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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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ahh that's amazing! thank you in advance. I got this idea into my head: what if there is this one time they're all on a call, and maybe it's something that hits a little too close to home for Buck, maybe it's playing on his fears and insecurities, but the moment Buck sees what they're dealing with he gets SCARED, and freezes, and subconsciously grabs Eddie's hand, because Eddie makes him feel safe. He is his best friend (who he's in love with, ofc) after all. Eddie is well. Surprised. Very much.

Anon! Thank you so much for your patience with this one! I know it's been ages since you sent it in. I hope it's worth the wait and that I did justice to your prompt! (CW: drowning)

Eddie feels Buck tense up beside him as soon as Bobby tells them where they're going: Splash Zone Water Park. They have calls to pools fairly often, and Buck always gets a little bit tense going into it, no matter how long it’s been since the tsunami. Eddie presses his knee against Buck’s in the truck, offering a silent comfort to his friend. Buck seems to push down his fears by the time they pull up to the scene, forcing himself to shift into Firefighter Buckley mode as they make their way through the park. Eddie lets himself be relieved, until they arrive in front of the wave pool.

Of course it’s the goddamn wave pool. Even worse, there’s a nine year old boy laid out on the stone patio next to the pool, dripping wet, brown hair plastered to his forehead. He’s unconscious, bleeding from the side of his head, and his chest isn't rising and falling like it should be. Buck freezes immediately at the sight, reaching out for Eddie with his right hand, and wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s left wrist. It takes Eddie a moment to realize that Buck is feeling for his pulse, grounding himself.

Eddie does his best to steady his breathing and heart rate once he realizes what Buck is doing. The sight in front of them is upsetting to him, of course it is, but he knows it’s worse for Buck. He’s not the one who walked around for hours not knowing if Christopher was dead or alive. He’s not the one who almost died himself (at least, not that day.) “It’s okay,” he murmurs quietly, so only Buck can hear. “I’m here, I’m alive. That’s not Christopher.” It’s purely a medical call at this point, so he makes no attempt to move away from Buck as Hen and Chimney begin administering CPR to the boy. His mother is crying, wailing, begging them to save him. His lips are turning blue. Buck’s grip on Eddie’s wrist is like a vice.

“We got a pulse!” Hen finally calls out.

Buck’s grip doesn’t loosen, but Eddie does hear him let out of a heavy breath. He twists his hand out of Buck’s grip just enough that he can slide his arm up, so Buck is no longer holding his wrist, but is holding his hand. He gives Buck’s hand a firm squeeze and finally hazards a glance up at the man in question. Buck is staring at their intertwined hands now, confused. At least, Eddie decides, he’s distracted from the drowning boy. He runs his thumb along the back of Buck’s hand, in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

He knows they’re crossing some kind of line here, that hand holding in the middle of an emergency scene (even one where their presence turned out not to be strictly necessary) is not something that he’ll be able to brush off as strictly platonic. It doesn’t scare him like it used to, though. Maybe it’s because he watched Buck date Taylor, so he knows how much worse it would be to not have Buck, or maybe it’s all the therapy he’s been in since the shooting. Either way, Eddie’s not afraid anymore. He and Buck have been on the edge of something--or maybe everything--for months, so if holding Buck’s hand will help ground him, keep his mind from thrusting him back in time, then it’s a risk Eddie is willing to take.

Hen and Chimney are loading the boy into the ambulance--he is breathing again, still unconscious and probably severely concussed, but alive--when Bobby finally makes his way over to them. He takes in the haunted look in Buck’s eyes, and the fact that their hands are still tightly clasped together, and frowns.

“You boys alright?” He asks, but he’s looking at Buck.

Buck nods slowly. “I--Yeah. Just...Brought up some bad memories.”

“This was a rough one,” Bobby agrees. “I’m gonna take us off rotation for a while when we get back to the station.”

“Thanks, Cap,” Eddie says. Buck doesn’t say anything.

Bobby smiles in that warm, fatherly way of his, looking between them. “Take care of each other.”

As if there’s any universe where they wouldn’t.

Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck’s hand until they get back to the station, and only because he needs two hands to cook.

“I’m not hungry,” Buck says, still hovering in Eddie’s space.

“You were about to eat before the call came in,” Eddie insists gently. “You need to eat.”

“And you’re gonna cook for me?” Buck shakes his head. “I think I’ll take my chances with starvation.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, pulling out a griddle and a clean spatula. “I think I can handle grilled cheese, Buck.”

Buck’s mouth opens and closes in surprise. “Grilled cheese?”

“Maddie may have mentioned making it for you a lot growing up.” Eddie flushes slightly at having to admit he’s talked to Maddie about Buck. “I thought it would be comforting.”

Buck stares at him, eyes wide and mouth turning up into a tentative smile. “Yeah, it is.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles back. “Now, go sit down.”

Eddie bustles about the kitchen, pulling out the good buttermilk bread that Chimney always buys instead of the whole wheat bread that Bobby puts on the list, the pre-sliced cheddar cheese, and the butter. “After we eat, how about we video call Christopher?” It’s late in the afternoon, he’ll be home from school by now.

Buck lets out a long exhale. “Yes, please.”

Eddie flips the bread slices on the griddle and places the cheese slices on the toasted side. “Great.”

“I--” Buck starts. “I didn’t know how to ask.”

Eddie looks up from the sandwiches. “How to ask for what?”

“To talk to Christopher,” Buck draws patterns on the tabletop with his index finger. “I know I’m not--He’s not mine.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything at first, just plates up the sandwiches, brings them over to the table, and sits down next to Buck, who takes a small, tentative bite.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“What?”

“You said Christopher isn’t yours,” Eddie picks up his sandwich, but doesn’t bite into it. “I don’t think that’s true.”

Buck is staring at him again, confused.

“Look, I don’t know what we are anymore, Buck,” Eddie admits. “Things are different between us now, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that you love Christopher, and that he loves you just as much. If that doesn’t give you a right to call him, to reassure yourself that he’s okay, then I don’t know what does.”

“I…” Buck’s eyes fill with tears.

"It's okay, Buck." Eddie reaches over to wipe Buck's tears with his thumb. “Just eat your grilled cheese."

Buck does as he’s told, making it halfway through the sandwich in three bites. “You know, there’s no law that says we have to wait until we finish eating to call Christopher.”

Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking up from his own half-eaten lunch. “Will you actually finish eating if we call now?”

“Absolutely.” Buck takes a big bite to prove his point. “See?” He says, through a mouthful of food. Something so childish shouldn’t be so endearing, and yet, somehow it is.

Helpless, Eddie pulls out his phone. Carla answers on the second ring. “You better have a good reason for interrupting math homework.”

“I do.” Eddie assures her. “Can you put Chris on?”

Carla gives him a look, but does as he asks. Christopher is grinning--probably excited to have his math homework interrupted “Hi, Dad!”

“Hey, kid.” Eddie can’t help but return his son’s smile. “How’s the math homework going?”

Christopher’s smile falters slightly. “Oh, it’s good.”

Somehow Eddie doesn’t totally believe that, but it’s not important now. “Listen, I’ve got somebody here who wants to say ‘hi’, is that okay?”

The boy’s smile comes back even wider than before. “Is it Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, loud enough that the phone can catch it. “It’s me.”

“Hand the phone to Buck, Dad!” Christopher is bouncing with excitement. “Hand the phone to Buck!”

He does, scooching his chair closer so he can still see the screen himself, and before Buck can even greet Christopher, the kid is launching into a monologue.

“Buck! Dr. Lassiter assigned us a big, semester-long project for science class, can you pleeeaaase help me with it? I want to build a model of the solar system, but it has to be totally accurate.”

The tension Buck's body has been holding onto since the phrase “water park” fell from Bobby’s lips is finally starting to fade.

“Absolutely. Do we want it to move?”

Christopher’s eyes widen on screen. “Yes!”

Buck laughs. “Well then, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

Eddie smiles softly, as Buck and Christopher begin planning their project. He knows he must look like a lovesick fool, but to be fair, that’s what he is. He rests one hand over the crook of Buck’s elbow, and doesn’t miss the pink that appears across his cheeks.

“Alright, you three,” that’s Carla’s voice, “Somebody still has math homework to finish, and I’m sure you boys will have to get back to work soon.”

Eddie sighs. Carla is right, unfortunately. But Buck looks lighter than he has all day. “We better do what Carla says.”

“Will you come over after work?” Christopher asks. They won't get off until after Christopher will already be at school, so Buck will probably go to his loft after work. But Eddie doesn’t doubt now that Christopher has asked, Buck will manage to make it over to their house by the time Christopher is home from school. He wonders if it's too soon to ask Buck to sleep in his bed, instead of going to his loft at all. It's yet another line to cross, but at this point Eddie's lost track of all the lines they've crossed.

“You bet,” is Buck’s answer. “Now get back to your math!”

“Okay, dad,” Christopher says, rolling his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s meant to be a joke at Buck’s expense, but Eddie can see the breath catching in Buck’s throat all the same, so he pulls the phone from his hand and takes over.

“Good-bye, Christopher! We love you!”

“Bye Dad! Bye Buck! I love you guys, too.”

Buck finds his voice again. “Bye Superman!”

“So,” Eddie says, putting the phone down. “Do you feel better now?”

“Eddie…” Buck hesitates, dropping his hand down so it rests over Eddie’s. His skin is warm and rough and unlike earlier Eddie can actually enjoy the feeling. “Thank you.” He’s thanking Eddie for more than just the grilled cheese and the phone call, and Eddie knows it.

His answer is simple. He turns his hand over, and interlocks their fingers. “Always, Buck.”

#buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie drabble #my fan fiction #prompt fill #anonymous

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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Deuxième Omega

Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3363

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, alcohol abuse, parental manipulation, arranged marriage, Alpha dominance over Omega, unintended injuries.

A/N: So, get this; a lot of my original writing ideas from my weird as hell dreams about Sam Winchester but for some reason Jensen is starring in this one. I’m gonna blame the bad PMS I’m having for all the angst in this.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse.

*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine *photos found online

Jensen was sitting slouched on the leather couch staring at the paperwork that had been dropped off by courier this morning, official notification of the dissolution of his marriage to Danneel when Jared entered his trailer. “It’s not gonna say anything different no matter how many times you look at it.”

“I know,” Jensen sighed heavily, “never thought I’d be in this position.” He tossed the papers on the table and picked up his beer draining it in one go.

“You better not drink anymore, we’ve still got two more scenes to get through before we can leave tonight.”

Jensen rolled his head towards Jared leaning across the kitchenettes bar counter with a very concerned expression.

Jensen had always been a social drinker, he did love his beer, the slight softness over his toned stomach was the biggest indicator. But there had been constant uptick in his drinking during the mandatory two year waiting period for an Alpha/Beta divorce. So far, it hadn’t seriously interfered with work but there had been several instances of his obvious imbidding that Jared, Alex, even Misha ended up pumping him full of coffee to get him through.

“Then let’s get them done so I can get really fucked up before that shit show happens tomorrow.”

“Jack, give this new marriage a chance. Your dad said she’s a good match right? You never know, maybe it’ll work out like Gen and me.” Jared’s marriage had been a private match and he was happy with the Omega that his family had chosen.

Jensen snorted, getting up and walking out of his trailer, “Yeah, you lucked out with her, not always the case. Look at me, I’m getting a second hand Omega.”

*** To say the atmosphere in the private arrivals area was strained was an understatement. The Ackles were seating several feet apart awaiting their son.

“Mommy…daddy, how’s it..go..going?” They both turned in unison to see their very drunk middle child staggering towards them followed closely by Jared and Clif.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, how could you show up in this condition!” Donna Ackles snapped as he gave her a cheeky smile before passing out. “Fuck!” Jared blurted out, catching him before he face planted onto the tiled floor.

“Jared Tristan Padalecki you’re to blame for this!”

“I’m the one who’s been there for him, not the one forcing him to do something he’s not ready for! This is on you, I’ve tried to get him to stop but he’s hurting like hell and you don’t care!”

“You can’t speak to me that way young man! I always knew you came from trash and this proves it.”

Jared let his inner Alpha surface, eyes glowing red in anger, “If you ever speak disparagingly about my family again…” Clif quickly stepped in between them giving Jared a look.

“I’ve had it with you inserting yourself in our family business! I’ll make sure you never have contact with Jensen outside of work ever again!”

“You go ahead and try, Jensen’s forty two years old and more than capable of making his own choices. The only reason he’s agreed to this is because you’ve duped him into believing this is the only way to uphold your family’s social standing in the Dallas Pack because all you care about is how you look to those fucking country club bitches!”

“Alan, could you please bring the car around so we can get away from this embarrassing situation.” The older Alpha gripped his mates arm giving her a firm look of disapproval and steered her towards the exit. They could still hear her grousing, “how dare he deliver Jensen in this state,” as they went out the door.

Jared hefted his friend over his broad shoulder and carried Jensen back out the private entrance as the SUV pulled up. Clif opened the back door and helped Jared place him in the vehicle, carefully laying him across the seat.

“How bad has it been for him?” Alan inquired after Clif shut the door so his mate couldn’t hear.

Jared pulled off his beanie, running both hands through his hair, not hiding his frustration before answering, “He’s been in a downward spiral, drinking continuously, got him to stick to beer. I found him looking at the divorce papers and as you see… ”

Alan sighed heavily. Jensen’s divorce came out of nowhere, everything on the surface appeared good between him and Danneel but in hindsight he realized there were telltale signs all along, the biggest was her reluctance to have children.

Anytime anyone inquired she waved it off, saying she wanted to wait till Supernatural had ended, it wouldn’t be fair to leave all the responsibility for rearing their pups predominantly on her, she wanted Jensen there, to be a hands-on father.

Alphas were involved to an extent in care and raising of pups, but it was unusual for one to be as hands on as the Betas or Omegas were.

Jensen was one of those exceptions. Whenever with his siblings, he was right in there helping, never turning down a chance to play with them, even princess tea parties with his only niece. When on vacation or at conventions with Jared and his mate, he always was willing to help with their pups.

“I want to formally apologize for what Donna said, she overstepped the lines of etiquette. This is no excuse but she doesn’t know how to handle this situation. Jensen’s always been her favorite and she personally picked Danneel as his mate, it’s been a slap to her ego.”

Jared smiled, “I accept your apology Alan. Jensen’s always said his mother has been a…handful.”

Alan laughed, “That’s the diplomatic way of putting it,” he signed again, “Donna’s family always spoiled her being the only Omega, somewhere along the way she’s forgetting that being part of Dallas society doesn’t give you the right to treat others badly.”

*** Late next morning

Jensen was sitting on the edge of his hotel bed contemplating how he got here.

He thought Danneel was the one. When they were introduced by his mother a few months before his twenty seventh birthday they instantly clicked and started dating that night.

Jensen proposed six months later, couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a love match. Danneel stated she wasn’t ready to give up her career yet, so they compromised and decided on a long engagement.

Supernatural started filming its fourth season when Kripke announced that the series would end with season five. Danneel also found out her current role was being written out of the series she was in about the same time so they set the date for May 2010.

Jared’s surprise wedding in February that year reaffirmed Jensen’s desire to settle down and start his family in a few months. They bought a home outside Austin like Jared and his new mate Genevieve. Things were going as planned, then the unexpected happened.

A couple months before they finished filming the CW announced Supernatural was being picked up for season six under new leadership.

Jensen returned to Vancouver not long after they were married. Danneel continued working, doing guest starring roles on other series and was cast in the occasional recurring role of Jo.

Every year when the show went on hiatus Jensen would bring up about starting their own family, he was feeling the biological pull more and more. Once again, she stated it wouldn’t be fair for them to have a family and him be a drop-in father, and moving to Vancouver full time, nope, he worked too many hours.

Danneel started dabbling in other interests outside of acting and in 2018 they opened The Family Business Brewery with her family. A few months later Jensen was served with the divorce announcement.

*** “Jensen, it’s time.” He looked up and Alan was saddened by the lost look in his son’s eyes. There was a resignation in those green eyes that never existed before. Saying nothing Jensen got up, slipped on his suit jacket and walked out of the room.

Alan mentally shook himself but that nagging feeling was back once again, something wasn’t right about this whole situation.

*** The Uber stopped at the back door of the small country church. The woman in the backseat thanked the driver and got out, pulling the garment bag with her. She walked to the door and rang the bell. It opened revealing the minister’s wife.

“You’re very late, the wedding is starting in fifteen minutes.” She said, hurrying up a staircase to the second floor and entered an empty room. “Where is your family? They should have arrived already to help you get ready.”

“There is no one coming,” the woman replied as she hung the garment bag over a closet door next to the mirror attached to it. The minister’s wife’s jaw dropped in surprise, “and it won’t take me long to get ready. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

She unzipped the bag removing a veil and shoes having arrived already in her dress, chosen by the groom’s mother, and attached the veil to the headpiece holding back part of her simply styled hair. She looked at herself for a moment before pulling the front part of the veil over her face then joined the minister’s wife who was to escort her to the chapel. She placed the shoes she wouldn’t wear until after the ceremony on the small table outside the double doors and took her place in front of them.

Jensen was sitting in the first pew of the small country church wondering why this place was chosen for the wedding as Donna and Alan made their way to sit next to him. His siblings, Joshua and Mackenzie, were already seated in the one behind him with their mates as the rest of the Ackles clan that had been invited filled up the rest of the pews.

He looked over at the bride’s side. There was not a single person seated in any of those pews. He frowned, finding it strange, wondering where her family was when the intro music started.

The minister took his place and gestured for him to rise. Jensen couldn’t move, his body feeling like it was tied down with lead weights. “Jensen!” His mother hissed at him in a low tone.

Suddenly, he felt himself get up, urgently needing to get away from her as his inner Alpha became agitated, as if it sensed something was amiss.

Each secondary gender pairing had their own ceremonial traditions so he was required to remain facing forward when the music changed and the doors behind him opened.

As the guests stood Jensen focused his senses on her as she proceeded down the aisle. He couldn’t scent her, too many different scents mingling together to isolate hers. He listened to the whispering material of the dress as she slowly walked, finally stopping next to him. In his peripheral vision he could see her head bowed under the thick veil obscuring her face and hair, her hands were clasped together in front of her, devoid of a bouquet.

The minister started speaking, talking about the obligations each Alpha and Omega were required to follow as dictated by the book. Jensen inhaled sharply, realizing what was occurring.

This wasn’t the common ceremony but the ancient, traditional version that only the extreme believers still used today. There was absolutely no out for either party from once the proceedings started.

If he objected to the ceremony he would be shunned by his pack, his family would be forced to never acknowledge him again or suffer the same censure; if the marriage didn’t work and they separated, he was responsible for her care as she would be set aside from society and forced to live in isolation.

He looked over at his parents, Alan was pinching the bridge of his nose trying to quell his anger knowing that his mate had put Jensen in an impossible situation as Donna sat there with a fake, placid look.

His own mother had irrevocably bound him to this Omega for the rest of his life.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur, neither party was required to say anything, there was no exchange of rings or a kiss at the end. The minister finished the ceremony and turned to the altar signing the marriage certificate with a quill pen dipped in ink. Jensen signed next, his hand was shaking so violently in anger making his signature barely legible.

The Omega didn’t sign, only her name was required for legality and the minister filled it in. He poured a powder on it to set the ink, blew off the access, rolled it up and tied it with a piece of twine before handing it to Jensen offering his blessings for a fruitful marriage. It took every ounce of his acting ability to politely smile, shake his hand, thanking the minister for the proceedings.

He turned, marching out without acknowledging his bride and she obediently followed behind him, pausing to grab her shoes along the way and scurrying to the waiting limousine climbing in after him.

Jensen sat in the back on the farthest side pouring himself a drink from the bar as his new wife sat quietly near the still open door. A few minutes later Jensen was on his third glass of whiskey when his parents climbed in and the chauffeur shut the door. He started the limo and as they pulled out Alan pressed the button to close the privacy window between them.

The tension in the back was so palatable an icebreaker couldn’t have cut through it. “Donna how could you…” Alan was unable to say anymore, his disgust for what had happened thick in those few words. “I did nothing wrong,” she snapped back, “I only had Jensen’s best interests…”

“Like when you threatened to sabotage my friendship with Jared again? By the way, Clif’s the one who dropped the dime on what happened after I passed out last night, not Jared, so you don’t get to blame him for that too.” Jensen threw back the rest of his drink before continuing.

“Oh, don’t think I’ve ever been ignorant of your disdain for him ‘cause the clan he comes from isn’t good enough for those highfalutin bitches in your social circle. Or how you’ve persuaded me to do this only to find out you took it to the extreme, forcing me into an impossible situation, accept this marriage or lose everything. Congratulations mom, you are still the queen bitch, sorry, bee, your precious reputation is secure.”

They traveled the rest of the way in silence. The limousine pulled onto the grounds of the country club in front of its grand entrance. Jensen got out before the chauffeur finished putting the car in park leaving his new wife to scramble out behind him as Alan and Donna got out the other side.

Jensen finally took a good look at his bride. She was in a simple, modestly cut, long sleeved dress, the only adornments a row of buttons down the bodice, no jewelry and apparently a pair of shoes that didn’t fit as she was struggling to get them on.

She was still fussing with her left shoe when he spoke in a stern voice, “Since our wedding was in the traditional, we’ll continue with its edicts. You are not to remove that veil, acknowledge or speak to anyone. You will not leave my side for any reason. Where I go, you go, three steps behind me. Nod once if you understand.” She nodded once.

“Son, I think…”

“Dad, as the traditional also states, I’m well within my rights to make demands of my Omega without interference, am I not?”

Alan acquiesced, “Yes, you are.”

“So” Jensen rubbed his hands together, “let’s go celebrate this disaster, shall we.” Putting on a fake smile, he went into the venue to greet his family with his Omega obediently three steps behind him.

*** Several hours later

“This shit has got to stop cause I swear it’s the only time I’m doing this dad.” Josh grunts, annoyance thickening his voice as he helped guide his inebriated brother to his hotel room. “Come on.. have ‘nother drunk, ‘posed to be celebrating my disaster marriage to that…’mega..don’t even want her.”

“Jensen, shut the fuck up! I’m not gonna stand here and let you insult your mate.” Josh snapped at him.

Jensen ripped his arm loose, “ ‘en go, not stopping you…and she’s not my mate,” his free arm waves unsteadily as he points towards his new wife standing by the main door, “my real mate took my money, my home, my fucking heart!!!”

Josh turned his back on his brother, “Jensen, I can’t stand seeing you like this, you need to get it together.” He headed for the main door, pausing to speak to his brother’s new wife, “I’m sorry he’s taken his anger out on you now. My brother is a good man, an honorable Alpha,” he stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “there is far more to this than what you’ve been told, please be patient with him.” He left slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck him,” Jensen muttered staggering into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed slumped over.

“Jensen, your brother is right, you have got to pull yourself together. Therefore, as the Alpha of our clan, you are banned from our family. When you are back to being yourself, the Alpha you once were, you may appeal for re-admittance.”

Alan then did something he hadn’t done since Jensen was a small child, he bent over and placed a kiss on his son’s head, “I love you and I want my son back.” Nodding to his new daughter in law he left.

It hurt him tremendously knowing he wouldn’t see his son for a long time but it was for his own good. Now his Omega was the only one who could help him mend. Hopefully Jensen would see this marriage wasn’t the biggest mistake he’s imagined it to be.

Jensen didn’t move until he heard someone shuffling their feet. He looked up squinting at his new wife still standing by the bedroom door. Sitting up straight he grunted at her and passed out, falling backwards on the mattress. She slowly walked over and hesitated a moment before reaching out touching his shoulder, shaking him.

Getting no response she sat down near him lifting her right foot, gingerly removing the ill fitting shoe with a gasp and then repeated with her left. The blisters on both her heels that had busted open earlier were raw and had bleed. She detached her veil and wadded it up, stuffing it in a shoe and bent over untying Jensen’s and removed them too.

Standing up she gripped both his jacket lapels and hefted him upright to lean against her as she worked it off letting him flop back down and unbuttons his shirt leaving him sleep the case of everything he drank off. She left a pain reliever and bottled water on the nightstand.

Quietly shutting the bath door she found the dress had too many small buttons down the back. She laughed mirthlessly at the irony she was stuck in the dress like this marriage. Pulling the skirt up over her knees she sat on the counter to soak and clean her sore feet in the basin.

Once the worst of the ache was gone she pulled the drain and climbed off to finish washing up the best she could. The mirror reflects back the emotional toll of the last few months in her eyes.

She went over to the bed only to find her husband had moved, sprawled out over its entire surface. Searching for extra bedding and not finding any she gave up going back into the main room and curled up on the couch hoping to find a comfortable position to get some sleep for a few hours so she could briefly forget what her life had become.

Part II

SPN: @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva

#alpha!jensen ackles x omega!ofc #alpha!jensen ackles #alpha!jared padalecki #a/b/o ofc #supernatural a/b/o #alpha!jensen ackles x omega #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #a/b/o rp

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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Any Graham/MC friendship headcanons?

Carl/MC relationship headcanons if the other one is too difficult?x

Graham/MC friendship

Probably has him under “fishman ham 🎣” in their contacts — or at least I would lol

idk there wasn’t much interaction in the house since they weren’t each other’s type therefore there was little social to no scenes (which I think is kinda dumb because you can still be friends with someone if you don’t choose to go the romantic route yet he’s not that much of a fan fav so maybe that’s why? They also had a lot of characters so maybe that’s it too? Anyways) unless mc was going after marisol or considered a friend of hers? I’m not too sure on the still carrying feelings towards marisol if she’s with graham route so that’s based off pure assumption

If mc did start a friendship while he was with marisol and they still had feelings towards marisol then it wouldn’t happen until some months after the show or when/if marisol broke up with him (I made it canon that ultimately they do split but yeah)

so let’s say mc began a friendship while he’s dating marisol and mc has no romantic feelings towards marisol then?

They’d probably bond over some shit-talking cause I view graham as someone who can and WILL talk his shit

Mc and graham are on different time lengths majority of the time since graham is always up at the crack of ass out on his boat to snatch the catch of the day

He sends selfies on his boat—again at the crack of ass

“lemme know if you find aquaman! B safe uglie”

“i AM YOUR own personal gorgeous aquaman 😏 x”

“Don’t ever disrespect Jason momoa again in ur life !!!”

“U disrespect my wife Wunmi Mosaku”

“No I disrespect YOU. She doesn’t want u.”

“She wnted Jordan Patrick smith on tht show.”

“🥱🤫🖐🏽...I don’t blame her but only if he has the beard.”

“yew n ur got damn beards 😒”

Loves his seafood...I think that’s a given

“Can we eat something else, please!”

“...My Omama (grandmother) made her famous dressed crab.”

I decided against making hcs of graham before along with some others but ultimately thought he be of German background?

Not the greatest at speaking but understands the spoken language and ofc the curse words and insults are his favs + teaches mc some

I feel like he’s rough handed and has no issue bumping hips, elbowing, and putting mc into headlocks—basically treating his bestie like anyone of his bros really but he does that with anyone (including his omama, who laughs sending a punch with her knuckles against his forearm. It’s more of a gentle firm grip but they do this in greeting?)

Has no issue lugging mc around like some fish in a net?

like if there’s a severe rainstorm in his hometown of Devon and mc is the type to hate rain and they have a long way to get back to the car after hanging on the sandy beach all day, he’ll throw them over his shoulder like it’s nothing and stalk his way back up the cliffs to get back muttering “I’m getting real sick of Der mist!”

“Blah blah blah, you love me. Kiss my arse.”

“I could drop you on ya head, I’m sure that’s happened before.”

Then comes the hits, pinches, and jabs

Convinces mc to get random tattoos that he may or may not have doodled when they’re drunk off their asses

The next morning, “graham...what the f—

“Ah, now you look like me!” He ruffles mc’s hair from behind as they’re staring at their reflection in horror, “except I’d never get face tatts.” He whistles in slight disapproval

Mc might have to choke him and ask Gary to help dispose of the body in the ocean

Mc helps trim his beard instead since they almost cut off the entire patch left on top of his head “you look a bit like a beet or a mandrake from Harry Potter. Just cut the shit off or grow it all out, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Whatever happened to my body, my choice?”

“...that doesn’t apply to you. I’m your friend, I love you, and I’m trying to help you.”

“Oh, Piss off!”

Lots of middle fingers are used and hugs

Messy car, messy office, the only thing that’s neat is his hair/beard and his work ethic when it comes to the fish

He’s comes to mc when marisol dumps him and he’s hammered so that either = mad af or sad as hell sometimes it’s a little bit of both depending on how much he’s had

“Who do I have to fight? Or do you want to hug it out?”

“I kinda wanna slow dance to snow patrol.”

And you know it’s bad when graham openly wants to listen to snow patrol in the early afternoon instead of jelly roll or some shit

Hey, whatever the heartbroken fisherman wants he gets. That’s mc’s bud so they do what they can to make graham feel best...even if that means stepped on toes—He’s not the best dancer

I do get single dad vibes from him or at least uncle graham, he’s got a 3 year old son/nephew named Roy and he speaks so highly of the mother of his child/nephew who struggles with addiction but he’s on extremely good terms with her family

You adore Roy, who much like his daddy/uncle loves the water and sailboats

Mc will post captions about how thankful they are to have met graham due to some mess of a reality tv show whereas graham will post embarrassing pics that he secretly took of them and say things like “mc suxx a lot of the time 💘

“Text me when you get home bitch!” Type of friend too, cause if he can send you selfies so early in the day that he’s on the water at work then mc can txt him to let him know that they’re home after a night out, coming from work, etc...if they both are aware that the other was out

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg headcanons #I barely wrote notes on him so my apologies to the fishman lol #he has potential to be great #litg graham #litg mc #litg marisol #litg Gary

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Kinks: Got You By The Chain

Summary: It's Steve's Birthday and when Katie gives him a sentimental gift it uncovers a kink he certainly didn't know his girl had.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT- This entire series is SMUT so NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: So in the SSB this takes place in the last of the 5 years between the Snap and The Final Battle. Jamie will be 2 and Emmy will be 14.

A/N 2- These Characters belong to @what-is-your-backupplan-today, even though I’m writing them as a challenge between us. For a better interpretation of Katie and Steve, please check out what-is-your-plan-today’s series linked below.

Steve Roger’s Main Masterlist

“Did you have a good Birthday?” Katie asked, her legs dangling over Steves on the couch, a hand stroking up and down her calf and his thumb trailing over her ankle before going back to massaging her foot. It was later in the evening, everyone had just left, there were balloons floating around the ceiling of their living room, and Steve was sure a few escaped into the kitchen, which he knew Jamie would love in the morning when they came down for breakfast which would probably consist of the cake he knew was sitting on the kitchen counter, half gone after feeding everyone. Thank God Katie had the sense of mind to make two cakes. They weren't her apple pie, but damn they were jgood.

“I did Sweetheart, it was great seeing everyone. Good to see Natasha, I didn't know if she would make it.” Steve admitted, his thumb now running along the arch of Katies foot deeply, before setting it back down. “Your brother was as always in good spirits.”

Katie grinned and shifted to a sit, settling in next to Steve on her hip, kissing his forearm and laughing. “I'm sorry he insisted on playing that song. But Jamie really loved it.”

He couldn't help but laugh, the corner of his eyes crinkling at the image of his son carrying the damned card Tony had made for him up the stairs that night, singing right along to 'Stark Spangled Man With A Plan' even if the toddler didn't know all the words. “I bet he's got it tucked under his pillow?”

“Not quite. I convinced him to let me tuck it in with his Cap Teddy at the end of the bed. I don't think anyone would appreciate it blasting the middle of the night if he accidentally opened it.” Katie shrugged and Steve could do nothing but nod in agreement. He kissed the top of Katie's head and she stirred a little and grinned at him.

“Well Soldier, since it's just you and I, I have one last gift for you.” she unfolded her legs, and moved to a stand, Steve braced his hands against his knees to get up, a smirk on his face as he had an idea he knew

exactly

where this was going but to his surprise she shook her head and pushed him back into the couch. “Nope, stay right there, I'll be back in a second.”

Steve arched a brow at his wife, but she wasn't willing to give him anything more than that as she disappeared from the room. Settling back in, he let his mind wander back over the events of the day.

Katie had surprised him, waking him up with her straddling his waist and placing kisses up his chest. “Happy Birthday Mr.Rogers, How about a different form of cardio to your run today?” She purred with flashing emerald eyes, teasing him as she arched her ass back, rubbing into his erection. Who was he to say no? Never fucking ever. He watched her ride him until he couldn't take it anymore and flipped them, to have her come undone underneath him in that way only his girl could... yup, that was better than pounding pavement any day.

Then later, going downstairs, he found his daughter had made pancakes. The kitchen was somewhat a disaster, as she stood in the middle with her spatula, a mile high plate of slightly dark pancakes heaping. “Happy Birthday, Dad” She had said with so much enthusiasm, she almost lost the plate. “Oops, sorry."

Steve took it from her and, sliding it onto the kitchen counter, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “They look so good Baby.” Grabbing one, he rolled it and bit into it. “Ya know what, best pancakes, I've ever had.”

“Really?” Emmy said with a tilt of her head and a narrow of her eyes. “You're just saying that.”

“I'm Captain America and I can't lie.” Steve defended himself as Katie came in the room with a wide-awake Jamie on her hip who grinned at the sight of his Dad and Sister. Plucking the pancake from Steve's hand, she bit into it, nodding. “He's right Em, better than mine, and way better than his.” Handing Jamie off to Steve, along with the half-eaten pancake, she shooed the two boys out of the kitchen. “We will call you when it's ready.”

Jamie ended up eating the rest of that pancake while watching Bob the Builder. Once in a while, the girls could be heard giggling in the kitchen as they finished, and then called them in. Steve toddler walked Jamie into the kitchen to find the pancake stack had lit sparkler candles stuck in the top and there were birthday hats and streamers hung around and 2 large cakes sat on the counter which Steve knew full well hadn't been made that morning, he'd smelt them baking the previous night. They sat Steve down, who swept Jamie up to sit upon his knee, and Emmy hung over his shoulder to help him blow out the candles as Katie snapped a picture of the three of them. Between all of them, they ate their breakfast, Jamie eating the most food out of anyone. Especially the cake.

"He's a bottomless pit," Emmy said in shock as Jamie started asking for more with the softest puppy dog eyes and Katie narrowed a look at Steve, noticing the similarities.

Steve grinned at Emmy's observation."He's a growing boy, plus I'm sure some of the effects of the serum as well are a factor as well."

The day was finished off with a last-minute bbq, Tony arriving with Pepper and Morgan, Jennifer and Brooke arrived and then Natasha came with firm hugs and promises to come by more often and they all sat outside sharing stories of the earlier Avengers Days making sure to talk about those lost in the snap. Although sad, it was important to keep them going in their hearts, even if they had to try and move on. It had been a lovely day but Steve still felt slightly relieved though when after the fireworks had lit up the Manhattan Sky Line which they could see from their large garden that everyone headed off, Tony declining their offer of a room for the evening muttering something about not leaving Gerald the Alpaca alone as the animal hadn't been well. Emmy had asked to go back to Brooke's for a sleepover and after Jennifer had said that of course it was ok if she did, they left with Natasha, the red head offering to drop them home. And then once the house was quiet Jamie went down with little fuss after his bath which was well needed as he had covered himself in liberal lashings of his Momma's homemade frosting.

At that point Katie re-entered the room and Steve’s attention went right back to her, seeing a sleek black box in her hands. Going to him, she slipped into his lap sideways, looking in his eyes, and grinning. “I think you're really going to like this Stevie.” Placing the box in his hand, she bit her lip. It was hard to miss just how excited she was.

“Baby, if it's from you, absolutely.” he smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder and shifting so his arm went around her waist and he could use both hands to pry open the lid. At first he just noticed the chain, Katie grasping it by the clasp and lifting it up for him to see what was hanging at the end, a shining silver pendant.

Catching in between his fingers, Steve pulled the medal closer, studying it a moment. “Is this....?” Katie nodded enthusiastically and Steve's eyes widened seeing his father's St Christopher’s Pendant again after all these years. He had it locked away in some personal possessions of his from way before Katie and the kids. He had found it in the same box of his stuff that he'd found the emerald ring that now adorned Katie's right ring finger. Like the ring he doubted it was worth any great monetary value but it was the only thing he had of his Father's and he couldn't part with it but yet had nowhere to go with it. So it sat, in the rusty little box he had found it in, on the upper shelf of the master closet, tarnished and rusted.

“I remember you showing it to me when we were going through your stuff for the Smithsonian, telling me it was your father's. It just needed some TLC Steve and I figured you're a father now...” Katie drifted off, waiting for Steve’s reaction. Top teeth worrying her lower lip, for no reason other than excitement.

“I haven't seen this... in more years then I care to admit Sweetheart.” He admitted and he dipped his head to her. Katie had gotten a larger chain, so it could hang well underneath his shirt should he want it tucked away, and easily looped it over his head and watched as it tumbled down to rest partway down his chest, her fingers straightening the saint to rest right in the center, and smiled.

“It looks good Steve, right where it belongs.”

The soldier glanced down on it, thinking back on all the years they had been together, and he had all the protection he needed in the woman curled up on his lap. The sentiment, the value of Katie's gift was not lost on him. “Katie, it's perfect, thank you for this.”

Steve slid a hand along her face, fingers tracing the delicate cheeks and back into her loose hair. He loved how it would sweep around her shoulders, framing her face. Pulling her in closer, he let his lips dance across hers till she parted for him, moaning against his mouth as her hand wrapped into his shirt, tugging at it till he leaned forward, letting her drag it off. While they were parted, he yanked hers off too, and dropped his head, kissing and nuzzling the top of her breasts, Katie's fingers digging into his hair to hold him close. “You're welcome... How about I give you the rest of your gift?” She grinned cheekily and rubbed her core into his groin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Oh, there's more?” He teased, nipping on her neck and wrapping an arm around to her back to flick her bra open and, well, that too had to come off, flying over the back of the couch without so much as a second glance.

Katie giggled as he went back to her breasts, hands cupping them, squeezing gently while kissing on them, she panted out slightly. “I mean... If you don't want it, we can just go to bed Rogers, I am tired after all.”

She could have sworn he growled a bit while giving her chest a gentle bite, and Katie arched herself into his mouth, hissing at the way the slight pain and pleasure mixed. His arm tightening, Steve lifted them both off the couch only to lay her down on her back, and the super-soldier looked over her, his eyes traveling down her bare torso, before his mouth followed suit, the necklace falling onto her quivering skin. She was rolling herself up into him, his body firm against the softness of hers, and it was hard not to get lost in it all, biting on her lip and tipping her head back to enjoy being in her husband's care. Steve's hands folded into her pants to get them off, fingers jerking underneath the elastic band and yanking them off, a telltale rip, making Katie lift her head up off the couch cushion to see Steve look a bit sheepish with her destroyed panties.

“You know Rogers, if you weren't so brutal with my clothes, I wouldn't have to replace them every month.”

Steve smirked, pressing her ruined panties against his nose and inhaling Katies aroused scent from them before tossing the torn slightly better off shorts but totally destroyed panties to the floor. “They shouldn't make them so flimsy, should they.” he shrugged, pushing his own pants down and kicking them off before moving to a kneel between Katies spread thighs, one of her leg arching up to rest against the back of the couch, the other her toes pressed to the floor, her leg bent, Steves hands rubbed against her inner thighs, looking down at her. All sweet curves that Steve was achingly in love with. Sliding his hands up and around his handfuls of hips, shifting her to where he wanted her.

“If you weren't so brutish Steve, then they wouldn't be tearing.” Katie retorted, looking up at him, and her emerald greens flashed in amusement, watching her husband appreciate her body, and she could feel a flush rising pink up her neck, into her cheeks. Dealing with her image after having Jamie had given her self esteem a blow, but Steve, well he seemed unable to get enough of her, maybe even more so than when they first started dating.

“Can't help it, baby girl, you make me feral.” Steve leaned forward, kissing on Katies' lips, and down her neck, fingers drifting along her curves till they dipped between her spread thighs and slipped along her folds, groaning against her shoulder at just how wet she was. Bracing a hand next to Katie's head, who was starting to wriggle from where expert fingers spread her slick, he arched up to watch her come undone, and a sight it was, the way she arched her chest up, those soft whimpers of his name uttered as her fingers dug into his biceps. “Steeevie”

“Just like that Baby.” Steve encouraged Katie, as his fingers stretched her open, gliding and rubbing against her walls, that clenched with need around his digits. “You know you wanna give it to me Sweetheart.” He drawled in his Brooklyn accent, dropping his head so he could reach her breasts, dragging the cold chain and pendant along heated skin to pool between her breasts, a pull of his teeth on a nipple drew out another cry from Katie.

“Fuck you're so beautiful” Steve groaned as he switched sides, moving his fingers faster once he found that sweet spot, Katie quivering, her whole body rubbing against the hard steel strength of Steve's, panting as she glanced down.

“Stevie, please I gotta.”

His lips were wrapped around the other nipple, sucking and working his teeth around it before a pop sounded as he pulled away, his the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting as he arched up once more watching her with pupil blown eyes. “Let me have it Baby.” And he was rewarded with her spiraling out when that heat in her stomach flooded her. A loud moan came from her, and Steve rubbed at her side, keeping her held down so she wouldn't fall off the couch. “Good Girl...”

Katie stared up at him afterward as he pulled out his fingers, and she wasn't sated, no this just made her hungrier for him, aching in a need that only he's ever been able to soothe. “Fuck Soldier, I.Need.You.” And her hand fell off his biceps, one hand wrapping into the chain on his neck, and tested the strength as she usd it to pull him down to her lips, hungry gasps shared between them as Steve slotted between her thighs, grinding into each other. Kisses flowed into soft bites of skin while Steve arched his hips up enough to slide his cock between her folds, and once he found her entrance, he pressed into her heat, burying into exactly where he wanted to be the most, forehead pressed against her own and breathing mingling as both panted through the initial hit of sensations that coursed through their veins.

“You okay baby?” Steve finally opened his eyes and Katie nodded, tipping up to press her lips against his, tugging on his full bottom lip and nudged her nose against his own.

“Better than okay” She rolled her hips once more to drink against his, the shift in angle making her tighter, and driving Steve crazy to feel her fluttering around him, pulling his hip back and thrusting back into her.

“I can tell Baby.” He grunted and started to move himself, always seeking Katie's warmth, her slick giving him the access to bury himself deep to connect them. Shifting to his elbows on either side of her head, Katie immediately wrapped her leg from around the couch over his hip, rocking her hips to meet him. “Oh, God...” The change in angle hitting her deep and just right, bringing her other leg around his hip to hold on.

Steve fisted a hand in Katie's hair, tipping her head back and dragging a swipe of his tongue up her neck, and kissed in that sweet spot just behind her ear, dragging his name out of her in a chant, right now going slow and deep. But her hands dragged down to his back, nails digging into the bunched muscles he was using to monitor his speed and she grabbed at him, “No Steve... I want you to fuck me.” He moved to look at her and found her green eyes challenging him, and that was all he neede. Shifting his chest across hers and pulling away, he held himself above her, both his hands fisted in her hair to hold her down while his hips snapped, brutal, dragging himself back and forth from her fluttering channel.

It was so quick that Katie screamed out, rolling her eyes up in flutters of her eyelids. It was maddening how thick he was, how full he was inside her and the constant pounding left her trying to keep up with his furious fucking Her entire gaze was filled with nothing but Steve, a wide chest with its spattering of darker golden hair that could drive her crazy to the straining shoulders that gave him the leverage to shift his body in every way to claim her. And then his face, that handsome face she knew from memory, his sharp jaw was tight, those baby blue eyes burning her as his face hovered inches from hers, all his focus on her and only her, it was driving her crazy.

Steve was just as swamped with the sensations. He enjoyed making love to his wife but he also enjoyed the faster, carnal fucking too. There was a darker side to him that enjoyed being able to use his size to claim her how he wanted and give her what she needed. "Fuck..." he growled out as he rutted into her, his chain that had been bunched into the folds of muscle between his neck and chest released, the heavier pendant falling onto Katie's face, bouncing off her cheek and the voracious movements Steve was making just kept it bouncing.

"Fuck, Steve!" Katie tried to move her head but he hit a particularly toe-curling spot deep inside her and her mouth dropped wide in a loud gasp, the pendant and chain falling into her open mouth. She could taste the heated metal and Steve where his hot body had left a sheen of sweat on the pendant itself. Her eyes widened as it was pulled from her mouth and she pouted slightly. Steve looked down in confusion, groaning out. “What's wrong baby?”

What was wrong was she wanted it back, something to hold onto as he pounded into her so with a slight lift of her head, and snapping of teeth, she bit the pendant gently, and his hands tipped her head back, losing any slack in it. To see Katie biting on the masculine silver chain, squealing slightly from a clenched jaw when he angled just fucking right, dragging her nails down to try to pull him in again, well fuck if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing ever. Just as feral and urgent as she made Steve, now she needed anything to keep her from spiraling out of control.

“Fucking hell Doll, that's hot.” Steve just had to say it, and a slight smirk pulled on the corner of her lips and her emerald greens that were already lust blown hooded slightly until he found that spot when he rotated his hips, making her groan and her whole body arch.

And now that Steve had found it, he was relentless, hard, demanding, claiming. Katie could only let him go, tightening her hips and hands scrambling along his back, she never let go of that chain though, ripping her head back into the couch, her mouth full, but Steve still hear her signature cry, a tangle of words falling from a tongue straight up with silver metal chain, her whole body locked around him, pulling herself in as with as much strength as she could until it ended with a loud guttered cry "Steeeevie....fuck..."

Steve dropping himself enough to press his forehead against hers as she cried underneath him. “I got you babygirl.” He hadn't stopped, but slowed his thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm, but he wasn't that far, it was simmering and he was teetering on that edge that he knew he was going to fall over soon, and there was a slight stutter to his hips as he grained speed again, grinding into her until her clenching body was too much and he spilled into her, jolting to a stop after several erratic thrusts, sinking down over her as Katie pressed her face into his neck, breathing in deeply, even with Steve's body crushing her. She loved the weight, wanting him to stay there, although she knew he wouldn't for too long, he was always too worried about crushing her. Easing her limbs from around Steve, her foot easing down the back of his thigh and calf, humming softly post-orgasm, she reached up to her mouth and slid the chain out, nibbling on Steves neck, who gave a groan.

“I should move, I'm crushing you.” He lifted his head enough to look down at her and Katie clutched against his lower back to keep him from moving.

“No Stevie... not yet please.”

Biting her lip, he kissed her softly and shifted just enough so that while still inside her, they are half twisted to settle on their sides and hips, his chest still pressing against hers. Fingers trailing along the side of her face, he flushed soft brushes of his lips over the scattering of freckles. “So... I think I found another use for this.” He lifted the chain just enough to loosen it from between their pressed together bodies.

Katie wriggled a bit and grinned, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip in an innocent attempt. “It was hitting me in the face.”

“Uh-huh, you reaching up and wrapping your tongue around the chain to bite onto it was far more than hitting you in the face,” Steve said softly, blue eyes smirking at her slightly until she sighed.

“Okay, maybe just a little bit. Like... you best be wearing that again, cause that was hot.”

Steve gave a deep laugh and his arm wrapped around her to roll them, rather ungracefully until Katie was sprawled over his chest and she rolled her hips while he was still inside of her and he gave a grunt as he could feel himself hardening again, his fucking refractory period was almost non existent when it came to this damned woman.

Thank you Doctor Erskine...

“Oh, that's payback for teasing me." she grinned, clearly feeling him inside her. She moved her hips again and smiled at him, "Also, Happy Birthday Steve.”

“Happy birthday to me indeed..." he cupped her face and drew her into a deep kiss, tilting his hips up making her shudder slightly. “Love you, Sweetheart.”

“Love you too Soldier.”

#stark spangled kinks #stark spangled banner #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x OC #steve rogers #steve rogers kinks #sweater writes #amber writes #challenge

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thursdaygirlgn · 3 years

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my friend i am here with the self insert oc sam parallel episode, i have a history exam tomorrow and i refuse to revise in favor of writing this. let me take you on a journey.

this is very self indulgent and spans kind of the entirety of the series (because im nosy and want to be involved in every cool plot) so im not gonna embarrass myself OR bore you but the general gist of the first episode is this:

i am an 18yr old psychic kid raised by a hunter, meeting the boys in s2 through a “my father was also murdered by a ghost of his past”, except he did not immediately assume i am the antichrist while i was an infant and raised me relatively normal, thus demonstrating that john winchester was a fucked up parent because he allowed himself to be.

i am what sam could’ve been and he is once again reminded that all he ever wanted was to be normal and loved and how that was taken away from him, unfairly. he is angry. he is jealous. he feels bad about being jealous because “her dad’s dead, what the fuck,man”. he wants me to be ok, ultimately, ofc he does, but he doesn’t understand why i got it, why he didn’t, why couldn’t john do it. this serves as more material for soul-searching bc i am a firm believer that understanding the circumstances of abuse and neglect and wrapping ur head around them helps lift the guilt we often burden ourselves with: it’s not that if sam had been a better son john would have loved him more, it’s that john refused to look at sam for what sam really was: a child wracked by generational trauma and unprocessed grief, whose autonomy was violated before he could say his first word, in need of love, and chose to instead look at sam through his own grief muddied goggles and link him to mary’s death. insane how this is turning into sam analysis isn’t it.

i am also angry because im still sort of a child but not really, not anymore, im on the cusp of adulthood and going into it knowing that the world is unfair and hateful, grief is written all over me and sam thinks oh nono, because hope’s kind of the whole point isn’t it, and i had it and now it has been taken from me along with my parent and sam feels so alone and furious with everything, he’s plagued by skull cracking demonic visions, and he doesn’t want this idealized version of himself to ultimately end up like the version of himself that he is now, the one he doesn’t understand, the one he’s afraid of. he’s looking in a weird funhouse mirror, sees a kid who was different like he was but was cherished, and sees her end up in the same position he is now: fatherless, on a quest for revenge. he thinks that if we get the monster of the week, ill be better and he’ll find his hope in that. all roads lead to rome but he wont allow this one to reach the colosseum (defying destiny theme, hello).

the monster of the week hunt begins thusly, with sam generally uncomfortable. i confide in him about my psychic abilities and i explain to the brothers that i can help. both are opposed, but i am a chaotic little bitch and get involved anyway. throughout my involvement, sam learns more about the world of psychic mediums and thinks aha! hope! maybe if i dig deep enough (whore for lore amirite babes) ill find someone who’s lived an experience similar to mine! miss oc what are ur book recs for “i think i am psychic and terrified of it” and i say “fear not nerd have a very small cup of coffee and let me tell you about this great college course on divination”. this is relevant because i wanted to see more of sam desperately trying to fit into some sort of community, even a community of supernatural folk john and dean might’ve disapproved of, and finding that, at this point in time, he does not. he’s an outsider to normal people, he’s an outsider to those in contact with the paranormal. really hammer in that freak (affectionate) tagline. (he WILL build a safe haven in the men of letters bunker for all misfits in his adulthood, party city wig sam i do NOT perceive you)

the hunt culminates in an impressive showdown that includes the following: pyrotechnics, a cool spell, seeing things that aren’t really there, the power of friendship and a butter knife thrown like a frisbee. at the end we all look like final girls because im gay so blood is sexy. sam, who has come to regard me like a younger sibling/some sort of manifestation of his inner child, learns what it’s like to be deeply concerned with a youth’s safety and has a heart to heart with dean about how yeah, handling a teenager with incredible amounts of simmering rage and unprocessed grief while being barely equipped for any guardian-like role IS hard, man, is this what it felt like every time i busted out a batshit plan last minute and barely executed it in time to survive??? “yeah. bitch” “jerk.”

the epilogue is as follows: we see sam feeling many complicated things, but he is satisfied for the moment. we have a little heart to heart while laying flowers on my father’s grave. we both look a little worse for wear, but hopeful. “what’re you gonna do now?” “im not sure. college, maybe?” we keep in touch. i go on to art school and make homoerotic art pieces, as is my right. i make guest appearances whenever they need a deus ex machina bs spell to get out of trouble.

maybe in later seasons i go a little ape shit and commit some magical atrocities in the name of the greater good. maybe i get a little antagonized and he gets to offer me the understanding he couldn’t get when he needed it. i see you, sam, treating all misfits in later seasons with kindness, and i offer you a claire-like parallel to be there for through the tough times, thus healing some of your own wounds. everyone deserves an angsty wlw teenager to bond with . (i am only on season 9 of my rewatch and i have not seen seasons 12-15 in their entirety, if he does get one im not disrespecting that character and i love them probably)

the boys hit the road. vienna by billy joel plays, because it makes me feel things.

Slow down you're doing fine

You can't be everything you want to be before your time

Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

Too bad, but it's the life you lead

You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need

Though you can see when you're wrong

You know you can't always see when you're right

You got your passion, you got your pride

But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true

When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?

end scene.

this is poetry. i will cherish this forever thank you for sharing with me and good luck on your exam

#all roads lead to rome but he won’t let this once reach the colosseum....#clown posting #asks #sammy #i guess lol #sammy tag is needed for the sam analysis

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oddsnendsfanfics · 4 years

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Unraveling at the Seams Pt 24

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: As it pains me, this is nearly to an end. In word doc I have 177 pages and over 91,000 words. I didn’t imagine it to be this big, when I began. thank you @laketaj24, @agniavateira, and @cherrybloomn for listening to my insanity and helping me along :D

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header

Catch Up Here

Day One in Hungary for Henry and Ivan was the last day in Ireland for Nell.

No stranger to a hard workload, Nell did everything she could to get out of Dublin. Leaving was harder than she had imagined, reminding herself that this was a good thing, even if she cried all the way to the airport. Nell had felt emotions were fully under control, until minutes before her car arrived. A soft knock on the door revealed Sophie and Jordan on the other side.

Nearly 5am, they stood on the step in their pjs, with a card and strict instructions to open it when she was alone. Hugs and a few last laughs, Nell collected her bags and walked to the black sedan, similar to the one which Henry and Ivan had left in.

A last minute change of plans, Nell decided to skip London. Phoning to see if she could have Henry's older brother drive over to make sure her things were stored properly, she diverted course directly to Budapest. A few phone calls and promises not to tell Henry or Ivan that she was on her way, Nell was armed with an address when she landed at the airport.

Waiting for her luggage, Nell scrolled through her phone, wrinkling her nose. What if Henry and Ivan were out? She would show up at this address, only to be left hanging out by the front door like some kind of weirdo. Perhaps she should take a car to her new residence first? Another road block, nobody was expecting her there this soon. What if the space was locked and not ready to receive her?

Tapping her foot on the polished floor, she sighed, what if this wasn't such a grand idea?

No, of course this was a good idea. Nell rarely did anything spontaneous these days, this was due and it was going to all work out fine. She wouldn't have been told to come ahead, if there was any type of flaw. Although to be fair, she hadn't told Sarah that she was coming this soon.

Spotting her large pink suitcase on the belt, Nell stepped forward to grab the bag. Heaving it with all her might, she took a wobbly second to get it upright and to catch her breath. Collected, she wheeled her suitcase toward the appropriate line to exit.

Amidst the boxes that were placed in their correct rooms Henry, Ivan, and Kal saw their first few days in their new dwellings rather pleasant. Bringing only the necessities of their life, a bonus of fully furnished homes, there wasn't much to unpack. The weather was gorgeous and too nice to be inside organizing a house. Early morning had found the three of them exploring their temporary home. A lovely park near by, a rather large garden adjacent to the house, and a view that could rival any. The best part was that it was only a fifteen minute walk to Ivan's school. A fact Ivan wasn't overly impressed with.

They would be content here, Henry could feel it the second they pulled up to the drive on top of the steep hill. He hadn't saw Nell's new place, yet, but had plans to venture over before she arrived to inspect and set a few things up for her. For now, they were concentrating on lunch and then seeing what the afternoon brought.

Henry would be in the studio early tomorrow, leaving Ivan with his second assistant for the time being. Sarah was lovely and Ivan enjoyed hanging out with her, a bonus on Henry's part, as she would be their temporary child care. Finding a suitable nanny was not working as well as Henry had hoped, the more he thought about it the more he wanted to offer Bridie whatever she wanted in order to keep her on.

“Can you go wash for lunch, wild boy.” Henry's announcement fell on deaf ears. Ivan was in the living room playing on the tablet, there was an excellent chance he hadn't heard a word Henry said. A round of firecrackers could be lit and Ivan wouldn't bother to look up, if he was indulging himself.

Whatever, he would either miss out or figure it out. Henry grabbed a container of blueberries, setting them in the sink to rinse, when Kal began to bark. His booming voice ringing off the walls, if Ivan ignored that then he was good.

“Dad!” Shouting over Kal's bark Ivan took off, running through the house. “Dad!”

“Kitchen,” Henry called, the commotion railing through the house like a freight train. “What's going on? Kal, shh.” At least he could control Kal, sometimes.

“Someone is knocking on the door.” Ivan shrugged, grabbing a handful of blueberries from the kitchen sink.

Wiping his hands, Henry rolled his eyes. “Could you not have said that? It's probably Sarah.”

“It could be a stranger, I didn't want to answer it.” Ivan followed Henry to the front door. If it was an axe wielding stranger, he was going to be there for back up. Kal followed along behind Henry and Little Henry, boofing under his breath, in order to let the person know he was here but not enough to get scolded.

“Surprise!” Shouting happily, Nell held out her arms on the other side of the door.

“Mum!” Ivan screeched latching onto her. “Dad! Look! Mum's here!”

“I can see that,” Henry laughed, trying not to show the bit of fright Nell had given him with her shouting. “Alright, let her in.” He ushered Ivan and a dancing Kal away from the traveler. Stepping out to gather her suitcase, he couldn't stop the confused smile.

“What are you doing here?” Ivan eagerly demanded.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Nell leaned down to kiss the top of his head, holding him tightly.

“Certainly a surprise, welcome to Hungary.” Henry stored her suitcase beside the door. “Alright, go get ready for lunch. Let mum breathe.”

“Fine,” Ivan mumbled letting go of his mother's waist.

“Sorry, I wanted to surprise you and...” Henry glanced to see that Ivan was doing what he was told, before cutting her off with a kiss. Giggles taking over, Nell sighed patting his chest. “I missed you two.”

“We've missed you.” Henry held her for a second longer, before letting go. “Are you hungry? We were making lunch. Sorry about the mess, we're still trying to settle in.”

“You've barely arrived, don't be so worried about getting it in order. Enjoy the bit of free time you have left.” Nell encouraged, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“For me that ends tomorrow morning,” Henry frowned. “You know, since you're here early, you could always come with me tomorrow.”

“Or, I could sleep in.” Nell smirked, leaning into his side. “I'm teasing, I will gladly go with you.”

“Lovely, I will hold you to that when I call to wake you up at 3AM.” Henry chuckled, leading her to the kitchen. A formal tour of the house could wait for a bit.

“I'll remember to turn my phone off.” Following him to the kitchen, she took in the surroundings. Whoever had picked this house had really known Henry. Giddiness to see her new space was rising, though one thing at a time. She would ask to be taken over after lunch, unpack her suitcase and get settled in.

Unattended, Ivan and Kal had taken it upon themselves to finish lunch. At least try to finish the job Henry had started. Since he wasn't allowed to use the big knife, Ivan had left the bread slicing to an adult, but it didn't stop him from digging out everything that was in the fridge – though it wasn't much.

Blueberries in the colander, draining on the counter top. Lettuce ripped and a tomato mangled via a table knife, Ivan had a jar of pickles in his hand trying to open them. Grunting he frowned and set the pickles aside, whatever, his dad would get it. Kal was dutifully by his side, waiting for a piece of the ham to drop. A short sharp whine, Kal bounced on his hind feet, licking his lips as if he were trying to will the salty, delicious piece of meat to find it's way to his waiting mouth.

“No, dad said it makes you sick.” Ivan warned his companion. “If you get sick again because of me, I have to clean it. I don't know how to clean dog puke!”

Listening to the conversation, Nell snorted and shook her head. Looking at the attempt at lunch, Henry sighed, giving in and letting Ivan have control over certain situations was a little thing Henry was working on. If they wanted an independent, well rounded human out of this, they had to let Ivan had some control.

“Alright, you two get some plates and I will cut the bread.” He instructed, giving Ivan a quick kiss on the head, before washing his hands.

“Mum, I need plates.” Ivan pointed to the appropriate door. “Dad says I can't scale the counters, I don't know why. I'm a really good climber.”

“When have you ever been allowed to climb on the kitchen counters?” Nell gave her son a knowing look, reaching for the plates that he had requested.

Shrugging it off, Ivan took the plates and set them beside his workstation.

“Cut the bread, then open the pickles please. I can get it from there.” Ivan Instructed Henry with a firm look. “Mum why don't you sit down and rest?”

“Wow, you're demanding. But whatever makes the chef happy.” Laughing, Nell did as she was told, retiring to the table to wait for lunch.

Seeing Ivan scurrying back and forth, putting lunch together was almost comical. He had always loved helping in the kitchen and Nell knew that he was capable of making some of his own things, but this was a new level. He was growing more and more, even in the last week since she'd seen him.

“Dad, you can sit down. I've got it.” Shooing Henry away from the kitchen, the look of determination was enough to make his parents listen.

Doing as he was told, to avoid being physically ushered from the kitchen, Henry sat at the small table across from where Nell had been watching the situation between father and son unfold. Kal laid with his head resting on Henry's feet, casually eyeing the kitchen now and then to scan for any dropped bits of food.

Ivan hummed, flitting around the kitchen like a bee on a mission. He was truly in a zone of some sort as he constructed lunch for his parents.

“Just think, if he gets good at this we may never have to cook again.” Nell watched her son putting together the first sandwich.

“I like to cook, though.” Henry frowned, a smirk in his voice.

“Maybe you could have a sous chef, instead? Haus Von Cavill.” She giggled at her attempt to be clever. “Start here, move it to London, it could be a real venture.”

“Oh I am sure people would line up for days.” Glancing over his shoulder to see what the thudding was, Ivan had taken a misstep and thumped his knee against a door. Nothing serious or life threatening, they were all safe – for now.

Kal yawned and rocked his chin against Henry's foot, giving up on his watch. He'd wait for the food to arrive at the table, before he went back to alert for scraps that a dog may want.

“Dad, do we have marmite?” Ivan called from the kitchen.

“Not yet,” Henry called back, his nose wrinkling. “Why do you want marmite for ham sandwiches?”

“Mum likes it, remember?”

“I tried to forget, actually.” Henry laughed, Nell gently smacked him on the arm. “Do you still eat it that way?”

Nell shrugged, “sometimes.”

Marmite, ham, mustard, and olive sandwiches had been a staple while she was pregnant. Henry had partook in a sandwich or two of his own, during that time, though he'd nearly came to forget the silly little things like that. He could remember various things about their relationship, pre and post Ivan, but now and then the trivial details would slip away.

“It's fine, I'll eat it with mustard. Thank you, wild boy.”

“I don't know how we ate those,” Henry made a disgusted face. “I know how you ate them, but I will never know why I thought they were good.”

“We did a lot of weird things, over the years.”

“To say the least.” Agreeing, their reminiscing was cut off by Ivan carefully balancing two plates as he approached the table. Ham sandwiches, blueberries, and Ivan's attempt at melon balls.

“Lunch is served, if you don't like it, then blame dad. He's the one who walked away and left a kid in charge.” Setting the first plate down in front of Nell; Ivan giggled at his comment.

“I am sure it will be delightful,” Nell kissed his cheek. “Better than the finest restaurants anywhere in the world.”

Moving to the other side of the table, Ivan set Henry's down staring his dad dead in the eye. For no reason, which Henry could recall, Ivan stood there for a moment. Plate in hand, staring at his dad before cracking up.

“You are an odd child,”

“Mum says I learn it from you,” Ivan retorted giving his father lunch.

“Go get your lunch and come eat, please.” Breaking the weird staring contest, Henry blinked and gestured to the kitchen with his chin.

“We have raised an extremely weird kid.” Nell marveled at the size of the sandwiches that Ivan had placed before them. “I should teach him how to make a Monte Cristco.”

“You're not funny,” teasing her, Henry smiled sweetly.

“What? It's a fantastic sandwich, a great book, and the movie fell a little flat but still good.” Chattering on, Nell continued to tease. At least Henry thought she was teasing. “As a girl, I always like the name Albert. I remember reading the book in senior year, thinking if I ever had a son, I would name him Albert. Or maybe Stephen. I also really loved the name Brandon.”

Sitting between his parents, Ivan rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. Chewing thoughtfully, he liked his name. It was picked for him by his dad. Hearing his mother's favourite names, he was happy that she only got to pick his middle name.

“I like being Ivan,” he spoke up, shrugging at the idea of having any other name. He was an Ivan, he was certain of it.

“I know you do, wild boy. I was teasing your dad.” Brushing her hand over the back of his head, Nell smiled.

“Those are all characters, which I have played. Your mother thinks it's funny to annoy and torment me.”

“Grown ups,” Ivan huffed turning his attention back to his lunch. A ham sandwich was way more entertaining than his parents trying to tease each other. They didn't even have good come backs. Whatever. “I'm glad you're here, mum.” He mumbled around his lunch.

“Me, too.”

“Why not go to London?” Speaking up, Henry glanced at Nell across the table.

He'd been meaning to ask why the sudden change in plans. It wasn't as if she had anything pressing here, until next week. Had she came when she originally planned, there would have still been time to settle in before jumping into work. Henry wasn't going to complain, because he was happy to have some extra time with Nell, simply curious was all.

“I decided it was time to be spontaneous, a little bit. Changing my ticket was a way to do that, without getting too crazy.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Funny, in a way, both times I have left Dublin in a spontaneous fit, I ended up following you.” She teased, giving Henry a wink.

“I am worth a good chase, if I say so myself.” Henry boasted with a quick burst of laughter. “Once we finish here, why don't I call and find out what is going on with your place? We can head over and get you settled, if you want?”

Wiping her hands on the fresh linen napkin, a very Henry like detail, Nell nodded. Her face lighting up with an eager smile. “Yes, please. I can't wait to see it. I'm excited to see the garden.”

“Speaking of gardens, before you leave, you should check out the one we have here. It's fantastic.”

“Tons of room!” Wide eyed, Ivan added enthusiastically. “Kal and I went exploring this morning, it's so cool.”

“I will have to do that. In fact, once we clean up, while your dad makes some calls why don't we go outside, Wild boy?”

After lunch, Nell assisted Ivan in clearing the table and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. Kitchen cleaned, as promised, Henry disappeared to make some phone calls while mother, son, and Kal wandered around the hillside fenced in garden. The sun was warm in the noon sky, keeping them comfortable, but not overheated.

Taking her time to admire the hard work that someone had lovingly put into the garden, Nell stood and inhaled the fresh air. The house sat in a quiet area, a few minutes from the bustling city. Around them were a few houses, though it didn't seem like there would be too many noisy neighbours. The loudest would likely be Ivan and Kal.

“Are you happy to be living with dad?” Sitting in the grass, watching Kal romp around, Nell nudged Ivan gently with her shoulder.

“Yeah,” Ivan smiled shyly. “Even if he does have more rules.”

“Your dad and I have the same rules, wild boy.”

“But he uses them,” Ivan looked at his mother, his eyes full of mischief.

“As he should. I'm happy that you're happy, you know that?” Nell wrapped her arm around Ivan, drawing him closer.

“Yeah.”

Sitting on the grass, Kal went blazing by them, yipping and wagging his tail happily. The door clicked, causing Nell and Ivan to turn their heads. Standing, Nell shoved her hands in her back pockets waiting for Henry to download his latest details on her.

“Well?”

“A bit of bad news, my darling.” Scrunching up his nose, Henry sighed sliding his phone away. “Your place isn't ready, there's been a bit of an issue with a water main and since they weren't expecting you, they were hopeful to have it fixed. Apparently they didn't see fit to tell us this.”

“Why would they? It's fine, I'm early. If they're fixing it, no issue right? I can get a hotel or something.”

“You should stay here!” Ivan piped up, wiggling in the soft cool grass. “Right dad! We have an extra bed, mum can stay. Please.”

“I mean, if you want. I won't be cruel and kick you into the streets.” Henry winked.

“Pleaseee,” Ivan sat with his hand folded, begging.

“It's on you.” Henry offered, leaning down to pet Kal.

“Well, I suppose, for a few days.”

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nineteenninety-six · 4 years

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Violin Strings

REQUEST: Tommy with a S/o who plays violin? Maybe one who is teaching Adam to play a song she wrote and played for Tommy when they first got together? I dunno, it just sounds super sweet n cute- like him seeing Adam walk playing the one song he loves

Ignore the title of the fic, it was hard to think of one :/

It’s Friday here so happy Friday and Valentines! My plans for today include watching movies all day and eating a whole lotta garbage food ofc

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When Tommy stepped into his house, exhausted after a long day working and travelling, all he wanted to go straight to bed and hopefully sleep for more than five hours but it was still fairly early and he knew his children would be awake. The thought of his children brought a smile to Tommy’s face, Adam was six and Rosie was a few months out from turning one and they were the best things to ever happen to him, along with his wife.

Noise from the living room caught Tommy’s attention and the familiar sound of it threw him in a memory that took place about a decade earlier.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tommy laughed as (Y/N) dragged him into the living room of the small house they were living in.

“Sit!” (Y/N) pushed him back so he fell onto the sofa before racing back out of the room, it took a few minutes for her to return and when she did, she was carrying her violin case.

(Y/N) was from a richer family and grew up without wanting anything, it also allowed her to have violin lessons, something that she loved. Tommy was determined to work hard and give her the best life he could, always telling her that he’ll buy them a big house like the one she grew up in and even though (Y/N) said that she had no problem living in the small house with him in Small Heath, he was still going to achieve that dream for her.

“Happy anniversary Tommy!” (Y/N) smiles at him before she starts to play.

Tommy sat mesmerised for the next three minutes as (Y/N) performed in front of him. Mouth slightly agape and eyes wide as the love of his life plays the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“Did you like it?” (Y/N) asks, a timid smile on her face

“Like it? I’d love it.” Tommy stood up and brought (Y/N) into a hug, “I’ve never this one before, is it a new one you’ve learned?”

(Y/N) gently shook her head, “No..I wrote it especially for you.”

Tommy was speechless, “I..for me?”

“Uh-huh”

“Why?” Tommy asked

“Because I wanted to, first of all. And I wanted to show my love and appreciation in a way unique way that no-one else could.” (Y/N) was slightly bashful.

“I love it, thank you.” Tommy said before he brought her into a soft kiss.

It was the music piece that (Y/N) wrote for him all those years ago. (Y/N) had only occasionally played it over the years and hadn’t since they had Adam. Tommy followed the music to the living room, expecting (Y/N) to be the one playing but when he stepped in, he saw Adam standing in front of the sofa with a violin in hand, playing for his mother and younger sister.

The door opening caught Adam’s attention and when he turned around and spotted his father, his eye brightened. He placed the violin on the table near him before leaping into his father’s arms,

“Dad!” Adam cried out.

“Hey, little man!” Tommy grunted as Adam’s small body jumped onto him, “You’re getting too big for daddy to carry you anymore!

Adam shook his head in disagreement, “No, you’ll carry me forever!”

“Forever?!”

“Yeah, forever! Even when I’m bigger than you!”

Both Tommy and (Y/N) laughed at that.

“If you’re bigger than me Adam, that means you have to carry me.” Tommy reasoned

“No!” Adam shook his head again.

“Why not?”

“ ‘Cuz I said.” Adam was firm in his answer, causing (Y/N) to laugh again.

“Orright, if you say so.”

Adam climbed down from his father’s arms to give his mother and sister a chance to greet him.

“Hello, darling.” (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Tommy’s lips before passing him his daughter.

Tommy quickly greeted her back before blowing raspberries onto Rosie’s cheek, making the little girl squeal with laughter. Once he was done, he made his way over to the couch with Rosie still in his arms and slumped into it, (Y/N) and Adam instantly cuddling up to him.

“What’s all this then?” Tommy gestured to where the violin sat.

(Y/N) smiled but a frown quickly overtook the happy expression,

“It was meant to be a surprise but you’ve ruined it by coming home early.”

“Right well, I’ll be sure to come home extremely late in the future then.” Tommy sarcastically replied.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, whacked him on the arm good-naturedly and smiled,

“You know what I mean”

Tommy grinned, “What surprise did I ruin then?”

“I was teaching Adam some things on the violin. I want to share my passion for the instrument for at least one of the kids.”

“You were teaching him the piece you wrote for me?” Tommy enquired

(Y/N) looked at him with surprise on her face, “You remember that?”

“I’ve never forgotten. The best thing I’ve ever heard of in my life.”

(Y/N) pressed her face into Tommy’s shoulder in an attempt to hide her smile, “Are you serious?”

“Of course.”

“Anyway, since it’s your birthday coming up, I thought it would be a good idea to teach Adam.”

Tommy turned to face his son, “Go on then, show me what you’ve learned so far.”

Adam looked startled at the request and looked towards his mother for help.

“Show dad, it’s okay.”

Adam shuffled off the couch and picked up the violin before standing in front of his parents. He threw them a soft smile before starting to play.

Tommy had a wide smile on his face as he listened to his son play the violin, it was riddled with mistakes but Tommy didn’t care, he loved Adam’s attempt as much as he loved the original.

Passing Rosie back to her mother, Tommy stood up and pulled Adam into his arms and hugged him tight,

“That was great Adam! I’m so proud!”

“Was I better than mama?” Adam asked with a cheeky grin

“You were waayyyy better than mama”

(Y/N) made an offended noise from the couch causing the father and son to laugh.

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blkgirlcafe · 4 years

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Home PT. 8

iktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback #8

Viktor couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. As usual he meet her at the gym when she was finished. She had been quiet, normally she had a story to tell him about her day.

Now they were eating dinner together and she hadn’t tried to steal food off his his plate.

“Vik…” she stopped looking at him before looking away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I leave in two months, I go back home.”

Everything stopped for Viktor. He knew this day was coming but still was not prepared at all. 2 months, he would no longer have his girlfriend here to hold. Surely when she got back to America she would forgot all about him.

“Viktor did you hear me?” She had set her fork down.

“No, I’m sorry.”

“I said, I don’t want to leave you, I love you.”

Cyra has never been shy, but telling a man that she loved him made her feel bashful.

“I love you too Cyra, how can we make this work?”

“Come with me?” She perked up, “I already got offered a job.”

“That would mean I would have to leave…”

“Ivan.” She said a scowl on her face, she never cared for the man.

“And my home, this is the only place I have ever know.”

Vik bounced around the ring, he was throwing light punches, not ready to down his opponent, they wanted a fight, he would give them a fight. He could already tell that his opponent was tired, his opponent threw sloppy shots that left him open. The bell dinged signaling the end of round 4, Viktor sat in his corner, looking around the ring into the crowd, he wanted to see his wife face.

“Damm you are doing good, two more rounds then lay him out.” his trainer said.

Viktor just nodded, spitting in the bucket before drinking some water.

“Is she coming?” his trainer asked.

“I hope so.” was all he said before shoving the mouth guard back into his mouth. The bell dinged and Viktor stood, this time he took his frustration out on his opponent, hit after hit to his middle, making him double over before Viktor hit him with a uppercut, his opponent went down, hitting the mat hard, blood spraying from his mouth.

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“Cyra are you sure?”

This was Trey's third time asking her so she ignored him. Yes she was sure, she didn’t need medical care, neither did Kazi, they both just wanted to see Viktor.

“Fine.” Trey gave up.

The traffic around the arena was hell. Trey double parked in a spot meant for law enforcement, Cyra jumped out before he even turned the car off. She grabbed Kazi and walked towards the entrance.

She was stopped at the door, someone asking for tickets. She never had tickets, she tried to tell the guy but he stood firm. Until Trey caught up with her, he flashed a badge and they were let in.

“Hold him.” Cyra handed Kazi over to his uncle.

The arena was packed, seats filled to capacity with spectators. Cyra learned from Viktor that people loved violence, they liked seeing two men fight almost to death for their entertainment.

Trey walked in front of her, moving people out the way easily. They made to the section right behind the announcer table, Cyra leaned against the barrier on her tippy toes.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at her husband. Kazi started whining, he never been to a fight, it was too much for a child. When Kazi spotted his father he shouted out his name, causing Viktor to turn.

The slip cost him a punch that landed squarely on his jaw, making him stumble into the ropes. He leaned against the ropes, looking at them. Cyra smiled at him, tears in her eyes.

He pushed himself off the ropes, more energy in his step than before. He was going to finish this and now.

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Flashback #9

“It’s our last night together.” Cyra was cuddled in Viktor arms.

“I got you a present.” He said quietly.

He gently moved behind her, reaching for something in his gym bag.

“Close your eyes please.”

Cyra did as he asked, eyes closed firmly.

“I never really gave you an answer on if I would go with you or not. I thought it over and yes I would love to go with you.”

Cyra eyes popped open in shock, she turned to face him, “what did you say?”

“Your eyes are supposed to be closed.”

“Forget the gift Vik, what did you say?”

He grinned at her, she would never get enough of this smile.

“I said I want to go with you, my gift to you is my passport and my plane ticket.”

Out of an Manila envelope he pulled out his brand new passport and an online ticket for a flight to Atlanta, the same flight she was on.

“Vik…”

“Yes?”

“Are you serious? Like this isn’t a joke.”

“I wouldn’t joke like this Cyra. I love you and I would miss you a lot, plus it’s time for me to go, I need to leave the nest.”

“Oh my god Ivan will kill me.”

Viktor eyes turned dark in front of her, his eyes were so expressive. You could read them like a picture book.

“I wouldn’t let any harm come to you.”

“I ment it like a figure of speech. But surly he is upset?”

“Yes, very much so. But it isn’t his choice, it’s mine. I can’t live my life for him and his goals.”

Cyra flung herself at him, looping her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

He threw the papers down and gently laid her down on the bed. Cyra legs wrapped around his torso, bringing him closer.

Viktor was a passionate lover, his rough hands trailed under her shirt. Cyra gave a little whine when he detached from her lips, but quickly changed to a whimper when he kissed her neck. Viktor pulled her shirt off, throwing it to the side.

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Viktor was done playing, he quickly hit his opponent with a 3 punch combo, two to the ribs and as he bent over a left hook that laid him out.

He referee did his count, at the count of 10 the ref stood declaring Viktor the winner. The referee tried to do the traditional hold the boxer arms up thing, but Vikor quickly snatched away from his, running out the ring to get to his wife and child.

Cyra ran into his arms, Viktor held her so close, hugging her tighter than he ment to.

“Babe…” she squeaked out.

“Sorry, what are you doing here? You and Kazi should be getting check out.”

“We are fine, baby we are fine, not hurt at all.”

They walked over to the barrier so she could grab Kazi, Viktor took him as soon as he crossed. Kazi never seen Viktor like this, he wasnt allowed to watch the fight, never come to the arena, and by the time Viktor got home he was already cleaned up, taped up, bruises covered.

“Tata!!!!!” Somehow Kazi voice rose over all the cheers, boos, and talking of the crowd.

Trey hopped the barrier, being the voice of reason, herding the family to the back, past all the eyes, the reporters, and other spectators.

Behind closed door they broke down, until now Kazi hadn't seen her cry, but she could help it. The tears just flowed even thought she was smiling. Viktor had his nose in Kazi hair, pecking his forehead with kisses.

“God I missed you two so much.”

“I wanna get down Tata.”

Kazi wiggled his way down, already more interested in the locker room more than his parents. Cyra hugged her husband once again, needing to feel his mass, even if he was sweaty. They stood there quiet and in an embrace, just happy to be reunited.

There was a knock on the door and Trey got it, it was Viktor manger and trainer. She pulled away from his arms.

“Congrats on the win baby, I am so proud of you.”

Viktor didnt let her move out of her arms, Kazi came over to hug his dad legs.

“Let me get those gloves off Champ.” his trainer said.

Viktor reluctantly let her go, and sat in one of the chairs, letting his trainer take off his gloves and the tape underneath it.

“I cant wait to get home Vik, our home.”

“I know babe, me either.”

Cyra waited patiently while Viktor did his after fight routine, taking his gloves off, getting checked by a doctor, his eye was starting to swell and his ribs looked bruised.

He declined to do his post fight interview rescheduling for two days later, he skipped his shower, getting dressed quickly. Viktor picked Kazi up, wincing at the pain he was in. As a family they left to go home.

Later that night…

Cyra couldn't sleep, she kept checking on Kazi just to make sure he was there, after her third trip she slid back into bed quietly, not wanting to wake Viktor.

“You dont have to keep checking on him, you guys are safe.” he said quietly.

“I know, its just that I keep thinking this is all a dream.”

“Come here.”

Cyra snuggled into his side, Viktor wrapped her arm around her, not caring about his own discomfort, to be close to her.

“You know Ivan did this all, he was sill mad I left, left him, left my home.”

“You didnt leave home, you left him and built your own family and home. You have a happiness that he will never know.”

A tear rolled down Viktor cheek, “He could have hurt you two, I will never forgive him.”

“You dont have to we both know he is trash babe.”

“I love you so much Cyra, thank you for coming into my life, loving me, and having my son.”

“I love you to Vik, we are in this together until the end.”

Flashback #9

Viktor was overwhelmed, Cyra tried to prepare him for a new city, but he didnt expect this. they had landed at the busiest airport in America, Hartsfield Airport.

The walk from the plane to the baggage claim took them underground into a train to be transported to the other side of the airport. Viktor tried not to take up to much pace, but he couldn't help it. At the curb they waited for Cyra brother, another thing for him to be nervous about.

When a tall guy walked their way, he could tell it was Trey by the way she jumped to hug him. Introduction were made and Viktor helped load the bags, not saying much.

He opened the door for her, catching Trey staring him down.

“Ayy bruh you good, you being real quiet.” they pulled of into traffic.

“Stop Trey, he isn't much of a talker.”

Heat flushed his cheeks, “I am fine, just soaking in the new scenery.”

Trey proceeded to put him through 21 questions and Viktor answered them in honesty. Every now and then, Cyra jumped in telling him he didnt have to answer anything.

They stopped in front of a apartment building, Cyra seemed to be confused as to why.

“Whats going on Trey.”

“Aight so check it, I did something for you and I hope you like it. Like I know you already got a job lined up but I didnt want you stressing about anything, so I found you a apartment and paid it up for 6 months.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, come on.” Cyra got out the car so fast, Vikor didnt have the time to open it for her. He followed behind the siblings, as they chatted. The apartment was on the first floor and Trey let them in, stepping back so Cyra could inspect it.

Cyra grabbed Vikor hand, pulling him around the apartment, even small it was bigger than where him and Ivan home, old home he thought to himself.

“Babe this is perfect.”

He nodded in agreement, he didnt care where he slept as long as Cyra was by his side.

“This is our home now.”

“Yes, Home.” Viktor said.

Kazi splashed in the tub, getting water everywhere, Cyra let him, not caring he was making a mess.

Cyra had the news on in the background but wasnt paying attention to it at all.

Broadcaster: Ivan Drago, the famous boxer and father of Viktor Drago was arrested approximate 72 hours ago, He had been indicated on charges of kidnapping, child endangerment, assault to just name a few. Ivan Drago along with 4 other people have not entered any plea agreement at this point. Reached out to Vikor Drago for a statement and was turned down by his management.

The End

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cohentm · 4 years

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✮ ∷ ╰ 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 .

I FEEL LIKE i just ran away from home and then realized i’m five and, unfortunately, cannot survive without my parents. LMDFLKDFGM i missed u all and had to return… we hate to see it. anyway! whew. i figured i’d post a refreshed lil intro for cohen to make sure i hit on some key changes before i hop back into the game! the most important / group-related part is right at the top, so if u read nothing else, read that! ily all and i’m excited to jump back in like i never left. i’ll be sliding in dms and makin’ starters asap, so if u wanna make some connection changes my door’s always open! x

✮ ∷ ╰ 𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖆 : 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

cohen currently lives in a glorified, raggedy frat-esque house ( he is NOT a fratboy but he might as well be huh ) of his own right off campus, about a five minute drive / ten minute walk from the stadium ( it’s about four bedrooms large with three bathrooms, all on one floor. think david dobrik’s house–click here to see–except much uglier and CHEAP MVDFLG ).

he’s fiscally very protective of his savings. he’s been working since he was 12 with his dad, and never ever spent his money, despite some repetitive near-misses where his parents tried ( and failed, bc cohen’s slick ) to steal money from him. basically he now pays for his share of the house using the money he saves/has always saved working for factories, farms, & fixing people’s junk cars.

his only current roommate is foster, meaning he has two spare rooms he’s not really doing anything with. beer pong table’s outside, the kitchen is the alcohol hot spot, there’s a pool table instead of a dining room table, u know how it goes.

regardless, he throws open invite house parties literally every weekend. they take place every friday night up until the sun rises on sunday morning–whether he’s around the house for all of five seconds or all night doesn’t matter, because they’re always a-go.

you’re all 100% free to use his house entirely at your leisure for character fun / development / a place for ur thread to take place / etc! you don’t even need to get my okay beforehand! just do it! think of it as a known dillon fact that cohen’s having a house party every weekend NFKDFNDFKJG.

no matter who you are, whether cohen likes you or not, he will not care if you show up with some randos or familiar faces and party it out. he’s socially bored 24/7 and full of apathy and alcohol at all times so mans probably will be plastered drunk out doing donuts in the parking lot and fighting someone he doesn’t have beef with anyway. ur muse probably won’t even see him there. LMKGDFLG if you’ve ever seen burlesque? literally him showing up to his OWN house for a visit / to get plastered and then wander off during the weekend party is…. real. so yeah! use his house like it’s ur own. just be out by sunday afternoon bc he likes to pretend none of it ever happened as soon as he wakes up and has to be sober for school. x KMVFBLFG love u all.

✮ ∷ ╰ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 & 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

tw: eating disorder mentions ( food & lifestyle ), drug addiction / recovery, alcoholism, & mentions of past steroid use.

full name. cohen anthony segura.

aka. co, jet.

character inspiration. adam parrish ( the raven cycle ), vince howard & tim riggins lovechild ( if y’all watched fnl…. let’s cry together ), a much more problematic & asshole-ish david dobrik ( the vlog squad ), nathan scott ( oth ), steven hyde ( that ‘70s show ), emily prentiss & aaron hotchner lovechild ( criminal minds ), & noel miller ( tmg ).

age & d.o.b. twenty-two. birthdate tbd.

zodiac. virgo sun, aries moon, & aquarius rising.

pronouns. he / him.

orientation. openly bisexual.

this has never presented as too large of an issue for cohen, despite living in dillon. he isn’t afraid of being talked about, and has a history of making sure people know he can hold his own if anyone has anything to say about his personal life.

university major. architecture & architectural technology.

after living in a trailer for the duration of his life, the idea that he would be invested in architecture is astounding. however, here he is. his passion for home creation stemmed from growing up and envisioning a real home to live in. his parents are both into self-taught carpentry, and his dad was shoving tools and measuring tape into his hands from the time he was young in an effort to instill in him a firm “get it done yourself” mindset. he spends his time studying structure & building planning, and secretly has a journal full of dream house mark-ups.

occupation. wide receiver for the dillon panthers, full time student, & prospective architect / carpenter post-college.

tattoos. many riddled throughout his body. brandon arreaga’s tattoos are cohen’s.

face claim. brandon arreaga.

alignment. neutral evil.

hogwarts. slytherin.

positive & negative traits. ( if u’ve already read this do not read it again i promise u nothing here changed LSMFLD )

hardworking–he works himself to the bone and is entirely unapologetic about it. you’ll rarely catch him slipping, but if he does, he’s the first to get ear-splittingly angry with himself over it. he’s way too hard on himself & he knows it, but he’ll never admit it.

he nitpicks at the flaws of others in an effort to feel superior, and always acts unaffected when he’s called out for bringing the team down when he’s not taking care of himself ( cue vince howard from fnl or nathan scott from oth scenes where they’re bragging about how good they are on the field even though he’s apt to get himself hurt because of how desperate he is for some kind of validation–cohen had a huge issue with restricting and abusing stimulants / testing steroids throughout high school and college in an attempt to boost his football persona. he was always incredibly fast and beat literal ODDS to maintain his wide receiver position, but especially thanks to his small build he’s used to being underestimated / downplayed, which puts a really heavy weight on his shoulders. today, he’s eating healthily, he’s off drugs, and he’s taking care of himself better than he ever has before, but it’s still incredibly hard and he still reaches out for ways to overcompensate, which is where alcohol usually comes into play ).

transparent–sure, he can turn into a stressed out & irritable jerk within a fraction of a second, but at least he’s upfront about when he switches lanes. LDFGLMKFG

he’s incredibly focused, which means he’s never going to linger in uncertainty for too long before he admits that he’s just not down to be around you / to be there / to talk / etc. he’s no bullshitter by any means. he’d rather hurt your feelings and keep his environment stable and tactile than stick around and put his easily shaken emotions at risk just to make you comfy.

he’s also accountable. he knows when he’s causing shit to fuck up & hit the fan, and he’s always quick to right wrongs when things are on him. ofc he’s bred from a family full of blame-givers, so he unhealthily picked up a bad habit of being really good at sounding like he’s apologizing sincerely when he’s really just trying to end a fight because he’s annoyed. LDCLDKMFDFG.

he’s blunt, temperamental, & incredibly selfish when it comes to his own lifelines / vices, but wholeheartedly selfless when it comes to doing anything to protect or lift up the people he loves.

mental diagnoses. anorexia nervosa ( in recovery ), alcoholism ( ongoing ), an addiction to various stimulants ( in recovery ), & frequent past attempts at steroid use.

physical diagnoses. n / a.

phobias. has an irrational fear of accidentally burning down his house. will get immensely stressed–to the point where he’s absolutely annoying and intolerable to put up with / be around–if someone’s cooking or baking “irresponsibly.” will probably yell at you and hover-cook until you let him take over so he can make sure nothing goes wrong. LMSDFKLFG

scars. an appendix scar on his lower left side.

drug use. frequently.

alcohol use. frequently.

diet. very decently rounded. he loves to cook, despite being self-taught. growing up the way he did, he settles for making simple dishes very well. he’s not the type to go all out for dinner. he meal preps like it’s his job. he usually just settles with some kind of pan-friend chicken and pasta dish at home.

birth place. dillon, texas.

parents. "jude" judith & anthony segura.

two lower class parents with deep-rooted anger issues. they currently live in the same trailer park together, in separate trailers, and fight with each other constantly. they claim they’re divorced, and are seeing other people, but they’ve never actually filed for anything, since anthony segura thinks it’s just a ploy for judith to take “half [his] shit.” cohen visits them often, and acts as a middle ground child who hates but loves both of them equally. his dad enjoys / tolerates his son’s presence more than his mother does, but only marginally. his mother’s much less concerned with the fact that she has children, since, in her mind, her relationship issues are the most important things in her life. cohen spent many nights as a kid with his drugged up mom in his lap while she cried about not being loved by anyone. his dad, even though he’s rough with cohen, at least spends time with him every now and again. as a kid, his dad was handing him beers to drink and tools to learn to use to prove he was a man ( despite being a ten y/o child bfkjgk oh well! ). regardless, today cohen lives on his own but is still the financial backbone for his parents–since his mom is unemployed and his dad is a seasonal construction worker–and has been since he was fifteen. they ask him for money every chance they get, and cohen never says no.

siblings. a younger sister ( by two years ). loves her to death. would protect her with his life.

pets. he’s notorious for letting a certain set of strays run amuck in his house. he feeds the neighborhood cat, is a-okay with people bringing their animals to his parties, etc. but he’s too scared of permanence and obsessed with independence to ever follow through with getting his own animal.

education. current senior at dillon university.

he has always been a decent student. he got into architectural honors college his sophomore year of college. however, he’s still not by any means incredibly intelligent. he’s decent grade-wise, but only because he tries really hard and puts in the effort it takes to keep up in a field like architecture. he’s also a chronic cheater, but c’est la vie! lmfgdflkg he spends the vast majority of his time either studying or practicing, and gets very irritable very quick doing either activity because he doesn’t know how to manage stress, so he drinks in the evenings in an attempt to make up for his tense demeanor, but he’s an angry drunk so… whomst are we really kidding here. LMDFKLG

languages. english & american sign language.

#friday:intro #WHEWWWW home at last. all i did last night was wait & make gifs huh. MCVLKDFSG

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Finding Home - Chapter 8

Finding Home: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (Daisy Adams)

Word Count: 2368

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, violence, major character death, mentions of sexual abuse/rape, pregnancy, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex, pregnancy sex, Bisexual MMF threesome)

Synopsis: Daisy Adams has abilities. She can read minds. Force her thoughts onto others. As a child, she is taken by Hydra and raised as a weapon. Daisy finds another and speaks to him in his dreams. He has been taken too. He wants to return to the man he loves. Can she get them back together? Will she even want to once she realizes that she’s falling in love?

Chapter 8

I sat in a pool of blood. I was hurt, but much worse, the baby was hurt. Steve rushed to my side as the others made their way into the room.

“Daisy, you’re going to be okay. Cap, take her to the theater.” Tony said, immediately taking the role of leader. Steve picked me up, cradling me against his chest. “Helen, I know it’s not your field of expertise but you can see if you can help. I’ll call the specialists.” He pulled out his phone as Steve carried me upstairs.

Doctor Cho was close behind us. I was light-headed and things started feeling very far away.

“Steve. The baby.” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“You’re both going to be fine,” Steve said. He didn’t believe it though. I could see the fear. He was already thinking that he’d lost us both.

He put me on the operating table and Doctor Cho came and started looking me over. She felt my belly and Steve helped her take off my pants so she could examine me properly.

“We’re going to have to do an emergency cesarean. I’m going to give you a general anesthetic to save time. She fitted me with an oxygen mask and then went to work administering an anesthetic. Bruce had arrived and started helping her. Nat and Clint hovered in the door like they wanted to help but didn’t know how. Things started going dark on me.

"Steve. I love you. Okay? I’m sorry this happened.” I said my head feeling heavy.

He held tight to my hand. “I love you, Daisy. Stay with me.”

All there was, was light. Slowly it faded, becoming a focused point in the darkness. I floated towards it and the universe opened up and I could see everything. All the galaxies and nebula were laid out before me to explore. A yellow gem floated in front of me and as I went to reach for it I heard a voice.

“Daisy? Is this a dream?”

I turned to Bucky. He was wearing regular street clothes. Just a maroon long sleeve Henley over jeans. He was standing in a dilapidated room again. This one was different from the last one I saw. I guess he was moving around. Or maybe this wasn’t real at all.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said.

Bucky approached me, he touched my face. I felt it. I felt the warmth of his skin in contrast to the cold of space around me.

“What is that thing?” Bucky asked pointing at the stone.

I shook my head. “Something too dangerous to exist but too powerful to destroy.”

I suddenly fell into his arms and he held me, stroking my hair. “Where are you, Bucky? I need you.”

“It’s better if you don’t know. They’ll just arrest me. I still don’t have control over the Soldier.”

“Steve can help you. I can help you.” I cried. “Bucky, please. We have a baby. Something happened.”

I paused the sudden realization of what happened. What is happening? “It died. I’m dying. This is what this is. I’m saying goodbye.”

“No, Daisy. Stay with us. I’ll tell you where I am.” He brought his mouth to mine, but I was being dragged away, dragged towards that light.

Slowly I opened my eyes. I felt numb and thirsty but the warmth of the sun felt welcoming on my skin. I smiled for a second glad that I was home. Then I remembered. The baby.

My hands flew to my stomach feeling only the softness of my own body. Not the firm baby bump I had become so used to. I felt a hand on my head and I sat up suddenly.

“Shh … Daisy. You’re okay. We were scared for a second. You died on us. But you’re here now.” Steve said. He sat down behind me and I leaned back on him. I didn’t know where the baby was. I assumed gone. I felt numb. “Here. Someone wants to meet you.” I looked around to him and he was holding a small bundle. I reached out my hands and he put my baby in them. I started to cry.

“Jamie. This is your mommy.” Steve said, touching his large finger to the tiny face of the baby.

It was a boy. I had a son. “He’s okay?” I asked. James looked up at me with big blue eyes, and his hand started waving around in the air.

“He’s fine. You’re both fine.” Steve said kissing me on the temple. He put his finger out to James and James took it, put it into his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Is he hungry? What time is it? Has he eaten? I don’t know what to do.” I was freaking out. He wasn’t supposed to be here this early. He wasn’t due for 6 weeks.

“He might be hungry. Let me go get the doctor.” Steve said. He got up, leaving me to hold James by myself.

I looked him over. He had so much of his dad in him. The blue eyes, the crinkly forehead, and the dark hair. I kissed him on the cheek. He was so soft. It was freaking me out how when I went to sleep I was pregnant and now here this whole person was. How can you just make a whole person?

I looked into his mind. It was strange. Everything was new and scary and exciting. He was definitely hungry, but not so hungry that he was upset about it. All his thoughts were light and color and how they made him feel.

Steve came back into the room followed by my obstetrician, an older woman named Doctor Lang. “Hello, Daisy. How are you feeling?”

“Numb. Confused. Glad no one is dead.” I answered.

She laughed. “Yes. We are going to keep you on some strong painkillers for a little while. You did actually die for a little while last night. You’ve experienced a lot of trauma and lost a lot of blood.”

“Is Jamie okay?” I asked.

“James is perfect. Good job, mommy.” She said. “We think either whatever it is that gives you your abilities or the serum he’s inherited protected him from the trauma you suffered. He’s as perfect as a baby who was born full-term and under ideal conditions.”

I felt a wave of relief take hold. I had woken up sure he was dead. Now not only was he alive, he was healthy.

“He’s hungry. Can I feed him? I don’t know how.”

She shook her head. “For now you’re going to have to go with formula. Your body is going to be putting so much effort into healing itself that you won’t make milk. I would recommend trying though. It will keep reminding your body that you want to breastfeed.”

The doctor helped show me what to do. James latched on pretty easily but got frustrated quickly when nothing happened and started to cry. Steve left the room and reappeared not long after with a bottle, Tony, Clint, and Natasha.

He handed me the bottle and I offered it to James.

“I think we need to move you somewhere else. Would she be safe to move, doc?” Tony said.

I looked up at him startled and scanned his mind. He was worried about Ultron coming back. I was too vulnerable.

“I wouldn’t recommend it normally, but given the extenuating circumstances.” Doctor Lang said.

Steve had sat down behind me and I was letting myself be supported by him as I fed James his bottle. “Where could we send her? Where could she possibly go that Ultron couldn’t find?” He asked.

Natasha looked at Clint and it was like they had a telepathic conversation, although I know that wasn’t true.

“I have somewhere that might work,” Clint said.

Maria flew me out to a farm in the middle of god-knows-where. We were greeted by a heavily pregnant woman and her stocky balding husband. Clint’s brother and sister-in-law. There were two children standing behind the screen door just aching to come out and see the jet. My doctor wheeled me out in a wheelchair while Maria went and spoke to Clint’s family.

I sat holding James to me. He was awake and alert and looking around. In the time it took to organize this thing and fly me here I’d worked out a way to communicate with him. I could tell exactly what he wanted from me. When he was tired. When he was hungry. When he wanted to look at me. When he wanted to see the world. When he wanted to see a person who wasn’t me. I could soothe him when he was fighting sleep by pressing calming thoughts onto him and I could distract him when the thing he wanted wasn’t available. I hadn’t heard him cry since that first time when he was hungry.

“Hi, Daisy. Clint has told me all about you.” Barney said approaching me.

“Hi, Barney. I know all about you too.” I hope that was an appropriate response. Clint hadn’t told me anything. At least not out loud. I knew all about her though, and how much Clint loved him and wanted to keep her safe from all the shit his life could bring her way. How he shared Clint’s sarcastic wit.

“Let’s get you inside.”

Barney and his wife Laura set me up in a guest room. I wasn’t supposed to get up for a few days, so they became my nurses. Not once did I hear a resentful thought. Only kindness and concern.

I slept with James in the bed with me. Laura and Barney’s two children would come in and take turns holding him. They’d bring him toys and sing him songs. He was smitten with them. They were so strange to him that he just wanted to stare at them all the time.

On the second day there I had to get up. Not ‘had to’ in the sense that I personally couldn’t keep still anymore. I would have slept forever if I could have. They made me.

I was walking around the outside of the house. James was sleeping inside. Laura called to me. It was scared and urgent, and my first thought was something had happened to James. My mind lashed out trying to grab onto everything in the nearby vicinity to find out what was wrong. The first thing I was aware of was the children. All of them were fine. James was still sleeping. The other’s were playing on the back porch. I even touched on the unborn babies mind. It was sleeping, dreaming of light and the sounds of its mother. The minds of the adults spoke to me next. Something was going on with the Avengers.

I hobbled inside to find Laura and Barney were watching the news and it was absolutely covered with news of the Hulk and Iron Man destroying Johannesburg.

“Where are the others?” Barney asked me. Like I’d somehow know. Completely desperate to find out if Clint was okay.

I sat down on one of the sofas. “I’m going to try something. I don’t know if it will work. If it does, it’s going to look really scary on this end. Maybe like I’m having a seizure, or even that I have died. So keep the kids out, and look after James for me.” I said.

Laura and Barney looked at me terrified.

I closed my eyes sending my mind out, sending it to people I am familiar with. It felt like I was drifting for a while. I found Steve and Natasha first, their bodies were safe but they were trapped in their own minds. Someone had locked them in a nightmare. There was nothing I could do to help them from here. I found Clint next. He was fine, currently trying to snap Natasha out of whatever had her trapped. I sent my self out further. I finally hit Tony.

TONY, CAN YOU FEEL ME WITH YOU?

“Daisy?” He said it out loud. Friday responded about me not being available.

YES. GIVE ME CONTROL OF YOUR BODY. I CAN CALM HIM USING YOU.

“I don’t know how,” Tony said. Banner hit him flinging him down the street. He was dazed and I used the opportunity to take control of his body. Slight mistake, I had no idea how to use the Iron Suit.

“Uh … FRIDAY right?” I said.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” She responded.

“Not Mr. Stark. It’s Daisy.” I said. Trying to get to my feet.

“Daisy is in hiding.” She said.

“No, I’m here. I don’t know how to use the suit. Can you control it, get me in the air?” I said.

Hulk was bearing down on me, he started pummeling into the suit. Tony was going to be sore when I finally gave him his body back.

“Hey, big guy,” I said holding out my hand and pressing the words with my mind into Banner at the same time. He faltered. His eyes were wild and terrified, but he held his hand out. I touched his palm. “The sun’s getting real low.”

Hulk staggered off and started changing, turning back to him. I released my hold on Tony and fell.

I opened my eyes back on the farm. I felt really cold and I was lying on the floor. I blinked slowly and sat up.

“Did it work?” I asked. I wiped my face and my hand came back covered in blood.

“The Hulk changed back and Iron Man flew off with Banner’s body,” Barney answered.

I tried to pull myself to my feet but my head span and I fell back down. Laura handed me some paper towels and I held them to my face. “Good. Good.” I said. “Clint’s fine. They’ll probably come here. Not sure. They need to be somewhere safe.”

Laura sat down beside me and hugged me. She projected relief onto me that I somehow couldn’t quite bring myself to feel. Whoever had locked them into their own minds was dangerous. I was worried about what they could do to me.

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Hey, Baby Girl

Dean Winchester, Daughter!OFC Elena Marie, past Dean x Jo

for @spnfluffbingo2019 Square Filled: Family AU

warnings: Mention of death, some angst, fluffy daddy!dean, tears, grief, anger, fluff, Chestervelle **not my gifs**

2.3k words

taggers: @keepcalmimthecupcake @janai-mcgarrett @hunterswearingplaid @becs-bunker @ambermei @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

“El! I swear this is your last warning or I’m leaving your scrawny ass behind!” I heard my dad yell again from the base of the stairs. I had been dressed and ready to go for about a half hour already. I couldn’t sleep last night so I had been up for a while. I had no excuse for not leaving my room but I just couldn’t will myself to get up from my desk.

Thankfully, he hadn’t come up to fetch me yet so that gave me some time to myself. We weren’t running late for anything, didn’t have any place we had to be. Dad was just impatient. He’s one of those types, ‘if you’re on time, you’re late’ kind of people. Fortunately for me, he wasn’t a morning person on top of that. No, that was mom, the woman that was the inventor of fashionably late.

She never rushed and even though she was late, she was always more thorough and consistent with everything she did. Mom and dad always fought, their many differences butting against their many similarities. But their fighting never worried me. I had never seen a couple more in love after being married for so long. Well, my uncle and his wife were just as disgustingly adorable but I didn’t have to live with them.

“Elena Marie! I swear to God…” I heard dad’s voice yell again, this time his words were followed by heavy footfalls rising up the stairs. His impending arrival didn’t make me move from my chair like it should have. The door opened wide and the tall broad frame of Dean Winchester filled my doorway.

He was scowling at me, probably because he was all bundled up and ready to go and I was curled up in my desk chair with my knees hugged to my chest. He was probably sweating under all those layers and it was sure to make him crankier. But I just looked up at him, not intimidated in the least by the giant marshmallow in my room. My expression was black and dad’s features softened, all sign of annoyance washed away.

He brought himself to crouch in front of me, his hands on my feet, my toes covered with little anime hearts smiling at him. His emerald orbs stared up at me with paternal concern and my expression didn’t change. That only seemed to make him frown. I couldn’t help it, I let a tear slide down the side of my face. That was enough for him to wrap his arms around me and squeeze me to his chest. I dropped my legs and buried myself into the fluff of his coat and finally let out the sobs that had been pressing against the dam all morning.

He sshh’d me quietly, rocking me as he pet my blonde hair slowly. I was always safe here, loved, cared for. My dad was my best friend and I made sure to tell him that I loved him all the time. He was my hero but sometimes I needed to be his hero too. We had to be there for each other because we were all each other had. This wasn’t the first time one of us broke down without reason. It happened a lot the past few months but only at home, only in private.

We’re both too strong and stubborn to let it happen where anyone could see us cry. They wouldn’t understand. They hadn’t been through what we had and we never felt like explaining it to anyone. So we just got through it together, always knowing we were always just a call or hug away from each other. Of course, we had uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah and their twins and if anyone could understand us, it was Sammy. We were all close but sometimes you just need that one person to confide in and we were that for each other.

We didn’t used to be this close. My mom used to be my best friend. She was the one we both relied on and leaned on and she was what held us all together. But she died. My dad and his brother were not unfamiliar with death. Their mom died when Sam was six months old and my grandpa died before Sam graduated from Stanford. Sam’s college girlfriend had been killed shortly after and my mom’s mom, who was like my dad’s second mother, died a few years before my mom.

And yet, none of these deaths hit my family like the loss of my mom. Not that you can ever prepare yourself for death, but we had no time to prepare for her loss. It was so sudden and unexpected that it just sideswiped us into chaos. Joanna Beth Harvelle-Winchester was gone and everything changed.

That was just a year ago but in that time, my dad and I had to rely on each other. It took awhile for us to find common ground, relate to each other instead of fighting. Once we found it, we easily fell into a routine. This was one of those routines. One of us would wake up missing her, needing each other before life can go on like normal. The other day, it was dad that needed comforting. It was mom’s birthday. She would have been forty. He hadn’t slept and what little sleep he did have, he had nightmares that made him scream and cry out her name.

Today is my birthday. Sweet 16. One of those days that are supposed to be a big deal in a young girl’s life. Mom was supposed to be planning a big party where she’d try to bake a big cake but couldn’t because she was an awful cook. She was supposed to embarrass me in front of friend, cry about how her baby was growing up so fast and show off pictures of me in a bathtub with Henry and Jane, my cousins who would be just as embarrassed. But there wasn’t going to be a party.

I refused to have a sweet sixteen without mom. She had told me she would have a big shindig planned by the time she got out of the hospital. Since she never made it home, I’ll never have the party. Dad tried to talk me out of it, tried to plan a party himself, even had aunt Sarah try and convince me. “Sixteen only happens once.” She had said, even gave me those sad pitiful eyes. “Your mom would want you to.” That had made me yell at her. She didn’t know my mom like I did, she didn’t know what she would want. I was childish. I knew mom and Sarah were close, she had lost her too. So I had apologized later but still refused to have the party. She understood and let it go, informing my dad to do the same. So the subject was dropped and I had forgotten entirely about my birthday all together.

Until I woke up this morning. It’s hard to ignore your birthday when you have hundreds of people posting on your Facebook wall wishing you a happy birthday. Even people I never hear from all year, pop up to give me well wishes. I hate social media. Take after my dad that way. Mom was an Instagrammer, loved taking pictures of her two favorite people and posting them to the world. Had quite a following. She was a good photographer. She should have done it professionally but it was just a hobby she said. She liked her job as the manager of her mom’s Roadhouse, then owner after she inherited it after gramma’s passing. So it was me and dad that got to be her models and no one made us look so good.

The picture that was framed and sitting on my nightstand wasn’t taken by her though. It wasn’t as clean cut and planned out. It was a little blurry and crooked but the people in it were smiling, their eyes twinkling with genuine joy. Dad had taken the picture, selfie style so the top of his head was cut off and I was squished in between him and mom, my nose red from the cold. Mom’s bald head was covered in a forest green hat with fuzzy brown ear flaps. She was hugging both of us tightly and I had never seen her more beautiful.

It was her last birthday. We had gone to Denver and stayed a whole week in a fancy lodge. Mom was weak and tired but she still went up the slope to watch me and dad ski. We played in the snow until I was soaked and shivering. The picture was taken the last day we were up on the mountain top. I didn’t want dad to take it, told him I looked a mess. But he said that he had the two prettiest women and took it anyway. He got it framed for me the month after mom died and at first, I was angered by the gesture. But now, I don’t know how I would have survived every morning without seeing mom’s smiling face. None of us knew that only a few months after that trip, she would lose the fight against cancer. We were clueless and hopeful back then so we could be truly care free and happy. It’s what made the picture the most precious of possessions.

I didn’t know what dad had planned for today but he had made me wake up, telling me he refused my plans for doing nothing for my birthday. He had made me red velvet pancakes, my favorite, let me have a cup of coffee even, since mom never wanted me to get hooked on the stuff so young. She said dad’s had an addiction and though it was better than his past alcohol problem, she didn’t like it any better.

It wasn’t until I had gone back upstairs, showered, dressed and sat at my desk before everything set in. And now, here I was, sobbing into my father’s firm chest, smearing my makeup on the fluffy material. We wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon but this was priority to anything else. My tears started to slow when dad started to sing. “Hey, Jude.” a song his mom always sang to him and the son he had always sung to me. It was warm and comforting and made me hug him tighter.

After a few moments, I began to sing along softly, my voice muffled and shaking with emotion. The whole song was sung through twice before I pulled back and he wiped the tears from my cheeks. I looked at him with a soft smile before kissing my forehead. “I wanted to wait to give this to you but…” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket, his eyes watching it as he handed it to me. My name was written out in familiar scrawl and I smiled, feeling the tears begin to well up in my eyes again.

I saw dad’s Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow. He nodded in answer to my silent question. It was from mom and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to open it. I sucked in a breath and slowly began to pull open the unglued tab of the envelope and we both waited with bated breath as I opened the folded handwritten letter.

Hey, baby girl, It’s mom. I know I said I’d plan your sweet 16, told you it would be a big shindig and it would drive your daddy crazy.

I laughed, remembering the conversation about how the loud music and teenage boys would send dad up a wall. She had mimicked his sour face and we both laughed until we cried until our sides hurt.

And I know you said that I would beat this. You and dad were so hopeful. But I knew. And I hate that I had to leave you two. I love you both so much and wish I could have been with you today. But I’m not. But dad is. I made him promise to take you out for the best daddy daughter day for your birthday. The whole nine yards. Mani/pedis, shopping, fancy dinner, movie and time with Sam and the family. But by the end of the day, I want you to come see me.

Tears were sliding down freely by now, my breath caught and catching sharply in my chest. Dad was crying too and he was just watching me read silently.

I want you two to come sit at my grave and talk about all the good times we had. I don’t want you to grieve my death but celebrate my life. I’ll be watching and if you don’t show up, I’ll come haunt your ass.

I laughed. Always the joker, that one.

I love you both so much and I miss you. Happy birthday, Elena.

I looked up at my father whose emerald hues were glistening with tears and he wore a sweet pained smile. I sometimes forget that he knew her far longer than I did, that he spent more time with her than anyone. She belonged to him first and I had a tendency to be selfish. Sobs wracked my body as I gripped the letter tightly in one hand. I threw my arms around dad’s neck and cried into his jacket and the way his body shook, I could tell he was crying too.

“Can we go see her first?” My voice was muffled against him and shaky from tears.

“I think she’d like that.”

And so we did. Where most girls have parties and music, boys and games, I spent hours at the cemetery telling stories, crying and laughing with my dad as we sat at my mom’s grave. We still did all the other things she wished but none of them as memorable and precious as my time with her and my dad.

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 26) - We Fall The Wrong Way Round

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/ OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

A surprise visitor reveals surprising feelings for Stef and Jared.

Married Jared! Single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Angst, infidelity.

Chapter WC: 2,282

Stef kept her eyes open when Jared leaned in for a kiss, both of them jumping on hearing the front door slam.

‘Mom!’ Darius shouted up the stairs.

Stef lunged out of the shower, grabbing a towel. ‘I’m just finishing up in the shower. You ok?’

The door was open an inch only but Jared was glad they were in the upstairs bathroom. He heard a mumbled response from Darius and continued washing out the suds from his hair.

Stef rejoined him with a grimace. ‘I didn’t know he was coming.’

‘Nice of him to surprise you.’

They finished their shower in silence, Stef pulling on a pink, silky push up bra that she found wedged between towels. If Jared’s mind hadn’t been elsewhere, she knew he would have commented on it. He stood in his towel, water dripping from him into a puddle on the floor.

‘You ok with meeting him?’

Jared looked up, surprised that she was still in the room? Surprised that he was still in the room?

‘You seem fazed.’

‘No, no, I’m not. Sorry.’ He chewed his lip, giving her a false laugh that even he cringed at.

‘Not expecting to meet your son after being in the shower with his mom!’

Stef rolled her eyes, ‘he’s an adult.’

Braiding her hair quickly and throwing it over her shoulder, Stef ran down the stairs to see Darius rummaging in the kitchen.

‘Well, I wasn’t expecting you home.’

Darius hugged her briefly before leaning over to his bag. ‘I got you a present.’

‘Uhm, why?’ Stef asked, cautiously taking the gift from him.

‘I know it’s Gradma’s anniversary next weekend and I could only fly back this weekend coz of the holiday sooo.’ He motioned for her to open it.

‘Why do I get a gift though?’ Stef peeled back the paper, revealing a black frame with the picture from Darius’s birthday settled in the centre. The nice one, with her and Oscar smiling with Darius between them.

‘You really liked the picture and Dad said you looked pretty in it.’

Stef was moved by the gesture. ‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘Just say thanks…and tell me what you have here to eat because I’m starving!’

Stef grabbed Darius and pulled him into a tight hug. He didn’t grumble at her like he usually did, he just let her hold him.

‘Hey,’ she brushed a tear away and smiled, ‘so, Jared is here.’

Darius raised an eyebrow at her, reminding her so much of his father.

‘He’s a guy that I’ve been seeing,’ she started. ‘I know,’ Darius interrupted, ‘dad told me.’

Stef tried to gauge his reaction, but, there was no expression on his face.

‘OK, he’s upstairs, he said he’d be down in a bit.’

‘We’ve been recording music,’ Stef chirped, hoping to take any awkwardness out of the conversation.

‘I can’t wait to hear it. I’ve been listening to your album on Spotify, it’s not half bad.’

‘Not half bad yourself, kid,’ Stef brushed a hand against her sons hair as she heard Jared coming down the stairs.

Already, his sleeves were rolled up, beanie covering his damp hair and his face set.

Sticking out his hand, he gave it a firm shake. ‘Nice to meet you, Darius.’

Formal, Stef thought.

Should this be one of those moments where she introduces them with a snippet of similar interests?

Fuck.

No need, they started talking about Texas. Great, they already have something in common. They both live there.

Stef pulled out the menu for a Thai restaurant she loved going to, holding it up to Darius, he gave her a nod before continuing his conversation with Jared.

***

Jared and Darius had been getting along well throughout dinner, it lifted her heart to see them chatting. Jared was a little closed off with him, she wondering what he was thinking.

Darius’s phone rang. ‘My girlfriend, gonna take this,’ he mumbled, smiling as he answered, taking the stairs two at a time and disappearing into his old bedroom.

Jared leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

‘He’s a nice guy,’ he said simply. ‘He’s cool.’

Jared ran his fingers through his hair, still looking at her. ‘He’s you all over, you know that right?’

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well, he’s got your mannerisms, he even says things the same way you do.’

Stef frowned over at him, making him laugh, leaning over to her. ‘He’s even got that dimple you got on your chin.’ His gaze fell to her chin, his thumb now running across the spot she knew it would appear if she smiled.

‘I always thought he was like his father.’ Stef whispered, afraid to speak too loud in case anyone but them would hear.

Jared just nodded, his eyes soft as he bit his lip. Darius’s boots were loud on the hardwood floor upstairs as he paced. Jared looked at the ceiling and back at Stef, giving her a quick kiss before offering to clean up the dishes.

‘I understand if you don’t wanna stay tonight.’ Stef leaned against the kitchen island, watching Jared popping open a beer.

‘Nah, I’ll stay.’

‘Your words are telling me yes and your body language is telling me no.’

Jared took a deep breath, ‘I won’t lie, I didn’t think I’d meet him.’

Stef raised her eyebrows in surprise, ‘You didn’t?’

‘No,’ Jared looked at his feet, ‘I didn’t think I’d meet any of your family, I just…’ He was looking around the room as if the words would jump out and help him explain.

‘Thought we were just having an affair that no one needed to know about?’

‘Kinda. That’s what we agreed, right?’

‘Yeah, it was what we agreed. And since then, you’ve introduced me to everyone you work with, your friends and…’

‘And what?’ Jared licked his lips, shifting his body toward her.

‘Your wife.’

‘You met Gen? When?’

‘At the convention, she didn’t say anything?’

‘No,’ his brows furrowed. ‘ No, she didn’t say anything.’

Jared was clearly upset, his reaction surprised her.

Stef wasn’t sure what to say, maybe silence was the best thing right now.

Jared gulped a couple of times, shaking his head. ‘Well, uh, I don’t really know what to say, I didn’t plan on that happening.’

‘It happened. I met your wife and you met my son and Oscar.’

Jared’s eyes were wide, as if he weren’t really taking any of the information in.

‘Do you need a reboot?’ She teased.

He softened at her jibe. ‘Sorry,’ he whispered.

‘This has progressed naturally and I never thought…’

Again he couldn’t find the words.

Stef put a hand over her face, the familiar wriggling in her stomach was back.

‘I never thought we would be here. I didn’t really think about the future, or, the real future,’ he emphasised. ‘All I could think about when I met you was how much I wanted you, and when I had you I thought that would be it. No more complications.’

‘Affairs are always complicated.’

‘Can we avoid the use of that word, please?’

Stef nodded, casting her eyes down to her feet. Just as Jared had. What kind of situation were they in now?

‘Hey, c’mere.’ Jared wrapped his arms around her, dropping his head to the crook of her neck.

‘I still want this.’ His hands were roaming across her back, knowing that if he could feel her he would be ok.

Nodding into his shoulder, she squeezed him tighter, only pulling apart when they heard Darius coming back downstairs.

‘All good with your girlfriend?’

‘Yep, she’s cool. Dad’s been texting, I think something happened on set.’ Darius hadn’t looked up from his phone, sitting down on the armchair by the fire.

Stef checked her phone, no messages. ‘What’s happened on set?’

Darius leaned back in his chair, ‘some stunt or something, says he hurt his foot.’

‘Oh shit.’ Stef laughed, sending a sympathy text to Oscar.

Jared sighed heavily looking between them.

‘We good?’ Stef whispered. He nodded, pointing in the direction of the sofa. Stef let her fingers wrap around his and pulled him to her. Planting a kiss on his mouth. He stiffened, unsure of his feelings about being affectionate while Darius was in the same room.

‘So you’re here til Monday?’ Stef poked Darius’s knee, he was engrossed in the movie on tv. ‘Yeah, leaving Monday afternoon.’

Stef had already put the new picture frame on the fireplace, right next to the beach pictures and the polaroid of her onstage in the nurses outfit that she had wrangled from Oscar’s back pocket.

‘Awwww, thanks for visiting baby.’ Stef swooned. Darius frowned over at her, his eyebrows furrowed. ‘Don’t thank me, dad gave me the money for the flight. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.’

‘He didn’t want to come with?’ She felt Jared shifting next to her at the question.

‘Could if he would, he’s working, though he’s probably at laying up now with his injury.’

‘Hmm, he hasn’t text me back.’

Darius snorted, ‘he’s texting ME, it’s cool.’

Stef shrugged.

‘You get up here often to visit?’ Jared wrapped his fingers around Stef’s ankle while she shimmied her bare feet under his thigh.

‘Not enough, school keeps me busy. But this weekend is kinda special so I knew I’d have to come up.’

‘Special?’ Jared looked between the pair of them.

‘Well, it’s my moms anniversary next weekend. Usually, we visit the grave.’

‘Sorry. How long is she gone?’

‘Ten years.’ Stef started unravelling her braid Jared was watching her, half mesmerised with the flames from the fire throwing shadows across her face, flickering dark and light.

‘Was she from Canada?’ Jared started stroking her foot absentmindedly.

‘Yeah, she grew up here. Moved down to NY state when I was a kid. When she got sick she wanted to come back up here to family, so myself and Darius moved with her.’

‘Oh man, sorry to hear that.’

Stef shrugged, ‘it happens. At least I got to spend time with her before she went. She helped with Darius when he was younger, you know? Teenage moms don’t always know what they’re doing.’

‘Parenting is hard at any age.’ Jared grinned knowingly.

‘You got kids?’ Darius interrupted

Jared cleared his throat,’ yeah, two boys.’

Darius nodded. Jared was grateful there weren’t any more questions. He really wasn’t sure how much Darius knew about him.

‘I got some pictures set up so I can print them into a photo album,’ Darius threw his phone over into his mothers lap.

Stef bit her lip as she flicked through the pictures, making a sound that Jared had never heard her make before as she turned the phone to show him a photo of her holding Darius as a baby. It looked as if it was taken in the hospital.

‘Cute.’ Jared was taken aback and how young she looked. She really was a kid having him.

‘And my mom, giving Oscar the stink eye. Oh man, she was forever doing that.’

‘She didn’t like him?’

‘No, she loved him and loved giving him a hard time.’

‘Wait, that lady is your mom?’ Jared squeaked in surprise.

‘Uh, yeah. Why?’

‘I didn’t know you came from an Asian family.’

Stef smiled at him, ‘her family are from Vietnam. Darius is a wild and beautiful mix of Vietnamese and Guatemalan and English. My dad was English.’

‘Has he passed too?’

‘Yeah, he died before Darius was born. A long, long time ago.’

‘In a galaxy far, far away.’ Darius muttered getting up from his armchair.

‘I gotta to sleep I’m so tired.’

He bent down and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

The men nodded at each other and Darius climbed the stairs.

‘I am so surprised. I mean, I knew you were exotic.’ Jared was grinning, crawling over her.

‘It would explain your beautiful cheekbones.’ He said, between kisses.

Stef ran her tongue along his lips, teasing.

‘Oh don’t get me wound up again, your kid is upstairs.’

‘I have a rule for when he’s home, you know.’

‘What’s that?’ His mouth was on her skin, peppering kisses along her jaw.

‘No sex when the kids are in the house.’

‘Damn, if that were a rule in my house then I’d never get any.’ Nibbling at her earlobe, she giggled at the feel of his tongue tickling inside her ear.

‘Hey, get off!’

‘Yes ma’am. Come to bed with me, I swear I’ll behave, there won’t be any funny business.’

Stef bunched his shirt into her fist and kissed him long and slow. Stopping when she felt her phone vibrate.

‘You gonna check that?’

‘Nah, not when you’ve asked me to go to bed with you.’ Stef smiled into the kiss.

Jared asleep not long after they got under the covers, whispering that he would leave early the next morning. Stef didn’t like it, but she agreed it was best.

As much as she wanted him with her every spare moment he had, her family always came first.

Stef watched his face relax as he drifted off to sleep, wondering what it would be like to have someone to share her bed all the time.

For most of her adult life, she had wanted to be alone, no one could break through her walls, she had never let them.

She felt lucky she had Jared. Parts of her had been thrown in to the air and left lie where they had fallen. He was changing that. He was changing her. She kissed his stubbled cheek and fell asleep.

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