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vinvantae · 2 years

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Baby Steps

Part 6/26

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Rating - Mature

Warnings - Explicit language, mentions of sex, alcohol

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The team cheered as Lando raced across the line in 4th place - you put on a smile because you knew cameras were around but you felt disappointed when Daniel came around the corner almost 20 seconds later in 7th. You’d hoped he’d gain several places during the race but it just hadn’t happened and you knew he’d be disappointed.

You and the team made your way across the pitlane to say congrats to the boys, Mercedes cheering loud as Lewis had nailed the first race of the season. The Brit in question grinned when he took his helmet off, coming over to you after his post race interview.

“Hey! Good job today.” He never had a mean word to say about anyone, it’s why you felt comfortable around him.

“You absolutely smashed it, Lewis. I’m proud of you.” You giggled softly as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Keep this up and that’s an eighth world title.”

He always smelt so good, even post race. “Oh you bet. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nodded and smiled fondly as he moved away, missing the way Dan had seen the whole interaction. He knew you and Lewis were friends but he’d never really seen you talk much before - and the way he so easily swept you up into a hug made him jealous. Lewis was quite undoubtedly one of the best looking drivers on the grid, so seeing the way you let him hold you made the Australian’s jaw clench a little.

The two of you had spent a good chunk of the evening last night laughing at having a good time, being friends but he still couldn’t help but feel envious that there were other people you trusted more. But then your eyes landed on the Australian and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat, you looked so fond.

“Daniel!” You beckoned him over. “I’m sorry about the race.”

“Hey hey. Still a points finish.” He draped an arm across your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think it’s a decent start to the season, especially with Lando in fourth. Imola next though!”

“I love Imola.” You hummed, leaning into his hold a little. “Gotta get everything packed away before we go. Make sure you get lots of rest, okay?”

You slipped out from underneath his arm and head inside the garage, giving him one more kind smile. The team was buzzing with energy as they moved around the paddock, getting as much tidied away before the big moves were made tomorrow. Your focus was mostly on the electronic side, making sure all of the race data was saved and backed up onto multiple hard drives. You did miss some of the more physical engineering work but the strategy was a lot easier on you.

The sitter stayed with Milo until late into the evening, he was asleep by the time you made it back to the hotel - your body heavy with fatigue as you thanked her and closed the door as she left. It barely felt like you’d closed your eyes before your alarm went off in the morning. A soft groan left your lips as you rolled over to turn it off.

“Morning, Mummy.”

You looked over to see Milo sat up in his bed, doing some colouring in. “Morning, jellybean. You’re up early, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked tired.” He shrugged a little. “How was race?”

“Not too bad. Daniel came in 7th, Lando 4th.” You smiled softly, climbing out of bed to go give him a cuddle. “Wanna come to the next race? We’ll be going to Italy in a couple of days.”

“Yes please! I can wear my new Daniel shirt!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckled softly. “Yes you can. You okay to stay with the sitter again today? It’ll be a little boring at work today, lots of packing the kit away.”

“Can we go to a park or something?”

“I’ll ask her when she gets here.”

The pair of you got ready for the day and with one last kiss to the forehead and a soft exchange of ‘I love you’s’, you headed off to work. Far less put together than you would be during the actual race weekend when cameras were around. Today was just about getting everything ready to move as quickly as possible so it would be in Italy for the race in 2 weeks.

You were greeted at the paddock gates by Carlos with a large hot drink and a hug to start your day.

“Good race yesterday.” You smiled softly, taking a sip of your drink as the two of you head towards the office buildings.

“Could have been better, Lando did a very good job.” He hummed softly. “Fancy grabbing breakfast with me before you start?”

You checked your watch. “I’ve got some time.”

“Perfect.”

You followed him into the Ferrari building and straight up to his driver’s room - trying not to draw too much attention to yourself in your McLaren uniform, the bright orange making it a little difficult - as you rounded the corner you bumped directly into Charles who raised a brow at the pair of you. “Good morning.”

“Hi, I’m just here for breakfast, not spying I swear.” You held your hands up defensively.

The driver’s lips curved into a handsome smirk. “I should join you, just be on the safe side.”

“Y-yeah, of course.”

The Monagasque followed you both into Carlos’ room, you weren’t sure what his motives were but you couldn’t exactly say no - you were on his turf after all. He was a nice boy and Carlos seemed to get on well with him so you’d give him the time of day. He did make you a little nervous, he was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen so it was intimidating. The Spaniard, completely oblivious, opened up the fridge and got out the ingredients for breakfast sandwiches.

You and Charles sat on the sofa as Carlos got to work whipping up some food. The Ferrari driver closest to you sat up so he could get a good look at you. “So, y/n, didn’t want to join us at Ferrari?”

“Why would I leave McLaren to join a team who came 6th in the constructors last year?”

Charles clutched his hand over his heart. “Right where it hurts. You’ll be regretting that by the end of the year.”

“Mhmm hmm, sure.” You laughed softly. “Besides, as much as I love Carlos, McLaren is my family. I couldn’t jump ship… and I mean, you were around in 2018.”

Your eyes flickered across Charles’ face, hoping he remembered the year as well as you did so you didn’t have to remind him. He pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded. “Yeah, that. I’m surprised you stuck around at all.”

“Still love my work. Got a kid to raise so I need a job.”

Before the driver could get any further down the memory lane less travelled, Carlos swanned across the room and passed the sandwiches to you both. You didn’t have too much time to dwell on the past after that - the next two weeks were jam packed full of packing, strategy meetings and taking care of Milo. Who had decided that for the weekend in Imola, he wanted to make his own custom Danny Ric shirt.

The two of you sat in a quiet area of the Imola paddock with a white shirt splayed out on the ground and little tubs of fabric paint around it. Milo had a toddler size cap on his head to protect him from the sun as he started decorating the fabric. You sat beside him making a shirt of your own - mostly for something to do for the day but also because it was fun. You didn’t get to express your creative side often.

You decided to go for a badger in a honey pot, mostly because you didn’t think you could paint an actual honey badger - so a pun would do. Milo’s shirt was covered in the number 3 in different colours and sizes.

“That looks really good, jellybean.” You chuckled softly, wiping some paint off of his cheek. “I think everyone’s gonna want one of those.”

“I know I definitely do.”

You lifted your gaze, using your hand to block the sun from shining directly into your eyes, to see Daniel stood over you both with a playful smile on his face. He crouched down in front of Milo.

“Little man! That looks so cool! Reckon you can make me one?”

Milo’s eyes went wide before he nodded eagerly. “Yes! Mummy! Need another shirt please for Daniel!”

“Do you mind watching him for a second?” You not only surprised Daniel but you surprised yourself with how you already trusted him enough to leave your son alone with him.

“Not at all! You know I love the little guy.”

You gave Milo a kiss on the forehead before you head towards the McLaren building, leaving the driver alone with the toddler for the first time. Milo didn’t even seem phased and carried on decorating his shirt, paint all over his little hands but somehow he wasn’t getting any on the shirt that he didn’t want to be there.

Dan smiled softly. “Your Mummy is a very nice lady.”

“Yeah! She’s the best!” He beamed. “She likes you!”

“Oh yeah? He chuckled. “I like her too.”

It was almost like Milo didn’t even need watching, he was so busy painting that he didn’t even notice anything going on around him. Dan could see your features in him - his smile, the shape of his nose. He wasn’t your spitting image but he definitely was your boy. His eyes were the polar opposite to yours, and they almost seemed familiar to the Australian but he couldn’t place them.

When you returned the way Milo’s little face lit up was truly a picture - there was nothing like the bond between a mum and her child. You looked at him like he was the most special being on earth and he looked at you just the same. He’d always wanted a kid of his own, but had never settled down with a girl for long enough to consider it.

“Here we are, a shirt for Daniel.” You laid the top on the floor, a piece of cardboard wedged inside of it so the paint didn’t seep all the way through.

The two of you sat around quietly enjoying the sun whilst Milo painted. Your eyes were closed as you let the warmth wash over you - you didn’t have any work that needed doing until tomorrow so you were glad to be able to spend the day with Milo. You cracked an eye open as you heard the pair of them giggling, playfully rolling your eyes when you saw a toddler-shaped paint handprint on Daniel’s cheek.

“Milo!” You scolded softly. “Silly boy, why did you paint Daniel?”

“Funny.” He giggled again.

You grabbed your baby wipes out of your bag and passed them to Daniel so he could clean up. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as the driver just smudged the paint around instead of wiping it off.

“C’mere.”

Dan held his breath as you took his jaw in your hand, tilting his face to the side so you could get the paint off of him. Your touch was gentle and warm - your face focused. He knew if you moved your hand just a few centimetres down, you’d be able to feel how fast you made his heart race. He couldn’t look at you because he knew if you made eye contact at this moment he’d just melt into a puddle.

“All done!” You smiled softly, releasing him from your hold, the driver’s heart slowly returning to its normal pace. “We need to find somewhere to hang these so they can dry.”

“You can put them in my room. It’s got windows and if it happens to rain then they’ll stay dry.”

“Amazing.” You carefully picked up the shirts and Dan scooped up Milo, holding him close as the three of you made your way through the paddock to the McLaren building.

Neither of you said much but the quiet was comfortable - it didn’t feel like it needed to be filled with silly small talk. You were a little scared. This wasn’t like it was with Carlos or Lewis; when you were with them, you felt at ease but whilst you felt comfortable with Daniel, you felt nervous, your heart beat faster than usual. You’d promised yourself to stay away from the drivers in any sense other than professional because their job was dangerous and watching them crash was hard enough without having any kind of platonic or romantic feelings towards them.

You dared sneak a glance at Dan and Milo; the toddler had warmed to him so quickly too. You didn’t know what to do - you liked Daniel but you were scared to let him get too close to you and Milo. Your son hadn’t experienced the same heartbreak you had and you wanted to keep it that way.

But if you cut out Daniel then you’d have to do the same to Carlos and that just wasn’t happening. Making human connections with people was normal but the sport you’d chosen to work in was exactly why you liked to keep to yourself.

Instead, you’d just have to try and keep Dan at a sensible arms length and just pray that he stayed safe.

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kirbyprompts · 1 year

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𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏) 𝐒𝟐𝐄𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel free to change the prompts as you see fit!

❝we’ll go somewhere else.❞

❝who are you now that things have been turned inside out?❞

❝your effort has not gone unnoticed.❞

❝everything okay?❞

❝are you really going to keep playing pacifist while rome burns?❞

❝i’m taking the high road.❞

❝there’s no such thing as a one sided war.❞

❝i don’t care about some fake war with a fake rival.❞

❝you didn’t have to make it awkward.❞

❝can we talk about your mom? because i want to make sure she likes me.❞

❝how did you get in?❞

❝you can’t explore barren ground.❞

❝i get to meet your dad? the man behind your origin story?❞

❝maybe ‘crash and burn’ is a good place to stop.❞

❝everything’s fallen apart.❞

❝you should use less words.❞

❝i know you are nervous about making a good impression.❞

❝if i wanted cbd i’d go to cvs.❞

❝why does everything have to be a battle?❞

❝you didn’t answer my call.❞

❝is honesty really the best policy? let’s find out.❞

❝i’m always burdening you with bad news.❞

❝we just have to be patient with each other. trust takes time to rebuild.❞

❝it’s been so nice spending the afternoon getting to know you.❞

❝i’m so glad that you’re finding new hobbies.❞

❝how lovely to be dragged down by you.❞

❝this party has flatlined. time of death 7:32pm.❞

❝you need to do what you do best. cross borders and boundaries.❞

❝i have a strong aversion to drama.❞

❝should we ambush him with a polygraph machine? i have zipties in my bag.❞

❝are you busy tonight? i need your help.❞

❝nice to see a friendly face.❞

❝quite a scene out there. how can i help you to avoid one here?❞

❝why are you here and what will it take for you to leave?❞

❝proximity isn’t prominence.❞

❝this is supposed to be a dignified affair.❞

❝you owe me an explanation.❞

❝have you seen the view from the roof? it’s incredible this time of year.❞

❝i’m going to give you one more chance to give me the truth.❞

❝can we save the family showdown for home?❞

❝a woman after my own dark heart.❞

❝we would be unstoppable.❞

❝it’s the illusion that matters. not reality.❞

❝now that you know that i’m a liar, feel free to leave.❞

❝it’s human nature for us to convince ourselves that the things we’re doing are noble when they’re selfish.❞

❝i can’t believe i’m saying this but i’m proud of you.❞

❝why don’t you get some rest and we’ll talk about this tomorrow?❞

❝life around us is never smooth and you’re only going to be able to hide that for so long before it explodes all over you.❞

❝i will never be able to unsee that.❞

❝what good is it in saving mother earth if you can’t revel in her earthly delights?❞

❝i should probably be going.❞

❝none of us are as bad as we think we are.❞

❝some of us are worse.❞

❝now’s not the best time.❞

❝take it we’re still not speaking?❞

❝i think i’d rather just spend the night with you two at home.❞

❝hope is fragile and trust is elusive.❞

❝i was worried i wasn’t going to see you before you left.❞

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anneimaginesundertale · 2 years

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SO with a rude family with maybe this time Grim? We maybe got invited to have dinner but all we got were judging comments about how monster human relationship wasn't the most ideal ones, etc etc,,

You knew when you asked Grim to your family reunion that there was the possibility for things to go wrong. Your parents were generally accepting of monsters and they knew you were dating Grim. It was a few of your other relatives you were worried about. You’d warned Grim about them beforehand and he had said, “It will be fine” in that calm, cool way he had. Very few things seemed to phase him, so you believed him.

An hour into dinner, your aunt Frieda had made five “subtle” digs about monster-human relationships and how you could do better. Your uncle Frank had refused to pass the rolls to Grim, pretending he couldn’t hear him. And your bratty cousin Oliver had asked you point blank how you and Grim could sleep together when “he’s a weird skeleton man with no bits”. Through all of it, Grim had been nothing but polite and gentlemanly. He’d ignored Aunt Frieda, asked someone else to pass the rolls, and cooly told Oliver, “That’s not your business, young man.” You were very proud of him, but also growing more and more annoyed at your family members.

It all came to a head when your Aunt Becky pulled you to the side in the kitchen. You’d just been going back for seconds on pie and Aunt Becky decided that was the perfect moment to ask you, “Sweetie, do you really want to be with that big skeleton? I mean, I looked him up. He runs that casino on the edge of town. He’s kinda sketchy, don’t you think?” She put a hand on your arm and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “If he’s not treating you right, sweetie, tell me. I can help you get away from him.”

You pulled away angrily. “Grim would never hurt me!” you said loudly, wanting him (and the rest of the family) to hear you. “He is the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. He’s amazing! Don’t you dare imply that he’s not safe. You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“I’m just trying to help, sweetie,” Aunt Becky said. “There’s no need to throw a tantrum!”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum! I’m telling you to leave me the hell alone!” You smacked your hand down on the counter—right onto the cherry pie. The pie flipped and splattered on the floor.

Grim stepped through the doorway. “Are you all right, Y/N?” he asked, taking in the scene.

“I’m fine,” you growled, even as the rest of the family began crowding in to see what the hubbub was about. “I was just telling Aunt Becky how much I love you and how good you are to me.”

Grim eyed the splattered pie and Aunt Becky, who looked like you’d just punched her in the face. He looked at the rest of your family. Then he looked back at you. “I see,” he said. “In the spirit of that, my dear, would you like me to take you home? It is getting rather late.”

“You can stay here for the night if you want, Y/N,” your mom said. “The guest room is all ready.”

“Can Grim stay too?” you asked.

Your mom hesitated for just a second. “O-of course he can. We can find room for him.”

You looked at Grim. “I think I’d rather go home with you,” you said. You looked at your mom. “Thanks anyways, Mom. Maybe we’ll come back to visit again tomorrow.”

Several family members looked like they wanted to say something, but you slipped your arm through Grim’s and led him to the back door. Before you left, Grim gave your family a cool smile. “It was very nice to meet all of you,” he said. “It’s good to know how humans feel about monsters.”

With that, the two of you left. Once you were home, you apologized to Grim. He waved it off. “Dearest,” he said, “I knew what I might be getting into when I went with you tonight. Honestly, that was quite tame, all things considered. I do thank you for standing up for me and for defending me. Unfortunately, I am rather used to it by this point.”

You snuggled up against him and kissed him on the cheekbone. “I love you,” you said, because another apology wasn’t going to change anything.

#mf papyrus #mf papyrus x reader #drabble #imagine #what if prompt #not a very happy thing #and I don’t know if you wanted Grim to give the family a piece of his mind #but he prefers to be polite and just let them make fools of themselves #I expect there was a bit of a discussion among the family after you left

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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All The Lessons I Never Learned

22. A Proper Playdate

Synopsis: Thor and Sylvie get the option to have a redo playdate after what happened last weekend. And, Thor gets a car seat.

Word count: 5,685

Stand Alone?: sure!

Warnings: diapers/nappy changes, nightmares,

Notes: They can't all be narrative winners, but I'm still pretty proud of the one-off gags and individual scenes that this one has to offer. The plot is kind of loose and just there to thread them all together. Update! I made some changes to this chapter on AO3 and they are no longer exactly the same! That version is updated for grammar and plot changes.

Read it on AO3!

“No, I’m serious! You should come over!-- Sylvie’s excited to see you, too!”

Loki raised his eyebrows as if Mobius was lying.

“You have no idea the way she perks up when I talk about you.” Mobius casually added as if he had just said something that was entirely normal and understandable.

Loki found this incredibly hard to believe, mostly since Sylvie had either outright ignored him or insulted him to his face. But then he considered another part of the statement, “...You talk about me?” he smiled, finally swiveling his chair to give Mobius his full attention.

“Well, yeah, of course I do. Just like she talks about Thor. -- But that’s besides the point! They’ve gotta have a real playdate sometime, right? Pack a bag and after playgroup, you guys can come over. We’ll have naptime and lunch. It’ll be great!”

“I’ll text you about it, how’s that?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised if Sylvie already asked him and he already said ‘yes’. But you two should talk it out because we’d love to have you.”

Loki gave his boss another closed smile, glancing up at him as Mobius took a sip off his coffee and looked around the other desks and cubicles before deciding he needed to be a little more on-task with his work, too.

“Alright, well get on those reports for tomorrow and prepare for your meeting, right? Read up. Study their company. I wanna see you shine like the star you are.” He gave Loki two firm pats on the shoulder before moving on to mentor the rest of the sales department. Although, Loki noticed, no one else seemed to get quite as much attention as him. Which, as much as he hated to admit it, did fill him with a feeling of validation he hadn’t felt so strongly since he was a teenager.

“The toys at my house are so much better than this,” Sylvie offhandedly commented in regards to the basket of blocks she was sorting through.

Thor agreed as he examined a chip in the side of one.

“I have like so many Hot Wheels tracks an’ like… way cooler stuff.” She trailed off trying to think of things that Thor would find cool. “Um… I even got Legos! The real ones!”

That was enough to make Thor pause. “Real? The small ones?”

“Yup! I’ve got like a bunch of sets. You should come over so we can build them.”

“Can I?”

“I dunno, I'll have to check with papa… but probably.”

During Sunday morning play time, the little ones screamed as they chased each other around. There was no concept of “indoor voices” to speak of while Mobius and Loki sipped on their coffees while the little balls of energy tried to climb on everything they were allowed to, regardless if other littles wanted a turn first or were already there. Unfortunately for Thor, it seemed that an indoor cafe playground, was not meant for a preschooler of his size and energy level. But regardless, he made due, jumping on the suspension bridge and climbing up the slides.

Mobius checked his watch. “Can you watch this for a minute?” he asked Loki, handing him his coffee cup.

“What’re you doing?”

“My second job,” Mobius laughed as he stood up and took off his shoes before entering the playroom.

Loki watched him intently, more completely than he paid attention to the littles he was really supposed to be supervising, as Mobius took a small wooden puzzle off the wire rack and dumped the pieces onto the floor.

If it wasn’t for his dad-ish attire, Mobius would’ve been indistinguishable from the littles playing around him as he squatted down by the floor, pretending to be baffled by the jumbled wooden alphabet around him.

“Hey, Sylvie! Thor! You guys wanna come help me with something?”

Sylvie and Thor ran to a screeching halt and sat down to help him.

“This puzzle’s just really got me stumped!” he told them.

“Why didn’t Loki help?” Sylvie thought to ask.

“He didn’t know either, but you two are really smart, right? Think you could just help me put it together?”

Thor picked up the letter “O” and prepared to set it into place when Mobius asked him about it.

“Which one’s that? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“I’s a ‘O’! Like my las’ name!”

“Like your last name?”

“Oh-dinson!”

“That does start with an ‘O’, doesn’t it?”

Thor nodded as he set the piece into place.

“Papa! Papa! This one’s an ‘S’ like Ssssylvie!” the little girl informed him, still a bit energetically.

“Wow, thanks I would’ve missed that one. Now how about this one? This one’s a real head scratcher…”

“That’s a ‘Q’!” Sylvie said confidently as she took the letter from his hand to place in the wooden spot.

“Huh… What words start with ‘Q’ do you know any?”

“Cupcake!” Thor suggested.

“Sylvie, do you know any words that start with a ‘Q’?”

“Pfft. Yeah.”

She did not elaborate.

Loki watched for a few more minutes while Mobius asked the littles about each letter they picked up, but with a whole twenty-six to go through, it took quite a while, eventually convincing Loki to take his shoes off, stowing them in the cubbies, and coming to help by letting Thor sit in his lap and occasionally whispering answers in his ears, only to have the little light up with the worst poker face imaginable and to relay the answer to Mobius.

“He’s cheating!” Sylvie complained.

“Well if you had asked nicely, I would’ve helped you, too,” Loki told her.

Sylvie, now that she had been personally addressed, stared at him with wide eyes and then squinted them angrily, as if he had just tried to play a mean trick on her.

“Loki, since you’re so smart, do you wanna help me with this funky little thing?” Mobius asked, still playing dumb for the littles.

Thor turned back around and whispered in Loki’s ear, “it’s a H.”

“Thank you,” Loki whispered back. “It’s an H,” he answered confidently.

“Wow, you guys are good at this,” Mobius commented, setting the last letter into place. “Look at that, we did the whole thing!”

“We should do it again cuz’ Loki cheated,” Sylvie told her papa severely.

“Well we have one at home. You guys wanna do that after nap time?”

“Ew! No!” she answered, almost aghast that he had proposed such an activity.

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Loki and Thor are coming with us.”

Sylvie looked like she had intended to answer a firm “no” but after receiving the second piece of information, she didn’t look so sure. “... Okay,” she said, even though she kept a huffy, sour, expression as Mobius took her hand.

“Alright, say ‘bye-bye’ to the playground.”

“Bye-bye playground!” Thor chirped as he waved at the structure and other littles.

“Bye-bye,” Sylvie said sulkily.

“By--” Loki almost repeated, stopping himself halfway through.

Mobius’ car was an orange Kia Soul. An old person car, in Loki’s opinion, nothing fancy that he’d expect a manager to drive. Although, it was rather surprising that Mobius had opted to drive at all.

Mobius noticed his confusion. While buckling Sylvie into her seat, he told Loki that he sometimes needs to take it out every once in a while, just to keep it running and make sure the battery doesn’t die.

When the car started to drive, Sylvie made a note: “Why doesn’t Thor have a car seat?” she asked.

“I haven’t gotten one for him yet,” Loki told her honestly.

“Oh. Then I don’t need one?”

“You absolutely need one-- Sylvie! Keep your seatbelt on!” Mobius admonished her while looking at her in the rear view mirror after he heard the click of a metal seatbelt leaving its sleeve.

Hesitantly, and perhaps with a slight defiance still tugging at her, she clicked it back into place.

Mobius and Sylvie’s apartment was probably around the same size as Loki and Thor’s, but it was very different. It was obvious that the building had been designed in the 1960’s and although it hadn’t been modernized, it had been well kept and perhaps even restored. It was obviously decorated by a thoughtful hand to be as cozy and relaxing as possible, with deep browns and burnt umber touches, with wooden accents and geometric shapes.

Loki's eyes were ripped from the beautiful decor by the amount of strange colorful substances that had been melted or stained into the carpet and the leftover scribblings which couldn’t have been scrubbed off the walls because they were either in permanent marker or in just weird spots that were hard to clean. He suddenly felt a massive sense of thankfulness and relief for having Thor as a little.

“Sorry about the toys and stuff. We tried to clean up but… it’s tough when she's three.”

There was an abandoned doll on the couch that made Loki slightly uncomfortable. Not because it was especially creepy, it wasn’t some antique porcelain monster with blank eyes, but a plastic Disney princess doll. Loki wasn’t sure which one exactly, but it definitely had been through some things with Sylvie, covered in strange marker drawings with no clothes, a stained up body, and shortened hair that had been unevenly cut with safety scissors and looked like the little girl had attempted to dye it from a platinum blonde to a dark brown, almost to mimic her own hair.

Thor also noticed the doll. “You have a dolly?!” he asked.

Sylvie ran to snatch it off the couch before Thor had the chance to pick it up. “No!” she let him know. “She is not a ‘dolly’!”

“Sylvie, why don’t we show our guests your room and you can put Rapunzel away, okay?”

“Okay! Come on.” She beckoned Thor and Loki behind her.

Her room wasn’t messy, but it did look like it had been cleaned hastily. The preschooler sort of cleaning where random objects were just sort of thrown into spots that weren’t on the floor. The room was a good size, and included a twin sized bed with detachable crib-like rails, a dresser facing it, and a wooden cubby sorter with fabric bins which wasn’t really sorting anything, a small nightstand table, and a large rocking chair. There was of course also a built-in closet, and floating shelves that housed books, and finally a large, babyish rug of a big teddy-bear on the open piece of floor that remained. It may have looked fine if it wasn’t for the bright blue walls, paired with oatmeal carpet and dated furniture that made it feel… off. The cluttered and unorganized nature didn’t help that, either.

Sylvie pulled out one of the fabric bins and showed it to Thor and Loki. “Here’s my Legos!” she told them before proudly dumping the bin onto the floor and inviting Thor to sit with her. When Loki didn’t, she also looked up at him until he did.

It was a few seconds of watching and some occasional questioning before Loki actually began to pick up Lego bricks and make his own vague creation of a non-descript thing while Sylvie made something like a dragon and Thor built a colorful, boxy, house.

“Hey kiddos, we’re gonna get ready for naptime soon,” Mobius reminded the group. “If you wanna sleep in here you’re gonna have to put those away for a while.”

“But my dragon!” Sylvie whined.

“We’ll just set him up here.” Mobius said, tapping on a nearby shelf that hadn’t been filled with things.

“Um, is there a spot where I can change Thor?” Loki asked, looking up from his abstract sculpture building, and looking awfully like the littles he was sitting with.

“Not on my dresser,” Sylvie responded before Mobius had even opened his mouth to speak.

“I think he’s a bit too tall for that spot,” Mobius let her know. “You can either do it in the bathroom or I can give you a mat to just do it on the floor here… Sorry, our place wasn’t really built with littles in mind.”

“Mine wasn’t either,” Loki told him sympathetically. “Thor? What do you think?”

“Bathroom,” the little said, in a way that suggested he didn’t really care.

Loki gave him a nod, thanked Mobius, and then took his brother and the bag into the bathroom to change him while Sylvie picked up her Legos and Mobius created a comfortable place for the preschoolers to sleep.

The bathroom was small and wasn’t quite big enough to let the little lie down, so Loki had to change him standing up. When they came back into Sylvie’s nursery room, they found Sylvie sitting on the bed, the side rails put away, while Mobius pumped up an air mattress on the floor.

“I’m not sure if that’s necessary,” Loki said.

“Sure it is! Thor deserves a nice place to rest, too.” He took the pump out, gave the mattress a pat, and then asked Thor to lay down and see what he thought.

Thor agreed that it was comfortable.

“Papa’s gotta put the bankets on, so get up!” Sylvie told him before he got too comfortable.

“And I gotta read you both a story, too, huh?”

“No, Loki reads,” Thor said.

“Thor!” Loki nearly scolded.

“Loki reads,” Sylvie agreed. “You can read an extra story to me tonight,” she told Mobius.

“What story do you want to hear?” Loki asked, almost caught off guard as Mobius put on the sheets and gave Thor some blankets.

“Um…” Sylvie got up and inspected her bookshelf with him. “This one!” she finally said, handing it to Loki.

He took a story book out of her hand and flipped through it. “Which story?”

“That one!” she said, pointing to Puss in Boots.

Loki nodded as Mobius got her to lie down, sitting at the foot of her bed while he sat on the floor between the air mattress and bed to read, so he could show off the pictures to the preschoolers easier.

Loki began, but was stopped after reaching the first line of dialogue.

“Do the voices!” Thor demanded.

“Put your pacifier in,” Loki teased. “Maybe Puss and I just sound similar,”

Mobius chuckled and scooted closer to look at the pictures.

“Ew! Papa, your butt’s in my face!” Sylvie squealed in exaggerated mock disgust.

He picked her up just a little and set her head in his lap, which was slightly better, even though she needed to curl up a little bit to fit in her tiny bed at that angle.

“I can do the voices with you,” Mobius offered.

“Yeah!” Sylvie giggled. “Papa do the voices!”

Mobius smiled as Loki put his finger under the first line of dialogue, letting the other caregiver narrate the voice of Puss while Loki did the rest, which of course made Thor and Sylvie giggle.

They were so engrossed with their caregivers doing the voices that they weren’t even asleep or even really getting droopy eyelids by the time Loki closed the story book.

“Another!” Thor whined.

“No, that’s all you get,” Loki said in a near teasing voice as he ruffled the little one’s hair.

Mobius was tucking Sylvie in as well, making sure she was all comfy. “We’re going to be right outside this door,” he said. “So don’t you try anything funny,” he poked her nose gravely as he said it, making her giggle and wiggle into her blankets.

Mobius stood up and motioned for Loki to come with him, turning on a nightlight before putting up two fingers to give Sylvie a suspicious little “I’m watching you” sort of gesture, which only served to make her laugh more.

They kept the door cracked just a little, letting some light come through from the hall as they left.

Mobius used the time to pick up some of the scattered toys in the living room and move them into various toy boxes and corners that would make the living room a temporarily usable space while Loki awkwardly stood off to the side, near their shoe rack and wondered if he had been impolite for not taking his shoes off, looking down at the stained, and possibly sticky carpet and debating if it was a risk he should take.

Mobius started making lunch in his old timey kitchen as Loki slowly and roundabout-ly asked to join him.

“You want to help me?” Mobius asked when he noticed Loki awkwardly sitting at the breakfast bar.

Loki opened his mouth but didn’t have anything to say.

“Do you cook?” Mobius asked once his fellow caregiver decided to stand up and join him in his half-open retro kitchen.

“Not really,” Loki admitted.

“Not… really…” Mobius repeated while chopping celery as if he were writing it down. “Do you know how to make a tuna sandwich?”

“I do… but how are you making it?”

Mobius smiled slightly under his mustache. “Well, we’re going to open up a couple cans of tuna,” he began, “and then I’m just gonna ask you to mix this into it,” he added, handing Loki a jar of mayonnaise from the fridge, and then his cutting board of celery.

Loki nodded and looked for a spatula or something to stir it with before Mobius handed him a large, but not remarkably so, spoon while he got out a loaf of bread and various other items of sandwich making importance.

As Loki plated the tuna on each sandwich and added some cheese and lettuce to each one, Mobius peeked his head into the darkened bedroom to check on Sylvie and Thor.

He stood outside the door, trying not to obscure the crack of light flowing in through the room as he listened outside.

Loki looked at him curiously for a moment, to which Mobius responded with a finger to his lips.

“Thor? Thor!” Sylvie whispered while sitting up in bed. She leaned over to rub the other little’s shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Quietly, she moved down onto the floor and kneeled down next to him.

Thor kicked and almost kneed her while making a little noise.

Then she said it a little louder, “Thor!”

He scrunched up his face and curled up. He mumbled something, but Sylvie was unsure what he had said.

“M... M--umma,” he said, slightly more coherently, squishing his stuffed snake into his face and biting down hard on his pacifier with a sniffle.

Sylvie sat down, getting more comfortable by his side slowly after a lot of internal debate and anxious glances at the door.

“Your mumma’s not here,” she told him quietly, petting his hair.

He made another noise.

“It’s just me. Are you having a nightmare? It’s okay. I have them too sometimes,” she said reassuringly, petting his back.

Mobius smiled as he debated opening the door more.

After giving them a few more moments, he finally did, making Sylvie scramble back as fast as she could into her little bed and pretend to be just waking up as he flicked on the light. However, she immediately gave herself away when she told Mobius about the nightmare.

Although Thor looked a little sweaty and had definitely moved around quite a bit, it wouldn’t have been obvious how extreme the nightmare was if Mobius hadn’t seen it himself or if Sylvie hadn’t mentioned it.

“Poor lil guy,” Mobius said pitifully. “Should I go get Loki?” he asked, slightly rhetorically.

Sylvie shrugged as her papa bent down to inspect the boy, make sure he was okay and whatnot before he scooped Sylvie up off the bed, making her give a little scream before planting her upright onto the floor.

“You’re gonna wake up Thor!” Mobius playfully whisper-shouted to her.

A few minutes later, Loki was called into the bedroom to wake up his brother for lunch, and more than that, to hold his brother and comfort him as he slightly squashed Loki.

“You’re fine. It was just a bad dream little one,” Loki reassured him, petting his back. “The scariest thing here is your wet nappy,” he hummed. “Mr. Mobius made us lunch and then you and Sylvie can play with some toys,” he tried, encouraging the tot to get up.

Thor nodded.

“Is he coming to eat?!” Sylvie yelled at them from the kitchen.

“Sylvie,” Mobius admonished her.

“I want seconds!”

“It’s delicious,” Loki tried hopefully. “I know you like fish.”

Thor silently nodded before standing up, still clinging to Loki anxiously.

Sylvie pretended not to see them when they came out and got their sandwiches, obviously slightly bothered that she hadn’t gotten that beloved second sandwich she had requested, but of course, once Thor began to eat, she began to talk and munch on some chips Mobius let her have instead.

“Um. We should play a game,” Sylvie suggested.

“What’re you gonna play?” Mobius asked as he took their empty plates. “Is it something me and Loki can play, too?”

“No,” she told them as if that request was entirely ridiculous, “you’re too old!”

“Well then papa and Loki are gonna have to find something else to do, then, huh?”

Sylvie paused uncomfortably. “You can watch,” she said with a shrug.

“I need to know it’ll be interesting before I commit,” Loki deadpanned boredly.

“It won’t be boring!” she defensively added. “We’re gonna play cars,” she informed him.

And play cars the littles did. Sylvie pulled a massive tub of bright orange track pieces out from under her bed, and together, the children covered the living room with intricate roads, trick shots, and obstacles of whatever other toys they could find.

Mobius and Loki sat in the kitchen together, at the same table that they had been at during lunch, as a bedroom would’ve felt much too personal, and the couch was currently occupied by a few stacks of books, orange track, and about a dozen toppled cars.

The two men clutched coffee mugs and talked as parents do while watching the littles.

After roughly fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of chatter from the children accompanied by the sound of plastic wheels on the track periodically every thirty seconds or so, sometimes followed by a light thump on the carpet, they finally stood up and ran to the table.

“Papa! Papa lookit!” Sylvie called.

“Loki! Come see! Come see!” Thor squealed, pulling his brother up from the dining chair.

Sylvie led them to a spot standing in front of the television, claiming that they’d be able to view everything from there. Then, she slotted in a car at the top, sending it through an intricate, roller coaster-like track with loops and impressive drops that both of the preschoolers were rather proud of.

Then, on one extra sharp turn, the track simply ended and fell onto the floor from an impressive six inches above the ground.

“An’ it esploded and everybody died!” she giggled.

“Oh-no!” Mobius said as if he were very concerned for the drivers of the tiny plastic cars.

Loki, on the other hand, politely smiled and clapped after the demonstration, much to Thor’s delight, as he quickly took Loki’s hand and showed his brother the parts he did.

Sylvie soon introduced some small figurine animals to the road, and a city of toys grew around it. Many of said toys, especially the buildings, were hand made out of shoeboxes and plastic containers that she had fashioned herself with marker windows and doors.

“Isn’t she crafty? Look at all those!” Mobius pointed out, proudly. “She made them all by herself.”

Loki hummed an acknowledgement.

“She looked it up on YouTube and taught herself how, I guess,” he added with a smile.

“You let her use YouTube?”

Mobius shrugged. “I’ve got the parental controls on it; I check her history.”

“So she has a phone?”

“Nah, just a tablet. --Don’t act so judgy, about it, it’s not like she’s always under five. When you have a bored tween it’s sometimes nice to give ‘em a little controlled freedom, y’know?”

Loki did not know.

Sylvie had obviously overheard this and ran up to Mobius’ side to ask if she could show Thor her games.

He thought for a minute, “how about later? We’ll save it for a rainy day, that way you’ll have tactical entertainment advantage,” he joked.

Sylvie seemed unable to understand this. “But I wanna show him!”

“And you’ll get to, just not right now. Y’know, if you’re bored we can always take Thor and Loki back home,” he hinted to her.

That scared Sylvie enough to make her wander back off to show Thor a new game she wanted to play.

The adults had a shocking amount to discuss, but they didn’t actually talk much, simply observed their little ones, listening to them and watching the game, occasionally adding their own commentaries and jokes, or giving a word of approval every now and again.

“Well, hey, what do you kids say we get out of the house?” Mobius asked as they played with the television, surfing through channels while the caregivers supervised.

Sylvie paused and looked over at him without setting down the remote. “Where?” she asked.

“Well, Loki needs to get Thor a car seat, and since we gotta drive them home, I was thinking maybe we could help him with that. You have any thoughts on that?”

Sylvie shook her head.

Loki felt as though her lack of outright rage at the concept probably meant a green light, Mobius seemed to agree.

So, Loki packed up Thor’s backpack as Mobius asked the little ones to pick up and start thinking about getting ready for a short adventure before they took Thor home.

“Daddy likes this music,” Thor commented, once Mobius started to drive. A classic rock station was on, playing various tunes from the 70’s and 80’s.

“He does?” Mobius asked back. “Well he’s got good taste.”

Sylvie begged to differ on this matter and ask they play something different.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief slightly harder than he meant to as Mobius changed the station over to a vague “happy hits” channel. The type that has a music library consisting of mostly early-2010s family friendly pop-- the typical Maroon 5 and Bruno Mars, maybe with a sprinkle of Frankie Valli or Sinatra to support their “hits of yesterday and today” claim.

This was obviously no one’s favorite, but also the type of channel no one really wanted to argue about. It was the easy stuff.

Loki and Mobius made sure their littles didn’t wander off by holding their hands, after finding a parking place near the specialty littles store.

Neither of the tots were particularly excited about being there, especially because they weren’t allowed to wander off, not realizing that their caregivers were essentially taking them to the toy aisle. They stood in place for a minute as the adults pulled out car seats and examined them, occasionally asking Thor about color or fit, often turning the box over and inspecting age ranges, weight requirements, and height limits, all of which were important when considering the boy.

Sylvie did venture off, but not entirely out of her papa’s sight, just far enough away to begin grabbing toys off endcaps a few feet away and sitting down on the floor to press the “try me” buttons in the packaging with her free hand’s thumb planted in her mouth.

Loki picked up a red car seat that had been tucked into the back. A rather large, heavy one with the age bracket listed as “2.5-6 headspace years.” This one seemed appropriate. Thor tipped the box up as Mobius pointed out the features for him.

“That one looks really nice,” the older man said. “And check that out, the back comes off,” he commented.

Thor nodded in agreement.

“How much is it?” Mobius asked.

Loki frowned looking for a bar code. “250.”

Mobius raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Loki pursed his lips and nodded conflictedly.

“That’s a really good deal! Check the safety information first. I don’t think that could even be functional.”

“How much was Sylvie’s?”

“The one we have in the car”-- which was notably smaller than this one in order to fit the shorter girl-- “ran us about 370, and her baby one was…” he whistled “700?”

“On you salary? You must be joking.”

“Nah, little car-seats run high. You’d be surprised. So grab that one because I’m not letting you leave here without it,” he patted Loki on the back before helping him stand up and rounding up the littles. “Sylvie, can you say ‘bye-bye’ to the toys?”

Sylvie seemed reluctant to put down a robotic cheetah that purred and drank from a baby bottle, looking down at the large plastic box in her hands sadly, before shifting from foot to foot and deciding to have a fit over it.

“No! I want it!”

“We’re not buying it today. Put it back,” Mobius absently replied, picking up the car seat box with a heft.

Sylvie dropped the box and kicked it before folding her arms.

“Brother,” Loki whispered, “Let’s go pay for this, hm? C’mon,” he took Thor’s hand and offered to take the car seat from Mobius.

The second Thor and Loki rounded the corner Sylvie quieted down.

Mobius assured the little girl she could get a toy once she completed her chore chart, or she’d maybe get it for her birthday.

“What is up with you?” he asked in a friendly way as he took her hand to lead her up to where Thor and Loki were checking out.

She didn’t answer, instead pursing her lips and watching ahead.

“Having a fit over a toy in a store isn’t winning you any points,” he added. “Neither is being mean. If you want approval you’re gonna have to try and be nice.”

Sylvie furrowed her brow and stared at Mobius.

“Mobius, Sylvie, do you want a candy bar?” Loki called when he saw them approaching. Two were already set down next to the large box and Loki was reaching for a third while Thor ran up to his friends, excited to spend just a little bit more time with the little and caregiver he was slowly getting closer to.

In the parking lot, while the kiddos pretended to drive the little car with no keys in the ignition, Mobius helped Loki open up the massive box and slide together the pieces, soon calling Thor over to make sure everything was adjusted properly for him.

The head of his seat nearly scraped the car ceiling, but all the same he looked and felt more comfortable than he had previously. He looked over at Sylvie who was being helped by Mobius into her seat, as he fastened her five-pointed buckle that she insisted she was too old for and absolutely did not need.

Thor didn’t mind so much, although he was slightly impatient with Loki, who was still figuring out how each latch connected to the five-point buckle by his navel, a task which looks easy to the untrained eye, but once a fussy preschooler who was bigger than you was involved, it became a rather daunting task.

Sylvie, after Loki had gotten the first two buckles in, decided she would help make it easier, by getting her hands in the way.

“You’re doing it wrong,” she commented, even though Loki had been doing it right.

Loki stopped, looked up at her for a second, waiting for her to show him otherwise, but she didn’t, instead simply grabbing at the seatbelt straps and making sure they were straight.

Loki furrowed his brows as unnoticeably as he could before clicking the final pieces into place and shutting the door.

Thor shifted and pulled lightly on the straps and played with his armrests and cup holders happily while talking to Sylvie as Mobius drove them around the western barrier of central park to return Loki and his little to their small apartment as Loki gave him directions that were quite difficult to follow. The littles of course, also got a chance to eat their candy bars, too, which ended in the way you’d expect: with Sylvie leaning forward to wipe her chocolatey fingers on her papa’s sleeve and Thor finding it funny, attempting to copy by wiping chocolate on Sylvie, and her crying about it.

“Alrighty, here we are,” Mobius commented as he parked on the curb in front of Loki’s apartment. He got out of the car with Loki and let Sylvie out of her car seat, giving her a chance to, hopefully, in his mind, say a pleasant “bye-bye!” and give Thor a hug.

Although she had the chance, Sylvie wasn’t much of a hugger, and instead let Thor speak for that one as he picked her up off the ground and crushed her just a bit.

Loki worked hard to unanchor the seat and get it out of Mobius’ car, only to take an uncomfortably long amount of time doing so and making two impatient preschoolers wait.

Luckily though, Mobius knew how to handle this. Continuing to talk with the little ones and talk with Thor about the building. “This one’s old, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Um bubba said is kinda new.”

“It’s been remodeled,” Loki agreed, finally getting the lock behind the headrest undone and taking the seat out.

“I like that it’s close to the park,” Sylvie said softly, almost as if she were afraid to speak.

“Yeah, being by the park’s always nice, isn’t it?” Mobius asked.

She nodded softly.

“Well,” Loki said, as he finally got the seat out, setting it by his feet on the curb, “it’s been wonderful seeing you both again. We had a lovely time, didn’t we, Thor?”

Thor nodded although somewhat sadly.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, champ,” Mobius reminded the little as he also pulled Sylvie away.

“See you tomorrow!” Loki yelled back, distractedly lugging the seat up the stairs into his building.

“Bye Thor!” Sylvie shouted as she watched him follow his brother through the front door.

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covdiggingdeep · 2 years

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Rose, Jonah and Elijah Siddiqui, Sherbourne Valley Allotments, Coventry. Plot taken on February 2022. Rose: I’m growing a lauki gourd, it’s an Indian vegetable apparently really good for this heat because it’s a cooling vegetable. My mother in law will know what to do with it. I’ll give her this large one then take the smaller ones! I’m attracted to more unique varieties of crops but I’ve done the standard ones as well… the broccoli did really well, I harvested that a while ago. I let two radishes go to seed so I could collect the seed for next year. There’s a lot, I think I only needed one plant. I tried to stake them but they kept toppling over! Jonah: Inside them are the seeds. Rose: You can eat the pods too if they’re new but I think they might be a bit too tough on the outside now. They’re quite spicy, my neighbour liked them. It feels like I’m slowing down now at this point in the season but I feel like I’m missing something, that I need to be doing something else ready for the next season. I’ve accumulated a lot of stuff - we got a free greenhouse but haven’t put it up yet, that’ll go right down there. It’s been really really good, I really enjoy it but the kids sometimes get bored and go over to the Food Union plot because its a lot tidier there! I come here everyday and the boys come most days. Jonah: My favourite bit about the allotment is picking the fruit. Rose: That’s Phil’s side but he lets us take all the raspberries, the bushes have been really fruitful and only just ran out. They’re sweeter when you don’t pick them too early. I was only going to do two beds to begin with but I ended up doing most of the site until I ran out of compost. I can’t believe we’ve only been here for half a year, it feels like ages. My husband doesn’t come down that much but when he does he’s always surprised at what’s new. When you’re here you don’t feel like much is getting done but when someone else comes they’re impressed. In our greenhouse we’ve got watermelon, one is pretty big. I put it in some tights - Phil said that is good to hold it up. I’ve also grown a massive cucumber which took me by surprise. Jonah: That watermelon at the back is supposed to grow two times bigger mamma says. I’ve been catching loads of crickets over there in Phil’s big bushes of dandelions and flowers. Rose: I killed one of the watermelons somehow, it was the first one I put in the tights but I’m most proud of the watermelons that worked, everyone said they were really hard to grow but because of the heat it’s been okay. It’s still messy on the plot but I wanted to figure out the growing side this year then when it gets to autumn onwards I can do other things properly and make it look neater. I compare to other plots all the time - it’s a good thing because it makes me think things are achievable. It’s nice to know it can get to that if you put the effort in. Jonah: Can I get a rhubarb for porridge tomorrow? Rose: Yes, you can. I do some homeschooling here if it’s to do with growing. We do maths and english at home. Anything hands on we do here. He likes to plant things and he likes to harvest things. Next year when we get that side Jonah said he wants one section so he can grow asparagus. I’ll let him figure that one out. In terms of home-ed, growing things is essential now I think. A lot of the time you don’t think you’re home-edding you are really - everything is learning. When we go to Sainsbury’s they do the shop and see the price of things. Now, because we have a courgette plant, he sees we need 90 per plant to make it worthwhile over the year compared to how much compost we’ve been buying! Hopefully next year we’ll save more money. I feel bad if I don’t come here everyday but now I don’t see myself ever going on holiday - I can’t leave! I’ve learnt a lot in a short spaces of time. I keep saying to everyone that I still don’t know a lot but I also know so much. It’s crazy they don’t teach half of this stuff at school because it’s so interesting. When you have different sessions about tinctures and getting the jewellers loupe out and looking at the flowers properly, there’s so much detail in nature. It’s awesome. My approach is different now to what it was six months ago when I first arrived. When I first took it on I wanted to teach myself and teach the kids but at that time it was just about growing veg. The environment that you’re in here, everyone has the same mindset and is really generous with their time and sharing crops. It sounds cheesy but you find an extended family and they get you. You’re not as wasteful. Advice I would give would be to enjoy the space and not get too overwhelmed. A lot of plots aren’t in the condition where you can plant straightaway, you have to get rid of a lot of things and prep things. I used to read a lot and watch a lot of videos but then you can give yourself too much information. Understand a few crops within a season they’re supposed to be growing. Put that in, once it’s established, go on to the next thing. I recently saw on Instagram a site called Foraged Fibres where they take the bindweed or nettle vines and turn them into cordage to make baskets and stuff. That might be the next thing we do with the kids. There’s so much that’s here that you can turn into something else. Next year I’m taking on that plot too. I think Phil was just sussing me out to see if I had the commitment. He’s so awesome, he’s so funny and really good with the kids. We were harvesting some rhubarb and he gave some of his when he asked Jonah what he would make with it. Jonah said some crumble and we went home and made some and bought some for Phil the next day. Phil loved it then gave him a Nigel Slater book to encourage his interests. Jonah: I’d been told about rhubarb crumble for a while and I wanted to make it to see how it tastes. Usually rhubarb is quite sour but with the amount of sugar and how you boil it - when you eat the rhubarb in the bite of the crumble it tastes different. It tastes better. My favourite bit of the plot is up there - things harvest quicker up there and there are interesting plants. You see these plants here that look a bit like lily pads, they’re called nasturtiums, they’re a bit peppery when you bite them and they’re a good companion with these flowers. It’s good with lettuce and radish pods and bean pods.

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voidspacecowboy · 2 years

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God, so many people hate this ending. It kind of makes me laugh, how divisive it ended up — I’m pretty proud of if, honestly. I wanted to write a book that made people feel things. I sure as heck succeeded, judging by some of the responses I’ve had to the epilogue in particular.

I think it’s pretty clear that none of what happens is a betrayal of Fox’s memory, in any way. Cat doesn’t love James. She isn’t marrying him for her own needs; she’s being far more selfless than anyone has the right to expect of her, and doing what’s best for the country she loves. Because James was raised in a literal prison and his mother is very tired, and while all of them might be traumatised as heck, Cat is probably the best equipped person to make sure Anglya rises from the ashes her father left behind. The only person watching that wedding thinking that Cat will one day love James is James himself, and bless that boy for his optimism.

In the editing process, there was a fair amount of discussion over whether to even have an epilogue or not. I was always pretty insistent on it, even when I was told that people might prefer things to end on Fox’s death and the bad guys getting caught and then make up their own minds on Cat’s future from there. But to me, the story wasn’t quite finished yet.

That’s one of the most fascinating things for me, about a story that ends in the aftermath of destruction. Usually, even if there are losses, there is a victory being celebrated. There is hope. The darkness has ended, and we get to close out on the story with the light peeking over the horizon.

But we don’t get to see the scars that darkness leaves. We don’t get to see the messy clean-up, the mourning, the moment where everyone looks around at the scraps of the life they had once known and has to figure out where the hell to go from there. Those things are not a happy ending, they don’t leave people feeling good. We love a Happily Ever After, even if it’s an unconventional one. We want to end on a positive note.

Not me~

Actually, that’s a lie. I still feel like the epilogue is a positive note. Sure, it might be tough to imagine Cat marrying a man she doesn’t love, but she’s doing it of her own choice. She’s stepping up to take her future with both hands, making the adult choice that she has always known she would have to make, and I think it says a whole lot about her character that we get to see her doing that.

When I first started thinking of the Tellus series as a series rather than an individual book, I knew I wanted it to be standalone stories set in the same world — the concept I was going on was the idea that each story was following a moment of history being made in the timeline of the world of Tellus itself. I love the idea that ordinary people making a handful of bold choices can totally change the course of an entire society, and I wanted to explore that. And Cat’s bold choices are not done until after she marries James. Her moment of making history does not end with her shutting down the government and their mecha-child army — it ends with her choosing to take the crown and become the queen that Anglya so desperately needs at that time. To end it without that epilogue felt like doing her a disservice, and that’s why I kept it in, even if it makes some people mad. Sorry not sorry.

So there we are, at the end of Take Back the Skies. It’s been a wild ride for me, and a lot of fun, even if there have been sections I would love to take the red editing pen to and just totally tear to pieces and re-structure. I don’t think it’s bad, I just think it’s different to what I’d do now — isn’t that what you’d hope for, as an author? Growth?

I’d love to hear any of your final thoughts on the book, and tomorrow we’ll be heading straight into the first two chapters of The Almost King. I hope you’re ready to enjoy all the poor choices of my disaster child Aleks Vasin. There are many.

#TellusReadAlong

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milazka · 3 years

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not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose.

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her.

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare.

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins.

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched.

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget.

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance.

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious.

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash.

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt.

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?”

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm.

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?”

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well.

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?”

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.”

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,”

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine.

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds. She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him.

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him.

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl.

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?”

“Uh no, should I have?”

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?”

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question.

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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taglist; @cognacdelights @ellegotohell @janedartist

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dahbeez · 3 years

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1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.”

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–"

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind

#prompt list #prompts #fluff #fluffy prompts #fanfic prompts #fanfiction

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cower-before-power · 3 years

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Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel....cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

“You’re upset with me,” he says, and you finally turn to face him. He’s out of his uniform and only in a pair of dark sweatpants; your favourite look. You have a strong urge to run to him and bury yourself in his chest. You stay put.

“No not at you, per say,” you run your hands through your hair, taking out the style you’d coaxed it into earlier. “Just at life, I guess. Things are always crazy around here, but they seem to be getting even wilder and it just makes it even harder for us to spend quality time together.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

You sigh, tugging at the straps of your dress. “I know, I know. I’m just in a mood today, I guess. I was really looking forward to going out, and when you texted me, I just felt, I don’t know, shuffled aside.”

He stays quiet, face unreadable. It’s unusual and quite frankly rather unsettling. You feel guilt suddenly bubble hotly in your stomach.

“I mean, it’s fine! What you were doing was very important! Yuuji needs all the training he can get, poor boy. Plus, Megumi and Nobara miss you, they’ve noticed you haven’t been around a lot and they probably just wanted to see you be proud of them, even if they’ll never admit it. I’m being silly, I mean, who cares if we missed the reservation, the students and their training is definitely more important than going out with me-“

Your words die on your lips as you find yourself suddenly pressed flush against the chest you were just admiring moments earlier. You blink and gasp-bright blue eyes are staring intently down into yours. It always stuns you momentarily to see them. They are like sapphires; not only beautiful in shine and hue, but rare and precious. They only show up when he’s feeling particularly loving and mushy, or the very limited occasions when he gets serious.

You have a feeling it’s the latter.

“What have I told you about being too kind, angel?” He scolds you, shaking his head as he cups your face in his large, warm hands. “Just come out and say I’m the asshole here.”

“But-“

“Hush now,” his voice grows stern, the tone he uses when he’s got you at his mercy. You obey on instinct, snapping your lips shut. “I shouldn’t have stayed so long at school, and I definitely shouldn’t have assumed that cancelling would be okay without asking. I’ve never, ever wanted you to feel like you’re playing second string, and I’ve gone and done just that.”

You frown. “I don’t feel like that all the time, please don’t think I-“

“Once is one time too many,” he interrupts. His fingers smooth over your skin, stroking the frown from your face. “I clearly fucked up. I let my angel, my reason to live, my sweet darling thief who stole my heart, down.”

(You feel warm. So he is feeling mushy as well as serious.)

He replaces his fingers with his lips, featherlight brushes over your skin that make your knees begin to wobble. “It’s okay,” you breathe, eyes slipping shut so he can kiss your eyelids gently. “You didn’t mean to.”

He laughs. “Sweetness, you are shit at being mad at someone. This is the part where you call me a prick and make me grovel for forgiveness.”

“You’ve never groveled in your life,” you hum. The irritation you’d been feeling earlier is melting away under his gentle ministrations. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He sometimes forgets the two of you didn’t always operate on the same wavelength. He sometimes forgets that everyone didn’t operate on his wavelength.

“Another exception I’d make for you,” he nibbles at your bottom lip, and you can’t help but chase him, trying to catch him in a proper kiss. He just laughs and sweeps a thumb over where he’s just nipped. “I’ll even get on my knees.”

The image of the worlds most powerful shaman on his knees before you sends a shiver up your spine. And the perceptive bastard doesn’t miss it. He pulls away, peeling himself from your body with a sticky slowness that causes the air around you to heat and thicken. He sinks to his knees before you, palms upturned in perfect piety.

“Oh goddess divine, please accept my humble apologies,” the words drip from his lips like a sacred prayer. “I have displeased you, and I seek to make amends.”

“Only you could apologize and make fun of someone at the same time,” you murmer, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who only wishes to repent for his sins,” he grins lazily up at you, and his upturned hands are suddenly on your legs, beneath your dress. His thumbs begin to rub circles on your inner thighs. Time stops; your next breath lodges in your throat.

“Tell me what I must do,” his voice is smooth like the silk of his blindfold, slipping over you. He leans in and presses a kiss just above your right knee. His mouth is hot against your skin.

“Ummmm....” you try to speak, but nothing comes out but a choked whimper.

“I’m waiting very patiently,” another kiss, this time slightly higher. Your brain begins to malfunction. You open and close your mouth, trying to get the words out, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his warm breath and deft hands. Nothing but crystalline blue darkened with hunger. Nothing but need beginning to boil in your blood.

“I’ll just have to decide the form of atonement myself,” he murmurs, skimming his nose along your inner thigh. His hands slowly slide up your legs, your dress is coming up with them....

And then you both hear it.

The loud grumbling of your very empty belly.

He pulls back and blinks up at you. You stare back, mouth open. And then you both burst into raucous laughter.

“What a mood killer,” he grins, sitting back on his heels. “I’ve never been cockblocked by your stomach before.”

“Sorry!” You rub the offending area, still giggling. “I guess in all my stewing I forgot I was hungry.”

He’s on his feet in a flash. “Well we can’t have you starve on me, can we, sweetness? I know, how about I cook for us?”

Your eyes light up. Gojo is an excellent cook, but he rarely does it due to his busy and exhausting schedule. And his bad habit of filling up on sweets. “Really?”

“Sure,” he’s already across the room, throwing on a shirt and his blindfold. “Tell you what, you go have a nice hot soak in the tub while I cook. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and something from my extra secret sweets stash to tide you over till I’m done.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something from the secret stash? I’m honoured.”

He grins. “Another exception for my angel.” He suddenly claps his hands together. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll play hookey! Go to Tokyo for the whole day, and I’ll spoil the absolute shit out of you. The kids can survive a day without us.”

“You already spoil me,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll just be happy to spend a whole day just us.”

“No arguments!” He wags his finger. “I will drop mad cash on you and you will enjoy it.”

“Ugh you are such a dork,” you roll your eyes, but your heart fills with love for this silly man. You know he really is sorry and is trying to make it up to you. He’s an idiot on occasions, but he’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You make to move towards the bathroom, but the lingering feel of his touch on your skin reminds you.

“Hey, what happens after the bath and food?”

Before you can blink, he’s back in front of you, gathering you against him. His smile is absolutely feral, and you can feel his smouldering gaze even through the black fabric now covering his eyes.

And his lips are descending on yours, hot and hungry. He licks into your mouth, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape. There’s nothing left but him. His touch, his taste, his scent. He is everywhere, in every sweep and valley of your body, in every corner of your pounding heart. He consumes you like fire consumes a forest, and you are happy to burn, burn, burn.

All too soon he pulls away, and you are left empty. Bereft. Lost. But he leans back in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dark with reverent desire.

“I’ll worship at the altar of my divine goddess until my penance is paid a hundred fold.”

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spinningintheshadows · 2 years

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Song Lyric Prompts, Vol 3

There is a playlist of these songs in order here

“If I knew from the start would it change a thing?”

“You don’t have the time to not make time”

“There’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you”

“You used to make me feel like I could walk on water but now most nights I’m just sinking”

“So go to hell and tell the devil I’m not that far behind”

“I’m trying to keep from going insane, ain’t that the way of this whole damn thing”

“For a minute, I was stone cold sober”

“I wish I could still call you friend”

“I know I deserve what you’re putting me through”

“I’ve been trying hard not lose my breath ever since you left”

“Where did you lose your happiness?”

“You’re the thing that I can’t quit”

“Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat”

“Tell me it’s okay to be happy now”

“I was born but I wasn’t raised”

“I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again”

“Five best friends on four bald tires”

“Even if I knew you’d be the one that got away, I’d still go back and get you”

“Tell me who you were falling for when we were lying on the floor”

“All the greats die young, that’s probably why I’m still alive”

“I never thought we’d make it out”

“I wish we could live here all the time”

“I know that you’re in pain but if we die at the same time, does it still scare you”

“I don’t want to leave this bar until I get your number”

“All that I know is that I just can’t say no to you, funny how things never change”

“I was young and horny.”

“I’d kill for one more way to tell you how you make me better every day”

“How did we end up talking in the first place”

“The weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up”

“There’s a lot more color in the mix when you’re loud and proud out in the sticks”

“Faking smiles and confidence”

“Fight the break of dawn, come tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll be gone”

“Why do I get myself into something I’m not ready for”

“I’d be lying if I tried telling you that you’re not everything that I want”

“It’s bittersweet I can still count on you for something”

“I see you when I close my eyes. I see you like I did that night”

“Tomorrow isn’t promised if the planet falls apart”

“If we get sober, we’ll never get old until we die”

“The tears from your eyes are leaving stains on your shirt, man”

“I ignore all the warning signs, fall for you every time”

“If I think you’re for real, I’m in denial”

“I’m just trying not to lose my shit this time”

“You don’t want to be friends, you’re just horny and fucked up at two am in the morning”

“I’m still young, wasting my youth. I’ll grow up next summer”

“With a full moon and a shitty mood”

“Everything gets fuzzy when you come around”

“I’ll be fine even though I’m not always right”

“We haven’t got time to be putting out fires we didn’t start”

“When you touch me I know there is purpose in my life”

“Maybe someone will save us before we drown”

#writing prompt list #song prompts #i might write some of these #lyric prompts #prompt list #writing prompt #writing prompts #song lyric prompts

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toastedkiwi · 3 years

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Professor

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader, Wife!Reader

You had transferred to your husband’s university that he works at a couple weeks ago. You even managed to get into one of his advanced classes. He’s pretty proud of you and he loves seeing you sitting next to this redhead whose become one of your friends. You aren’t the greatest at making friends and he’s very happy that you found someone other than his friends. His are complete maniacs and you’re the youngest in the group. You had just turned 21 and Bucky’s 30. His friends are all around the same age or older.

You met Bucky when you were just 19. Your ex best friend dragged you to a club you didn’t want to go to and weren’t legally allowed in. She made you wear a tight dress and heels. She straight up left you at the club after ten minutes of meeting a guy and insulting you. This guy grabbed your ass which made things worse. He tried taking you home but this blue eyed man swooped in while his buddy Sam just flirts so hard with the guy while Maria, his now wife, watches from a foot away.

“There’s a party tonight,” Natasha said as the two of you sit down. “Wanna come?”

“Can’t. Got a hot date tonight,” you said knowing that Bucky overheard you as he starts writing on the white board.

“With who?” She asked.

“This guy named Luka. He’s really sweet,” you said.

Bucky smirks knowing you and him are going to have a fun time picking up after the 6 month old tonight. You and him have planned to have a nice movie night in with Luka and Alpine the cat. He honestly cannot wait. It’s the highlight of his week and he always looks forward to it.

“Does he go here?” Natasha asked.

“No, he’s actually a New York firefighter,” you said since the six month old loves the plastic helmet that his Uncle Sam got him.

“Damn, what are you even doing here when you could be with the firefighter right now?!” Wanda asked from a row behind.

“I sadly cannot fail this class,” you said.

“If only Professor Barnes—,” Natasha said glaring daggers at the back of your husband’s head.

“Glaring at me won’t change the F you got your freshmen year, Ms. Romanoff,” Bucky said loud enough for everyone in the lecture room.

“You could’ve given me a C!” Natasha sassed back.

He spins around and said pointing at her, “you didn’t show up to class. Don’t be a bad influence on the transfer student.”

Natasha scoffs crossing her arms over her chest while you giggled. Bucky obviously flashed a smile at you and you grinned wider. The two redheads quickly noticed at how fast he favors you. Bucky easily starts class as the last student sits down.

“You should be careful. Professor Barnes is married,” Wanda said as you, her, and Natasha walk through the campus courtyard.

“I know,” you said and you can’t help but smile.

“Don’t even try with that DEMON of a human being,” Natasha warned. “He’s absolutely terrible.”

“You’re just mad that you have to retake this class,” Wanda said. “Also, Y/n has a hot firefighter boyfriend.”

“I’m pretty sure Professor Barnes is not that bad,” you said.

“Awww, you’re so innocent,” Natasha mocked.

You rolled your eyes thinking if she only knew. You haven’t said anything about being married to the professor to anyone except the university’s dean of students. You just want a pretty normal college life besides the fact that you’re married and have a kid with a man nine years older than you.

“Ignore her,” Wanda said. “But we’ll see ya next class.”

“Bye,” you said splitting from the two.

You head straight to the parking lot where Bucky parks his precious Audi Rs7. You try opening the passenger door but you forgot to get the keys from your husband. He usually gives you them as you make sure to be the last to leave and so he can kiss you without watchful eyes but Nat and Wanda got you to leave before you got the car keys.

Twenty minutes later, your husband comes with the keys spinning on his finger and his briefcase. He gives you a cheeky smile.

“You can drive, dollface,” Bucky said tossing you the keys.

You catch them and unlock the car. You go to the trunk with Bucky. You open it up. You put in your backpack and he puts in his briefcase. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh, I called the jewelers before my first class,” Bucky said as you both went to your separate sides.

“What did they say?” You asked.

“Your ring will be done tomorrow and we can pick it up,” he said with a smile.

You grinned and got into the car. Bucky slides in and closes his door. You close yours and adjust your seat. You both buckle in. You start the car.

“I liked how you used our son as your excuse to not go to a frat party,” he said.

“He’s a great excuse. I would’ve said you but I don’t know how Nat would react to me being married to the professor she hates most,” you said backing out of the parking space.

Bucky chuckles pulling out his phone and said, “she’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know about that, James,” you said biting your lower lip.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. She’s a pain in my ass but she’ll stick around you,” Bucky said as you drive off. “Wanda will too. If not, you’re stuck with me and the boys.”

“Oh Jesus,” you said.

~~~next week

You carry Luka into the lecture room and you’re the first one in besides Bucky. Luka is not feeling too great and you couldn’t leave him at the daycare. Bucky left in an Uber before you due to two of his classes starting before your two of the day. Luckily, you got Bucky’s class first and know that he’ll let his little man into the class without hesitation. It’s quite a perk to be married to your professor.

“Hey..,” Bucky said and he’s immediately concerned seeing Luka in your arms.

“They wouldn’t let him into daycare,” you said softly. “He’s got a cold.”

Bucky takes his whimpering boy out of your arms holding him against his chest. He rubs his back.

“Why don’t you sit up in front today with my little man?” Bucky suggested. “You’d be closer to the door.”

“That was my plan,” you said quietly. “Are you staying longer today?”

“Nah, I don’t need to but I can take Bubba back to my office until you finish up your class with Banner,” Bucky said. “So that we can all go home together.”

“Fine by me. I brought extra clothes and tons of diapers in case as well as formula,” you said.

“Alright, I’ll let you go sit down with Lu,” Bucky said.

He tries giving you Luka back but he just cries. Bucky holds him back against his chest. He cooed at his little one.

“I brought the carrier,” you said smirking.

“You better pull it out, darling,” he said.

Soon enough, Luka is strapped to Bucky’s chest, you got your kiss from your husband, and you’ve planted yourself at the end of the first row. You’ve pulled out your notebook and pens, highlighters, and mechanical pencils. You took out your phone and get a picture of Bucky with Luka. Your backpack along with the diaper bag is under table.

Classmates start coming in. Wanda and Natasha stroll in as well.

“Who’s baby did you steal?” Natasha asked as Bucky is writing on the board.

“First of all, that’s kidnapping and I have better morals than that,” Bucky said looking at the two redheads. “Secondly, why steal a baby when I can make my own with my wife?”

“Oh my god, disgusting!” Natasha said racing up the stairs in the middle to her regular spot.

You laughed along with others in the room. Wanda goes up the set of stairs nearest the door and slides into the swivel chair next to you.

“That’s sparkly,” Wanda said pointing to the ring on your ring finger.

“I know,” you said grinning.

“When’s the big day?” She asked.

“Why are you sitting over there?!” Natasha asked.

“It’s near the nearest exit,” you said.

Natasha groans and picks her stuff back up. She heads over to the two of you and sits next to Wanda.

“So, When is the big day?” Wanda asked.

“Already? You’re so young and innocent,” Natasha said.

“Ladies,” Bucky said sarcastically. “I’d like to start my class unless you have more pressing matters.”

“Sorry, Professor,” you said and he gives you smile.

“Alright, I have a special guest with me, my son Luka. He’s just six months old if you’re curious and no, I didn’t steal him,” Bucky said to the class. “Hopefully, we’ll get through the lesson with little to no disturbances from him.”

Natasha and Wanda turned to you immediately as your husband proceeds with the lesson. You ignore their looks even though you find it quite amusing.

Once the class gets dismissed, you take your time packing up. Wanda and Natasha sit and turn to you. Bucky comes over without hesitation. There’s no point in hiding it any longer.

“Do you have the diaper bag?” Bucky asked. “Luka took a shit and I’m scared it’s the explosive one.”

“Yeah, I got it,” you said standing up putting your backpack on and grabbing the diaper bag.

“Seriously? This whole time?” Natasha asked.

Bucky takes the diaper bag and said, “yeah.”

He gives you a quick kiss before heading off.

“Wow,” Wanda said.

#bucky barnes x wife!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #professor au #college au #professor!barnes x reader #professor!bucky barnes x student!reader #dad!bucky #dad!bucky barnes #fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic

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closetedbumblebee · 3 years

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White Wedding (Addison Montgomery x Female Reader)

Weddings are supposed to be full of love, happiness and gratitude. A wonderful celebration of two souls coming together as one. Today was one of those days. Callie and Arizona were finally and officially tying the knot.

It was supposed to be a happy celebration all round; all the happy couples loved up, attending the wedding together. Meredith and Derek, Christina and Teddy, Owen and Amelia, Richard and Catherine, among others showed their support for the sweetest couple who were currently reciting their vows.

You sat alone in the third row from the front, extremely proud of your friends. You were smiling from ear to ear as they each walked down the aisle. You knew their story like the back of your hand, and couldn’t contain the happiness you felt when Callie and Arizona finally came through for the other, especially after the accident. They had come so far.

You felt a pang of sadness, taking a look around the room at all the couples. You wished your girlfriend, Addison was here with you, but she had to fly back to LA after Sofia’s delivery. You barely spent enough time together as it is, both of you living in separate cities, leading separate lives. You did, however have a relatively strong and healthy relationship, taking the time to have long phone calls, FaceTime, and send as many text messages as you could. You tried to sneak weekends away to LA, also.

But, things felt strained for the last few months, and you both felt the need to remedy that.

The last time you and Addison saw each other was during her stay, which was 4 days long. You hadn’t seen each other for five weeks, and you could tell the strain was getting to you. But, you both pushed those feelings down to focus on your friends. After all, you were both doctors.

When you did catch up, you and Addison had a slight argument the night before she was set to jet out of Seattle. You sort of made up, but you hadn’t really spoken since, just the odd text and call here and there.

You reminisced…

“Honey, I really want to stay longer, but I can’t. I’ve got patients to get back to and-“, Addison said sadly.

“We’ve barely seen each other for weeks on end, and when we do, you suddenly have to rush off again. I get that you have a new life now and I respect that. Of course I do, but where the fuck do we fit in?! When you took the job in LA, we promised we’d make each other a priority regardless of whatever happened. You only fly back to Seattle when Richard needs you. I’m busting my butt every other week, rearranging schedules, going out of my way to see you. Because guess what, Addison? I love you! Clearly you don’t love me enough, otherwise you’d be making some sacrifices” you snapped.

Addison was taken aback. You had never seen her look so sad and upset. You just missed her so much, and wanted to be with her. You instantly felt guilty for snapping because you didn’t mean to go that far and before she could say anything, you jumped in again.

“Shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just miss you so much. You know that. I’m so so sorry”, you said, equally sad as you reached for her hand.

“We’ll, I’m not going to say that didn’t hurt, because it did. But I understand. I guess it was deserved. I’m sorry too, sweetheart. I’m gonna do better, I promise”, she said.

You held each other tight, “I love you”, you said in unison.

Addison was about to say something else when -

Her watch beeped, reminding of her flight and you drove her back to the airport where you shared one last kiss.

It wasn’t the way you wanted to make up, but it was a start.

Upon arriving back in LA, she texted immediately.

‘I’m back. I won’t say back home, because it isn’t home. Never has, never will be. My home is with you. FaceTime with me tomorrow? I love you baby xxxxx’, she texted

“Me too, my love. I most certainly will. I’m so sorry again. I love you too xxxx”, you replied.

Things improved between the two of you over the next four weeks, before she told you she couldn’t attend the wedding…

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to be there, but I just can’t get away”, she said, evidentially disappointed.

“Oh…okay. It’s fine. I can try and film it for you. It’s not going to be the same without you. I love you”. You were sad, but you didn’t want to push her.

……………..

Drawing you from your thoughts, you noticed the last of the guests arriving before the brides made their voyage down the aisle.

“Excuse me, beautiful, is this seat taken?”, you heard a voice say.

You thought you were dreaming. It couldn’t be. You looked up, to see a familiar, beautiful face smiling sweetly at you.

“Addison?!”, you shrieked

You both started crying as she pulled you up into her arms, holding you tightly.

“Surprise”, she whispered huskily into your ear.

“What are you doing here?! I thought you couldn’t come”, you cried.

“I couldn’t bear being away from you anymore”, she said, smiling through tears.

You kissed her with everything you had, before she pulled back.

“I mean it. I’m miserable in LA. I can’t stand it there. So, I’m coming home - for good”, she said.

You didn’t exactly comprehend what she said at first, but then gasped in delight, wrapping her up in your arms. Looking around, your friends were watching you both, all clearly happy for you.

You and Addison still had a lot to talk about, but right now, you put it to the side when Callie and Arizona appeared….

Everyone cried during the vow exchange, and you and Addison shared sweet, knowing looks, never letting go of each other’s hands.

…………..

At the reception, everyone gathered around Arizona and Callie as they had their first dance as a married couple.

Addison wrapped her arms around you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder as you watched the happy couple. You hugged her arms, and she reached around to peck you on the lips. You two couldn’t get enough of each other.

When it came time for other couples to join the dance floor, you and Addison wasted no time walking hand in hand to the floor. At this point, everyone was in their own worlds, all content and happy, buzzing from the day’s events, while you and Addison were completely wrapped up in your own little bubble.

“So….”, she said, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you swayed to Shania Twain’s ‘You’ve Got a Way’.

“So…”, you repeated.

She jumped right into it.

“I’ve missed you, my love. I really have. You are everything to me. I’m so sorry for making you feel otherwise. I shouldn’t have been neglecting us”, she said softly, her eyes not leaving yours.

“Addie, hey… No, please. I’m sorry - I had no right to go off at you. I should’ve been more understanding. You uprooted your life and that’s a huge deal; because you’re a big deal, babe. I thought about what I said to you that night, and it was completely unfair, way out of line, in fact.. I was just projecting my feelings onto you. I was so scared that by you moving would have jeopardised our relationship without thinking about anything else. It was me, I was selfish”, you said, sheepishly.

“In other words, you thought I’d cheat on you. That’s it, isn’t it?”, she asked.

You felt tears in your eyes. Blinking them back, you smiled sadly and nodded.

“Come on now, you know I would never, ever, do that to you”, she said.

“I know. I…know. I just should've been more supportive of you. I know what this opportunity meant to you”, you said, your tone apologetic.

“It’s not all on you, okay. I realised I was working longer hours, and I turned my back on us because I was so overwhelmed with all of it, and avoided you, because I think deep down, I was scared too. I was afraid of hurting you, and was terrified the long distance wouldn't work at first. So, I can see how you must’ve felt that way”, Addison said, gently touching your face.

You looked into her eyes, to see the tears shimmering like white diamonds.

“Baby…”, you said.

“Being away from you, not being able to see you, or hold you, or kiss you, made me realise that you, that what we have, is worth more to me than any job. So I told Naomi I quit, called Richard, and he offered me a new job”, Addison smiled.

“Oh, Addie, that’s great!”, you said gleefully.

“Yes, yes it is. But, the best part is that I am now Grey Sloan’s Chief of Neo-Natal Surgery. I’m officially the boss now, baby. You know what that means. This is going to be so good for us!”, Addie said.

You were crying softly and gently touched her face. You knew what this meant; Addison being in charge of her own specialty, back on home soil meant everything to her. She was determined to fight for her relationship with you, so being the boss meant she could make her own rules and schedule. But, not only that, she deserved that title; worked hard for it her whole life; and you were determined to fight to the ends of the earth for her.

It hit you then that she was really back.

“You’re home?!”, you asked, almost in shock.

“Mm-hmm. I’m home, baby”, she beamed.

“No more messing around, no more arguments. This is it - you and me. No more turning back. I want to fight for us”, she continued.

“I want to fight for us too”, you said back.

You smiled brightly at each other, feeling more connected and more in love than ever.

She was just about to kiss you when you heard the clinking of champagne glasses, as Callie’s father, Mr Torres called for a toast.

“Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate my beautiful daughter, Calliope and her wonderful new wife, Arizona on their special day today. These two have gone through hell and back to be together. I have never felt prouder of my little girl, than I do today. I look around the room, and see it filled with such love. It’s a really beautiful thing. Real, true love is a once in a lifetime feeling, so if you’ve found it, hold onto it with both hands and never let it go, because it’s one crazy ride. Ladies, I congratulate you both on overcoming your obstacles and finding your way to each other. I love you both so much, my dear daughters. To Callie and Arizona!”, Mr Torres exclaimed, full of pride.

“To Callie and Arizona!”, everyone said.

The newlyweds kissed, before turning their attention to the wedding cake.

You and Addison watched the whole exchange, extremely proud of your friends, grateful to be a part of their special, historic day; however, deep down, you both pictured this day of your own, in your not so distant future.

Addison and you shared a look, and you both just knew. This was the path you wanted to take.

“Forever and always, Addie”, you said, winking at her.

“Forever and always, Y/N”, she repeated, clutching your hand, bringing it to her lips.

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