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hi! i'd love to request a chessy x reader fic where reader is a friend of the twins when they're all in college ish times (of age) and reader is crushing on chess

The Chessy Trap

Pairing: Chessy x Reader

Summary: After noticing the chemistry between you and their housekeeper Chessy, your college friends Hallie and Annie decide to try and set the two of you up

Two times Hallie and Annie try to set an oblivious Y/N and Chessy up with each other and the third time it actually works

Warnings: Mostly just fluff. Very brief mention of homophobia, mentions of drinking/underage drinking, strong language.

Words: 6975

Note: The word count on this is absolutely atrocious and I have no idea how that happened. Sorry/You're welcome (depending how you feel about it haha). Hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Sorry for any mistakes! It's not been proofread (yet!).

"Parker-James family vineyards" you read aloud with a dreamy sigh as Annie drives the car beneath the archway sign at the entrance of the estate- there was lush greenery as far as the eye could see...miles away from the concrete jungle that was Atlanta, or the loud hustle and bustle of LA. You tilt your head skywards, closing your eyes to take in deep breaths of clean air and to revel in the feeling of the sun on your skin...it was even more beautiful than the way they had described it.

It'd been a long 6 and a half hour drive up to Napa (the three of you deciding to split the drive between you in two hour increments) but you were finally on the last stretch.

Hallie let out a leisurely sigh from the back seat of the jeep, stretching her arms up to cradle the back of her head.

"I know we're only here for a week, but trust me when I say this Thanksgiving break will be a blast...not to mention it's so needed! We have a pool, and there'll be music...also Chessy and Mom make the best thanksgiving dinner" she rambled talking at 50 miles a minute (as per usual).

You'd not had the pleasure of meeting Chessy before. Sure you heard of lots of stories about her and their butler Martin before, but you'd only gotten the chance to meet the second half of the duo when you were down in London.

Beside you, Annie nodded in agreement with her sister, eyes still trained on the road;

"It really will...and our Mum and Dad quite literally live on a vineyard so there's no need for Hallie and I to crack out those ridiculous fake IDs either" she grumbled in mock irritation.

You let out a hearty chuckle at that, "No fake IDs...are you sure?" You grin.

"Because I would like to see Hallie bring out 28 year old London expat 'Philomena Crocker' for a night out in Napa Valley" you quip, mimicking a British accent.

Taking one hand off of the wheel of the car, the Brit gives you a playful shove in response, Hallie on the other hand snorting with laughter,

"I have class and you don't!"

Back in your first year of college, Annie had (mistakenly) tasked you and Hallie with finding someone to make some fake IDs for the three of you so you could get into this trendy bar, which lead to the two of you selecting the most ridiculous aliases you could think of...it would be fair to say the Annie didn't take kindly to having to assume the identity of 'Talulah Higginsbottom' for the next two years.

The three of you had been friends for a while now, having met during your first year of college at UCLA.

Annie was a fellow English major and her abundant enthusiasm and charm meant that you quickly became fast friends and Hallie was your volleyball teammate; effortlessly hilarious and always bouncing with energy.

You first met her at volleyball tryouts mistaking her for Annie, the only other freshman trying out who you recognised, so you'd waltzed up to her to engage in conversation...only to find out that she'd all of a sudden adopted an American accept and in fact went by Hallie...because she was a completely different person who had no idea who you were.

In hindsight...after two seconds of conversation (accent aside) you should've seen it coming...where Annie was prim and proper, Hallie cursed like a sailor and said whatever she was thinking at any given moment. After that mix up you were mortified (Annie found it hilarious)...safe to say the three of you had been inseparable ever since.

You were known as 'The Three Musketeers' around campus—you'd taken a big sister role in their lives and you'd do everything together; study, go shopping, eat...get embarrassingly drunk at frat parties.

So when it came down to holidays, of course they'd offered to extend an invitation for you to spend it with them and their family...they'd considered you as such anyway at this point.

Before college you'd taken a year out post highschool to work and save up to move states after getting your dream spot at UCLA, but it just wasn't enough to cover everything, which meant you'd come to terms with the fact that you'd spend most of your time outside of the semester in California.

To fly from LA to Atlanta for thanksgiving just wasn't feasible...well that and the fact that you weren't exactly jumping at the chance to go home seeing as things between you and your conservative parents were on the rocks ever since you'd come out as a lesbian.

Your original plan for Thanksgiving was to spend it back in your dorm with some Seinfeld reruns and a Turkey microwave dinner to keep you company and you'd actually grown to accept that...it wasn't like you had any emotional tie to such a pointless holiday anyway...not to mention there were much worse places to be spending it than LA.

But of course, the twins weren't having it; outraged upon hearing this, demanding you spend it with them in Napa. You loved them and appreciated their offer, but first denied the invite, feeling guilty for intruding on their family thanksgiving...you knew that they came from wealth but regardless having them incur further expenses because of you made you feel like you were taking advantage.

Following this Hallie had barged into your room complaining and pouting about how not coming with them to California was 'so unfair' because they really wanted you there. Annie on the other hand, always leading with logic, had given you a stern 'talking to' about how not coming with them would be a "disservice to yourself" as they were making the journey regardless of whether you tagged along or not...not to mention you'd be able to join in with the driving which was a relief to Annie as she hated driving on "the other side of the road".

...eventually you gave in.

How could you possibly argue with that?

It wasn't like the stakes would be too high anyway. This would be the third time you'd met their parents as you'd spent the final months of last summer with them at their townhouse in London, (Their parents being convinced for some bizarre reason that you were Annie's girlfriend for the entire duration of the trip).

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As you near the house, you could already see someone standing in the archway of the door, clearly waiting for the car to arrive. Annie turns down the Britney Spears song playing on the radio to focus as she squints to see who it is before it dawns on her and she haphazardly parks the car, bounding into action to greet them.

"Chessy!" She squeals, uncharacteristically excited as she jumps out of the car, Hallie following closely behind as they sandwich the shorter woman in a hug.

"My gorgeous gorgeous girls! Every time I see you you've grown taller, there's gotta be something in that LA air I'm telling 'ya!"

"How was the drive up?"

Hiking her duffel pack further up her shoulder, Hallie raises her eyebrows up to her hairline,

"Oh it was just riveting...Annie forgot what damn country she was in and nearly wiped out a deer changing sides on the road!" she smirks with a chuckle,

Annie fake laughs in reply,

"Oh Yeah? Wow that's so funny Hal, how about you tell Chessy about the fact you made us take an hour-and-a-half detour to find a gas station because you needed another pack of smokes?"

At least to their credit...both of their claims were in fact true...your turn behind the wheel had probably the most peaceful time of the whole trip. You chose to put it down to the fact that you had the latest Gorillaz album playing on repeat, (But honestly, it was probably just because you didn't have a raging nic addiction and knew which side of the road to drive on).

Watching the exchange on from a distance you let out a breath of laughter that seemed to catch the attention of the trio, three pairs of eyes turning to look at you leaning against Hallie's jeep.

That was when you really saw her.

She seemed slightly shorter than you (you put that down to the pair of 6-inch wedges you had on) and was dressed casually, wearing a pair of beige Chinos, her button-up tucked askew into them, but regardless she had that kind of beauty that you couldn't help but notice.

To put it simply she was gorgeous. And boy, were you starstruck.

Shiny brown hair flying in the California breeze, the older woman shoots you a smirk before sliding her sunglasses onto of her head to get a better look at you. You hold your breath at the way her gaze rakes up and down your form as she walks over to you before holding her hand out for you to shake:

"And who is this? She asks without averting her stare from your face.

"Chessy this is Y/n...Y/n, Chessy"

This was Chessy? You friends had not given you the heads up that she was this...hot. Honestly, you didn't know what you'd expected.

"This is the famous Y/n!?" Chessy beams, her unwavering gaze rooting you on the spot.

"I've heard a lot about you"

"Uhh...I'm y/n" you gawk, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Real smooth.

Chessy chuckles as she lets go of your hand before giving your forearm a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah...I gathered that hon."

Hallie and Annie look between the two of you before exchanging a glance...you had no idea what for.

That damn twin intuition.

They could sometimes have entire conversations between them without saying a word and you were left clueless every time.

Elizabeth runs down the stairs, Nick hot on her heels and the twins head towards them, enveloping them each in a hug too, before the two parents turn to you.

"And y/n! so good to see you again!"

"Great to see you again Mr and Mrs Parker-James"

Elizabeth gives you a look and you correct yourself sheepishly,

"Sorry I keep on forgetting...Liz and Nick" before she pulls you into a hug.

"So how is college girls?" She asks the twins, and Hallie bursts into action, animatedly telling her parents about some scientific field trip she went on last week,

You and Annie look at each other holding back laughter.

Here she goes

This was about to be a long conversation, the twin would talk all day about her environmental science degree if you let her.

Then a blur of yellow runs out of the still ajar door, crashing into you and sending you teetering backwards slightly on your heels.

You manage to catch yourself (thank God).

Falling in front of a beautiful woman right after stumbling over your words like an idiot would've been the nail in the coffin for your ego.

You look down to see the sweetest looking golden retriever you've ever seen, pawing at your capris for your attention. Without hesitation you quickly crouch down to your knees in the gravel, letting him jump up and lick your face,

"Oh hi!" You coo in a baby voice, as you begin fawning over him,

"You must be Sammy!" You exclaim, leaning down to scratch his belly.

"Aren't you just such a good boy!"

"Huh..." Chessy states in confusion,

You shield your eyes against the sun to peer up at her through your fingers, the sun haloing around her chocolate brown hair,

It seemed fitting... Chessy had to be an angel.

"Sammy doesn't usually like strangers but he came to greet you first..." she explains,

"...Guess you must be special"

You bite your lip with a shy smile as you feel a slight blush tinting your cheeks,

Oh, Chessy.

"...I am."

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"Hey." you smile softly, hip leaning against the doorway of the kitchen,

It'd been two days since you'd arrived here and sure you'd obviously seen Chessy around (as expected embarrassing yourself each time by being a fumbling mess), but only now had you finally managed to work up the courage and confidence to say something to her without short-circuiting.

Chessy startles momentarily before turning away from the pot in front of her expecting to see Annie or Hallie,

"You scared the shit out of m- Oh! How you doing hon?" she smiles softly.

"You looking for one of the twins?" She offers.

"No it's okay...Annie is reading by the pool and Hallie will probably be knocked out taking her afternoon nap right about now..." you share a laugh with Chessy,

"I..." you smile shyly at the ground with a nervous giggle before looking back up to meet her gaze "I, uh, actually came here to see if you needed any help with anything?"

The housekeeper tucks a strand of messy hair behind her ear, a small smile blooming across her lips,

"Me?"

"Well...yeah."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"Do I know how to cook!?...I'll have you know I worked at an Olive Garden in my teens!" you joke back pretending to toss your updoed hair over your shoulder.

Chessy pauses before bursting into loud laughter, clutching her stomach slightly. You noted how her entire face crinkled up, like her laugh was trying to force its way out of her, when she smiled unabashedly like that and you couldn't help but feel some sort of weird pride swell in your chest at being the cause of it.

...all you'd really done was tell a joke.

But making her laugh was addicting and you all of a sudden wanted more.

"Who am I to refuse the help of someone with such high expertise?" She quips grabbing another apron from the hook behind her and tossing it your way, as you grab it with a seamless catch.

"You can start on chopping the onions for the sauce" she points, and with a salute, you move to stand at the counter.

That you could do.

Surprisingly, you get a good rhythm going between the two of you, smoothly manoeuvring around each other as you focus on chopping and dicing, whilst Chessy takes the ingredients to the pot after you're done.

The only thing was you hadn't said a word to one another yet.

You opened your mouth to speak before clamping it shut immediately.

What did you say to her? What if you said something weird? That would be a nightmare; You didn't want her to think you were weird.

"So...you're an English major like Annie huh?" Chessy starts after a while, and you're thankful she's the one to fill the silence,

"Ya' planning on going to law school like She is?".

You let out an amused snort in reply,

"God no! After I graduate next year I'm not going back! Annie is as smart as anything but law school is not for me..." you state moving on to dice up some carrots.

"I think wanna teach kids: I'm pretty good with them and love being around them, so...but honestly I think I originally chose to major in it because I love to read...it's all I do."

You pause, reaching out your hand to pretend to smack yourself, "Sorry...I'm rambling.".

It was a habit of yours when you were nervous...Chessy made you nervous. Which you knew was ridiculous because she was so incredibly warm.

She was so disarming and open and welcoming and kind...so why couldn't you look her in the eye?

Chessy smiles, "No...it's cute."

She thought you were cute.

"I like to read too...I'm a sucker for a good romance novel..." she starts,

"I've been at this house so long though I think I've already read my way through all of the books on the shelves here so I'm starting to read the same ones over and over".

"I love romance novels too,” you begin, feeling a slow blush spreading across your cheeks,

"I brought some books from my collection with me this week so I could lend you some of mine?" you don’t look at her when you make the offer, trying to seem unbothered despite your heart beating out of your chest.

Chessy beams at you, "I'd love that.".

"So...do you think that love like in the books actually exists like that? ...in the real world?"

She pauses with a frown and you can tell she’s really mulling your question over, "I don't know...I mean I've been around for a while now and I haven't seen it yet but who knows".

"That's kind of a deep question to ask me over some pasta...you got your eye on a boy at your college?"

You laugh like its the funniest thing you’ve ever heard,

"I mean...I'm a lesbian so no boys...no 'girls' at the moment either though, I've not really clicked with anyone "

She gives you a look like she wants to say something but doesn't.

"What about you...I'm sure someone must've snapped you up by now."

You mean...look at her.

Chessy rolls her eyes at you as though taking what you said as a joke,

"Not at the moment...been on a couple of dates but nothing stuck...the dating pool in Napa is quite small let's just say"

Hm.

Chessy turns to look at you pensively with a tilt of her head,

"I know you want to ask...I can see you've got that look in your eyes"

You relent immediately,

"I heard that you and the butler, Martin were engaged a while back..."

This time it's Chessy's time to laugh and you're thrown off.

That wasn't the reaction you were expecting.

"That's what you were to afraid to ask me?" She looks up with a contemplative pause,

"It was around 10 years back now but, there's not really much to tell...we realised neither of us were exactly each other's type... I'm assuming you met Martin's partner Edward?".

You nod in understanding.

"Anyway..." she begins with a clap of her hands to change the subject,

"I'd say we just need to leave the sauce to simmer now, so I don't really need your help with chopping anymore...It could be useful to have someone roll out the pasta for me though"

Turns out that was something you in fact could not do.

"Is this how they had you kneading dough at Olive Garden?"she teases with a bump of her hip

"Shameful..."

"Here let me show you how to do it..." she offers gently, standing closely beside you

"Can I?" She asks hands hovering above yours, and you nod as she weaves your fingers together guiding you to follow her actions,

"You have to work the dough, see like th-" Naturally of course, you tune her out completely. Too dazed by your proximity to her and the entrancing flex of her fingers as she kneads.

You weren't even going to let your mind go to that place... you refused.

But she did seem to know what she was doing. Chessy was really good with her hands…

The woman herself pauses before turning her head around to face you eyebrows raised.

"Did you get that?"

"Yeah...but I think I'm better off being on pasta sauce duty." You mutter, shaking yourself out of your daze as you walk back over to the pot,

"You're gonna quit just like that?" She chuckles and you shrug with a smirk as she gets back to work.

You look at across Chessy, the older woman trying to blow away a stray wisp of hair as she wipes her hands on her apron to no avail,

She mutters an expletive under her breath, opting to tuck her hair behind her ear with the side of her hand, leaving a huge white flour mark on her face (Chessy of course none the wiser)

With a chuckle, you lean forward to wipe the flour off her cheek with your thumb, pausing to admire how the flecks of light shining through the window twinkle in her sparkling green eyes.

"Thanks..." she smiles staring back at you just as intensely.

"You're welcome"

You drag your gaze from those piercing green eyes down to her lips and back up again. You were so close. It would be so easy to kiss her if you wanted to.

And you really really did. At that moment you wanted to kiss her more than you've ever wanted anything in your life.

"Shit! The pasta sauce is bubbling over " exclaims Chessy and suddenly the moment is gone as you both spring into action.

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Turning to the next page of your book, Annie punctuates the silence with an exhausted sigh,

You ignore her.

She sighs again, this one even louder and more obnoxious than the last,

You slam your book closed throwing it onto your lap,

"Hmm...something the matter Annie?" You grin,

"Well...Chessy left her glasses on the table and is blind as a bat without them...do me a huge favour and go give them to her?"

You raise your eyebrow, Seriously?

"Well...I can't be bothered to go!?" Explains the Brit as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Hallie looks away from the tv to join in on your conversation, frowning at her sister as though she had lost her mind, "Huh? Those glasses aren't eve-"

Annie cuts her off with a look.

Something was up here...but if you were being honest you were too happy to have an excuse to see Chessy to even bother to even attempt to figure out what.

You hesitate, before looking at your outfit, smoothing down your T-shirt,

You'd been laying around all afternoon...you didn't want to go in there looking like a mess.

"Well go on! If you take too long she's gonna confuse the salt with the sugar again" Nudges Hallie.

You don't move.

"...y/n?"

"Sorry it's just.." you shake your head, feeling like an idiot, you knew deep down you were being ridiculous but you couldn't help it.

"...do I look okay?"

The twins look at you, nonplussed and you can't say you can blame them, you normally oozed confidence so suddenly being flustered like this was even scaring you a little.

There was just something about Chessy that made you feel like you a teenager having your first schoolgirl crush again.

You laugh at yourself, discreetly fanning your face,

"It's just...you guys didn't tell me that..."

Hallie looks even more confused "Didn't tell you what?"

"You know...that Chessy was so.." a blush creeps up on your cheeks and realisation appears on Hallie's face as she turns to look at her sister, eyes wide.

Oh. Your best friend gives you an encouraging smile,

"You look amazing as usual...go and give Chessy her glasses princess charming" and you're shooed out of the room before you can even protest.

You don't even fully register the sensation of your feet moving until you find yourself in the entryway of the kitchen.

"You okay y/n?" begins Chessy, peering up at you from over her cup of coffee,

First thing you notice was the fact that she in fact already had a pair of glasses on.

You frown. "Uh...we saw you forgot your glasses so I was gonna bring these over to you"

She holds them up to her face to inspect them for a moment, perplexed before folding them again to place in her breast pocket.

"Huh. These are actually an old prescription so I'm not sure how they got there..."

You look liked a kicked puppy.

"But...thanks anyway Hon!" she smiles giving your shoulder a squeeze upon seeing the look on your face,

"Whilst you're here, I need someone to taste test this chilli for me...I mean I think it's the best thing I've ever tasted but who knows, I could be biased"

Loading up a spoon, she blows on it momentarily, hand cupped beneath it, before holding it up to you.

"Come on...I'm not gonna stand here all day!" she states with a snicker and you lean forward to allow her to slip the spoon into your mouth,

She shoots you an enchanting smile as you swallow.

"Good girl...was that so hard?"

What.

You chastise yourself for the place you just went to mentally before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

God, she was so hot.

"Come again?"

You'd said that out loud.

"The chilli I mean. The chili is so hot. But so good! I mean it's hot but it's like hot just to the right level. I think you'r--it's perfect!"

"The chilli! Really good"

You run a hand through your hair, face beet red as you turn around to flee the kitchen before things could possibly get any more embarrassing for you.

Chessy shakes her head with an empty chuckle as she turns to resume stirring the ladle in the pot,

Cute.

God she was losing her mind. _________________

"Honestly don't worry about it sweetheart, do you want me to make you some soup?" You hear muttering outside your door and you poke your head out of the doorway, towel still wrapped around your hair to see what's going on.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Whispers the older woman as she turns around to look at you, her gaze wandering with a blush as she sees what you're wearing,

You look down at yourself realising you're wearing the skimpiest pair of pyjamas you own and scratch the back of your neck in embarrassment

"No it's okay...I'm an early riser, what's going on?"

"Annie was supposed to lend me an extra hand and tag along with me to the market to get stuff for the house and some last bits ready for the Thanksgiving dinner but she's not feeling well..."

You raise an eyebrow, Annie? Sick? That girl was never sick.

She shrugs throwing her hands in the air

"Never mind... I'll see if Hal is up to getting out of bed"

Both of you knew that hell would freeze over before Hallie 'don't bother me unless someone's dying' Parker-James got out of bed before eleven.

"No! No, I mean, you don't have to...I could go with you?" You offer, trying to hide the fact your heart was racing out of your chest.

"Chessy's face lights up

"I mean...if you're sure?"

"Yeah...you're in luck: I've got strong volleyball player arms so I can do all the heavy lifting for you too" you jest holding your arms up with a flex,

"Just give me a moment to change and I'll be down." ___

As you and Chessy walk back into the house arm in arm and rosy-cheeked from a day in the Californian sunshine, you're thankful that the others don't acknowledge how a trip to the market that should've taken an hour instead took you four. In return, neither of you opts to say anything about the fact that Annie who this morning was on her deathbed, seemed to have miraculously been cured of her illness upon your return.

And if the others catch you mooning over Chessy, whose smile was that little bit brighter that day, at the dinner table, they decide to chalk it up to coincidence and not say anything.

—

Chessy catches you after dinner, appearing slightly nervous as her hands are held behind her back.

"Hey I got you a little...you know, something to say thanks for your help today?"

she holds out a bouquet to you and you smile at her like you've just won the lottery.

You feel like you have.

"Freesias!" you exclaim giving them a sniff, practically bursting with joy,

"...you really didn't have to Chess" you beam, "I honestly had fun today...the market was fun.".

The housekeeper shrugs, eyes somehow managing to look even more glazed over over than yours.

"...they're gorgeous..." you begin shyly "...almost as gorgeous as you"

Chessy bursts into laughter,

"Real smooth. Do you use that trick on all your college girls?" She quips

You look back at her, eyes shining with reverence,

"Nope...freesias are my favourite so that's a compliment that I'd reserve for only the most beautiful of women" You state with a nod of your head.

Chessy giggles uncharacteristically before placing a hand over her mouth as though she didn't realise where the sound had come from.

Her laughter sounded like the tinkling of bells...you felt like your heart was going explode.

She shakes her head with a chuckle, "That's sweet" she murmurs, not believing you,

"I mean it. You really are! So beautiful…just gorgeous.”

You sigh, feeling yourself get lost again in those kind, soft green eyes.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss her...would she give you that same sweet laugh again? Or couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to trail your lips down her neck and see what kind of sounds she'd make.

You were getting ahead of yourself.

You've only known this woman for a couple of days and you were already acting head over heels for her.

"Sleep well Chessy." You smile sweetly with a sigh, before hurriedly turning to make your way up the stairs.

You miss the longing gaze directed at your retreating form as Chessy lets out a dreamy sigh.

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"Hey, so I saw you helping Chess cook dinner again this afternoon...." Annie quips perching on the end of the bed,

"Oh Chessy! I'm so clueless I don't know how to roll pizza dough...can you show me how...with your mouth?" she mocks you, speaking in a high pitched voice and a faux American accent.

"That doesn't even make any sense." You deadpan,

Hallie bursts into laughter before joining in, giving you her best attempt of Chessy,

"Oh y/n hon, you're such a good helper! Can I sleep in your bed tonight so you can hold me with your big strong hands?" She jumps in, wrapping her arms around herself before launching into a round of kissing noises.

You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing at your friends' theatrics...

"Real fucking mature guys...you're in your 20s by the way, just in case you forgot" you chuckle giving in to the humour of it.

Hallie ignores you, continuing with the kissing noises and you throw a pillow at her, the throw landing perfectly on her head with a satisfying thud,

Volleyball came in handy sometimes

"If you keep on fucking with me, I'm gonna put strawberries in your smoothies tomorrow morning when Chessy isn't looking" you tease, eyes narrowed as you give Annie a gentle shove

Your friend laughs, an inquisitive look on her face, "So what you're saying is....you're planning on waking up at the crack of dawn to help her cook breakfast..."

"Isn't that so interesting Hal?"

Hallie taps her chin, "Very Interesting..."

"You know what else is interesting Annie? The fact that Chessy has been making our friend over here special cups of peach tea like some kind of barista"

"...we don't even have peach tea in our pantry but I do know that it's y/n's favourite"

You pout, suddenly fascinated by a piece of lint on your sweater.

"Well...maybe she was just being nice and appreciated the help I gave her..."

Hallie placed her hands on her knees like she was sitting on a piece of top secret information before turning to face the group,

"Or...what about the fact that I saw Chessy reading y/n's copy of Great expectations yesterday"

"What!?" yells Annie in shock, jumping up with so much force she knocks her blackberry on the floor, the battery within it clattering to the floor beside it.

She looks at her sister mouth agape and Hallie nods her head enthusiastically in reply, "It's true! She was holding that book like it was a fucking bible or something"

"You tried to crucify me for even looking at your antiquarian book collection and Chessy has free reign over it after a couple of days!?"

"Oh you really do like her"

"What? No, I just lent them to her because she a- I was being nice! It was just a-...shut up." You stutter in resignation, face turning as red as the twins' hair

"Look anyway...does Chessy even swing that way?" You question inspecting your nails to fake casualness again.

Your friends look as you as though you were stupid.

"Seriously y/n? Do you know any straight women who own that many buttons ups? That's exclusively been her wardrobe for over 20 years by the way"

"she literally drives a pick up"

"Did she not tell you the story of why she and Martin split up?"

"Yeah because Martin was gay...so?" You question being met with a collective of groans at your obliviousness,

"Look y/n...none of us care that you've obviously got the hots for our nanny...but the tension between you guys at the dinner table is getting weird to the point that I feel like for everyone's sake you need to just go for it" explains Annie crouching down to talk to you the way a kindergarten teacher would to a student.

"Look we're all grown women here! Just sleep together and be done with it...you're grossing me out" adds Hallie with a playful eye roll

"Hal!"

Your best friends had the worst delivery you'd ever heard but maybe they had a point. Maybe you did just need to go for it. _____________________________

It's just gone 13:30 when you pad softly into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you're still waking up from your nap.

"You? You're still here?" Snorts Chessy at the kitchen island, nose deep in today's paper but somehow still sensing you before you could even got a word out.

You perk up as you walk over to where she's stood.

"Oh please, you love having me around! You're definitely gonna miss me" You bite back, laughter in your tone

"Yeah..."

The truth is you and Chessy had been spending a lot of time together and tomorrow was your last day in Napa. You'd be lying if the thought of leaving the place, no, the thought of leaving Chessy didn't make your heart ache.

"You seem really invested in that paper...haven't even looked at me once...How'd you even know it was me?"

With a dramatic sigh, she neatly folds the newspaper before placing it on the table in front of her with a flourish and you grin as you finally get to see her face...it was quickly becoming the highlight of your day.

She was glowing... she probably had no makeup on either and still looked breathtaking. But that was just Chessy; stunning,even without trying.

"I don't know...just did." She explains simply, looking at you with a warm smile.

And boy was it warm.

You felt your insides turning to mush again and you lean against the countertop behind you to keep yourself upright.

Sure you were in California but Chessy had one of those smiles that you think could warm you up even on the coldest day...heck you reckoned her smile could probably melt the ice caps.

She casts an appraising look at your outfit, and you ask yourself if you imagined the lingering gaze on your chest,

"Where are you off to looking so sharp?" She asks after a while, eyes darkening,

Oblivious, you give her a twirl with your arms out by your sides before tucking your sunhat back under your arm

"You like?"

"you look gorgeous y/n" She remarks sincerely, gaze unwavering and you turn around momentarily, tucking your lips into your mouth to suppress your grin.

"I was supposed to go out for a picnic with the girls but, I overslept a little and now can't find them...I need your help with that actually..."

"I'm supposed to meet them at some spot by a tree? I was gonna walk down but I don't know where it is."

Her eyes light up in recognition,

"I know where they mean...but walk!?"

"It's at least a mile and a half out...on the trails...you're better off riding there"

"Riding?"

_____

Chessy watches on with her hands in her pockets as you reach out to gingerly to pet the horse,

Sure you were good with animals...but by that you meant ones that were a little...smaller. Like house pets.

Take dogs for example, (especially sweethearts like Sammy) they were easy; give them belly rubs and slide them a couple pieces of chicken and they'd be anyone's best friend.

"Hmm...that's Annie's horse..." The housekeeper states after a while,

"Hallie's horse is gone so I'm assuming they're waiting for you to catch up with them"

"I feel like I already know the answer, but do you know how to ride a horse?" Chessy asks softly,

"Uh, no" You reply incredulous with a head shake.

She sighs, a small smile on her lips before climbing on

"Guess I'm gonna have to give you a ride then...hop on hon" She starts holding a hand out and you look anywhere but at Chessy,

You had a feeling this wouldn't end well

"Today hopefully," she nudges and you sigh softly, taking her hand with a sheepish grin as she helps you get on the horse behind her,

"Never ridden a horse?...You city slickers" she playfully mumbles to herself with a soft shake of her head grabbing your hands to place them on her waist,

"Look it'll be fine...I'll take care of you" she reminds you, clearly sensing your nerves and you barely manage to suppress a shudder,

Take care of you huh?

"Actually I'm from a small town in Georgia." you quip in reply, refusing to acknowledge her first statement and admit your fear.

Chessy teasingly scoffs and you feel her shoulders shake with laughter, giving away the fact that she's joking,

"Yeah, yeah...that's what they all say. You holding on tight?"

You do as told, tightening your grip to wrap your arms around her waist as you lean your head against the older woman's back,

"Yeah."

And the two of you take off.

As the wind blows through your hair you take deep breaths to inhale the musky, floral scent of her perfume closing your eyes and as if it would somehow burn it into your memory.

She smelt like wood fire , and lilies and coffee and you suddenly feel that same pang in your chest at the thought of going home in a couple of days time.

You seriously really needed to get it together...it'd been 10 days. But you don't know if you could.

As you stop to a halt, Chessy expertly dismounts the horse, turning around to hold a hand out to help lift you down after her:

Or course you completely tumble head first and Chessy helps you to your feet, non-judging and patient as per usual.

"How are you so good at that?" You ask with a blush,

"I live and work on a 60 acre vineyard so I had to learn" she explains with a gentle shrug.

You turn to survey the scene:

There was absolutely no sign of Hallie and Annie.

The apple tree that Annie and Hallie had advised you to meet them at was indeed there, a picnic blanket laid on the lush green grass, adorned with a spread that you think belonged on a lifestyle magazine; candles nestled amongst a display of grapes and chocolate coloured strawberries, and fancy cheeses and glasses of wine.

It looked really romantic. Oh.

Hold on a minute...romantic candlelit meal? That sounded familiar.

Chessy crouches down to pick up a piece of paper wedged beneath the basket and unfolds it leaning closer so the two of you could read it:

Chessy and Y/N,

Enjoy your picnic! Thank us later :)

-Annie and Hal xx p.s don't do anything I wouldn't do! ;) -Hal

You look at each other in realisation clearly having just come to the same conclusion.

Hallie and Annie's matchmaking trap.

You really should’ve known...The twins had told you about how they got their parents (back together) when they were 10.... you'd even helped Hallie reenact a similar plan like this to set Annie up with a girl on the cheer team she had a crush on.

Step 1 and 2 were "spontaneous" meet-cutes and step 3 was a romantic candlelit dinner.

The only thing was...what had been step 1 and 2 of the girls' plan?

Chessy bursts into laughter

"They set us up on a picnic date huh?" She smiles shaking her head looking at the spread,

"We've been parent trapped..."

You look across at Chessy and for the first time since you've met her, she looks unsure of what to do.

"Look..." you begin,

"we might aswell enjoy their effort before we head back...I suppose the food does look good" You smile and Chessy relents, her hand sitting on the small of your back as she guides you to sit down beside her.

She gives you a look you can't quite recognise before picking up one of the glasses of red wine, and downing it in a single gulp.

It you didn't know any better you'd say she looked...nervous.

That made two of you.

For the second time today you have to stop yourself from losing your cool. The goosebumps forming on your arms give you away regardless.

"You cold?" Whispers Chessy, taking off her button up without a second thought and draping it over your shoulders

"I get to wear one of the Chessy's famous button ups?" you hum as the taller woman smooths it down over your shoulders

"I know," she agrees playing into your joke, "Guess you must be really special."

She's wearing a tight tank top beneath it and you give an appraising glance at the cleavage now on show, in turn earning a smirk from Chessy. Your gaze then drifts down to the freckles dusted on her arms and you reach out to skate your fingers across them, smirking at the way Chessy shivers.

"...I am."

"...I'm really gonna miss you when I go." You sigh sadly after a while,

Chessy takes your hand in hers, "I'm really gonna miss you too."

You look up at her in surprise, being met with a pensive look from the older woman.

Just go for it y/n. Fuck it.

With a shuddering breath you allow yourself one last glance at her plump lips before leaning in an-

Chessy places her hands on your sternum to stop you a sheepish look on her face,

You frown.

Were you being rejected? Oh, God this was humiliating.

You quickly began to pull away to stand up but she doesn't release her grip on your arm,

"wait...please?" she begs, looking at you conflicted

"Look, you're in your 20s...you sure you want this?”she explains

“Don't you want a nice college girl who's your age? That would be a lot less complicated..."

"I'm sure a hot young thing like you wouldn't have any issues finding someone in your class."

That's all this was about?

You shake your head with a smile, looking at her like she'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world,

"Sure, I'm young. But Im also a grown woman. I know what I want and I want you."

"You're witty, outspoken and gorgeous , and compassionate...I've just...I've never met anyone like you and I won't forgive myself if I don't at least tr-"

you're interrupted as Chessy cuts you off with a bruising kiss and you let out a squeak of surprise before relaxing into it with a whimper,

You push her onto her back with a giggle, straddling her waist as you lift your hands to her cup her face, trying to pull her as close to you as possible.

Her lips were soft and warm against yours and she parted them slightly with a groan to allow your tongue to slip inside. Chessy tasted sweet; like red wine and strawberries and future lazy afternoons spent cuddling beneath the napa sun...like hope.

Breathless, you begrudgingly pull away from her, leaning your forehead against hers, up close like this you could see every single little detail on her face;

The laughter lines that were deepest beside her eyes, the way the slithers of sunlight, peeking through the leaves of the tree illuminated little specks of brown that danced around in her eyes, her swollen pouty lips that now had your lipstick all over them

She was the most gorgeous thing you'd ever seen.

You let out an airy laugh but you couldn't pinpoint what at...relief, happiness,just general amusement at the situation?

You got the girl. You really did need to thank the twins later.

Chessy chuckles too, turning to press a soft kiss against your palm, hands slowly snaking up your thighs.

"...Just incase we haven't covered it already...I want you too."

#first ever fic on here ahhh #used to writing full on chapters on ao3 so writing short oneshots will be a learning curve #chessy x reader #chessy #the parent trap #wlw fanfic #genuinely was terrified to post this

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I just got an idea for a story and have to share!! So reader and Bucky are high school sweethearts and married just before he's in the war and taken by hydra. She never finds out what happened to him and never remarries because he was the great love of her life... but just after he's taken she finds out she's pregnant.

Flash forward to the present and when Bucky is saved by the avengers he tries to find reader but finds out she died and also that he has a son. He goes to meet his son who tells Bucky all about reader from when he was growing up.

Somehow Bucky finds a way to bring reader back through teleporting her or something because he simply can't live without her.

80 years later.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: talks of death, angst, pregnancy, fluff.

A/N: the day I stop writing. About time travel send help because I love it. The TVA can kiss my ass. I also forgot I had written this and it was saved in my drafts for the longest time. I also thought it’d be funny if Bucky was a grandfather that looked younger than his grandkids.

Bucky stood in front of the red door and took a deep breath. He finally gets the courage to knock on the door, his hand trembling as he raked it through his long hair. When the door opens it feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

“Dad?” Surprise colors the voice of this familiar stranger.

“Hey kid.”

Bucky stood in front of an older looking version of himself. White hair and wrinkles around electric blue eyes. But the nose and the lips were all you.

James Grant Barnes, was the son you’d had right after Bucky had been shipped off to the Great War. The son Bucky would never know about because he’d fall off of a moving train and into the hands of hydra. For sixty five years you’d mourn the loss of your high school sweetheart, love of your life and husband. He’d asked for your hand in marriage as soon as you both graduated high school but only married right before he went off to boot camp. It was the happiest days of both your lives, a life you’d never get to share.

Both men stared at each other for a minute before a voice came up behind them.

“Who’s at the door pa?”

“Please come in.” Bucky gets ushered into the living room. “Make yourself at home.”

“Pa who was at the-“ a woman walks into the living room. Hair down to her shoulders, bright eyes and the spitting image of you.

“Rebecca, I'd like you to meet your grandfather.”

“You look just like her.” Bucky’s voice breaks as he speaks.

Rebecca smiles as she sits next to him and it makes Bucky’s heart ache even more. She takes his right hand in hers and squeezes it gently.

“I’m sorry you lost your time with grandma. I feel like I’ve known you all of my life, she talked about you all the time and she loved you so much.”

Bucky cried at that for two reasons. The first being because hydra stole his life away from him and second because he could barely remember you. He just always knew there was something or someone missing. He could only piece parts of your relationship by what Steve told him. The only thing Bucky had of yours was a picture and you looked a bit older then.

“Would you like to see pictures?” James asks his father. Bucky only nods.

Bucky and James spent hours together watching home movies and looking through albums you’d put together. James filled in the blanks for some pictures and family moments. The more he saw the more memories from your time together came back to Bucky.

“Grandma, what was grandpa like?” A very young Rebecca asked you.

You were both sitting in a garden having a picnic. James was currently recording the interaction. While Rebecca sat beside you, you held the newest addition to the family in your arms.

“Well he was a nerd.” You giggle along with Rebecca. “The cutest nerd at our school. He loved reading and dancing and anything to do with technology.”

“Did he ever take you dancing?”

“He sure did. We went dancing every Friday night and we would always drag Stevie with us. Even the night before he went off to war we went dancing.”

“Why didn’t he come back so he could dance with you again?” Rebecca asked innocently. She was still too young to understand what had happened.

The video cuts off there and James pauses the video before it goes any further.

“I wish I could have.” Bucky says after a while.

“She knew, Ma was never mad at you or anything. She just missed you. Even when she thought I wouldn’t notice I always knew when she’d be crying over you. Especially around your birthday or your anniversary. So once I was old enough to have a job I’d always take her out to celebrate.”

“She did a good job raising you. Did she ever-“

“She never remarried or dated anyone at all. Always said you were the love of her life and that there was no use in seeing anyone else because she would just compare them to you and it wouldn’t be fair to them.” James says sadly.

“She should have. She deserved to be happy.”

“Ma was happy with the family she had. She said it herself she wouldn’t change a thing.”

Bucky nods and stands up.

“It’s getting late, I should go. Thank you for not shutting the door on me and for showing me all of this.”

“I could never shut you out. This is your family too. I never thought I’d ever meet you,” James struggled to find the words to express how he felt. “I’m happy we got a chance to meet. You’re welcome back anytime.”

“Me too, I’ll come back soon.”

James stood and they hugged. The hold they had on each other was strong and neither of them wanted to let go. When they finally did they both had tears running down their cheeks but for different reasons. Bucky cried because he missed out on raising his son and James cried because he got a chance to meet his father.

Bucky left the house with a new sense of belonging. Although he never understood why you wouldn’t have written to him to tell me he would be a father. He knew he’d never get an answer so he tried to let it go. It was a complete shock when Steve told him about it.

From that day Bucky met with James frequently. They would mostly talk about the family and what growing up was like for James. His job and his kids. Bucky wanted to stay away from the topic of what happened to him with hydra or the missions he was going on with the Avengers. James didn’t seem to mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was a special occasion. It was Rebecca’s birthday and the family was going to have a party. Of course the first thing she did was invite her grandfather and anyone he wanted to bring. At first he politely declined, stating that he would probably ruin the party. But she insisted, with multiple calls. She was stubborn just like you.

Bucky showed up with Steve and Sam at his side. This would be the first time Bucky would meet the rest of the family and he was nervous.

“Grandpa, you made it!” Rebecca said in a joking tone. Bucky smiles and accepts the hug she’d offered.

“Wow, Buck was not joking when he said you looked like Y/N.”

Steve stood there stunned. While he had spoken with James on the phone he hadn’t met him or anyone else from the family in person. You had been one of the few people to see Steve for who he was and what he wanted to become. The two of you had been friends for as long as Bucky and Steve had been. He grieved your death when he woke up from the ice. Now he stood in a room full of people that had loved you, he took comfort in knowing you hadn’t been alone all those years.

“Hi, grandma talked about you just as she did gramps.” Rebecca smiles at Steve and opens her arm for a hug.

“James, this is Sam.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine, James. Now tell me all about your mom. I bet she had the patience of a saint to put up with these two.”

“She did.” Both men chuckle as they move to the living room.

Not only did Bucky have a son and grandchildren, he also had great grandchildren as well as nieces and nephews. They had all gathered for Rebecca’s birthday in the hopes of meeting him. It was a surreal experience to have so much family. Bucky had thought that there would be no one left. That there wouldn’t be a place for him in this world but you’d managed to make sure he wasn’t alone. Even if you never got to know what you’d done.

After introductions were made the celebration really got started. There was music and conversations going on everywhere. Steve and Sam had been accepted quickly.

“Hey Steve,” Georgie, James’ son, called out. “You should try this.” He held out a plate for Steve to grab a cookie.

“Mmm,” Steve moaned out after he took the first bite. “These taste just like the ones Y/N used to make.”

“They are. When dad said you were coming Becs and I pulled out grandma’s recipe books. She had a little note next to this recipe saying they were your favorite. She was your friend too, thought you’d like having something she used to make.”

“Thanks,” Steve cleared his throat. “This is incredibly kind of you.”

“Don’t mention it. We made a few for you to take home. So don’t forget them before you leave.”

“Trust me I’m not leaving these behind.” Steve said with a chuckle as his phone began to ring. “Excuse me, I have to take this.”

Steve moved to a more private area as he answered Nat’s call and sighed as he hung up. He went through the house until he found Sam and Bucky out in the backyard.

“There’s an emergency, we have to go.” He announced grimly. “Buck, why don’t you stay? We’ll call you for backup if we need to.”

Bucky looked at Steve then at his son and some of the other people he had been talking with moments ago. If something bad was happening he had to go. He had to make sure to keep them safe however he could. So Bucky shook his head. “I’m going with you. I’ll be back before you know it, kid.” He told James with a wry smile.

James accompanied them to the front door where he exchanged a hug with Bucky. “Please come back safe.”

The request was a punch to the gut. You’d said those exact same words on the platform just before he got on the train.

“I’ll do what I can.” He knew better than to make a promise he couldn’t keep.

Days later Steve would come back and tell James that Bucky had disappeared in the snap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky stood in front of the same door he had five and a half years ago. He felt the same kind of fear he did last time. The door was opened this time by Rebecca who, upon seeing Bucky standing at the door, launched herself into his arms and cried. She pulled him into the living room and sat down on the couch.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She said with a sad smile. It only served to make Bucky’s heart stop.

“Rebecca, where's James?”

Tears started to run down her cheeks again.

“He passed away two years ago. I’m so sorry.”

Bucky’s chest tightened. He’d never been there for his son in the moments that mattered and now his son had been taken away from him. He didn’t realize he’d started crying until Rebecca pulled him into her chest. Her arms around him and he sobbed. He grieved for his son, his wife and the life he’d lost.

“I thought Steve would have told you. He was with pa when he passed.”

“No, the minute I was able to come out here I did. We didn’t even get a chance to talk.”

After what felt like hours of them just sitting there and talking, Bucky excuses himself. He needed to get back before Steve went on his final mission.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” Steve quipped.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky and Steve hugged. “I’ll miss ya buddy. If you see her tell her I’ll always love her.” Bucky whispered.

Steve nodded and patted Bucky on his shoulder before heading to the platform.

Bucky held his breath as Steve disappeared. It should have taken only seconds based on what Bruce had said but Bucky knew he wasn’t coming back. Sam and Bruce began to argue but Bucky just turned around and started to walk away.

Bucky found it odd that Sam and Bruce went completely quiet and his steps faltered. He turned to find Steve standing on the platform and headed back.

“Tell her yourself.” Steve said with a shit eating grin as he stepped to the side.

Bucky had barely processed that Steve was back or what he had said when his eyes landed on you. You stood there wide eyed as you looked at him and then you moved. Before he could even react your arms were around his shoulders and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. Bucky snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hi.” You said once you pulled back, letting out a teary laugh. Your hands cupped his cheeks. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“I’m pretty sure I do because I’ve missed you just as much.”

For the first time in years Bucky kisses you. It’s slow and timid but perfect nonetheless. He rested his forehead against yours and breathed a sigh of relief at having you in his arms again.

“My love, there’s something I have to tell you.” You inform him.

“If it’s about James I already know.”

“How?”

“I met him. He was a full grown adult but I spent some time with him.” Bucky tells you.

“I hope you’re ready to spend more time with him.” You say as you turn to find Steve holding on to a five year old version of your son.

“Hi daddy.” James waved excitedly and Steve set him on the ground. He takes off running and jumps into Bucky’s arms, giggling at the feeling of Bucky’s scruff tickling his cheek.

“Hi kid.”

You stand back to watch father and son interact for the first time. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst at the sight. Steve stands next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you in. You cry in his embrace, this time the tears are from happiness.

“Thank you so much Steve. I never thought I’d see him again.”

“The moment I knew we could travel through time, I knew I’d go back to get you. If anyone deserves to be happy it’s both of you.” He smiles down at you.

“What about you? You deserve happiness too.”

“And I have it.” Steve said just as the platform activated again and someone stood in the middle. The suit came off to reveal a very pretty redhead. “That’s Nat, she’s my girl.”

She walks down the steps and stands beside Steve as you pull away. Steve officially introduces you both before you move toward Bucky and James.

“I have heard so much about you it’s good to finally meet you, I’m Sam.” He said as he stretched his hand out for you to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You smile at him and then look up at Bucky. “Who is that?”

“That Bruce, he works with us.”

“Why is he green?” You whisper.

“We will explain as much as we can. Why don’t we go home?”

“Where is home?”

“I have a place in Brooklyn. You’ll stay with me while you get settled.” Steve spoke up.

“Is that ok with you?”

“Anywhere you are is ok with me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

The red door didn’t feel as intimidating this time around. Bucky explained everything that had happened to you. From his time at hydra to being saved by Steve to the family you still had. The door opens and Rebecca’s face immediately lights up when she sees it’s Bucky.

“Hey gramps, how have you-“ the words die on her tongue when she sees you standing just behind Bucky. “Grandma?”

“So I’ve been told.” Your eyes soften as you see the tears in her eyes. When she steps out and cups your face you let her. She stares in disbelief for a moment and then you bring her in for a hug.

“How is this possible? I mean you’re so young again.”

“I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

“Let me have George come over first.”

****

“That’s amazing.” Rebecca said after Bucky explained everything. “You should keep the house.”

“What?”

“You should keep this house. Dad wanted it to stay in the family but we don’t need it. But you do, especially if you want to raise him somewhere safe and away from the Avenger business.”

“George we couldn’t do that, this was your father’s house.” You said although it felt a bit weird.

“But he was your son first. Dad loved taking care of you. If he were here now he’d offer you this home. It would just sit empty until someone finally decided to sell it. Let him take care of you one last time, please.” Rebecca adds.

You and Bucky looked at each other before he spoke up. “Ok, we’ll take it.”

“Wonderful. We’ll clean it out for you and you can keep whatever furniture you’d like. You can change whatever you want in it. And if you need anything all you have to do is let us know.”

You all stood and headed to the main door and exchanged hugs.

“You have no idea how great it is to see both of you together. You deserve to be happy.” Rebecca said.

“Even though you’re technically younger than us, you’re still our grandparents and we’ll be here for you for whatever you need.” George added.

“Thank you. It’s very kind of you to help us like this.”

“It’s the least we could do, you are, or rather were, the best grandmother a kid could have asked for.”

You hug Georgie again and then Rebecca.

“I can still be that if you’d like. We can have Sunday dinners together. How about that?”

“Just like the good old days.” Rebecca said. “We’d love to.”

“Once we’ve settled in then, I’ll call you and let you know so the whole family can come over.” You inform them.

“It’ll be good. Steve has been asking about seeing you guys again.”

“So it’s settled. We’ll see you soon.”

~~~~~~~~~~

A year and a half later.

Most of the nieces and nephews and great grandkids had all left already. James was asleep in his room. The only ones left were Georgie, Rebecca, Sam, Steve and Nat. You all sat at the dinner table still trading stories. Bucky takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. You look over at him and give him a little nod and a smile which he returns.

“There’s something we’d like to tell you.” You say, getting everyone’s attention. “I’m pregnant.”

Everyone stares at you for a moment before they start congratulating you and Bucky. Sam and Steve take money out of their wallet and hand it over to Nat who is smiling smugly at them.

“What’s that about?” You ask her.

“I told them that you were acting differently. I said you were pregnant, they didn’t believe me so we bet on it.”

You laugh as you turn back to the others. Sam and Steve came up to hug you and promise to be the best uncles, but you knew that already with how they treated James. Next were Rebecca and Georgie who also promised to be there for you however they could.

****

You were exhausted by the time you laid down in bed. Bucky walked in a few minutes later after checking to make sure all the doors and windows were locked and the alarm was set on.

The bed dips behind you as Bucky lays down and immediately pulls you into his chest. His hands immediately rest on top of your very small baby bump and he kisses your shoulder.

“Today was good.” He murmurs.

“You say that every night.” He can hear the smile in your voice.

“Any day I get to hold you like this is a good day.”

“I love you Honey.”

“I love you sweetheart. And I love this little bean too.” He says as he smooths a hand over your belly.

“Little bean?”

“Yeah, we don’t know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl yet.”

“I think it’s going to be a boy.” You say confidently.

“Nope. It’s going to be a girl, I just know it.”

“You would be good with a little girl.”

“Can I ask you something, sweetheart?”

“Anything you know that.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were pregnant? You sent all those letters but you never mentioned it.”

This time you turn so that you’re fully facing him. You can tell it’s been weighing on him, the not knowing.

“It’s going to sound stupid. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid that if you knew I was pregnant you wouldn’t be thinking clearly out there. I don’t know, maybe you’d be afraid of getting hurt and would make a mistake and then you’d never come home. Now with everything I know I feel guilty that you never knew about him back then.”

“Don’t, I probably would have been distracted. I mean even back then all I wanted was to get back home to you. That was my only reason to fight as hard as I did. I think I would have been more afraid to fight if I knew about James. It could have been worse, I could have actually died. But I’m home now, we’re together and that’s all that matters.”

“It only took about eighty years.” You smile before pulling Bucky down for a kiss.

This new life you had was strange. You didn’t really belong in the current time you were in but you did belong with Bucky. The city was different, the only people you knew were your family and the Avengers. There was no one left from your previous life but you’d trade all of those things at a chance to be with Bucky.

Because Bucky had always been it for you. Whether it was in the 40s or eighty years later.

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leiawritesstories · 10 months

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Ahaha, I have another because I’m greedy 🙈 But this prompt for Rowaelin, please??:

I put you down as my emergency contact because I don’t know anyone else in the city, and we literally only met in passing, please forgive me but I am stuck at the ER and they won’t let me leave without you.

Thank you!

hehehehe okay so both you and @tomtenadia asked for this one and I really really hope this delivers 😈😁🥰

500 followers celebration prompt fills

Word count: 2.2k oops

Warnings: some angst and hurt BUT ONLY A LITTLE BIT I PROMISE and it's followed by so much comfort

Enjoy!!

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Aelin blinked back into reality and found herself in a hospital bed, her body covered in a cotton gown, aches and dulled pains creeping back into her consciousness as her head cleared. She shifted and found her left arm in a sling, immobilized. She shook her head gently, trying to bring up the memories of just how the hell she'd ended up in the emergency room instead of back at her hotel.

"Good to see you awake," a woman's voice said from her right. Aelin turned her head to find a nurse, about her own age, clad in the same blue scrubs as the other staff. "You've been asleep for a solid few hours, probably thanks to the medication."

"Wh-what happened?" Aelin croaked.

The nurse pressed her lips together. "Do you remember a car accident?"

Oh.

Just like that, the memories flooded back. Aelin had been sitting in the back of a taxi, heading from a coffee shop where she'd been at a casual post-session meeting back to her hotel in downtown Doranelle. As the taxi had driven through an intersection, a driver had run the red light in the opposite direction and hit the rear side of the taxi. Her memories got a little fuzzy after that, mostly just snippets of shock, confusion, flashing lights and sirens, and a vague recollection of being loaded into an ambulance.

"You remember?" the nurse asked. Aelin nodded. "Good. That's a good sign that you likely don't have a concussion." She scratched a few notes onto her clipboard. "Now that you're awake, we can finish discharging you. You're stable, so we won't need you to stay here."

"So I can go home?" Aelin signed the papers the nurse handed her.

"No."

"What do you mean, I can't go home?" Still a little out of it from the medication they'd given her, Aelin blinked at the ER nurse. "You just told me I don't need to stay."

"Let me clarify, then," the nurse replied. "You've been cleared to go home, but you have not been cleared to go home alone. You'll need someone to take you--and no, a taxi or an Uber doesn't count." A hint of a smile curled the corner of her lips at Aelin's disgruntled frown. "It's for your safety, Miss Galathynius. We don't want to see our ER patients back here within a few hours because they tried to do something they shouldn't have done."

Aelin sighed. "All right. You can call my emergency contact." She leaned back into the hospital bed. "I'd ask you to call my parents, but they live over a thousand miles away, so that isn't possible."

"As long as you have an emergency contact on file, that will be fine." The nurse placed Aelin's normal clothes in a small pile on the chair next to the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes to let you know who's coming for you."

"Thanks." Aelin managed a half smile before tilting her head back and groaning. Gods. Of all the days and times to wind up in the ER, it had to be now, during her work trip to Doranelle. At least their healthcare system was well-funded and well-run; the staff who she vaguely remembered tending to her when she came in were polite, professional, and expertly trained. Muffling a grunt, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, gripped the handrail, and stood up slowly, careful not to put too much weight on her legs at once. Shakily, she managed to stand up and reach for her clothes.

There, she got stuck. She couldn't get out of her hospital gown alone because the damn thing was tied in the back and her damn arm was in a sling to immobilize her injured shoulder.

She'd just screamed a string of foul curses into the pillow when there was a knock on the door and the nurse reappeared. "Good news, Miss Galathynius! A Mr. Rowan Whitethorn is on his way to pick you up."

Ah, shit. The thought of Rowan Whitethorn seeing her like this was almost enough to make her wish she'd been kept at the hospital.

"All right," was what she told the nurse. "I hope he's bringing food, because I am bloody hungry."

The nurse laughed. "I'm sure he'll be able to get you all the food you want once you're out of here." She handed Aelin a small paper bag. "There is a small quantity of pain medicine in here. I'd recommend taking it once or twice a day, depending on how severe your pain is, for the next four to seven days. You can take over-the-counter pain medications as well. After seven days, stop taking the prescription medication. If there's any left, you can bring it to any pharmacy here and they'll discard it."

Aelin nodded along. "Okay. Thank you." She flashed a soft smile at the nurse, who'd been nothing but kind to her.

"Of course." The nurse offered her a small smile in return and left the room.

Aelin considered whether or not it would be worth attempting to get into her normal clothes before Rowan got there and decided that it wasn't. If he had to walk her out of the hospital still wearing the godsdamned gown, then he would. Damn shoulder.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, Rowan Whitethorn pushed open the door and burst into the hospital room. His crisply pressed suit was disheveled, his tie loose around his neck, his collar undone, and his eyes were wild, almost panicky, as he crossed the room in two long strides and cupped Aelin's face in his hands.

"What the hell?!" She pulled away from him, hissing at the sharp twinge of pain caused by the sudden movement.

He stepped back, hands up. "You what the hell? Give me a fucking heart attack, why don't you, Galathynius?"

She rolled her eyes. "You barely even know me, Whitethorn. Shut it with the heart attack nonsense."

"No." He folded his arms across his chest and scowled. "Why the hell am I your emergency contact?"

"Because I'm a thousand miles from home, I don't live here, and you're the only person at this fucking seminar that's bothered to learn my name." The small rant spilled out of Aelin before she could stop it. "I needed to have someone on file, and your stupid face is the first name I thought of. You're lucky I had your business card, or I'd be stuck here until I convinced the nurse that I could Uber back to my hotel without dying."

Rowan's cranky expression morphed into mild shock, then concern. "So you weren't going to explain why in all hell your arm is in a sling and there's bruises all over you?"

"They're not all over me," she huffed. "There's some minor bruising on my clavicles, arms, and left cheek. And anyone who asks why I'm wearing a sling deserves to be told to shut the fuck up."

"Fair enough," he admitted. "Fine. I'll drive you back to your hotel." He offered one hand.

She held up her good hand. "Not so fast, Mr. Business. I need to change into my own clothes." She frowned. "But with this bloody sling, I can't get the gown untied."

To her immense shock, a blush spread up his angled cheekbones. "Um...should I call the nurse?"

"This is an ER, Whitethorn, not the regular hospital ward," she deadpanned. "I've been discharged, so as far as they're concerned, I'm no longer their patient. You can help me."

His blush deepened. "I..." He cleared his throat, schooling his face back into its usual impassive mask. "Fine. Tell me what you need help with."

She turned, presenting her back. "Untie the gown, please."

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "she's trying to kill me" and carefully untied the gown, keeping his hands as far from her skin as possible. Which wasn't very far, since he was literally undressing her.

Aelin was still wearing her bra and underwear beneath the gown, and because she wanted to have a little fun, she let the gown drop to the floor instead of holding it up to herself. Rowan emitted a strangled cough and wheezed behind her. She smirked. "Is something wrong, Whitethorn?"

"Nothing," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Where are your clothes?"

"On the chair. Hand me my pants, please." He did, and she pulled on her slacks. "Blouse." The blouse was a little more trouble. Aelin got it halfway on and stopped, unable to wrangle her sling arm into the unbuttoned blouse. "Shit."

"Here." Unexpectedly, Rowan had picked up her sweater and draped it over her injured arm, careful to keep his touch light. He let her slip her good arm into the other sleeve, then buttoned the three big buttons on the front of the loose sweater. "Does that help?"

"Yes." She flashed him a small, hesitant grin. "Thanks."

He clutched his chest. "Polite words from Aelin Galathynius? What world is this?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a jackass, Whitethorn, just let me grab my purse and we can get the hell out of here."

"Not so fast." He snatched her purse before she could reach it. "Are you supposed to be carrying this?"

"I still have one good arm," she sighed. "Give it to me." He raised one pale brow in disbelief. "Yes, Whitethorn, I can carry my purse. It's not too heavy for the limit they gave me."

Satisfied with that answer, he handed her her purse and held the door open as she walked out. "I'm parked kind of far away," he admitted as they left the ER building. "Couldn't find a closer spot."

"It's okay," she reassured him. "It's my arm that's injured, not my legs."

Her traitorous legs chose that very moment to wobble, betraying her strong façade.

"Mhmm," Rowan drawled, a smirk curving his lips.

She scowled. "Shut it."

He mumbled something indecipherable and, without warning, lifted her off her feet. "We'll actually get somewhere if I don't have to put up with your toddling," he teased.

Aelin's mouth dropped open. "Toddling?!"

His smirk grew. "Tell me you weren't as unsteady as a toddler and I'll call you a liar, Ae." The nickname fell from his lips as easily as his dry sarcasm.

"You're horrid," she grumbled, folding her arms.

"And look at that, we're already at my car!" he announced, triumphant. She sighed and let him help her into the passenger seat.

As they headed down the streets towards downtown Doranelle, Rowan flicked a glance over at her. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Remember the accident that blocked up half of downtown earlier this afternoon?" she asked. He nodded. "I was in the taxi that got hit."

If he hadn't been driving, he would have stopped in his tracks. "You--what?"

"Rowan." Instinctively, she reached over and placed her good hand on his forearm. "I'm okay. It wasn't a huge crash."

"It wasn't--Aelin, do you know what happened at that intersection?"

"I remember my taxi getting hit."

His throat bobbed. "The driver that hit your taxi skidded on black ice and T-boned another vehicle. It was...it was bad."

She gasped. "I had no idea."

"Of course not," he murmured. "You were injured, Ae." He shifted one hand off the steering wheel so he could wrap it around her good hand. "There were some serious injuries, but everyone made it to the hospital in time and it seems like they're all stable. Police arrested the driver for DUII and reckless driving." His thumb rubbed across the back of her hand. "It's been all over the news and social media."

"I had no idea," she repeated, softly. "I...I'm glad everyone seems to be okay." She leaned back into the seat and was quiet for the rest of the drive back to her hotel.

At the hotel, Rowan surprised her again by parking, helping her out of the car, and grabbing a small duffle bag from the backseat of his car before accompanying her inside.

"What are you doing?" she hissed under her breath as he walked beside her to the elevator, his steadying hand on her lower back.

"I've been given orders to see you safely home," he drawled, mirth lighting his eyes.

She frowned. "I'm at my hotel, in case you haven't noticed."

He nodded. "You are. And I'm going to make sure you get to your room safe and sound."

"You going to pat me on the head and tuck me into bed, too?" she griped.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind putting you to bed, Aelin," he whispered into her ear. The heat concealed in his lazy words barreled down her spine, awakening a part of her that had absolutely no business being so active when she was supposed to be resting and recovering.

She stepped out of the elevator before Rowan and led him down the hall to her room, where she stopped, took a deep breath, and pressed her key card to the lock. The small screen flashed green, the door unlocked, and with her hand on the half-open door, Aelin turned to face Rowan, her calm voice belying her thundering heart.

"Stay with me, Ro?"

More emotions than she could count flashed across his face. He followed her into the hotel room, closed the door, and leaned himself against the door frame, resting the weight of his gaze on her.

"I'd love to."

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gurugirl · 2 years

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Can we get the scene from how do kidnapper & dark!Harry and deflowered reader live??? Any kid??? She woke up yet???

You don't have to by the way if you have no time ❤

WARNING: This is kidnapper!harry. If you haven't read MCC then it might not make a whole lot of sense, but please know, this could have some triggering or upsetting themes. SMUT, PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION 1.5k words

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You made dinner and had the table set for Harry by the time he got back from the store. You still weren't quite ready to go out with him, he told you, but you were okay with that. You didn't mind staying at home and waiting for him. You wanted to do anything to please him.

Once you heard the front door close you ran to greet him, dropping the utensils you were placing on the mat so you could hurry to him. He'd only been gone for forty-five minutes but you always missed him like he'd been gone for hours and hours.

Harry smiled and let out a breath of relief when he saw you. He still worried that you'd leave one day. Run away back to your parents, but every time he left and came back, you were always waiting for him like a good pup. He'd been lucky with you. Even after over a year you were still his good girl, begging and obeying at his whim.

"Hey puppy. Smells good in here. What are we having?" He kissed the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle and walked with him to the dining room.

"Chicken curry and rice! You said you wanted some the other day so I thought I'd make it for you." Harry squeezed you and kissed your cheek before letting you go. You reluctantly released your hold on him to sit at the table. You really wanted to sit in his lap while you ate dinner but you knew that he preferred when you sat in the chair at the dining table. Like a good girl.

Dinner was delicious. Harry was always pleased with you, even the dinners you made were outstanding. You were wiggling in your chair by the time he'd eaten nearly all of his dinner. He knew what you wanted. He'd trained you for it and you responded to him so well.

And it was true. You could barely eat your curry you were so excited for him to take you into the bedroom and have his way with you. Middle-of-the-day sex, as he called it. There was morning-sex, sometimes, late-morning-sex as well before lunch, if you were particularly needy, then middle-of-the-day sex which came around dinner time. Then you'd have evening sex which was your favorite because he took his time with you. You'd start by sucking him off and making him come down your throat and then he'd eat you out and make you come as many times as you needed, and then he'd make love to you afterwards, once he was nice and hard again and you'd both fall asleep holding each other.

Middle-of-the-day sex was sometimes like a quickie but it always ended with you full of Harry's come in your pussy. But no matter what time of day it was, if you were around Harry, your panties were wet. Harry usually suggested you didn't wear panties and he preferred you in skirts and dresses so he had easy access, because sometimes he wanted you at other times of the day as well. He couldn't get enough of you.

But now, you knew what was coming and your already drippy pussy was clenching and fluttering as you watched Harry eat his curry with no rush.

You bit your lip and moved around a little trying to get some relief. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that you responded this way to him nearly all the time.

"You okay, puppy?" Harry smirked. He knew what you wanted.

"Yeah. Just waiting for you to be done so we can, you know..." you chuckled, still feeling embarrassed by saying it.

"So we can do what? What do you want little one?" Harry scooped his last bite into his mouth and watched you squirm.

"So you can fill me up. Like you normally do around this time." You bit your lip and blushed and felt yourself slippery between your legs.

"Want my come inside your pussy? Is that it? So excited for me, aren't you pup? Bet you're all wet and puffy just for me already aren't you? Let's have a look." Harry motioned for you to stand and so you did.

You pushed the chair back and lifted your skirt up so he could see your shiny labia and the insides of your thighs wet with arousal already.

"Fuck. I better take care of my little girl, huh?" Harry began undoing his belt and removing himself from his pants right in his chair. He scooted himself back from the table and patted his thighs, "Hope on puppy. Let's see you ride my cock like you know how."

You scrambled onto his lap and held onto his shoulders and he put his hands at your hips. You moved your skirt to the side so you could watch as you angled yourself onto him, slowly working your way down over him and you let out a soft sigh at the feel of him inside of you.

Harry breathed out heavy through his nose. You felt amazing on him and around him. He dipped down to kiss your neck and marked you. You had an array of bruises over your body and on your neck, in varying stages of healing. You loved being marked by him.

You gripped his shoulder tight and it was hard to find the leverage you needed when your legs were dangling on either side of his thighs. Harry helped you move over him as much as he could. You had him firmly packed inside of you and he assisted in moving you front to back as he fucked upward to get into you deeper. You couldn't move up and down much without the proper leverage but Harry was so hard and he'd be able to come from the way you were squeezing him all around his long cock. You walls were pulsing around him with each push and pull of you over him.

"Want my come, puppy?" Harry spoke quietly into your ear as you were being shifted over his cock.

"Yes! Please..." you begged and looked at him with your rounded eyes.

"I'll give you what you want. But I need your cream all over my cock first. Need you to come." He moved his hand down to your clit rubbing circles over it and began jacking his hips upward into you as your cunt clenched down hard over him.

You nodded at him and a tear fell from your cheek as he was hitting you really deep. It ached in your tummy but you loved him so far inside of you. You wanted to keep him inside of you all the time. In fact, you'd usually beg him to stay inside of you all night long or wake him in the night to cock warm him. He simple adored you and loved that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Your legs were wobbly and swinging at his upward thrusts and the sound of the chair moving lightly under Harry with the wetness he was plunging into was a beautiful noise. You'd gotten the front of his pants all wet.

When he leaned in to kiss you and with his thick fingers circling your clit to combine with the way he was hitting your g-spot inside of your pretty pussy, you finally orgasmed on his long shaft.

You cried out and moaned as Harry continued fucking into you, making your bounce a little as you orgasmed. Harry tried keeping his mouth over yours but when he stared to come, his jaw went slack at the feel of his balls tightening and releasing his sperm inside of you.

He grunted and squeezed your hips hard as he rutted upward and pulled you down over his cock, spilling everything he had inside of you.

When he was starting to soften you kept your arms around his neck, leaning into him fully, he smacked your bottom lightly, "Let's get up baby. Get dinner cleared from the table. M'kay?"

You nodded and pulled your arms from him slowly. You just wanted to be close to him. Stay in his lap with his cock still buried inside of you, but you knew better than to question him. It was always better when you just did what he said.

Harry noticed your sad puppy eyes when you climbed off and then grabbed his plate. He felt like sometimes you wanted more than he could give you, but he would never complain about this discovery.

So he followed you into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you sat the plates into the sink.

He put his mouth to your neck and spoke into your skin, "You're so good for me baby. I love you."

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate any support you can give! Whether a comment, reblog, or buying me a coffee - it’s all appreciated.

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wehaveimagineshere · 3 months

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Thanks for answering my question! I ask because I wanna keep the Carlos train going lol. I'd love to read something about him and his wife (the reader) being new parents to their first kid. Like putting her to sleep or playing with her. Anything super fluffy and sweet!! Thinking of Carlos with a little baby makes all my insides go fuzzy and he's such a girl dad to me. Thaaaaaaanks!!!!

(Also I love how much attention he's been getting here >.< normally you expect a flood of Leon but not this time!)

Of course, thank you so much for asking for clarification! Omggg he's definitely a girl dad, 100%, this is such a cute ask!!

I love how much attention Carlos is getting too! He's such a sweetie and I am so happy he's getting so much love! I expected a lot of Leon too but I honestly haven't gotten a single request for him yet. Not complaining cause it means I'm getting all these Carlos prompts instead! I love it!

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There's one thing that became blatantly obvious not long after you brought your little girl home.

Holding her head against your shoulder, her body snug against your chest, you walk toward the sound of the front door closing, Carlos' "I'm home babe!" echoing into the house.

Your little girl goes still upon hearing his voice, and you can already picture her wide brown eyes, the same hue as Carlos', darting left and right over your shoulder, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Hey hey, look at my girls," he says as you turn the corner, smile blooming across his lips as he quickly steps out of his shoes. "One, as sexy as she'll ever be," he starts, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "The second, being the cutest thing to ever live," he continues as you flip your baby around.

Her squeal nearly blows your eardrums as she finally gets to see him. Chubby little hands outstretch, fingers doing a weird wiggle as her body does the same.

Carlos takes her gently and holds her up, her little fingers doing those wiggles on his cheekbones as she does a mix between a gurgle and a laugh. "And what have you been up to today?" Upon her giggle, he lowers her to cradle her against his chest. "Sounds like you've been taking care of mom."

"She definitely has," you say, leaning in to give your daughter a quick kiss to her forehead before turning to give your husband a kiss on the cheek. "We had a full four hour nap earlier."

"Heeyy, way to go!" He kisses the top of her head. "Do you know how hard it is to get this woman to rest?"

You roll your eyes.

"I've had to beg on my knees once, you know," he continues, ignoring your eye roll. "I only succeeded because I managed to get your mom's pants down."

"Carlos."

"What? It's how she was made."

Your baby paws at his nose, drool leaking onto his shoulder.

"Still. No kid, at any age, wants to hear stories about that with their parents."

"Look, our agreement was that I could still swear until she starts learning words. Should be more specific." Hefting her up, he offers her back to you. "Hold her for a sec?"

Her expression shifts as if in slow motion. The smile turns into a frown, little eyebrows furrowing as her tiny brain tries to understand why daddy is holding her away. When she sees your hands reaching for her, the horrible fact that she's about to be passed settles and tears burst free, her wails nearly shaking the walls.

Grabbing her quickly, you make sure to position her so her back is to your chest. Adopting the bop dance that's become second nature, you manage to shush her down to pouty sniffles.

"The moment you walk in, all she wants is you," you say with a sigh.

Sticking his jacket into the closet, Carlos throws you a grin. "She knows who's more fun."

You scoff, fighting down the smile. "Oh yeah?"

"Dad comes home, and--" He snatches her up, doing a little spin. Laughter peels from her chest. "--she knows she's going to have a good time."

"She even takes bath time so much easier when you're the one doing it."

"I'm a natural."

That smile finally breaks free and you cross your arms. "I can't really deny that," you say softly, taking in the love of your life holding his little girl like she's the most precious thing in the world.

"You did good, you know," he says back, placing your daughter back against his shoulder as he leans to kiss your cheek. "She's one heck of a cute kid." His head yanks to the side as she finds a lock of hair and tugs. "Hey, we've talked about this."

Laughing, you follow him into the living room, finding your spot next to him as he frees his hair and places her on his legs. Pressing both index fingers against her cheeks, he smiles as she blows a raspberry with his help.

You thought you'd seen every expression Carlos could make, but the way he looks at his daughter always makes your heart melt. And you don't really blame your little one, really, for loving him just as fiercely back.

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira/reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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AITA for ‘forcing’ my dad to drive me home while I had COVID, and then cutting contact?

Sorry if this isn’t allowed, but it’s been weighing on me for the past year and a half so I want to get an outside opinion because I’m still afraid it’s my fault. Basically, my (22F) parents are split; it was bad and they both hate each other, call the other abusive, etc. I live with my mom, but we used to alternate holidays, and my dad had Christmas 2021. I don't get on with him; we're very different, he's very judgemental, he doesn't like that I'm very close with Mom, and we've fallen out in the past (I still regret coming out to him). I didn't want to go, TBH, but I did because my siblings wanted me there.

Christmas went fine but I was running out of energy to deal with him afterwards and that's where it started. He'd agreed to take me and my youngest brother home (2.5 hr drive) on the 28th, and we made plans around that, but two days before he announced that he wouldn't unless Mom agreed to meet him halfway; that's normal, but since he'd already agreed to drive the whole way, she had gone away and was flying home that day. He refused to take us home until she was free. We had an argument over this, and I decided I'd just get the train if he didn't want to drive me.

That day, however, my stepsister got COVID, and we all tried to isolate from her, but me and my youngest brother tested positive on the 28th. I'll be honest, at that point, I think I was selfish. My plans were already cancelled, but I was at my wits' end with Dad and I couldn't handle another week of isolation with him. My room at his house was also just one end of the kitchen, which everyone else has to use, whereas at home I have my own bedroom with a bathroom right next door, so I could isolate much more easily and safely at home. Our rules at the time were if you were visiting somewhere, you were allowed to travel home to isolate so long as you didn't use public transport; Mom still wanted us home.

We got into a fight about this; Dad said I had to stay there. I snapped at him it wasn't my home, and he'd get COVID from me anyway there. He put his foot down and said he wasn't taking me, and I thought that was the end of it. Until two hours later, when he told me to get in the car, and said he'd drive me and my brother home; I genuinely think that he was expecting me to back down then, but I didn't.

Twice on the journey he berated me for being selfish; I told him I didn't force him. After he dropped me off, he sent me three text messages of the same, including saying I was as bad as my Mom and ordering me to tell her she was a bad person. I blocked his number, so he sent me an email warning me to "be careful who I ally myself with" and threatening me not to side with Mom. At that point, I cut all contact and blocked his email.

As far as I know, he never got COVID. He's emailed me a few times since (blocking him just sends them straight to my bin, I still see them); he's asked me to meet up with him a few times, and keeps getting my brother to ask when I’m going to talk to him again. I’ve never had an apology or even a real acknowledgment of what happened, except an “I know you’re still angry” at one point, and he still sends me presents and stuff even though I’ve told my brother I don’t want anything.

IDK, I still just feel really bad about the whole thing. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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annaraebananawriter · 1 year

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Hi, I'm just about to go to bed but I thought of yet another little fanfic idea I thought I'd share with you all before I forget--

A few centuries ago, in a remote village, there lived two brothers, Dream and Nightmare. Their mother cared for them, and she was the unofficial leader of the village, too. However, when the boys were young, around 6ish, their mom died. The village, feeling lost, looked to them for guidance, though the adults shortly realized they were far too young to lead. The villagers took it upon themselves to teach the young boys and train them.

They quickly found that Dream excelled in making sure everyone was fed and cared for, all the making of a strong and good leader. Meanwhile, Nightmare excelled in any kind of scholarly area, acing tests and flying through books. The villagers discussed the boys frequently, and most of the adults favored Dream over Nightmare, finding his social butterfly personality charming, while his brother’s tendency to stay tucked away in the house reading a bit frustrating. A leader couldn't keep their head in a book and take good care of their village, after all.

So, slowly, they gave the important lessons to Dream, busying Nightmare with test after test, gradually marking lower and lower to make him focus on getting the grades up, all in hopes of keeping from getting suspicious as to why Dreams lessons were far longer than his were. And why did Dream walk out of the lessons with such different homework than his? It looked far more wordy, too complex to be for school. The teachers never gave him much answer when he asked: "Dream simply outgrew the regular schoolwork."

Nightmare, used to being the academic one, grew worried about his place in this village. Mother always said he would be a great person to go to regarding decisions for the villages' problems one day. She taught him to have pride in how smart he was. But these teachers marked him low, made him feel stupid, chiding him on taking too long to answer a question, for getting too excited and rambling on, all because he recognized the subject matter from a book ge read the other day.

At first, he tried hard to get his teachers to see him, to tell that he was smart, too, just like Dream. He deserved the special lessons, too. But the longer this went without notice, the longer the teachers dismissed him, and the more time the manor halls were empty and he was alone, waiting for Dream to get out of lessons, he grew tired of trying. He stopped doing his schoolwork and stopped participating, which only made the teachers madder. The teachers told him to quit acting like a baby and do the work they gave him or waste away into nothingness. Nightmare, angry because they still didn't understand, yelled back about how he didn't see a point to work if he didn't get recognition for it. The teachers didn't take this kindly--in fact, they slapped him for it.

Stunned, Nightmare could only listen as the teacher berated him for being so selfish. From then on, he kept to himself, and he played the part the adults wanted him to play. All while nursing a stirring jealousy and bitterness as he watched Dream step into a position of leadership, hours upon hours of work and work, most of the time away from the manor.

Dream, on the other hand, was shaped for leadership and nothing else. He was taught to put the village above himself, above Nightmare, above anyone he might love. The teachers told him a leader wanted the best for his people, and the best was always everything you could give and more. When he transitioned from schoolwork to village work, he's unsure, but it was not a sudden change; he looked over his work one night and had a slow realization that this was not the schoolwork his brother was getting, no, it was something far more important. And he never got a break from this work, not like his brother did. It just piled on and on, more problems appearing the minute he solved one.

One day, he complained about this workload, saying it made his head spin. He had had so little sleep that the ceiling seemed to dance around his head. This day, the teachers had apparently been in a bad mood, for while they would normally laugh and gently chide him, this day they screamed: "Leaders do not rest until all of their village's problems are satisfied. You do not get to rest until we say you can. You do not deserve to." Needless to say, this woke Dream up well, and he apologized quietly and said he would do better.

Trapping this as a lesson in his head, Dream changed. He accepted his leadership position with no complaints, throwing himself into his workload in hopes of getting done fast enough to still make it home in time to eat supper with Nightmare--he rarely made it. Taught to be selfless, nothing more than a tool used to better the village, Dream lost himself, the lines of who he was and who his teachers wanted him to be blurring.

Dream also hid away a spek of jealousy as he watched him brother lounge on the couch at home, reading all day long. It seemed like he was so free, able to do as he pleased. He was free to be himself and nothing more, not expected to be something untouchable, something immovable, invincible.

Both brothers envied the other; Nightmare for how loved Dream was, Dream for how free Nightmare was.

Eventually, all the time away from home, away from his brother, wore on Dream. He messed up more and more, too distracted by the ache of missing Nightmare, and the villagers noticed. They snapped at him to pay attention. In secret, they planned. Nightmare was distracting their leader, and if this continued, their village would be ruined. They planned to fix this by getting rid of the distraction for good.

Nightmare's sickness started as a cough. It lingered and lingered and drove him mad. He grew feverish, too, barely able to get out of bed some days. And it all came to a head when Drema returned one night to his brother passed out on the floor of his room, blood dripping out of the mouth. The doctors could do nothing, leaving Dream anxious and Nightmare bedridden.

Dream, unable to take the tragic news that his brother could not be helped, searched and searched for his own cure. He came up with nothing--until. He saw in a book, a dusty old thing hidden away in Mother's library, writings about creatures in the woods around the village that are rumored to grant a wish of any kind. Even to cure and uncurable disease.

Hopeful and desperate, forgoing the warnings of the book to not make deals with beings you cannot trust Dream snuk away during the night and pleaded with the creatures to save his brother: "I just want to see him smile, please. I will do anything for you, be anything for you, just please save my brother."

And the creatures did.

But not in the way he wanted.

Nightmare died the next day. And Dream, overwhelmed with grief, shut the manor gates and ignored all attempts the villagers made to fet him out, no matter how much they yelled and threatened. He hoped he might wither away, join his twin in death, but he never did. Even though he did not eat or drink for years. Turning his anger towards the damn creatures that caused this, he stumbled back to the forest after decades of hiding out, and he screamed at them: "This was not the deal!"

"Wasn't it?" The creatures replied, "You said you would be anything. So be someone we can talk to for years to come. We gifted you, you see. You can learn so much from us and us from you."

"I asked you to save my brother. I told you to make me see him again."

"And you will. We just never said when."

Dream heads back to the manor, still shaking from anger. But sure enough, around winter, he finds a small child in the woods, abandoned and about to die of hypothermia. Taking pity, he brings the child home and cares for it until it is well.

When the child wakes up, he asks him his name.

The child blinks. "My name is Nightmare."

(Basically: In this AU, Dream and Nightmare are cursed so that one of them is immortal and the other one reincarnates, and the one who reincarnates always stumbles into the immortal ones life, and yet always dies young.

Dream watches his brother die over and over, having to rebuild their brothership from the ground up because Nightmare doesn't remember him when he comes back.)

#undertale au #utmv au #dream sans #nightmare sans #dreamtale #dreamtale au #i am so sorry if this is messy #as said #i am about to go to bed #i will come back later and explain more if i can #maybe clean some things up #but let me know what you giys think!#goodnight!!

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axe8472 · 1 year

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I have thoughts in my brain about six of crows and they may or may not make sense. So. The thing is when people talk about how the crows couldn't possibly be 16-18 because they're overly mature and competent and have life experience etc etc. i get that BUT is that not the whole point? I mean the books really hammer it home that notions of childhood in their world are entirely different from ours, like to the point where i would even say it's a main theme and kinda the driving force behind all the events in the duology.

Kids are taken away from their parent at like 11 to train as soldiers. Kaz was all alone in Ketterdam at 9 years old and there doesn't seem to have been any functioning system of care for kids like him, nor mandatory schooling. In Fjerda, it seems like the closest thing to foster care is being taken on by the Druskelle. Inej started training as an acrobat pretty much as soon as she could walk and was playing starring roles in performances by the time she was 14 (and probably a fair bit younger). I don't remember Jesper's backstory perfectly but I think he was put to work in the jurda fields (a hazardous agricultural job) as a small child, then worked with guns in some way, then got sent to school in a different country when he was like 15. This isn't exclusive to the crows - it's mentioned a lot that there are many kids in situations similar to Kaz and Inej in the Barrel. Even Joost, despite seemingly being quite sheltered, is working full time night shifts as a guard when he's not even old enough to grow facial hair.

It seems that there's just much more of a vocational focus for kids/teenagers in the grishaverse. This makes a lot of sense because many elements of culture across the grishaverse countries come from the ~1800s when the attitude towards kids was that they weren't all that different from small, inexperienced adults, especially in working-class and rural settings where you just had to get on with things. Kerch especially took inspiration from victorian England, where kids as young as 9 could legally work up to 60 hours a week in dangerous conditions. So yeah that's kind of the whole point imo. It's especially interesting because I read the soc duology as a (potentially semi-unintentional?) criticism of capitalism. This is highlighted by the fact that Wylan, the only one of the crows from a rich background, is also the only one who had a childhood and got an education even vaguely comparable to what we would consider normal. So clearly the whole childhood innocence vs being put to work at like 4 thing is closely tied to class. (obviously Wylan did not have A Good Childhood but it seems from the books that the standard for merchers' kids is to give them a really good and varied education with 1-to-1 tutoring etc, which is very different from what all the other characters seem to have had as kids.)

And okay yeah they're unrealistically skillful and competent and just generally smart, but that would be the case even if they were adults. Like you kinda have to just take liberties with your characters of they'll never manage to do anything, especially in a world that's so hostile toward them. And it's actually kinda hard to even say how unrealistic their capabilities are because their experiences are so different from the experiences of real-life modern teenagers. Like kids are crazy adaptable and good at learning things, especially when they've had no other choice, and the crows actually mostly have quite a lot of experience and had time to develop their respective skills because they haven't spent 8+ hours a day in school for most of their lives. The same goes for the degree of adult-ness in their general behaviour - they're really quick thinkers and less likely to panic in a crisis than any teenager I've ever met. Again I'd say that's the whole point. The charaters are acting older than they have any right to because the experiences they've had have forced them to develop the capacity to do so.

Idk maybe i just read it differently to some people but yeah i think that cross-cultrually throughout the grishaverse children just have very very different experiences to kids in real life. It makes sense that they would then grow up to be very different from real-life teenagers, and obviously the crows are an extreme example of that but there is like. clear historical inspiration behind a lot of the crows' backstories and the general cultural backdrop of the duology. And the whole thing with the books is yeah they're doing all of this stuff and they're capable of these amazing things but actually they are literally children and they are doing all of it mostly for the sake of survival and taking back the things that they deserve from the world. And everything they've done for years and the people that they've become has all been for the sake of survival. And they're kids.

#my posts #soc #six of crows #i hope this makes sense i did not proofread it and i took like a total of one english class in school rip #there's also something to be said here for survivor bias like the book is written about this group of kids who've survived in a very #hostile world #partially because of certain capacities or gifts they already had and partially because they are unusually smart and adaptable #if they weren't then they wouldn't have lived to that age anyway yk?#okay ill stop now #also i know this piece of writing is not up to academic quality its because im using it to procrastinate on my academic work #dont go to school kids its not worth it #the fact that i wrote these 800+ words in less than an hour and im still gonna have to write twice as fast in my 4.5 hour exam next week #okay ill stop now im done

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alexihawleys · 10 months

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Chenford + "When are you going to stop running?"

"When are you going to stop running?" Tim's voice is low, hollow. His posture is rigid, his spine straight and shoulders square.

She can't look at him. Instead, Lucy chews on the inside of her cheek, looking down into her cup of lukewarm coffee. The yellowing ceramic mug has a crack along the rim and she traces it with her finger slowly, ignoring his question and ignoring the heaviness of his gaze. "I'm not running," she shrugs, and it feels like a lie rolling off her tongue.

It's been ten months since she's been home, but that doesn't mean she's running.

Tim scoffs and her chest aches. She licks her lips and picks up the mug, taking a slow sip of her shitty diner coffee, her eyes flicking over to the window to her left. She's on edge, has been going through a rotation of coffee, parking lot, front door, pass-through window, skillfully avoiding Tim while she keeps herself aware of her surroundings.

She's not running if no one's chasing her.

The operation had been pitched to her as a month, maybe two, three if things were moving slower than molasses. She'd expected it to go smoothly, but undercover work always has its sticking points, and the longer she'd been under, the stickier things had become.

Three months had turned into six, and she'd stopped bothering trying to pass messages off to Tim because it was too much, too hard, too real. She couldn't exist in two lives at once, and Tim had told her not to try to before she left – he'd told her to go do great things. That they could pick things up where they left off, that she didn't need to think about him. He'd be there for her, he said, when she got home.

If she's being honest, at this point she's not sure she has a home, not in the way she had.

She's in too deep, and she knows it. She's so fucking close to tearing things down from the core, though – she's already gotten some of the lower level players put away and she can do this, but she can't have any fucking distractions.

Which means no Tim, sneaking around trying to find her in the dead of night at a 24 hour diner in the middle of nowhere on the border of California and Arizona.

The Tim in question clears his throat and she shuts her eyes for a moment, trying to relax her shoulders. "Lucy," his voice is low, gentle, but serious. She winces.

She doesn't feel like Lucy.

She doesn't feel like her cover.

She doesn't really feel like anyone, anymore.

"I'm not running," she repeats, and she hears him shift in the booth across from her. She looks up at him, raising her brow. "I'm just...I'm not running. I'm working."

"You're pushing," he swirls a spoon around in his coffee mug, the metal clanking against the sides. "They're going to pull you out if you don't slow the fuck down."

She rolls her eyes. "It's been ten months," she spits back at him, then glances back down at her coffee. "I'd hardly call that slow."

Tim sighs. "That's not what I mean and you know it."

He reaches across the table and she pulls her hands away, lifts the mug to her lips, scoots so she's out of reach.

She fucking misses him but she can't do that to herself right now. Even having him in this close proximity is too hard – she can't look at him for more than a few minutes at a time, absolutely can't have him touching her. She's strong, but he's the thing that could get her to crumble.

"You're flying too close to the sun," he tries again, settling his hands flat on the table. She glances up at him before doing her rotation again – parking lot, front door, pass-through window – and frowns. He doesn't look thrown by her, which is somewhat comforting. Instead, he trains his eyes on her. "You're going to get yourself hurt."

"I'm not," she speaks quickly, carefully. "I'm close, I'm...I'll be done here in a month – two, max."

"That's what you said at four," he counts off on his fingers, "and five, and allegedly six."

"Allegedy?" She raises her brow, her throat tight.

"That one was passed over to me in confidence," he shrugs, then presses his lips together. He surveys her and she feels far too exposed under his gaze. He knows her too well, better than she knows herself anymore. "You can't let this take over your life. You know that, right? There has to be an end point."

She swallows, shuts her eyes. "This is my life, right now. You pushed that – for me to be here, for me to be present with my job."

His sigh is palpable – she can practically feel it on her skin from across the table. "This is beyond the job, baby," his voice is soft and she swallows hard, turns her head away.

"That's not fair," she nudges her foot with his under the table, her leg tingling where it touches his. "That's not fair, you're not-,"

"Sorry," he cuts her off, tapping her foot with his own. "Sorry."

Lucy pulls her foot back to her side of the booth and bites down on the inside of her cheek, grounds herself with her rotation. There's a new guy sitting at the counter and she doesn't like the look of him, the way he keeps glancing back towards their table. Tim's watching her, so she decides to just ask point blank. "Did you come here to bring me back?"

He's quiet for too long, in a way that makes it clear her did even if he didn't. "I'm not going to stop you from doing what you want," he decides after a long few moments. "I'm going to say I miss you, though. I want you to come home. I'm not going to pretend that I don't."

She runs a shaky hand through her hair, nodding. "I feel the same way." It's true, but she can tell he doesn't believe it. "I can't go into details here, Tim. This is too dangerous already."

He nods, but his face is stony. "Everything's okay, you know," he offers. His voice is gentler than it's been and she feels herself folding, even just a little. She slides her hands around her mug so she won't reach out and brush her fingers along his forearm. "Everything's good, everyone misses you. We're ready to have you back."

She swallows, nodding. What if she's not her anymore? Will everyone still be so fucking excited to have her back? Will he? "I can't do this," she looks up at him, holding his gaze deliberately, trying her hardest to tap into him the way she knows she's always been able to. Please don't make this harder, she pleads, biting on her lower lip. Please don't make me miss you more than I already do.

Tim stares back at her for a long moment, then looks down at the table and sighs. "I know," he nods. "I just...I needed to see you. As unfair as it is, I needed to."

She sighs, nodding. "Two more months, alright?" She's not sure it's true, but it could be, and that seems like it might be enough for now. "Give me two months."

He nods after a long moment, his eyes hanging on her, and relief floods her chest.

She doesn't let the facts bowl over the way they could – the fact that he looks exhausted, the fact that he's here at all and that means she's been gone for way too fucking long, the fact that he doesn't deserve to be in pain, the fact that she wishes he would've just told her he couldn't fucking take this. She can't think about any of it, not for more than a second, if she wants to drive out of this parking lot and leave this whole fucking interaction behind.

"You go first," he nods his chin towards her coffee, then lifts his own. "I'll make sure you don't get followed."

His eyes travel over towards the guy at the countertop as he takes a long sip of his coffee and her throat tightens because of course he'd noticed already, of course he's been watching out for her the entire fucking time.

She hates knowing she loves him in the pit of her stomach, hates that she's going to have to swallow it down again. It was hard enough to do the first time.

"Two months," she repeats, her voice low and soft. She extends her fingers, forcing herself to stay still so she won't touch him. "I promise."

She looks up, meeting his eye and he raises his brow. She raises hers back, then tips back the rest of her mug and finishes her shitty coffee.

"See you soon," his voice drifts past her and she lets it catch her, the sound of him awful and familiar and painful and perfect all at once.

As she gets into her car and watches him finish his own coffee, his phone now firmly in his hand, she hopes to god she was telling the truth.

#*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #idk what this is but i guess my brain is fixated on a deep uc situation? so here we are i suppose #in which lucy is on a long term op and tim starts getting antsy #it's all over the place and it might not make sense #i am sorry i just had thoughts oops

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brightgnosis · 2 months

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I emailed my Synagogue President that I was supposed to be carpooling with, and let them know I wasn't going to be going with the group to the Purim party tomorrow because of everything going on. I'm devastated, but I mean ... What's really my other option?

I've been stressed to the teeth all week. I've been in pain the last 2 days straight. My Piriformis muscle is threatening to riot every time I stand, and I'm on the verge of reinjuring myself with one wrong move. To go, I'd have to go to bed at like 6 pm tonight and wake up at 5:30 in the morning, to meet for the carpool at the Synagogue at 6:30 am- then sit through a service that typically lasts until 12:30 in the afternoon, followed up by a party that will last for who on Earth actually knows how long. I can't borrow the wheelchair, and I will have absolutely zero control over when I leave, nor the comfort of my environment (all of which will contribute significantly to my pain levels).

It's not a good idea, given everything going on right now, and I'm honestly kind of so mad about it. Because I should be able to get to dress up as a Dinosaur, and go, and blow horns, and laugh, and eat funny shaped stuffed cookies, and meet my Conversion Classmates finally, and have fun being Jewish with my community for a day like I'm supposed to. Especially if my Father in Law gets to just mosey off whenever and go to Church after a hella late day at work without telling us ahead of time, and just assumes it's always a given that we'll be there to take care of my Mother in Law when he's not.

But I don't. Instead I get to sit here, and wait for her new medication to arrive- and then tomorrow I get to drive an hour and a half in the wrong direction in a Thunderstorm to take him a change of clothes. I don't get to go do something I've been planning for weeks for and was really excited about.

And there's really no point, now, either, in even trying to go to the Tulip Festival next weekend like I wanted to. Because we all know they're just going to send her back home Tuesday with no plan of action for appropriate care. Which means I'm going to be stuck being her defacto carrer again- even though I have no idea how I'm supposed to be able to do that with her having shattered half her lower body. Like ??? I am also disabled myself and currently still recovering from my own injuries- one which has a high rate of possibility for reinjury before fully healed !!! I'm also not trained to, nor strong enough, nor capable of providing adequate or appropriate care for her !!! And no one seems to understand, care about, nor even remotely willing to acknowledge this !!!

Eta: My Husband actually confronted him over text today about getting her a proper carrer now after this, and he admitted to literally having been trying to keep their life as normal and "as it was" as possible this whole time !!! Like ??? Sir !!! Your wife is a year away from 70 and has Multiple Myeloma, barley eats or drinks, sleeps 20 of 24 hours a day, virtually can't walk at all anymore, is routinely shitting herself on the daily, and is in the hospital more often than she is her own house !!! Do you not understand how absolutely insane that is !?! Wake up and face reality, dude, because there is no "as it was" anymore !!! And it's really not fair of you to want to keep your own life normal while essentially taking advantage of us to always be home to care for her for you when you're off doing your "normal life things" !!! And that's before even getting into a conversation about how incredibly messed up it is that our own "normal life things" apparently don't matter and are secondary to yours in all of this !!! We have our own lives too ???

But anyways, this time she's going to be wheelchair and bed bound- and I was banking entirely on using the Wheelchair as offered by them in order to be able to attend in the first place. There's no way that's going to happen now, and I don't have my own, so there's really no point in even bothering.

#Personal #2024 #Alphabet Soup #Multiple Myeloma #Multigenerational Households Are Fun Until They're Not #Fibromyalgia #Jewish Studies #Just Potential Jewish Convert Things #She Called Me 'Her Ruth'#Trigger Warning

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roostersmustache · 2 years

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The Hard Deck III.

Pairing: Rooster x Bisexual Female O.C.

Author's Note: Honestly I'm blown away over the love I have received for this fic. When I posted my first fic on the other blog I have, it didn't receive nearly as much attention, and I almost gave up. but here we are, a year later, and I'm soooo grateful! I hope this next chapter can live up to the other parts, so please give me feedback! I adore it! Thank you all so much and I hope you enjoy. This is not the first or last part of this series! Make sure you read parts one and two before this one!!

Synopsis: In which Charley is still dreaming about her previous night with a certain aviator, but this certain aviator is having issues with her father.

Warnings: Mentions of an age gap, swearing, sexual tension, slight sexual themes (nothing too crazy yet but minors DNI), mentions of an abusive relationship, possible TGM spoilers, and as per usual, some sexy aviators. Bradley is 35 and O.C. is 25.

Word Count: 3.7k

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Part One Part Two

To say that Charley couldn't focus at work was an understatement. She had been distracted all night long, and had messed up some customers orders in the process. All the poor girl could think about was Bradley and how he had kissed her just twenty four hours ago.

It was driving her mad. She felt like a girl in middle school who had just been told by her crush that he also had a crush on her. Charley tried to not make it obvious that she was distracted, but nothing gets past Penny.

All night Penny had been teasing her, nudging her with her elbow, smirking at her, winking at her, you name it Penny did it. Charley would just blush and do her best to ignore Penny, but it didn't always work.

Each time she heard to door to the bar open, her stomach would drop and her eyes would dart to see who was coming in, always hoping it was Bradley. But so far it hadn't been him. She was expecting him because of the text she received from him last night, and she was very anxious to see him.

The bar had begun to get very busy. Lots of people were filing in, and Charley saw some in navy khakis, letting her know that training for the day had gotten out. She recognized a few familiar faces, Phoenix, the girl she found attractive before her eyes had set upon Bradley, and Hangman, the guy who flirted with her some the other night. She only hoped that Bradley would be walking in in any minute.

"Well hello there, gorgeous," came the unmistakable voice of Hangman.

"Hi," Charley said, turning to face him. "Can I get you anything tonight?"

"Yes, I'd like a nice tall glass of you," he said with a wink. Charley just rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, that's not on the menu tonight," she replied. "Could I interest you in some respect?"

"Oh, darling," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "I would never disrespect a woman. Spend the night with me and I'll show you."

"I think I'll pass."

"Hey, Hangman," Penny said, coming to join Charley at the bar. "Leave my girl Charley alone."

"Penny," he started, flashing her his wide grin. "I just want to take your employee out and show her a good time. Nothing wrong with asking."

"Well don't ask again," Charley said.

"Where's your friend Rooster?" Penny asked. Charley knew what she was doing, and it was subtle. Hangman didn't know why Penny was asking him that. Charley loved it.

"Friend?" He scoffed. "I would hardly call Bradshaw my friend. But he's still at base. Probably finishing his two hundred push ups," he snickered.

"Two hundred push ups?" Charley asked, her eyes going wide.

"Yep. Him and your old man got in a tussle this afternoon that honestly could've gotten them both killed, but the price for losing to Mav in training today was two hundred push ups. We all had to do them," he gestured towards the other group of pilots in the corner playing pool.

Charley and Penny looked at each other, both of their faces painted with worry. Charley more than anyone knew how rocky their relationship was. But to get into something that could've cost them their lives? That's new.

"Don't look so worried," Hangman said. "They're both perfectly fine. Don't really know about Maverick's job though, that might not be fine," he just winked before walking off and rejoining his pilot friends.

"I wonder what happened," Charley said.

"Doesn't sound like anything good," Penny replied. "Hey why don't you finish up and head out early?"

"What?" Charley gave Penny a confused look. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I can see how worried you are, so I want you to go back to the house and call your dad. I can see you want to."

"Pen, you're not wrong but I don't want to just leave you."

"Honey, I insist, actually. Go check on your dad. And maybe even Bradley. I know you're worried for him too."

"What if he comes in though, and I'm not here?"

"Then I'll tell him to go to you."

"Thank you, Penny," Charley said.

"Of course, hon. My only request is that you text me the second you hear from your dad. And Bradley."

"I will," Charley said, giving Penny a smile, and heading out from the bar. She was filled with worry for her dad and Bradley. She knew they were both okay, but she needed to hear her dad's voice. As soon as she got back to Penny's house, she was calling her dad.

"Hey, kid," he said when he answered.

"Dad," Charley rushed out the second she heard his voice. "I heard a bit about what happened at base today. Are you okay?"

"Yes, honey I'm all good. Brad and I just got into a slight argument that almost ran us into the ground, but we're both okay."

"Dad," Charley huffed. "You really shouldn't let your arguments with him almost get you killed."

"I know, I know."

"What even happened?"

"We were doing an exercise, same one I did with everyone, where we were practicing dog fighting. Well Rooster put us in a cobra like spiral, I'm not really sure how to describe it, and it almost ran us into the ground. We almost ran out of altitude."

"Why did he do that?"

"He's upset with me, honey. He wasn't trying to get us killed, he just made a stupid decision. And I made an even stupider decision when I engaged with it."

"Just as long as you're both okay."

"We are, honey."

"And promise me you won't ever do that again."

"I promise we won't ever do that again."

"You know, dad, maybe you should try to mend things with him."

"I'm trying honey, I'm trying."

After that, Charley and her dad hung up and said goodbye, as she was no longer worried. She was just confused. She knew the relationship was bad between the two, but she honestly didn't think they'd try something that stupid. She just wanted things between the two of them to be okay, as she cared for them both very much. But she knew that would take time.

She sent Penny a quick text, letting her know how her dad was and that she had talked to him. From what she's gathered, Penny and Maverick had been spending lots of time together. For example, Penny let her know in her text back that her dad was at the bar and would be giving her a ride home. She only hoped her dad didn't screw up with her this time.

Charley decided to make herself some dinner. She ended up making some easy mac and cheese and watching some silly rom com on tv while she ate. It was just her, as Amelia was at a friends house. She decided that tonight would be 'self-care' night, so she treated herself to a bath, did a face mask, and a hair mask. She also did her nails- something she rarely does- but she felt the urge.

After getting in her comfiest pair of pajamas, she curled up on the couch and turned on her favorite tv show. It was now around eight o'clock, and she didn't expect Penny to be home so early, so she was a bit confused when she heard a knock on the front door. She paused her show, and with a furrowed brow, she slowly made her way to the door. Her expression immediately softened when she saw Bradley on the other side of the door. He was in more casual clothes, just some jeans and an old Hawaiian t-shirt, indicating to Charley that he had been home since training. It was also clear he had showered because Charley could see that his hair was still a bit damp.

"I'm sorry," Bradley said. "I probably should've let you know I was coming over here."

"No no no, you're okay. Come on in," Charley said, moving aside to let him in before shutting and locking the front door back.

"Is it okay if I'm here?" He questioned, his tall frame standing in the hallway, inspecting his surroundings.

"Yes, it's just me. Penny made me leave early."

"Yeah that's what she said. I went to the bar to find you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. She made me leave."

"Why?" He asked, turning to look down at her, a furrow in his brow.

"I was worried about my dad," she said. "And you."

"Why were you worried?" He asked, taking a hand and brushing some of her hair behind her ear.

"I heard about training today. I wanted to talk to my dad."

"Ah," he says.

"So," Charley says, clasping her hands together and moving past him to lead the two of them into the living room. They both take a seat on the sofa. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to see you," he said, shrugging.

"That's all?" Charley said. She assumed he had come by to just pick up his aviators.

"Can I not just want to see you?" He asked, chuckling a bit.

"No no no, that's not what I meant. I just figured you'd be stopping by for something and then leaving immediately because, I dunno, that's what makes sense to me. But, you can stay as long as you want, I don't mind, really. I'm so sorry if it came off that way, but I would like for you to stay, but you don't have to-"

"Charley," Bradley said, smiling at her.

"Sorry," she says, blushing and looking at her feet.

"It's okay, it's cute," he says, moving closer to her.

“I really don’t mean to ramble. It’s just a habit.”

“I think its a nice habit,” Bradley said, making Charley smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Bradshaw. I’m glad you don’t find me annoying.”

“Has someone told you you’re annoying before?” Bradley said, a concerned look painting his features.

“I mean yeah, my ex boyfriend did all the time. But it’s not a big deal.”

“Wow,” Bradley scoffed. “He sounds like a dick.”

“He is. Not just about my rambling either.”

Charley hated talking about her ex. Dylan. He was mean, cruel, arrogant, and basically every negative adjective. He constantly made Charley upset. First, it started out as insults, then it progressed to name calling and degrading, and finally, it became physical. Thankfully she’s been out of that situation, but the trauma still carries. He broke her in many ways. He terrified her, and if she ever saw him again, she fears that she won’t be able to do anything.

“What about you could possibly be annoying?”

“To him, everything. But that’s enough about him. He’s an unpleasant topic, and when I spend time with you I’d rather not speak about my….shitty ex,” she said. She didn’t want to refer to him as abusive because quite frankly, she didn’t want to have that conversation with Bradley just yet.

“That’s perfectly fine with me. I’m just glad he’s an ex.”

“Believe me, so am I,” Charley said, looking at the pilot across from her. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence just gazing at each other. She liked to look at his features. She loves his eyes and how they were soft and kind, a bit of a contrast to the rest of him. Bradley was an intimidating man, that’s for sure. He was tall, he was muscular, he was a Lieutenant, and that mustache. Charley had never had a thing for mustaches, but then she saw Bradley at the Hard Deck a couple nights ago and her opinion of them completely changed. Something about it made him seem so much more attractive, and she can admit that he’s always been attractive, but this is new.

Bradley liked to look at her too. He loved the way her hair framed her face, and he loved that no matter how hard she tried, she could never keep it out of her face. Her eyes were probably his favorite feature of hers, though. They were a beautiful, bright blue color that reminded him of his mother. He felt safe when he looked into them. And her lips. Her lips were so soft and plump that he just wanted to kiss her every time he saw her.

“May I kiss you?” He asked, breaking the silence. Charley swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat before nodding at him. “I need words,” Bradley said, making Charley blush. She loved the way he talked to her.

“Yes, Bradley, I want you to kiss me,” she said quietly.

With her permission, he cupped her cheek with one hand and pulled her face to his, connecting his lips with hers. This kiss was slower. Like Bradley wanted to take note of every crease and line in her lips. She let him take the lead of the kiss, because quite frankly, she didn’t care what he did. She just wanted his lips on hers.

But he wanted her closer. At the moment, the two were sat next to each other on the couch. But this wasn’t good enough for the pilot. So, he grabbed her waist and shifted to where she was sat on his lap. Charley liked this, as she let out a shaky breath on top of him. This was the closest, and most intimate position they had been in together, and it was doing things to her. She hadn’t felt this kind of desire for another person in a long time, as she’d basically been abstinent for a couple years, too scared to give herself to someone else after Dylan. But with Rooster, she could tell and feel that she wanted him.

The kiss quickly went from slow to heated, as the new position they were in did something to each person. Charley didn’t realize it, but she had unintentionally began grinding down onto Bradleys lap, and he was getting quite hard from it. Charley had lost some of her composure, because she was finding it hard to keep up with Bradleys pace while kissing her. His hands were on her waist, keeping her steady and guiding her pace, helping her move. His breath faltered too, as the girl above him was trying her best to kiss him back. But everything felt too good to her that it was overwhelming. All she could think about was Bradley. Bradley and the way he spoke to her; so domineering and matter of fact. Bradley and the way he was holding her right now, rendering her pliant in his arms. Bradley and the way he kissed, making her head swirl and feel fuzzy.

She let out a moan into his mouth, and started to speed up her pace grinding on him. But Bradley didn’t allow that. His hands tightened on her waist, stilling her movements and making her whine out, fighting against his hold to continue. He just shushed her and held her close to him, not letting her move.

“Baby, we gotta stop,” he said, taking her chin to get her to look at him. Her face was flushed and her lips swollen. It took so much control for him to stop things, but he knew he needed to.

“I don’t want to,” Charley said.

“I know, neither do I.”

“Then why did you stop?”

“Because, Char, I don’t want to just have sex with you. I want to do things right by you.”

“But-“

“No buts, baby. I am really into you, and before this goes any further I want to take you out, treat you like you should be treated.”

“And we can’t have sex before that?”

“Nope.”

“Why?” She whined, still gripping onto his shirt.

“One day, baby, I promise I will give you what we both want. But first, I want to take you out and get to know you for who you are outside of the bedroom.”

“That’s super annoying, Rooster, but at the same time that just made me fall for you even more.”

“I’m glad, baby,” he chuckled.

“Now you’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“Trust me, you aren’t alone,” he said. “But I promise, Charley. One day I’ll fuck you so good, just like you deserve. But I want to go slow with you first.”

Charley just whined quietly in response before leaning in and kissing him again. He kissed her back, just as hard, but he pulled away sooner. Once he pulled back from her, he planted two more small kisses on her lips.

“Pretty girl,” he said.

After their conversation and make out session, Bradley and Charley cuddled up together on the couch and watched a movie, just enjoying each other’s company. They would steal glances at each other often, each time giving a soft smile to one another. She was laid on his chest, his arm around her with a blanket over them. It was so nice to Charley. Obviously she wanted to have sex with him earlier, but he became a lot more attractive to her when he confessed that he wanted to take things slow with her. No one had ever treated her like that, and it made her feel a way she had never felt before. So yes, she was upset in the moment when he stopped her, but she was also so happy she did, because she too wanted to wait. That longing she felt for him was something that she hadn't felt in so long, so it was a bit all-consuming. But she knew it was best for them to wait, so she had obliged.

As the movie was coming to an end, she heard the lock in the front door, her eyes going wide and shooting off of the couch. "Shit shit shit shit," she said, pacing back and forth.

"What?" Bradley asked, sitting up and giving her a concerned look.

"Penny's home. And my dad brought her home."

At this revelation, Bradley's face paled, and he shot up as well. The two of them knew they were probably going to get busted, and Charley was ready to put up a fight with her dad. She knew her dad wouldn't like her blooming relationship with the aviator, but at the same time, they were both adults. And she honestly thinks that Bradley might be the most respectful man she's ever met, so really, her dad should approve of him more than others. But in full honesty, she wasn't ready for her dad to find out about her and Bradley.

The two of them held their breath as they heard the door open, the both of them standing there awkwardly. Once the door closed, she heard footsteps leading into the living room, but she didn't see her dad. All she saw was Penny.

"God you two," she says. "Don't look so scared. It's just me."

Both of them released a breath, feeling very relieved that they hadn't been caught. Yet.

"Don't worry Char, your dad isn't here," Charley put her hand over her chest, feeling very relieved. "However, Bradley, he did see your truck." Bradley's eyes went wide.

"What did he say?" He asked.

"I told him you had stopped by because you left your aviators at the bar and I told you to come over. I said I assumed you were early and Charley had let you in."

"Did he buy it?" Charley asked.

"He did," she smiled. Again, the two sighed in relief.

"Speaking of your aviators," Charley says, walking off into the kitchen. "Here they are," she says, walking back into the living room with his aviators in her hand.

"Keep them," Bradley says, surprising Charley. "They suit you better than me."

"Oh..are you sure?" She asks.

"Very sure. I have plenty of pairs."

"But aren't these your favorites?"

"Yes, which is why I want you to have them. I'll love them more when I see them on you."

"Thank you," Charley said, blushing profusely. "I will wear them all the time."

"Good," he said, shooting her a wink.

"Ahem," Penny said, coughing. "Well, I am going to retire to bed, and you probably should too, Char. It was great to see you Bradley, you're welcome any time," she said, retreating upstairs to her bedroom. He gave her a smile and a wave. Charley turned to face him, and he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, looking down at her.

"Thank you for tonight," she said, looking up to meet his gaze.

"Any time, pretty. When can I take you to dinner?"

"I work tomorrow night, but I get off at eight. Someone else is closing."

"Perfect, then we'll have dinner tomorrow night."

The two of them walked to the door, Charley opening it, and Bradley stepping outside. Before he turned to leave, though, he put his fingers under Charley's chin, as he always does, and tilted her head up to meet his lips in a kiss. It was slow, and he pulled away after only a few seconds, looking down at the girl, who was gazing up at him fondly.

"Goodnight, Bradley," she said.

"Goodnight, Charley. I can't wait to see you tomorrow," he said before turning around and heading to his Bronco. Charley watched him leave, deciding to not head inside until she couldn't see his truck. As she got back inside, Penny was leaned up against the railing of the stairs, having come back down. She was giving Charley a look.

"Don't give me that look," Charley says, blushing.

"I like him a lot Charley. I think he's a good one."

"He is. I just don't want to mess it up."

"Why would you mess it up?" Penny asked.

"I'm just scared. I haven't been like this with anyone since Dylan, and I dunno, I just don't want to be hurt again."

"Charley, Bradley would never hurt you. But I understand why you're scared. But he's a good man, and I see the way he looks at you. He is whipped for you, honey." Charley chuckled in response.

"I know. I like him a lot."

"Then go for it. Your dad will come around," Penny said before ascending the stairs again.

Charley decided that she too was going to retire to bed. She couldn't wait to see Bradley again, and while she was scared, she was also very excited. He made her feel like she had never felt before, and it was terrifying, but so thrilling. She knew she couldn't turn back, and she would continue to see him. She just hoped her heart would get betrayed this time.

A/N: Well, that's all for part three! Part four is already in the works and I'm very excited about it because its the beach scene!! Please let me know what you think! Likes are always appreciated, but reblogs and comments are top tier. They make me so happy, and I love them! Please stay tuned for part four, and read the others if you haven't already!!

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