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seriesxwriting · 3 years

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You’re different

Paring- topper Thornton x reader

Warnings- swearing, kissing, mentions of sex ig.

Summary -your kelce’s younger adopted sister but still everyone treats you like a baby. Until you met topper. He automatically caught your attention by His looks, little did you know his personality was charming too. Topper comes around for a sleep over with kelce, but not much sleeping happens ;)

When Kelce told me his friends topper and Rafe were coming around I thought nothing of it. Until I met topper Thornton. He was all bright eyed and jokey with me and I kinda liked it. He was fit yes that was the first thing I noticed but the fact he didn’t just treat me like kelce little sister attracted me even more. We wasn’t even related properly kelce and I, I was adopted but still all his friends treated me like I was a baby. Apart from topper.

“Y/n, Will you get out the front room?” Kelce strode in again with a sour face. He’d asked me several times but I refused “tell me why” I folded my arms sitting up with the blanket wrapped around me. My cups and wrappers were all over the side table and I was watching the vampire diaries loudly, I’d been here practically all day. “Fine! top is coming around he’s staying the night” his arms folded and eyes looked away from me “oh- yeah I’ll clean up” I smiled jumping up straight away.

Kelce knew I was fond of topper and we’d been meeting up with out him. Just the Two of us. Nothing happened we were just friends but- I really really liked him. “Of course, anything for topper” he rolled his eyes mimicking but coming to help me with my cups and plates. “What times he coming” we walked to the kitchen loading the China in to the dishwasher “should be here in ten”. I should have known kelce would take the opportunity to invite his mate around while our parents were out.

I was glad it was topper though, I knew he would include me. “I know you and top are- like sorta friends but he’s my best friend so can you stay out the way?”. I rolled my eyes at the audacity. “Maybe but probably not” was my ‘simple’ answer, he didn’t tell me what to do. Plus I wasn’t gonna waste the opportunity of topper being in my house. We’d practically just finished before the doorbell rang “early much” kelce muttered walking out the kitchen to the front door.

It was almost ten o’clock we didn’t have much of the night left. I heard muffled talking while boiling the kettle to make myself a coffee. “What you doing?” Topper appeared out of nowhere behind me “topper! You scared the shit out of me” I laughed throwing my hand on my heart “sorry y/n” top joined in with my laugher “I’m making coffee do you want some?” “No thanks I’m okay- maybe when the film starts?”. My eyes lit up and topper smiled at my excitement “what film you guys watching?”.

“Your watching it with us- not sure what it is yet” he commanded and he actually wanted me there. It warmed my heart and I couldn’t stop the smiling muscles. They spread like a knife across my face with a mind of there own. he distracted me so much I spilt some of my coffee while stirring. “Oops here” topper grabbed a tissue. “Um- I’m not sure kelce wants me there actually” “who cares what he wants” topper whispered with a finger to his lips. “We’re watching it downstairs on the big tv- bringing down the mattresses and sleeping down here, you don’t wanna miss it do you?”

The blonde boy smiled down at me after wiping up my mess. “Thanks- and sure no I don’t wanna miss that I guess” I sniggered. “I want you there Plus you know what kelce is like- he will fall asleep by one am, I’ll need someone to talk too”. I nodded with a smile not being able to form words. Topper held his glare on me for a bit longer than he was supposed to, butterflies fluttered around in my stomach under the boys glare. “Top! Come help with this mattress” we heard kelce shout. “I should- uh go help” he shook his head getting out of the trance. All I could do was smile and nod because my whole body was melting.

I watched the two boys carry the two mattresses in to the front room taken from the spare bedrooms and then a load of covers from them beds and the cupboard. The pillows and snacks were infinite. The bottles of coke and sprite and the packets of crisps, sweets and chocolate all covered the outsides of the beds. “This is gonna be fun” topper winked seeing me out the corner of his eye in the door way. It was practically eleven by the time the boys had sorted everything and where ready to settle down.

“Y/n come on” topper told me nodding his head to the space next to him. “Top? Seriously” kelce whispered to his best friend, it was Loud enough for me to hear though. “yeah seriously” topper replied straight away with a flick of an eye movement. “Fine! but she’s on the sofa” he eyed topper so he didn’t get any ideas. But ideas were all I could think about at a time like this. “Sure” I agreed remembering when topper said my brother fell asleep quickly. “We’re watching a horror so suck it up” he scoffed as I walked past getting comfortable on the sofa.

“S-sure” I hated horror films. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. They pretty much sat there taking the piss out of the film and joking about kids in there collage while eating there snacks. I didn’t understand much so I was on my phone trying to ignore the film. We softly heard snoring around half one coming from my brother. “Y/n? You awake?” Topper whispered rolling over facing me. “Mmh” I answered “told you didn’t I” he half laughed. “Yes you did” i hummed- my heart beating fast from the film. “You okay?” “I hate horror films” I whispered back to him. I heard a chuckle apear from the dark.

“That’s cute” he whispered reaching up for my hand he thumbled with my fingers in silence I supposed that was meant to comfort me and it did a bit. A bang came from the screen and I jumped trying my best not to scream. Topper laughed again “do you want me to turn it off?” “No your watching it plus I like back ground noise” “come down here then” he hissed it was quite commanding which I liked but there was a hint of a question in there. Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no. I slid down to his mattress and topper wrapped me in his arms though at arms length so he could see me.

“your shaking hun” he whispered rubbing my arm up and down with his big soft hand. I could see his beautiful face now from the light of the tv he was staring at me with a gleaming smile. I’m not sure what brought on the urge to kiss him but that’s all I wanted to do. “Y/n” topper whispered quite hushed in a sudden, I nodded sorta in a day dream. He leant in quickly and softly latched our lips together. I was taken back for half a second but this is all I had thought about since I’d met him. His hands moved to my waist and so I moved so I was sitting on top of him still holding his face kissing. “Top- my brother” I giggled covering my mouth my face reddened underneath. “You kissed me back- my fucking god you kissed me back” he freaked out under his breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages” he smirked. “Me too- Come on” I took his hand pulling topper up and taking him out of the room turning to the kitchen and switching on the lights. We looked at each other and started laughing. “Why’d you kiss me back?” He asked coming over to me holding my waist comfortably in all seriousness. “You can pretend like you don’t know I have the fattest crush on you Topper Thornton- but I’ll say it ,just for you”. His eyes widened and he licked his lips. “I seriously didn’t think you’d like me back- thought you just saw me as your brothers mate you had to get on with” topper tucked my y/h/c hair behind my left ear pulling me closer to his body.

“You know- everyone else saw me as kelce’s baby sister but you, your different top- and I really like that about you”. My body was still shaking not from the film anymore but the shock of it all. “You make me feel differently the other guys” I whispered smirking throwing a hint in there. “This is mad” he giggled lifting me up. I quietly squealed wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. “I know” I held his face not even feeling the awkwardness I used to. I felt so comfortable around him like I’d been with him my whole life. Topper sat me on the side of my kitchen and I pulled him into my body.

“What happens next?” He asked me leaning his face close. “I don’t know about next, all I know is right now I’ve never been happier” I snaked my hand into his soft brownish hair playing with the strands with my nails. “If you were any other girl I’d take you right up to your room now” topper hinted with clear eye contact “but your different babe- I wanna take this slow, when it happens it happens sorta thing yeah?”I nodded genuinely agreeing with a belly full of excitement and joy of what ever was going to come next.

“But we can head up there and go sleep- My eyes are getting heavy” “of course baby girl” he picked me up again with ease i reframed from laughing too loud and we crept past kelce in the living room. We climbed the stairs then into my bed and he pulled me into a bear Hug my head laying on his chest “I’ve dreamed about being in this bed” topper whispered, I laughed whacking him lightly “good night beautiful” he kissed the top of my head with meaning.

“Good night top, sleep well babe”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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By Your Doorstep (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Tessa spend their first Christmas with the Winchesters and their friends, resulting in an eventful night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy this final part! I loved writing this one and exploring everything this series had to offer!

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Reader’s POV

Christmas Night

“Hello ladies,” said Dean, popping his head out from the hall and into the room Tessa was staying in. “Mind if I steal your sister?”

“Go for it,” she said, jumping up from bed and rushing over to her suitcase. She pulled out a box and held it out. “I thought I left it at home but Y/N found it in the hall. It’s your other present.”

“The zip up was very nice of you already,” he said. He tore off the paper and you smirked from bed, Dean making a face as he looked at the box.

“It’s a mug. I made it in art class,” she said. He opened the package and went wide eyed, staring at her as he pulled it out.

“Tessa, this is really good,” he said, smiling at the little D.W. she’d painted on the side. “You made this?”

“Yeah. I’m good at ceramics,” she said with a shrug. “If you don’t like it that’s okay.”

“I have a new favorite mug,” he said, giving her a hug. “I can drink out of it, right?”

“Yeah. It’s fine for using and dishwasher, all that,” she said.

“Well I for one am glad you are getting your minor in art next year,” he said.

“Really?”

“School’s important but you gotta have some fun,” he said. “This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten.”

“I made everybody one,” she said with a shrug. “I gotta give Sam his still.”

“I think he’s out with Eileen and a few other people in the hot tub.”

“I was gonna go hang out with Jack, maybe we’ll head out there,” she said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Make smart choices,” he teased as she walked out. You stood up from bed and walked out to the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist. “She loves me.”

“Yes she does,” you said, a big smile on his face. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes, I do. Besides, I gotta get her on board if I want you,” he said. “How am I doing so far?”

“Oh so you’re curious if I love you,” you said.

“More than you could possibly understand,” he said. You smiled and stood up on your tip toes, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Dean. I love you.”

“Good because I love you,” he said.

“That’s very good,” you said. He gave you a kiss, resting his hands along your hips.

“Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked. You nodded and let him take your hand, following him downstairs and into the foyer where you dressed in your coats and boats, hats and scarves. You walked out the front with him and down the driveway a ways until you were on the private road up there, twinkle lights adorned in the trees.

“This really is beautiful up here, Dean,” you said, your gloved hands laced together.

“It is. Never really thought this would ever be my life growing up,” he said.

“We had holidays like this when we were younger,” you said. “It’s not really about the presents or the lights at the end of the day though.”

“No, it’s definitely not,” he said. “I know we only got here yesterday but are you enjoying it so far?”

“More than. I don’t dread these things anymore. I don’t dread life anymore.”

“Can I ask what your plans are for once Tessa goes to school next year? I know she’ll be living at home but she’s gonna be out and about more often,” he said.

“I don’t really know,” you said. “What about you?”

“Sammy’s interested in the place two doors down across the street. He might put an offer in,” said Dean.

“What ya asking Dean?”

“If you asked me six months ago if I ever thought I’d love someone, I’d have said no that wasn’t for me. But then I met you and things changed. I’ve never really asked if you’re a marriage kind of gal I guess.”

“If I loved him I would marry him. I’d have a family of our own with him too,” you said. Dean nodded and you bumped his shoulder. “Death is the price we pay for living. But I think what I’ve learned these past six months is that caring and loving someone is worth the pain at the end of the day. The pain subsides and it’s still there but it doesn’t destroy you anymore. So yeah, I’m definitely open to marriage and kids and the dog with the white picket fence thing.”

“My fence is brown,” he chuckled.

“I can look past that detail,” you said. “Would you ever consider marriage?”

“Yes. I absolutely would,” he said. You smiled and he squeezed your hand. “You think I’m gonna like...propose or something now?”

“I think I love you and anything else, whenever or if ever that may be, it would just be a cherry on top,” you said. “I don’t need a ring or to be Mrs. Winchester to tell me how I feel.”

“I figured as much. Safer to ask though,” he said. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and held out a small wrapped box to you. “Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

You dropped his hand so you could unwrap it, finding a black box inside. You took off the lid and smiled, looking back over to Dean.

“You like it?” he asked shyly, blush appearing on his cheeks. “Tessa helped me pick it out.”

“Dean are you proposing?” you asked. He cocked his head and you turned the empty ring back towards him, his face falling.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” he said, covering his face. “I never put it back in the box. It’s at home. Oh my God I’m so dumb.”

“Dean,” you smiled, tilting your head and wrapping your arms around him. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“It would make this idiot very happy if you decided to marry him,” he said with a smile.

“M’kay,” you said, pulling him down for a deep kiss. “That’s a yes by the way.”

“Even if I’m an idiot?”

“Told you I don’t need a ring, Winchester,” you said. “Just need you...Mr. & Mrs. Winchester has a nice ring to it though.”

“Technically it’s Dr. and…” he trialed off as you kissed him again. “God I love you.”

“I love you,” you said, throwing your arms over his shoulders. He tripped and fell back in the snow, laughing as you went with him. “Fuck I love the shit out of you.”

“I second that,” he said, rolling you to your back and kissing you. “Your sister is a hard nut to crack you know.”

“Did you ask her about this?”

“She’s very protective of big sis...but she said some very sweet things to me,” he said.

“She’s a sucker for you guys,” you said. “But she’s not the only one.”

You rolled over and meant to put him on his back but you ended up shifting and rolling down the hill with him, landing in a big pile of snow. You couldn’t see him at first but he was giggling like a kid and it was just about the best sound you’d ever heard in your life.

“I love you,” you said as you sat up. He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. You jumped on top of him and rolled around in the snow, throwing snowballs and playing until both your jeans were soaked through and the cold was getting to be a bit much.

“Hey. You want to warm up with me in the shower?” he said.

“Absolutely,” you said. You walked back up the hill with him, picking up the box from the road. He threw his arm over your shoulders and tugged you close into his side. “Maybe we can even have a little fun in that jacuzzi tub.”

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled.

“That’s my boy,” you said, taking off your hat and pulling it over his head.

“I can get used to that.” He took off your hat and his baseball cap, putting the cap on you and tugging your hat back on.

“You’re never getting that blue Henley back by the way,” you said.

“You’re never getting your black hoodie back,” he said. You stopped and he pushed his hat down over your face.

“Dork,” you said, pushing it up and wrapping an arm around his waist. You walked up the road, chilly when you walked back inside. You took off your coat and boots, tossing everything on the rack.

You caught Sam and Tessa peeking their heads down the hall, both of them in their bathing suits. They stared at you and Dean, both dripping water.

“Yes we’re engaged,” you said.

“Yes!” said Tessa, Sam giving her a high five.

“Finally,” said Sam.

“Don’t you two have people to go make out with in the hot tub?” said Dean.

“Gah, like I’d do that in front of him,” said Tessa.

“I was having a perfectly good time with Eileen until you and Jack-“

“Goodnight guys,” you said.

“They got engaged!” shouted Sam, different parts of the house shouting back. Dean pulled you up the staircase and down to your room, locking the door behind you.

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing his nose.

“Hi. Wanna warm up?”

“After you, sweetheart.”

Three Months Later

“I’m beat,” said Dean, arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you walked up the street towards your house. You’d spent the day helping Sam and Eileen move into Sam’s new house just down the road, sticking around to unpack dishes and boxes long after everyone else had gone home.

“Our boy is all grown up,” you teased, Dean leaning against you. “Happy Sammy’s so close by?”

“Yup,” he said with a smile. “I think us older siblings did an alright job.”

“We still have to get Tessa through college,” you said.

“She’ll be fine. She wants to major in medicine sciences. I may or may not be able to help her out there some,” he said.

“Nerd,” you said, getting a smack on the ass from him. “Boy.”

“Girl,” he said, smirking and kissing your cheek. “It’s not the easiest thing in the world, I know, but she’s smart. We can all help her out. Except her art minor homework. I have no clue on that,” he said.

“First semester will probably be the roughest.”

“She’ll be okay,” he said. “What I am worried about it the fact she’s making us dinner tonight.”

“Ten bucks says it’s box mac and cheese.”

“Oh she informed me that it would be epic. I have high expectations,” he said.

“Hm, that must clearly be a good sign,” you said, nodding to your front porch where a very burnt tray of something sat on the step.

“Is it too late for takeout?” he chuckled.

“Let’s hope not,” you said, climbing up the steps. “We’re home!”

“How’d it go? We saw the...wait...it smells shockingly good in here,” said Dean, taking off his coat.

“I’m a better chef than you two give me credit for,” she said from the kitchen, humming as she worked over the stove. “I burnt the biscuits but everything else is nearly done.”

“If it tastes as good as it smells we should have you cook for us more often,” you said.

“Laugh it up,” she said. Dean pulled you upstairs and you washed off the sweat of working all day, changing into something relaxing in time to walk downstairs and spot Tessa setting plates down at the table.

“Oh. Fancy,” you said, Dean pulling out your seat for you. You sat and he took his own, Tessa humming as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat it down on the table. “Alright. What are you up to? This is way too nice.”

“Nothing. I knew you guys would be tired and you guys always make me dinner and stuff,” she said.

“Mhm,” you hummed, Dean smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“This what I get for being nice. I’m going over Jack’s,” she said.

“Make smart choices kiddo,” said Dean with a wink. She groaned and messed up his hair before she took off, Toast trotting after. “Take my car if you want, Tess.”

“Thank you!” she called back, ducking out the door after a moment.

“Well this was very nice of her,” you said. You cut into your chicken and paused, showing it to Dean and giggling.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll show her how to use a meat thermometer, make sure the food is actually cooked,” he chuckled, picking up the plates and scraping the food in the trash.

“It’s the thought that counts,” you said, picking up the bottle of wine.

“Yes it is. What are you thinking?” he asked. “Taco Saturday?”

“I want a big ass burrito,” you said. “With extra cheese. And nachos.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, washing up his hands at the sink. “Wine and Mexican food. Perfect combo if I do say so myself.”

Three Months Later

“You got me a car!” said Tessa, hopping up and down when she opened the front door. She ran over to it and pulled off the bow, sliding in behind the wheel.

“You were worried she wouldn’t like a used one,” chuckled Dean in your ear.

“I was not,” you said, slapping his chest, Toast running out past you. You watched Sam and Eileen come out of their house a few down, Sam staring over in your direction. “We’ll meet you there!”

He waved and they climbed in, driving past with a honk as Tessa squealed.

“Alright, alright,” said Dean. “We got a graduation to get to, ladies.”

“Cheers,” said Dean, laying back on the lounger on the balcony, toasting his glass to yours. You stretched out and rolled over closer to him, kissing him gently. “You’ve officially survived the high school phase.”

“Why do I feel like the college phase is harder,” you laughed.

“She’s already got the college boyfriend down,” he said.

“Yeah but Jack is Jack. He’s sweet. She’s the one I worry about.”

“You’ll always worry,” he said, his arm hanging loosely over your shoulders. “Kids sound like they’re having fun down there.”

“She’s happy. It’s all I could ever ask for.”

“Are you happy?” he asked.

“I’m home,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. You hugged his waist, Dean shutting his eyes with a smile. “You want to get married next summer?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.

“Come on. You gotta have some opinions on this,” you said.

“I kinda like the idea of a spring wedding. Maybe May or something. I wouldn’t mind honeymooning somewhere on a beach,” he said.

“That sounds great,” you said, his fingers dancing along your arm. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Shoot.”

“I almost asked my dad if I could meet you once you know. The boy from the mail room. You seemed...I don’t know, like a really good person.”

“Did I meet expectations?” he asked.

“Blew right past them,” you said, getting a kiss on the temple. “You happy?”

“I got my girl. I got my brother. Got Tessa and Eileen and my friends and Toast and this little baby, Miracle,” he said, picking up the sleeping puppy beside him. “I have never been so happy in my life.”

“Good,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Want to go see if there’s any graduation cake left? Bet it’d go good with this bourbon.”

“God I love you,” he chuckled as he kissed you. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Dean. Me too.”

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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bahamas (iv)

warning: everyone is drunk ! , sexual references

wordcount: 6k

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The next morning, Allie strolled out of the bedroom with a messy braid, a cheesy grin and a blush that started the second James began to whistle. Colin flipped him off immediately, still as sullen as the night before. “Nice of you to show up.”

“I was busy.” She retorted, then immediately shook her head. “Not like - I just showered.”

“Did loverboy join? What’s his name again?” James questioned, sliding Allie a full plate.

“Carloooooos.” Julia sang, laughing as Allie glared at her. “I saw him sneak out this morning. He said hello. Nice guy.”

“He said he had to get to his shift, he teaches scuba lessons during the day. If we’re interested he said he could snag us a discount.” Allie shrugged, popping a blueberry into her mouth.

“Does he teach underwater basket weaving too?” Colin asked dryly, scowling.

“Is that a real thing?” Rafe asked, looking like he was actually considering the activity for a moment.

Sophie glanced over at him, concerned. “Baby.”

“It’s not?”

Julia shook her head at the couple. “I thought we had a boat today?”

“We do. We’re going sailing.” Rafe confirmed, glancing at his watch. “We’ve got an hour, but we need to pack snacks and drinks. Colin, can you help me grab the cooler from the attic?”

“You can’t grab it yourself?” Colin grumbled, pushing away from the table to follow Rafe up.

“No. It’s too big.” Rafe glanced behind him, making sure they were out of earshot of the group as he led him up the stairs. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” Colin repeated, immediately getting defensive. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, you’re being a dick about Allie’s hookup. No one would say a word if you brought a girl home.” He coughed as he unlocked the attic door and a small layer of dust flew up, the house unused since the beginning of summer. “Actually, maybe you should get laid, you’ll chill out.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Then quit being an asshole to Allie. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Colin sighed, helping Rafe tug the Yeti cooler down from one of the shelves. Once it was down, he glanced over at Rafe. “I didn’t mean to be rude. Sorry.”

“Apologize to her, not me.” Rafe told him, looking Colin dead in the eye like he could figure out some hidden secret if he stared at him long enough.

“I will.”

“Good. Just because you’re jealous -”

“I’m not jealous, just don’t like this guy -”

“Ha!” Rafe pointed his finger in Colin’s face, eyebrows raised. “I knew it! You like Allie.”

Colin froze, immediately looking towards the door then lowered his voice. “You can’t tell.”

“Wait, shit, seriously? I was just trying to get a rise out of you...Colin. Seriously? You mean it?”

“The tiniest of crushes. She’s cute.” Colin affirmed, regretting telling him already. “Just - you can’t say anything.”

“I won’t. Brother swear.” Rafe nodded, extending his hand to Colin. “Don’t you dare fuck with her though.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Colin paused, not taking his hand to shake. “That includes Sophie.”

“Fuck, Colin, for real? You know she doesn’t count.” Rafe whined, running his hand through his hair. “She’s gonna get it out of me. Somehow. She always knows when I’m hiding something.”

“I mean it.” Colin shook his head. “No Sophie. No James, and especially no Julia.”

“Damnit.” Rafe sighed, but grabbed Colin’s hand and shook it. “Fine. You’d better apologize and start making moves or shut the fuck up and let her do her thing, though. No judging.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good.”

The door banged open, startling them both as James stood in the doorway. “Yo. You two can’t handle this thing?”

“No, we got it.” Rafe shook his head, lifting it easily on his own to haul downstairs. “They send you up here to check?”

“Yeah, Jules started asking questions about last night and Allie clearly didn’t want to gossip with me around, so Sophie sent me up here to get you guys.” James paused, thinking. “She muttered something about you probably getting stuck in some secret fancy passageway. You gonna tell her this house is your dad’s company house, not some family heirloom?”

“I’m pretty sure Sophie wants to know as little as possible about what my family owns. I think she cried for a solid hour on the first night here.” Rafe frowned, taking each step one at a time.

“You tell her about the deb thing yet?” James asked.

“Deb thing?” Colin echoed. “Sarah’s ball? What does Sophie have to do with that?”

“...No. I’m not sure. I think she’ll either agree or rip my head off, no in between.” Rafe sighed. “Sarah’s getting presented at the debutante ball in the spring, Rose suggested Sophie gets presented as well with me as her escort, and somehow my dad thought that was a good idea. Establish her with high society, or whatever. I don’t think he’s forgiven me for breaking up with Brooklyn a week before her deb ball. Apparently me being her escort would have been good for us. Our family.”

James cocked his head. “She broke up with you.”

“Whatever.”

“Huh. Well. That conversation should be fun for you.” Colin patted Rafe on the shoulder just as they got down the attic stairs. Rafe now sported a thin layer of sweat from hauling the cooler down alone, despite him already having no shirt on.

“Oh yeah. Looking forward to it.” Rafe deadpanned, then put on a grin as they all re-entered the kitchen. He didn’t miss the way Sophie’s eyes trailed over his exposed chest, the way she leaned forward on the counter and bit her lip a little. “Found it!”

“Excellent.” Julia clapped her hands together and began filling it with a selection of drinks she’d laid out on the counter. “Sophie, stop eye-fucking your boyfriend and help me out.”

Sophie snapped to attention as Rafe held back a laugh at Julia’s lack of tact. “I wasn’t -”

“Yes you were. Drinks.”

Sophie shook her head, handing Julia drinks with a rising blush on her cheeks.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart.” Rafe murmured to her lowly with a grin, trailing his hand down her spine ‘til he rested his palm on her lower back.

“Ew, we just ate.” Allie complained, pushing her plate away from her. “Thank you for pancakes, though.”

“No problem. It’s my specialty.” Rafe beamed, gathering up the plates and sticking them in the dishwasher.

“Only ‘cause you can’t cook anything else.” Colin pointed out, dodging as Rafe aimed a square punch at his arm.

“He’s not wrong.” Sophie agreed, reaching up to kiss Rafe’s cheek.

“Aw. Thanks for breakfast, Mom and Dad.” James grinned, patting them both on the head.

Sophie whirled on James immediately, only held back by Rafe slipping his arm around her waist (more to protect James than her). “Stop. I mean it.”

“What are you gonna do?” James taunted, grinning. “Hit me? Rafe won’t let you.”

“I will, if you don’t shut up.” Rafe replied, shaking his head imperceptibly behind Sophie’s back.

“What? You weren’t pregnant, it was just the flu - hey!” James took off running the second Rafe let Sophie go, who immediately sprinted after him through the house.

“Fuck off, James!” She yelled, chasing him down the hall.

“I didn’t mean it!” He yelped as she threw someone’s flip flop at him, nailing him in the shoulder with surprising aim. “I’m sorry! Rafe! Help me!”

Everyone else watched from the kitchen, thoroughly entertained. “You gonna help?” Allie asked, glancing at Rafe.

“Nah. He deserves it.” Rafe shrugged. “They’ll get tired soon enough.”

“She only likes fighting when she’s flirting anyways.” Julia added. “I swear all your arguments before you two were dating was just foreplay.”

“Doubt it. She could be pretty mean.” Rafe grinned at Sophie fondly as she strolled back into the kitchen with a triumphant smile, then looped his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Who’s mean?” Sophie asked.

“You.” James informed her as he followed her back to the group, dramatically rubbing a red mark on his shoulder.

“Okay, both of you, knock it off.” Rafe took charge like always, glancing at his watch. “Everyone go get ready, we’re getting picked up in twenty to get to the dock. Don’t forget sunscreen.”

“You really make it too easy.” Julia rolled her eyes, but chose to refrain from calling him Dad again for the fourth time that morning.

“So everyone knows?” Sophie asked the group, frowning.

“For the record, I was team baby. I think you guys would have very cute kids.” James said, already flinching away as Sophie lifted her hand toward him.

“Yeah. Rafe accidentally let it slip when I asked why you looked like hell that weekend.” Colin confirmed. Sophie had stayed at Rafe’s instead of her house so he could take care of her, and Colin had found her sleeping on the bathroom floor curled up in a ball at 2pm when Rafe was in class. (He decided not to wake her up, thinking she was just wildly hungover, and had texted Rafe a photo instead.)

“Great. Fantastic. But if one more person calls me Mom this week, I’m going to rip your heads off.”

“I told you you’re mean.” James grumbled, clutching his shoulder. “I’m gonna have a bruise. How am I supposed to explain that to whoever I’m hooking up with tonight?”

“Tell her you’re into pain.” Allie suggested, shrugging when everyone gave her a look. “What? It could work.”

“...Alright. Everyone go get ready, I don’t want to hear another word from anyone about their sex lives.” Rafe instructed, shooing everyone out of the kitchen as he and Sophie made it toward their room. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. I’d be more upset if we actually had a kid on the way.” Sophie conceded with a shudder at the thought. “How much did you talk about it with the boys?”

Rafe thought about it, about how James kept going on and on about how he wanted to be a godfather and how their kids would be adorable, and how Colin said he wasn’t really a huge fan of kids but obviously their kid would be family. He thought about how he shared with the guys how nice it would be to have a big family and know their kids would have several metaphorical aunts and uncles, and how much love and support they’d be surrounded by. It made him excited for the future - the far future, of course, but still.

“Not much.” He finally settled on answering, giving her a small smile. “You gonna wear my favorite suit today?”

“The pink one?”

“No, the blue one with the daisies. The one you wore in Nice?” He grinned. “Or, I guess, didn’t wear?”

She blushed, shaking her head. “I think that one’s dangerous to wear around you with our friends.”

“Any bikini is, sweetheart.”

“Control yourself.” She flicked his shoulder in warning. “I have a surprise for you tonight. Don’t let me forget.”

He perked up immediately, smirking. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

Sophie just shrugged. “You’ll see.”

“I’ll see...is it a leave-the-bar-early kind of a surprise? A need-the-house-empty kind of surprise?” He asked eagerly, his smirk broadening as she pulled out the light blue bikini from her suitcase.

She laughed, pulling off her shirt before she fumbled with untangling the bikini strings. “I think you can stay quiet enough that we’ll be fine.”

“Will you be able to stay quiet?” He teased, beaming in appreciation as she stood there shirtless in front of him, tongue in between her teeth as she concentrated on fixing the bikini. (He didn’t bother to help.)

Sophie ignored him, rolling her eyes, but glanced up and caught him staring. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Don’t tempt me, you know I will.” He shot back. “I know you brought your film camera I got you for Christmas.”

“The last person I want seeing my nudes is the freshman art student that develops my film in the photo studio on campus.” She replied with an eyeroll. “Though I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”

Rafe’s face dropped as he immediately grew protective, grabbing the bikini top away from her and deftly untangled the strings. “Get dressed. We’re gonna be late.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She replied innocently, biting the inside of her cheek to hide back a grin.

He paused, considering, then shook his head. “No. Sorry, no, can’t vibe with that. Find a different kink please.”

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, James paid me $10 to tell you that.”

Rafe huffed, tugging on his swim trunks and shoved his feet back into his boat shoes, then promptly slammed open the door, striding back to the group. “James! Fuck you!”

________

Later, once everyone gathered their things and made it down to the dock after their driver for the week picked them up, the boat driver helped them all onto the boat, offering his hand. He was younger, around their age or a little bit older, and Rafe scowled as the driver’s eyes lingered maybe a little too long on Sophie’s bikini top. Then the driver politely leaned over to Rafe to inform him that Sophie had the tag sticking out of her top, hanging on by a thread, and he dropped his scowl quicker than it had appeared.

It only took them twenty minutes before they cracked into the cooler, everyone satisfied with a drink in hand, and two failed attempts to go head-to-head in a shotgun contest with James left Sophie drunk within the hour. She had her sunglasses perched askew on her nose, eyes closed as she rested her head in Rafe’s lap, lying down on the seat next to him.

“This trip is good for you. I think this is the most relaxed I’ve seen you all year.” Julia commented, snapping a quick photo of the couple.

“I do feel very relaxed.” Sophie hummed, taking Rafe’s hand and starting to play with his fingers. “Hm. Relaxed. Relaxation. That’s nice.”

“You’re hammered.” Rafe pointed out, but looked down on her fondly. “I want you to eat soon.”

“Snacks.” She affirmed. “You’ll have to feed me. I’m not sure my jaw works anymore.”

James giggled, more tipsy than anything, but still lacked any filter. “Better for dick sucking.”

“Hey.” Rafe warned. “Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry. Just came out.” James shrugged, having zero remorse. “Can we go swimming? I wanna see dolphins. Do they have dolphins here?”

“Some dolphins. I’ll take you.” Their driver interjected, changing direction of their boat.

“Dolphins can travel up to 80 miles a day,” Allie informed them, confused when she got weird looks from the groups. “What? I’m from Florida, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer growing up. Everyone did.”

“Aw. You would have been good at that, Al.” Julia told her, topping off her drink. “Sophie, no sleeping.”

“M’ not sleeping.”

“No drunk napping.”

“M’ not drunk.”

“Well now you’re just lying.” Rafe told her with a smile, gently nudging her up. “C’mon, I need you to drink water for me. Have some snacks.”

“Here, Sophie.” Colin waved the bag of Sun Chips under her nose, grinning. “Try some. Yummy.”

She batted it away, frowning as she leaned back into Rafe. “Everyone leave me alone.”

He pushed her back upright immediately, ignoring her frown, and pressed a water bottle to her lips. “Drink.”

“Do the thing.” She lowered her voice, challenging him with a smirk.

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna -”

“Then I’m not drinking.”

He sighed, resigned. “Drink water or I’m not letting you go out tonight.”

“Let me? You don’t let me do anything.” She argued, grabbing the water bottle away and took a long drink.

Rafe just nodded, clearly not in the mood for a fight. He knew Sophie was in charge of the relationship, but the second he said he wasn’t comfortable with something, she listened right away. “Okay. Sure.”

“Trouble in paradise,” James sing-songed, only to receive a glare from Sophie.

“You’re still on my hit list.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You and Julia are on it.”

Julia sighed, glancing over. “You’re really still hung up on that?”

Sophie sat up a little more, her eyes lighting up, and Rafe braced for an argument. “I told you no -”

“And we’re both grown adults, Soph, we can make our own decisions -”

“You don’t even like him -”

“Ouch.” James mumbled, shrinking back into his seat as if he couldn’t be seen.

“Hey!” Allie clapped, standing and putting herself in between the girls. “Both of you, let it go. We’re not doing this again. Julia, drink more. Sophie, no more drinking.”

“But -”

“No.” She crossed her arms, staring them both down until they sighed, mumbling apologies. “Thank you.”

The boys all watched in silence, impressed, until Colin spoke up. “Right, well, I’m gonna go swim.” He and James nodded, jumping off the back of the boat, and Allie and Julia took a second but followed suit.

Sophie moved to join in until Rafe grabbed her around the waist, protective as he pulled her onto his lap. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yes. I feel good.” She promised, but couldn’t fully meet his gaze and was swaying with the rocking of the boat. “Can we go swim?”

“Will you wear a life jacket?”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“It’ll be more embarrassing if you drown.” He pushed her hair back, out of her face, and kissed her forehead. “You’re way too drunk right now, you’re making me nervous.”

She frowned, placing her hand on his cheek. “I make you nervous?”

“No, I’m just worried something’s gonna happen. Life jacket? Please?” He pulled it from under the seat, offering it to her.

Sophie rolled her eyes but let him put it on, strapping it tight across her chest for good measure. “Now can we go?”

He scooped her up with a grin and stood on the seat, ready to jump. “Now we can go.”

“No, Rafe - wait no!” She screamed, grabbing around his neck as he jumped into the water with her in his arms, plunging down and letting her go to float back up.

James snorted, splashing water toward her. “Nice life jacket.”

“I’d like a life jacket.” Allie interjected, closing her eyes and floating on her back. “Wouldn’t have to do any work.”

“Hold on - Allie, are you high?” Colin questioned, swimming closer and poking her arm. She’d only had half of a drink since they were on the boat, but was still acting strange and zoned out the whole day.

“Carlos gave me an edible. I ate it before we got on the boat.” She mumbled in reply. “I have more if you want it.”

“You took sketchy drugs from a sketchy guy?!” Colin exclaimed, much louder than necessary.

Rafe swam over with a frown, shaking his head like a dog. “Who’s taking drugs?”

“The bartender -”

“Carlos.” Allie corrected.

“The bartender gave Allie drugs.” Colin cut her off. “And now she’s high and probably something else.”

Rafe cocked his head, looking over Allie. “Al? You good?”

“I feel nice.” She replied, moving to tread water and smiled at them. “So nice.”

“Jesus Christ.” Colin cursed, while Rafe kicked him under the water.

Julia swam over, tugging Sophie’s hand to drag her along. “Oh, it’s finally kicking in?”

“You knew?” Rafe questioned, pulling Sophie into his arms as she tried to be subtle and unclip the life jacket.

“Of course I knew.” Julia replied. “Don’t freak out, I looked at it, it’s fine.”

“Oh, you looked at it, great. Thanks, Julia, I didn’t know you were the resident expert on drugs.” Colin huffed.

“Just weed, actually, I haven’t done anything else -”

James seemed to finally realize the whole group was congregated instead of doing their own thing, like he was. He swam under the water, grabbing Rafe’s ankle - who immediately screamed like a child and kicked James in the face. James bobbed up straightaway with his hand clapped to his nose and blood trickling from it like a leaky faucet. “What the fuck?!”

“Why’d you grab me?!” Rafe defended, letting go of Sophie. “This is on you.”

James launched himself onto Rafe, grabbing at him, and the two promptly started wrestling in the water, despite everyone’s protests. Colin stuck his arm in between them to break them up after a few minutes, tugging Rafe off of James and being careful not to hit James’ nose again. “Hey! Hey. Everyone back on the boat.”

“C’mon, Colin.” James argued, but hauled himself back up onto the boat anyways when Colin tapped his watch and reminded them all of their dinner reservations.

Once they all clambered back onto the boat and James had a towel and a can of beer pressed to his nose, the boat driver started taking them back to the shore. Sophie had sobered up somewhat and Allie was asleep with her head in Julia’s lap, with Julia absent-mindedly stroking her hair. “Hey, Rafe? Do you have any good recs for somewhere we could go for dinner?”

Rafe furrowed his brow, confused. “We’re going to dinner tonight, what do you mean?”

“No, no, tomorrow. I was thinking it could be just the girls, you guys could do something else -”

“No.” He replied, firm. “None of you are going anywhere alone. I don’t trust any of you when you’re drinking.”

Allie stirred, finally opening her eyes as she’d been listening in on the conversation. “We could invite Carlos to chaperone,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d love to tag along. Drag you into some trafficking ring too.” Colin grumbled.

James pulled the towel away from his face, confused. “So that’s a no to guy’s night?”

“No one is splitting up.” Rafe insisted, firm, and reached over to press the towel back to James’ nose.

Sophie cocked her head at her boyfriend. “Where is this coming from?”

“Look, I don’t even let Sarah go out alone here, and we’ve been coming here for years, she knows this place like the back of her hand. I don’t want something to happen to you guys.” He slung his arm around Sophie’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Any of you. I mean it.”

“Man, even my own father isn’t this protective.” Julia remarked casually, then immediately regretted it upon seeing Rafe’s wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. But that’s final say.”

“Okay, got it.” Julia raised her hands in defense. “So. Back to Carlos. Do you think he’d get all of us drugs if we had a threesome with him?” She suggested, only for everyone to stare blankly at her. “Oh my god, I’m just asking. It’s not like I suggested meth.”

“Who’s in the threesome?” James questioned, cocking his head.

Julia ignored him, barreling on. “That’s, like, an appropriate thing to ask, right? It feels like an island vibe. He’s gotta know where to get something.”

“Something.” Rafe repeated.

“Yeah.” She directed her question back toward him. “Hypothetically, if he could get us coke, would you say no? That’s like a rich person drug.”

“Rafe hasn’t done coke.” Sophie interrupted, assuredly, then frowned as Rafe seemed contemplative. “Right?”

“...No. Had to think. Been in the room, though, so probably got something secondhand.”

“That’s literally not how coke works.” Julia dismissed.

“I wouldn’t. I’m pretty sure that ruins the lining of your nose.” James supplied helpfully - Julia nodded in agreement, considering this newfound information.

“I’d consider doing molly.” Colin added. “But not from him.”

“Oh, like that makes a difference.” Allie deadpanned, always quick with the comeback while the rest of the group registered their surprise, because - Colin? Drugs? Two words that didn’t go together.

“It does, actually, but I get drug tested at NASA every single week, so.” Colin shrugged. “Not worth losing my future job.”

“Right. No one answered my question.” Julia sighed. “I’m open to a threesome with Allie or James. Rafe and Sophie, you’re out. Colin, I -”

“Yeah. Agreed.” Colin nodded, then hurriedly added, “I’m not saying I’m down for a threesome -”

“Hold on, why are we out?” Sophie frowned. “We’re hot.”

“Neither of you would share. It wouldn’t be fun.” James pointed out, only for Julia to nod enthusiastically in agreement.

“Exactly. You two are too, like, in love or whatever. It’s sick.”

“We would be great in a threesome.” Sophie argued, crossing her arms.

“You are too damn competitive.” Rafe mumbled to himself, shaking his head. “No one is having a threesome, no one is doing drugs. Not until we’re back under American laws. I’m not bailing anyone out of jail here.”

“Boo, Dad.” James grumbled, making Sophie lean toward him and raise her hand.

“James -”

“Okay, Sophie, chill, you can be the only one to call him Daddy -”

“Oh god, gross -”

“Home again!” Their driver announced with a grin, bumping the boat a little against the dock. The group snapped to attention, with James and Colin grabbing the coolers and Rafe helping the girls off the boat. He clapped the driver on the back as he was last to get off, murmuring something in his ear and slipped a wad of cash into his hand.

_____

After dinner, the group was dropped back at the house with the same driver they’d had all week, who now knew them all by name and knew way too much gossip about each of them. He knew that Rafe always sat in the front, the girls crammed into the back and James and Colin shared the middle, unless the girls were too drunk to crawl all the way back safely, and the boys would trade. They were all tired from a long day in the sun and agreed to call it with a lowkey night back at the house.

Once they’d all changed into comfier clothes, rather than how they dressed up for dinner, they congregated in the living room, sprawled out on the couches.

“All right, games. I have...uh…” Rafe rifled through the cabinet under the television, coming up short with only a deck of cards. “There’s just this and a poker set. We didn’t exactly play family games growing up.”

“That’s alright. We can play B.S.” Julia concluded, clapping her hands together with a grin.

“Last time we played B.S. it ended in a screaming match, and you and Colin didn’t talk for a week.” Allie reminded her, wary. Drunken card games in their group usually resulted in made-up rules that were only kept on track if someone wrote down the rules to lock down any possible room for arguments.

James and Sophie returned from the kitchen with two bottles of Sprite, two bottles of lemonade, a handle of vodka and six shot glasses. “Okay! Ready!”

“What the - guys, I said a chill game night.” Rafe raised his eyebrows as Sophie passed out the shot glasses.

“Yeah, we decided it’s our only senior spring break so we want to enjoy it.” Sophie told him, smacking a kiss to his cheek. “We’re playing B.S? Whose rules?”

“Normal rules, for the first round. Second round everyone adds a rule as you get away with bullshit.” Julia declared, shuffling and dealing the cards out to everyone with a surprising amount of skill. “Next birthday goes first, and if you don’t get away with it you have to take a shot. Or chug your drink for five seconds?”

“That’s me. And player’s choice, I think.” Sophie decided, sitting up and angling her cards away from everyone, looking a little too contemplative. She placed her card down, and Colin immediately shook his head. “Bull.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Take the shot, Sophie.” Colin insisted, flipping her card to reveal a jack instead of the needed 2.

“Fuck.” She muttered, following suit.

Rafe shoved her cup of water closer to her before she could pour herself a vodka lemonade instead, shaking his head. “You’re not even sober right now. Finish this first.”

“It’s alright, I’m fine.” She waved him off. “You’re next.”

The game continued on, escalating dramatically as they kept playing. By the time the first big bullshit was called, Allie had to accept at least 30 cards, the group had all taken at least one shot, Julia had been banished to the corner for a whole round, James was wearing Julia’s pink sunglasses upside down and Rafe had made out with Sophie three times, due to a rule he’d made up.

“Total bullshit.” Allie giggled as James placed five cards down at once on top of a huge stack. She was rivaling Sophie for drunkest of the group by far, slumped on the couch with her arms wrapped around one of the pillows as she wore a happy grin.

“Is not.”

“Is too!”

“Challenge!” Julia exclaimed, setting up two cups at the end of the table and handed them each a ping pong ball. (No one was sure when this was added to the rules, but everyone accepted it easily.) “Ladies and gentlemen, please stand.”

The two stood and took each other’s hands, laughing as they followed the customary pre-pong rule of spinning each other three times before taking their aim. “That was four! That was four.” Allie protested, having to grab James’ arm for balance as the room spun behind her eyes. “You need an extra spin.”

“Wait, dude, you put five down.” Colin pointed out, cocking his head. “Fucking idiot, take the cards.”

“Julia said challenge!”

“But you cheated!”

“The whole point of the game is cheating, dumbass!” James retorted, shaking his head. “She said challenge!”

“I said challenge!” Julia cried out, tapping her shot glass against the glass table to regain order. “Now throw.”

Both of them missed their mark terribly, James’ ball falling short and Allie accidentally nailing Rafe in the forehead with hers. “Sorry! Shit, sorry!”

“Oh, no, baby, are you okay?” Sophie asked worriedly, smoothing her hand over Rafe’s forehead as she combed through his hair with her fingers.

“I’m fine. I’m not sober.” He replied, humming with a smile as he leaned into her touch.

Everyone stared at the two of them with grins as they realized Rafe’s mistake in his own rule that he’d made up. The couple took too long to realize, slowly glancing around at the group. “What?” Sophie asked, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“James missed the shot.” Colin grinned at Rafe, way too smug. “Pucker up.”

Rafe’s face dropped as it clicked for him - he’d made up the rule that a missed shot from falling short meant that person had to make out with the player who’d gone before for at least two minutes. It was a carefully calculated rule, he’d played pong with everyone in the group countless times and knew that everyone besides Sophie tended to overshoot, almost every single time.

Almost.

James laughed at Rafe’s expression, crooking a finger toward him. “Come here, buddy. Do you want me to get chapstick? Soph, do you have chapstick?”

“Do I have to?” Rafe groaned, standing up and striding over to sit next to James on the couch.

“It’s your rule.” Julia pointed out. Sophie shrugged in agreement, not quite putting together all the pieces.

“I’m really honored to be doing this with you, seriously.” James joked. “Sophie, can I touch him?”

“Just the head.”

Julia snorted, and she and James exchanged equally delighted grins at Sophie’s accidental innuendo.

Colin pulled up the timer on his phone, flashing it toward them. “Okay...alright. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Fucking hell.” Rafe sighed, but leaned in to make the first move, eager to get it over with. Both of them had their eyes closed and the kiss was relatively tame, albeit impossibly long.

“Oh.” Sophie murmured quietly, unsure how she felt, but uttered a warning “hey” when James’ hand automatically went to Rafe’s face. She decided she felt mainly neutral about it, but would be a lot more neutral if it was James and Colin kissing instead.

Julia was quiet for the first time all night, unable to tear her eyes away as she watched. Allie couldn’t resist a quick photo but giggled, hiding her face in Colin’s shoulder.

“Hey. Hey! Hey!” Sophie yelled the second the timer went off, leaning over and grabbing at Rafe’s arm to tear him away. “No more.”

James had his eyes closed and had unconsciously chased Rafe’s lips with his as they were pulled apart, but made a show of wiping his mouth afterward. “Okay. Well. Mark that under something I thought I’d never do.”

“And you’ll never do it again, so I hope you enjoyed it.” Sophie scowled, wrapping her arms around Rafe from behind and pulled him back to lean against her chest. “Stupid fucking rule, Rafe.”

“Sorry. Wasn’t thinking.” Rafe laughed, clearly unbothered as he tilted his head to press a short kiss to Sophie’s neck.

She grasped his head in both her hands, leaning down to press a sound kiss to his lips, as if it was a mark of ownership. “There. No one kiss my boyfriend again, I’m getting more snacks.” Sophie declared, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“I don’t know about y’all, but I’m lowkey horny right now.” Julia muttered much louder than she intended.

“Thanks for sharing, Jules.” Allie laughed.

Julia glanced toward James with a desperate look, pressing her legs together. “Are we done playing? Or do you guys want to keep going?”

Oblivious as always, James shrugged, unfazed, moving back to his seat beside Julia. “Whatever you want. I’m down to keep playing.”

“Fuck, I need to get laid.” Julia mumbled much quieter so only he could hear, and he straightened up immediately like a bolt of lightning had shot up his spine.

“Actually, I’m good. Tired, actually. Yeah. I’m gonna - yeah.” He stood, offering his hand to Julia. “You look tired too.”

“Guys.” Rafe warned, glancing toward the kitchen where Sophie was still raiding the cabinet for any leftover snacks.

“Night, y’all.” Julia grinned, ignoring Rafe’s warning as the two strode off hand in hand to Julia’s room, making sure to go around so Sophie wouldn’t catch them.

Rafe sighed, but bit back a smile as he saw a dirty text pop up from Sophie, with a very detailed idea of how they could use up the rest of the whipped cream in the fridge. “Alright. Night, guys.” He promptly got up and left, leaving Colin and Allie alone.

“And then there were two.” The tension hung thick in the air as Allie leaned on Colin, giggly. “Fuck, I am so drunk.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t dare move, especially as she took his arm into her lap and started tracing lines as she connected freckles on his skin.

“I think I’m gonna call the bartender.”

“No you’re not.” Colin frowned, shaking his head. “No. You need sleep.”

She yawned, blinking up at him. “I’m pretty sure my room’s occupied.”

“You can take my bed.” He offered immediately, resisting the weird urge to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s fine.”

“Where are you gonna sleep?” She asked, reaching up and tracing her finger along his cheekbone. “Your eyes are pretty, did you know that? You have a freckle in your right eye.”

“A freckle?” He smiled. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

“It is.” She insisted. “I can go in your bed?”

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch.”

“Okay.” She agreed right away, hauling herself up. “I gotta brush my teeth.”

“Good thing your bathroom’s shared with mine.” Colin reminded her, following her down the hallway. “Unless you really want to go into your room while...that’s going on.”

“No, thank you.” She shook her head quickly, stretching and nearly smacking him in the face. “Sorry! Sorry.”

“It’s alright, just be careful.” He laughed, ushering her into the bathroom. “Do your thing, I’ll fix my bed.”

They’d all changed into comfortable clothes and showered before playing the game, anticipating intoxication, but Colin still wished he had a reason to offer her something of his to wear to bed. He re-made his bed, even fluffing the pillow, before tugging on a hoodie.

Allie returned a few minutes later, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Colin.” She touched his arm as she passed, crawling into bed.

“Of course. No problem. Yell if you need something, yeah?” He told her, smiling back before leaving and turning out the light, resigned to a night on the couch.

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troublemaker II • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: IMA NEED A PART TWO OF TROUBLEMAKER + also R U GONNA MAKE TROUBLEMAKER P2 I NEED A PART WHERE THEY FALL IN LURVVVVV + holy shit ainslee troublemaker was amazing can you please please do another please + will you ever do a part two to trouble maker? i fucking loved it + heyyyy so if ur requests do ever open again u should make one where it’s a part two of troublemaker but the reader is the dominant one this time 😳 + IMFG IM GONNA NEED A PART TWO OF THAT FIC MISS + hey ainslee queen I hope you’re doing good I know I am since that fat Cheeto is finally gone lmaoo anyways but I just had this moment in my head since I read your new Richie fic (which I loved): enemies to lovers but it’s sub!richie instead 😉💜💜💜 + yooooo your fics are sooooooo gooooood. and troublemaker kinda deserves a second part with richie teasing the reader at dinner

this was highly requested so here!! part 2 of troublemaker!

part one here

warnings: unprotected sex, pool sex, brief mentions of being caught, sub richie, a bit of switch richie for a hot sec, choking, a bit of praise, dirty talking, french richie!! also a slap (reader slaps richie), i think thats it but this is rly unedited.

translations: (**DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A NATIVE FRENCH SPEAKER I AM TRYING MY BEST**)

“tu vas me tuer“ - you will kill me

“dit ‘merci’“ - say thank you

“merde” - shit

“oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” - oh, but you’ve always liked her, no?

[characters are 18+.]

2.5k words

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the next day was just odd.

you're not sure what you expected - it's not like a momentary weakness on both your sides could have unraveled the years of disdain and hate that you've sewn for each other.

so, somewhere in your sex-muddled mind, while you’d been staring at the marks left on you in the mirror, imagining his pale skin against your own, the lasting sting to your hips and the soreness to your throat; you’d almost forgotten how miserable richie was to be around.

but then you were all at lunch the next day. sitting at the large family table, next to your parents, across from richie and his own parents. and he started dragging his foot over your leg, teasing lightly and making you flush in heat, your eyes meeting and sending thrills through your body.

you don't think anything of it when richie accidentally drops his fork on the floor under him and then excuses himself to crawl under the table like a five year old looking for a crayon, in fact, you just roll your eyes at his stupidity and continue to talk to richie's mom, who sits a few feet away from you at the spacious table.

a jolt runs through your body when a hand gently caresses your inner thigh, and your breath becomes hitched in your throat, momentarily losing your voice. you look down quickly, to find the mischievous eyes you've spent too much time thinking of the last twelve hours staring at you from under the table, head between your spread legs, mere inches from the apex of your thighs.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you stutter to answer maggie's question about your hobbies, suddenly hyper-aware that when you'd come in from the ocean you'd left your legs and swimsuit bottom uncovered with only a shirt on your chest.

a quick kiss is pressed to your clothed clit and you jump back a bit. “y/n, are you okay?” your mother asks, and you kick blindly under the table in shock. a thump sounds under the table and richie yelps, “aie!”

you cough, “sorry, just-” “-y/n kicked me!” richie calls, the scrape of the fork on the floor making you roll your eyes. fucking idiot.

“play nice, y/n.” your mom chides. you shake your head, going back to telling maggie about your afterschool endeavors.

"-oh, one of richie's friends does that, too." went adds, perking up. you smile, cheeks flushed as richie returns to his chair, fork in hand and a huge smirk on his lips. you glare at him, flashing him the finger. he just raises his brow, puckering his lips slightly and dropping a wink.

"oh, that's right! richie, what's her name? my, she is very sweet." maggie adds, taking another bite of salad. richie's eyes meet yours through the top of his bottle of corona lite, as he takes a swig then wipes his lips, smug smirk making you burn in irritation. wentworth laughs, "yeah, she was sweet until you both showed up with hickies everywhere. i swear, there wasn't a single inch of clear skin."

maggie throws cauliflower at wentworth as she mutters, "went! knock it off." richie just chuckles, shaking his head. "c'mon, pops. shit happens." he defends. his dad, egged on by his son, laughs, "yeah, no kidding. i think every single girl you've ever had over has left with at least ten hickies. you could at least buy them dinner."

"hey, at least he has a job," your mom adds, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting something bad to follow. "- that way you don't have to be the ones buying him his twenty pack condoms every month." they all laugh.

“say, y/n may be the only girl your age we know that hasn’t fallen in love with you.” his dad jests, making everyone laugh. “-yet,” your dad adds, and you glare at him. you shrug, “it’s not really hard at all.” you say. richie scoffs, “you sure, toots?” he asks with a grin.

“believe me, you’re not my type.” you spit. richie laughs, “right, you like a good gentleman, right? someone who will say ‘you’re welcome’ when you say thank you?”

you freeze slightly at his words, heat pooling between your legs as you remember the night before. the way he made you say thank you. but his boldness to bring it up in front of your family has you rolling your eyes. “i think i like someone who will do what i say.” you respond.

his mom laughs, “that’s not a big deal, richie’s all talk, but he’s a nice boy at heart. he needs someone who’ll boss him around.” she winks at you. you turn to richie, in turn raising your eyebrows cockily. he stares back at you.

“oh, richie’s too busy with those other girls for me, anyways. i have my own troublemakers to worry about.”

“okay.” richie starts, “i won’t waste my time on you, then. i got plenty of fish in the sea at home.” he says with a wink, and you turn red. why are you still so jealous?

maggie hums, “oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” her tone is teasing, and whatever it is she said makes went laugh, richie’s face going pink. “shush, maman, you just want y/n to marry me so i don’t go through five divorces.”

everyone laughs.

your eyes are wide, face full of heat as you stare at your food. the toziers and your family both have always been open about sexuality, and generally really close and so you're used to teasing like this from your parents and them, but you can't get over how jealous you feel.

so richie has mind-blowing sex with everyone? you glare at your own cauliflower.

"i'm going swimming." you say abruptly, pushing back and glaring at richie, tossing your finished plate in the dishwasher before exiting quickly, rushing to the pool on the side of the house.

you're not in the pool for even two minutes before richie's footsteps echo down the side of the house.

you hide your glare as you look at your body in the water before meeting his eyes, "what can i do for you, tozier?"

he gives you a smirk, "someone's pissy today." he mutters as he slides into the pool, sitting on the bench under the water on the edge of the shallow end. you glare at him. "what was that shit you just pulled?" you snap.

he looks at you innocently, "what? i did nothing. it was our parents. you're just fucking sensitive." you roll your eyes, heaving a sigh. when you look at him again, his eyes are trained on the skin of your chest exposed by your swim suit, and you glare.

“what? you like what you see, asshole?” you ask, snapping your fingers so he looks up at your eyes. he smirks, “yeah, i do. can't stop thinking about all the ways i could make you scream. if only you weren’t such a bitch.”

your jaw drops and you wade in the pool towards him. “says you. you couldn’t fucking handle me, tozier. you’re too much of a coward.” you spit. he just smiles. “right, again, i'd like to remind you how many times you begged me and thanked me last night."

“i hate you so much.” you say, mustering the best glare you can. he raises his eyebrows. “oh, really? is that why you stormed out here?” he says. he tilts his head, "i thought it was because you were just aching so bad for me that you couldn't wait.

you raise your brows, "fuck you. you were hard the minute i came in for lunch." you tease, toying with the strap of your bathing suit. richie's jaw clenches, but he shakes his head, "as if you weren't begging me to fuck you not twelve hours ago?" he counters, but his voice wavers slightly as you move toward him in the water, slowly sliding to straddle his lap, hands falling to his bare chest.

"you're unbelievable." you counter, grinding your hips on his and relishing in the pleasure that courses through you. "i know how bad you need me." you whisper, kissing his earlobe before biting the skin of his neck below it. he hisses.

he's kissing you seconds later, hands pawing at you under the water. he tastes like lime and a bit like the beer he'd had at the beach and again at lunch.

you drag your hand slowly under the waistband of his swim trunks and grasp the base of his cock, squeezing as you start to twist your wrist. he lets out a short moan, his head falling back against the edge of the pool. fuck, he’s so fucking hot like this. you pull him back in for a kiss before looking at him, stopping your motions with your hand. he moves his thumb to trace idle circles over your clit, and you bite back a moan as you watch him.

“what, are you waiting for instructions?" he asks with a cocky smirk. you glare at him hotly.

then you're sinking onto him swiftly, making you gasp in pleasure and discomfort. he’s so fucking big, but you bite your lip so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. but then he's the one a moaning and whimpering mess, because you're adjusting and still and he's restless. you feel him inside you, full completely with his cock, him at your mercy, and it makes you smirk.

"beg for it, richie." you say.

his eyes widen, cheeks pink. his mouth opens and closes several times, but you're patient. “tu vas me tuer,” he mutters to himself, and you roll your eyes. “i don’t speak french.” you snap, tugging his hair.

"please move. wanna feel you around me, please." he rushes out, groaning as he begs.

you smile mockingly and rise, sinking down onto him again. "was that so hard?" you ask. you gasp, hands clutching the edge of the pool on either side of richie, the feeling of his cock stretching you making you whimper in bliss. he moans your name and it sounds melodic to your ears, his eyes shutting and head rolling back.

you grab his jaw, though, and mutter, “look at me when i’m riding you, richie.” your voice is sweet and smooth and nothing like the words that fall from your mouth, and you feel him twitch inside you. it makes you grin. he moans, “merde.”

you move on him, thrusting yourself up and down on him as the water moves around you, adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of getting caught. it makes you grin as you pepper kisses up and down the column of his throat. "god, y/n, please, feels so good." he whispers, hands gripping your hips. your stomach swirls, still responding to the praise though you're the one in control.

you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling and see richie biting his own bruised lips, his face flushed and chest heaving. his hands are digging into your hips harshly and if you weren’t in so much pleasure, you might laugh at how desperate he looks for you. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down.

“fuck, y/n/n… please, please.” he whimpers, his hands running over your hair and your shoulders, lips feathering over the column of your neck as you bounce yourself on him. you moan into his skin, kissing softly under his ear.

"what do you say?" you whisper into his ear, tugging on his lobe. he lets out a low moan that has you clenching around him in arousal. he rolls his eyes and doesn't respond, so you tug his curls back and he hisses lightly, "i don’t know what you mean." he mutters, cheeks bright red. it makes you smirk, stomach curling with the need for sweet revenge. yes, he knows, but you play along.

“dit ‘merci,’ pretty boy.” you whisper into his ear, using the only french phrase you can remember that you may or may not have looked up earlier today. but no matter, his reaction is priceless.

goose bumps raise on his neck and arms and he groans lightly, muttering, “merci, ma belle.”

you lean back, hips slowing, and you can tell it's torturous for him because his hands tighten on your hips, a small whine escaping his throat. "what was that, richie?" you ask, slowly grinding your hips and letting him hit that perfect spot inside you, making you close your eyes in ecstasy. "say it louder, i couldn't quite hear you. want everyone to know how easily i make you melt."

"sh-shut up." he mutters instead, his hips starting to snap up into you. you're suddenly shocked by his switch in demeanor, you can tell he's trying to take control; you nearly laugh, and you would if it didn't feel so euphoric. he's smirking as he holds you, fucking up into you and making you clench your fists into his hair, struggling for dominance. "so easy for you to think you're in control," he mutters, "i could tell you were jealous. you only want this cock for yourself, isn't that right?"

you flush warm at his words but you just glare, filled with anger so you surge forward, hand wrapping around his throat. his eyes go wide and a moan escapes his throat lowly, his hips stuttering. you hum in mock empathy, squeezing your hand lightly as you pepper kisses up his jaw. you start to bounce on his cock again, feeling so close to your orgasm that you have to contain your moans.

"god, you're so hot when you stop talking." you whisper, hand wrapping around his throat, repeating the words he’d said to you yesterday. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and stares up at you, a new kind of fire lighting in his eyes as he looks up at you, cheeks reddening as he lets out a light moan. "did you think of me again last night? when you were going to bed?" you ask gently, cupping his jaw as you move on him.

he pants, nodding lightly with his bruised lip caught under his teeth. "did you think of fucking me, in the ocean? in the pool? in the kitchen? or did you imagine me swallowing your cock under the table during dinner?" you whisper to him, his adam's apple bobbing again, freckles popping out against his reddened cheeks.

you tut, "richie, did you try to make me jealous today? that's a little embarrassing."

"it worked, didn't it?" he mutters through a clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you glare at him, hand raising and slapping his cheek lightly. his eyes shoot open as the left cheek fills with a light pink color, a smirk on his face that sends another wave of arousal over you. it's almost a reflex it seems as richie's own hand shoots out of the water, wrapping around your own throat.

you stare at each other as you continue to move on him, his hand on your throat and yours on his own, his cheek skin red from where you'd just slapped him. "that's a yes, doll." he mutters, still smirking.

then you're moving your hips in a way that hits your g-spot, momentarily losing your grip on his neck as the pleasure makes your eyes roll back. his hand falls from your throat and rests on your hips, tugging you closer to him with need.

richie’s torso falls back so he’s leaning against the pool wall, his eyes not leaving yours, desperation etched onto his face. you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body.

he all but growls, his head falls back with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched.

"y/n, i'm close, please." he mutters. you moan lightly, "me too baby." you hiss back, his hand thumbing your clit and making you clench around his cock with arousal, legs shaking and toes curling as you fuck down onto him.

his hips are stuttering and he’s whimpering, thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan at the feeling, whispering praise into richie’s ear, making him snap his hips quicker.

you hit your high quickly and it makes your body shake, your legs stuttering as you still yourself on him, moaning into his neck.

you start to move again, allowing richie to chase his high as he whimpers into your lips, gripping your thighs tight. "please, please." he's groaning and then his hips are stuttering and he’s moaning your name, cumming as he kisses you.

you feel him fill you up and you sigh in pleasure, feeling shaky but more than satisfied. his hands fall from your hips to wipe at his hot, red face. you run your hands through his salty mess of curls, swallowing. "sorry i hit you." you say genuinely, even though you know he liked it. he chuckles, hands wrapping around your waist.

"you should know that i liked it. i know you did too."

you can only chuckle lightly, face warm as you bury it in the crook of his neck, still too sensitive for either of you to move yet. he continues after a beat.

"i may hate you, y/n, but god damn if our sex isn't the best i've ever had." he says it in an exhausted voice, eyes closed as your skin sticks to his own, but you laugh a bit tiredly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and comfortable in the feeling of him still deep inside you. it’s obvious that the feeling in your chest when he speaks those words is pride.

"then we need to make the most of this vacation, i guess." you say, eyes fluttering.

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“Natural” - Chapter Two - Embry Call x Reader

Day of Normalcy

I went home a little more awake then when I left. I helped my dad unpack some more stuff while I had some energy. We talked about my day with the guys as we set up the house.

“I’m glad that you’re so happy again. It’s like the real (Y/N) is back.” He smiled at me.

“It feels like it, too. I’m so happy to be back. It almost feels like we never left.” I smile back at him.

“It looks to be that way.”

I look over at the clock, it’s a little past three in the morning.

“I think we should call it quits for tonight. It’s pretty much done, because the movers doing a lot of the work.” I yawn.

“Of course. Goodnight, hun.”

We both retreated to our rooms.

I plopped down on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering about tomorrow.

What’s it going to be like to see Embry for the first time in person in years?

My mind races for a few minutes, thinking of every possibility. I look at my phone, I got a message from Embry a few hours ago.

I open the message, it was a link to a new song he wanted me to listen to. I smiled to myself, pressing play. As the song played, I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs. I followed the aroma into the kitchen.

“Thanks, dad.” I grab a plate and sit down at the table next to him. “You got it, kid.” He looks up from the newspaper.

“What’s your plan for the day?” I ask.

“Well, I’m going to see Billy and Harry today. I think we might go fishing.”

“Oh, nice. That’s fun.”

“What about you?” He sips his coffee.

“I’m going to surprise Embry. Probably hang out with all the guys.”

“Oh, Embry, huh?” He looks at me with a knowing face.

“Dad, please.” I beg.

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop teasing you about your crush.” He says, putting his hands up in the air, false surrendering.

“Dad!” I exclaim, blushing like a maniac.

He smiles before putting his dishes in the dishwasher, walking upstairs to go get ready for his guys day.

I followed suit, I had to get ready to see everyone.

I walked upstairs to find a missed call from Jake. I called him back as I started looking for something to wear.

“Hey, (Y/N). You should come to my house at 11:30. We’re gonna be playing video games. Just walk into the house.” He says over the phone.

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” I hang up the phone.

It was daunting to figure out what to wear, I worried about seeing Embry. I dug through all my clothes.

By the end of it, I decided on some jeans, a pair of vans, and a moderately flattering black t-shirt.

Yeah, I knew this would happen. Searching through clothes to only pick out the most casual and boring outfit ever. I grab a hoodie, just in case I stay out later with them and it gets cold.

I look at the clock, it’s only 11. I had a few more minutes to kill before the twenty minute drive so I decided to stop at a little convenience store and grab some of our favorite snacks.

I pull into the lot and walk into the little store. I grab a few bags of chips, including two bags of blue doritos as they reign supreme, and regular potato chips for Quil-- because he’s weird.

I put the bags into my passenger seat and begin the exciting, yet agonizing drive. I decided to listen to Embry and I’s shared playlist, hoping it would calm my nerves.

I pull in front of Jake’s house once again, nerves returning into my stomach. I approach the front door and hear a few screaming boys. I easily recognized Embry’s from the last time we spoke on the phone, and it was even better in person.

I push the door open, walking in casually and putting the bags of chips on the table.

Only Jacob tore his eyes from the screen, smiling at me.

“Wow, you guys are pretty distracted, huh?” I joke.

Quil and Embry’s heads snap up in my direction. Quil was smiling at me, looking back to Embry to see a reaction.

Embry’s face flashed through so many emotions. Confusion, surprise, happiness, and then what I could only describe as a state of shock. His mouth slightly agape, eyebrows slightly raised. Our eyes refused to break away from each other. He dropped the controller in his hands. I felt a force pushing all around me, almost suffocating me. Though, I felt no pain. I felt serene, this was a positive feeling. I dropped the bags of chips that were once in my arms.

“We called it.” Quil says aloud, snapping me out of it.

“Hey.” I smile to Embry.

“(Y/N). Hi.” Embry says, getting up from his spot to hug me.

He hugs me, and it felt so different than any other hug I’ve ever received. While it felt to reunite and hug Jake and Quil, it didn’t compare to how hugging Embry felt. Though, he too felt like he was burning hot.

I guess my feelings weren’t gone, nor were they planning to leave any time soon. I was overwhelmed with my feelings towards Embry, I could only hope he had felt at least a fraction of what I felt.

After what felt like forever, he let me go after hearing Quil and Jake mumbling about something back on the couch.

“What?” I ask them, looking behind Embry.

“Nothing.” Jake winks at me, the blushing returned to my cheeks.

“How are you?” Embry asks me.

“I’m really happy to be back. How are you?” I ask him, looking into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

“I’m great. I’m so happy you’re back. You’re back for good, right?” He asks, eyes pleading with mine.

“Yes, I’m back for good.” I smile at him.

“You got really tall, too. What the hell did I miss?” I ask, wondering how everyone I knew suddenly turned into giants.

“I did get tall. It seems like you’re the only one who missed the memo, bean.” Embry lightly laughs at me.

I blushed at the nickname. The one he gave me years ago, when he hit his first growth spurt at 15, making fun of me who didn’t grow past 5’2”, when he hit 5’10.

Now the kid’s gotta be 6’4”. Quil was a few inches shorter than Embry, but Jacob still had some inches on Embry. Embry looked way more muscular than the last time I had seen him, but still more of a lean build than Jake and Quil. It would take some time to swallow how different they all look, now. They weren’t the scrawny kids I remember.

“So, can I have some of those chips?” Quil asks, breaking the tension in the air.

“Oh shit, sorry. Yeah.” I bend down, picking up the bags of chips off the floor.

Embry looked at Quil, eyes narrowing at him. Quil smiles back at him, like a kid who stole candy from a baby.

I walk his plain old potato chips over to him, earning a thank you and appreciative fist bump.

“You wanna get destroyed in smash bros?” Jacob offers me a controller.

“I’d love to destroy you all in smash bros, yes.” I smirk, taking the controller from his hands. Embry puts the bags of blue doritos on the table, taking one for himself.

Jake and I start playing, I glance over at the bag of doritos, before turning my attention back to the screen-- determined to beat Jacob.

“You want a chip?” Embry offers.

“Yes please.” I smile.

“Okay, open.” He puts the chip into my mouth, causing me to blush from shyness.

I see him smirking at my blushing out of the corner of my eye.

I focus my attention on the game once more, killing Jacob’s character for the third time-- winning the game.

“Hah!” I exclaim, jumping out of my seat in excitement.

“Cheater.” He grumbles.

“You wish, Jake.” I laugh.

Jake’s phone begins to ring on the table. Bella’s name flashing on the screen.

I begin to wonder if he still had his crush on her, or if they were together now. Though, I think that he would have mentioned it.

“Oh shit. What time is it?” He asks, getting ready to pick up his phone.

“Only like noon.” I tell him.

“Hello? Yeah I’m still good for one. That works. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone.

“Gonna torture yourself some more, bud?” Quil teases.

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.

“Shut up, Quil.” Jacob snaps.

“What’s going on with her? You still have a crush on her, right?” I ask him with comforting eyes.

“You could also call it, hopelessly head over heels in love with Bella, actually.” Quil snarkily remarks.

“Shut it.” Jacob snaps.

I look at Jake, hoping for him to talk to me.

“Uh yeah, things are complicated.” His voice lingering with sorrow and disappointment, his eyes moving from mine to his feet.

I looked over to Embry, who wore the same sad, empathetic face as me. Our eyes connected in grief for our friend suffering with the girl he loves.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Jake. You always do. What’s going on?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“She’s dating Edward Cullen. That’s the issue here. He’s got his cold hands wrapped so tight around her.” He says angrily.

“I don’t know who that is, but I am sure he’s not like you. Maybe she’ll come around one day, if he’s so bad she’ll probably see that eventually.” I try supporting him.

“No, believe me. If she hasn’t left yet, she never will. There’s a lot going on there.” Quil says.

Jacob’s face growing more upset by the minute made me sick. I hated to see someone I considered my best friend to be so upset. A pit in my stomach began to form.

“Well, then there’s someone better for you out there. Don’t hold out on someone who doesn’t appreciate your true value.” I rub his back a bit, trying to ease him.

I see Embry grow a bit uncomfortable for a second, until I look at him and he smiles at me.

“I know, it’s just easier said than done.” He says, still not looking up from the ground.

“I know, I understand. You deserve more than this. You’re so young, you have so much time to find someone. You’re sweet, handsome, caring, tall, and one of the funniest guys I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Jake. Don’t let one girl kill your self-esteem.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder now, as I watch a single tear fall from his face.

“It just hurts.” He says, leaning into me. His large head almost feels like it’s bruising my shoulder, but if it helps him, it helps.

“I know, bud. I know.” I tell him.

He rubs his face with his hands, standing up and walking to the door.

“Wanna go throw the football?” He invites us all.

“Yeah.” We all respond in unison.

I get up, Embry following close behind me; seemingly watching my every move.

I could get used to this.

Quil comes out last, shutting the door. Jacob grabs the football and throws it to Embry, very hard. I make a mental note to not let Jacob throw me the ball.

Embry turns to me, throwing it swiftly, seemingly softer than Jacob’s throw but still enough to make me wince.

A look of guilt and apologeticness flooded his facial features.

“Sorry!” He yells, running over to me.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.” I throw the ball to Quil as hard as I can, not even getting a fraction of the force the boys had with their throws. How did they throw like that?

“Are you sure? Are you okay, bean?” He asks me, almost frantic.

I blushed at the nickname once again, as it brought chills to my spine.

“Yeah, Em. I’ll be okay.” I smile at him.

“Bean, you’re already bruising.” He said, looking sadly at the new spot forming on your arm, holding it delicately in his hands.

“Em, I have always bruised like a peach. I’m sure it could have happened from anything.” I look up into his pleading eyes, watching his worries melt away.

What was going on? Does he feel the same way? I wonder.

“Okay sap fest, we were trying to throw around the football to have fun. Not to make me sick!” Quil interrupts, making fake puking noises.

Jacob smiles slightly, almost laughing. It made me happy to see him feeling a little better after how he was in the house not too long ago.

They continued to throw the ball around, throwing it way more intense than I thought possible. I decided to sit out after noticing how rough they all were, more how they don’t seem to notice how rough they got with each other-- how it doesn’t seem to even hurt them at all.

We all talked about stupid nonsense, like debating on which cartoon characters would win in a fight, cars, and other time eating subjects.

Soon after, I heard an old truck pulling up to Jacob’s house. Bella Swan got out of the driver’s seat, walking over to us.

“Hey everyone.” She says shyly, hands in her pockets.

All the guys gave her a hello in unison.

“Hey Bella, how’ve you been?” I ask her.

“Oh wow, (Y/N). You’re back? No way. I’m good, how are you?” She asks, walking over to give me a hug.

I hug her back for a few seconds before pulling away.

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be back. It’s nice to see you again, it’s been like what, almost ten years?” I ask, trying to make polite conversation as the guys would not do that simple notion out of awkward feelings.

“Yeah, that’s nuts. I can’t believe that.” She says shaking her head in disbelief.

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asks her, smiling at the both of us.

“Yeah, sure.” She looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Great. I’ll see you guys soon.” He waves back at us.

“Bye everyone. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” She smiles softly at me.

“You too.” I smile before turning and walking back over to Quil and Embry.

“So what now?” I ask them, ready for almost anything.

“Well, we could go cliff diving.” Quil suggests.

“No we can’t.” Embry said quickly.

“Why not?” Quil exclaims.

“She can’t do that. She’ll get hurt. Or drown. And she’s afraid of heights, remember?” Embry looked at Quil like he had five heads.

“Oh shit, yeah. Almost forgot.” Quil had a look of realization on his face.

He remembers I’m afraid of heights.

“Where do you guys go cliff diving?” I ask.

“We can show you, but we’re not doing it.” Embry tells me.

“Well, that works I guess. We can include that in our day.” I shrug.

“Oh, that reminds me. I should go help Sam.” Quil says.

“You guys still didn’t fix that pipe?” I ask him.

“Pipe?” Embry asks.

“Yeah, Embry. The pipe that was leaking yesterday. You and Paul tried to fix it, but couldn’t. Then Jacob and I went and fixed it after last night.” He looks at him with stern eyes.

“Oh yeah. That pipe. It’s been a long week for me.” Embry laughs.

I look between the both of them, wondering what was wrong with them.

“Yeah. So Paul came and got you. Did you guys fix it or is it still leaking?” I ask again.

“No we fixed it. I just told him I would help him clean and fix everything else up from the leak.” Quil said.

“Ah I see.” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“You saw Paul last night?” Embry questions.

“Yeah after you guys left Sam’s.” I tell him.

He nods his head, seemingly like the gears are starting to turn in his head.

“Okay, well when you guys are done lying to me about all of this, let me know what’s actually going on.” I snicker.

“I gotta go.” Quil runs away into the treeline of the woods, assumingly off to Sam’s house.

I watch him go, before turning my attention to Embry, who is seemingly looking at anything except for me. He keeps looking around between the trees, the ground, and the clouds.

“Em?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on?”

“Please, not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Just, please. Trust that I will tell you soon. When the time is right. You just got back and I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Em, why would you lose me? You could never lose me.” I say, walking closer to him.

“I don’t know, it’s… it’s a lot. I’m really happy to have you back. Let’s just hang out, spend some time together. Maybe later, please?”

His eyes were begging me to just agree, and I couldn’t say no.

“Okay, yeah. That’s fine. Just please, don’t leave me in the dark too long. I already feel like I was for two years. Now that I’m back I want it all to be transparent with everyone again. I don’t wanna feel like I’m left in the dark again, Em.” I look up to his chocolate brown eyes, feeling like I could see his soul.

“I won’t, I promise. I just… I want to see you, bean. I want the way you see me now to stay, I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes when you look at me.

“Embry, I don’t think that’s even possible. You have such a special place in my heart, you have a soul like no other.” I smile up at him.

He pulled me into another rib-crushing hug, as comforting as it was painful.

“Em, you’re kinda hurting me.” I whimper out.

“Shit, sorry. I’ll be better with that.” He looks at me apologetically.

“It’s okay. But we should probably leave Jake’s backyard and find something to do, or somewhere else to go.” I suggest, realizing how we’re just standing in the yard alone.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to the cliff. And then I wanna bring you somewhere else, but that’s a surprise.” His smile gleamed vibrantly.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” I blush at the thought of a surprise.

We begin walking to my car before he speaks up again.

“It almost feels like we were never apart. I know we talked a lot on the phone, but it feels like you never left. Ya know, being with you feels just as comfortable; just the same.” He smiles at me, as he opens my car door for me.

“I know, it’s a nice feeling. It feels… right.” I look at his beautiful face, beaming with happiness.

He directed me to the cliff where they would jump from. As we walked out onto it, my jaw almost hit the floor.

“Embry, you jump from up here?” I ask, almost dying of shock.

“Yeah. Most others jump from the lower level. We dive from up here, though.” He looks at me, smiling awkwardly.

“How do you not… die? I see what you meant now. I probably would die.” I say, cautiously peeking over the edge of the cliff.

Embry grabs ahold of my waist gently, steadying both my balance and my nerves.

“It’ll all make sense soon. You wouldn’t die going down with one of us though. If we went down together, you’d be fine, bean.” He smiled sweetly at me.

“How? I’m going to need an explanation sooner rather than later because nothing makes sense anymore.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.

“Well, I’d be able to swim against the rough water, I can get us back up to the surface quickly, and most of all-- I’m just that great.” He said with his cheeky grin.

“Oh I keep forgetting about how great you are.” I mock lightly.

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll explain to you tonight. I just want a day of normalcy with you. Then I’ll answer any question you have.” His eyes looked deep into mine, digging into my soul.

“Okay, Em. Let’s have some fun. Let’s go to your surprise place.” I smiled at him.

“Okay.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car. The way his massive hands held mine, felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. I never wanted him to let go, Embry’s touch was intoxicating.

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its-a-humanriot · 2 years

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ooo for the drabble list... maybe 73--"You do have a stupid face."? XD

fvkgdfjy ahh thank you kindly for the ask! I have to say that was one of my favourites off the list 😁 I got a little bit carried away with this so it’s a bit more than drabble length...

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“Butch, would you settle down? I can’t clean this if you keep twitching like that.”

“Well maybe I would stop twitching if ya stop poking me! That stuff stings.”

Butch flinches away from the cloth in Billie’s hand, and she sighs. The cut on his jaw apparently originated from a broken glass in the brawl that had happened in the Muddy Rudder, and while she likes the establishment well enough she does not feel confident enough in Belle’s dishwashing to feel she can forgo disinfectant.

“Don’t be a baby, it’s just antiseptic. I wouldn’t have to use it if you hadn’t gotten yourself into a fight.”

She didn’t really know it had happened either – they had just been enjoying a drink in the bar and Sister had started mouthing off in the background, and next thing she knew fists were flying and Charon was having to pull a bleeding Butch off Sister by the collar. Butch didn’t even have the excuse of drunkenness as he’d only been halfway through a single beer before everything kicked off.

“That guy was knocking our gang, Bills!”

“He was extremely drunk, and the worst thing he said to you as far as I heard was that you ‘had a stupid face’. You came up with more offensive things to say to me at age ten.”

A snort comes from behind them. Charon, who had been cleaning his shotgun in silence in the corner of their room at the Weatherly, raises his eyes to meet Butch’s as the young barber glares at him.

“You got something to say too, big guy?”

The ghoul’s face remains impassive as he holds Butch’s stare, but Billie sees the slightest quiver at the corner of his lip.

“Sister wasn’t wrong in that aspect at least.”

Billie tries – unsuccessfully - to control her own grin even as she holds Butch down in his chair while he tries to leap up and face Charon himself. Extending her leg, she shoves Charon’s knee playfully with her foot, and he snorts again.

“I thought you were supposed to be the adult here?” Laughing, she pushes him again. “Go on, go walk Dogmeat or something and let me work in peace without antagonising my patient.”

“Physical violence invalidates the contract.” The twitch in his lip has turned to the barest hint of a smile that gives away his amusement.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, shoo.”

Charon does leave with Dogmeat in tow but not before ruffling her hair as he goes, and she blows an errant curl out of her eyes before turning back to her unruly patient. Butch is, for want of a better word, pouting.

“Are you going to let me clean that now?”

Butch huffs but complies, and Billie gets back to disinfecting the wound with little interruption other than the odd wince.

“Now are you gonna tell me what Sister actually said that got you all revved up? I’ve said ten worse things to you since breakfast, and I don’t catch you trying to break my face.”

Butch huffs again.

“Yeah, but that’s you, and I figure you get some for free cause of all the shit I did to you when we were kids.” He twitches again as she dabs at his jaw, but doesn’t meet her eye. “You get to talk shit about me and I get to talk shit about you, but some weirdo running his mouth doesn’t get to say nothin’ to me about a fellow Tunnel Snake.”

Oh. Her hand stills. This is about me. Billie had let slip to Butch once that she disliked being the wasteland’s new celebrity. Three Dog may have meant well, but now everywhere she went all eyes were on her and judging her without even knowing her, and sometimes it made her feel like shutting herself in her house and never coming out again.

Even when she was a kid so many people in the vault had looked at her different because she was a wastelander’s kid without her even knowing the reason, everyone had expected her to become a doctor because she was Doctor Morgan’s kid. She found it less of a burden now, but the weight of other people’s perceptions weighed heavy on her.

She’d never had anyone fighting for her honour like that before.

Butch is still pointedly avoiding looking at her and her hand is hovering conspicuously in midair, so she drops it. The wound was cleaned well enough anyway. Instead she picks up a stimpak and gently injects a little of the solution at the edge of the cut. Butch hisses at the unexpected pain of the needle, and finally looks back at her.

“Ow! Was that necessary?”

Before her eyes the new skin starts to form over the cut. It was a bit of an unnecessary use of a stimpak, but she can’t bring herself to feel bad about it.

“Facial wounds get infected pretty easily, it’s better to get them healed over. You didn’t wanna have a scar there, right?” She hopes the deflection is enough to cover her terrible lying, and takes Butch’s chin between her thumb and forefinger to better examine his face. The new pink skin on Butch’s defined jaw has now covered the open flesh completely – by the morning it will look like nothing ever happened. It looks so delicate, and she gets a sudden urge to trace it with a finger before she gets a hold of herself. “All done.”

Butch seems to snap out of whatever stupor he was in and looks away as she lets go of his jaw. With a muttered ‘thanks’ he gets to his feet as she finishes packing away her med kit and pulls his jacket back on. As he opens the door out of the room, her mouth starts speaking again seemingly without her permission.

“For the record –” she says, placing the med kit back in her pack by the door, and Butch’s big blue eyes look surprised as he looks back over his shoulder at her “- it’s a pretty nice face, actually.”

Butch looks stunned for a brief moment before recovering himself with a sly smile.

“Aw Bills, if you wanted to get a closer look all ya gotta do is ask.” He cocks a eyebrow, and Billie can feel her ears burning red.

“It’s still a stupid face!” She blurts and pushes him by the face over the threshold, taking some comfort that his staggering to recover himself wipes the cocky grin off his face. “Goodnight!”

Face burning, she slams the door shut.

#nom writes stuff #I had to get charon in here too because him and butch antagonising each other feels very on point to me #gotta get our favourite bit grumbleguts in there #billie and butch are just dumb for each other actually #oc: billie morgan/hundred dollar bills (lone wanderer)#butch deloria #fallout #fallout 3

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whatgaviiformes · 3 years

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The Personal Trash

Okay, I needed the catharsis of writing this out, but I am throwing it under a read more because I honestly don’t expect anyone to read this. Family shit below

I feel like before I start I have to say first I love my husband very much and am continually excited by the life we are and have been building together, and the only goddamn constant in these circumstances is that he is my best friend always.

The second part of this before I jump in is that his mother, my mother-in-law lives with us, and there are parts of this story I can’t tell because it’s her story and I am not that kind of person. One of the things I love about him is his loyalty to family. I am the same way. Living with elders does not make me bat an eyelid - they’ve taken care of us, it feels comforting that we can take care of them.

But I need to share the context of our home - it’s a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom townhouse with the three of us, three dogs, with almost every space shared. One kitchen, one living room. It’s a small place. My husband purchased the house in September 2014, and it was around when we started dating. One of our first outings was his housewarming. It was, and still is, a starter home.

So since he’s had the home, I’ve been around - starting with a weekends, back and forth, and finally a moved in in 2017, married in 2019, and now we are here. Four years later.

We’ve talked upsizing, getting an in law place if we can. But the housing market is a sellers market at the moment, and things have been good. For four years.

For four years, the family unit has been the three of us. We’ve all contributed in different ways, and in that time, MIL has retired, husband has switched jobs a few times, and mine has been constant. And I *adore* my job. But it keeps me incredibly busy, overwhelmed often. Work-life balance is a bit of a joke for sure. Like anywhere there are days that I’ve gotten off work and cried. Or, checked out mentally that I couldn’t engage in other things. It’s can be intense, but its rewarding. And there was a period through the past few years where I was the source of income keeping our heads above water. And we were - we were fine. But it put a lot of stress on me.

In the meantime there have been some health issues - which I will gloss over. Not my story. But MIL has had few different things, on top of us worrying about COVID. We’ve taken her to some different appointments and such.

We had one such scare two weekends ago, and it kind was a catalyst to a bunch of other stuff that I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes lately. So on Sunday, husband and I went to the grocery store (she was supposed to go on a trip for four days or so) so we were going to use the opportunity to cook a few things together, and we needed to replenish. We were about to grab lunch, and called to see if she wanted anything, and she told him then she wanted to be taken to the hospital. She told us a few days earlier she was having some problems, but only mentioned to my husband that she was worried this might happen. But to me this forewarning was not mentioned, and I was only told because he advised her that she needed to be upfront of what was going on. (For the record, she still was vague).

This ^ will be a theme.

So we skipped lunch, came back home, I unloaded the food and started putting stuff away because he and I agreed that’s what we do and I told him to keep me updated, and she left without saying anything to me or vice versa. Husband comes home because COVID means you can’t stay with anyone. Also no beds, so it took awhile (F*CKING GET VACCINATED PEOPLE SO PEOPLE WHO DO EVERYTHING RIGHT AREN’T LAID UP FOR YOUR STUPIDITY -alsoyesiknowthereareotherreasonspeopleareinthehospitalforcovidjustgivemethisimfrustrated)

11:30 PM that night we picked her back up. It was late, I was tired. A few days later she tells us that she had a lot of time to think while at the hospital, and tells us she is going to move out.

First - you know what we did while she was in the hospital? We freaking worried. Okay - so all of that is facts, details, and I’ve gotten you caught up to the this-happened-then-this-happened. The rest of this is feelings so buckle the fuck up

Husband - immediately lashes out because he doesn’t like the reasons (still doesn’t) and I find out that there was a conversation the day before between the two of them I wasn’t a part of - and he felt because she was not being honest with me, he was forced to have to lie to me, his wife, and didn’t like that feeling.

Me - feeling confused, a little like this is out of left field, and only not completely surprised because this has happened before with husband telling me, and then it never happening, we misunderstanding. and more times than not it never made it from her mouth to my ears. Also it was never for *this* reason. See how this escalates more below.

Husband- “I had to learn to live with strangers, and you just can’t stand not being in control” Me - so wait I am a stranger now?

Husband - do you even like my wife...

and so on. So apparently everything I thought I knew about our home changed in the course of this conversation. What I was able to get out of the cacophony of chaos is that I am insensitive because I don’t interact with her the way she expects me to? And she feels like she’s intruding all the time, despite us assuring her she’s not, inviting her to game nights, and in general sharing in the things that you do as a family like vacations and dinners. And the more we argued, the more little things came out and little clues. She’s mentioned leaving before, almost on a 6 month cycle, and the last time was this one -

So like... when we got Della, and three days in she was like “If they don’t get along I’m going to take Dino and my own place” and so like... hold up, you can’t just throw away a comment like that. They’ve barely gotten a chance to know each other. (they are fine by the way. Della is a puppy and gets in his face a bit, but she’s still learning. They play, sleep together fine, and we are constantly taking care of the fur kids).

And from what I get from the comments to leave - because shit there’s still so many pieces to this I feel like I am missing -she will rationalize other reasons like the dog example above.

So when this happens it sends my husband in a spiral, he tells me because she won’t say anything, and the one time we did try to have a conversation about it, she shut down and made it sounds like he misunderstood and made him out to be the asshole. Then in the same breath tell him its not his job to fix everything as a stab at me, but like continue to talk only to him when it involves everyone.

I don’t know if that makes sense. A lot happens without me involved.

So then - those clues - the hints that all of this is really about me:

health - i stopped asking because she stopped telling me things, so how am I supposed to know what she can and can’t do. but im at fault for like... not asking. but she’s not telling.

home - apparently my understanding and my husbands understanding about the stuff she does around the house - some cleaning, groceries (we pay for) and loading dishwasher, cooking sometimes,. We thought she liked doing them to help around the house, and she’s never told us differently. EDIT- no, she’s told us she likes to help. Cue - you can stop right there, I am an adult and I never asked you to clean up after me.

I feel like whatever feelings she has for me started a long time ago, and she continued to let them harbor instead of talking to me about it, until it got to the point where it couldn’t really be solved.

I mean, I am not lacking the self-awareness to recognize that, yeah, I can be messy, and yeah, I can be single minded. There are days where my husband is talking me and I just space answering him because I can’t or or I just mentally lose it in processing.

I am seeing this mirror reflected back at me of like - I have all these expectations for you, and you are a problem and, but like.... it kind of goes both ways? And I feel like you’ve made these circumstances yourself? And if you want to leave that’s fine, but its not from our doing?

And so in the end *I* feel like I am the one under scrutiny for everything I do or say and how I interact in my home. And it feels like selfishness, and self-victimizing behavior that I’ve seen time and time again, and I don’t really see a way out.

So husband just wants to keep the family together, he’s taking this to heart - its his mom, and there are feelings there about how they’ve provided for each other. He would feel differently if they got the house and she moved in with him under the notion that she was going to save, get her own place. But it wasn’t, and so he has this weight on his shoulders for it, for failing in some way.

And I - well. I didn’t really realize the family unit we had wasn’t working... at least to that extent and that it stemmed from me and I’m really hurt by it. Aside from the stuff above, I am really easy going - I try to give everyone space, and make everyone happy. I shut down if I am processing something. I’ve never intentionally tried to make her feel unwelcome. I’ve invited her to my family vacations, we’ve all equally enjoyed dinner’s out.

And though I’d be willing to try to do better, i am absolutely livid that this conversation waited until it was at its worst. So now I don’t really want to try to do better because I am mad and hurt, and don’t feel like my sacrifices or contributions are being acknowledged, nor do I think she will do the same thing to be self-reflective and recognize her own part of all this. And above all things, I truly hate to be misunderstood. And I will completely shut down under that kind of self-victimizing behavior and thoughtlessness to other people. I don’t want to lose myself over this, in my own home.

So neither path is really an easy or right solution. She moves out, husband loses a bit of respect in her and the relationship they have.. She stays, recognizing your own part in lack of communication is a long term thing, and I have to feel this awkward limbo for that whole process.. if it even gets there.

I feel like I am walking on eggshells constantly.

I should never have to question if a “Hello” will be taken the right way and that’s how i fucking feel.

#personal trash #cursing

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years

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I Could Be Your Sometimes Part Three

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only Notes: Set before the series Thank you to everyone that’s liked and read this!! Warnings: Eventual infidelity and sexual content. If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you. Chapter-specific warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Summary: I glanced at the number, frowning when I didn’t recognize it. I got cold-called by reporters and clients often enough, I’d gotten into the habit of just answering numbers I didn’t know.

The next few weeks found me unwittingly looking for Andy in the lobby bay every morning. It was stupid; I scolded myself every single time. Andy wasn’t going to show up at my job out of nowhere. A few people had sent ‘thank you’ emails and follow-up questions for the seminar, but I hadn’t gotten one from him. I hadn’t expected him to send one (I’d just wanted it). That was for the best, though. I hadn’t let him occupy my mind the way he had immediately after I’d seen him; he’d pop into my mind at most once a day, in the elevator lobby but, then I’d push it down. I didn’t have time to be so consumed simply with the idea of a guy - we were busy at Tactician, I couldn’t be so distracted. Friday afternoon found me sending my final edit of the Bright Start piece to the Boston Globe. I was giving it one last read-over when I heard my phone ring. I glanced at the number, frowning when I didn’t recognize it. I got cold-called by reporters and clients often enough, I’d gotten into the habit of just answering numbers I didn’t know. I huffed, highlighting the sentence I left off on before I picked up the phone, tucking it between my shoulder and my ear. “Hello?” I answered. “Hello?” Came the voice on the other end. My eyes were skimming over the document distracted me from the rest of the answer from the other end. “Sorry?” I asked. “It’s Laurie? Laurie Barber.”

My phone slipped in my grip and I scrambled to recover it and press it back to my ear. “Laurie, hi! I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted over here. How are you?” I asked. “It’s alright! I realize I’m asking pretty late, but Andy told me you were in town and I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? You know, to catch up.” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was an adult, I had friends. It was plausible that I had plans, couldn’t make it tonight. I could just keep putting off the invite until Laurie got the message and stopped asking. It was the more logical option, it kept me out of Andy’s way. "Yeah, I could make it tonight,” I heard myself say. “Really? Great! How’s six?” -- “Seriously? What the hell are you doing?” I asked myself as I caught my eye in my rear view mirror. Well, the technical answer to that was fairly simple. I was driving to the Barber’s house for a ‘catch-up’, because I had made the split-second decision that it would be a good idea. The only good thing that would come out of this was free food - and both Andy and Laurie were good cooks, I remembered that much. But why had I said yes? It was true that I had liked Laurie when I was working for her; she was always nice to talk to when it came what I was up to, my plans for school, what I wanted to do with my life. It was what I had imagined having an older sister would’ve been like. Frankly, the relationship I’d had with Laurie similar to what I had with Nora, but Nora and I knew one another as adults. Laurie and I had had a far more limited interaction. I had debated stopping off and grabbing the beer I remembered seeing in their fridge, but I’d decided that would be a smidge too weird, so I’d settled for grabbing a bottle of wine (from what I remembered, they both liked red; I preferred white, which was for the best. I needed to drive myself home later). I shook my head as I pulled onto their street. I hadn’t gotten dressed that morning with the expectation of going over to their house. Tactician was a younger workplace - it was fairly casual most days, and we only tended to dress up when we had people coming in for pitch meetings, or things like the seminar. On Fridays especially, I could get away with a pair of jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a cropped sweater like the plum-colored one I’d picked out that morning. I parked on the street, shutting the car off and looking in the rear view mirror again. I wasn’t going to bother to touch-up my makeup - in fact, I’d taken my lipstick off before I’d left the office. I shook my head a little bit, straightening the collar of my black denim jacket. "When we get home, we are having a long talk about boundaries and knowing when to say ‘no’ to people,” I warned myself in the rear view before I reached into the passenger’s side footwell, grabbing the bag with the bottle of wine I’d bought. I got out of the car, taking a deep breath as I headed up the walk. “Hi!” Laurie drew me into a hug the moment she opened the door. I smiled, hugging her back before she ushered me inside. The house looked like I remembered - for the most part, anyway; they’d painted the living room and the kitchen. I hated that I noticed that, but I had babysat Jacob every day after school for nearly two years, had spent every other Saturday night in the Barber’s living room helping him with his ABC’s or watching Tom and Jerry or re-watching The Iron Giant (it had been his favorite movie; he used to pitch a fit if I tried to put anything else on). “Oh, you didn’t have to,” She said, taking the bag from me. I shrugged out of my jacket, gently waving her off. “It’s alright, I think I know where the coat closet is,” I teased. She smiled, heading into the kitchen ahead of me. I hung my jacket up, glancing at my phone and answering a quick text from Nora (asking me if I’d like to grab a drink - if only she’d asked me earlier) before following her. “Jacob’s at a sleepover at his friend Derek’s house-- Andy’s still at work, he got held up,” Laurie shot me an apologetic look, as if this was an inconvenience. This was actually preferable; if I was lucky, Andy wound wind up staying late at the office and I could catch up with Laurie uninterrupted. “How’ve you been, how’s Jacob?” I asked, leaning against the kitchen island. “We’ve been good!” That was the thing about Laurie - even when I was asking about how she was doing as an individual, she’d tell me how they were doing as a unit, “Jacob is great, he’s in fifth grade now.” “Fifth,” I repeated, muttering, “Shit.” Laurie laughed, pulling the bottle of wine out of the bag before getting a couple of glasses down from the cabinet. “What about you? Andy said you’re a senior account executive at a PR firm?” She asked. I nodded. “Just got promoted, like, a month ago--” “Congratulations!” “Thank you! I worked with my boss when I was in New York, it was like my third PR internship at that point? She offered me a job at Tactician as soon as she knew I’d been approved to graduate.” “You like it?” Laurie asked, setting a glass of red wine in front of me. I smiled a mumbled, “Thanks,” making a mental note to add that to the talk I’d be having with myself later. “Yeah, I really like it. I mean, we get to work with a pretty varied range of clients and I get the chance to do pitches and talks, like the one Mr. Barber was at.” Laurie cut me an amused look as she poured herself a glass of wine. “You do know you can use our first names now, right?” She asked. I tipped my head forward, scrubbing my hand over my forehead as embarrassment thrummed through me. “Sorry, force of habit,” I said lamely as I lifted my head, resting my chin on my hand. Laurie smiled warmly, shaking her head. “It’s alright,” She soothed. Before either of us could ask another question (and before I could embarrass myself in front of just one Barber at a time), my luck ran out, and Andy walked through the front door, calling out, “Lor?” “We’re in here!” Laurie called back before turning to me, “I’m gonna check the food really quick.” “Course,” I nodded, reaching into my back pocket and pulling my phone out as Laurie turned away. Two new emails, and four texts from Nora: (6:10 PM) Nora: plans?? since when do you have plans? (6:12 PM) Nora: are they like...sexy plans (6:15 PM) Nora: tell me he’s at least hot 😏 (6:15 PM) Nora: and picking up the tab 😏😏 I shoved my phone into my back pocket as I absently swirled the wine around in the glass. “Are you old enough to drink that?” I turned my head toward the sound of Andy’s voice as he came in from the hall. He’d preemptively ditched the suit jacket, leaving him in a white button down and a grey tie. “You’re not funny,” I shook my head, but we were both smiling. Andy shot me a quick wink before he rounded the kitchen island. I heard the “Hi, honey,” And assumed the kiss he dropped to her lips, or forehead, or cheek, or maybe her shoulder, but I turned my attention to bringing my wine up to my lips and taking a sip. I schooled my expression as I swallowed. Still didn’t like red. -- “You actually helped me at work today,” Andy informed me. I glanced up at him curiously as he passed me a plate to dry. Laurie had gone up a little early - apologized profusely, but she had a budget meeting at Children’s Cottage in the morning and she wanted to get a run in before she went in for it. Andy had told me that he didn’t need any help cleaning up, that he could handle it, and it would take a bit anyway (the dishwasher was out of commission). I had pointed out that I really didn’t mind helping, that the work would go faster with two, and it was only fair: I was the reason he had extra dishes to do (and then I’d promptly added all of that to the list of things I needed to talk to myself about later). “How’s that?” I asked. “The Plain Language slide in that PowerPoint you sent out, the one about the Plain Writing Act of 2010, it had those links?” “Uh huh,” I set the dish atop the others before I picked up my glass of wine (the same glass Laurie had been poured me when I’d arrived. It really wasn’t hard to nurse the same drink for hours when you weren’t fond of the taste).

“We might be taking on a case--” Andy stopped himself, shooting me a look, “Is this off the record?” “Shut up,” I rolled my eyes, hiding my smile behind a sip from my glass. Andy chuckled as he turned his attention back to the dishes. I shook my head, letting my eyes drift over his biceps, down over his forearms where his sleeves had been rolled up to ti the dishes. “So, the links?” I pressed. “Right-- We might be taking on this case between a former law student, never graduated, and a ‘friend’ of his. The former student lent some money to his friend, drew up a contract chock-full of legalese. The friend signed it in good faith. The terms were insane.” “How’d the DA’s office get involved in this?” I asked. “Pro bono,” Andy said, passing me the last dish. I set my glass down in favor of the dishtowel. “Sounds like you guys really need an angle,” I said. Andy hummed, shutting off the faucet. I set the plate down before I passed him the dishtowel to dry his hands. “We have other cases we could take on,” He admitted, turning and leaning back against the counter, “But...Something about this one, I don’t know. The fact that this asshole used his one bit of training to fuck over someone he supposedly cared about...Rubs me the wrong way.” Andy’s voice had descended into an irritated grumble, and I had to make an effort not to smile. I was not finding it cute. I was making a decided effort not to find it cute. “Well, regardless of whether or not you take the case, I’m glad you found the materials helpful,” I said. Andy smiled at me, this soft, easy look, and I knew that I needed to get out of there. “It’s getting late,” I said, glancing toward the time where it was displayed on the stove, “I should get going.” “Course,” Andy nodded. He followed me into the hall, patient as I got my jacket. “Kinda surprised you didn’t have any plans tonight,” He commented. “Oh, well, I leave my partying to Saturday nights. I use Fridays to prime my liver,” I said. Andy chuckled. “Very sensible.” “Yeah, strategy’s important,” I agreed, straightening my collar. “...This was nice,” I added. I wasn’t sure if I meant dinner or just talking to Andy - most likely both, dinner had been lovely, but being alone with him felt almost deliciously dangerous, heady. “Yeah, it was,” Andy said softly. I didn’t think he was bullshitting me. At least, I hoped not. Andy beat me to opening the door. His hand skimmed over my lower back as I passed him, fingers drifting over the exposed line of skin between my sweater and the waistband of my jeans. I turned to give him one more quick wave before heading for my car. I got in and drove off, not checking to see if Andy was waiting to watch me go. At a red light, I rested my head on my hand, peering up at it and willing it to change faster. When it didn’t immediately heed me, I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror. “You’re so fucked,” I muttered.

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jamie-leah · 4 years

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War of Wolves (4)

Season 1

Episode 4 - Compromise

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2636

Warnings: Not much, swearing? Minor injury

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In the next week you had explored more of the house. You met Steve properly and Sam and you had a handful of conversations with Bucky about work or asking for whatever you wanted or needed.

Now that you felt more comfortable in your surroundings you made your way to the kitchens, bored. You walk in and take in the bustle of staff and the head chef who everyone called Al. You wandered inside and started picking up ingredients, dancing around the cooks in order to not get in their way.

It didn’t take long for Al to see a traitor in his ranks, “oi, no, I’ve kicked you out of here once. I said that if you came back I’ll be informing Bucky, and he doesn’t like me to be displeased”.

You give Al a sweet smile, “good morning to you too Al. Have you seen the weather outside? Its raining cats and dogs out there”.

Al just stares at you like you’re a lunatic, but it allows you to grab the rest of your ingredients. When you start walking away from him he kicks into gear again, “no, woman, I swear if you don’t leave my kitchen now, I’m going to Bucky”.

You set up on a table that is empty and out of the way of the staff. You give Al another smile, “you cook amazing food Al, but there’s just some things I’d like to cook myself. I’ll stay out of your way”. You then set to work, seeing him storm out of the room.

When he comes back about half an hour later, you’re surprised when no one comes to throw you out of the kitchen. You’re grateful that everyone leaves you to your own devices.

When you finish in the kitchen, you put the food in a tub and load the dishwasher with everything you used and slip out of the kitchen.

It was later that night that someone addressed you about the kitchen. You hear a knock on the door and Steve and Sam poke their heads through your door. They come inside as you pause the movie you were watching on the newly installed TV.

Steve clears his throat, “so, the kitchen-“.

Sam takes over, “Bucky sent us to tell you that the kitchen is off limits-“.

Back to Steve, “he just likes to keep Al happy because its hard to find chefs that are good-“.

Sam again, “and who like to cook for a mob”.

Through the entire exchange you get up from the bed and walk over to the desk. You open the tub and walk up to them. You hold out two cupcakes to them. They look at each other then back at you, “go on, have a bite and then tell me not to cook in the kitchen ever again”.

They take the cakes and take a bite. Their moans were too sexual for your liking, but you smile nonetheless. Sam’s the one to speak, “holy shit. That sponge and the butter cream frosting”, he turns to Steve, “you tell her not to cook ever again”.

Steve scowls at Sam, “why do I have to be the one to tell her?”.

Sam speaks around another bite of cake, “because you know how much I love cake and you’re the real person Bucky will be mad at if you don’t tell her to stay out of the kitchen”. They bicker for a few more minutes.

You let them finish the cakes before gently pushing them out of the room. Before you close the door you say, “goodnight boys”.

The next morning the kitchen saga continues. You get another knock on the door. Sam pops in, “Bucky wants to see you in his office”.

You get out of bed asking, “is it about the kitchen?”. Sam nods before leaving.

You grab the tub of cakes and head to Bucky’s office. You knock and then walk straight in. Without a word you walk across his office and take a seat opposite him and place the cakes on the desk.

Bucky doesn’t look particularly amused, “so, apparently I sent two morons to your room last night instead of my two right hand men. Since they informed me this morning that they did not convince you to stay away from the kitchens. So, I’ll do it instead: stay out of the kitchens”.

Bucky goes back to reading a piece of paper in front of him, clearly dismissing you. You sit up straighter in your seat, “no”. what can you say? You’re a stubborn piece of shit when you want to be.

Bucky lets the paper fall to the desk as he studies you across the desk. He clasps his hands together on the desk, “not very many people say no to me. And even fewer get away with it”.

You give him a small smile, “well get used to it wolfy, because I’m not budging on this”.

You think you see laughter sparkle in his eyes, but his lips don’t change, “call me wolfy again and you’ll be living in our kennels”.

You smile wider at him as you take a cake from the tub and push it across the desk towards him, “I’ll tell you what I told your boys, have a bite and then tell me not to go into the kitchen ever again”.

Bucky could see the challenge in your eyes, so he didn’t hesitate to pick up the cake. You watch him take a bite, a bit of frosting sticking to his lips. He keeps eye contact with you as his tongue darts out of his mouth.

The man is like a closed book sometimes. You had no idea how he was reacting as he put the cake down and leans back in his chair. He watches you the way you’re watching him before speaking, “I’m not backing down”.

You suppress a smile, “you didn’t tell me never to cook in the kitchens again, so neither am I”.

He sighs, “a compromise then. Al finishes in the kitchen around nine at night and he starts at five in the morning. You’re free to use the kitchens at the times in between”.

You beam at him, “deal”.

As you get up from the chair he speaks again before you can pick up the tub of cupcakes, “you can leave the tub here. Consider it payment for my troubles”. He doesn’t look at you as he says it, he just keeps scribbling notes on paper. You leave his office with a smile and a spring in your step.

Another week goes by quickly, but this week seemed to be going slower. Your heart said it had something to do with the fact that Bucky was away on a business trip, but your head told you that you were being ridiculous.

You have moments when your mind wanders where you think about Bucky, but you catch yourself before you can go too far. You heard rumours between a few people in the house that he had a soft spot for you after the kitchen saga, but you always chalked it up to him wanting to keep you happy due to your unique abilities.

You also didn’t see what Bucky would want with former trash when Adalee was around. Last week you had glares from her whenever you saw her, but ever since the rumours her glares had intensified.

You were caught up thinking about it all when you see her pop up down the hall from you. You were about to go down to the kitchens again, empty tub in hand, and sadly you had to walk passed her to get there.

As you get close you avert eye contact. Its not that you’re scared of her or submissive, but you just can’t be bothered to deal with her pettiness. Only thing is, you weren’t paying attention to her, so when she flicked her heeled foot out, you went sprawling.

Your knee hits the hard floor as your tub clatters and slides away from you. Before you or Adalee can say anything, you hear a familiar voice.

Steve suddenly appears at your side, “you okay?”.

He helps you stand, and you look around to find that Adalee has vanished. You look back to Steve, “yeah, I’m fine, I just tripped”.

He looks at you, brows furrowed, “you sure you just tripped, and it had nothing to do with a certain woman that was standing here moments ago?”.

You swallow, “it’s nothing Steve, don’t bother him with petty bullshit. It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going”. You go to walk to pick up your tub, but your knee can’t take the weight and you nearly fall again.

Lucky Steve has quick reflexes as you suck air in between your teeth at the pain in your knee.

Steve lifts you up, “I’m taking you to the medical wing”.

You start to protest, “no, Steve, it’s nothing, just a little bang on my knee-wait…we have a medical wing?”.

Steve chuckles, “yeah, we have a medical wing, it just makes sense with our profession, time can make all the difference. And I’m taking you to be safe, if something was wrong I’m the one that would get flayed alive by Buck”.

So, Steve takes you to the medical wing that you never knew existed, just for the doctor to tell you that your knee is bruised but that you’ll live. Despite even more protest Steve carries you all the way back to your room.

As he makes his way there you say quietly, “don’t tell him Steve, it’s pointless to add more shit to his already busy pile. As long as I’m alive, I’m sure he doesn’t care all that much anyway”.

Steve gives you a tired smile, “he’ll only hear it off someone else that you went to med wing Y/N”. You sigh, knowing he’s right.

Bucky was longer than a week away on the business trip. A part of you was grateful as it allowed your knee to heal completely, but the days felt longer without knowing he was in the building.

He came back late in the night as you heard the cars pull up outside. You were having trouble sleeping, so decided to read in bed. It wasn’t long after you heard the cars that you made out a soft knock on your door.

Bucky opens the door to see you sitting up in bed, so he opens the door fully, but stays in your doorway, “I hope you don’t mind the late visit, I saw your light on and thought you might still be awake”.

You give him a tired smile of reassurance before he carries on, “Steve told me you went to med wing, I wanted to make sure everything was alright? I mean Steve said it was just a bruised knee, but I wanted to make sure everything healed okay?”.

You nod as you take in his worn form. He was in smart black trousers, white shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was messy, and his eyes looked red from lack of sleep. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was worried about you when he was so tired. He speaks again, his voice low, “anything else you want to tell me?”.

You shake your head. He lingers for a moment and starts to turn away, but you stop him, “actually yeah. Take a day off tomorrow, you look tired. Or compromise and have a lie in at least”.

He gives you a half smile and nods, “deal…goodnight Doll”. The name rolled off his tongue so easily that you didn’t pick up on it until after he closed your door. You went to bed with butterflies that night but tried to ignore it.

Through another week Adalee didn’t stop. She would glare and sneer at you and every opportunity she got to bump into your shoulder or try to trip you up. And though they were little things, it was constant.

You didn’t want to, but you had decided to mention it to Bucky. It was in the evening when you went looking for him. He wasn’t in his office or his room. You searched half the house before you ended up at the built-in gym.

You open the doors and find Bucky at the punching bag. He was in black sweatpants but was shirtless. He was pounding away at the bag like his life depended on it. You could see some scars littering his body and the scars around his metal arm. Under the lights you could see sweat rolling down his broad back as the muscles shift with each punch.

While you were staring at him, Bucky glances back before speaking through pants, “what do you want?”.

His tone was angry and abrupt. He might as well have said go away. You knew something was wrong, so it felt stupid to complain about Adalee now. You decide to not tell him, “are you okay?”.

The bag takes a few more hits, “fine”.

You snort, “okie dokie Pinocchio, your nose just got bigger from lying. Its okay if you don’t want to talk about it”.

The only sounds that fill the space is punches on the bag and Bucky’s harsh breathing. You watch him for a while as you sit down on a bench. You stay in the gym with him in silence for a while, until his hits became less aggressive and his breath not as harsh.

You then ask him a question, “what’s your favourite food?”.

He barely glances at you, “go away Y/N”.

You cross your legs on the bench and get even comfier after his words. The silence comes back, but after a while he speaks again, “pizza”.

You smile, “ooo good choice. What’s your favourite colour?”

His response is quicker, “black”.

You laugh, “I should have guessed. Are you afraid of spiders?”.

Bucky actually stops his punching to look at you with one arched eyebrow. You give him an innocent look, “what?”.

“I’ve killed men and you’re asking if I’m afraid of spiders?”, you see a smile playing at his lips.

You laugh again, “we’re all afraid of something and its usually irrational”.

Bucky chuckles, “no, I’m not afraid of spiders”. He punches the bag one more time, before grabbing it to stop it from swinging. He looks to you, “what are you doing Y/N?”.

You avoid his real question, “asking you questions”.

Bucky sighs, “yes, but why?”.

You ignore it, because honestly you didn’t know, “what’s your real name?”.

Bucky makes his way over to you and sits next to you on the bench. He stares at his hands as you watch sweat droplets race down his skin. Luckily, he lets you avoid the question, “James”.

You turn it around in your head for a few moments, “I like it. But where does Bucky come from?”.

“My middle name, Buchanan”, he looks up at you to see your reaction.

You smile, “I think it suits you”.

Before Bucky can talk again, the doors open and Adalee starts to walk through. You feel the rumble of Bucky’s growl, “fuck off Adalee”.

She narrows her eyes at him, “and why the fuck does she get to stay?”.

Bucky continues his growl, “get the fuck out, we’re talking about business”.

She glares at you, before looking at Bucky, “fuck you Bucky”. She leaves with a slam of the doors.

You raise your eyebrows, “your girlfriend is crazy”.

Bucky looks at you and laughs, “she isn’t my girlfriend…far from it. She’s more like a fly I can’t seem to get rid of”. For some reason his words please you, but you don’t focus on it as you and Bucky talk more for a while.

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jiilys · 4 years

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good crimes

also on ao3

Lily Evans to Sirius Black: do u think i should get a fringe

Sirius Black: depends if u want james to fuck you again

Lily Evans: harsh

Lily Evans: a fringe wont effect my GREAT boobs

Lily Evans: ive rung mar im doing it anyway get fucked

Sirius Black: have fun becoming a born again virgin just to spite me

“Do you think Jane Austen could’ve written more convincingly about love if she’d been married?”

Sirius, lying on his bed scrolling through Twitter and ignoring Remus’ emails, didn’t look up.

“Jane Assrim?”

“Jane Austen,” Lily flopped onto the bed and made Sirius drop his phone down the side of it. “I’ve just read the most infuriating article”

Sirius, phoneless, not quite ready to let the joke go: “Jane Offramp, did you say?”

“- think you have to married to write about love? Is it a fucking prerequisite? And what does ‘write convincingly about love’ even mean? Like Sense and Sensibility isn’t fucking incredible-”

“That was a good movie.”

Lily turned to him, “I know you read the book.” He had, but only because it was cheaper than getting Lily a birthday present last year.

“He said Sense and Sensibility would’ve been more convincing if Jane was married?”

“Yes. I mean, I’m paraphrasing, but yes.”

“She wasn’t?”

“No. Do you listen when I talk?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“Pity. Maybe then you’d be better at pub quizzes.”

“One time!” Sirius shoved his hand down the side of the bed, grasping for the phone, “One fucking quiz! I’d had eleven gins!”

“It was seven gins”

“Thirteen gins!”

“Seven, at best.” Lily sat up, “I don’t know what to do about this, I’m thinking about scrapping my entire thesis to exclusively write about why this guy sucks one.”

Sirius finally grasped the phone, “That sounds unwise.”

“We won’t know till I’ve tried it.”

“I think we know now.”

“Buzzkill. Go have another gin.”

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: you home for dinner tonight

Lily Evans: ill be in

Sirius Black: im going to combine spaghetti and baked beans in a pot and make spaghetti beans

Lily Evans: im out

Sirius Black: ive bought wine

Lily Evans: back in

“You’re not naked in there are you!”

“Why would I be naked?”

Sirius poked his head around the door holding a cup of tea. Lily was sat on the bed, laptop open, fully clothed. He ventured inside. “’Heard Potter and didn’t want to interrupt kinky shit.”

“We’re trying to decide how to email my landlord about mowing the lawn,” James’ voice, crackly, through the laptop, “But if that does it for you Black I’m not judging.” He’s wearing a top that is definitely Remus’ and hasn’t bothered to button it.

“Have you brought me a tea?” Lily asked, sweetly.

“No. I came to ask if you knew where the sieve was and Potter’s out here with his shirt undone like this is a porno.”

“Sorry for turning you on this early.” James said, gleeful.

Lily leant back against her pillows. “Give me the tea and I’ll tell you where the sieve is”

James, the traitor, laughed. Sirius squinted. “Are you kidding.”

Lily held out a hand and after taking a second to weigh his options (leave, sieveless, back at square one or hand over the tea, make a new one, gain sieve). Sirius gave her the mug.

Lily blew on it. “We don’t have a sieve” She said, solemnly, and James howled. Sirius lunged for the tea.

“Kidding!” Lily swooped it out of his reach as James continued to make inhuman noises that were surely annoying at least half of the California population, “Top drawer above the oven!”

Unknown to Lily Evans: lill

Unknown: its siriius

Unknown: am out lost phone pls call uber

Lily Evans: where are you

Unknown: nandos on main

Lily Evans: the one where i broke my heel or the one you and james are banned from

Unknown: banned

Lily Evans: number plate is JKY879 u have three minutes

Unknown: thank u lpve u

James Potter to Sirius Black: call me

Sirius Black: you call me

Sirius Black: im not paying three pounds a minute for you to tell me to check my email

James Potter: its not abt emails

James Potter: we’ll bill it to the company

Sirius Black: we are the company

Sirius let the phone ring four times before he picked up. “’Bill it to the company’ are you mad?”

“I’ve literally left a meeting to ring you and you can’t even pick up quickly. What was the name of that guy from that 2014, that investor, hated us-”

“All of them.”

“But he liked Remus-”

“Again, all of them.”

“-had that terrible tie, remember? It had birds on it and his last name was, like, ‘brain’ or something and he got really shitty when we wouldn’t stop going on-“

“Harvey Brain. Pronounced Bry-an” Sirius said, instantly, “We nicked those mints they had in reception.”

“Brilliant. ‘Ring you when I’m out of this.”

“You look terrible” Sirius said to Lily, who did.

“The fringe does not react well to heat.” She opened the fridge and stuck her head inside it.

Sirius, in a show of great maturity, did not say ‘I told you so’. Lily, who knew he was thinking it, said “Shut up” anyway, so what was the point.

Lily Evans to Sirius Black: so help me god. if the dishwasher isnt empty when i get home. i will murder you. actual and full death will come your way

Lily Evans: this is not a joke i will actually kill you sirius

Sirius Black: mark zuckerdick if ur reading these she rlly is threating me

Sirius Black: call mi6

Lily Evans: ill happily go to jail if people empty the dishwasher there

“I need you to come get me-“

Lily sat up, “Who is this?”

“Fuck off” Sirius’ voice, annoyed, vaguely drunk but mostly not, “I know you know”

“I was asleep.”

“You don’t sleep.”

She avoided that. “What happened?”

“Bar. Fight. He started it.”

“Oh really.”

“Believe me, would you?”

“I try but it’s hard seeing as I know you.”

“Don’t tell the boys. I’m in Croydon.”

“Croydon?”

“Don’t start. I’ll pay your cab fare.”

“You won’t”

“I will. Be quick.”

Lily, already with shoes on, “I’m not even out of bed”

“Liar.”

“Do I need bail money?”

“I’m at the hospital”

“What?” Lily’s heart, suddenly in her knees.

“Bruised ribs. It’s nothing. They won’t let me walk out alone.”

“Hospital?-“

“Some snitches. Black eye. It’s nothing. You should-“

“Don’t say ‘see the other guy’-“

“I was going to say ‘see me’ by which I mean hurry up-“

“Ungrateful!” Lily pulled on a fresh shirt, hands reaching for her house keys, “Watch yourself or I won’t come.”

“You bloody will.”

“Yeah.” Reaching for the door handle, “hey-“

“Yeah?”

“No murders?” their dumb code meaning, you good? Meaning: do I have to kill for you? Meaning: I would, just say.

“No murders.”

“See you in forty, don’t say-“

“Speed.”

“Asshole. I hope I get every light.”

Lily Evans to we’re not calling the company massivesoft: remus tell potter anytime he wants to talk to me and not my boss i am available

Remus Lupin: isn’t he talking to you??

Lily Evans: he always rings me on the work phone hes been talking to narelle for fifteen minutes

James Potter: dont be jealous that narelle and i have a special relationship

Lily Evans: didnt think my greatest threat would be my 57 year old boss and yet

Remus Lupin: yeah i had bets on sirius

Sirius Black: honestly me too fuck up narelle

“Would it fucking kill you to remember anything-“

“Moony, hold on-“

“I’m serious-“

“Actually I’m-“

“Fucking don’t I swear to Christ-“

Sirius grinned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “I forgot, shit- I forgot about the call, I’m sorry.”

Remus sighed, bone-deep and familiar, “I need you on those things. Otherwise I just get-“

“- Walked over.”

“Out-negotiated-“ He sighed again.

Sirius bit his lip, “Did it go well?”

“I rescheduled. I can’t do that shit without you.”

He smiled. “World’s worst lawyer.”

“This is business. It requires a blind confidence and ability to bullshit which-“

“- I contain in multitudes.”

“Look at you, quoting me.”

“If you were any good at business you’d bill me for that.”

Remus snorted. Sirius could picture it, Remus, exhausted, rubbing his face over his computer, almost laughing. “I am sorry about missing the call.”

“I know.” Remus, leaning back against his office chair, head to the ceiling, phone to his ear. Sirius could feel it like a toothache. “It’s bullshit that you’re not here. If you were here I could force you onto the phone.”

“Oh Moony, it’s almost like you miss me.”

“It’s this heat, it’s making me fucking crazy. How are you, anyway? Lil said she’s growing out the fringe due to your bullying.”

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: what the fuck is in the fridge

Lily Evans: is this about the bird

Lily Evans: the neighbours cat was eating it!! i had to bring it inside

Lily Evans: the bin was full and we’re out of bags i didn’t know where else to put it

Lily Evans: i thought if i left it out it would start to smell

Lily Evans: I wrapped it up!! i couldn’t just leave it!!

Lily Evans: can’t believe im getting roasted for caring about nature

Sirius Black: was actually talking about the skim milk but glad we got the bird thing out of the way

“Mar’s coming round,” Lily said, “She’s bringing wine.”

“I thought you had that test thing.” Sirius was eating sour cream with a spoon right out of the pot.

“That was today, it went fine. But Nathan sent Mar a follow request on Instagram, then messaged her on Facebook to ask if she’d gotten it.”

“Hence the wine.”

“Yeah, he’s not blessed with your moves.” Two years ago, drunk on New Year’s Eve, Marlene and Sirius had fucked in Remus’ bed. This was a source of constant amusement for everyone, except briefly for Remus while it was occurring.

“What I have can’t be taught.”

“But it can be caught,” Lily took the sour cream out of his hands, “You’re foul. We’re making popcorn.”

Lily Evans to Sirius Black: remus just told me what him and james call us

Sirius Black: is it not our names

Lily Evans: the lady and the tramp

Sirius Black: HA

Sirius Black: found my next tattoo

“Your party sucks.” Lily said, shutting the sliding door. Inside, she hears a glass break.

“Most of them are your friends.” Sirius, chain-smoking over the balcony, didn’t look over. Lily walked over to stand next to him.

“It’s the music that’s the problem.” Mary’s voice, mixed in with thumping drum and base, seeped under the door, apologising about the glass. The balcony was littered with cigarette butts. “Twenty-three, Black. You’re proper old now.”

“Tell me about it.”

“We need some Springsteen.” She said, which actually meant we need James. “Whose playlist is this? Where’s Born to Run?” Sirius doesn’t say anything.

The horrible thing was, when James had first told her about the Visa issue she’d thought it was funny. It was funny, to everyone, at the time. Sirius, on some USA Visa watchlist because of some prank he’d pulled on this mother at fourteen that grounded two planes and killed four seagulls. Now, in the dark, in this year, it seemed entirely less funny. James and Remus in Silicon Valley, setting up the company for real and Sirius, left behind. Eleven again, still.

He flicked his cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his foot, still hunched over the railing. Lily put her head on his shoulder and hummed the chorus of ‘Hungry Heart’ quietly, and Sirius is pulled back to this year, twenty-three, with broken glass inside the flat, grounded again.

James Potter to exclusively business: god this accountant smells like cheese

Sirius Black to exclusively business: that’s not very businessesy

James Potter: ur right

James Potter created the group cheesy accountant

James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Sirius Black: are you seeing the accountant for the business though??

James Potter: god right again

James Potter created the group exclusively cheesy accountant business

James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin: is this why ur in the goddamn bathroom james get back here

Sirius Black: does he smell like cheese moons

Remus Lupin: it is pungent yes

“The service here is terrible.” Sirius said, slumping on the counter and looking awful.

“He means can we please have some fries.” Marlene said, looking marginally better, wearing Sirius’ jacket.

“Funny,” Lily skated over, “Didn’t sound like it.”

Marlene grinned, “Rollerblades day?” Sirius’ head jerked up.

“Jay’s here so Narelle is making us.” Lily said, flatly, and pretended to charge them, “Swipe your card, or something.”

“Every day should be rollerblades day.” Sirius was recovering quickly, “No one rocks The Blades like you do-“

Lily ignored him. “At least pretend to swipe a debt card Mar, what is that?”

Marlene held it up, “My library card.”

“I’m going to start calling you ‘Blades’, recognise your talent-“

“Go away.” Marlene and Lily said, nearly in unison. Sirius held his hands up and slunk off.

“He was basically in a coma this morning,” Marlene swiped her library card, pretended to type a pin, “I had to drag him here, this is giving me an error notice by the way.”

“Stop pressing buttons, was it a good night?”

“It was alright. I lost him” she jerked her thumb to Sirius, collapsed against a table, “But ended up seeing him later. Wish you were there- I think I’ve broken this machine. It won’t give me my card back-“

“Christ, how have you done this-“

“Me? It’s your machine-“

“When are you even at the library-“

“Are you saying I can’t read-“

“What? When did I say that-“

“I’ll pull this side, you pull the other-“

“That is a terrible idea-“

“Ready?”

Sirius, appearing from nowhere, yanked the card out in one swift motion and presented it to Marlene. “McKinnon, I didn’t know you couldn’t read.”

Lily Evans to James Potter: you awake

James Potter: its two over there go to bed

Lily Evans: yeah yeah

Lily Evans: wanna hear my voice

James Potter: god yeah

James Potter: give me two minutes im about to go through a tunnel ill ring you

Lily Evans: see you on the other side

Lily Evans: ‘god yeah’

Lily Evans: you wont get this till ur out of the tunnel but shit im mad for you

Lily hit Sirius in the face with her bag strap, “Wake up.”

He didn’t flinch or open his eyes, “What?”

“Jesus, you’re not even asleep.”

“Yes I am.”

“Liar. Get up, you said you’d come with me to this thing.”

“The Masters mixer?”

Lily rolled her eyes, “It’s a mixer-“

“- a Masters mixer-“

“- for Masters students. There is no need to give it a name.”

“But ’Master’s mixer’ rolls right off the tongue.”

“Get up-“ Lily hit him with her bag this time, “You said you’d come-“

“Ow-“ eyes open now, “Those things suck, everyone always thinks we’re dating.”

“I’ll tell them you’re my brother.”

“That’ll never work, I’m way better looking than you.”

Lily turned away, “Right, you’re uninvited-“

“Hey!” Sirius’ arm shot out, grabbed her wrist.

“I’m Masters Mixing without you-“

“You said I could go!”

“Invitation rescinded.”

“Come on! I’ll wear a tie!”

Lily looked smug, “You are so predictable.”

“Please,” Sirius sat up, “You’d be so bored without me there.”

Lily, who would be, said: “I’ll say you’re my step-brother”

“You can still date your step-brother.”

“Not with a clear conscience, you can’t. Get up, I’ve rung a cab.”

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: sleep nutty professor

Lily Evans: just had major breakthrough with The Thesis i cant

Lily Evans: also tell the girl/guy/person ur with to not drink all the milk tmrw theres barely any

Sirius, stationed outside the Lily’s room, banged on the door again. “C’mon Evans!”

James, distantly, from the phone hung by Sirius’s leg. “Maybe she’s not in”

Sirius put the phone back to his ear, “I know she’s in,” He continued to bang but returned to James, “Does this mean you guys are going to be meeting Bill Gates?”

“Dunno. I guess it’s his money so, like, maybe? Oh God-“

“If you met Bill Gates without me I’m going to be so fucking pissed-“

“How could we met him with you you’re in London-“

“EVANS! OPEN UP! WE HAVE MONEY NEWS!” Sirius returned to the phone, “You’ll probably get a picture with the ghost of Steve Jobs or something, God, I’m already annoyed about it.”

“If we met Steve Jobs’ ghost I promise to put him in a jar and send him home.”

“You had better-“ Sirius, who had paused in his banging to finish the Steve-Jobs-ghost threat, could hear something coming from the other side of the door. Music, played just low enough for someone who didn’t want people outside to be able to hear. “She’s playing the Sense and Sensibility Soundtrack.”

“What?” James’ whole tone changed, “Is she alright?”

Sirius banged again, “Evans!” Nothing. She turned the volume down.

“Are you sure its Sense and Sensibility?” James, insistent.

“Of-course it is.” Sirius banged on the door again, “Evans, What’s wrong?” No answer.

“Do you think there’s any chance it’s because I look a little bit like Hugh Grant and she hasn’t seen me in eight months?” He sounded a little desperate.

Sirius snorted. “You do not look like Hugh Grant.”

“Sirius-“

“Honest to God, do you actually think you look like Hugh Grant?”

“Would you-“

“Total opposites, honestly, never looked less like a person-”

“Sirius,” James cut him off, “Something might be really wrong, you have to let me talk to her.”

“Oi, Lil!” Sirius called, “Do you think James looks like Hugh Grant?”

A voice, thick, from behind the door: “Fuck no.”

Sirius knocked again, politely, letting the phone drop to his side (James, distantly: “I said a little, put Lil on, Christ-“). Lily opened the door, face red, puffy eyes, hand gripping the door edge.

Sirius stared, James forgotten. “What happened.”

“Petunia is engaged.” Lily’s voice, raw and wrong, “To Vernon. Eliza Hunt told me at the supermarket.”

Sudden flashes of Petunia, the only time he’d ever met her, sat in the back of Lily’s twenty-first, pinched and whispering. “Whose Eliza Hunt?” This seems as good a thing to say as any.

“Our old neighbour. She got an invite to their engagement party last week.” She sniffed, rubbed a hand over her face. Sirius couldn’t think of anything to say, except that he wanted to throw Petunia into a very deep ocean.

“What’s the news?” Lily asked. She looked so tired. He cannot remember the last time she’d slept.

“Bill Gates’ foundation is giving us a ton of money and James is going to post me Steve Jobs’ ghost.”

Faintly, Lily smiled. “Is the money to buy the ghost?”

“Nah he’s going to steal that, moneys for the business.” She smiled again, stronger. Jackpot. Sirius handed the phone to her, James’ voice barely audible. She reached for it, and he gripped it tightly, only for a minute. “Hey.” She looked at him, red eyes, hand out-stretched. He can read her backwards.

“I’m good.” she said. He kept looking.

“No murders?”

“Yeah,” half-smile, “No murders.”

Remus Lupin to Lily Evans: tell him to check his fucking emails im going fucking feral

Lily Evans: will do

Lily Evans: he says so be it

“Keira Knightley’s in it.”

“Is it Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“No-“

“Why isn’t it? Let’s watch Pirates of the Caribbean” Sirius, lying across the couch, kept throwing remote in the air.

“Just because you think you look like Orlando Bloom-“

“I do look like him-“

“Only if you shut your eyes and drop acid-“

“Hey-“

“We are not watching Pirates of the Caribbean again. You’ll like Atonement, I promise, it’s like an epic war love story-“

“So like Pirates of the Caribbean but without-“

“- He’s not your twin-“

“My twin-“

Lily rolled her eyes, considered pushing his legs off her lap, didn’t: “You can’t only watch films because you look a little like one of the actors.”

“So you do think I look like him!”

“No I said think you look like-“

“You said ‘look a little like’! Ha!”

Lily pushed his legs off her lap. “If you look like Orlando Bloom then I look like Molly Ringwald.”

“Nah, you know who you look like,” Sirius tilted his head, “The kid from Finding Nemo with the braces. The one who holds the fish in a bag.”

“Oh my God-“

“Only a little-“

“You suck. You fully suck.” Lily was laughing.

“Let’s watch Finding Nemo! See your twin for a change-“

“You’re pushing it now.”

“Fine, maybe twin is a little strong. Cousin.”

“Second cousin. And you and Orlando could be, like, half-brothers if I have two beers and squint.”

“I’ll take it.”

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: what the fuck

Sirius Black: evans its three

Lily Evans: sorry i dropped a tray promise ill b quieter

Lily Evans: dont worry im not making brownies again

Sirius Black: thank god those were shit

Lily Evans: fuck you

Sirius Black: you were the one that put them in the bin

Lily Evans: go to bed judas

“We’re trying to stay positive.”

“I’m not trying that hard.” Sirius confessed, and Lily punched him on the arm before going back to the phone.

“We’re just waiting for the locksmith. If we still had a spare this wouldn’t be happening, but-“

“If you took your keys!-“

Lily punched him again, and Sirius groaned and fell back against the grass.

Over the phone, Marlene finally composed herself. “You two are tragic. Come ‘round and sleep here.”

“Can’t, we said we’d wait around. You could come here though.”

“And lie on the lawn in the middle of the night with you and Mr Positive? I’ll pass.”

“Hey, Sirius,” Lily held the phone away from her ear, “I think that’s an ant’s nest.”

Sirius leapt up so quickly he almost hovered in the air. He stared at the empty ground, wide eyed, before turning back to Lily, who was laughing so hard she’d dropped the phone.

“Oh, very funny, you’re hilarious. McKinnon,” he picked up the phone, “You’ve got to get over here, I’m going to kill Evans and I need you to call the cab to move the body.”

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: ive bought eggs and cheese

Lily Evans: ur cooking tonight so looking forward to the meal of cheesy eggs

Lily Evans: sirius im kidding please dont make that

Lily Evans: sirius

Lily took the phone and didn’t even say hello, “You’ve got to stop ringing,” she said, meaning none of it, “Narelle really thinks you’re on the verge of investing. It’s not on.”

“Hey, I always say I’m ‘thinking about’ investing,” James pointed out, “I could be thinking about anything. I’m thinking about finishing my engineering degree, I’m thinking about ringing my mother, I’m thinking about investing in your diner-”

“it’s not my diner-“

“it will be when I invest in it. One of my stipulations.”

“Wouldn’t that be buying the diner?”

“Don’t get all technical on me, Evans.”

“Apologises. You were saying you were going to give me the diner.”

“Yes, what a great boyfriend I am.”

“You’d be even better if you just gave me the money.” Lily spun the phone cord around her finger, grinning as James laughed.

“C’mon, I’d let you rename it and everything. ‘Lily’s’ has a ring to it.”

“Unoriginal.”

“What would you call it?”

“I dunno. ‘Star Wars’ or something. Get some publicity off the lawsuit.”

“Moony would defend you.”

“Ah yes, with his degree in financial law.”

“I didn’t say he’d be any good at it.”

Lily smiled. “How’s California?”

“Boring without you guys.”

“Don’t let Remus hear you say that.”

“Eh, he’d say the same.” James paused, “Sirius alright?”

Flashes of Sirius, flushed, spread on the carpet, What if everyone was right? Head lolling, party over, I don’t know where I’m going. I thought I’d know.

“Yeah. Last night he tried to make you guys a Wikipedia page.”

James snorted, “He’s been trying to do that since high school.”

“Don’t say ‘he’ like you weren’t also trying.”

James, again, grinning. She can tell from an ocean away. “You sleeping?”

“With other people? No.”

“Thank god for that, but really. My sources say you’re even more awake than usual.”

“Sirius doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“My sources are actually highly knowledgeable.”

“But still can’t make a Wikipedia page.” He doesn’t say anything, and Sirius is such a traitor. He has him worried. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit of a weird one. I’m going to sort it out.” She meant it.

“Okay. Don’t be pissed off at my sources, Marlene also ratted you out.”

“Terrible mates.” Lily lied.

“Yeah, worse luck, having people give a shit about you. Just wait till you own the diner, then they’ll only want you for your money.”

“Tell me about it, why do you think I’m with you?” And again, miles away, he laughed.

Lily Evans to crab on the cob: sirius just started doing karaoke

Remus Lupin: I didn’t know byo’s did karaoke

Lily Evans: neither did the owner

Lily Evans: the whole byo is now singing take on me

Lily Evans: we’re doing mamma mia next

Lily tapped on the window and Sirius, smoking outside, swung around. She pointed to other side of the bar, past the people, where Marlene and Nathan were grossly making out against the pinball machine. Sirius made a face, stamped out his cigarette, and went inside.

“Christ, you can see the tongue from here.” He took the beer out of Lily’s hand and drank some, “No respect for the festivities.”

“At least someone is getting some.”

“Aw, Lil,” he nudged her arm, “I’ll hook up with you if you want.”

“I’d rather eat glass, but thanks though.”

“Anytime.”

She took her beer back from him. Mary, a few feet in front of them, was drinking a ghastly pink thing that James used to call flamingo piss, and talking to Diner Natalie (as Sirius called her) about Love Island. Narelle, who had gotten wind of the party, was standing by the counter arguing with the bartender about the peanuts on offer.

“Twenty-three Evans,” Sirius said, echoing her, “You’re proper old now.”

“Still younger than you though.”

“Funny how that works.” He took her beer again. She couldn’t remember when they had started drinking the same brand. It had been such a long year, but next month the boys would be home for three weeks and this morning James had sent flowers and Remus a vase, and Sirius said he’d pay the water bill so technically it was a three-way gift. You could practically hear Remus’ eyeroll through the phone. They were too good to be believed.

“’Glad I live with you.” Sirius said, suddenly, holding her now finished beer. “You’re- I’m just glad. I’m glad it’s you.”

Lily looked at him, “Me too.” She said, and squeezed his wrist. He knocked a hand against her thigh. This was the real gift.

“Offer to hook up still stands.”

Lily laughed, “You know, if you think about it you’re one hook up removed from Nathan.”

“What?”

“You fucked Mar, Mar is now getting felt up by Nathan. That’s, like, one degree of separation. I’m not getting with anyone whose gotten with Nathan-“

“Okay, wow, I have not gotten with- wow, this is low, I’m being nice and you’re out here saying I’ve fucked Nathan-“

“Hey, no judgement and no murders and all that, but I have ground rules-“

Sirius, laughing, “I hate you. That’s my ground rule.”

Lily, singing: “And happy birthday to meee-“

“God, get away from me. I can’t believe I’ve accidentally hooked up with Nathan.”

“Maybe getting me another beer would make you feel better.”

“Wow, you’re always looking out for me huh?”

“You know it. Make sure it’s chilled, would you?”

#yes i have been promising this for going on a year but its done!! its large and finished #sirius black #lily evans #carolineswritingtag #no murders!! no murders till they die!! probably from sleep deprivation as theyre both A Mess thank god they have each other #atlas verse #anyway please do talk to me abt this i feel like ive been picking at it forever please tell me what works and what doesnt #bc at this point i have no clue all i know is that lily loves sense and sensibility and sirius eats straight (ha) sour cream

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The Dishwasher

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompt # 58 “Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!” which will appear in bold.

I also used a prompt from @wonder7pickle 45 OTP prompts, # 45, “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop” which will also appear in bold

This is also chapter 12 of Pop’s Place. To catch up on what you’ve been missing so far please check out Pop's Place Masterlist .

Summary: Mia and Jaiden start to get closer. Liam and Mia hire a dishwasher. A bad storm hits the area.

Warnings: I’m gonna say profanity, because I love a good curse word. But that’s all, and these these two are too stinking cute. You know what I say right. When I have a fluffy fic, that means another story gets hit with the drama rain.

Word Count: 1994

Song inspiration for this episode. Another Jaiden Brooks pick. I really kinda love his eclectic music selections, and this week he’s really feeling this one.

“To Be With You” by Mr. Big

https://youtu.be/L6-uJLteKek

I don’t own rights to the music. This is a great song by the way, forgot how much I used to love it!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍

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Mrs. Jones was kind enough to make him a plate for breakfast before he started cutting their grass for them.

Jaiden sat at the table eating turkey sausage, eggs, grits, toast and juice, when he saw Mia walk into the kitchen.

Jaiden raised an eyebrow. Even though Mia looked like she had just woken up, she looked really cute to him. Her hair was up in a wild ponytail on the top of her head. She was wearing a white tank top and some blue pj shorts.

She looked at the stove seeing the cast iron pan her mom cooked eggs in empty. She opened the fridge bending over. Jaiden leaned in his chair to get a better look at Mia. Jaiden bit his lip as he watched her.

Gloria rounded the corner with another carton of eggs. She followed Jaiden's line of sight, catching Jaiden blatantly watching Mia.

When she called Jaiden's name he jumped, losing his balance, causing the chair to topple over, with him in it.

The sound caused Mia to jump. Standing up as she saw Jaiden jump up, his face bright red.

Gloria gave him a look; he knew he had been caught.

"You alright there Jaiden?" Gloria said with a smirk.

"Yeah that chair was a little wobbly or something. Weird."

"Mom why didn't you tell me he was here?" Mia mumbled.

"I did, you apparently didn't check your phone." Mia touched her hair.

"Well he's seen you at your worst, and he's still staring at you, like you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I think you're okay. He fell out of his chair, staring at my beautiful girl."

He was beet red now. Even his ears. His face was downcast eating.

She smiled at Jaiden.

"You can handle cooking more eggs, just don't let Pops see them! Check if Jaiden wants more eggs."

Gloria left the kitchen.

"Jaiden, do you want some more breakfast? I'm about to make some more eggs."

"Sure."

"I put cheese in my eggs is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's great."

He watched her cook the cheesy eggs.

He brought his plate over to her. She fixed him more breakfast.

"Thank you Mia."

"You're welcome."

Even though he was full, he ate another plate of food, just so he could sit there and have breakfast with Mia and talk to her.

"So why are you here this morning?"

"Our moms are apparently best friends now. Your mom was talking about hiring someone to cut the grass for you guys, and my mom volunteered me. Since it came with a free breakfast, and I get to spend time with you, I don't mind at all."

Mia smiled looking at him. They continued talking and laughing for a bit.

"Well I better get started." Jaiden took both their plates and rinsed them putting them in the dishwasher. Mia bottles of water in the freezer.

She showered and got dressed for the day. She checked on Jaiden a few times out the window. It was now the heat of the day and he was sweating, and now shirtless. Mia’s heart skipped a beat.

She decided it was the perfect time to take out one of the bottled waters, she was freezing for him. When she came out of the house, she saw Jaiden drinking from the water hose.

Mia got a mischievous idea.

She carefully picked up the hose, and bent it with her hands slowly stopping the stream of water. Jaiden fell right for it. Holding the hose end closer to his face.

Mia unbent the hose, the water hitting Jaiden in the face full blast. He yelped in surprise.

Mia was doubled over in laughter.

Jaiden’s eyes shot to her. “YOU!!!!” he screamed, quickly putting his thumb into the hose causing the stream of cold water to hit Mia. Mia screamed.

Gloria glanced out the window when she heard Mia screech. She watched the pair running across the yard, screaming and laughing. Mia kicked off her sandals, so she could run faster. Jaiden still caught up to her, spraying her with water. He had a tight grip on Mia. He dropped the water hose.

He pulled Mia closer to him and kissed her.

“ She was right. That boy ain’t shy… when he knows what he wants. Go ‘head on Jaiden Brooks.”

They finally came up for air. Mia slowly opened her eyes, seeing Jaiden staring down at her.

“Wow.” she softly whispered. “I feel like I wasted almost my whole summer on the wrong guy.”

“It’s okay Mia. You have me now. And I’ve been waiting patiently for you all summer.”

“When did you know?”

He smiled. “When I was driving home from the party that night we first met. I was thinking about you. It really annoyed me that you were with Drake. My family isn’t crazy religious. But, I asked for a sign to know you were the one for me. Not even a minute later I saw you pulled over with the flat tire. I was your Superman."

"You also nearly scared me to death."

"Definitely not the type of scream I want to hear from you Mia."

Jaiden winked at her.

Mia laughed.

"Is that for me?"

He pointed to the slightly frozen bottle of water in her hand.

"Yeah, it is."

"Thanks. I better get back to it."

"Come see me before you leave okay?"

"I will."

He watched Mia walk away. Her clothes were sopping wet. He had gotten her good with the water hose.

He smiled at her. "That's my girl."

Pop's Place had been so busy Mia was on her roller skates almost every day.

The public outcry to help Pop's small business stay open even with shorter hours and closed for the weekends had humbled Pops. They were actually making more than with them being open every day. Pops was loved by the community.

"Hey Mr. Brooks!"

He gave Mia a hug. "How are you sweetie?"

"It's been busy. We've been running like crazy, and now our dishwasher is our cook! So it's been a mad house but we're making it work."

"Jaiden said he's worried about you. Is there anything you need? Your family needs Mia?"

"Me and Liam are basically running this on our own. Liam is placing the food orders doing all the cooking, and I'm running the floor. Mom handles the books. She can't help much, she has a full time job. If you know a dishwasher, that would save my life right now."

"You know what? I just might be able to help you out with that. Can I get this coffee to go sweetheart?"

"Sure Mr. Brooks."

"And Mia…. "

"Yes Mr. Brooks?"

"Jaiden is very tenderhearted. You bring out something in him that I've never seen before. I'm really happy you two found each other. Tell your father he owes me $20. I called this, when I saw you two at the hospital. You two have a connection."

"Glad everyone knew before I did."

Jason smiled. "The same thing happened with me and Ren. I was in love with her, long before I was a blip on her radar."

"Jaiden isn't in love."

Mr. Brooks smiled. "I'll see you soon Mia."

The next morning Jaiden came in with Mia’s favorite coffee and what looked like two folders.

Hey Mia, can I talk to you and Liam for a few minutes?"

"I'd like to apply for the dishwasher position. Here's my resume."

"This looks like a term paper." Liam looked at the folder.

"No, this is going to be an audio and visual experience! Audio On!!!!!”

Jaiden’s phone comes to life.

Jaiden’s voice blares over his phone sounding like a crazy extreme announcer.

“JAIDEN BROOKS DISHWASHER!”

Mia opened the folder. The first page was a full size photo of Jaiden giving a thumbs up, with a clean plate in his hand.

(Author note: Crazy announcer Jaiden’s voice from his phone will be in all caps)

“Reason number one why I would be a great dishwasher. I wash myself every day, sometimes more than once a day depending on what I get into.”

“GO AHEAD TAKE A WHIFF…. I’ll WAIT. DO IT!!!!”

Mia leans forward sniffing Jaiden. She nods in approval.

“SMELLS GOOD RIGHT?!? SEE?!?!? TOLD YOU SO!!!!!”

Mia laughed.

Liam looked at Mia. She was eating this stupid shit up that Jaiden was doing. Liam didn’t think he was funny at all.

Jaiden saw Liam wasn’t amused. Mia was almost crying from laughter. He had to win over Liam.

Jaiden went on to talk about a picture empty sink in his house that had no dishes in it. A video of his mom saying “Jaiden washes dishes without being told.”

Lastly, Jaiden talked about his Jeep. He had it parked so it was sitting almost glistening in the spot. “Would you check out the shine on that Jeep?”

“LOOOK ATTTTTTT ITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!”

Finally Liam burst out laughing.

“Jaiden, I did not know, you were this crazy and this funny as hell.”

“Because I’m the underdog. People always underestimate me. So did I get it?”

Mia looks at Liam.

“Want to start like right now?”

“I need to go home and change, but I can come right back. Walk me out Mia?”

Liam watched Mia walk out to the car with Jaiden. He slipped his hand into hers.

He leaned into her.

“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he whispered, kissing her.

Jaiden felt Mia’s body melt into his arms.

When Jaiden finally pulled away. He softly whispered. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” Mia whispered. She stared deeply into Jaiden’s eyes. How had she not seen him before?

"Hurry back it looks like it might storm."

“You worried about me?” Jaiden smiled.

Mia nodded.

“I like that. I’ll hurry.”

Mia watched Jaiden drive off.

Liam watched her when she came back in. Mia had a dopey smile on her face.

He knew neither him nor Drake had made Mia ever look like that before. Mia really liked Jaiden. They had something special.

The restaurant was dead, and the storm coming looked bad. Jaiden made it back just before the rain.

They had been laughing and fooling around in the kitchen.

They hadn't even noticed how bad it looked outside as they were all in the kitchen until their phones started going off. TORNADO WARNING!!!!!

Mia's phone started ringing.

She put the phone on speaker as Pop's asked.

"Are there any customers?"

"No."

"Close and lock up and go small interior office, there are no windows in there. Come home after the storm. Supposed to be bad on and off all day.

"Okay Pops."

When she got off the phone Liam headed towards the door.

"Where are you going? It's not safe out there!"

"To check the generator. We might need it."

"Not worth it, look at that wind and rain." Jaiden said.

They waited out the storm talking in the office.

When that storm cell had finally passed they walked out to their cars. Liam hopped in his R8 and was gone in a second. Jaiden was waiting for Mia to pull off, when she didn't he pulled over to her.

Jaiden jumped out to check on her.

"My car won't start."

"I'll take you home."

He opened the passenger door.

“See, I’m your Superman.”

Mia smiled.

"You worried about me?"

"I worried about you Mia, even when you weren't my girlfriend."

Mia smiled. She took Jaiden's free hand and held it in hers.

"So you’re my boyfriend now?"

"Only if you want me to be."

In that moment Mia felt incredibly bold. “Yes, I do.”

Mia's hand gripped his tighter. "I want you Jaiden Brooks."

At the stop sign, Jaiden turned to Mia. His voice was soft. He licked his lips before he continued speaking. "And I want all of you, Mia Jones.”

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years

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Three

A King’s oneshot

Chasing around three-year-old Nathaniel Grant Barnes was never, ever an easy task. Add in the five-year-old Victoria and three-year-old Felicity and you’re completely exhausted by nap time. Hell, you need a nap time too. You make your way quietly back down the stairs, baby monitor app open on your phone so you can see all three kids. You sigh heavily at the disaster that awaits you. Despite it being nearly 3:30 the leftovers from lunch are still on the table. Bits of macaroni are stuck to the table and to the floor and your bowl is still completely untouched on the counter. It’s a cold, clumpy mess at this point and the last thing you want to do is to reheat it in the microwave and wake one of the kids.

You always forget how much work the three are when you’re alone. If Nat, Clint, Peter or Wanda are around it’s a piece of cake, but since you’re the only parent who doesn’t actively run a gang you’re the best option to watch the kids. You turn the oven on and slide your bowl of macaroni in before turning to the rest of the mess. The three plastic bowls are taken off of the table, something that is usually Tori’s job, and rinsed out before they’re tucked into the dishwasher with their forks. Macaroni may not be the healthiest option but when you add spinach, green peppers and ham to it it makes you feel less guilty. You wipe the dried cheese off of the table, before sinking to your knees to wipe the floor. Thank god it’s laundry day tomorrow.

It’s not that you don’t love watching the kids, you do, it’s just sometimes you feel like you’re going into battle. You get the living room cleaned up in record time and are pulling your now warm bowl of macaroni out of the oven when you hear the voice.

“Tori.” It’s low and gravelly and makes your hair stand on end. “Tori. Wake up. I want to play.” It says and you stare at your phone in horror. What the fuck?

“Auntie?” Tori’s sleepy voice responds as she sits up.

“No Tori, it’s me your friend.” The voice says again and you drop the bowl you’re so terrified, hardly registering it shattering when it makes contact with the floor. You grab your phone off the counter and sprint up the stairs, before pausing outside the door and hear the voice again. It’s coming from exactly where you’d been afraid it was coming from.

The baby monitor.

You push open the door, and acting as calm as you can, give Tori a smile.

“Hey peanut. Did you say my name?”

“Yea Auntie. I heard a scary voice.” She mumbles and you want to throw up.

“Why don’t we all go snuggle in my and Uncle Bucky’s room?” You ask as Felicity’s sleepy head pops up. You say Bucky’s name clearly, wanting the fucker who’s watching your kids to know just exactly who they’re messing with.

“Okay.” Tori gets up and takes her sister’s hand before you scoop up Nate. The second you’re out of their room you’re herding the Rogers girls into the safe room in your closet. It’s not until the door is closed that you pull your phone from your pocket and call Bucky with a shaking finger.

“Hey Sweetheart, what’s up?”

“Cascade.” You tell him the code word for emergency.

“Are you safe?”

“In the room. Please come quickly.”

“Are they in the house?” You can tell he’s moving, “Steve. Cascade.” He snaps.

“No, watching us through the monitor. Not sure where else.”

“We’re on our way Sweetheart. I’ll open the door okay. Don’t move no matter what you hear.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says before you hang up.

“Auntie?” Tori’s voice is quiet and when you look down at where she and Felicity are huddled against you the fear is evident on their faces.

“Hmm?”

“Lici is scared.” She says after a pause, Nate is holding tightly to your shirt, his small body tight against you.

“There’s no reason to be scared. We’re gonna see your dad and uncle Bucky soon, we’re gonna beat them at hide and seek I think. So you guys have to be quiet.” You lie with a small smile hoping she’s not old enough to see through your bullshit. “But, I can tell you a story if you want.” All three kids nod their heads and you launch into a mash up story about Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs that, honestly, should be made into a movie.

There’s a metallic clicking noise at the door of the safe room and you pause, staring at the door. It’s clicks once more before opening to reveal one extremely stressed out Steve Rogers. He shoves his gun back into its holster as his daughters scramble to their feet and into his arms with twin cries of,

“Daddy!”

“We cleared the whole house and shut off all the video monitors. I’m going to have Hogan look into it.” Bucky says as he steps around Steve and pulls you tightly to him. He presses a kiss to Nate’s head before kissing you. “We’re all secure.” He whispers as you drop your head to his shoulder.

“Jesus that was terrifying Buck.” You say softly not paying much attention to Steve as he scoops up his girls, one in each arm and heads for the door.

“We’re going to the cabin for the weekend. See if Happy can fix this at our place too.”

“Okay.” Bucky agrees then the Rogers vanish out the door. You’re not quite ready to move out of his embrace yet, Bucky’s arms are secure around you, honestly you’re good with staying here.

“I’m sorry I called you home for this.” You mutter as you calm down, now that he’s here you feel like you may have overreacted a bit.

“Hey, no Sweetheart. You did everything exactly right.” He soothes. “I did find something that I’d like an explanation about though.”

“I first heard the voice through my phone when I was taking my food out of the oven.” You tell him, explaining why the oven door was still open and why the broken bowl and food were on the floor.

“Oh, that’s not what I’m talking about.” He says, his voice is oddly light and you pull away from him to look up into those bright blue eyes of his. He’s got a smile on his face as he pulls something from his pocket before raising it up so you can see it.

The pregnancy test you’d taken this morning. The one you’d completely forgotten about, and hadn’t even checked. “Somethin’ you wanna tell me Sweetheart?”

“Something you want to tell me Buck? I never got the chance to check it.” You tell him, “the kids kept me on my toes all day.”

“Well, hope you can handle one more.” He says and your face lights up, a wide smile gracing your lips.

“I’m pregnant?”

“Yea Sweetheart.” Bucky says a grin on his own face. He kisses you deeply, his hand tangling in your hair and long enough for Nate to give a grunt of irritation from being left out. Bucky laughs softly as you press a soft kiss to your son’s head.

“I am a little bummed that you found out first.” You tell Bucky, “I bought Nate this cute shirt that says upgraded to big brother and I was going to have him bring you the positive test.”

“We can do that to Steve and Peg if you want.”

“Can we have a little family party? Not tell anyone why so everyone finds out together?”

“I love that idea Sweetheart.” He says before kissing you again.

“Daddy no!” Nate cries grumpily and you laugh when you break away.

“Alright little man, you and I need to have a chat about being a cock block.”

“James!” You scold as he plucks your son from your arms.

“I’m just teasin’ Sweetheart.” Bucky says, “I am going to put him down in our room. This little monster needs a nap.” You nod looking at Nate’s tired eyes. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Cameras are off?” Bucky nods.

“And Clint’s out front.” You make your way downstairs and into the kitchen to clean up your second macaroni disaster of the day. You’re having another baby. You can’t help the smile on your face as you make a new lunch. Maybe you’ll have another boy to match Steve and Peggy with their two girls. Or maybe a girl to completely outnumber the boys.

Whatever you’re having you hope they’re going to be as healthy and easy as Nate was. You rest a hand on your stomach as you think only for it to be covered by one of Bucky’s larger ones.

“What do you think we’re having?” He asks softly as his body presses protectively against yours.

“I don’t know. But I know they’re the luckiest kid to have such a wonderful and protective dad. You’re going to love the shit out of this kid.”

“Don’t forget about the best mom. I’m kind of hoping for a girl, a mini you runnin’ around.” He mutters pressing another kiss to your neck.

“Whatever we have I’m going to be happy because I’ve got you on my team.”

“What a hell of a team we make too.”

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katefiction · 4 years

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Angels - Part 2

by mrandmrswales (Emily) / February 24, 2013

I had an urge to write this afternoon, so I did this all in one go. I’m sorry if it has any problems, if its really obvious, let me know! Thank you to my lovely anon for the idea, I changed it slightly though. I hope you don’t mind. Please, please give me some feedback, negative or positive. If you guys want anything in particular next time, let me know. Anyway, without further ado, here’s Angels Part 2!

Emily xx

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‘Mummy?’

‘Yes Libby?’ I replied absently as I retrieved the potatoes from the hob before they spilled over.

‘What time are Granny, Grandpa, Auntie Pippa and Uncle James coming?’

‘Uh…any moment now poppet. Why don’t you go and find your sister and have a look out for them?’ Libby nodded happily and skipped off, leaving me to deal with supper. Every year, since we had been given Anmer Hall by the Queen on Sandringham Estate, We’d gone to Sandringham for lunch on Christmas Day and then my parents and sister and brother came down either in the evening or on Boxing Day. This year they were arriving on Christmas Day night, and to say I was stressed was a bit of an understatement.

‘William?!’ I called; he was supposed to be helping me cook, although whether that was a good idea was debatable. ‘WILL?’ I screamed again, rolling my eyes. He always chose not to hear me the first time.

‘YES?’

‘CAN YOU COME DOWN AND HELP ME PLEASE? I NEED TO CHANGE BEFORE THEY GET HERE.’

‘I’m right here, darling.’ Said my husband from behind me, looking amused. I huffed and began taking my apron off, blowing my fringe out of my eyes in annoyance.

‘Will you calm down?’ He said, helping me take it off. I said nothing and made to go, yet he caught me in a hug and held me until my body relaxed. ‘Better?’ he asked softly, I smiled a small smile in return, and hurried off to change, leaving him to finish off the supper.

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‘THEY’RE HERE!’ A large thump echoed through the house as no doubt my two daughters were causing havoc downstairs in their excitement.

‘Oh Shit! I muttered to myself in panic as I quickly flung on my dress and began pulling on my tights, making sure they didn’t ladder in the process. Fluffing up my hair and pulling on my heels, I raced out of the bedroom door and down the corridor, slowing down before descending down the stairs with some dignity. Reaching the kitchen I cried out my hellos and began to hug my parents, my sister, her husband Robert and my brother, who with Pippa’s baby son was already with the girls handing out the presents he’d bought them, to great excitement. ‘What do you say girls?’ I asked them both and they both chanted out the pre-rehearsed ‘Thank You Uncle James!’ I grinned and went over to check that William hadn’t burnt the supper.

‘Don’t you trust me?!’ He asked teasingly as he poured out drinks while I inspected the food. He knew what a perfectionist I was. ‘Well yes…to some extent!’ I teased him back, gladly taking a glass of wine from him. Now to put the girls to bed.

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‘Mummy?’ Belle asked sleepily, who was tucked up cosily in her bed. How I wished I could go to bed. I was shattered. ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘Merry Christmas to you my angel.’ I replied softly, blowing her a kiss. ‘Love you.’ I closed the door quietly and moved on to Libby’s room. Unfortunately, she was not ready to go to sleep yet and was jumping around her room.

‘What are you doing? Get into bed!’

‘Oh Mummy I don’t want to!’

‘I don’t care if you want to or not missy. Get into bed, I’m turning the light out in a few minutes.’ Libby huffed and crossed her arms. She was just as stubborn as William was. Luckily for me, having lived with William for years and years, I knew how to deal with stubbornness easily. ‘The quicker you get into bed, the quicker you can get up and open your presents from Granny and Grandpa and Aunty Pippa. That got her, and before I knew it, she was in bed and I was closing the door. ‘Phew’ I sighed to myself, leaning against the door in defeat. The smell of beef began to waft up the staircase and my tummy grumbled. Staggering away from the door, I made my way to the source of the smell.

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‘Mm. Darling this is delicious!’ Said my mother, tucking into the beef fillet I’d cooked. Everyone else echoed me and conversation started as we made our way through the meal. Pippa and I chatted about baby things, me giving her advice on things she needed. The two of us had really turned to each other during our respective pregnancies. Having had Hyperemesis Gravidarum with Libby and a milder version of it with Belle, Pippa had been a great support for me on the days I needed her when Will was away. Whether it was taking Libby for the day, cooking me meals or visiting me in hospital when the odd time arose, she did. Pippa luckily had not got HG with Ben, but had been quite sick for the first few months, so as the good sister that I was, I spent a lot of time helping her out. I still did. It wasn’t far into pudding when the whole family banter started. Teasing and laughing about funny memories was pleasant, and the meal passed quickly. When the meal had finished, William and I began to do the washing and drying of the plates. ‘You look tired Kate.’ William said lovingly as I sighed whilst stacking the dishwasher. I straightened up and smiled. ‘No I’m fine sweetie.’ He didn’t look convinced, yet turned back to pick up more cutlery to dry. A comfortable silence returned until Pippa and Robert came in to say goodnight. It wasn’t long before the other three did the same, and we were left alone to finish. William and I chatted idly and pleasantly until we finished. Dishwasher set off and cutlery back in its draw, we sighed happily. Feeling the need for a cuddle, I sidled up to Will and wrapped my arms around his waist. I felt his deep chuckle and he kissed my forehead. He drew me over to the sofa and we collapsed onto it. Me curled up tightly into his side, his arms forming a protective barrier around me. One of the few places I felt truly protected and safe. ‘I love you’ He whispered into my ear and I smiled, nuzzling my face into his neck and trailing kisses down it. Lifting my head up eventually, I looked deep into his eyes and returned his earlier sentiment. He leaned in and kissed me softly for a while. I was just getting into it, when a sudden urge to vomit overcame me, and I pulled away, lurching for the bathroom, where I only just made it in time. ‘Kate?’ He asked, coming up behind me and holding my hair back while I threw up. Once finished, I straightened up shakily and looked at him. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked, looking worried. I nodded, though I wasn’t fully sure yet. ‘William.’ I said when I was sure I wasn’t going to be sick again, my breath coming out heavily and shaking slightly. ‘Um…I haven’t told you that…um I’ve been sick for a while now, because I didn’t want to worry you.’ He stared at me, his eyes wide.

‘How long have you hidden this from me?’

‘Uh. A few weeks’ I whispered, fearful of his reaction.

However, to my surprise he looked thoughtful and his eyes glowed. ‘Do you think that you might be…?’

‘What, pregnant?’ I answered, ‘I don’t think so… wait hang on.’ I mentally began to do the sums. I had to do them several times, but I at last came to one answer.

‘I…think I might be!’

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(8 months later)

‘Mummy!’ cried the two very excited voices of my other little babies as they appeared in my hospital room. William had brought them to see me and our little addition to the family, Thomas Peter Charles Michael. Peter after my grandfather, Charles after William’s father and Michael after my own. ‘Hi darlings!’ I cried happily, pulling them in for plenty of kisses. I had missed seeing their little faces every day. William sat down on the end of my bed and smiled lovingly at me and the baby. He lifted Belle onto his lap and helped Libby up next to him.

‘Mummy can I hold him?’ asked Libby and I nodded, helping lift him into her outstretched arms, holding his head while the girls looked down at the baby with nothing but love and awe in their faces. I looked at them each in turn, my heart filled to the brim with love for my family. My gorgeous husband and my three little angels.

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