over to inform Y/n about Nat’s arrival.
“Who’s Nat?” Malcolm asked, shifting from one foot to another.
“She’s daddy’s friend. You’re gonna see her when we go down. Be nice, okay Mal-pal?” Y/n was gently rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
“Why is she hewe?” he dropped the towel that was wrapped around his small frame.
“Mama and daddy have important work things to discuss with her. You can play in your room while we talk to her.” She put some baby lotion on his face and back.
“But I wana pway with you and daddy.”
“Honey, you can play with us after we have a big people talk.”
Malcolm pouted, “How many minutes she go?”
“In one hour, maybe two. I need you to be my good boy and listen to what I say. You might get an ice cream after dinner…”
He gasped loudly, “Ice cweam? Yayyy yayy…” he started jumping up and down in excitement.
“That’d be after dinner and only if you listen to mama and daddy.” She smiled, getting a hold of her son. She quickly brushed his slightly damp hair.
“Okie doks, mama… you cute.” He started hopping again.
“What? What’d you just say?” Y/n laughed, tickling him in the belly.
Malcolm’s infectious giggles were heard across the house, making Nat raise an eyebrow in Steve’s direction. She had a wide smirk on her face.
“I can see why you were so desperate to stay in Boston…” Natasha said, taking a sip of water from the glass.
Steve was about to give her a reply when Y/n and Malcolm walked down the stairs. Natasha gave Y/n a mesmerized look.
“Hi… I’m Y/n… nice to meet you…” Y/n shyly introduced herself with a small smile adorning her beautiful face, slightly flushed under Natasha’s stare. Natasha gave her a once over, silently praising her for the way she was carrying herself in fitted work clothes. Y/n was in one of the many Wanda’s creations, with barely- there makeup and hair down in light waves, she was looking ethereal. Nat was finding it hard to tear her gaze away from Y/n, she was good in reading faces and people’s vibes and in that moment the only thing she picked on was the fact that Y/n was indeed a loveable person.
“H-hey… so good to finally meet you. You really are so beautiful. Steve had gushed over you non-stop and now I see why he’s been such a hopeless lunatic… you’re gorgeous.” Natasha pulled her in for a hug.
“Thanks… for being so generous… I guess.” Y/n looked between Nat and Steve as she pulled back from the slightly awkward hug.
“Mal-pal, say hi…” she ushered the little boy in front of her who was hiding behind her legs.
“Hi Nat.”
“Aww… is he, are you Malcolm? Your dad talks about you and your mom all the time.”
Y/n looked towards Steve the same time he glanced at her. They smiled, holding each other’s gazes and it didn’t miss Natasha’s eagle eyes.
“My mama’s a’so cute, and daddy’s funny. He pways with me.”
“Aww… I love him already, he’s a mama’s boy.” Nat handed him a shopping bag she brought with her. It had toys for Malcolm.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…”
“Yes, I did… c’mon, it’s just a small present. By the way, he looks so much like you Y/n. Is Y/n okay or should I call you Ms. Carter?”
“Y/n is fine. And Thanks, you’re one of the few who thinks he looks like me.”
“Mamaaa, caws and fire twucks…” Malcolm squealed loudly. He opened the presents and showed them to Y/n and Steve.
“Wow Mal, what do you say when you get presents?”
“Thank you, Nat.,” he shyly said.
“You’re welcome.” Natasha smiled.
“C’mon, go play with your toys, buddy. We’re right here if you need anything.” Steve gently kissed Malcolm’s head.
“He’s just like you.” Nat cooed, seeing Malcolm leave the room.
“Yeah, but he looks a lot like me…” Steve looked between the two women who had wide smirk on their faces.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Rogers.” Nat raised an eyebrow, earning a chuckle from Y/n.
“You really need to get over yourself, Steve.” Y/n sassed.
“Wow!” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
“… but seriously guys, you’ve made a beautiful baby. He’s a perfect mix of both of you.” Nat said getting comfortable on the couch. Steve and Y/n shared a sweet smile.
“Thanks Nat.”
“You’re welcome. So... you guys ready for some intense talk? I mean, I don’t want to scare you but Y/n, I hope you’re okay with it because a lot of it involves your mother.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with whatever you have to say.” Y/n nodded.
Nat inhaled deeply, “First things first, I need you guys to be completely honest with whatever you say. This is going to be a sensitive case for us. I ran a background check on Eleanor Rhodes – your mother, I didn’t have to because I already know a piece of shit, she is…”  Y/n shifted in her seat, as much as she was trying to keep her face expressionless, the mention of her mother brought discomfort in her demeanor, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nat.
“I’m sorry, Y/n, but… I know it is difficult for you…”
“It’s okay Natasha, you don’t have to apologize. I know the kind of woman my mother is… but I’m here, aren’t I?”
Gently nodding her head Nat continued, “Steve had kind a filled me in about what happened on the weekend, and I know about your relationship with her as well. Knowing her tactics, I would want you two to fill in the legal documentation for Malcolm’s custody…”
“I have already made the changes in the documents when Steve decided to stay here. He is in Mal’s record as his biological father.” Y/n politely interrupted Nat.
“Now, that’s awesome! Moving forward, I want to ask something? How is your relationship other than being Malcolm’s parents? Since you’re sharing the workspace as well… are you two platonic or there’s some resentment? Y/n, you go first…”
“I think we’re friendly now. It didn’t start off as ideally as it is now. I mean, obviously, I had concerns… I was afraid to let him back in our life but eventually I forgave him… for Malcolm.” She paused, and glanced towards Steve who had his eyes glued on her with a sad smile on his face. “I don’t want Malcolm to grow up not knowing his dad… I’d never seen him happy and cheerful the way Steve’s presence impacted him. I wanted him to experience all the joys of life with his dad, that I hadn’t have with mine.”
“So, you don’t regret your decision of letting Steve part of your life?” Nat knew she had twisted the question a little bit, damn her curiosity of knowing more about her current relationship with Steve.  
“No, I never had any regret making Steve part of Mal’s life… for now, I think we’re good.” Y/n was smart enough to understand Nat’s question and replied to her the way that would leave Nat unsatisfied.
“I’m impressed, Y/n.” She smirked, “You’re a one lucky man, Rogers. She’s a beauty with brain.” She threw a wink in Steve’s direction making Y/n furrow her brows.
“Sorry for being nosy but I’ve been fussing him to make a move on you, he’s just been a thick skull for not doing that. I know you’re dating an extremely hot lawyer, and I’m happy for you, but, damn, you and Steve have a solid history and consider me a fan girl, I totally ship you guys together.”
Y/n gave an incredulous look to Nat who shrugged at her sheepishly and earned a glare from Steve.
“I’m not dating Andy anymore.” Y/n cleared her throat looking from Steve’s wide eyes to Nat’s wide smirk. “Saturday night, we both called it off because we thought it was for the best if we stayed friends. I wasn’t ready and he wanted more…”
“You didn’t tell me.” Steve said in a timid voice.
“I would if I wasn’t so shocked over the reunion with my mom.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry, I – I …”
“It’s okay Steve. There’s nothing to apologize.”
There was an awkward air in the room, Nat was the first one to clear her throat, “So, moving forward, are you two comfortable with co-parenting?”
“What does it mean? We are co-parenting, Nat!” Steve asked.
“What I mean to ask is, that once either of you start seeing someone else, would co-parenting still be the option you choose? Or would you settle down for custody? Because if that’s the case then you must be aware that you will be going to a legal process. My next question is based on what you’re going to say to me.”
Steve glanced at Y/n who was still deep in thought, a deep frown had formed between her eyebrows.
“It’s okay if you want to take time and think about it. Because Steve was previously linked to Peggy Carter. Whatever they had was very public. My concern, well, I know for sure that Eleanor will use it against you Y/n. I don’t know what she wanted from Steve but she’s desperate to get there and she won’t hesitate to put you on the line if it means that she gets what she wants.”
“I had called off the fucking engagement, I did everything I could to remove her completely from my life. I took the fuckin’ blame for ending it, I don’t understand why we are dragging Y/n into this?” Steve was exasperated.
“We’re not dragging Y/n, she is going to use every dirty tactic in the law book to bring you down. You’d hurt her ego. Whatever malicious plan she’d have, you’d ruined it. I’m sorry to say but Y/n and Malcolm would be the collateral damage. It is your fight, Steve.”
“Do you think I don’t fuckin’ know that? I know we’re in this mess because of me and I honestly want to change that, Nat. I just don’t know what to do… I can’t live with myself without getting all the answers.” Steve sadly looked at Nat. His worry lines were visible, and shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry Y/n, I know apologizing is not enough – “
“I know Steve, trust me I know. And I know it’s hard for you but I’m here, willing to fight whatever it is, with you.” she emphasized on with you.
Y/n didn’t give Steve a chance to say more, she shifted in her seat, inhaling a deep breath. “About your question, I think… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to change anything about co-parenting with Steve. I’m sure we’ll figure out something, when or if either of us would be ready to have a relationship.” She looked at Steve expectantly to which he nodded.
“I second that. We’re on the same page.”
“That’s a relief.” Nat chuckled, “It means less work for me.”
“Does people at your workplace know that the two of you have a son?”
“My assistant knows, she was babysitting Mal the day he met him for the first time. She was there.” Y/n told Nat.
“Do you think she had told other staff? I know gossips blow faster than the wind.”
“I honestly don’t know but even if she had, I don’t think I’d be worried about that. So far, Steve and I have been strictly professional about it.”
“Well, it’s time to let them know that Malcolm is made purely with your love and not a product of a one-night stand.” Nat carefully looked at Steve and Y/n, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I want you guys to play safe here. With Eleanor I can’t guarantee how filthy it gets and if things go south and a judge gets involved, we’d need testimonies to prove a solid background. But don’t worry about it, I’ll try my best to take care of it. Meanwhile, just lay your groundwork.”
“Do you have any suggestions, Nat? I mean, we’re putting a very personal part of our lives out there… it’s not exactly very comfortable.” Steve asked.
“Just lay it out there in a subtle way, like… I don’t know, may be…” Nat paused for a moment and continued, “… may be throw a party, invite them over… give them hints of what you two had, a relationship, a connection… honestly, I don’t know. This is something PR handles, if you want, I can loop in Gamora, she handles our PR.” She looked at them expectantly.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” Steve said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Are you sure about digging it?” Nat said in a serious tone.
“Yes. More than ever! I need to know what happened…” his frown deepened, and he looked towards Y/n who just nodded encouragingly.
“You deserve to know the truth Steve, and it’s about time you stop running from the...”
“I wasn’t running Nat, I was just… “he cut off Nat in the middle but couldn’t continue talking, a lump formed in his throat, and he let his head down fixing his stare on his open palms. “… the guilt’s been eating me alive…”
He murmured under his breath; Y/n looked at him sadly, not sure how to make him feel better.
Nat heaved a sigh, “Do you want me to document everything I’ve known so far as your statement, Steve? Something you might want to add.”
“Yes please. I’ve told you exactly what happened that night.”
“Yeah, he told me over drinks in a very colorful language.” Nat smirked looking at Y/n who just smiled half-heartedly.
“Okay, le’me go through it one more time and then I’ll get out of here.” Nat rubbed her palms together and sat straight, “So the night starts with your graduation party, everyone was there. And by everyone, means half of the people from your college, right? And you’ve had everything set up at the harbor front. Sarah and Bucky helped you in everything…” Y/n frowned; she didn’t know that part of the story. She looked at Steve in confusion. From his peripheral, Steve could feel her gaze, but he kept his eyes glued to the floor.
“… plan was to snuck Y/n out from the party, and then you were supposed to drive down to the harbor where you had planned to propose to her.” Y/n gasped loudly, getting Nat to look at her, “But once Y/n left you at the bar…. Y/n, you, okay? Do you know something else?” Nat asked Y/n in a professional tone.
Steve sucked in a breath, internally cursing Nat for bringing up the proposal part for Y/n to know. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for him, the ring he had bought for her was still in the top drawer of his closet, a reminder of his epic failure.
“Umm I think I need some air… You carry on Nat.” She got up, in her hurry to leave the room her knee collided with the coffee table, a painful hiss escaped her lips.
“Y/n… You okay.”
 “I’m okay, I’m okay…” She held her hand up, signaling Steve to not get up from his seat and made a beeline to the kitchen door that opened in the patio.
Nat’s eyes were fixed on her figure and once she saw her figure disappeared, Steve snarled at her, “What the fuck were you thinking Nat?”
“Thank me later, Rogers. I just did a favor, besides how long were you planning to keep it from her?” a wide satisfactory smirk adorned her beautiful face.
“It wasn’t really an important detail, not after what happened. It doesn’t matter now.”
“It does! Every single detail that you think is not worth mentioning is important when you’re preparing to file a case against someone. You have no idea how things could get ugly, its fucking Eleanor we’re talking about.”
“Damn it…” Steve muttered under his breath.
“Go, talk to her.” Nat said with a lope- sided grin. “She could be expecting you, now shoo…”
“Nat… I don’t know, it’s not easy.”
“Since when you have been looking for easy? Go!”
Steve shook his head and walked towards the patio, his heart hammering in his chest. He gently opened the door and stepped outside, seeing her back towards him. She turned around to look at him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Y/n… I - I can explain…” his throat went dry.
“N-no, Steve, just for once stop explaining things to me.” She frowned but her voice was wavering. She took a small step toward him. “… for once stop being contrite for everything you do.” She chuckled painfully, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say here… I don’t know…” she came closer to him, placing her palms gently on his chest, “You bought a ring for me?” Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she had a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I did.” He whispered; his face was mirroring hers. Teary eyes and a beautiful smile. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug, he welcomed the warmth of her embrace tucking his head in the crook of her neck. They relished in each other’s arms, gentle squeezes, and quiet whimpers as if they were back to their youth where the only concern was to stay together no matter what. There was so much to say but they both opted to just be in each other’s proximity.
“When were you going to tell me about the ring?” Y/n pulled back a little to look straight into his eyes.
“Never!” came his prompt answer.
“Why?” She frowned.
“I don’t know, Y/n? Things haven’t been perfect for us lately. I still don’t know if we’re us to be honest.”
“I wish I could give you an answer for that.” She looked down sadly.
“Hey! You don’t have to say anything. I totally understand…” He softly lifted her chin making her look into his eyes.
“But now that I know…” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingered between his eyes and lips, “…you think it’d make a difference?”
“I like to think it would, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He involuntarily leaned into her.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about…” She chuckled lightly. “…with everything going on… I feel like I’m going crazy.” She gently brushed her thumb over the corner of his lips and sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. Just then, they both heard a soft knock on the sliding glass door behind them. They turned around to see their little boy’s face pressed into the glass and a small pout on his pushed-up lips. Steve let out a laugh as he stepped towards the door and slid it open.
“Daddy, mama….” Malcolm jumped into Steve’s arms, Natasha making her way behind him with her signature smirk.
“Aunty Nat said she can get me passes for Wegowand in ‘ew Yowk. I’s huge, she said.” He excitedly told Steve and Y/n who came to stand beside him and seeing their son’s excitement. “I wike Aunty Nat.” He whispered the part in Steve’s ear but loud enough for all three adults to hear and laugh.
“Aunty Nat huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow towards Nat who just shrugged and looked at Y/n whose gaze was at her. Y/n returned Nat’s smile and stepped inside the house.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing up the ring thing… I know it wasn’t my place, but Steve would never…” She paused for a second and looked where Steve and Malcolm were still on the patio laughing at something. “… I just thought you deserve to know that.” Nat rushed the latter.
“How long do you know Steve?” Y/n asked softly.
“Just last four years.”
“Mhmm...” Y/n nodded, still having the distinct look on her face. Nat quickly picked up on the awkward silence between the two of them.
“Just so you know, I’m not on the list of women he had slept with.” Nat’s smirk returned; Y/n looked at her quizzically. “We met when I was already engaged to Bruce, besides Steve is not my type.”
“You don’t have to explain, Natasha… I trusted Steve when he told me that you’re a good friend. It’s just – I think you might take the awkwardness in a wrong way but it’s not that… it’s just… you know so much about my mom and I’m just trying to process everything, you know what I mean?”
“I know” a friendly smile appeared on Nat’s face, “… but sugar coating the truth is not me, Y/n. Eleanor’s track record has been perilous, I can’t side-eye that just because she’s your mother.” Nat’s tone was gentle but professional.
“I’m not asking you to do that. It’s just… I – I don’t…” Y/n contemplated in her mind if she should tell Nat about Peggy’s email and what it said or may be just tell Steve first – perhaps ask her dad now that the lawyer was involved it’d be impossible to keep it a secret. No, she couldn’t do that to Steve.
“…” She felt Nat’s eyes on her, waiting intently for her to continue.
“Never mind.” Y/n gave her a fixated smile. “You want something… snacks? Drink? Anything? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” She opened the pantry and looked for some quick snacks to fix, Nat could easily read her anxiety.
“Oh boy,” Y/n muttered under her breath, “seems like Steve needs to do some groceries. Here, have some pretzels.” She took out the box of pretzels and put it on the counter. “… and some mozzarella sticks, I can air-fry ‘em for you.”   
Nat laughed shaking her head, “You’re offering me Malcolm’s snacks?”
“That’s all I have here.” Y/n chuckled lightly; she took out two glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the refrigerator. She poured more than a half glass for both and moved the glass towards Nat.
“Can’t say no to this…” Nat took a sip, “thanks.”
Y/n gulped down the cold liquor in quaff, placing her empty glass in the sink.
“Woah! That was super quick.” Nat raised an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t usually do it but… I think I needed it today.” Y/n said with a tight smile.
“We all do, once in a while.” Nat shrugged taking a sip from her drink. “You know, you really gave him a purpose… to life.” Nat said, looking out the glass door where Steve and Malcolm were now playing with the throwball. Y/n followed her gaze and smiled.
“It’s our little boy… he gave both of us a purpose.”
“For Steve, it’s you and Malcolm.” Nat emphasized on you. “This is the first time in four years I’m seeing Steve genuinely happy and it’s because of you.” Nat softly said with a smile. “… he belongs with you, Y/n.”
Y/n’s gaze moved from the glass door where she was looking at her whole world playing and laughing together, realizing in that moment that Steve had indeed made her life complete, that he had given her Malcolm when he wasn’t there for her. He had left a part of him in the form of their little one, he never abandoned her. She looked at Nat with a smile, “Maybe I should plan a little catch up before we dive further into this mess. Just the two of us, dig you a bit, get some info on my child’s father.”
Nat chortled, shaking her head; “I look forward to that. I’m here for all the juicy stuff.”
“Let’s do it.” They both laughed.
“You sure you can handle that?” Nat winked.
“Try me.” Y/n challenged.
Steve made his appearance with Malcolm on his piggyback laughing hysterically at some silly noise his father just made.
“Mama, daddy don’t know ‘bout old Mcdona’d had a farm… he said unc’e Mcdona’d was his neighbor…” A loud cackle echoed in the room when Steve rolled Malcolm upside down not letting him finish.
“He doesn’t have to know that…” Y/n chuckled narrowing her eyes at Steve at their old joke. Uncle Macdonald was Sarah’s old neighbor and Steve used to hide in one of the branches of his old tree that was crossing the Line fences separating the two houses and landed himself in trouble every time he’d climbed up that big tree.
Y/n crouched down and looked at their giggling son, she opened her arms for him with a smile and Malcolm ran straight into her. Steve took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge, twisting the cap he gulped down the liquid quickly. Nat cleared her throat, and smirked at Steve, “I should be get going.”
“You’re not staying for dinner? We can order something in…” Y/n said standing up, Malcolm in her arms.
“Thank you, Y/n, but maybe next time… got a lot of stuff piled up for me.” She said taking a last sip of her drink.
“Thank you for flying down here, Nat. I appreciate it.” Steve came to stand beside Y/n.
“You better make it worth my while.” Nat said meaningfully, causing Y/n to chuckle and Steve glared at her.
“Hit me up when you’re in mood for gossip.” Nat winked at Y/n and gave her a side hug. Malcolm was still sitting on his mama’s hip. She slid her business card in Y/n’s hand and ruffled Malcolm’s silky hair. “For sure! Thanks Nat.” Y/n smiled.
“Bye sunshine, I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Aunty Nat.” Malcolm put his head in Y/n’s neck, rubbing his eye, evidently tired.
“I’ll keep you guys posted on everything. Meanwhile, if you think of anything worth sharing, just give me a call.” Nat said looking at Y/n to which she nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” Steve said, “Thanks again, Nat.” he opened the door for her to step out and he followed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She smiled and pulled Steve in a friendly hug, “Follow your heart, Steve.” She pulled back and smirked at him.
“Yeah, right.” Steve scoffed.
“We have what we have when we have it…” She gave a gentle tug on his forearm.
“Nat, I- I”
“You got this, Steve.” With one last bye Nat walked down the concrete steps and got into Uber.
Steve waved a goodbye and sighed deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air he pondered over Nat’s words follow your heart, he repeated the words in his head and smiled contentedly. He turned around and headed inside the house with a small smile still playing on his lips. Looking around he found Malcolm sprawled on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Y/n was nowhere in sight.
“Hey bubba, where’s mama?” Steve leaned down kissing Malcolm’s head.
“Dunno.” He shrugged; eyes glued on the TV screen. “Mamaaaa, whe’e you?” He hollered making Steve chuckle.
“In your bedroom.” Y/n’s voice came in.
“Mama in my bedwoom, daddy.”
“Yeah… thanks buddy.” Steve muttered and came in front of Malcolm’s line of vision blocking him from the screen. A small frown immediately formed on his face as he looked at Steve making him laugh out loud.
“Daddy…”
“Yes bubba…” Steve laughed, ruffled his hair, and kept trying to block his view of the screen.
“Daddy, move…” this time he sounded little annoyed, and Steve kissed him hard on the cheeks and got up. He saw Y/n coming down the stairs with Malcolm’s backpack and his socks and shoes in her hands.
“Steve, I tidied up his room…” She put the backpack on the couch and sat down beside Malcolm to put the socks on his feet. “… and I think I don’t have to take the truck Nat got him. He’s got enough toys there… he doesn’t need another set of truck, also I’m leaving some of his clothes here as well.” She got up and walked towards the kitchen, Steve followed her like a lost puppy. Opening the pantry, she gave it a look over and turned around to see Steve leaning against the counter.
“I will send you a list of couple things for Mal so when you do grocery you’d remember.” She quickly typed something in her phone.
“We can go… together… if you want too of course… I mean if its not a problem…” Steve didn’t know why the nerves got him unexpectedly, it wasn’t like he was asking her out on a date. Oh, had he remembered their very first date in high school, his dad drove them to Coney Island. It had been so long, but he still missed his father, he still missed their Saturday morning fishing trips to Brooklyn Bridge Park at the western end – he simply missed his presence, and he knew the value of his own existence in Malcolm’s life. A warm touch of Y/n’s hand brought him out of his reverie, making him clear his throat.
“… earth to Steve…”
“Yeah, I’m here… I’m here…”
“Are you?” she raised her eyebrow playfully.
Steve smiled at her sheepishly, “I kinda spaced out… any way I – “
“Anyway, I’m fine with that. I was thinking we could go on the weekend; I’ve got couple things that I need to do so we’ll check it off the list. And I also wanted to show you what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday and if you want to put in something that’d be great.” She smiled, leaving him mesmerized. “Oh, before he falls asleep, would you mind dropping us off? My car’s still in the parking lot. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”
“I like it.” He cleared his throat again, “I mean I like seeing you like that… I love this about you, I – I mean…” Y/n chuckled. “Gosh, I’m making it awkward.” He roughly combed his hair with his fingers.
Y/n took a step forward, “I get what you’re trying to say…” she has her signature smile spread across her beautiful face. Steve inhaled in the scent of her perfume, intoxicating his senses.
“I’m just trying to focus on Mal’s birthday right now. Talking with Nat was a lot more helpful than I thought. I am still scared though… but I’m trying not to get it affect me, Steve… you know what I mean. I just want to make it memorable for him… it is going to be his first birthday with you – you don’t know what it means to him and … to me.” Her voice wavered with emotions and Steve took a step in her direction, closing the distance between them.
“Hey…” He cupped her cheek gently and looked straight into her eyes, his intense gaze holding hers, tears glistening her eyes.
“I’m okay.” She smiled as the tears bubbled over, without wasting a moment Steve wiped it away with his thumb.
“I know.”
“I’m okay and it’s because of you, Steve.” She pulled Steve closer, still holding her, he leaned in to place his forehead against hers.
“Y/n, I…”
“Yeah?”
She blinked, leaning in a bit closer. Steve opened his mouth, but no words came in, he mirrored her action and moved his face closer, her breath tingling his lips. She nodded at his silent permission and Steve gently pressed his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, like butterfly wings. It was warm and tender and intimate. It was perfect. Her lips were tingling when Steve pulled back, resting his forehead on hers again.
“I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Steve, I – “
“You don’t have to say it back. Take your time, as much you want. I’m just letting you know how I feel about you. No rush, sweetheart.”
Y/n nodded, giving him a shy smile. “You, okay?”
“Never better.” He gave her a toothy grin that made her laugh. Shaking her head, she pushed him lightly in his abs and walked towards where Malcolm was still engrossed in the TV screen.
“All done Mal-pal. Go use the bathroom before we leave.”
“No feewing mama.” He whined and went back to watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
“Oh no no… we’re trying buddy.” She made him sit up, but the little boy crawled up to his mama’s lap, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I so tiwed, mama.”
“I’d help you, honey. C’mon…”
Once settled in the car, Steve and Y/n tried to keep Malcolm awake for the twenty-minute journey. Most of the part it was Steve being goofy with his son.
“Mm so yummy Nana.” Malcolm said mouth full of nuggets, his favorite dinner.
“Mal-pal, we don’t talk with food in our mouth.” Y/n whispered in his ear.
“But mama so yummy. I say thank you?” He whispered loudly.
“First, finish the food in your mouth then say thank you.”
“Thank you, Nana. I so…. Ummm… thank you…”
“You’re very welcome, love.” Alice said while laughing with everybody. The dinner passed with light conversation and some laughter here and there.
While Steve put Malcolm to bed, Y/n helped Alice clean up the kitchen. They both were having a light conversation when Steve came down the stairs, ready to leave.
“That was quick.” Alice said wiping her hands with the towel, “Would you like to have some tea?”
“Umm…” Steve seemed a bit tentative.
“You wouldn’t wana miss it.” Y/n came to stand beside Steve after loading the dishwasher. “Alice’s special.” The chirpiness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Alice, her smile widened when Steve looked at Y/n the same way Malcolm looked at her – with utmost love. She made a mental note of mentioning it to her husband who still sometimes got over-protective over Y/n.
“Sure.” Steve smiled.
“Ahuh, we could…” she paused, “Do you wana see what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday? Wait, let me get my iPad.”
“Here you go.” Alice placed a cup in front of Steve as Y/n left to get her device, he thanked her with a smile.
“You can take your cup to her room, you know.” Alice smiled with a raised eyebrow when Steve’s eyes stayed glued to his cup for a bit longer.
“Uhm… Itsokay – a-are you sure?”
“Positive.” Alice laughed; she patted him lightly on the shoulder as she passed him to go to her room. Y/n climbed down the stairs receiving a wink from Alice she asked amused, “Did I miss something?”
“Just Steve being … Steve-vie.” Alice hollered over the staircase making Y/n scrunch her nose.
“So, do you like the tea?”
“Y-yeah it’s great.”
Steve cleared his throat as Y/n stepped into his personal space.
“It’s okay if you don’t like it.”
She gently grabbed the still hot cup from his hold, placing her lips on the same spot where Steve had a sip from. Steve was already having a hard time shaking their brief kiss off his mind and seeing her doing that spasmed his heart with emotions, particularly desire - desire to feel her lips against his again. It was an innocent act on her part, yet he found it extremely hot.
“She brings some old herbs from the flea market to make this tea. Bucky doesn’t like it either.” She placed the cup on the kitchen counter and turned on her iPad. Once she pulled up her illustrations on the screen which were basically a fancy truck themed floor plan of his backyard, she started showing how she wanted to incorporate activity station for kids, cake table and DIY dump truck photo booth with the theme because Malcolm was obsessed with anything with wheels. Steve wasn’t really focused but still responding to her with mhm and great. His eyes were on her face, her long lashes, her lips, and scrunched eyebrows when she pointed to the photo booth corner and told him that she was not sure about it. His eyes fell on her slender neck, her sweet spot just above her clavicle –
“What?” Y/n turned to face him and asked.
“What, what?” He was caught red handed.
“You’re not paying attention” She put away her iPad.
“I am.” He lied, well partially. “… everything is perfect, I don’t want to change anything.” He had a glint of amusement in his eyes.
She frowned at him, “Not even once have I said something about making changes. I just wanted to – you know what, forget it.”  She sighed and walked across the counter to sit on one of the bar stools.
“Hey, I’m sorry…” He came near her, “… I got a little distracted.”
“Yeah, I know. I was that distraction.”
Steve smiled, “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, it is NOT.”
“Steve, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” He sat beside her.
It took her a minute or two to gather her thoughts, he waited patiently trying to read the contort of her face.
“What do you want us to be? You and me?” She was straight to the point.
“It depends on you. I’m happy with whatever you decide us to be.” His answer was prompt.
“I’m asking you, Steve.” She sounded a little frustrated.
“And I just told you. I’m happy to be a part of your life, yours, and Mal’s – in whatever capacity.”
“This is not the answer I want Steve. I want you to tell me what you want moving forward. What do you expect of us?”
Steve smiled and moved his hand to cover hers, intertwining their fingers gently, he leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
“I want us to be us – however long it takes.” His intense gaze was holding his raw emotions, and she knew that he wasn’t lying. He meant every word he said.
“I’m ready to take the next step, only when you are ready, Y/n. I know it won’t be easy but I’m here and I want to stay by your side for as long as you want me in your life. It does not mean that I want to rush you into making any decision, I just want to be here, with you and our son, in any capacity you allow me to be. I know we have a long a way to go back to what we had before, and I know it in my heart that it’s worth the wait. You set the pace – I’d happily follow your lead, Y/n.”
He smiled, his boyish grin that was just fixed for her and what she did next wasn’t just a reflex of his words, it was her assurance to him – what she wanted. She pulled him close by the neck and placed her lips on to his. Steve responded with equal eagerness. Her lips were soft and inviting, faintly tasted like the tea she just sipped on a couple minutes ago. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside causing her to moan softly. Groaning, Steve rose from the bar stool and came to stand between legs without breaking the kiss. Her arms now circled around his neck, pulling him closer. He cupped her cheeks and pressed into her when she tugged at his hair. The kiss was filled with love and passion, it was just about the purity of their feelings for each other. There wasn’t any lust but longing for each other, both wanted to show the other that despite four years between them, their love for each other remained – unscathed and lasting.
Y/n pulled away first, Steve kissed the tip of her nose and then placed his forehead on hers. They both chuckled while catching their breath.
“It was … perfect. Wasn’t it?” Y/n whispered, savoring in their proximity.
“Mhmm…” He kissed her on forehead and pulled away to take his spot on the stool. She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers.
“Maybe I don’t want to go back to what we had…” She carefully chose her words, noticing that Steve was holding his breath. “…. Maybe… I just want to move forward as parents first, doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish what we had before. We brought life into this world, that’s how beautiful our relationship was. Mal is precious for both of us and whatever we decide will have direct impact on our son.”
She squeezed his hand softly, smiling she continued, “Parenting is not easy, Steve. It means a lot of sacrifices on our part. It also means disagreements… and it would probably lead us to deal with a sudden outburst and tantrums, he’s handful when he’s sick. We wouldn’t be in our best behaviors all the time, means it comes to a point where we would snap at each other. Sometimes it means ‘us’ would be on the back burner because our child’s needs come first. Back then it was just the two of us, we’d fight, and we made up but now we can’t have arguments in front of him.”
Y/n looked at him expectantly, “I know I’m drawing the worst-case scenarios here, because… somewhere deep inside I’m still the same teenager Y/n who was shit scared of her mother…” her eyes glistened, it took all of Steve’s strength to not hold her in his arms, but he let her continue.
“… that part of me still tricks my brain into believing that nothing good would ever happen to me. And last four years had made it worse.”
“It is not true.” Steve caressed her cheek.
“I know. I have learned to live with it, in fact, according to my therapist I’m doing a pretty good job with handling my anxiety.”
“Therapist?”
“Yup! I had a sever case of post-partum depression and had to seek help… but that’s the story for another day.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he nodded in understanding.
“So…” She sighed, “if you’re still willing to be a part of my life, would you be onboard with the bad parts of it too?”
Steve leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Is that a, yes?” she smiled on the tingling feeling of his lips.
“You have a doubt?” He pecked her lips again.
She shrugged her shoulders, “could you be more convincing?”
Steve laughed and captured her lips in yet another deep kiss and when they broke apart, she pulled him in a hug. She closed her eyes and breathed into the crook of his neck. The distant smell of his cologne was comforting her, she stayed in his arms savoring the warmth and solace in him. It had been almost five years since she felt at peace and it was in this moment, in his arms, that she finally found tranquility.
“Hey, you with me?” Steve asked in a whisper. She was so quiet that he had to confirm if she was awake.
“Mhmm…” She slightly pulled away to face him. “Can we take ‘us’ slow? Like turtle speed slow? Sneaking around, stealing moments for us and see how it goes?”
“Yes, absolutely.” He returned her smile with love filled eyes.
“You won’t ask me anything?”
“About what? I think everything we settled on is pretty straight forward.”
“So? Coffee or hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate. And I’m making it.” Steve said walking towards the refrigerator to take out milk.
“If you insist.” She shrugged playfully. The next couple minutes were spent in comfortable silence, while Steve focused on making hot chocolate Y/n just sat there in the kitchen watching him.
“Ya’ know staring is considered rude.” He placed a steamy mug in front of her and came to sit down on his previous spot.
“I’m not staring.”
“Ahuh.”  
“What? I was thinking about something else.”
“I believe you.” he smirked.
“You’re being a sarcastic jerk to me!” she playfully hit him on the arm.
As they both settled down from a shared laugh, she took a sip from her hot drink. Steve looked at her face expectantly, noticing the way she had closed her eyes enjoying the taste of the hot chocolate in her mouth. It wasn’t an instant mixed hot chocolate; Steve had made it from scratch.
“Mmmm… this is so good.” She almost whispered.
“Thanks. Glad you like it.”
“I didn’t know I’ve been missing your hot chocolate more than I missed you.” She licked her lips.
Steve chuckled, “I’ll make you whenever you want to have one.”
“But you’d never share the secret recipe, Steve? You used to make it almost every night for me when we were young. Remember the exam nights, this hot chocolate did wonders.”
“I remember it all too well, Y/n.” He smiled but it wasn’t reaching his eyes, he took a sip from his own cup. “… It’s my dad’s recipe.”
Y/n looked at him like she had seen a ghost, her face went pale. Steve’s eyes were fixed on his cup else he wouldn’t have continued.
“When I first told dad how I felt about you, he told me that I’d have to do something extra ordinary to win you over. He shared his recipe with me, the same one he used when he and ma started dating. This is something very personal to me, close to my heart. He never shared it with Ma, he’d always fix some for her after dinner… It’s been years but I still miss him. I look up to him whenever I’m with Mal. I just… think about how he was with me when I was a kid and instantly, I know what to do. I wish I’d be half of a person my dad was to our son… wish there was a way I could tell him that ‘hey dad, your loser of a son is a father now.’” His eyes were distant, and a sad smile plastered his beautiful features. Y/n reached out to hold his hand but stopped not knowing what to say to him. Suddenly, she held herself accountable for something her mother had done years ago. How would she ever be able to tell him that her mother was the reason he lost his father.
“Hey… hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/n, tch… sweetheart…” When he finally turned his face to see a wet trail on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry Steve.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, Y/n.” And she looked at him with pain-stricken expression.
“I wish… I could be of help.” She snuffed. “You can talk to me about him, you know that right?”
He nodded with a small smile and moved on to talk about Malcolm’s birthday party arrangements. While they discussed a few things keeping in mind what Nat had told them earlier in the day, Y/n knew what she had to do at the end of their conversation. When Steve left, giving her yet another amazing good night kiss, she didn’t miss a moment to forward Peggy’s email to Natasha. She didn’t know if it was a hasty move, all she knew was that she couldn’t keep this information from Steve. Within ten minutes, she got a text message from Natasha.
-does Steve know about this?
-No.
-okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
-sure. Thanks Nat.
-Don’t thank me yet. You’ve been sitting on a bomb.
-I didn’t know what to do.
-We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Night.
-G’night.
As she lay down in the comfort of her bed, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She wanted to think about herself and Steve, and their future together but she couldn’t get Steve’s words out of her mind. Tossing and turning in bed, when sleep finally embraced her, she was jolted awake by the sound of Malcolm crying. She jumped out of her bed making a beeline towards Malcolm’s room.
“Mal-pal, what’s wrong?” She took him in her arms, slightly rubbing his back. “See mama is right here. Did you have a nightmare?”
He nodded with a sob.
“Okay, sweetheart. Here, take a sip of water and look at me.” She passed a water bottle, “You’re okay, everything is alright. It was just a nightmare. You wana tell me about it?”
“No wemembe’. But was scawy.” He sniffled between the words.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Okay? We’ll bring a new flashlight for your bedside table.” She set him down on the bed again, gently rubbing his back and she put herself in a comfortable position beside him and closed her eyes.
The next time she woke up with Alice gently calling out her name, letting her know that it was quarter to eight. Malcolm was still asleep on her chest, she put him down softly and got out of his bed, assuring Alice that she was okay, but she wasn’t. A slight pound of headache was making its way and before it got worse, she needed to take a shower and get ready for work.
She joined her dad and Alice at the breakfast table with unusually quiet Malcolm. She poured some coffee in her cup and made bite size pieces of pancake for her son.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Daniel asked. “Hey champ, you didn’t say good morning to Nono and Nana.”
Malcolm looked at his mama and then his Nono, “I had a nightma’e. I no sweep good.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, buddy. What can we do to make you feel good?”
Malcolm looked towards Y/n who smiled at him, “Dunno.” He shrugged.
“How about a shopping trip? I heard someone’s birthday is just around the corner and we think if we can go gift shopping…?”
Malcolm’s face light up immediately, “Its my birthday Nono, in…. twe’ve days.” He got excited.
“Okay, then I will pick Nono and Mal from the day care in the evening and we’ll go shopping.”
“… and we eat ice cweam too, Nana.” He said with mouth full, thrilled, and delighted.
Y/n leaned down to place a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead, this time she genuinely smiled seeing the happiness on her son’s face. Her heart melted and she gave another kiss in his hair before getting up and heading to the kitchen cabinet, taking out two tablets of Tylenol, she popped them in her mouth. Her phone on the counter started buzzing, seeing Natasha’s name on the screen, she stepped out of the kitchen clutching the phone in her hand.
“Hey Natasha!”
“Hey wassup?” Natasha chirped in her carefree tone. “And you can call me Nat. you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Y/n was amused at her confidence.
“Oh! May be not yet but I can see it happening.” It’s the way that Nat said it had made Y/n chuckle, finally easing up her tensed muscles.
“My alleged boyfriend told me you were a lawyer, didn’t know you could read future.”
Nat laughed out loud through the phone, “I like you… gosh why didn’t we meet earlier. You’d have been my best friend.”
“Thanks Nat.” She smiled.
“You’re welcome, Y/n…”
“What do you think about the email, Nat? I’ve been sitting on it for almost a month.”
“Oh boy!” Nat heaved a sigh, “Have you told Steve about it?”
“No! I wanted to but my dad told me not to…” She explained why her dad didn’t want Steve to know about this email.
“He’s right though, I respect your Daniel Carter, wouldn’t questioned his judgment. But its about you and Steve.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the truth about his dad will eventually come out because Steve has filed a case against her. I’m gathering all the proof before I send an official court notice to her. And this email is solid evidence… its totally up to you if you want to tell Steve or just stay quiet…”
“How could I stay quiet, Nat. Just the other day, he told me how much he misses his dad, how much he still looks up to him… that’s unfair… I can’t hide it from him, but I’m also scared… scared that he would do something reckless. I don’t even know at this point.” Y/n was frustrated.
“I get what you’re saying. But it’s your choice to make, Y/n. If you don’t want to tell him, I wouldn’t let him know that you helped me with this evidence. You still have time to think over it though. I’m handling everything the best I can. I appreciate that you sent it to me, I’ll put together everything I have gathered against her. I would suggest you just chill and enjoy prepping for your little one’s birthday party.”
“Yeah… Thanks Nat. I seriously had no clue…”
“Don’t worry about it… unless I asked you to.” She laughed.
“I will try my best not to…” Y/n chuckled. With the sound of door opening, Malcolm rushed off to his mama and wrap himself on her thigh.
“Mama, you talk with daddy. I too.”
“I’m not, Mal-pal. Its Aunty Nat on the phone.” She ruffled his silky golden locks.
“I wana talk to daddy.” He whined.
“You will, sweetheart. Just be patient. Let me finish up with Aunty Nat.”
Nat, in the background cooed over Malcolm telling Y/n to give him a kiss for her. Once she ended the call with Nat, she Face- timed Steve and gave the phone to excited Malcolm as she walked them back inside. While he was busy with Steve, she started getting ready for work. After conversing with Nat, she was able to put aside her stress and think positively of the situation. If it was up to her to let Steve know about his dad, then she would make sure that she’d do it sooner rather than later. She didn’t want to build a relationship with him, keeping secrets from him. She had no idea how he would react, maybe he’d do exactly same what her dad had deduced that is going rampage after her mother, but she hoped it wouldn’t be the case because Steve had already filed a case against Eleanor.
Y/n settled on waiting until after Malcolm’s birthday party, then she would let Steve know the truth. Giving herself a satisfied look in a full-length mirror, she headed out to find her son who happened to be a big fan of his father. She smiled seeing him sprawled out on the couch where she left him, in a deep conversation about garbage trucks and their history. She waited patiently for them to end the call while also wondering about finally starting something with Steve. Even to this day and what they had gone through in the past four years, her heart still fluttered, and butterflies still erupted in her stomach to the idea of finally having a significant relationship with Steve. There’d be ups and downs, moments when they both needed space from each other but in her heart, she knew that they would be just fine together.
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