#my best friend made pot cookies
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How Class 1-A texts
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Warnings - Mentions of spicy scams in one part.
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Midoriya - no caps, its not even on purpose. he just forgets to, and this slightly triggers some of his friends.
Iida - Very proper, and doesn't text naturally. He more so gives updates. Like...
'I have just gone on a nice run, the sun is very bright today.'
Bakugo - Many would think he'd be all caps and aggressive... But no. Why would he waste time on the extras? So he often respond with 'K' 'No' 'Yes' or leaves them as read. Depending on the person, he will occasionally threaten them.
Todoroki - Texts normally, but if he's feeling fun he'll add the basic 🙂or🙁 emoji. He does have a habit of leaving people on read... But he means well.
Uraraka - She's 50/50 she'll either text normally, and spell everything correct. Or misspell tons of words on purpose with so many emojis💕❤️🎂😜😝🎉. She also reacts to everyone's texts.
Kirishima - Hypes everyone up, he rarely even talks about himself. He just tries to help everyone else out.
'Bakubro, don't be hard on yourself! You're so manly!'
Denki - He has a meme reaction for every situation. Dad died? Squidward is here, no cookies left? Homer Simpson appeared, ran out of toilet paper? Rupaul just popped up.
Mina - ALL CAPS BECAUSE SHE IS SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO BE TALKING WITH HER PALS AND SHE HAS SO MANY FUN STORIES TO TELL, ALSO LOTS OF EMOJIS! 💕🎉💖💕💖💕💖😜💋🦅
Sero - Sends meme reactions, but not as much as Denki. And he weirdly feels bad for unused emojis so he'll send out weird ones.
'Going to 7/11 want anything? 🍽️🍡💴'
Jiro - Doesn't talk much, she keeps it short and simple. She prefers talking through snapchat feeds or in person.
Momo - Starts all of the most used groupchats, but oddly enough rarely talks in them. She's busy, but she'll answer if someone needs help with studying or something.
Tokoyami - Quotes from his favorite movies or books a lot, tries to give advice even if it isn't the best advice. He likes to use 💀 emoji a lot.
Tsu - Sneaky, she takes screenshots of shady moments or makes private group chats to exclude the boys from. She's all for the girlies💅
Ojiro - Just watches the chaos unfold, sometimes comments on Tokoyami's quotes, saying he knows where it's from.
Sato - Sends yummy recipes he learned for people to try out, shares photos of beautiful sunsets, nice dinners, and wholesome quotes he found. Overall wholesome texter.
Aoyama - Takes selfies of himself, and sends them randomly. Like in a middle of a discussion over homework, he just sends a selfie of himself he thought was cute.
Hagakure - Starts heated debates, she nearly made the whole group chat become deleted after she asked if pineapple belongs on pizza. She likes to stir the pot, she makes sure to add a topic that triggers either Bakugo or Aoyama since they get the most heated.
Shoji - Gets brought into conversations a lot, gets hyped up by people randomly. And even started a small meme amongst the group that he was unaware of, he rarely texts in the group chat but everyone always wants him to join.
Koda - Sends game links in the chat just so he could get free gems in the game he's playing due to sharing the link. He also likes to use pet emojis, and share cute photos of his bunny.
Mineta - Was banned several times in the chat, by numerous people. Has to be told multiple times not to fall for p*rn scam ads, also sends game links for free gems.
"What do you guys mean, Anna isn't in my area?"
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hello hello hello hi!!!! seeing ur writing rq's are open could I request mari, basil, sunny, and hero with an s/o whos gotta stay in the hospital for a week?? It'd be cool since I had to stay in the hospital for a week diagnosed w a life long illness and . none of my friends visited 😭 have a wonderful silly day!!!!
MARI, BASIL, HERO, and SUNNY with an S/O who's been hospitalized
A/N: HELLO!! i hope you are doing well, being in the hospital SUCKS and i'm so sorry that nobody visited😭😭i hope everything gets better for you, plz stay safe❤️
MARI
she hates it when you aren't doing well,, she'll visit you every day and stay for as long as she can
she'll bring you fresh flowers every time and will always talk w you about anything and everything. she'll tell you how your friends have been and about the grade she got on her quiz ... literally anything in hopes of distracting both you and her of your state
i think she likes to sew so she'll sew you a little blanket or even a plushie to keep you comfort
gets a little upset whenever she has to leave the room ... she's fighting tooth and nail with the doctors to let her in
bakes cookies for you and u two eat them together . honestly if she had it her way you'd be completely under her care but,,, sigghh,,, she supposes that the doctors know what's best.... smh
if you're feeling well enough to eat she'll always help you do so. even if you insist that you can do it by yourself . she's almost like an over-doting mother in some ways
WILL sing/hum you lullabies when you're tired. you cannot refuse. she will also tuck you in and kiss your forehead . just for good measure
BASIL
he can't help but worry . he's honestly pretty anxious knowing you're not doing well but he doesn't show it in front of you ,, he doesn't want to stress you out even more
he'll send you cards every single day that he can't make it in person ,, they have little doodles on them and you can tell they're made with love
he brings you potted plants and tells you all about them. he hopes that it helps you get your mind off of everything for awhile !!
"this is an echinacea, or the coneflower! it's been used for antibiotic and medicinal treatment for centuries. it symbolizes healing and strength. here, it's for you."
he'll hold you hand and you can't help but notice how nervous he gets when doctors come in ... he really doesn't want to leave but he understands
he tries to comfort you during uncomfortable times ... like when you have to get your blood drawn or having to take medicine. he'll smile and tell you that he's proud and that he'll get you ice cream when you're out if you follow the doctor's instructions
HERO
he's always talking about what you two are gonna do together when you get out of the hospital,, like going to a carnival and getting ice cream and how excited HECTOR will be to see you again
he doesn't like seeing you unwell but he tries to stay positive and make the best of it!!!
brings you anything you might need from home. drawing materials? plushies? electronics? your favorite blanket? he has it all
he likes to eat meals with you in your room and just talk about everything. he'll tell you about how everyone misses you and he'll lowkey be trying not to cry in front of you
he wants to cook for you SO BAD but the hospital always has meals set up for you already :( so instead he'll bring you little snacks like cookies throughout the day
doesn't want to leave the room at all,,, he'll bring in a laptop and do his classes online and everything
worried very easily,, always warns you to take it easy and slow down if you're getting up or something. he doesn't mean to be overbearing— he just really wants you to be careful!!
SUNNY
he HATES it god :(( he absolutely hates it when you're sick and hospitalized,, he already hates hospitals so he just. is Not Having a good time
but he doesn't want to make it more stressful for you so he tries his best to be there for you
admittedly might spend more less time with you in the hospital just because he can't stand it. but he tries his best to not be selfish and spend time with you when he can
he's a little embarrassed about it but he'll draw pictures of you and give them to you,, don't talk about it too much or show anyone though, he'll never forgive you
encourages you to take your medicine and eat well,, he's not as overwhelming as MARI or HERO but he still cares a lot, just has a different way of showing it
he'll rant about his interests and stuff that's been going on recently to distract you from everything.. he might get a little bit distracted and rant for the entire night so be sure to tell him when you've had enough
may or may not fall asleep with his head on your bed,,, or your lap,,,, holding your hand,,, mayhaps,,,,,
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Urban Wyatt x Reader : JUST ONE
A/N : I know I’m late with the Christmas fics but this was in my drafts and I’m trying to clean it out lol so enjoy.
You were just a few hours away from Christmas so you were running up and down trying to get everything for dinner. This year you were hosting and you were stressed to the max, to say the least. Your best friend and her mother-in-law always go all out for the holidays, so you wanted to make it just as special as ever.
Just your luck, you had forgotten the most important ingredient for the dish you were making tonight, so you had to run to your local mercado in hopes it was open and not crazy packed. Luckily for you, it was open but it was filled with crazy people running around.
You made sure to go in and grab only the things you needed so you could get out quickly and make it back in time to prep everything. Once out of the store, you drove quickly- but safely back home.
“Please, daddy.” You hear your four-year-old daughter whisper, as you’re making your way inside the house.
“I don’t know Princess, your mom will kill us both.”
“I tell her I dids it.”
Urban chuckles, “No lying to your mom, baby.”
Cassie groans “But there's a bunch, just one pretty please.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, trying hard not to give it away that you were overhearing them.
Urban looks between Cassie and the gifts under the Christmas tree. “Fine, just one but it has to be a small one.”
Cassie immediately shrieks in excitement “Thank you, daddy.”
Urban reaches for a gift so you decide to make your presence known, “I know you two aren’t being naughty.” You look at them with a raised eyebrow.
Cassie gasps “Mommy, ¿cuándo llegaste?”
You smirk “I’ve been here long enough to hear what you two naughty Wyatt’s are planning.”
“It was all her fault.” Urban points to Cassie.
“DADDY.” she glares at him, “It was him mommy.”
You smile and shake your head, “You two are something else.” you make your way to the kitchen to put down the groceries on the counter.
You start taking out the different spices, dough, and meat for the posole you were going to make for dinner, you go wash your hands and rinse down everything you just bought. You grab your apron and notice a shadow by the entrance of the kitchen, you smile and ignore them.
“You ask her.”
“She's your wife, you ask.”
“Yeah but she’s your mom, so you ask her,” Urban whispers back, pushing Cassie all the way into the kitchen.
“How about you both ask me?” You suggest, turning your head to look at them while peeling the chiles.
“She wants to open a present,” Urban says, picks her up, and heads towards you.
“Hmm.” you look at your daughter. “Have you been naughty or nice all year?”
Cassie smiles, “If I was naughty, why Santa bring all those goodies?”
You’re left speechless, “She got you there babe.”
You glare at Urban, “Tell you what princess.” you smile at her, “I’ll let you open just one.”
“Yayy”
“Only if your dad helps me peel these.” You point to the pot you had filled with water and chiles California.
“Daddy, get peeling.” Cassie pats his shoulder.
“Ugh.” Urban groans, sets Cassie down, and goes to wash his hands. “Can I get some gloves?”
You nod and point to the cabinet next to him. “On your right babe.”
“Only because I love you, Cassandra Wyatt,” Urban says.
Cassie gasps, “Not because you love mommy?”
“I- you know I do.”
You can’t help but laugh at that.
“I know, just messing with you.”
Urban shakes his head, “You need to stop hanging out with The Harlow spawns”
“Not uhh.” Cassie shakes her head. “They my best fwens.”
You smile, “Cassandra, I bought some stuff to make cookies.”
“Oh yum.”
“Want to do that while daddy does his job?”
She nods “Yes please.”
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Urban had taken a few pictures of you and Cassie while you two were baking and having fun. After a few hours of baking and prepping everything, Cassie was growing impatient and wanted to open her one present that you had promised she could.
Urban and you were now seated in the living room, waiting for Cassie to pick the present she wanted to open.
“Okay, this one,” she announces, blows the hair out of her face, and sits down in front of you two.
“Wow look at that wrapping Cass,” Urban says, admiring the Hello Kitty wrapping paper.
“It’s so cute.” she nods.
“Okay, open it,” you tell her.
“What is it?” Urban leans towards you and whispers into your ear. “ I didn’t see you wrap this one.”
You smirk. “She’ll love it. You’ll both have fun.”
Cassie gasps. “OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT.”
You smile but Urban sits up and tries to look at the box, “What is it Cass?”
She smiles and looks up at her dad, “A camera.”
Urban quickly sits down next to Cassie and pulls it out of the box, “Oh this is neat Cassie.”
She nods, “I wrote Santa a letter.”
“Yeah? And what did you say?” He asks her.
“Camera to be like you daddy.”
Urban smiles and kisses the top of her head. “Want to test it out?”
She nods. “Say cheese mommy.”
You smile, throw the peace sign, and wait for her to snap the picture. After a while of messing with the camera, she finally gets tired and is ready for her nap of the day.
You start picking up the wrapping paper from the floor when Urban grabs your hand and stops you. “W-what?”
“That shit tugged at my heartstrings and you knew it would.”
You shrug, “Maybe.”
He smiles, “Since when did she want to take pictures like me? It was always sing like her Tio Jack Jack or her mom.”
You smile, “She’s been saying that for a while now, she would always try to use my phone for pictures but she claims the quality sucks.”
Urban chuckles, “You were right you know?”
“About what?”
“We’re gonna have fun with that, even if it’s a Polaroid,” he says.
“Thank you,” you tell him.
“For what?” He asks, confused.
You wrap your hands around his neck, “For coming back to us.”
He smiles, “I wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Promise me, Wyatt.” You close your eyes and place your forehead against his. “Promise me that you’ll stay.”
“Baby, look at me.” he places his hand under your chin. “I promise you that we’ll make this work, I promise that I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay even when you want to throw a cup at me, I’m here to stay.”
“I love you.” You whisper.
He gives you one last peck and smiles, “I love you more.”
You raise your eyebrows, “You know what else Cassie wrote on her letter to Santa?”
“What?”
You smirk, “A baby brother or sister.”
He looks shocked, “Wait what?”
You shrug, “I know we said no more kids, that we’re happy with just Cassandra. But we can always practice.”
Urban smirks right away, “Oh you got yourself a deal Mrs. Wyatt.”
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My High
My ride or die
RQ: “please could you do a jj maybank x male reader where they smoke and it’s the readers first time high and he’s all giggly and shit and jj thinks it’s really cute?”
Warnings: Smoking, getting high, accidental confession
A/N: Never gotten high before so i have no idea what if feels like 💀 also i know i said id post this tmr but im posting it today. Two stories in a day yay
It was a hot day out in outerbanks as per usual, you and JJ were both out sitting on a dock, talking to each other while listening to the soft waves. You both had the biggest crush on each other for the longest time, but were too scared to tell each other how you feel.
All of your friends knew you both liked each other. It was so obvious and they hoped one of you guys would eventually make the move. It was like two idiots in a pot, a perfect duo.
“Y’know, I love comin’ out here with you. So peaceful and I feel like I can tell you anything.” JJ spoke, smiling at you with that goofy grin he has. You smiled back at him, small butterflies forming in your stomach with his words.
He was an idiot, sure, but he really knew how to get around someone’s heart. “I could say the same for you. I mean, how long have we been friends? Like.. 8 years?” You felt a soft breeze against your skin as you both laughed. “Ever since middle school, bud.”
JJ pulled out a bag of two chocolate cookies from his pocket, “You want one?” He asked, holding the bag up towards you. “Knowing you, you probably drugged them. What’s in them?” JJ smiled at your awareness, “You sure know me well. They’re edibles. I know you’ve never gotten high before so… wanna get high with me?”
He hoped you’d say yes since he wanted your first time getting high to be with him. You took a second to respond, pondering your decision. You smiled back at him, “Of course I would.” He grinned before opening the bag of cookies, grabbing one and handing it to you. You gladly took it from his hands and sniffed it. “Smells like a regular cookie.”
You spoke before biting into the edible. “Tastes like one too.” JJ took a bite of his, enjoying the taste of the freshly made cookie. “Trust me, M/N. You’re gonna feel out of this world.” You finished your cookie within seconds and you both waited a bit, talking about life stuff.
Finally, you began to feel an odd sensation kick in. A sensation you’ve never felt before. Almost like an euphoric feeling. “Wow, i feel like.. really relaxed..” You smiled, looking at JJ. JJ on the other hand, wasn’t as high as he only took two small bites of his cookie. “Wooah, everything around me is so.. bright.” You spoke, looking at all the exotic colors that weren’t actually there.
“So fuckin’ cool.” You whispered, giggling at whatever. JJ admired your new behavior since it was something he’d never really seen before. “Feel like you’re in another dimension yet?” He spoke, looking at your awe face.
“Totally.” You giggled, laying down on the hard wood on the dock. He laughed at all the cute expression you’d make from time to time. He laid next to you, looking up at the clouds. “This is so nice.” You spoke softly this time, smiling while looking up at the clouds which made various shapes that only you saw.
JJ didn’t say anything. He instead looked at you, “You’re really cute, Y’know?” He blurted out. His eyes widened but you didn’t respond. You were too fixated on the clouds to hear what he said. JJ sighed with relief. He almost accidentally confessed to his best friend…
That would’ve been really awkward.
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TASM!Peter x Male reader- incorrect quotes
Cause that boy was fruity as FUCK and we were ROBBED! ROBBED I SAY-
Y/n: We’ll get back into there or die trying.
Peter, trying to Spidey: No one’s dying.
Y/n, a civilian, just trying to help: Not with that attitude.
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Peter: Y/n likes to win. When he were 8, a little Club Scout friend of his bragged they could sell the most cookies.
Peter: Damned if Y/n didn't walk the neighborhood till he got blisters on his feet, and won by 10 boxes.
Y/n: Best part is, I wasn't even a Club Scout.
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Harry, after someone insulted Peter: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!
Peter: What are you talking about? Of course—
Y/n, holding out a hand to shut Peter up: No, no, he has a point—
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Gwen: But what about Y/n?
Harry: Don't worry about him.
Harry: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.
Peter: Well, you were the one who pushed him.
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Harry, professional instigator: Hi could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?
Y/n, professional fool: Microwave for 40 minutes.
Gwen, professional ‘my boys are stupid’ boys haver: WHY WERE YOU MICROWAVING A LEMON?!
Y/n: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges, but I didn’t own any pots…
Peter, currently microwaving a grape: Did you burn an orange too? HOW?!
Y/n: Microwave for 40 minutes.
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Peter: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.
Harry: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.
Gwen: Wasps?
Y/n: Terriers?
Peter: Y/n.
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Gwen, watching Peter and Harry fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?
Y/n, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.
Gwen: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?
Peter, with superhuman powers but a Y/n lover: Y/n.
Harry, doesn’t want Peter to kill him: Y/n.
Y/n, delusional and gay: Me.
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Harry: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
Peter: That's deep.
Y/n: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.
Peter: That's deeper.
Gwen: ...You guys are idiots
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Peter: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Gwen: No, that's not how you make cookies.
Harry: FLOOR IT!!
Peter: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?
Gwen: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-
Peter: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!
Y/n: DO IT!
Gwen: NO-
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Gwen: Blue M&Ms are the best.
Y/n: whAT IS THIS SLANDER?
Gwen: What about it? They are.
Y/n: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!
Y/n: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST!
Gwen: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO!
Peter, trying to stop them: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything.
Harry, to stop peter from stopping them: I like the yellow ones.
Gwen and Y/n: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!
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Peter: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?
Gwen, exasperated: WHY?!?
Gwen points at Y/n: YOU HIJACKED A COP CAR!
Gwen points at Harry: YOU NEARLY TRIED TO KILL PETER!
Gwen points at Peter: AND YOU THREW YOURSELF INTO A STORM MADE OF LIVING ELECTRICITY!
Gwen: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
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Gwen, in a room with Peter, Harry, and Y/n: It’s calm in here.
Gwen: It scares me…
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Harry: *is hugging Peter*
Y/n: Hey! It's my turn to hug Peter!
Y/n: *grabs Peter*
Harry: *pulling Y/n off Peter* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!
Y/n: No, It's my turn!
Peter: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because you guys tried to kill me doesn't mean you can be hugging me to apologise constantly!
Y/n: But we need the moral support!
Harry: And you're small! Which is cute!
Y/n: If we don't hug you right now I think our guilt will kick in and our bodies will stop functioning.
Peter: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.
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it has been... (checks posts) three years
uhh happy new year?
it's 2024 and tokyo revengers ended like over a year ago already. i wasn't there, unfortunately. i don't know what happened. i think i died lol but I'm back again for some reason.
the pandemic is done and over with, i haven't read or watched any anime for the past two years, and i'm less than two years away from graduating high school. which is amazing because when i started this blog, i was a second year in junior high.
i was cleaning out my gmail today and saw one saying that joukhr posted chapter 9 of second hand. didn't remember most of the story so i decided to read it and it wasn't until chapter 35 did i realize that it was already completed and i had 5 chapters left. finishing it had me sitting in silence, feeling hollow, feeling this growing desire trying to lurch out of me. i have come to a realization that that desire was to write, that desire was to go back to what younger me believed i was best in, that desire was to do something - to write something - that would also light a desire in others.
i definitely wasn't healthy during my tumblr writer era, i wasn't sleeping nor eating well, i didn't socialize and i ignored all of my friends and family in favor of the one i created in this site. i didn't feel like my truest self, like i created a persona that people would like. i wasn't the healthiest, but i definitely was happy.
i want to try again. i want to try writing again. this time, in a way that doesn't include me giving out everything that i have, everything that i am.
for the people who waited on me all this time, know that i have my pot of tea beside me, a glass of milk to add, and a plate of cookies. i thank you for your patience and your interest over the years, and i am back to making myself and other people happy with my writing once more. not just with tokyo revengers, i'll also show you all of the fandoms that once made me happy and is now pulling me back in like a teenager's favorite song on the bus ride home.
good day. see you soon.
(ps: aside from joukhr's fic, another reason why i came back is definitely because i accidentally deleted the first part of sister, sister while rereading my old works. it definitely pushed me to start writing again, even if it's just a rewrite.)
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HELLLOOOOO LINNNN🥰🥰🥰🥰 how are you? i hope you are great!!! i am Not!!! there was a flash flood warning here and there is a LEAK in my room ceiling i am very Sad about it :( it's a bit of a big one too :( needed three buckets to catch all the lil drops :( so of course i have thought up something sweet around that because i need it rn 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔
your apartment has Several leaks coming in :/ you're groaning as you go around putting down mugs and bowls and tupperwares and pots to catch all the water (you put some of your plants underneath some too because at least they'll benefit from it😔😔😔) and all the water is contained but not your apartment is nearly unliveable, half of your cookware is on the ground and knowing your clumsy self, you'll trip over even the biggest pot, and the repairmen wont be able to come in for another few days :/ so you pack a couples days worth of clothes and head over to the person on the team who lives closest to you... hotch!!!🥰 you hope he doesnt mind (knowing him, he won't mind and knowing little jack, he Definitely isn't opposed to having one of his daddy's friends over🤩) so you drive over, park and rush into the cover of the lobby away from the Pouring rain, you take the elevator up and prepare to knock when you hear silly giggles from behind the door and your heart gets all 🥰💞 at the mental image of hotch being the sweetestttttt dad <3 you knock and hear "daddy!!! i wanna see!!! lift me up!!! lift me up!!! >:) !!!" you hear aaron chuckle and then..... "miss (y/n) :D !!!!! daaaaaaddddyyyyy open the dooorrrrrrrr" the door unlocks quickly and soon, in your arms a giggly crazy jack bug🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you juggle him and your go-bag gor a couple seconds before aaron steadies you by taking your bag and letting you in as you say your hellos🥰🥰 aaron asks what you're doing here and you tell him your situation as he listens so intently and his eyes so full of understanding while jack goes running to get you a snack in the form of cookies he and aaron made🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰💞 he offers you a place to stay and jack comes back right at that exact moment he's so excited he almost drops the cookies🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰 that first night is so amazing, aaron and jack are the best sleepover buddies ever ever everrrrr and your heart is beating like CRAZY as you snuggle in super close next to hotch in a blanket fort with a snoring jack on your lap 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 that night you're getting ready to sleep in the guest bedroom when you notice the AC doesnt work in that room and you go over to aaron's room to let him know you'll crash on the couch but he stops you and his head almost explodes at the sight of you in your lil pj shorts and shirt and he tells you he wont mind sharing his bed🥰🥰🥰🥰 you slide in bed and just Lay there as you fall asleep and in the morninggggggg you find yourself all snuggled up in aaron's armssssss🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞💞 the room is cold from his working AC so a shivers runs up your spine and sleepily snuggle closer as aaron's arms tightens around you in his sleep🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you've never been so happy about water leaks ever in your life as you are nowwww🥰🥰🥰🥰
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JESS-JESS 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 nooooooooo i’m sorry you’re dealing with leaky problems :(((((( i’m sending you pots, buckets, super absorbent towels for the lil drops and sooooooo many forehead smooches 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕
your building is kinda Old so you’re pretty used to little leaks here and there when it rains but this is a Very Big storm :( and your roof just cannot handle it :( so as soon as you get all your buckets and pots and pans and tupperwares all set up and ready to catch all the little droplets they can hold, you start packing up a bag and figuring out where to go so you can stop being Damp 😔😔😔💔💔💔 hehehe meanwhile aaron is at home baking and having a sweet lil night with his baby boy and glancing out at the storm like :/ because he Knows how leaky your roof is after you’ve talked about it at work a bunch :( but just as he’s picking up his phone to text you and make sure you’re alright, there’s a knock on the door!!!!!!!!!!! and jack is begging to be held up to the peep hole to check who it is 🤭 and he can’t help the way his poor heart beats a lil quicker when jack gasps that it’s You at the door hehehe 🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋
when aaron tucks jack into bed that night after he dozed off in the living room blanket fort, jack giggles all sleepily that he’s sooooooo happy you’re there and aaron smiles as he smooches jacks head and hums “me too, buddy” because he really really is :( he loves knowing that when you needed help, you came to him First 🥺 and he comes out of the room to find you with your pillow in your hand wearing your cute little jammies (that make his head Explode 🤭) looking like 😕 and he knows he would do Anything to make that look leave your face 🥺 after you get all cozy in his bed, you lay there and bask in the fact that it smells like him and that this is all really happening while he brushes his teeth and gets all ready for bed (your head explodes seeing him in his cute jammies too 🤭) before he slides under the covers and rolls on his side to face you so he can say goodnight 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 after you wake up in the morning in his cozy cozy arms and snuggle in even deeper to keep warm, you drift back off to sleep because it’s just so nice to be Held hehe but a little later you wake back up and find aaron watching you with the softest smile in the world and when he sees your eyes flutter open he murmurs “good morning” and you’re Positive that this is how you want to wake up every morning for the rest of your life 🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗💗💗🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
#jess!#SOBS! and WEEPS!#you show up all frustrated and :( but seeing your boys just makes everything better#hehehehe especially when they give you one of the YUMMY cookies they made together that evening hehehe#aaron laughs when he sees you swipe another one when he and jack go to grab blankets for the fort#aaron.hotchner#.hotch#.ask#aaron hotchner x reader#i luv youuuuuuuuuu jess-jess <333
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⛄️❄️ Weekly Tag Wednesday, on a Thursday ❄️⛄️
Kindly tagged by @mikhailoisbaby @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @crestfallercanyon @creepkinginc @mybrainismelted @energievie @deedala @jrooc
It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends ����🏻
❄️ Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:
Any film or TV set I’ve ever wrangled animals on I’ve been dubbed ‘Rabbit Girl’ or ‘Alpaca Lady’ or whatever other animal I’ve got with me that day, and it makes me laugh. I’m also quite fond of school kids calling me ‘Farmer Michelle’. It’s cute. Otherwise it’s just the usual. Myska. Mys. Myskalump.
Oh! Oh oh oh!!! Ruth’s brother calls me his Swisster, and it’s the CUTEST THING!!!! 🥰🇨🇭
❄️ Where are you located? London, UK
❄️ What season is it where you are now? 🥶
❄️ Favourite tradition this time of year: I love baking and decorating cookies and giving them to people. I also love giving and especially wrapping presents. I’ve made my own wrapping paper for the last few Christmases and birthdays, and it makes wrapping extra fun!!
I just like doing things that make other people happy 😊
❄️ Favourite holiday food: Leftovers Casserole. It’s literally what it says in the tin, so turkey meat, any left over roast veg and potatoes, caramelised garlic carrots, Brussels, and stuffing all put in the oven to heat through and let the top go crispy, and then you eat it with gravy. Yum yum.
❄️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Mulled cider all the way!! We basically have a large pot of mulled wine and a large pot of mulled cider on the go for all of December lol
❄️ Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)?
I have always wanted to make a nut roast and never have!!! 😭 We do turkey on Christmas Day and Honey Glazed Ham on “House Christmas”. They’re both awesome.
❄️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?
Cabin!!!!
❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow?
Pro. Farming is tough in winter, but it’s still pretty beautiful. Even if my fingers fall off.
❄️ Have you ever built a snowman? Of course! I also built a snow dog with Poppy one year.
❄️ Skiing or Snowboarding? I used to be a pretty decent skier. I’ve snowboarded twice and could not get on board with the concept. Just like I am great on roller skates and suck on a skate board 🤷🏽♂️ Also? All of my best scars and bloodiest injury stories are winter sport related!
❄️ Do you decorate for the holidays? Have you met me??
No neighbourhood ivy is save this time of year!
❄️ Favourite holiday movie? I’m not too big on movies generally, but we often watch A Knights Tale at Christmas, so probably that?
❄️ Favourite holiday fanfic? One of the things I adore about fandom at Christmas is things like Christmas Gift Exchanges and people writing Christmas spin offs for their popular fics, or amazing people like @sam-loves-seb doing a whole 12 Days of Christmas!!! Which I cannot wait to have time off to binge my way through to get in the Christmas spirit!!! 🥰
❄️ If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place?
Bradley James! Once and Future Love of my Life.
I would be hired to supply the animals for his latest movie, which would have some cringeworthy puntastic title like ‘You’ve Goat to Be Kidding Me’ or ‘Only With Ewe’.
Forgive my lateness and likely double tagging. Work has been a lot in the run up to Christmas. If you’ve already done this please tag me so I can read yours, and if not then this is your invitation to be fashionably late, just like me! @suzy-queued @heymacy @heymrspatel @callivich @faejilly @greentealycheejelly @rutherinahobbit @depressedstressedlemonzest @look-i-love-u @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @rereadanon @lupeloto @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @francesrose3 @bawlbrayker @vintagelacerosette
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Wanna Be Yours
Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: ANGST, arguing, light swearing, situationship (kinda), mentions of the Winter Soldier, Bucky still has the words in his mind, this might suck (first time writing marvel)
Summary: Bucky has feelings for you but the thing is, you have them too. However, you can't handle it if he becomes the Winter Soldier again. But what happens when things come out after spending a week alone together in the compound.
Day 1
It was just you and Bucky in the compound since the rest were hidding from a threat. You and Buck were the only ones who were able to stay at the compound because the two of you ended up getting locked in the basement which you weren't allowed out until Tony told Friday to open the door for the two of you out. Tony called you to inform you to keep it down and it was safer if the two of you were to stay hidden in the lab, just don't touch anything.
You did not quite understand why the team didn't want the two of you to join them but you didn't question Tony and Steve's order. You were making food when Bucky strutted in the kitchen.
"I thought we weren't allowed out here," He chuckled.
"Well, Tony isn't going to know." You laugh before getting a pot from the cabinet.
Bucky walked up behind you, hugging your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your neck.
"Buck, I need to get the water."
"But let's just go hang out in the lab again," He offers.
"So you don't wanna eat my best dish of Mac n Cheese?"
"I do but I want to cuddle."
"I don't wanna cuddle. I'm hungry," You spin in his arms, coming face to face.
You look into his eyes, trying to keep your breathing under control. His warm breath fans across your face, you could smell his scent of the body wash he used after his shower. His metal hand rubbed circles on the small of your back.
"Buck-"
"FIne, I just wanted to cuddle." He pouts before pulling away. You immediately missed his warmth.
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Day 4
The two of you were laying together, watching a movie. It was a romantic movie and Bucky was making fun of you the entire time. He would laugh at every sigh, laugh, giggle, blush, and every time you cried over something they said. He felt like he was on top of the world with you in his arms.
He could smell the strawberry shampoo that you used this morning in your bath. He could feel how warm and soft your body was from under the blanket. He loved the way your body just fit right with his. He wanted to stay like this forever but when the timer went off for the cookies that you had made, you ran to the kitchen which left Bucky missing you immediately.
He sat there in the bed with a stupid love struck grin on his face.
"What's with the smile Bucko?" You laugh.
"I just like spending time with you."
"Right," you laugh, "You just want the first cookie."
"Do you think I am stupid? I already know that you ate one on the trip back here." He chuckled.
"How dare you accuse me of this?" You toss your hands into the air.
"Baby, I know you too well."
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Day 7
Training was difficult because you normally trained with Natasha since the two of you were both in the Red Room together. The two of you had similar fighting styles.
Bucky went to swing at you which you blocked very easily. But he ended up moving you closer and closer to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist before spinning to knock him down. Your chest was pressed against his. His hands were on your waist, yours at the sides of his head. You were straddling him, your breaths mixing together.
He looked at you with a passion and hunger at the same time. His pupils dilated to nearly pure black with the amount of lust. Your faces got closer but you pulled away from him. You got up and he looked at you with a confused expression.
"I need some space," You tell him, stepping away.
"Space? Have I done something wrong?"
"It's not you, it's me."
"Oh no you don't get to use that on me," He yelled.
"I literally can not do this right now," You say.
"Do what?"
"We are just friends Buck, I don't have to tell you everything."
"We both know what we are feeling right now is not what "just friends" feel," He says to your turned back.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I know that I have feelings for you. I want to be with you. I wanna be able to say that you are with me. I know you want it too," Bucky states, passionately.
"Yes, I want that too."
"Then what is the problem?"
"Hydra is still out there Buck. What happens if they get to you? I know you still haven't been able to get those words out of your mind. I don't wanna get into a relationship and then they get to you a-and they take you away from me," You cry.
"I promise you that I am not going to be that person again."
"And what if you do? What if they turn you back into the Winter Soldier? What if I lose you to those assholes?''
"I will come back to you no matter what."
"You can't promise that, Bucky. You can't promise me that you will come back. You just can't." You sob in his arms. You couldn't hold back the fear of losing him when you get him.
"Look at me," you look, "I don't know what will happen but I do know that I want to be with you. I wanna be yours and if you let me, I will fight to have you. I will prove every day that I will be coming back to you because you are my home," He confesses.
"But-"
He cuts you off with a kiss that you don't reject. You have been craving his touch for so long and you couldn't believe that you had been denying yourself for so long.
"Guys, seriously? In the training room?" Tony hollered.
"Friday, have someone wipe this room clean." Steve groaned.
You just looked at Bucky and giggled. You knew that whatever happened, you both could figure it out when it happens. You just had to deal with the present, not the future. You pulled Bucky for another kiss and then you ran to the room together so you could watch another movie.
"Not another chick flick," He begged.
"Oh shush, you love them."
"No, I love you." He said before the door shut.
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You know what?
Necromancy for Dummies, Harringrove Week Day Two!
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So, yeah.
It had been ten years since his last real relationship. A decade since Nancy Wheeler dumped him at Tina's Halloween party and Steve had heard opinions from everyone in his life about his refusal to move on.
Dustin thought there was no time limit on heartbreak. Told Steve he shouldn't be ashamed of taking time for himself, of taking a breather to work through his abandonment issues.
It made Steve feel good to have it reaffirmed, like he was getting a gold star for standard participation.
Robin, on the other hand, was of the belief that Steve should fuck anything with a pulse. Given that the thing could consent. She preached constantly about the therapy of the blowjob (both giving and receiving) and Steve thought it was a little odd for a lesbian to condone pegging like that but who was he to judge?
At least she was supportive, if a little brash, but he'd rather hear it from her than his Nonna, anyway. .
Dustin always rolled his eyes and repeated, insistently; that Steve should do what made him feel comfortable, not adhere to peer pressure or goading at the hands of a certain crowd favorite lesbian, and for a decade Steve had agreed.
It was his life. His lack of love, his mental breakdown, and Steve would experience it any way he saw fit.
Dustin was ecstatic. Told Steve he was proud of him--inspired, even, that sex and relationships weren't the hottest topic on his mind, but.
Dustin couldn't have been more wrong.
Steve thought about love constantly. Thought about holding hands and baking cookies on rainy Saturday mornings with someone who saw beyond what Steve presented to the world, and as the weeks turned into months that turned into years, it became impossible to ignore the aching in his chest to be completed.
He was good at hiding it. The want. The need for connection.
And sure, it was a primitive construct that everyone needed someone. Sure, it wasn't an actual necessity and Steve knew his worth as an individual wasn't defined by his access to a romantic partner and yada-yada-ya, but.
Then Nancy and Jonathan got Married.
And Dustin got Married.
And Mike and El moved in together.
And everyone was moving forward with their lives, even his Nonna, who had started dating new men every Saturday night after the death of his grandpappy Ralph.
And, maybe, Steve started to feel like a loser.
Just a little.
Like he was defective and unloveable and he tried not to mope his way through life, as a rule.
At least he still had Robin--the last single girls, the two of them.
But then, two weeks before Halloween, Robin got engaged and Steve didn't know what to do.
--
“You know that weird little friend of yours is getting married.”
”I know, Nonna.”
”The lesbian.” Which. Steve didn’t know why she kept calling Robin that. As if the two of them weren’t thick as thieves, best friends who played bag gammon together and smoked pot to quell Nonna's rising blood pressure. “And I don’t hold anything against the homosexuals, Stevie—“
”I know.”
She kept right on talking. Swallowing smoke, cough rattling the receiver against Steve’s head. “Hell, even I had my adventures back in the day.”
And. Yeah, Steve pushed his food to the side, suddenly overcome with queasiness.
“Did I ever tell you about Margot?” She asked. He could feel a story coming on.
”Nonna, I really don’t—“
”Breast’s like candy apples, for Christ-sake--"
"Please stop." He begged. Steve could barely handle the stories about grandpappy Ralph.
"Alright Stevie, I get it. Once a woman turns fifty she stops being human. You know, for a witch you have incredibly narrow views of sexuality." Nonna leaned away from the phone, the tiny plastic tops of her hair rollers rattling when she yelled at Bride, her asshole cat.
Steve bristled. "I don't have--"
"You're kind of a prude, honey bunch." She was mostly kidding. Steve had spent the majority of his childhood learning the difference and he could tell that Nonna was grinning, somewhere on the other end of the line. "I blame your father." She said.
And they always did. He was mortal, practically puritan by the way he ruled over Steve's childhood with an iron fist.
"Can we talk about something else?"
"What, like how Robin is worried about you?"
Steve nearly dropped the mug in his hand. "You talk about me?"
"Of course we do."
He was mortified. Nonna didn't seem to notice, chuckling as she poked and prodded. "What else would we talk about? Besides candy apple breasts, of course."
"Oh my god, Just." Steve groaned, burying his head in his hands. "Stop it. I swear to God I'm gonna--"
"God?" She chuckled again, that raspy smoker's laugh reaching through the phone to pull a smile out from Steve's chest. "Honey, if God were real don't you think he'd take pity on the desperate?"
He opened his mouth to argue--
And then closed it again because she was right. As usual.
Steve was, well and truly, desperate in every sense of the word. He sighed and got up from the couch to pour himself another cup of coffee, his third for the night--sleep was out of the question.
Nonna took his silence as an opportunity to clear the air. "Robin also said you're her best man."
"Mediocre is more accurate, I dunno about Best--"
"And you know it's tradition for the best man to have a date, right Stevie?" Nonna paused, clearly trying to gauge his reaction. "It's bad luck for him not to."
Steve snorted. "You definitely just made that up. Right now. On the phone." He could practically see the swipe of her manicured hand in his minds eye.
Could feel her taking a swig of gin, blotting her mouth with a napkin as she said, "Details. The point is, honey bunch--the homosexuals are getting married. Hell, Nancy's been married for three years to that patient stoner boy." The distant flick of a lighter filtered through the receiver. "What was his name again?"
"Jonathan," Steve said around a slice of pizza.
"Yup, that's the one. And even that scrawny kid with the law degree--"
"Mike," He scrubbed a hand across his face. Nonna tried to remember the names, but. In her words: there were too many fuckers to take seriously.
She snapped her fingers at the realization. Smug little shit.
"Uh-huh, even Harvard has a live in partner. Point is: they can get married. All of them in their nerdy, scrawny, pale faced glory. And if they can somehow find love, why can't you?"
Steve felt his checks go pink with embarrassment. Here he was, gobbling pizza in his living room though no one was around to see it, and.
There were about a trillion and one answers to that question.
Why can’t you.
As a rule, Steve tried not to mope his way through life. That's not to say that there weren't things to complain about--Steve kept an itemized list in his sock drawer, for Christ’s-sake, and liked to pull it out for a refresher when things were moving a little too well.
He was so uncool. The absolute lamest, whenever shit got hopeful.
For starters, he was twenty eight and still afraid of the dark. Call it the result of phantom trauma, call it good sense--he had to use the tiny flashlight on his phone when moving about his house after the sun fell from the sky.
Setting appointments over the phone was his worst night mare. He let the trash get smelly before taking it out to the bin and spiders took up entire rooms when they made an appearance in Steve's apartment. He slept in front of the T.V. most nights because his bed felt too big and too empty but perhaps the worse thing of all--dweebiness and general child like wonder aside--was that his Nonna had started to notice.
And Nonna was a powerful witch, but she wouldn’t be able to pick up on a rotting corpse if it was dead in her living room
Steve shrugged, remembering again that no one could see him. "There aren't any hopefuls on my list."
"None at all?" Nonna said in disbelief. "Come now. My grandson is strapping--handsome and smart and a wiz with potions and brews." Nonna fell silent for a moment, the soft puff-puff-puff of her cigarette reaching through the atmosphere like limbs from a tree.
Finally; "We could always find you a love spell, slip an elixir into someone's tea. Someone you fancy."
Steve snorted. "Right, because that'll do wonders in quelling the rumors that I'm a stage five clinger."
"Who's saying that?" Nonna demanded. "Give me a lock of their hair and I'll make sure they stop saying anything."
And Steve knew she would.
Nonna had hexed three kids for stealing his lunchbox in the fifth grade for a whole lot less, and he had no doubt she'd do it again.
Still. He was reluctant to spill the metaphorical beans. "Just, kids in high school,” Steve clarifies. “When I was with Nancy--"
"Doll, that was ten years ago. Ten years." Nonna said, her smoky voice cresting the height of annoyance. "Besides, clinginess is just another term for loving selflessly and fearlessly, even when it's inconvenient."
She lit another cigarette. "What would Nancy Wheeler know about that?"
--
There were rules that came with being a witch. An etiquette, you could say, specifics that sucked all the fun out of having unlimited power. In many cases witches weren't exposed to higher magicks--either for lack of skill or self-control.
Steve's family colored outside the lines, so to speak.
Nonna believed that there was no such thing as white or black Magick--just spells.
Just desire and intent and power. Truckloads of it, all waiting at the tips of his fingers if he knew where to look, and Steve never got in trouble for following his gut instinct. Not when he turned Tommy H. into a frog, not when he used magick to cheat on tests, and certainly not when he hexed people who deserved it.
Thus a culture of independence emerged around the young witch. A steely belief that there was no right or wrong, only his will.
His design.
You could say that was the first mistake.
--
The first time Steve reanimated a corpse was the day his lizard died.
Corncob was his familiar, which made it immensely difficult to wrap his head around the possibility of death. Steve's mother said it was a bad omen, that he hadn't properly sorted his intent before casting and thus the energies had taken something from him as payment.
Nonna said it was just the way of life.
All God's creatures pass on, Stevie. God notwithstanding.
But it was a fact he refused to accept. Steve didn't eat for days after Corncob's passing, refraining from drinking water, even, as he figured out what to do.
No right.
No wrong.
Only his will.
So Steve broke into the attic. Wrapped himself in a corner stacked with books and manuscripts on darker subjects, read until it felt like his eyes were melting out of his skull.
There among the cobwebs Steve got his answer; necromancy.
The world felt slippery in his mouth. Steve knew it was mostly forbidden, especially for younger witches, but the thick, leather bound volumes had said it was rather simple to reach through the veil and breathe life into those one couldn’t bare to part with.
To bend the rules to fit his will, Steve was desperate; familiars weren't supposed to leave their masters, and he missed his friend dearly.
So, a life for a life.
That was the price, the books said. Steve made sure to iron out his intent this time.
He planned for days; gathered supplies under the guise of mischief--simple spells like making someone's hair fall out--until the moon was waxing and he convinced his mother to let him cast during the witching hour--his first of many. The incantation was to be said right as the clock struck midnight. Thrice thine and thrice mine, and thrice again to make up nine--
Steve sliced his palm and let an offering of blood feed the energy of the night.
Come morning corncob was eating flies like nothing had happened. Talking, like always, like before. The books said sometimes the soul got trapped in the in-between, but. Steve didn't notice a difference and Nonna didn't ask questions.
She told him he was powerful.
She told him it was rare that a witch of his age had the fortitude to reach into the veil, and he should be proud that he had been given such a precious, valuable skill.
Nonna told him that death was his gift.
You could say that was the second mistake.
--
Steve couldn't get the conversation with Nonna out of his head.
Robin was getting married and he was desperate. Single and restless, undesirable and frumpy--a whole list of things--stuck in a big Scooby-doo house with manuscripts on Wichcraft and Embalming that definitely were no help in getting him laid.
After Nonna turned in for the night Steve poured himself a glass of wine, which he drank over a book on potions.
He poured himself another to make it through an embalming session; the corpse had started to smell and it was gravely unpleasant.
Steve took a shower and drank another to help him fall asleep.
It didn't work.
He poured a fourth glass of merlot and sat in front of the fireplace with the bottle cradled to his chest.
It was true.
Everyone in Steve's orbit had moved on. Found love and success beyond running a Mortuary and Steve had thought about returning his gift so many times. Apparently botany and hearth witches were hot on the ticket of romance; everyone wanted flowers and tea cakes from their lover but the gift of death--helping spirits cross over, providing relief to grieving families, reaching into the veil in his search for lost spirits--while practical in use, was too weird for many.
For most. Of the people Steve had dated, at least.
No mater what, witch or mortal, the same complaints always arose; Embalming fluid is not a valid form of cologne! Reanimating dead opossums on the side of the road is Creepy and Gross when they start following us around, asking for food! Conversations with dead people are not appropriate when I take you to meet my parents!
All the attributes Steve possessed weren't high on most people's lists when looking for a suitor. It's not like there were many witches running around, and even then.
Necromancy could be frightening.
What with the vengeful spirts and the gaping hellmouths ready to swallow unsuspecting mortals, but Steve's gift was useful. And valuable. He felt whole and helpful and good when he could help people process complicated topics like death and he felt.
Powerful.
So powerful when he could fix it for them; bring back a child who had died too soon, or a man who had passed before the birth of his son. The kind of rush he received--Steve was taught never to fear power but to take it. Wield it. Forge his own path, create his own story--
"I should build a boyfriend." Steve said suddenly.
As wine dribbled down his chin, Corncob awoke from his terrarium in the corner, cocking his head to the side like ‘Pussy won't.’
"Pussy will, you fucking dick." Steve rose on shaky feet and pulled his manuscripts from the book case. Leafing through them recklessly even as the words slipped around the page, he ached to find the answer. Five glasses of wine would serve him well tonight.
"I can't believe I never thought of this before." He stared at Corncob. "Why didn't you think of this before?"
The lizard stared at him, glassy eyes quizzical. ‘Don't look at me, I'll have none of your necromancy.’
"You choose now to harness a sense of mortality?" Steve tossed the first manuscript to the side and propped open a second, biting his lip as he scanned the index for his favorite passage.
‘What are you searching for?’
"The Abi-Dalzim passage." Steve lamented distantly. They knew it well, had employed it when the Markson twins died of cancer before their fifth birthday.
Corncob wasn't on board with it that time, even though the children's mother had stopped eating.
Corncob was never on board with anything.
He was a terrible familiar. ‘Is that really a good idea?’ The lizard reasoned.
Steve closed the second manuscript and opened the Demonomicon. Volatile energies worked best, sometimes. "Every idea is a good one."
Corncob's tongue flicked out to lick his eyeball. ‘We haven't exhausted our other options.’
And that.
That was laughable. "I haven't had a partner in over ten years, Corny." The light from his lamp flickered once. "If I was capable of meeting one the usual way I'd be married with kids by now.”
‘What's that round friend of yours always saying?’ Corncob feigned interest. “’Self worth is not determined by outside factors...’”
Steve couldn't believe he was taking advice from a lizard, Goblin or otherwise. "You eat arachnids for a living. Hardly one to judge."
‘Something could go wrong.’ Corncob lamented. ‘The air. It worries.’
Steve opened a third manuscript. "Worries how?"
Corncob fell silent. Thoughtfully brooding as Steve copied the specifics from the Abi-Dalzim passage.
A graven image.
A list of attributes.
A lock of human hair, and. An orb of Thesula.
‘We don't have access to a spirt orb.’ Corncob concluded. As if that would somehow stand in the way. ‘They're extremely difficult to locate--’
"Difficult but not impossible." Steve pocketed the list and shrugged on a coat. Fall in Hawkins was brutal, the leaves paving a way from unrelenting cold. "I'll go see Keith. He always has the hook ups."
‘You despise Keith.’
Steve shrugged. "I despise you as well, but here we are.”
Corncob stared at him thoughtfully. ‘You are a powerful and kind master. Perhaps love will find you.’
Steve was almost moved.
Almost touched, to his very core, but he had grown tired of sleeping in this house alone. Had grown weary of filling out dating profile after dating profile only to be rejected for oozing outside a rigid set of standards, and.
Why wait?
The last of the single girls was leaving him. Marrying the mortal love of her life and Steve didn't see a reason to show up to the wedding without a date, when he could build one for free.
Why leave it to fate when Steve had the power?
Steve shrugged. "Yeah, and perhaps not." He held open the lapel of his jacket, exposing the pocket Corncob lived in when they ran errands together. "Now are you coming or what."
The lizard sighed. Big and dramatic and so bratty that Steve almost regretted bringing him back to life.
‘Alright, have it your way,’ the lizard told him, ‘But I'm going to complain the entire time.’
--
Keith was insufferable and not just because he was a vengeance demon.
They had done business together countless times. Keith always came to Steve whenever he needed payment from a recently deceased customer and Steve kept Keith’s Cart of Mysteries in business by purchasing all of his stolen goods.
The guy had everything loaded into the back of his Dodge Neon; from enchanted rabbits feet to vials of blood from the holy lands, Steve's least favorite underwordling was the hottest ticket in Hawkins for any and everything Dark Arts.
And he was an asshole.
A stingy, self righteous asshole who just so happened to have exactly what Steve needed and of course was choosing tonight to be difficult.
On a full moon.
During the height of the witching hour.
"How do I know you won't break it?" Keith snatched the orb to his chest, eyebrows drawn in a grimace.
Steve so didn't have time for this shit. "What?" He was freezing, hugging his arms to his chest. "It's made of solid glass, you're telling me this thing is--"
"Yes. Thesula's are fragile. Practically shatter when placed in the wrong hands, and this is my only one 'til Tuesday, so." Keith polished the thing on the lapel of his jacket, just to be an even bigger dick. "How do I know you'll use it correctly?"
Steve blinked. "Because my incantation requires a--"
"Do you even know a Thesula's intended purpose?" Keith preened. "To retrieve souls from the veil. Any ol' soul you want or happen by and Thesula will call it fourth, no hidden fees and no take backs. Easy peasy."
Keith blew a raspberry and Steve? He wanted to scream. "Just sell it to me."
"Ask nicely."
"No." Steve concluded. Absolutely not. He gestured to the sky, eyebrows lifting in mock humor. "Kinda running on a clock, here, so--"
"What're you using it for?" Keith leaned against the trunk of his car.
"Like fuck I'm telling you."
The vengeance demon grinned. “If you want my orb bad enough you will."
And.
Shit.
Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Robin's getting married."
Keith immediately brightened. The two of them were friends, though Steve didn't really understand why. Vengeance demons could turn on you at the drop of a hat but he assumed the guy liked Robin's wit. Her spunk, maybe, and she was the spunkiest witch by far.
"Oh, Mazel Tov." Keith told him.
Steve held out his hand. "Yup, I'll pass along the message, so--"
Keith smirked. "Riddle me this." He tossed the Thesula in the air, catching it with a rough crack to his palm. "A satanic necromancer owns a morgue and comes downtown in search of a sprit orb. He finds one, thank his lucky stars, and discloses that his best friend is getting married."
"I don't uh." Steve was humiliated. "I don't think--"
"This warlock has a knack for raising the dead. Solving the inconvenient issue of mortality, the whole town knows it. Hell, the whole world knows it, I mean." Keith whistled, low and hard as he pocketed the orb again. "Guy's a big wig. But he has trouble with romance."
The vengeance demon stared at him. "What are you planning to do."
And Steve was desperate.
He sucked his teeth. "I'm building a--"
"You're building yourself a boyfriend." Keith said hysterically, like it was the funniest thing on Earth, and.
In a way it was.
He tossed the Thesula to Steve without warning, laughing harder when he nearly dropped it on the ground.
"Fuck," Steve winced. It was lighter than he had expected, glowing bright blue in the palm of his hand. "What's that mean?"
Keith looked away from packing his stuff, pushing the hair out of his eyes with another whistle.
"Means the God's are guiding you on your journey," the demon said casually.
Like the whole thing was casual.
Steve felt every bit like King Arthur as he fumbled for his wallet.
Keith stopped him. "Free of charge."
Which.
"Nice try," Steve chuckled. He fished a couple hundreds from his wallet, handing them over with a wink. "I'll be sure to credit you."
"Nah, no way." Keith pocketed the money with a vigorous shake of his head. "When your little boy toy goes wacko and eats half the town I don't want it getting out that I'm the one who made it happen."
Steve slid the orb into his pocket, forcing Corncob to shuffle in his perch. "Thanks again."
Keith waved dismissively, returning to the pile of garbage he was trying to fit in his trunk.
"Oh, and Steve!"
He turned around, confused.
Keith grinned. "Give him a smooch for me."
--
Steve had thought a lot about what he wanted in a boyfriend. Who he'd like to come home to after a long day and it was easy to envision the man he was going to create.
A being who was smart and strong, beautiful in the sense that it was insulting. Kind in a way that wasn't overt--sweet in a way that complimented himself and as he sat down to sketch an image Steve knew exactly what he was going for.
He made a point in outlining his desires.
Thought for hours about his intention--true love, someone to share his life with--and the orb glowed blue.
The Gods were smiling down on him and Steve tried not to let it go to his head as the the clock struck three. He situated himself in the embalming room. Lit candles, laid out his supplies for the evening and began.
On a metal slab he had fashioned a man made of clay.
The shape was vaguely human. Shorter than Steve but stockier around the middle--beefier.
Corncob chortled. ‘Twink.’
"Shut up," Steve mumbled. The lizard quieted instantly as Steve pressed the orb through the center of its chest, watching as the bluish hue lit the clay man from the inside. "His essence consume." Steve said.
Corncob swallowed, movement palpable in the thick air.
"Ready?"
As we'll ever be, I suppose.
Steve spoke in a loud, clear voice.
--
He awoke in bed. Sunlight streaming through the open window, birds singing--the whole nine yards. Steve tossed a pillow over his head and burrowed deeper under the covers because fuck this.
Fuck all of it, until--
Something was laying next to him in bed.
Something warm and solid, a thick wall of muscle shifting closer and closer still; "You are done sleeping, now?"
Steve peeked out from behind his pillowcase.
Blue eyes the color of high noon stared right back at him. Blonde ringlets spread across the bed tickled Steve's neck as his creation smiled, plush pink lips curving with secret warmth. His eyelashes practically touched Steve's from where they were pressed together, and. Holy shit.
Holy fuck, he was beautiful.
So beautiful it hurt, and.
The clay man pried the pillow from Steve's hands and sat up, his muscular shoulders catching the sunlight in a frilly of sculpted ridges. He blinked his pretty blue eyes, taking in the bedroom as he turned to watch Steve fall apart against the mattress.
Steve swallowed. "You. Um. Gorgeous. Very, um. Hot." Nice. Very smooth.
The man smiled, soft and sweet. "Thank you.”
Which.
Steve scrambled into a sitting position, back hitting the headboard with a painful Crack.
"You can talk?"
"I learned how, hearing your thoughts," The clay man said, blue eyes rolling to look at the ceiling. "You made me in your image."
Steve snorted. He gestured to the guy's whole thing; the muscles and the long blond hair and those pecks, Jesus Christ.
"No, um. I wish." Steve chuckled.
The clay man grinned wider at that, eyes sparkling like Steve was something special.
Something beautiful.
He sat on his knees, the silk blanket falling in a heap around him and--
"Holy shit, you're." Steve covered his eyes. "You're naked um. Do you--"
The man started climbing up the mattress.
Holy fuck.
Steve could feel the bounce of it, the jostling of his weight as he settled on Steve's thighs with a coo, and.
Holy--god, in heaven--
Steve was instantly hard when the man tugged at his wrists. When blondie pulled Steve's hands away to show his face.
Steve peeked at him through one eye. "Do you want some? Clothes, or."
The man was watching him. Just staring, eyes wide and cheeks pink as Steve tripped over himself to get a grip. He brushed his fingers over Steve's mouth softly. Pressing to make him stop, to shut him up.
"You are good." The man said.
"Huh?" Steve wished he had the vocabulary to understand this moment because it felt heavy.
Massive, as the Man's fingers moved to cup his jaw. To tilt his face toward the light.
His brow furrowed around the thought. He parted Steve's lips with his thumb, eyes glued to the tender pink muscle of Steve's tongue as he muttered, "Let me kiss you."
And.
Steve tried to speak around the finger in his mouth. "I don't--"
The man inhaled at the feeling of Steve's tongue sliding over the pad of his finger. He shushed him, hinging Steve's jaw open with more force than necessary.
Steve thought distantly that he liked it.
"Let me taste you." The man said.
Holy fuck.
Holy-- "I don't even know your name." Steve whimpered pathetically. Because it was important to him. That this creature, this man, had an identity.
A personhood.
The man frowned. "I am yours." He leaned forward to mouth at Steve's neck, as if to prove it.
He only succeeded in making Steve think with his dick.
"Right, but I could, uh." He moaned softly at the sweet drag of teeth against his throat. "I could be yours, too--"
"You are mine."
"Yeah, that's um. That's alright with me, no complaints here, it's just--" Lips on his chest. His stomach. His thighs. Steve couldn't think straight.
He yelped when the man licked at the cotton of his boxers.
Right over his cock, teeth hot and breath warm, and--
Steve pulled him up by his shoulders.
The man frowned, hurt flickering and cracking on his face like candle light. "Do you not want me to claim you?"
Holy fuck.
Steve swallowed. "No, I. God, I want." The man leaned in again, eyes hungry on Steve's mouth. He stopped him with a gentle hand to the chest. "I have to get through this part, okay? Will you. Could you listen to me for a moment?"
The man nodded, sitting back on his ankles to reveal a thick, pink head trapped between the skin of his legs.
Steve forced himself to press on.
"It's important to me that you have a name. Because you aren't mine." His face fell. Steve grasped at him, desperate. "I mean you are. We belong to each other. As equals. You can live here, with me, if that's what you want. And I can help you see the world. I don't own you. That's what I'm saying."
"Maybe I want to be owned."
And Steve hadn't expected that.
"You're ten hours old, you have a lot to learn." He swallowed thickly, ignoring the ache between his legs.
"Did you not create me so I could be of service?" The man asked.
And. "Yeah, so I wouldn't be alone."
It was pathetic, admitting it out loud. Steve felt tears swamp his vision--he bit his cheek to make them go away. "I wanted to prove that someone could love me. My friend's getting married and I didn't want to show up without a date, and." Steve looked up, into those pretty blue eyes and felt like the worst kind of person. "Shit, this was a bad idea. I was being selfish."
The man shook his head. "It is not selfish to crave love and companionship."
"I don't want to take advantage of you," Steve said thickly. "I never should have--"
"You do not have to worry about that." He leaned forward and placed a hand on Steve's chest. "Your heart is pure. Clean."
As if that explained it all. Steve watched him, tracking the movement of those eyes across his face.
"I was made in that image," The man concluded.
Steve hung his head.
It was true, what they said about him. Steve was power hungry, pathetic, clingy. The worst of the worst and add God Complex to that list; you could create a clone of the worst person alive. Steve wanted desperately to disappear as a gentle hand moved his face toward the light once more.
The man smiled. "You are kind and fair and good. Let me be yours. Please."
"It wouldn't be right."
"I am giving myself to you because I love you." Those lips said. Steve relished the sweet slide of skin over skin as the man climbed into his lap. "What will it take for you to give yourself to me?"
Steve sighed. Opened his mouth to accept gentle, sloppy kisses from a gentle creature.
Steve pulled away. "We could start with names? I'm Steve," He said, reaching out a hand. The man kissed his knuckles.
"Who should I be?"
Steve shrugged. "Anything you like."
He allowed himself to be lowered to the mattress. Allowed the man to suck and kiss at his neck until, with a breath as soft as summer air;
"You can call me Billy."
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I have said fuck being on anon my anon name is too long so henlo, it me, unstoppable object anon
anyways. scarian au where scar runs a bakery and grian runs a plant nursery across the street (don't ask why I thought plant nursery I just thought it would fit both of their s9 aesthetics?)
grian is welcomed into the neighborhood by scar baking up some goodies for him and leaving them on the doorstep in a little basket; grian is like "i must return this stranger's gift with my own" and places a little succulent pot next to scar's bakery door that evening while he closes up
3 days later a guy walks sheepishly into grian's shop with remnants of flour on him and he's like "hi I'm scar I run the bakery next door and uhm. thanks for the plant but unfortunately I don't have a green thumb and kinda...... killed it. It was really cute tho! I actually came in here to buy a new one, but this time can I have some instructions too?"
now, grian isn't smitten at first sight but- okay he's a little smitten at first sight. He gives scar another plant on the house but this time tells him how to take care of his plant
2 days later scar's back and is like ".... my cat Jellie knocked the plant off the windowsill... I was too late finding it..."
and at that point while grian is checking out scar's purchase the two of them chat and hey! they get along great!
anyways the pattern continues. every few days scar comes in sheepishly to get a new plant for like. two weeks straight. he even starts bringing pastries and cookies for grian. and it gets to the point that grian's like "bro. I'm about to have to cut you off, you're running my small plant collection dry!"
well. grian gets very surprised when a few days later he decides to actually visit scar's bakery and finds that hey wait a minute... all the windows are lined with grian's plants. not a single one of them had been killed!
turns out scar had actually accidentally killed the first one, but after meeting grian he started crushing a little and also decided some plants would make the bakery interior look nice, so he kept coming back. which.. would explain some of scar's excuses ("well, a toddler poured lemon juice into the pot and the poor thing just couldn't handle it" and "turns out putting one on your beside table right by the alarm clock isn't the best choice of placement" suddenly made a lot more sense as nervous fibs than truths)
anyways after grian "confronts" scar about it they start hanging out more and the pining is just. too much. way too much!
it takes like, four of their friends coming together to get the two of them to finally get together ladsgh
but they have a happy ending, becoming known as the couple that run two separate shops across the street from one another <3
SQUISH FINALLY OFF OF ANON LETS GOOOOOO
This is sooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Scar pretending to kill his plants so he can have an excuse to see Grian more.... classic and cherished i love the pining here this is delicious
ALSO THE IDEA THAT THEY JUST HAVE THEIR SHOPS ACROSS THE STREET FROM EACH OTHER like i know the typical endgame concept for these aus is that they combine them into one shop but i honestly LOVE the idea of the shops still remaining separate??? Like just imagine Grian getting on break and running across the street just to bustle into the bakery and flirt with Scar behind the counter >:] or Scar walking into the plant nursery to hand Grian a pastry and kiss him on the cheek because he forgot breakfast??? This whole concept is so sweet and cute and i am eating it up rn thank you so so much
#scarian#hermitcraft#asks#i have this super clear image in my head of like. that golden sunset glow highlighting their shops and its SO cute#WAUGHHHH#scarian fluff: the concept#this is adorable i love the ultra pining#txt#edit: im eepy and havent had breakfast somehow i forgot my talking tag#shouting speaks
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Dec. 1st: Introducing Christmas Traditions
Hello, my beautiful friends! It's been a while since I've posted and to help combat some of my writer's block...I am going to *try* and participate in @comp-lady's December Writing Challenge!
Day #1: Blanket Fort/Cooking Together
Warnings: Swearing (I think that is it, if there's something else, please let me know and I'll change it!)
Word Count: 1.8k+ Words
Pairing: Eddie x AFAB!Reader
"Do we really need to buy all of these random snacks for our movie night?" Eddie asked as he looked at the cart filling up before his eyes.
"Yes, I promise you these snacks are vital to the night going well."
"Princess," Eddie mumbled, looking at the girl whom he has been pining after for the last three years. "We don't need to spend all of this money to have a good time. We could order a pizza and split a six-pack like we normally do and I'd still have the best night of my life."
"You don't understand," Y/n said, finally meeting Eddie's eyes. "This is essential. Please just let me do this."
"Okay," Eddie reluctantly agreed. He could see her eyes pleading for him to just let it go. For the next half hour, Y/n and Eddie walked around the store filling the cart before hitting the checkout.
Once Y/n and Eddie made it back to the trailer, Y/n got to work unloading the groceries. "Eddie," She yelled from the kitchen.
"What is it, sweets?"
"I need to ask one more favor from you," Y/n mumbled, looking up at Eddie with what she hoped were puppy-dog eyes.
"Oh no," Eddie joked before looking at Y/n.
"It's nothing crazy, Eds! I just need you to run to Family Video, I forgot to grab the movie but it's already put on hold under my name. Steve or Robin can grab it for you, I'm pretty sure I paid for it too!"
"Why are we not just watching what we already have here?"
"We are not going to sit around and watch those slasher films for the 100th time. This is important, please?"
"Okay," Eddie sighed, before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her and mumbling into her hair. "Yeah, I'll go to Family Video, are you coming with me?"
"No, I have to do a few more things around here to get ready," She responded ominously before pushing Eddie out the door, his shoes in his hands.
As soon as Eddie was out of the trailer, Y/n got to work pre-heating the oven and opening the premade cookie dough to place on a cookie sheet. If there was one thing she noticed after being friends with Eddie for the last three years and longing for more than friendship for the last two, Eddie deserved to be showered with love. He deserved to be showered with love and kindness, especially during the coming holidays, in a way that Wayne could not provide him with. Y/n loved Wayne. He was always so kind and welcoming to her every time she was over but there was no denying that he could not give Eddie everything (even though he tried). Y/n wanted to help change that.
The week before, Y/n had hidden some Christmas lights and three Christmas mugs (that she was going to gift to her favorite Munson men) in a box behind the trailer. As soon as the cookies went into the oven, Y/n grabbed the lights and got to work. The worn couch that Wayne often slept on became the inspiration behind Y/n's plan. She grabbed the kitchen chairs, bringing them into the living room, and then grabbed two king-sized blankets from the linen closet in the hallway. After draping the blankets across the chairs and up to the couch while sitting on the floor. The lights illuminated the blanket shelter but opened up at the front so they could see they would be able to see the TV. It was a perfect oasis. Once Y/n was content with the fort, she moved on to the last part of her plan. Hot Cocoa. Once the pot was placed on the stovetop, Y/n grabbed the heavy cream and chocolate bar and started to slowly melt the two together. As the cocoa started to come to a boil, she heard the undeniable sound of Eddie’s van pulling up into the drive.
“Babe, why did you reserve Miracle on 34th Street it’s barely even the Christmas--“
“Surprise,” Y/n whispered as she watched Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise.
"What is all of this?"
“It most definitely is the Christmas season and I wanted to start the festivities with you,” Y/n said before smiling. “Wait, there’s one more thing!”
She rushed into the kitchen, taking the cookies out of the oven and grabbing the mugs for cocoa. “If I’m overstepping, please let me know,” She whispered, unsure of what to do with Eddie’s silence.
“What? No, Y/n. What? This is incredible. You made hot cocoa too? Cookies!?” He could not believe it.
“I figured since it’s December 1st, there is no better time to introduce you to my favorite holiday tradition than now. We skipped most of our movie nights last December and I respected that but I don’t want to do that again this year. If you and Wayne will have me, I want to make this your most Christmassy Christmas yet!”
“I would love that,” Eddie said as he smiled at the girl across the room from him. “Can I try some of that cocoa with those cookies now?”
"Of course you can!"
After settling in with a few cookies and their mugs of cocoa, Y/n led Eddie into the living room to show him the fort. “Get settled in there and I’ll put the movie in,” She said, smiling up at the curly-headed boy. Her excitement coming off in waves.
As they settled under the fort and opening credits began to play, Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms. “Thank you for this,” He mumbled into her hair.
“Of course Eddie,” Y/n responded, squeezing him tight. “You deserve all the good things.”
“No, Y/n. I mean it. Thank you,” He said as he pulled away to look at her. “No one has ever cared about me this much or done anything this thoughtful for me. You’re my favorite person in the world.”
“Eds, I mean it. You deserve all the great things this world has to offer. I’m sorry you’ve been dealt such a shitty hand but this,” She said, releasing her hands from around his waist to gesture to the twinkly lights surrounding them. “Is small in comparison to what you deserve.”
Eddie looked around, his eyes becoming watery at the gesture. “You’d do almost anything for the people you love, huh?”
“No, but I would do almost anything for you.”
“Baby,” Eddie whispered, turning to look at the girl beside him. He could not believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying-“
“I love--“
“No, you don’t get to say it to me first,” Eddie said, putting his finger to her lips. “I’ve loved you since your first day at school. I was willing to accept whatever you wanted to give me because our friendship is the most important thing to me. But I can’t settle for just friends anymore. Not when you make it so easy to love you with your giant ass heart and your life-changing hot cocoa.”
Y/n giggled, tears forming in her eyes. “Eddie, I’ve loved you forever too. God, knows I have. I’m pretty sure Wayne and Nancy have a bet going over which one of us was going to cave first.”
“I hope it was Wayne,” Eddie mumbled.
“It was definitely Nancy, Wayne thought you’d chicken out,” Y/n laughed as she hugged Eddie again.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered, releasing his hold on her.
“What?” Y/n questioned as she looked at the brown-eyed boy before her.
“I need to kiss you, okay?” Eddie said, his hands coming up to hold her cheeks. “I think I need to kiss you more than I need to breathe.”
“Well I’d hate to see you go,” Y/n giggled, her hands wrapping around his wrists. “Kiss me then, Munson.”
Eddie wasted no time in bringing his mouth to hers. Y/n could sense the urgency in the kiss, it felt as though every wasted moment up until this point, was trying to erupt between the pair. Y/n groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for access. Y/n reached up, grabbing Eddie’s curls to tug him closer to her as their tongues began to explore each other. Too engrossed in learning each other, they did not hear Wayne walk in. As he slammed the door behind him, Eddie and Y/n broke apart, before looking up at Wayne sheepishly from underneath the fort.
“Well it’s about damn time,” Wayne grumbled. “Sweetheart, who said it first?”
“Uh, Eddie cut me off so he could say it first,” Y/n said, her cheeks turning pink.
“Damn it, I guess I owe Nancy $10.”
“I can’t believe you bet against me, old man!”
“I can, my love,” Y/n said, before kissing Eddie’s cheek. “Wayne, can I heat you up some cocoa? I brought a mug special for you!”
“Now what kind of man would I be to say no to that?” Wayne asked.
Y/n got up before winking at a blushing Eddie. “Would you like to watch Miracle on 34th Street with us too? We just started the movie, I don’t think you’ve missed much?”
“That’s okay sweetheart. I appreciate the offer but I’ll probably leave you lovebirds to it. I’m going to get a drink or two with some guys at work. Can you make sure the couch is ready for me when I get back?”
“Absolutely,” Eddie said, finally speaking up.
“I’ll take this with me for the road,” Wayne said, grabbing his new Christmas mug and pressing a kiss to Y/n’s head. “I love the mug, I can’t wait to add it to the collection.”
“I’m glad you like it. We will make sure the living room is cleaned up by the time you get back,” Y/n assured Wayne before he nodded and left the trailer.
“Finally he’s gone,” Eddie grumbled, pulling Y/n down on top of him. “Does this mean you’re finally my girl?”
“I don’t know, are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now, Eddie?”
“Yeah, will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?”
“I’d love nothing more,” Y/n mumbled before leaning forward to press her lips against Eddie’s. Before she could let Eddie take it any further, she jumped up. “You’re on clean-up duty! I’ll be waiting for you in your room whenever you’re done. I love you, Eds!”
Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look up at the girl who made a pillow fort for him. “I bet I can finish this in less than two minutes!”
“Hah, that’s what she said!” Y/n yelled from the bedroom before laughing maniacally.
“Keep talking your shit, baby,” Eddie grumbled, running around the living room of the trailer.
A/N: I know it's been a minute since I've written anything so I welcome any positive advice or critique! Any negative or hateful responses will be blocked because I do not have to put up with hateful or mean people. <3
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hey tag games are back! thanks for tagging me friends, Nosho @creepkinginc , Ling @lingy910y , Kat @mybrainismelted , Krystal @krystallouwho , and Jess @jrooc
Name: meagan
Age: thirty-four
Favorite color: today it’s baby blue like the shirt my guy is wearing and his pretty eyes
What emoji best describes your current mood? 😴🥱 capital F fatigued
What season is it where you are right now? fall
Were you up before or after the sun this morning? we woke up together but that is a RARE occurrence
Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? nope, i’m gonna gone for halloween
Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? i like carving, never tried painting one
Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? the lattes are not good anymore imo, they fucked with the syrup or something. i like pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and pumpkin bread and pie though.
What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? summer, mixed berries
We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? no clue. 🤷♀️ ziti, pasta salad, charcuterie?
It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? irish breakfast tea or a latte
Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? nope! i haven’t dressed up for halloween since like 2008?
Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? i finished my drabble series even though i didn’t want to. also i got good feedback in my yoga teacher training last week 🥰
i think a lot of people have done this or have been tagged so ya know, ignore me if i missed yours and also do this if you haven’t and i didn’t tag you. @sam-loves-seb @m4ndysk4nkovich @flamingbluepanda @pilwsy @swiftfootedachilles
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Church Encounters Chapter 21
Hey guys! @barbiewritesstuff and I are back with another installment of Church Encounters! Sorry this one took a minute, work has been busy for both of us recently. We hope you like it!
You can see the posted chapter on my masterlist or you can read the story on Ao3. @barbiewritesstuff made our beautiful moodboard today, thanks bestie!
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“Right. So, I was thinking we could do one last retreat weekend thing so we can say goodbye to Jake and wish him well in this new and exciting season of life,” Father Daniel said, leaning across the dining table chair with a grin.
The meeting had been going on for the past two hours. As the last meeting before Thanksgiving and Christmas and before Jake was finally set to step down as youth minister, they had all decided to make it a little less formal than the usual affair. Instead of meeting at the church, they had all come to yours to sit round the dining room table and discuss things over coffee, cake, and cookies.
“Guys, it’s not -- you don’t have to,” Jake said, feeling bashful, a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks.
“No, we have to celebrate properly! You’ve been a youth minister for about what? Six, seven years? That’s the longest tenure I’ve seen so far. I think,” Father Dan replied, bending down to get something from his backpack, “I think it warrants a jumper,” he said, holding up a bubblegum pink hoodie that matched all of Jake’s counsellor of the year shirts. In barely legible grey letters, whoever had designed the monstrosity had written “We will miss you!” in big bubbly letters slightly bent above the circular logo of the church and got all the children to sign it in markers of differing visibility. Mike Watts had written his name in pure white, making it the only properly distinguishable name of the lot.
“That is possibly the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jake said tearfully. He removed the hoodie he had already been wearing and immediately put on the new one, scrunching his nose at the slightly off smell of new clothes, permanent marker and plastic bags.
“Well, don’t you look…visible,” you teased, entering the room from behind Jake, bringing a tray of white chocolate and cranberry cookies and a large pot of coffee. You had largely gotten over the coffee aversion by now, your body preparing itself for the gallons you would drink -- and no doubt need -- as soon as you gave birth. Your due date was in little over a month and you felt ready to pop.
“It looks good,” you said, rolling the material of the hood in your fingers. It felt soft and fluffy, and despite the painfully pink colour of the garment, it genuinely looked quite good.
“Lying is a sin, Y/n,” Father Dan laughed.
“No I mean it, it’s not that bad once your eyes adjust,” you replied.
“It’s giving ‘graphic design is my passion’ vibes,” Matt giggled.
“I will have you all know that it is purposefully bad,” Daniel chuckled, “So don’t feel bad for roasting it.”
“It’s…an acquired taste,” Bob said, “But it really makes your eyes pop, buddy.”
“Shut up, you’re just jealous because the kids love me,” Jake said, a smug smile on his face.
Bob let out a huff before responding, “I was counsellor of the year this year!”
“Only because you can’t get elected four times in a row!” Jake laughed, “Face it buddy, you’re the consolation prize,” he said, shooting his friend a wink.
“Not what your sister said,” Bob mumbled.
“How does that even make sense as a comeback?” Jake retorted, “You’re an idiot.”
“No, you are,” Bob bit back.
“Bob, we can’t be friends if this is the best you can come up with. Also, as this parish’s spiritual leader, I am going to have to strip you of your ‘counsellor of the year’ shirt,” Father Dan said with a laugh.
“What?! You can’t do that!” Bob exclaimed, his eyes growing wide behind his glasses.
“I sure can,” Dan replied, a mischievous smile on his face.
“On what grounds?” Bob asked, sounding outraged.
Jake cut in, his voice filled with laughter, “Crappy comeback grounds!”
“Okay!” Matt shouted above the noise, “Guys, I have to go home. Mrs. Seresin, thank you very much for the coffee and the cake and everything,” he said, turning to you with a nod, “Jake sorry to see you go, but I’m happy I now have a chance to wipe the floor with Bob’s ass when we play Mario,” he said before walking off towards the front door.
“You not going to say goodbye to us?” Bob asked.
“I see y’all too often!” Matt laughed, “I called my cat Freddie this morning!”
“Freddie and Matthew sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Bob singsonged after him.
“Goodbye!” Matthew shouted from the doorstep
“And I’m the annoying one in the family?” you asked Bob.
“Shut up,” he replied, his ears turning red.
“Right, okay your comebacks are just getting worse. I’m going home,” Freddie said, exiting his seat and leaving too after a few calmer goodbyes.
“I’m staying for a bit,” Father Dan said once it was just Jake, Bob and him round the table. Both you and Bob got the message loud and clear and moved towards the kitchen to do the dishes.
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“You okay?” Father Dan asked him, once you and Bob were out of ear shot.
“Do we have to do the retreat?” Jake asked, “Can’t we just do it here?”
“What’s bothering you?” Dan asked.
Jake sighed but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his head to stare at the ceiling, hoping that avoiding Daniel’s gaze would keep him from crying, “I just -- I’d like to avoid…water,” he eventually said.
“Ah,” Daniel responded, “Jake, are you seeing someone?” he asked after a pause.
“What?!” Jake exclaimed, suddenly looking at Dan, offended that he would even think he might be cheating and thoroughly confused about what it had to do with anything.
Dan let out a little chuckle before clarifying, “A therapist, Jake. Are you seeing a therapist?”
“Oh. Yeah. About twice a week,” Jake admitted, “I’m not sure I like him though,” he said, looking down to his shoes.
“I don’t want to overstep, but I made a couple of calls so I didn’t start this conversation without having anything that could help,” Father Daniel said, pulling his backpack onto his knees and rummaging through it. He pulled out a little black notebook and opened it where his bookmark poked out. On that page, a neat list of names and phone numbers had been written in dark blue ink, “These are some PTSD specialised therapists I have been recommended to give you. They’ve all got great reviews and friends who have needed them say they know what they’re doing. I figured you might want to take a look at them.”
“How did you know?” Jake asked.
“You kind of … shut down when we mention certain things…” Daniel sighed. Jake nodded, grateful he hadn’t elaborated, he saw the flashbacks enough during the night, no need to relive them during the day too.
“I’ll call them, thank you,” he said.
Dan’s eyes shot to the kitchen before he asked, “Does Y/n know?”
Jake shrugged, “Some of it, but I don’t want to worry her unnecessarily. Not with the baby’s arrival getting closer.”
“So you’re going to wait till you’re sleep deprived and with a crying newborn?” He regarded Jake with a raised eyebrow, concern written on his face.
“Not my best idea… but it’s a tough situation. I have to think about what’s best for everyone,” Jake said, “I can’t just think of myself anymore. I have Y/n to think of and the kid, I can’t just do the easy thing. I have responsibilities,” he sighed, “Can’t just leave people hanging and save myself.”
“Would you want to?” Daniel asked.
“Fuck no,” Jake replied, the thought of hanging you out to dry made his heart clench uncomfortably in his chest.
“Language,” Father Dan chided, an amused smile on his face, “I know the saying is swearing like a sailor but you don’t need to personify it.”
“Oh dear, of course not, my dearest friend,” Jake replied in a mock English accent.
Daniel rolled his eyes, “I’m just saying, you have a month to stop.”
“Dude, it’s swearing, not cigarettes. It’ll be fine,” Jake laughed and then grew serious once more, “No. I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m happy, I like this. In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d get to have all of this, so I’m trying to do a good job, I don’t want to mess it all up.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” Daniel winked. He clapped his hands against his thighs and stood up, “I’m going to go back, I think. I have a homily to practice,” he said and Jake nodded.
Father Daniel moved to the kitchen, crossing Bob in the hallway as he dried his hands. He bid him goodbye and went looking for you. He eventually found you in the laundry room, loading the last basket of baby clothes into the washer.
These last few months, Jake had been on laundry duty. The washer was a top load and with your ever expanding belly and the rather large basket, putting things in had been difficult. Removing things had been nigh on impossible. This was your first time using it in weeks, but with Jake occupied in the dining room, you decided not to disturb him.
“Need help?” Daniel said, startling you badly enough that the wireless earbud you had put on to listen to your podcast fell to the ground.
“No, it’s okay,” you laughed, “I’ll ask Jake. You scared me,”
“I didn’t mean to,” he smiled, “I wanted to say thank you for this afternoon. It was nice to be able to do it here, and the cake and cookies were amazing. I need you to give me that recipe,” he said.
“It’s our pleasure, thank you for coming,” you replied, taking a few steps forward, reaching for the door. Father Dan backed away and you both made your way back down the corridor and back to the kitchen. He touched your arm just before you spilled back in and held you back.
“Look, I just wanted to make sure things were okay with you. That you were happy,” he said.
“Everything’s fine,” you smiled, rubbing a hand over your stomach, a muscle spasm causing you a bit of discomfort.
“I know talking about these things is hard sometimes, but if you’re ever feeling shy about telling Jake anything, I’m happy to work as a go-between,” he offered.
“I’m not sure I understand,” you said.
“That because I am doing a spectacularly bad job of telling you things, maybe don’t use me as a go-between,” he joked, “What I’m trying to say is that we are both aware of how we as Christians see the family and how it’s meant to run. I know you and Jake are fairly traditional people and I know Jake would never abuse his power in any way, but I want you to know that if you ever feel shy or uncertain about certain things, I will happily help in any way I can.”
“Oh,” you said, “No, you don’t need to worry. Jake is very considerate, and he always makes sure I’m okay with decisions he takes. He wants what’s best for all of us, and I trust his judgement completely. I do appreciate it, though. We’re all very lucky to have you as head of our church.”
“Stop, you’re making me blush,” he chuckled, “I’m just doing my job, nothing special,” he added, looking at his shoes, “One last thing. Jake’s going through a lot right now. I know you know he is, but -- just … don’t forget to help him sometimes. I know you’ll be busy but make sure he doesn’t get too overwhelmed. I want him to enjoy this next season too.”
“You don’t think he will?” you asked.
“I think he will,” Father Dan reassured, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder, “I also think with what he’s just lived through, that things might be difficult for him. Less sleep, more stress. He just needs more support than he wants to ask for or admit to needing.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” you replied. He grabbed your hand and squeezed and looking to change the subject, he said, “So, how about that recipe?”
You chuckled, moving through to the kitchen. You looked through drawers and cupboards until you found your recipe book. While your coffee tolerance was back to normal, pregnancy brain was still in full force and keeping track of things was an impossible task. You fished the card for your chocolate cake out and then for your cookies and handed them both to Father Dan.
He thanked you and bid you goodbye, walking out of your house a few moments later, leaving you with Jake in a quiet house for the first time in a while.
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The silence was short lived. As soon as Maria came home from her day out running errands, she joined you in the kitchen to start on Thanksgiving dinner. It was only Wednesday, but with you being easily tired and heavily pregnant, you preferred doing as much as possible in advance.
Tonight, you were starting on the green bean casserole, and pies. You had prepared the turkey to brine the day before so it would be ready for Thanksgiving day. This would leave you with the turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes, and corn to do on the day.
You sliced the apples with precision, keeping them all the same thickness so that the pie would cook evenly as Maria prepared the pecans for the pie. Your eyes widened when you noticed that what she had essentially made was pecan dust, the small chunks you had seen earlier were gone under the hand chopper Maria had plucked from your cabinet.
You reached out a hand, grabbing her own in yours, the action causing your belly to twinge again. Your action seemed to startle her, and she turned to look at you with wide eyes.
“Are you okay?” you asked, searching her face for any sign that something was wrong.
“I…um…yeah, I’m fine,” she said, an unconvincing smile coming over her face.
You regarded her a moment longer before letting her hand go, “Maybe you should take a break for a minute, I can chop the pecans once I’m done with these apples.”
“I can do it, Y/n,” she insisted as she lifted the chopper up revealing the finely powdered pecans underneath.
You looked between her and the powder on the cutting board before replying, “I think you need to take a break.”
Maria slumped down in the chair beside you, her head resting on her crossed arms as she watched you continue to slice the apples. You glanced over at her from time to time, wondering when she would tell you what was going on, but not wanting to push too much.
Just as you thought she was going to share what was on her mind, Jake and Bob appeared in the kitchen.
“Hey honey?” Jake asked, glancing around the messy counter that you were using as a workspace.
“Yes my love,” you said to him, not looking up from the apples you were almost finished with.
There was a pause before, “What do we have to eat?”
You let out a laugh as you looked up at him, “There is some leftover stew in the fridge, or you can order pizza.”
Jake opened the fridge and pulled out the container you had packed away a few nights ago. He made portions for himself and Bob before they wandered back out into the living room as you and Maria continued your standoff at the kitchen counter.
She rolled her eyes, “He is so helpless.”
You let out a laugh, “He isn’t helpless, he just knows its better to ask the pregnant lady before you go eating her leftovers.”
Maria didn’t laugh with you at your statement, and her face seemed to pale at the thought.
“What’s the matter?” you pressed again as you stood up to move the apples from the bowl you had placed them in into the pie pan that was on the counter.
“I…um…” she started, taking a deep breath before coming to stand by you, “I need to talk to you about something.”
You looked at her, confused, “You can talk to me about anything, we are sisters, maybe not by blood, but I would never treat you any different than Annie or Audrey,” you reassured her, “So tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help?”
“I don’t think you can help,” she said, her eyes not quite meeting yours.
“Well you won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you insisted as you sealed the top of the pie with its crust.
Maria leaned in close to you, removing the pie pan from your hands, her voice a whisper as she said, “I…um…I’m pregnant.”
You stared at her with shock, “Are you sure?” you questioned quickly.
“Pretty sure,” she said, “I did a test.”
“How many tests? Sometimes they’re wrong,” you explained quickly, rubbing a hand over the tight spot in your stomach.
“Three,” she replied. When she looked up at you there were tears in her eyes. You took one of her hands into your own, squeezing it gently.
“Hey, it’s going to be alright,” you reassured her, bringing her hand up to eye level, you rubbed a finger over the ring on her finger, “You and Bob are getting married. He won’t care when the baby is born, as long as he or she is healthy and so are you. God has a plan, we can’t pretend to know it, but He thinks that it’s your time for a lil’ nugget.”
She just nodded, so you pulled her into a hug. Trying to stay calm and quiet so that you didn’t risk telling the boys what was transpiring right under their noses.
Finally Maria spoke, her breaths coming in gasps, “I know, I went to church. Not our church, a different one. I prayed, and I cried, and I just…I feel like I’ve disappointed Him. What if Bob isn’t ready? What if we aren’t ready?”
“You can’t doubt Him, you can only have faith that he has you on the path you are meant to walk,” you said, rubbing her back, trying not to let the now searing pain at your side pull your attention from your words, “Have you seen Bob with Beau’s kids? With the youth ministry group? He is wonderful with them, and you are going to make terrific parents, I have no doubt in my mind.”
Maria pulled you to her, her arms tight around your midsection. Suddenly a warm feeling spread down your legs and you let out a gasp. Looking down, your pants were soaked through with water.
“Oh no,” you said, a now stabbing pain shooting through your back, “Jake!”
The tone of your voice must have alerted him that something was not right, because two seconds later he was standing in the kitchen, the half eaten bowl of stew in his hand. With one look at you, and your now soaked through sweatpants, his mouth fell open, “That…I…It’s not time,” he said, his voice low.
You bent over, your back flaring with another contraction, your face contorting in pain, “It is time!” you said through gritted teeth, “Get my bag,” you managed to stutter out as the wave of pain slowly dissipated. You grabbed onto Maria’s arm to keep yourself upright as Jake flew up the stairs and into your bedroom to fetch the go-bag.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Maria whispered to you, tears rolling down her cheeks, her face pale, “I’m so sorry, Y/n, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” you tried to tell her, the pain now almost gone. Time was limited, however, and you knew another contraction was soon to come, “Maria, listen to me. This is not your fault, I have been feeling funny all day, it’s not your fault,” you said but she didn’t seem to listen.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated again but when you opened your mouth to reply, Bob appeared at the door.
“What’s going on?” he asked, stepping into the puddle your waters had made, “Fucking shit,” he swore.
“LANGUAGE,” Jake shouted from the first floor, and you rolled your eyes. You had barely finished when a pressure travelled from your back to the front of your lower abdomen. The first one had been painful but for this one, it felt like your body had turned up the dial. Your knees buckled and you almost fell, the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground being one of Bob’s strong arms keeping you upright.
“Hurry up Jake!” he shouted. Seconds later, he was answered by the sound of Jake barreling down the stairs.
“Let’s get you in the car,” Jake said, handing the bag over to Bob and guiding you out of the door and into the driveway.
Bob had run out of the door as soon as the go-bag had been placed in his hands and by the time you waddled out, bent over due to the lengthening contractions, he had already opened the back doors of his Astra and shoved your bag in the boot.
“Get in,” he said, jumping into the driver’s seat, “Angel, can you call Dad and tell him to get his ass over to Jake’s house. There’s a casserole in the oven and we left the door unlocked,” he said, swinging one hand over Maria’s head and the headrest behind her to back out of your driveway, sending gravel flying everywhere as he spoke. She nodded quickly, fishing her phone out of her pocket and pressing the Admiral’s number.
She tried to explain as best she could, but halfway through, you cut her off with a wail as the worst contraction yet washed over you. Adrenaline flooded your body, making you shake and shiver as you held onto Jake’s hand.
“Try to breathe baby,” he said, desperately trying to be helpful and failing miserably. Keeping that in mind, you attempted to keep the intensity of the glare down, but the feeling of building pressure made anything but crying out in pain very difficult.
Seeing as gently asking you to stay calm wasn’t working, Jake tried a different approach, “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee, Blessed art Thou amongst women, and Blessed is the fruit of Thy womb Jesus,” he said, picturing a rosary in his mind so as to not lose count, “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee, Blessed art Thou amongst women, and Blessed is the fruit of Thy womb Jesus,” he repeated, “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen,” he continued, your broken voice now joining in.
You took a couple of deep breaths, and shifted in your seat. Sitting down was uncomfortable at best, but you found a little relief when you leaned slightly across the bench, lifting one leg to rest over Jake’s own. He placed one of his hands against your thighs and squeezed ever so gently, so careful not to hurt you.
“Hail Mary,” you both kept going, Maria and Bob soon joining in simultaneously to finish the first decade. By the time you were done, Bob had parked into the A&E parking lot. Always-late Bob had somehow managed to drive a forty five minute journey in about twenty minutes. When you got out of the car, you could have sworn the tires were smoking.
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“Ten centimetres, we’ll be able to start pushing now,” the nurse smiled, finishing her exam.
She was nice, barely older than you. Her face was round and the corners of her eyes already showed some smile lines. Despite the fact that she had been nothing but respectful of your choices and incredibly kind in the face of your panic, you still felt strange and wanted nothing more than to clamp your legs shut and tell the baby to deal with things themselves, your pain addled brain thought.
You breathed in the nitrous oxide and the pain diminished, the fog cleared in your head and you managed to nod at her. She gently patted your shin, “It’ll be okay, darling,” she said and you managed a nod again, “Grab on to hubby’s hand,” she told you. Jake, who had not left your side since the moment you had gone into labour, stuck out his hand for you. You grabbed it and he gave you a reassuring smile and a wink.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice soft and genuine
“I’m sweaty and gross,” you replied. Your hair was stuck to your forehead, sweat pearling above your lip, your hands were moist and you had never been more uncomfortable, and yet, for some reason, you had never felt more at peace in your life. Despite the panic, and adrenaline making you want to run a mile in under a second flat, this felt like something you were meant to do, like you were on the brink of fulfilling a lifelong dream.
“I never said you weren’t,” Jake smiled, “I said you were beautiful.”
“Ma’am?” the nurse called your attention back to her, “On your next contraction, you’ll feel the urge to push, don’t hold back,” she said. You got into position, turning around to squat at the side of the bed, one hand tangling in the sheets to get a decent grip. As soon as the next wave washed over you, you pushed, your face grimacing in effort.
“That’s it, great job!” the nurse praised, “You’re doing wonderful,”
The contraction went and you breathed in deeply, concentrating on preparing yourself for the next one and trying to think positive thoughts, a few images of your soon-to-be-there baby lying in your arms.
“I can see them crowning!” the nurse said after four more contractions came and went. She smiled at you and squeezed your leg. You braced yourself for another push and when it was time, you gave one last hard push and felt a strange sensation before a strangled cry filled the room. The nurse held the baby in her arms before swaddling them in a white towel and giving them to Jake.
“It’s a little girl,” she said.
You and Jake shared a confused look. He moved to hand you the baby, but the nurse stopped him, placing a hand on his arm.
“Keep her for the moment, the next one will be here soon,” she said gently.
“I beg your pardon?” you asked, certain you had misheard.
“The second twin…” she said, then turning white as a sheet, she asked, “You do know you’re having twins, right?”
“Absolutely, that’s why we’re acting so surprised,” you snarked, the midwife laughed as you clapped a hand over your mouth, “I am so sorry, I’m not usually this rude. I am so sorry,” you apologised, genuinely ashamed of your reactions.
“No worries, I can’t guarantee I would have been polite had I been in your spot for my first,” she smiled, “This is a nice reaction too, usually we get cussed out during childbirth. I got bit last week,” she shrugged. You made a mental note of sending her a gift basket as soon as you were able to.
You briefly turned your thoughts to Audrey and her shifts at the maternity ward of her own hospital but they were interrupted by another contraction. Despite having laboured for nigh on twelve hours and having given birth to a baby already, you hadn’t yet gotten used to contractions, and honestly you didn’t think you ever would. Luckily, this baby, passing in the wake of their sister, came into the world rather quickly. After ten more minutes of pushing a little boy came into the world, screaming louder and harder than you thought a newborn ever could, his little voice high and shrill. He calmed down as soon as the nurse placed him in your arms.
With great difficulty, you laid down on the bed and pulled the covers over your legs. Cradling your baby boy in your arms while Jake held your little girl. Ripping your gaze away from your baby, you reached over to gently caress his twin’s red cheek.
“They look just like you,” Jake whispered, running a finger from her forehead to the tip of her nose, her little eyes flew open as she, with her blurry vision tried to see who had disturbed her peaceful snoozing, “She looks like a Charlotte,” he said, still speaking quietly, an enamoured smile plastered on his face. You stretched your legs and placed Christopher on your lap, holding his little neck stable with one hand.
“I think he’s a Christopher,” you said, turning your attention back to the little boy. He looked around at the room, his gaze settling on your smiling face every few minutes, giving what you thought was a small smile back.
“Hi,” you cooed, “Hi, my name’s Mama,” you said, caressing his little cheek.
“I’m Daddy,” Jake added, putting Charlotte right next to Christopher, “Welcome to the family.”
“Jacob,” you whispered, “How do we tell everyone?”
He chuckled, “How about we don’t? We surprise them when they come in?”
“Uh huh,” you agreed, not having listened to a word he had said, as he spoke, both babies simultaneously yawned and you were sure your heart had melted.
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Once your sweet babies were checked by the doctor and cleaned, you watched as the nurse placed their hospital bracelets on their ankles. As they slept, your eyes drifted closed against your fighting, your body was exhausted from the long hours of labouring, but you didn’t want to sleep and risk this all being a dream.
Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead as your head bobbed again, “Sleep, I promise they will be here when you wake up.”
“You’re just saying that so you can keep them all to yourself,” you joked, a sleepy smile forming on your lips.
“Absolutely I am,” he said, the rest of his reply dying on his lips as your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep. He placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ into your skin before making his way to the large, clear plastic crib they had placed the babies in. He placed one of his hands on each of the babies, savouring the feeling of their tiny beating hearts.
Tears threatened to fall as he opened his mouth and whispered, “Lord Jesus Christ, give Your light to my children. I entrust them to You. You gave them to me, but I am weak and unable to guide them, so, please, illuminate them. Amen.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket with a text from Cyclone, “Everything okay? Can we call?”
“All good, delivery went well. She’s sleeping. My parents are getting here in 1h, meet up at hospital?” he replied, too shy to ask if they could bring food.
Maria and Bob had been God sent during your labour. They had called, messaged and arranged flights for the entire Seresin clan and kept the dagger squad and the Simpsons up to date so that you wouldn’t be disturbed. They had even supplied him with a steady stream of coffee and bowls of ice chips for you.
They had briefly gone home for a nap and a shower, but now, as evidenced by a “On our way to the airport!” from Bob, they had left home to pick up his parents, the rest of his siblings having had to book later flights due to a shortage of seats. It was a miracle they would even be there so soon, Jake thought, considering his parents had just turned up and bought tickets at the gate.
Jake had never felt this happy. He knelt down in front of the crib, intent on praying again, but for the first time in his life, he couldn’t find the words to express how truly grateful he was. He had never believed he would ever get to have the life he had now, that he was undeserving of the love and opportunities he had been presented, and while he still agreed with it, he was ever so happy that the Lord saw fit to bless him in that way. His hallucination of Mount Moriah floated through his mind, accompanied by the words of God, “The pain that you've been feeling, can't compare to the joy that's coming”.
He had known as soon as the midwife had told them they were having twins that that was what the Lord had meant. You had panicked and snapped but he had felt a strange sense of calm. He hadn’t expected to be thrown into the deep end of parenting with the first pregnancy, but he felt oddly okay about it. He knew that with you by his side, you could do anything.
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You awoke with a start, the sound of Charlotte crying causing you to look over to the crib she was in with concern. Jake was asleep on the couch, but with the soreness you were feeling from delivery, there was no way you were going to trust yourself to get out of bed and carry her from her hospital bassinet back to your bed.
“Jake,” you stage whispered, trying to ensure he heard you over the crying baby.
When he didn’t move, you tried again, “Lieutenant Seresin!” you said, your voice slightly raised. Jake’s eyes flew open and he was off the couch in a moment, “Yes ma’am!” he said, his whole form at attention. You let out a peal of laughter at his response and Jake broke the stance easily, his eyes snapping to your crying daughter.
“I think she’s hungry, bring her to me?” you asked him, pulling open the top of your hospital gown so that you could use the technique the specialist had shown you for feeding.
Jake carefully picked her up, her cries quieting some, but when he placed her in your arms, they quit all together. You nudged her little head towards your breast and when you felt her latch, you turned your attention back to your husband.
“Where are Bob and Maria?” you asked him.
Jake stretched and rubbed his head, “They’re coming with Mom and Dad, should be here in,” he paused to check his watch, “Well right about now actually. Beau and Lizzie are coming too,” he added sheepishly, taking in your current state, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” you replied, “Could you just have a nurse bring us a blanket? I don’t want to give everyone dinner and a show.”
He laughed at your joke, “What? I don’t at least get a show?”
You shook your head at him, “The only ones getting a show for the next six weeks are going to be this nugget and beanie over there,” you said with a laugh, “Now go get me a blanket please!”
“I will,” Jake said, pausing at your bedside to caress Lottie’s hair, “But first, I need a kiss from my beautiful wife.”
You felt yourself blush at his words, even after witnessing you give birth only hours before, Jake still thought the world of you. Through the tears and sweat and screaming, he was your rock, and you couldn’t have been luckier.
Leaning into him, you pressed a kiss to his lips and watched as he walked to the door, pulling it open and immediately closed once he was out of the room, not wanting to flash you to the rest of the hospital.
A few minutes later the door opened again, revealing Jake with a blanket thrown over his shoulder. He approached you at the bed and carefully tied two of the ends together, making it more of a bib than a blanket.
Holding the opening in his hands, Jake slid it carefully over your messy bun so that the blanket sat like a necklace, covering you and Charlotte from anyone who might come into the room.
“Thank you,” you said, taking in your covering, “You are smarter than they give you credit for Hangman.”
Jake grinned at you, “I have to keep something secret to impress the ladies,” he said.
You let out a laugh at him, just as you were about to open your mouth to respond, Chris, your sweet Beanie, let out an ear piercing cry. Your eyes widened at your son’s lungs, how a baby could make such a loud noise you would never know.
Jake picked him up, cradling him gently in his large arms and rocking back and forth, “Hey little man, it’s okay. Mommy is almost done and then it's your turn.”
When Charlotte was fed, you and Jake traded babies, him burping and you feeding. A few minutes after you traded, there was a knock on the door.
Jake shared a look with you before you readjusted the blankets on the bed, making it appear more like you were cold and not like you had another baby tucked underneath.
“Come in!” Jake called out, his large hand gently patting Charlotte’s back.
Isabella and Lizzie came into the room first, both of their faces alight with bright smiles. Beau and Gio followed closely behind, closing the door behind themselves.
“Where is my grandbaby?” Isabella asked, her eyes on Jake.
“Our little princess is right here,” he replied, leaning forward to shift Charlotte into his arms. The two pairs gathered around him, looking down at your sweet girl, “This is Charlotte Mary Seresin,” Jake announced proudly.
The sound of Beau’s voice made you smile, “Hello there little lady,” he said quietly, you imagined he was running one finger carefully along the top of her soft head.
“Would you like to hold her?” Jake asked him. With a quiet nod, Beau held out his arms. Charlotte fussed for only a moment before settling into her grandpa’s hold, her small eyes fluttering closed as she fell back asleep.
At that moment the group turned to you, “And how are you doing dear?” Giovanni asked, “Twelve hours is a long time.”
Isabella smacked his chest, “Don’t ask stupid questions, the poor girl is probably exhausted!” she exclaimed.
You smiled at them both, “I’m okay, tired for sure, but the end result is so worth it.”
At that moment, Christopher decided that he was done eating. You glanced at Jake, his eyes catching yours for only a moment and immediately knowing what you were trying to tell him.
“We actually have a surprise for you!” Jake said, drawing everyone’s attention away from you as he pretended to dig through your hospital bag on the floor.
While he did that, you carefully pulled your little boy out from your covering and brought him up to your chest, patting his back gently so that he would burp. Jake pretended to struggle for a moment, muttering a few, ‘where is it?’s before you coughed quietly, both to signal him and to hold in your laughter.
“Honey, do you know where we put the - Oh! There he is!” Jake said, and at that moment several things happened. The first of which was Lizzie catching sight of you, holding another baby, she let out a shrill exclamation of, “Oh goodness!”
Beau turned at that moment and you were worried for only a second that he would drop Charlotte before you watched his knuckles turn white, “I think I need to sit down,” he whispered before sinking into the chair Jake had been sleeping in previously.
Giovanni turned to pull Jake into a hug, but before he could manage that much, Isabella caught up to what was going on, “Dio mio! Dio mio! Non può essere! Gemelli? Sei serio? Dio mio…” the loud Italian cut through the room and you leaned forward with concern as Isabella’s eyes rolled up into her head. Giovanni was quick and grabbed her as she started to slump towards the floor. (Oh my God! Oh my God! It can't be! Twins? Are you serious? Oh my God…)
Gio sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, she promised she wouldn’t faint this time,” he explained, “I thought we were doing so well, but you just had to pull out that surprise didn’t you Jacob?” he asked, humour in his voice as he looked at his youngest son.
“Hey! The little man deserved a special entrance!” Jake defended, a smile on his face.
Isabella let out a groan as Gio deposited her on the couch, “It’s twins?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Yes Bella, it’s twins,” he said, a smile on his face, “Cosa è successo a 'Non svengo questa volta!'?” he asked. (What happened to 'I won't faint this time!'?)
“It’s twins! I should get a pass this time!” she exclaimed, suddenly back to life.
You laughed, so happy at all of their reactions. Your family might not all be blood, but you couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to call your own.
Isabella was suddenly off the couch and standing next to you, “My goodness dear, tired may be an understatement,” she said, concern in her eyes.
“They made it worth it,” you reassured her with a smile.
She nodded, placing a motherly hand on your shoulder, “Now, who might this young man be?” she asked.
“This is Christopher Emanuel Seresin,” you said, gazing down on your sweet boy, now sleeping in your arms comfortably. As much as you didn’t want to part with your baby boy, you gently lifted him into Isabella’s arms.
You watched closely as Beau and Isabella cooed over your babies, so closely that you didn’t notice the concern flash across Jake’s face. When they handed the babies off to Lizzie and Giovanni, your heart pounded in your chest. Logically, you knew that your children were safe in the arms of their grandparents, but you were still nervous about being parted from them, even if they were still a few feet away.
When you started to doze off, your eyes fighting hard to stay open, everyone bid you goodbye. After being sworn to secrecy they quietly filed out of the room. Jake came to your side, both of your babies laid out on the bed in front of you sleeping soundly.
“They’re wonderful,” he said, his head resting on top of yours, “You did such a good job.”
You let out a quiet laugh, “I don’t think I had much choice in the matter, but I am glad they are both cute.”
“How could they be anything else? They are half me,” Jake replied, earning him an elbow to the ribs.
“I knew when I married you that you had a big head, let’s just be glad these two didn’t inherit that,” you mumbled out, your eyes flicking open and closed.
Jake laughed lowly before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Sleep, I’ll watch these two.”
You cracked your eyes open just enough to watch him put your babies in their bassinets before you were lost to the world hoping for at least an hour before one of them was hungry again. When you woke next, the room was quiet except for Jake’s small snores. Trying to determine what woke you, you heard a vibrating sound.
Your phone was placed on the over-bed table. You reached for it, seeing Maria calling, “Hello?” you whispered into the device, not wanting to wake Jake or the babies.
“Hey!” she greeted you, “I know mom and dad were probably a little overwhelming this morning, but Bob and I were wondering if you and Jake wanted some food? It is Thanksgiving after all.”
You pulled the phone from your face, checking the time. It was now well into the afternoon on Thursday, you let out a sigh, not realising the time that had passed since you had come to the hospital the night before.
“Y/n?” Maria asked.
“Yes, sorry, that would be great! I don’t know what we have or-” you started.
“It’s alright, me and mom cooked the rest of the food for today, so I will bring you two a spread,” she said quickly, “We figure this way you will have plenty of leftovers once you’re home.”
“That sounds delicious,” you said, a smile coming over your face, “Come by in about an hour?”
“We will see you then,” Maria answered, “Do you need anything else?”
“Not right now, but when you get here we will have a favour to ask,” you said, glancing over at Jake, who was watching you from his position on the couch.
You heard some mumbling on the line before Maria answered, “Okay, we will see you in an hour then!”
With that the line went dead and you laid your head back against your pillow once more.
“Who was that?” Jake asked, rolling from his side to his back on the couch, his wide body causing one arm to hang down, off the side.
“Maria, she and Bob are going to come by in an hour or so. Your mom insisted on making the dinner we had prepared so they’re bringing us food too,” you answered with a soft sigh.
Jake was quiet for a minute before asking, “What’s wrong?”
You shrugged from your spot on the bed, “Nothing, I just wish we could keep them as only ours for a little while, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, a small sigh escaping him before, “But we were always going to have to share them.”
You nodded, your gaze turning towards the bassinets that were next to your bed. Charlotte and Christopher were sleeping soundly. Reaching out, you stroked your fingers over their little noses, each dressed in their hospital clothes, pink and blue hats now covering their little heads. Their soft skin and little breaths made you smile.
You heard the shutter of a camera and when you looked up, you saw Jake, his phone stretched out in front of him and a smile on his own face.
“My new phone background,” he explained.
“I’m sure I look lovely,” you replied, running your fingers through your hair.
Jake got up from the couch, stopping to pull your hairbrush from your bag before coming to sit behind you on the bed, “I think you look beautiful.”
You closed your eyes as he brushed through your hair gently, taking his time with the knots tugging hard enough to get them out, but not so hard that it hurt. When he was done, you were impressed when he managed to pull your hair back into a ponytail. It was simple and a little loose, but you felt like you looked less like Albert Einstein and more like yourself.
“Thank you,” you said, leaning back against him.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Anything for you princess.”
The two of you sat there, basking in the silence of the room. Your eyes fluttered closed, and immediately flew back open at the sound of Christopher’s cries. You leaned forward, scooping him out of the bassinet and rocking him against you gently, your eyes on Charlotte’s stirring form.
Just as she started to stir, a foul smell hit your nose.
“Oh my, it seems that you are daddy’s problem now aren’t you baby?” you asked Chris before handing him over to Jake, who looked at you confused before his eyes widened.
“You didn’t just do that,” he said seriously.
You let out a laugh, “I think I just did,” you confirmed for him, picking up Lottie, “I feed them and you change them, I think it's only fair.”
Jake sighed before pulling a chair up to the side of your bed. He grabbed a few diapers that the hospital had provided as well as the package of wipes. You looked on as he did surprisingly well for his first time changing an actual baby’s diaper, the classes you took always used babydolls.
When he had finished with Chris, you passed him Lottie. Chris began to fuss so you unbuttoned your gown to feed him once again. Once you were adjusted, you smiled at Jake, who was now entertaining Charlotte.
“You are such a pretty baby girl, I’m gonna have to beat off all the boys one day, won’t I?” he asked her, “Yes I will,” he continued, nodding his head, “No matter how much you complain.”
Just then she started to let out small cries, her little lip quivering, “Oh no baby don’t cry, daddy’s here, daddy’s got you,” he cooed, picking her up from the bed and cradling her in his arms.
“She’s been here for less than a day and she already has you wrapped around her finger,” you chuckled. Jake tore his gaze away from Charlotte to smile at you
“You’re just jealous that another pretty lady has caught my eye,” he said with a wink.
You laughed at him, “I could never be jealous as long as I am always your number two.”
Jake raised a brow at you, “I can’t promise that baby.”
“And why not?” you questioned, disappointment welling up inside of you.
“Well darlin’, what if we have another little lady? Then you’d have to be number three…” he started, a sly smile on his face.
“Jacob Seresin, you knew what I meant!” you chided him, laughing.
He leaned over to kiss you, and it brought a smile to your face. When Chris was done eating, you traded him for Charlotte.
Just as you were placing Charlotte up on your chest to burp her, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes widened and you looked at Jake, unsure of how to surprise Maria and Bob with your twins.
“I’ll burp her, and you put Chris next to you,” he instructed, a smile on his face.
You shifted the babies around quickly before calling out, “Come in!”
Bob and Maria came through the doors, the smell of Thanksgiving dinner coming in with them causing your stomach to grumble, “Oh that smells delicious,” you said.
Maria smiled at you, “Hey there momma, I heard you wanted some dinner.”
You let out a laugh, “Dinner sounds wonderful, I heard you wanted to meet your goddaughter!”
Maria’s eyes widened as she looked to Jake who was holding Charlotte in her pink blanket.
“Is this her? Oh my goodness,” she said, moving to stand in front of her brother, “She’s so precious, oh my. Bobby look at her little fingers!”
“I see them,” he said, “They are definitely little.”
“Can I hold her?” Maria asked, looking between you and Jake for approval.
You paused for only a second before answering, in your best Billy Mays voice, “But wait! There’s more!”
Maria and Bob’s eyes shot to you as you picked Chris up from the bed, cradling him in your arms.
“Twins?” Bob asked, his voice a little higher than you remember it being before.
“Twins,” Jake confirmed, “This,” he said, holding his arms out a little, “Is Charlotte Mary Seresin.”
“And this,” you continued, nodding down with your head, “Is Christopher Emanuel Seresin.”
Maria gaped at you, “They’re perfect,” she said, “I’m so happy for you two!”
“We are so happy too!” you said, “We have been blessed, truly.”
“Speaking of blessings,” Jake added, “We are in need of the blessing of your help.”
Bob raised an eyebrow at him, “If you’re asking me to take your first born-”
Jake let out a laugh, “Over my cold, dead body Bobby. I need you to pick us up another crib, and assemble it…”
Before Bob could answer, you added in, “Also, we need another car seat.”
Bob nodded, “I think Maria and I can take care of that, just the same ones you have?”
“That would be great, I think the boxes are still in the garage if you need the brands,” you said, gently transferring Christoper to Maria’s hold. She sat down next to you on the bed and you took the opportunity to stroke over Chris’ head.
“Here’s dinner,” Bob added, “We may have slipped some contraband in there.”
You opened the bag up, pulling out two warm containers of food, and at the bottom was a small bottle of champagne.
Pulling the bubbly from the bag, you getured to the bathroom, “There’s a few cups in there, grab four for me?”
Bob came back a few seconds later, four cups in hand. You screwed off the top of the bottle, the pressurised cap more difficult than you were used to with your ten dollar bottles of Costco wine. As you began to pour the liquid into cups, serving Bob and Jake more than yourself, you paused. Maria was pregnant, that is what started this whole thing in the first place.
You caught her eye and she gulped, “You know, I don’t think I’m feeling wine at the moment, maybe just some water for me?” she suggested.
You watched Jake squint at her, “Maria did you just turn down a glass of wine?”
“Um, yes I believe I did,” she answered, her voice nervous.
All eyes were on Maria for a few moments as she tried to come up with something else to say. You held your arms out, taking back Chris so she could get up. You settled him into one arm before reaching out with your other hand and holding hers.
Quietly you said, “You need to tell them.”
Maria nodded once, and you squeezed her hand in yours.
“I, um, I have something to tell you both,” she said, her voice quivering.
Bob looked at her concerned before pulling her into a hug, “What’s wrong?” he whispered.
“I’m sorry Bobby,” she said, tears springing to her eyes.
“Sorry for what?” he asked, confused at her rapid change of emotion.
“What’s going on?” Jake asked, his eyes on you.
Maria took a deep, shaky breath. She pulled back from Bob’s arms, her hand still entwined in his, her knuckles white from the force of her grip.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, her eyes on Bob’s.
Your eyes were on your husband, taking in the emotions that ran wild over his face.
“You’re pregnant,” Bob repeated, his face blank. You were worried that he wasn’t happy for half a second before he picked Maria up in his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips, “I love you,” he whispered to her, “I know you’re worried but it's going to be okay. We are getting married in a month and no one is going to care when he or she is born, just that we are happy and you and the baby are healthy.”
Maria nodded, tears streaming down her face, her smile was brilliant. She buried her head into Bob’s shoulder and he spun her around again, her feet coming off the floor. You couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but you were sure it was sweet because a few seconds later, she pulled back and kissed him again.
You turned away from the scene in front of you to look at Jake, his eyes were wide, but he looked happy.
Maria eyed her brother nervously before asking, “Are you upset?”
Jake shook his head, glancing down at Charlotte, “I really don’t have a right to be do I? I mean, I am your older brother, but you are an adult, who is engaged to the man you are pregnant by so why should I care when you have a baby? I’m just happy that you’re happy.”
Maria nodded before pulling Jake into a hug. Charlotte got jostled a little and she let out a whimper, but Jake turned to the side, allowing him to hug Maria with one hand and hold your baby girl in the other.
Jake looked over at Bob, “You on the other hand, I’m allowed to be mad at,” he said jokingly, “What happened to, “listen to Galatians 6:9, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time-”” Jake teased.
“Hey, in your own words, I can’t be responsible for what my hot wife does to me,” Bob quipped back.
“You aren’t married yet!” Jake said, his voice raised slightly.
Bob’s mouth opened and then closed, opened again and closed again before finally, “Okay you have a point there, but I am going to marry her and I do love her more than life itself so that should count for something.”
Jake huffed out a sigh and deposited Charlotte into Bob’s arms, “Hold her a moment? You’ll need the practice anyway,” he said before walking back to you, opening up the plate of food they had brought.
It was then that you remembered the champagne in front of you, “Ah, let me make a toast, to our healthy babies, and to Bob and Maria’s little one!” you said excitedly, holding up your cup into the air before downing the sweet wine quickly.
Jake did the same and Bob carefully followed suit. Maria just took a seat on the edge of your bed and with a sigh said, “I’m participating in my mind.”
You let out a laugh as you opened the container with your dinner, “I honestly didn’t miss it that much,” you told her.
She just hummed, looking down at Christopher, “At least it will be worth it, in the end.”
Bob and Maria stayed a while longer, talking with the both of you before agreeing to return in the morning with the extra car seat. You and Jake had bouts of rest through the night, though you were the one feeding the babies, he would sit up with you, reading to you or them.
When the morning came, you were more than ready to go home. While delivering in the hospital had been a good experience, you were tired of the random people coming in and out of your room constantly.
Bob and Maria were right on time for your afternoon departure, they met Jake with his truck, and waited with him as he strapped the base of the car seat into the back seat. As they wheeled you out of the hospital, Jake pulled around, cutting the engine quickly so the noise wouldn’t startle Chris or Charlotte.
You handed him one baby carrier and then the next, watching as he clipped them into their spots in the backseat before he turned back to you.
“Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” he asked, a sly smile on his face.
“Um, the easy way?” you suggested, not sure of his intentions.
You let out a small squeal when he stooped down to pick you up. One hand behind your back and the other under your knees, he lifted you into the passenger’s seat of the truck like you weighed nothing.
“You are ridiculous,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he leaned over to buckle you in.
“I think you mispronounced wonderful,” he said, smiling brightly at you before carefully closing the door. He put your bag on the floor behind your seat before making his way around to the driver’s seat.
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The ride home was slow. You’ve never seen Jake drive so slow in the whole time you had known him.
“Is everything alright?” you asked, as you got repeatedly honked at and passed aggressively on the highway.
Jake nodded, “Yeah, just have some precious cargo is all.”
You laughed, “Honey, nothing bad is going to happen if you go the speed limit.”
“We aren’t in a hurry, they can go around me,” he said nonchalantly.
Taking his hand in your own, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, figuring you could at least get some more sleep on the long ride home.
—
The house was quiet when you arrived, and it stayed that way for the rest of the night, outside of Charlotte and Christopher’s periodic cries. Jake heated up dinner when you got home, and when it was time to put the babies to bed, he took a seat in one of the now two rocking chairs in the nursery, Christopher in one arm.
In the other hand he was holding a book. You smiled at the familiar classic, Goodnight Moon, was one of your favourite stories growing up.
Jake’s deep voice was soft as he read, “In the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon. And a picture of the cow jumping over the moon.
And there were three little bears sitting on chairs, and two little kittens, and a pair of mittens, and a little toyhouse, and a young mouse, and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush, and a quiet old lady who was whispering “hush”.”
You watched as he turned page after page, his calming voice making you want to fall asleep in the rocker with Charlotte, “Goodnight room, Goodnight moon, Goodnight cow jumping over the moon, Goodnight light and the red balloon. Goodnight bears, Goodnight chairs, Goodnight kittens, And goodnight mittens.”
You let out a quiet yawn as he continued, looking down you realised that Charlotte had fallen asleep, her small body rising and flailing with each of her little breaths, “Goodnight clocks, and goodnight socks, Goodnight little house, And goodnight mouse. Goodnight comb, And goodnight brush, Goodnight nobody, Goodnight mush, And goodnight to the old lady whispering “hush”.”
As he started on the last pages of the book, you rose from the rocker, gently transferring Charlotte to her crib. You smiled at the mural Maria had painted, while you were in the hospital, she added another small plane, with a second banner and on both of them, she painted your children’s names.
Jake’s voice got closer to you as he carefully placed Christopher into his crib, “Goodnight stars, Goodnight air, Goodnight noises everywhere.”
As the babes slept, you and Jake stood watch for a few minutes, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head resting on his chest.
When the two of you made it back to your room, the baby monitor turned on high and placed on your nightstand, you collapsed on your bed and let out a groan.
“What’s wrong?” Jake asked, his head appeared above yours and you felt him balance his weight above you on the edge of the mattress.
“My back hurts and I am so tired,” you whined, a pouty look crossing your face.
Jake gave you a sad smile, “I’m sorry honey, why don’t you change and I can rub your back?” he asked.
“That would be heavenly,” you said, your eyes closing. You felt Jake trail a finger down your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Come on beautiful girl, let’s get you changed,” he said softly, his hand entangling with yours before he pulled you up. You weren’t sure how other women handled giving birth, but with how attentive Jake was being, you couldn’t imagine doing it alone.
He helped you change, and you watched from the bed as Jake peeled off his shirt and pants, climbing into bed in just his underwear. He sat behind you and carefully massaged his calloused fingers into the muscles of your back and you let out a quiet moan as you felt the knots loosen.
When he was done, you turned out the light and snuggled into his arms.
“I missed sleeping next to you,” he whispered into your ear, his head resting just above yours on the pillow, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
You let out a breathy laugh, “Who has ever slept well on a hospital couch?”
Jake shook his head, “No, it's not just that. Whenever I’m away, I never sleep well. Not without you in my arms.”
You hummed, your mind going to the next time Jake would be deployed. Beau had promised to delay it as long as he could, but there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t be left home with two newborns. Jake had been out of his cast for a few weeks, and just last week they had cleared him to fly, his injuries healed from his experience almost three months ago.
“I thought,” he started, but stopped, his voice barely a whisper.
“What?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him.
Jake looked down at you, his hand trailing through your hair, “I thought I could put in for an instructor’s position, at Top Gun.”
You nodded, “I think that’s a good idea, but would you be happy? You wouldn’t get to be the hero, no more saving the world with a smile.”
He shrugged, “My world is a lot smaller now,” he confessed, “I think I would be happier knowing that I would come home to you, and our children every night and not in a body bag.”
Your breath hitched at his description, “I think if you can do it, then you should.”
Jake nodded, “I’ll talk to the Admiral tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing your face into his shoulder.
“Anything for you baby,” he whispered back.
A weight you didn’t know you had been carrying fell off your shoulders and you let out a sigh. Sleep came quickly, your body knowing that soon you would have to be up again to feed two fussy babies. With Jake’s warm arms wrapped around you, you dropped off into the abyss, only to be woken by the sound of your little blessings.
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You’re My Best Friend
Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s,
This is the last part of this Robyn and Taron story. I am currently writing the next one and once, it’s finished I will post it :)
Thanks for all the love on this one.
Love Suze xx
16
“Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?”
Taron let Robyn sleep and doze for a little while after the movie, one that he could not tell you the plot of because he knew he had been dozing himself, so cosy and warm as he lay on the couch and he would have continued to doze with her except his rumbling stomach woke her up. During the movie, she had turned a little to her side, her head lower on his body and he cringed as his stomach growled again.
“Does anything not satisfy you?” Robyn had been happily laying against him and after the fourth time his stomach made noise, she lifted her head from him moving so she could lean on his shoulder instead. “I mean you got a cooked breakfast which was more of a lunch and muffins.”
Taron’s body shook as he laughed. “I am a growing young boy.”
“So you keep telling me.” Robyn yawned, giving herself a half stretch. “What movie did you pick?”
“No idea.” Taron replied. “I didn’t even watch it.”
“No?”
“Nope. Took a Taron nap too.”
They both laughed and Robyn reached for his left arm so she could check the time, her eyes widening as she looked at the hands on the clock. “Taron it is after seven!” Robyn exclaimed. “The whole day is gone.” Her face turned a little sad which Taron picked up on.
“Cariad, getting to nap with you on your couch in your home with no interruption is the best way I could think of to spend the day and I would stay here of the rest of evening except my stomach has other ideas, as always.”
Robyn gave him a gentle pat. “Well should we do something about that then?”
“Yeah muffins.”
Robyn sat up and gave herself another stretch. “No not muffins.”
“Cookies?” He knew the cushion was coming his way before it happened and was prepared to catch it as Robyn threw a blue one at him. “Ok not cookies.”
“Not cookies.” Robyn repeated, standing up. “But how about some soup and a toasted sandwich?” She reached out her hands to him and helped pull him to his feet.
“Sounds perfect.”
Walking into the kitchen, Robyn turned on some lights along the way, going to the freezer and taking out two bags of frozen soup, putting them on the counter. She loved to make homemade vegetable soup and always made extra so she could pop it in the freezer and have some whenever she wanted. It was so easy to re-heat it in the microwave and it tasted just the same as when it was made fresh in the pot.
“Can I do the toastie?” Taron asked as he watched Robyn get two bowls out.
“You wanna?”
“Sure. I can make a gourmet one.”
Giving a chuckle, Robyn nodded. “You know where everything is.”
Twenty minutes later, they sat down at the breakfast bar with a steaming bowl of vegetable soup and toastie filled with cheese, ham and chicken and a little salad on the side. The easy meal was comforting and enough to fill them both though Taron grinned when Robyn gave him a muffin and hot cup of tea afterwards.
“I thought you said no more muffins?” Taron asked pulling some crumbs from the top off to eat.
“You think I would not give you one?” She grinned. “And I said no to muffins for dinner. We had a very nice meal.” She reached over to take a piece from the top of the muffin. “This is dessert and I have a suggestion for you for after dessert.” She said after she ate it.
“A suggestion?” Taron asked.
“Yup.”
“Go on…”
“You could use that voucher you brought for running a bath.” Robyn explained slowly. “You brought it with you and while I know you will be back with me again, I don’t know when. I think tonight would be the perfect opportunity to use it. While you finish the tea, I can run it for you.”
“Robyn, you don’t have to do that for me.”
“I know I don’t have to but I know you and deep down inside, you were looking forward to it. You love those bubble jets and I can fill it with the nice muscle relaxer salts and bubbles.” She reached over and took his hand. “It is one of your vouchers and the deal with the vouchers was when you were given them, that when you give one to me, we use it.” She ran her thumb over the back of his hand and she then had a double think about what she had asked him. “If it is too soon then that is…”
Taron shook his head. “The bath isn’t enclosed and I mean if they are going to be bubbles.”
“I don’t want to push you.”
Her hand was squeezed tightly. “Not pushing at all.” He assured her.
Robyn let go of his hand and sat back on her stool, suddenly realising what she had asked Taron. “You know what, it was a stupid suggestion. What was I even thinking? I mean you have had two horrible experiences in a nine foot deep pool, why on earth would you want to sit in a bath which is basically a smaller version of a pool so just ignore the last two minutes of conversation and drink your tea and eat your muffin and then maybe we can find another movie we won’t watch.” She turned a little on her stool and waited for the ground to swallow her up, her inner self kicking her stupidity in asking Taron did he want to have a bath. She had no idea what she was doing asking him, especially when he had been in tears in her arms two days ago because he panicked in a pool of water. She muttered to herself under breath, giving herself a verbal beating. “Stupid.” She murmured, her eyes down.
“Cariad…” Two arms slipped around her waist, carefully turning her around and Taron brought her close against him. “I love you, you know that right?” He rubbed her back gently as he held her against him. As soon as Robyn had mentioned taking a bath, every part of him said yes. He had only been in her bath once and he remembered every minute of it and how amazing the water jets felt on his body which had been through hell. While this time around his hell had been in water, he had routed for his bath voucher, praying he would get the opportunity to use it and Robyn had offered it to him on a plate and there was no way that he was going to turn it down. His shower earlier had not been too bad, even though it had been quick and he knew inside getting back on the horse was the best way to move on but also it was a bath that he could lay in and feel the bottom of. “You have no idea how good a bath sounds right now, one with bubbles and jets and real bubbles too.” He gave her a squeeze. “With extra bubbles.” He brushed her cheek with a kiss and took a step back. “And I can always get out if I don’t feel comfortable and then I think we should snuggle deep under the duvet and sleep.”
“No Taron, let’s not worry about it. We can clean up here and just go back to the couch. It was a stupid idea and I don’t know what I was even thinking.”
“Robyn, stop.” Taron placed his hands on her cheeks, seeing the worry in her eyes. “Stop. I want the bath.” He said firmly. “It’s a wonderful idea and it will help to get the last of the cold from my body and little kinks that are still in my lower back.”
“Liar.” Robyn replied to him. “You are as warm as you have ever been and you have not felt a twinge since you got your back rub yesterday morning.”
“Yeah well, I still want the bath.” He answered back. “And I will never say no to something that gives me a back rub, even jets in a bath.”
“Taron, please, let’s just leave it.”
He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I never get to take a bath. Never anywhere. I don’t have one in Wales or London and I never even think of taking one when I am in a hotel because I am so busy and just drop onto the bed and sleep.”
“I don’t want you to relive anything from set.”
Taron smiled lovingly at her. “Are you going to let anything happen to me while I soak in the tub?” Robyn sighed and shook her head. “And if you hear anything out of the ordinary, will you come running to me as I sit in bubbles in my nudey nudes?” Her laugh was quiet but he heard it. “If you didn’t think it was good for me, you wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place because you have never ever done something for me that wasn’t in my best interest.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And I wouldn’t be insisting if I didn’t feel comfortable and I want to use the voucher to have a bath Robyn and I can go and do it myself.”
Robyn let her head fall from his hands, her forehead resting on his chest under his chin, feeling him run his hands up and down her back. “You know I can’t resist those green eyes and deep Welsh tones.” She said quietly.
“Guess I will have to use them more often.” He chuckled. “But you know I cannot help that my eyes are green or that my accent has a hint of Welsh in it. That’s genetics.”
“Hmph.” Robyn grunted, lifting her head to look at him. “You feel the slightest bit off and you get out.”
“I will.”
“And don’t feel like you have to do this because you brought the voucher. I know I said it would be a while before you are back again, but you will be back so it can be used then.”
“I know.”
“And I can just rub your back if that’s what you want. You know I love doing that for you.”
Taron grinned at her. “I think I shall take that option tomorrow.” He laughed hard as she lightly pushed him away. “Robyn, the bath and bubbles sound amazing right now.”
“Fine but I am going to give you so many bubbles, they will still be there when the water is cold.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“And there will be a very feminine scent in the bath.”
“That’s ok.”
“And the bath water is more than likely going to turn pink.”
“That’s ok too.”
“And those bath salts have a scent too so you know they are all going to mix together and you are going to end up smelling like a very flowery bouquet of flowers.”
“I am just fine with that. I am only coming out for a cuddle with you afterwards.”
“And you can use stronger jets this time cos you are not completely battered and bruised but that might make even more bubbles and they will be everywhere in the bathroom and that will be a big mess to clean up.”
“Robyn…” Taron’s smiled at her ramblings. “Stop trying to find a way out of this and let’s get going. I need you to run this bath for me.”
She sighed but had already caved to his sparkling green eyes. “Yeah alright.” Taking his hand, they walked into the bathroom, Robyn turning on the lights as she went. Going to the press under the sink, she opened the door and took out a green packet. “You mind holding this?” She asked him.
“Thought I was going to smell like a bouquet of flowers.” He asked with a grin as he read the label, grinning more as she shrugged. “Juniper and thyme. Not so flowery. Did you threaten me with flowery scents but are not going to follow through with them?”
Robyn gave him a look over her shoulder and then turned her attention back to the bath and turning on the hot tap. “I could but I won’t.” She said to him. “I don’t want to be smelling flowers all night.”
It wasn’t a side of Robyn he saw very often but he adored it when she was annoyed or at least trying her hardest to be. He strolled over to her and crouching down beside her, gave her a sideways hug. “I promise you cariad, I would not be doing this if I truly and honestly didn’t want too and I know I will love every minute of this. I don’t get it very often.” He felt her lean into him and knew then that this was going to be the most amazing bath.
“Will you open the salts for me please?”
Taron opened the green bag and once Robyn had plugged the bath, the now steaming water filling the white tub, she took a handful of salt out and ran it under the tap so it melted away into the water, following with three more.
“You want to pick your own bubble bath and bath bomb?” She asked him standing up, taking his hand to help him up too.
“Can I?”
“Sure.” She chuckled. “Go and choose from the shelf behind you.”
While Robyn put the bag of salts back in the press, Taron had a look at the different bottles, bars and bombs she had for her bath. There were all types of scents and a basket filled with circular bath bombs and he tried to read each one and figure out what he wanted to use but knew he needed a female opinion. He turned around and saw Robyn leaning against the sink her arms crossed, her face grinning. “Perhaps you would like to come and help me?” He asked.
With a smile Robyn walked over to him and standing beside him picked a silver bottle and handed it to him. “Shea bubble bath. Not too feminine and will leave your skin very nice and soft afterwards but it also makes very good bubbles.” She then routed through her wicker basket of bath bombs and pulled out one wrapped in a brown paper with a blue sticker. “And this is a bath bomb called ocean. Not girly at all.”
“Not a flowery scent in sight.”
Robyn grinned. “Nope and I wouldn’t do that to you.” She unwrapped the bath bomb and handed it to him. “You wanna throw it in?”
“Ok.” Standing where he was, a few feet from the bath, Taron threw the bath bomb and it landed with a large plop and splash into the bath.
“Taron!”
“What?” He turned to her with a shrug. “You said throw it in.”
“I didn’t actually mean throw it in!” She laughed. She headed to the bath and looked in, watching as the bath bomb fizzed around, the white and blue of the ingredients melting into the water. “It goes with your bubble bath.” She explained to him. “Shea butter and sea salt.”
“I am gonna come out as soft as cwtch.” Taron chuckled. “But you know it’s the jets I am looking forward too.”
“I know that.” Robyn nodded. “And I know you know how to work them but you have to add something to the water too.”
“Like bubbles?” He asked holding out the silver bottle.
“Yes, bubbles. How many do you want?”
“Well you told me there would be so many bubbles, they would still be there when the water went cold, so that many.”
“Okie dokie.” Robyn took the bottle from him and sat on the edge of the bath near the taps. She looked to Taron and pointed a finger his way. “Do not push me in.” She grinned.
Taron smirked. “Do you think I would do that?”
“Oh absolutely.”
He laughed deeply. “I won’t I promise. It will ruin my bath. Another time sure, but not now.”
Robyn loved how bright his face was, how his smile filled every part of him and could tell he was happy and that was all she wanted for him. She turned her attention back to the taps and she slowly poured the white bubble bath through the cascading hot water from the tap, bubbles immediately forming and flowing down and across the bath. She kept pouring and pouring until the top of the water was covered, continuing to pour more of the white silky mixture in.
“Robyn, I think you have enough now.”
“For a bubble bath, you need more bubbles than you think you need.” She tipped the bottle a little more and once another generous amount slid into the water, she held it upright and replaced the cap. A gorgeous smell filled the bathroom along with a steam from the heat from the water and Robyn wished the bath was for her but Taron needed it more plus he was the lucky one who was given a book of vouchers to use. Getting to her feet she put the bottle on the shelf and then back at the bath, knelt down and swirled her hand through the water, helping to mix more bubbles.
“I don’t think I am getting out of this.” Taron crouched down beside her. “You know how to run a good bath.”
“All you need now are some candles, music, and a face mask.”
Taron looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I know you can provide all three.” He grinned.
“You want?” She asked.
“Well, I won’t say no.”
On her feet, Robyn walked into her wardrobe and took two candles from the shelf she stored them on. She grabbed the box of matches and carried them into the bathroom. “Following on from the theme, not flowery.” She lit the candles and left them on the sink. “Clean cotton sheets and ocean breeze.”
“Ok, wow you are actually going to do the other things.”
“Well yeah.” Robyn turned to him. “You can pick you own music.” Back over at the shelf, she routed through another wicker basket and took out a sheet face mask. “Need some hydration?”
“God yes.” He reached and took the mask from her. “Perfect though this is much more than a bath and not covered in a voucher.”
“And how many days of relaxation are you going to get when you get back to London?” She asked him. “Straight back to work, long nights and days and I know the last couple of weeks on set are always busy and demanding, so take this hour to enjoy the basic luxury I can offer you.”
His hug was tight and his first kiss was quick while the rest left Robyn wanting more so on her tip toes she kissed him again.
“So, I take that kiss as you are on board with me having the bath then?”
“Yup.” Robyn gave him a squeeze and stepped back, her hands going to his cheeks. “You call me if you feel any way off, panic or need to get out ok?”
“I will, I promise but I am not leaving this bath of bubbles until I go completely wrinkly.”
“Everywhere?” Robyn grinned.
“Everywhere.” He confirmed.
Robyn left him with a smile and after she had closed the door to the closet, Taron left the face mask at the side of the bath and grabbed a towel from the laundry room, putting it on the silver bars of the towel warmer, switching it on. Ridding himself of his shirt, he folded it and placed it counter of the sink, the opposite side to the candles. Walking back to the bath, he was glad he did as the water was starting to get high and he turned off the tap. The bubbles were right up to the edge of the bath, glistening in the light of the bathroom. It looked incredibly inviting and smelt amazing. Adding his shorts and boxers to his shirt, he padded over to the bath and carefully lifted his right foot to step in, the heat a little too hot on his skin but he knew his body would adjust quickly. Both legs in, he lowered himself down, a little concerned that the water was going to spill over the edge but once he lay against the back of the bath, the ripples of the water settled and the bubbles floated back into place. His whole body quickly soaked up the warmth and he knew immediately that he was going to be ok sitting in the bath. The water was gorgeously warm, the numerous bubbles way too much but also perfect and whatever Robyn had added to the water was already helping him relax and it was nothing like a cold freezing pool on set. He took some calming deep breathes, already smelling the fragrance from the candles Robyn had lit and Taron knew he was going to enjoy this so much. Lifting his left hand, he reached for the control panel for the jets and switched it onto low. Immediately programmed streams of bubbles rose from the bottom, back and sides of the bath and Taron’s head turned when he heard some splashes and lifted his body a little out of the water.
“Woops.”
There were a few bubbles on the bathroom floor, another couple joining them as the jets made the water ripple. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it, he moved back against the bath and pressed the button for the jets to fizzle stronger. His neck rolled as the pressure of the water felt amazing against his skin. The dancing bubbles rolling against his whole back and legs and he decided that he needed to invest in a bath that made bubbles for his home and somehow try to fit it in his bathroom because it was exactly what he would need after a long day on set. He called out for Alexa to play some Joni Mitchel and once he had the face mask positioned properly, he lay back and dipped down into the water until his chin covered his bubbles. He was going to happily lay as long as he could until the water went cold or Robyn came looking for him, figuring the second option was the most likely one to happen.
Robyn had her ear pressed hard against the bathroom door and stood there for about ten minutes listening for any signs that Taron could be in distress but she heard nothing, only the gentle tones of one of his favourite artists filtering through. Still concerned she had pushed him too hard even with their jokes, Robyn stayed at the door another five minutes before she knew she had to trust that Taron would call her if he needed her. Needing a distraction, she headed for the laundry room and emptied the washing machine, popping the clothes into the dryer. She needed to keep Taron in clean clothes for the rest of his time with her and she wanted to be sure when they woke tomorrow he would have something to wear.
Before she left the laundry room, she grabbed a fresh change of bed sheets. Saturday was her usual day to change the sheets but Taron would sleep even better in a freshly made bed. Dragging the duvet off, she pulled the pillows from the pillow cases and dropped them onto the floor and stripped the bed completely, making it up with a dark blue fitted sheet, a light blue flat on top and six fresh pillow cases. Once the bed was fully remade, the pillows fluffed, cwtch back in the centre of the bed, Robyn started the washing machine with the sheets. She was absolutely guilty of pressing her ear to the bathroom door again through the laundry room but everything was quiet, Joni playing, the hum of the bath coming through the door too. Walking back into the kitchen, Robyn paced as she took her iron tablet and paced some more until she couldn’t take the silence any longer. Taron had been in the bathroom nearly forty minutes and while the bath water had been scorching hot, it had to have gone cold by now and she was worried that she had heard nothing from him.
Back in the bedroom, she walked to the bathroom door and gave it a knock, a second one following when she heard nothing. Robyn felt her heart start to beat a little quicker and her mind race with upsetting thoughts.
“Taron?” She knocked harder, her voice louder.
“Robyn?” She heard him call back and let out the breath she had been holding. “You ok?”
“Am I ok? Are you ok?” She called in.
“Yeah, I am fine.”
“You are very quiet.”
“Well cariad, I am having a bath with bubbles, lit candles, a face mask and Joni.”
She leaned her forehead on the door, closing her eyes, picturing exactly what he had described. “Are there still bubbles?”
Taron looked to the water which was had definitely lost a lot of its heat but still felt good and the mountain of bubbles were floating thickly on top. “Yes Robyn. You poured half the bottle in.”
“Ok good, ‘cos I am coming in!”
“Wait, what?”
The door opened and even though he was completely submerged in white foamy bubbles, Taron’s hands went right down to cover himself, his head turning to watch as Robyn walked in. “Chicken!”
“Lots of bubbles, right?” She asked as she stood at the door.
“Well yeah.”
“And can anything be seen?”
Taron glanced over the water and shook his head. “Well no.”
“So, am I ok to keep going over to you?” She asked. “I will stay at the top of the bath at your head.”
Taron took his hands away and turned a little in the bath. “You are going to stay here with me?”
“Ok do I need to spell this out for you?” She asked with a little smile. “You have been here nearly forty minutes, I couldn’t hear anything and I was worried.”
Taron’s face grinned, though it was hard to tell as he still had the facemask on. “You have spent the whole time listening against the door, haven’t you?”
Robyn tilted her head. “Not the whole time.” She took a step closer to the bath. “I changed the bed sheets, put on a wash and took my tablet too.”
Taron tugged at the edge of the face mask and pulled it from his face. “And spent the remainder of the time listening at the door, right?”
Robyn bit her lip and nodded. “I was…”
“Worried.” Taron finished for her. He glanced at the bath water again. “You can’t see anything?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Because that fills me with confidence.”
Robyn chuckled. “I can’t see a thing Taron. I filled that bath with so many bubbles, the ratio of water to bubbles is in favour of the bubbles.”
His laugh was light and he gave her a nod. “Well come on over then.”
Robyn walked to the bath and as promised, once she had pulled the bath mat over so she had something soft to kneel on, found position at the back of the bath, while Taron lay back as he was before but his hands were definitely resting on his lap.
“Bath was nice then?” Robyn asked him.
“Perfect. These jets are powerful and the bubbles, bubbly.”
“And you are probably all wrinkly because you have been in here so long.” Taron lifted his left hand from the water and Robyn reached forward to take it, running the tips of her fingers over his. “Like a prune.” She dropped his hand, his arm falling into the bath with a splash. “And you are ok right?”
“I am just fine. I promise. Warm and relaxed and very much needing one of these for my home.”
Robyn smiled at him. “I am sure you can organise that.”
“Probably but it won’t come with the salts, or bubble bath or bath bombs or a Robyn to make it perfect for me.”
Her laugh was light and she knelt to her full height so she could stretch over him to gently kiss his lips and then his forehead. “It is easy to run a bath Taron.”
“Nah-ah.” He replied, loving the beautiful upside down kiss he just got. “I won’t be able to melt the salts properly and probably end up getting all the bubble bath the smells like flowers.”
Robyn stayed kneeling as she was and ran her left hand through his hair. “I can always give you the name of the bubble bath.” She added her right hand to his head. “And the bath bombs.” She waited for him to answer but nothing came. “Taron?”
“Hair…”
Shaking her head, Robyn used her nails to very lightly scratch his scalp. “Always with the hair.”
“My favourite thing.”
“You are going to get cold in that water.”
“Five minutes.”
“Two.” Robyn countered. “And we can continue this in the nice warm bed.”
“Deal.” The two minutes went by in a flash and Taron groaned when Robyn took her hands from his hair. “Don’t even complain to me.” She told him. “The point of the bath was to warm you up, not cool you down.”
“Yeah alright.” Taron agreed, feeling the cooler water against his skin, now that his head massage was finished with. He looked at the water, still full with bubbles and sighed. “You do realise that when I stand up, I am going to be covered in bubbles.”
Robyn lightly laughed as she got to her feet, fixing the bath mat back beside the porcelain tub. “Hmmm I shall leave you to figure that one out yourself then.”
“Robyn…” Taron’s tone was bright but he moved in the bath to kneel, his arms resting on the side of the tub. “Robyn!” Looking down at his chest, as he thought, his skin was covered in the frothy bubbles, his arms too.
When she looked back, she grinned. “That is a good look for you.”
“Cariad…”
“Nearly better than your flour look.” She disappeared from view for about three second and was back with her phone, taking two photos. “For my wall.”
“Why you… Robyn!”
“I will keep the bed warm for you.” She giggled, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door, her heart beating a little fast as she looked at the two photos she had just snapped. Hair brushed to the side and covered in bubbles, she was definitely going to print this one out for her photos above her headboard.
Taron had to brush all the bubbles from his body once he stood up to his full height, shaking his head as he had to do his legs too once he got fully out of the bath. He felt a shiver run through him as he stepped across the tiles to get the towel, the blue fluffy material lovely and warm and he wrapped himself up in it before he tied it around his waist. Reaching over to the mirror, he had to wipe it with his hand to get the condensation off. His skin was pink, his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess and he felt wonderful. The bath was been an extra treat he needed and as he lay, he just emptied his thoughts as best he could, trying to be positive about the last couple of days. While the set work was horrible, he tried to remember it was the last of his pool work and he had about four weeks left before he was done and could take a break. While he was disappointed in himself and his work, he knew Matthew was going to send him the footage and his director was happy with it. He had some time away from set and that always helped to clear his head and he was doing it with one of the most important people in his life who as always loved him and looked after him and supported him in every way she could.
Glancing in the mirror, his face was just smiling and he enjoyed it. Running his hands over his chin, he needed a shave but brought nothing so shave with. Going to set, he took the bare minimum with him, knowing Stephanie would have what he needed if he was required to shave. He had to admit that he was enjoying the reactions he was getting from Robyn with his growing facial hair, especially when he kissed her neck and around her t-shirt. He could feel her sharp intakes of breath and how her heart kicked up a beat and it made him grin to know he had caused that.
A little happy sigh came from his lips and he routed in his wash bag for his toothbrush, his fingers touching something cold and metal and a wide smile came to him. Slipping his hands under the delicate material, he lifted it from his wash bag, the four jewels sparkling in the bathroom light. Robyn had asked him to try and find it for her and in turn he had begged Matthew and the crew in Belfast to keep an eye out for Robyn’s precious bracelet, even though it seemed a lost cause. He was surprised and astonished when he was handed the piece of jewellery in the make-up trailer by Stephanie on Wednesday. He stuttered his disbelief as she explained that the crew from the last time they were at the pool, had found it under one of the deck chairs and kept it safe until the production team were back. They gave it to Matthew who in turn gave it to Stephanie who had given it a shine up and handed it to a thankful Taron. He had placed it in his wash bag, the only place he could think of to keep it safe at the time when his mind was frazzled.
Now as he held it in his hands, he couldn’t wait to give it back to Robyn. He knew how much it meant to her and he felt the meaning behind the bracelet had increased ten-fold since yesterday. Placing it carefully back into his leather bag, he found his toothbrush and using the minty toothpaste from the sink, swayed along to the song on the speaker, bopping his head and stepping from side to side. He had changed the music from Joni to an eighties playlist after he got out of the bath as he found Joni was making him drift off and the upbeat music and the slight giddiness he was feeling felt fantastic.
Robyn leant against the doorframe and watched with amusement as Taron danced in front of the mirror. She had changed into her pyjamas and was waiting for Taron but again he was taking too long. She quietly pushed down on the door handle and peaked around the door, letting it open fully as she saw him in a towel, in front of the mirror, dancing with his toothbrush. Each minute he was with her, his smile grew wider, the unease he arrived with left him and he was his goofy old self. While she thought the bath was a terrible idea, it seemed to have literally washed away his worries and as his moves became more daring, Robyn chuckled, watching as he pointed his toothbrush at the mirror.
When he heard laughter, Taron knew he had been caught and decided there was no point in stopping and kept dancing, doing a twirl with a wink. “You know you wanna join in!”
Robyn walked towards him and picked up her toothbrush. “Nope, just wanna brush my teeth.”
Taron stood as still as he could but his head was still moving in time with the music and they stood side by side as they brushed their teeth and once Robyn was finished, she gave him a grin in the mirror. “Continue as you were.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He finished with his teeth and then rubbed some moisturiser into his face, drying himself fully and got back into his boxer shorts. He took out the bracelet from his wash bag, hiding it as best as he could in the palm of his hand. When he got the bracelet, he had wanted to give it to Robyn as soon as he could and now seemed like the most perfect time. After he gave the bath a rinse down and the bathroom floor a wipe, he made sure to turn off all of the lights in the bathroom before he left, blowing out the candles too, stopping the music and wandered into the bedroom, closing all the doors behind him. He saw Robyn sitting in the bed, the duvet around her, on her side and he took one run and jump, landing on the bed in a heap beside her.
“You are a tosspot, you know that right?”
“Yeah, a tosspot who is getting another head massage.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Robyn gave him a fake push. “Oh yeah?”
“Erm yeah. Took me ages to get all the bubbles off.”
Robyn grinned and moved so she could run her hand over his shoulders and gently down his back. “Made you as soft as cwtch. Just like I said it would.”
“Always right.” He closed his eyes and lay down on his left side on the bed beside her. “That’s nice.”
“Thought it was a head massage I owed you.”
“Head, back, arms, face, who knows.”
Robyn moved closer to him, lifting his head so she could lay him in her lap and continued to lightly stoke his back in slow up and down caresses along his spine. His skin was silky smooth under her fingers and his back rose and fell in deep easy breathes.
“You want to get under the duvet before you fall asleep?” She asked him.
“Yes, but there is something I have for you first.” Taron sat up and crossed his legs, getting comfortable beside her.
“If you have a handful of bubbles to blow in my face, Taron Egerton you better re-think that plan.” Robyn saw his closed fist and could only imagine what he was up to.
“I don’t.” He assured her. “I promise I don’t.” He reached forward and placed his cupped hand into her right one. “Close your eyes.” He saw her doubtful look. “Cariad, just close your eyes.”
With her eyes closed, Robyn felt Taron place her other hand over his fisted one and she waited for a few seconds, still with her eyes closed. She felt him open his hand and drop something onto her palm and once she heard the little clink, her eyes opened wide and she looked to her hands. Her eyes immediately lifted to look at Taron and he gave her the slightest nod. Glancing to her hands once more, she then threw herself at him, wrapping him up tight in her arms. He was not expecting the hug and when Robyn flung herself at him, he fell over backwards, laughing hard as she placed kiss after kiss after kiss all over his face. He let her kiss him, his body laying flat on the bed, his hands on her back. She gave him a couple more kisses, ending with four on his lips and then sat up, Taron leaning on his elbows, watching as she held her bracelet in her hands.
“How on earth did you find it?”
“I didn’t.”
Her face changed. “Oh no, you didn’t get a new one, did you?”
“Oh no! No!” Taron pulled himself up, shuffling a little so Robyn was now sitting on his legs rather than his lap. “I didn’t get a new one. This is the one I got you for your birthday.”
“Taron, how?”
“One of the crew on set found it, under a deck chair, when they were clearing up the day after you were rushed to hospital. Matthew had asked them to keep an eye out for it and they found it. They minded it until production started again on Wednesday and they gave it to Matthew who gave it to Stephanie, who gave it to me and then I gave it back to you.” Her face was looking down and Taron lifted her chin. “Robyn, wait…” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Why the tears?”
“Because you found it.” She sniffed, wiping another tear that fell. “I didn’t think I would ever get this back but you found a way to find it. This bracelet always meant so much to me because of the thought and meaning behind it.”
“Cariad…”
“And now well, now it’s just so much more special.”
Leaning into her, Taron held her close to him, laying his cheek on her shoulder. “Technically I didn’t find it.”
Robyn lifted herself from him and lightly thumbed his chest. “Seriously?” She asked with a smile.
“Well, I didn’t, and ouch.” He replied rubbing his chest.
Robyn ducked her head and kissed the spot he had been rubbing. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok if you do that again.”
She grinned and placed another kiss on his chest, moving up to the left side of his jaw and then his lips. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome. Just promise me you won’t lose it again.”
He was expecting the second thump and caught her hand as she went to get him, pulling her into him, kissing her before she could say something, slipped his two arms around her as they kissed. It was slow and silent, Robyn shuffling closer to his body, his chest pressed against hers, bare legs touching. Taron pulled back first, his gasp loud as Robyn tugged his hair so they could kiss again, her lips grazing over his. The scent from the bubble bath had left a wonderful aroma on his skin and Robyn inhaled the clean freshness deeply, her whole two hands running up and down his back, feeling him feed his fingers under the hem of her top, his hands resting on her waist, sneaking up further to feel bare skin.
Taron hummed happily with the sensation of her hands and lips and could feel himself slowly becoming excited. Of course it wasn’t helping that every few seconds, Robyn rolled her hips against his groin and his eyes rolled when she hit a sensitive spot, his fingers digging into her.
“Fuck sorry.” He apologised, his hands quickly rubbing over her sides. “Sorry.” He took his hands from her. “Sorry, just…” He took a shaky breath, his hands running through his hair and down his face. “Robyn…”
Her body was still squashed against his and Robyn leaned in to press her forehead to his, not wanting to move away from him. “I know…” She answered him, hearing her voice tremble. “I know.” She didn’t move from him, but rested her cheek on his shoulder instead, still trailing her finger tips up and down his spine. While she could feel the reason why Taron had pulled away, she needed to stay attached to him because she could use his body to disguise her own urges, though pressing her body against him, maybe wasn’t a good idea but after another mouth-watering sensual make out session, she just wanted to be close to him. She could hear his heart racing and was glad to feel his hands slip back around body and under her top again, copying the circles she was making on his back.
They sat for a while, breathing each other in, Robyn hands moving to the hair as the nape of Taron’s neck, while his stayed roaming around her back.
“Those bubbles bath really made your skin so soft.”
Her words made him chuckle and he gave her a squeeze, moving away and looking straight in her eyes. “I am not complaining, believe me I am not.” He said. “But…” He rose an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah I know. Sorry.”
“Oh no, please do not apologise.” He felt a red hue start to fill his cheeks. “It’s fucking amazing but I don’t want to rush anything for us that we may not be ready for, even if our bodies are disagreeing.”
Robyn took her hands from his hand and cupped his left cheek, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. “Ok well I am not sorry then.” She assured him. “You have freckles on your bottom lip.”
“What?” Taron’s face turn confused for a moment, until she said it again.
“Yes, you do.” She ran her thumb over his bottom lip again. “Little ones.”
He chuckled at her. “Trust you for the most random change of subject when it is needed most.”
“I say it, like I see it.”
“And you saw freckles.” He grinned, pouting his lower lip out trying to see them for himself but that just made Robyn kiss him again.
“I love them.” She said to him. “I love learning all these new things about you.” She said softly.
“Me too.” He agreed “But Robyn…”
“I love feeling all the new feels, Taron and they all feel right but I agree with what you said. Not rushing is a good idea, even though lots of things say otherwise.”
“Emotions and feeling are heightened a lot right now.” He smiled, giving her a light kiss. “And I could kiss you like this all night, in this position.” He grinned, his blush rising to his cheek bones.
Her little giggle made him blush more and she nodded at him. “Me too. I love kissing you and other things about you.” She added.
“Robyn…” His voice was deep and he couldn’t help the moan that came from his lips as she adjusted herself on his lap. “Robyn…”
“Sorry…” She kissed him quickly. “Sorry.”
“Fuck, I love you too.” He pulled her into him and returned the kiss, everything heating up once more. “But…” It took every ounce of his restraint to stop kissing her.
“A little slow down.” She finished for him.
“Please.”
With a nod, Robyn wrapped him up in a hug. “About the head massage instead?” She took his nod into her as a yes and carefully lifted herself from his body. She had dropped the bracelet onto the bed when things got a little heated and picking it up handed it to him. “Want the honours?”
“Sure.” Taron carefully clasped the bracelet back on for her.
“I am going to get a safety chain put it on so if it does open, I won’t lose it.”
“That’s an excellent idea. I don’t know if I can find it again, if it gets lost.”
“That is not going to happen.” She moved backwards and kicked her legs under the duvet, throwing it back a little. “So come on. I don’t think we can get into much mischief with a head massage.”
Taron grinned. “You think?”
“Well let’s give it a go.”
He had taken to laying on his left side beside her, but once Robyn made herself comfortable on the bed on her right side, she opened her arms for him and insisted that he lay his head cross her chest. Taron of course pretended to protest but snuggled deeply into her, slipping his right leg between hers, his eyes closing as he felt her pull the duvet over him.
“Tomorrow you get the cuddle.” He purred, as he rubbed his nose deeply in the V of her string top, feeling Robyn’s hand already starting to run through his hair.
“I am pretty sure there will be a switch during the night.”
“Hmm yeah ok. Sleep now.”
“Sure, sleep now.” She agreed, slowly playing with his hair. “Everything will play however it is meant to.” She whispered to him. “Let’s let it happen as it will.”
His right hand snaked under her top, the same way it seemed to be constantly doing lately, and his hand rested palm down on her rib cage. “Sounds perfect cariad.”
“And please no more apologies for anything that our bodies may betray us with over the next few days ok because I am not complaining either.”
Taron lifted his whole body, placing his hands on Robyn’s cheeks and pressed his lips to her hard, kissing her deeply, his tongue slipping through the tiniest bit. The little smacking sound echoed through the quiet bedroom as he broke the kiss, his whole face smiling. “On board with all of that.” He chuckled, giving her one more light kiss, then cosying back into her as he had been, his hand finding its place again on her ribcage, his leg settling between hers.
It took Robyn a few seconds to adjust to his sudden kiss and after she shook her head, pulled the duvet back over him, knowing her heart was thumping hard as his face sat lower than before, his nose resting neatly between the V of her chest. It felt like he had always belonged there and while she had one hand in his hair, the other was making lazy circles on his back. His sigh was beautiful and peaceful and he was a different man to the one who had appeared on her doorstep two nights ago and Robyn loved every single part of him and as he moved to get completely comfortable, she had a feeling he felt the same way about her.
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Day 1 of Christmas: Making Hot Chocolate
A/N: This is my first series! It’s gonna be interesting seeing your reactions and feedback! Let me know if you guys like this! Share it, and do whatever!
Spread Love,
-Marissa
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Ahh yes, it's that time of year again. After the Thanksgiving drama and families breaking apart, it's time to bring them back together for Christmas. Sam and Dean did celebrate the holidays, just in their own little way. They never really decorated, watched Christmas movies, or baked cookies. Just a small “Merry Christmas”, some eggnog, and maybe watch a football game together. But now that you’re here, you’ll make sure this is the best of the holidays they’ve ever had!
When you told the boys what you were planning this year for the holidays, they were obviously a bit reluctant. Mostly Dean. Sam was pretty interested in trying something new for the holidays. Sam wasn’t crazy (anymore), he knew that family was family no matter where you were. But celebrating with his brother and best friends was gonna be his dream come true. When Dean finally agreed to this whole thing, he appreciated that you weren’t just gonna throw them in the deep end right away with lights galore. He liked the slow and steady pace as opposed to the hard and fast life that hunting provided. He’d even say he’s thrilled to spend the holidays with his favorite people. Just don’t tell anyone or he will back out of the entire thing.
What you had proposed to the boys was one activity a day, for every day of the month up until Christmas. You’d even convinced the boys to take no hunts for the month. You made up for the lack of hunting in December with what you called “triple-time hunting”. It went exactly how it sounds. Back to back to back hunts with no breaks whatsoever. It was gritty, brutal, and so worth it. Now you guys had time to rest up and relax for the month. Buying a shit ton of food and supplies so that you guys wouldn’t be caught in any storms for a run. And plenty of firewood for the fireplace room you’d secretly found while exploring the bunker on a slow day. Now all of you being left to your own devices, you started on your journey to celebrating the holidays with the boys.
You’d told the boys to meet you in the kitchen about five minutes ago, with both of them finishing up their own activities, which left you with time to prepare. You took out the cocoa packets, got out the milk, and a pot. Now all you needed to do was wait for the boys. Sam and Dean rounded the corner at the same time.
“Hey, Y/n! What’s up?” Sam greeted Dean coming from behind him.
“Remember how I said we will be doing one Christmas thing a day?” Sam and Dean nodded. “Well, we’re starting now. Dean get out 3 mugs for us, I’ll put on the milk, Sam, you just stand there and look pretty.” You winked at Sam and he slightly blushed, giving you a little bitch face activity.
You, Sam, and Dean made small conversations while the milk warmed up on the stove. You grabbed a pack of marshmallows out of the cabinet and made Sam put the cocoa in the milk when it started to froth up a bit and turned the stove down a few notches. Laughs and conversations were shared while you made Sam stir the pot of now delicious-smelling cocoa. When it was ready, you put on one of your mittens and grabbed the pot and brought it over to where the mugs were, and poured the drinks into their respective mugs. You quickly put the pot back on the stove to cool off and snatched off your mitten and plopped three big marshmallows into all the mugs.
Huge smiles on Sam and Dean’s faces told you two things:
You guys REALLY needed this break.
This idea of yours was definitely one of your best.
But for all of you stood in the kitchen lounging about and enjoying your drinks. This little happy family of yours, warm, safe, and sound, beats anything you’d ever gone up against. Nothing could compare to the lively atmosphere of tonight.
Until tomorrow at least.
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