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crownedbyluke · 3 years

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Long Road Ahead (Chapter 16)

Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?

Word Count: 2,527

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four}{Chapter Five} {Chapter Six} {Chapter Seven} {Chapter Eight} {Chapter Nine} {Chapter Ten} {Chapter Eleven} {Chapter Twelve} {Chapter Thirteen} {Chapter Fourteen} {Chapter Fifteen}

“Dad?” I asked, utterly shocked at the mess that was unfolding before my very eyes.

“What? No acknowledging me?” the familiar voice asked.

I looked just slightly to the left of my father, the familiar face of my brother Wesley came into view. He clearly hadn’t shaved in at least a month with his scraggly half shadow of a beard. It had been at least two years since I had seen him and now, seeing him again, made me want to scream.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Ashton had his hand on the small of my back, trying his best to comfort me. It felt like everyone in the house was watching me, like I was living my life out on a television screen.

��You remember your betrothed,” my dad said, gesturing to the man standing behind Wes.

My heart stopped. A commitment that I had never agreed to and yet, here was my father bringing it back to haunt me. Aiden Harper. He had certainly gotten taller since we were in middle school. The likelihood of him being less of a giant idiot though was probably very small.

“Aiden,” I whispered, still in shock.

“Who the hell is he Estelle?” Luke asked, voice full of anger.

I met his eyes, finding the storm of hurt and rage swirling in them. It took everything in my body to not just run over to him. There were more eyes on us than I wanted for a conversation like that.

“Oh, I suspect she didn’t inform you. This is the man she is intended to marry in two years time,” my dad said.

Luke clenched his fist. I felt the anger radiating off of him from the stairs. Before anyone got into a fight, I stepped down from the stairs and stood between the two.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Well darling daughter, you seem to think that I can’t stop you from seeing this man child over there, so I’ve come to prove you wrong,” he said with a smile.

It was the same smile I had seen my entire life. One of manipulation and dishonesty.

“How?” I continued.

“You see, your friends here, well, they sometimes do great work at covering up their partying or their general misuse of their fame, but myself and my contacts are more clever than their publicist. I have a multitude of photos and videos of them misbehaving that would surely ruin any chance they had at making another album,” he said, the smile widening.

“You’re lying,” Ashton said from behind me.

“Oh son, you wish I was don’t you? Doubt you’d like that threesome video from your Vegas trip a year ago to get out,” my dad said, gritting his teeth.

I felt the whole room tense. This was serious and it was happening right in front of my face. There were stories of how my dad would manipulate people into what he wanted, but I had never seen it happen. Some of them felt more fabricated than reality would allow. Yet, it was reality and he was doing everything he could to stop me.

“What do you want?” I asked, biting back tears.

It was no longer a question of what I had to do. I’d do it to protect them. Ashton reached for me again, but I moved away. It was my battle now.

“You’ll be coming home with me right now. You can move into your new house in August and you’ll stay in your tiny little apartment until then. You will no longer speak to these children or be seen with them in the media. Oh and you’ll be seen with Aiden getting engaged next week,” he said.

My eyes went wide. Engaged? It meant giving away my entire life to a person who would most likely cheat on me the first chance he got.

“Elle, you don’t-”

“Fine. If I do this, you leave them alone?” I asked, cutting off Calum.

“Yes.”

“You will never threaten them or harm them?” I pressed.

“I promise,” my dad said.

“Fine. I’ll get my stuff,” I said, turning around and marching up the stairs.

The tears fell down my face as I reached the landing. I was defeated, hurt, and exhausted. All I cared about was protecting them from him. There were footsteps following after me as I opened the door to my room.

“Don’t do this,” Luke said, a waiver in his voice.

I looked up, seeing the tears in his own eyes that matched mine.

“If I don’t, you lose your dream,” I said, grabbing the clothes from the closet.

“We can fight this, make it through this,” he argued.

“No we can’t Luke! If he has that kind of stuff on Ashton, what do you think he has on you or Cal? I won’t let you guys be collateral damage!” I said.

“Little dove-”

“Don’t. Please don’t.”

I stopped, balling my fists into the pair of shorts in my hands. That nickname meant so much to me. Luke called me it for the first time after he heard me sing and then he kept using it whenever he was saying something nice or being sweet. It was just our thing. He wrapped his arms around me, taking the shorts out of my hands. His short breaths gave away the fact that he was crying too. We were so close to that happiness I wanted and it was all going away.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

He pulled away, pressing his lips against mine shortly before resting his forehead on mine.

“Don’t walk out the door,” he begged.

“I have to or else everything you worked so hard for gets ripped from you by that man and I won’t be able to live with myself if that happens,” I said.

My hands rested on his cheeks, gently running my finger against the stubble growing. This was it. My lips touched his one last time before I went back to grabbing my things.

“Bugs, you don’t have to do this on your own,” Ashton said from the doorway.

“Yes I do. You’ll do amazing on the next album,” I said, wiping at my tears.

“What am I gonna do without you?” he whimpered.

“I don’t know, but you’ll figure it out.”

He hugged me tightly, putting every last ounce of love into it.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, holding on so I didn’t have to let go.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

After my things were tucked into the suitcase, I gave my last round of hugs. The sound of us all walking down the stairs felt wrong. Everything was wrong. I stopped just short of the door, turning and meeting everyone’s watery eyes.

“I am so incredibly sorry for this,” I said, the weight of the apology heavy on my heart.

“Save it dear. They can watch the wedding online,” my dad said, pulling on my arm to get me moving.

“Don’t touch her!” Luke yelled.

Everyone stopped again. Things felt like they were going in slow motion.

“You might be her father, but you will never be her dad. No dad would put his children through this,” he said, voice laced with venom.

My father smiled at him, letting my arm go. Wesley took my suitcase and nudged Aiden to lead me out of the house. Luke stood there, waiting, but all my father did was smile. Aiden closed the car door after I got in, making me watch Luke stand there as we drove away. Every piece of my heart shattered as I watched him fall to his knees in tears. Timing was a bitch.

TWO MONTHS LATER

LUKE’S POV

“Luke! Come on dude!” Calum yelled from outside my room.

I had yet to leave my bed and it was already 5 PM. He came by every day to check on me and almost every day, he found me still in bed.

“Go away!” I yelled back.

Getting out of bed never felt right or even remotely okay. Since Estelle left, nothing felt right anymore. Everyday was just a different way of going through the motions, barely existing.

“You gotta get out of bed today,” Calum said, bursting through the door.

“Why? We don’t have anything to do,” I said, tucking my face into my pillows.

“Maybe, but you haven’t left the house in two months and it’s time you did,” he said, opening the curtains.

The bright sunshine of L.A. hurt my eyes. Petunia licked my face as she saw the sun. The look Calum gave me felt like one from my mom when I was younger.

“If I get up, will you leave me alone for the rest of the week?” I asked, slowly sitting up.

“Sure,” he said.

I knew he was lying from the smile on his face. My feet dragged as I went to the bathroom. Another routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair gone. When I came back out, Calum was holding up new clothes.

“Why?”

“We are going out so put on something that isn’t sweatpants,” he said.

I groaned, taking the jeans and button up from him.

“You realize I’m not bringing anyone home right?”

“Yes Luke. Just shut up and get dressed.”

Legs went through the jeans and arms went through the shirt. It was a facade as to the pain that I felt every single day I woke up and remembered I couldn’t be with my person. Calum messed with my hair and patted my back, ushering me out of the house.

“Be a good girl piggy!” I yelled before Calum closed the door.

My phone dinged.

Mentioned: @Luke5SOS when is there gonna be new music?

The muscles in my face relaxed. No tweets from her...again.

ESTELLE’S POV

The setting sun was blinding through the windows of the cafe. Everyone was going about their evenings, enjoying their coffees or teas. A familiar face tucked underneath a hoodie and a baseball hat walked in, the sun behind him making him glow like an angel.

“One black coffee please,” he said softly.

Stress from the week of teaching melted away as I listened to him. My iced vanilla latte swirled as I stirred it carefully. The chair squeaked against the tile as he sat down. I met the hazel eyes staring at me.

“Hey bugs,” he whispered, taking a sip of coffee.

“Hi there stranger,” I said, a smile slowly coming out.

“How’s life?” he asked.

“Shitty. I miss you guys,” I said.

Our hands touched, the slightest bit of relief washed over me. It felt nice to be able to see him again. The weeks we weren’t able to do this seemed to drag on longer than most. It wasn’t easy to forget about the friends I was no longer allowed to see. The moments I had made me feel more guilty than anything else. He turned his palm over, gently squeezing my hand.

“We miss you too, bugs,” he said.

I wanted so badly to ask about Luke, but knew it would hurt more than I was prepared for. Ashton squeezed again.

“He’s doing his best,” he said.

Tears welled up in my eyes. If Luke was okay then surely, I should be too.

“How are the kids?” he continued, pulling away.

“Good. They’re still excited about school and spritely,” I said with a shrug.

“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Holding up. I have to be seen with Aiden once a week so I keep my distance as long as possible until our scheduled outings. He goes around sleeping with women in the off time and pretends to be the perfect fiancé in the meantime. Guess that’s life now.”

“I wish it wasn’t that way,” he said, slightly angry.

“Ash, you know I don’t have that much of a choice,” I argued.

“I know, but I hate it. I hate that you can’t come over or see us or come to shows. I hate that we have to tell everyone that we aren’t friends anymore. You’re my best friend and I have to hide you.”

“I should go,” I whispered, suddenly no longer feeling up for talking.

“Bugs, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, I should go. I’ve got grading and lesson plans,” I said, cutting him off.

Without looking, I walked out of the cafe. The pain took over once I closed my car door as it always did after seeing Ashton. The relics of the past hurt more and more and when I attempted to go back to normal or confront them, I ended up crying in my car. The amount of times I had driven past Luke’s place just to see if a light was on was ridiculous at this point. My phone screen lit up with a text, my background of me and Luke bringing on more tears.

Aida: Miss you. Drinks on Friday?

I ignored it, opting for driving home instead. The drive went by like it always did. My house was empty and lonely. Another thing that was meant to be something else. The exhaustion of the day wore on me as I collapsed into the couch cushions, sleep slowly taking over.

The pounding on my front door woke me from the nap I was taking. I groggily got up from the couch and made my way to it, peeking through the window.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” I asked, finding a very drunk Luke and Calum.

“Estelle!” Luke cheered, a giant smile on his face.

“Again, what are you doing here?” I repeated.

“I might have given your address to the Uber driver on accident,” Calum admitted.

“Get in here,” I groaned.

They shuffled inside behind me. I checked the door to see if any of the press had followed them. Calum fell onto the couch, giggling as he did so. Luke kept staring at me.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he mumbled.

“Shush,” I said, helping him into the guest bedroom.

He giggled as I tucked him in. I put a glass of water on the side table for him in case he woke up. As I went to turn off the light, he grabbed my hand.

“I missed you little dove,” he whispered.

His eyes were sincere and it broke every piece of my heart. Luke fell asleep shortly after speaking, his face becoming relaxed and serene. It reminded me of the first time he ever stayed the night at my place. He had slept so soundly that night that he was asleep until one in the afternoon. My heart ached as I looked at him.

“He still loves you Elle,” Calum said from the doorway.

I walked towards the door, shutting off the light as I exited and closing the door behind me.

“I love him too. Now please go rest in the upstairs guest room,” I said with a sigh.

Calum stumbled his way up the stairs before closing the door. My head fell into my hands, frustration building. The morning couldn’t come fast enough.

A.N: It’s been ages and I feel horrible for leaving this on such a cliffhanger for so long, but I want to finish this story. It’s almost done. It’s mainly all written and it’s time Estelle and Luke get their story told. So here we go.

tag loves: @tommossoccer @bbycal @cakesunflower

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Three Days ~ 84

~*~Sebastian~*~

I have loved every moment we've been in Paris. Everything we've done, everything we've seen. All of it. But nothing more than the last five minutes. This was perfect. This was us. This was how it’s supposed to work. I knew what was going on with Emma and I went around her defenses the way she does my anxiety. I told her a story (true) about me to make sure she knew it was alright to be her and I understood. At first, she looked annoyed but I saw the change. My change in tone and what I said had triggered something.

Emma licked her lips slowly, like I do when considering, then started to smile, "Thank you. I knew what I was doing, but hadn't put it all together. You're right it doesn't feel like my choice, but it is always my choice. The rest is bullshit." She leaned closer and I closed the distance to kiss her. "I love you, Bastian."

I sat back, flagging down the waiter with flutes of champagne and handing one to Emma. I waved my finger back and forth between us, "So this is two people pushing and supporting each other."

She sat back with the same smug look I was feeling, "I think so. Growing together.” We laughed for a moment. "Sorry, I was being difficult."

I shook my head, remembering my session with Celie. "Even if this is the best we get, we're going to be just fine." I took her hand and brought it to my mouth. "I love you." I kissed her hand and laid it on the table, like every other time we've sat together.

A few minutes later Jessica and Gian came off the dance floor, "Are we interrupting?"

This tells me Jessica noticed the intensity of our conversation. "Nope, have a seat." I leaned onto the table. "Dancing is so much more fun before you watch other people and hope you don't look as spastic and uncoordinated."

Jessica reached over the table, laying her hand on my forearm, "Sebastian, I promise you did look just as spastic and uncoordinated."

We shared a car back to the hotel. Emma invited them to go along on our private tour of Montmartre, which I was on board with. I ran by the concierge desk with the update before joining the other three in the elevator where Jessica and Emma had planned our day. We'd join them in their room for coffee and leave from there. Us coming to them gave them a chance to show off their daughter. I’m good with that too. I'd like to play with a little girl.

I'm not around a lot of kids. My friends aren't replicating yet. I need to go to Emma's classroom soon. She has a little herd of them that aren't sick or sad, like a lot of the charity visits I do. It's very rewarding but difficult. A group of healthy happy kids would be fun.

Emma led the way into the bedroom. "Sebastian, would you come undo my dress?"

"Yes," couldn’t have been said fast enough. I took great joy unlacing her dress. Something was exciting about pulling the long strings one by one. Watching them slide through the grommets and along my fingers. I got a nice rhythm going.

On closer look, her hair wasn't a single braid but several coming together from different directions, some tighter than others. It hung going over one shoulder. "I love your hair like this." I kissed her neck on the side her hair wasn't. "Can I take it down?"

"Whatever you prefer." She glanced over her shoulder at me. "If I say no will I be forbidden to blow you?"

"That would be self-defeating." I slid her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground.

I undid her hair much slower than I had her dress. I removed the band holding the three braids together then chose the middle one. I ran my fingers through the silky strands from underneath. I buried my face in her hair enjoying the smell and softness against my skin. I pressed my hips against her so she could feel what all this unlacing had done to me. Her bare shoulder was a perfect place to rub my beard. "Do I need to go shave so you'll let me go down on you?"

Emma snorted a laugh, "No. I like the feel of your beard on my stomach."

I kissed up her neck to her ear and whispered, "Not your inner thigh?"

She turned, draping an arm over my shoulder, her other hand on my chest. "I can't remember."

"Well, I'll have to give it a try and see what you think."

~*~*~*~

The next morning, I awoke first. Blondish hair spilled from her pillow onto mine. I was all too aware tomorrow would be the last day I'd wake up like this for a long time. Historically, filming days are long and I collapse as soon as I'm back to my room. During the day I'm focused on work or relaxing with my co-workers.

Which means mornings are going to suck.

I stayed put and soaked it all in. Emma looked over as soon as she woke up. A smile was forming while she rolled toward me. I lifted my arm to welcome her, moving to my side and holding her lightly. "Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning." She kissed my chest where her head laid. "Been awake long?"

"Not so much." I snuggled in closer. "Enjoying the view. You're beautiful in the morning."

She tilted her face up to meet my eyes, "Thank you. When don't you think I'm beautiful?"

I pretended to think, "Never."

"Te iubesc, Sebasti-an." "Te iubesc, Emiliana."

We started the day as we'd ended last night, naked and slightly breathless. While catching my breath I looked over with a sigh, "It's going to be a good day."

Emma rolled to her stomach, propped on her elbows. "Thank you again for bringing me."

The last thing Emma needed to do was thank me. That said, the simple appreciation was a nice change. It's a little shocking how often those words aren't spoken. I don’t keep track. I only notice when there's a consistent lack of them.

"You're welcome again." I kissed her nose, "Shower?"

Emma gasped, "Is that an invitation?"

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Sure."

"Yes, it's an invitation."

Reality smacked me after our shower when Emma dried off her shower supplies and put them in their leak-proof bag. I felt a twisting in my stomach, which must have shown on my face. Emma pressed her towel covered body against mine, "If I pack now, we can just enjoy tomorrow."

"Was I pouting?"

She shook her head, "You looked like I feel about it."

"Somehow that helps." Our laughter was tinged with something less than humor.

Emma did a lot of things to make tomorrow morning about us. She curled her hair, so she could easily pull it up. She laid out her clothes for the plane, so she could pack the rest. And she packed all the bathroom stuff except what she'd need in the morning. It wasn't like I couldn't bring her anything she left behind.

I hope she forgets something.

I was ready before her and headed into the sitting room. I settled on the couch to get into the app she'd installed. I didn't go into “Things for Sebastian”. That's not what I needed. I created a page and titled it, "Things for Emma"

1. I love you

2. You are beautiful. Inside and out.

3. I miss you

4. I crave the touch of your fingers

5. And your lips

6. I need to make a page for dirty thoughts

7. In a room full of people I can feel you near

8. It pisses me off when you won't let me rip something off you.

9. I appreciate how kind you are to my mom.

10. Your dad still kinda scares me.

Ten was my goal for the morning.

Jessica and Gian were closer to ready than they lead us to believe they would be. They had a nanny for the fifteen-month-old daughter Giulietta, but they liked to handle the morning routine and breakfast. Jessica let us in and ran back to the bedroom pointing us in the direction of Gian. He was sitting at the table supervising a toddler eating berries, yoghurt, and pieces of a croissant. Giulietta immediately stopped eating and shifted her attention to us. She held out her little pudgy arm pointing at me and said, "Da!"

My eyebrows shot up, "I don't think so, but you are cute."

Gian interpreted, "Every male is a Da."

Giulietta held her arms up to me, "Up, Da."

I looked at her real Da, "This ok?"

"Yes, she's sturdy. You won’t break her."

Emma groaned, "She’s a sweet little princess."

I picked her up, holding her in front of me to talk, "Hi Giulietta. Can you say Hi, Seb?"

Gian said, "Give him a kiss."

She landed a very wet open-mouthed kiss on my cheek. "Ah, thank you." I brought her closer and kissed her cheek, without all the slobber.

Giulietta smacked her hands on either side of my face repeatedly, laughing with every sound and face I made. It became a game where I poked her and she laughed then she pulled or poked something on my face, the only place she could reach, and laughed at my response. Her giggling was precious, even more so when she got the hiccups.

Emma had sat down, Gian having poured her a cup of coffee, and Emma eating the same berries and croissant. I sat down with the baby standing and bouncing on my lap. I turned my head, opening my mouth, encouraging Emma to share her food with me. A few bites in and the little girl decided she wanted in on the action. She reached for Emma and left me.

I lost Emma too.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and talked with Gian about the tour. Cheese, wine, and bakery items while on a walking tour of Montmartre complete with museums and shopping before dropping us off at a cafe for a proper lunch. Although I’m sure Emma will continue with cheese and wine.

An overly cheery and overly expressive voice came from my left. Not talking to me, but about me. "Listen to that mean man, Giulietta. Making fun of me for my love of cheese. He's just afraid I love cheese more than him, which I do not. Or maybe he's afraid I'm going to steal all the baby kisses. She snuggled into Giulietta’s neck and started saying, "nom, nom, nom." More little girl laughter filled the air. This time ending with her wrapping her arms around Emma's head while Emma blew raspberries on her belly.

The fun ended with a recognizable sound followed by a less than pleasant smell. I backed away, Gian grimaced and apologized. Emma laughed, "What did you did, Guilietta? What did you do?" Gian started to stand, Emma shook her head, "Stay put. Where are her diapers?"

"There's a diaper bag by the couch."

I smiled at Gian, "You didn't fight that offer."

Gian snickered, "Never turn down an offer to change a diaper that smells like that."

Jessica joined us, noticing the missing people, "What have you two done?"

We both looked innocent. "Nothing."

I added, "Emma had her when the problem occurred."

Jessica teasingly pulled her husband’s ear, "You dumped our shitty baby on a new friend."

From the other room, Emma called out, "The best conversations happen during diaper changes." Emma came back into the room, holding her hands above her head, helping balance her as she tried to walk. "Who is that Giulietta?"

"Mama mama."

Jessica glowed looking at her daughter, "That's my baby girl."

She picked her up and hugged her, "You've been flirting with a boy then made him jealous by leaving him for another."

I snorted, "Not jealous of the diaper explosion."

"Baby wipes clean up everything." Emma looked at Jessica, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Jessica pointed. Emma left the door open while she washed her hands and she and Jessica kept talking, "You did that fast. You have younger siblings."

"Two little sisters and a niece. Olivia was out of diapers before I got there. We took turns with Harper." She joined us back at the table, "My sister had a tough delivery ending in an emergency C- section. I took care of Katie for the first couple of weeks. It’s crazy how formula goes in and toxic waste comes out."

"Fun fact." I raised a finger, "I've never changed a diaper."

"When we're old you can change mine."

I made a face, "I've got you by eight years. I think you'll be first with that duty."

Gian looked at us then his wife, "This has gone in a weird direction."

I snorted, "Usually does." This weird direction was courtesy of neither of us going near the baby thing. We’d discussed not discussing it.

Jessica handed the baby to the nanny and we headed to Montmartre. Our guide, Elodie, met us at the foot of the hill. Oh fuck, the way she looked at me. She not only knew who I was, she liked it.

Elodie was a good tour guide. She knew the history of the area, fast-tracked us through museums, and pointed out interesting shops. We stopped at several local eateries for a glass of wine or bite to eat then on to the next place. Emma enjoyed the cheese most, Jessica the macaroons, and Sian and I the wine. I held Emma's hand as we walked. Elodie would stop and turn to talk. And flirt. At one of our shopping stops Emma and Jessica came back from the bathroom right as Elodie laughed and put her hand on my arm. Both women looked at me and rolled their eyes. On our way to the next stop Emma leaned closer, "She flirts with you with me standing right here."

I nodded, "I noticed." She wasn't acting upset, but I thought it best to ask. "Are you pissed?"

She screwed up her face, "No. Do you think if you flirted back a little I could get some extra cheese? Maybe an off the tour place that can’t pay to be included?"

Jessica leaned over. "We'd appreciate wine."

I looked at them in turn, "You're trading me for cheese and wine?"

"They have really good cheese here."

Jessica just nodded.

Next shop when Elodie found her way to me for a little more flirting, I put my hand on hers that was on my arm and asked about any place off the beaten path that we shouldn't miss.

Elodie smiled, "We're contracted for certain establishments."

"I know, but you've seen what we like. Maybe a smaller place that’s delicious, but can’t afford to be on a tour." I leaned closer and whispered, "I'd appreciate it."

"I’ll try to think of a place."

"Thank you." I kissed her cheek, patted her hand, and walked to Emma. Smiling.

Emma pursed her lips try to look disapproving but started smiling. "That wasn't you’re A-game, but it's going to work."

"Cheese isn't worthy of my A-game."

Her smile turned a little evil, "What’s worthy of your A-game?"

"Separating you from your panties." I took her hand and led her outside.

Fifteen minutes later we were at a small store you wouldn’t find if you didn’t know it was there. All of us were happy. Jessica and Gian bought three bottles of wine. Emma nearly had an orgasm over a cheese, which made me happy. Elodie was happy when she said goodbye to us outside the cafe and I took a picture hugging her.

There'd been a lot of walking between cheese and wine stops. By design, we were supposed to be a little high as we shopped and still hungry at the cafe. We were. It was a fun meal with lots of laughter. Jessica had no lack of stories from filming and press for “The Martian”.

I only thought how Emma wouldn't be here for lunch tomorrow about a dozen times.

Our tour didn't include Sacré-Cœur. It was easy enough without a guide. We headed that direction after lunch. The street we walked down led past a small square with a big wall covered in words.

Jessica pointed, “The I Love You wall." She went in that direction. "I think there's over a hundred languages. You two need to find Romanian."

There wasn't a crowd of people. It was a polite tourist spot with people taking it in turns to take pictures near their language. We stood back and I quickly found the words. Jessica had found the Italian version. We traded phones for pictures. Romantic, coupley, tourist bullshit pictures. It was great.

The view of the city from Sacré-Cœur was beautiful. A little down from the crowd we sat on a wall overlooking the city. Gian and Jessica decided it was time for them to head back. We were going to walk amongst the artists. Emma got up to hug them goodbye then climbed back on the wall with me. The quiet moment enjoying the view was interrupted by my text notification. I was going to ignore it, but something told me to check. I nudged Emma to show her the picture Jessica had sent. They'd paused as they left to take a picture of us on the wall. My arm was around Emma's waist, her head was on my shoulder, and I was kissing her head. "I fucking love this."

"Me too." She kissed me. "This is what I want to post. Will you ask Jessica if it's ok?"

"Sure." I forwarded the picture to Emma before texting Jessica. She didn’t care.

I sat there watching Emma type out the caption, but still went to the app when my notification went off. She'd framed where we were on the bottom right and the Eiffel Tower was top left. It was a very sweet picture. I wanted to post it too, but if I did we’d have to evacuate the area. I wasn’t ready to leave.

Emma captioned it, "Beautiful view with my love."

I tapped the little red heart and commented, "Paris is for lovers."

Almost quicker than me Amy had commented, "You're in Paris? When will you be back?"

She responded, "Tomorrow night. 🙁”

I pulled her into a tight hug, "I'm proud of you."

She looked like I felt when she said the same thing to me. "This feels better. You were right."

I tangled our fingers, "I know you pretty well."

We kissed again and she whispered, "I love you, Bastian."

I put my hand on her face, "I love you, beautiful girl."

Emma found a watercolor of a window at Mont Saint Michel with purple flowers. I was told they were Wisteria. She negotiated the price, somehow paying more than he'd asked, telling him the extra was for the feelings it evoked. He rolled it into a thick cardboard tube that would travel well. He suggested unrolling it at the hotel until we were ready to travel.

Sunset was nearing. Our last in Paris. I'd researched this and knew the winding road to head down. The sunset against the buildings would open to a bigger view over the city. The area was crowded. I led her to a building to lean against. In the afterglow I picked up her hand, kissing it, "Do you want to play a game?"

Her eyes lit up, "A game. On our last night?"

"It will be perfect."

"What kind of game do you have in mind?"

"You seem tense. Like you could use a good massage." I shook my head, "Well, a mediocre massage but a happy ending."

I wasn’t sure if she was giving me the I love you smile or something dirty. Either worked. "Sounds fun."

I nodded, "Do you want me or a new massage therapist?"

"Neither. I want you, but neutral. Well placed kissed are good."

I nodded, "I got it."

"We're not sleeping tonight, are we?"

"Probably not."

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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 5

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

A/N: It really warms my heart to see people reblogging and liking my work. I’m starting a taglist. If you want to be on the taglist, just ask me. 🥰This is the first part of their date. Hope you enjoy xx

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: There are mentions of birth, but nothing too serious. Does that need a warning?

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‘Tiki, do you think this is too much?’ I look at myself in the long mirror. I’m back at my apartment. I have showered, I have shaved and now I’m checking myself out. This is the fourth outfit I threw on. Since John usually sees me in pretty casual outfits, this looks overdressed. It’s not my regular pair of jeans with a shirt, or a skirt with a blouse of a dress paired with white sneakers.

I’m wearing a black off the shoulder dress, that flaunts my small waist and gives me a nice hourglass figure. I slip on some black high heels. I’m wearing a silver necklace with three diamonds, one that my mom gave me and I put on a rose gold ring.

‘Tiki, I’m so nervous,’ I say to my labradoodle. I take a few steps closer to the mirror and check out my light pink eyeshadow and the red lipstick. ‘Should I wear earrings?’ I ask her.

She barks.

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ I put in some small diamond earrings, since I don’t want to show off too much. I look at the clock. ‘Shit,’ I yelp, ‘it’s already seven thirty five, I bet he is there already.’

I grab my black clutch and check if I have my phone and wallet with me. ‘Okay, sweetie,’ I say to Tiki, ‘I’ll be back later tonight.’

Tiki rushes to the couch and curls up on her pillow. I scratch her behind her ears and grab my keys. I close the door behind me and walk down the hall. The elevator trip seems like it’s taking its bloody time, but when I hear the ping, the doors slide open. I step out of the elevator and see that there are the usual people in the lobby: the concierge, the two old men who meet here every night to play poker, to escape their wives and a woman who likes to read here.

But my eyes fall on John right away. He looks so handsome. He is wearing a black suit, with a white blouse underneath it and a thin black tie. Though I have seen him like this a lot when he first came to the cafe, I’ll never get tired of this. His hair is pushed back and I notice that his beard looks nicely trimmed.

He stands up, straightens his tie and closes his jacket. While I walk towards him, a smile appears on his face. He holds out his hand and when I take it, he presses a kiss on my knuckles, almost making me faint. ‘Darcie, you are exceptionally beautiful.’

My cheeks start to burn up. ‘Thank you, John. You look really good yourself.’

He holds onto my hand, while we walk to the exit. Hugo opens the door and says: ‘Miss Angel, sir, have fun tonight.’

‘Thank you, Hugo,’ I say with a smile.

I see John’s Mustang and I squeeze his hand. ‘Your car is really quite something,’ I say. ‘My dad is going to freak out when he hears that I’ve been a passenger in a Ford Mustang Boss 429.’

John chuckles and opens the door for me. It’s a shame that I have to let go of his hand, but the night is young and it was a big step for us, knowing our pace. After he closes my door, he walks around the car and gets in. He looks to the side, before he starts the car.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘You look pretty,’ he says. He starts to car and drives off to the restaurant. His fingers tap on the steering wheel. Is he nervous too? Is this his nervous tick? Am I making him nervous?

John stops the car in front of the restaurant and he says: ‘Wait here.’ He gets out of the car and I see a valet boy walking up my door to open it, but mid step he stops. John opens my door himself and smiles.

I knew this dress was too much, because I’m afraid that when I get out, I might flash someone and though I’m wearing a decent pair of underwear, I don’t think that is a good idea this early on during our date.

As a matter of fact, I don’t think that is a good idea at all, no matter how far into a sort of relationship John and I get.

He must sense my discomfort and takes off his jacket. God, his arms look really good in white. He holds the jacket as some sort of curtain in front of me.

I can get out easily, without worrying and pull down my dress. ‘That was very romantic, John.’

He chuckles. He closes the car door behind me and puts his jacket back on. We walk inside and he holds out his hand. I hesitate for a second, but then I place my hand in his.

The waiter looks up and asks under what name we made reservations. ‘Wick,’ John says in a low voice. It’s so weird to think that this man, who looks kind of intimidating now, talks in such a high and sweet way to my dog.

‘Mr. and Mrs. Wick, follow me,’ the young man says and I send John a look.

He simply squeezes my hand. I wonder if he minds. We walk to our table and I can’t believe we’re sitting next to a window, looking over New York City. John pulls out my chair and after I take a seat, he sits across from me.

He orders a bottle of wine, telling me it’s the finest.

‘This is amazing,’ I say with a smile. ‘You come here often?’

John shakes his head. ‘No, rarely.’

I have to ask. ‘Did you mind? When that guy said Mr. and Mrs. Wick.’

John shakes his head, a tight lipped smile forming on his face. ‘No, I don’t.’ He must sense my other question. ‘It has been five years, Darcie and I’m ready to move on,’ he continues. ‘With you.’

I blush and I thank the universe that the lights are dim. ‘You barely know me,’ I say. ‘I might disappoint.’

‘You won’t.’ He sounds so confident. He asks what I want to order, but it all sounds the same and I have no idea what to order. Guess I’m not as fancy as I want to give myself credit for.

‘I don’t know,’ I mumble.

‘You have any allergies?’ he asks me.

I shake my head. ‘I just don’t like beans, that’s all.’

‘Do you trust me?’

‘That’s a deep question for a first date, John.’

John laughs. ‘Let me rephrase: do you trust me with ordering something for you?’

I smile. ‘Yes, I do.’

When the waiter brings us our wine, he orders something and I hope John is right and that I like it. But knowing him, I bet he knows exactly what I like.

I have no idea what to say now. ‘I don’t know what I should say,’ I admit. God, you stupid cow, you don’t say that! Apparently I can’t shut up, because I say: ‘I barely go on dates.’

He smiles. ‘Tell me something interesting then,’ he says. ‘For example… What were you like growing up?’

I chuckle. ‘Pretty timid,’ I answer. ‘I was mostly by myself during the week, except during the weekends. My parents worked and still work, quite a lot. They have a law firm, I bet you know it, their faces are plastered around Times Square. Law Firm Angel & Moon.’

‘Your parents are the Christian Angel and Somi Moon?’ John asks in disbelieve.

‘They are.’

His eyes widen. ‘Well, now you say it, I can actually see it. You look a lot like your mother.’

‘I get that a lot.’

‘But a lot alone during the weeks?’ John sips his wine.

I nod. ‘I was pretty much on my own or I was at Jennie’s place, the girl who works in the kitchen. Long black braids, always looked sightly annoyed.’

‘Right, so you’ve been friends for quite some time then.’

‘Since kindergarten, so twenty five years, something like that.’

John tilts his head. ‘That must make you twenty nine then?’

‘Close, I’m thirty. My birthday is March 21st. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking.’

‘I don’t mind,’ John says. ‘But guess.’

‘No, I can’t do that. I always manage to hurt someones feelings. Just say it, John.’ I take a sip of my wine and it tastes really amazing. It puts all the other wine I’ve ever drank to shame.

‘Fifty.’

I choke on my wine. I start to cough and have tears in my eyes, causing me to gain the attention from other people in the restaurant. ‘Goodness gracious, John. How on earth are you fifty? What is your skincare routine? Who does your botox?’

John chuckles. ‘I don’t have a skincare routine nor someone who does my botox.’

‘You don’t have a skincare routine?’ I ask. ‘That is so unfair. I pay hundreds of dollars every month, so my skin can look like this and you don’t do anything and you look like that? How are you real?’

‘I don’t look that good, Darcie.’

I scoff. ‘You are insanely handsome. You look so good already, imagine if you had a skincare routine.’

John looks a little bit shy and lets out his giggle, that I’ve come to love. ‘You are adorable, Darcie.’

⟢⟡⟣

During dinner we’ve managed to get to the deep stuff—you know, that hurts and normally you don’t want to talk about, but somehow you just get there. ‘Helen and I never really thought about kids. She had the diagnose chronic fatigue when we met and on top of that, she was already a little older like me. We decided that maybe one day, we might foster.’

John looks so sad and I place my hand on his. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper.

He turns his hand, so he can hold mine. His thumb plays with my fingers and he sends me a soft smile.

‘Do you eventually want them?’

He shrugs. ‘I don’t know, never really gave that a good thought after she passed. Do you want kids?’

Now it’s my turn to shrug. ‘I mean, theoretically, I would and my friends and I have dibs on baby names already, but there is one part that scares the shit out of me. Like, that whole pregnancy thing, I don’t mind. The part where you take care of the kid, I mean, a little scary, but okay, I can deal that. But giving birth…’ I shiver.

John holds in a laughter, or at least, he tries, but fails miserable. He brings his hand to his lips, to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

‘Yeah, you can laugh at me all you want. When I was I think about eighteen, my mom was obsessed with this weird birthing program and forced me to watch it with her. I mean, it can be beautiful and it’s all part of life, it still scared the shit out of me.’

‘I can tell by your eyes that you’re serious.’

‘I am!’ I shake my head, looking at the view outside. ‘Why does it have to be so scary and painful? You can tear down there. After you did the baby delivery thing, you have to push out that placenta thing, that looks absolutely disgusting, leaving me wondering why on earth people would voluntarily eat that. And then there was this one time, where a woman just dislocated her pelvis. Why does that have to happen?’

‘I’m no expert, Darcie,’ John says with a smile. ‘Wish I’d known, but unfortunately I can’t tell you.’

I chuckle. ‘So, I’m always thinking that I’m more the type to foster older kids anyway. I think babies are scary.’

‘They barely do anything.’

‘Exactly, it’s boring and they’re so fragile. What if I break them?’ I take a sip of my wine. ‘Leave it to me to break a baby. Besides, I’m still young, who needs to think about kids anyway?’

John nods. ‘You look like the type that would foster an older kid,’ he admits. ‘I mean, you and those high school boys really get along. How come they always visit your cafe?’

‘I think about two weeks after the cafe opened, they were staring through the window. I walked outside and asked them if they wanted to come on. They just shook their heads, causing me to laugh at them and say: ‘You know, it doesn’t really hurt anyone to eat and drink sweet stuff in a pink cafe. If kids of your school ever ask, my lips are sealed.”. Somehow that convinced them and now they come by at least every other day. They always act so tough, but they are sweethearts. One time I overheard them talking about anxiety and how to deal with them. Though they can act like idiots, they are sweet. That Roger kid, who always jokes around, he is a real funny kid. Recently they found me on Instagram and Roger continues to leave comments, but there is one that literally kills every time I think about it.’

I grab my phone and look it up. ‘So, this kid legit says: “I’m almost seventeen, miss Angel. One year closer of being legal and one year closer to forever being together”.’ I snort.

John laughs. ‘I like that kid,’ he says. ‘Yesterday, he actually asked me what I did to get that much attention from you. I told him it was the beard.’

‘Oh my God, I bet I’ll keep hearing about the progress of his beard.’

‘Did you answer him?’

‘Huh?’

‘On the Instagram.’

‘The Instagram. It’s just Instagram, John.’ I chuckle, causing him to blush. I look through my comments and say: ‘I told him: “You stay in school and find a nice girl there, or I’ll spit in your coffee”.’

‘I love how you just joke around with those kids.’ He leans back against his chair.

‘Are you on the Instagram, John?’

‘You’re not going to let that go, aren’t you?’

I laugh, shaking my head. ‘No, it genuinely shows how old you are. But I bet you’re not on Instagram.’

‘I’m not,’ he says. ‘But since you’re on it, I think I should join.’

‘Only to follow me?’

‘Yeah, I don’t care about other people.’

I hold out my phone. ‘Here, check it out on my phone.’

John nods and scrolls through my account. He has a smile on his face and clicks on one. ‘Tiki is adorable,’ he says, showing me the picture of my lovely dog I posted a few weeks ago. ‘How did you come up with the name Tiki?’

‘I don’t want to say.’

‘You should. I’m curious.’

I know I’m going to tell him anyway, so I say: ‘When I broke up with Eric, I was binge watching tons of series. I rewatched Sailor Moon, movies from when I was younger. But then I stumbled on something new, for kids nowadays. Miraculous, tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Long story short, she has an akuma, that helps her transform into a superhero and the name of that akuma was Tiki. And I loved that name. So yeah, that’s the embarrassing story about how I named my dog.’

John has a smile on his face. ‘I love the name Tiki,’ he says. He continues to scroll through my account. ‘You are so beautiful, Darcie.’

‘Stop it,’ I chuckle, while covering my cheeks with my hand.

He gives me my phone back. ‘I won’t,’ he says. ‘Because it’s true.’

I barely give him a response. Eric was such a shitty boyfriend, never a romantic gesture, never telling me how beautiful I looked, even if I really tried hard to look good for him. And here I am sitting with a guy like John, who looks like he does and keeps giving me compliments.

‘Darcie, not only are you breathtaking, you are the kindest woman and it shows. The way you look at people, the way you give them all of your attention when taking their order. You light up the room with your smile. You managed to show this angry guy,’—he places his hand on his chest—‘that the world isn’t too bad.’

‘Damn it, John,’ I say, before clearing my throat, hoping to prevent myself from crying.

‘Don’t cry,’ he soothes. ‘Really, Darcie, you are amazing and every compliment I give you, is sincere. You are truly one of a kind.’

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Sweet on You pt 2

Hey everyone here is Part Two of my “Sweet on you” series. I’ve decided on 5 parts total but they’re gonna be big chapters so get ready. I would have posted this sooner but my mom got married yesterday and the last few days have been nothing short of hell. Enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: A morning meeting with The Avengers on your birthday after they return home from a mission in Miami.

Words: 2,694 (It’s only gonna get bigger from here but I’ll try to keep it as close to this length as possible in the future!)

Ratings: PG 13 (Language)

Warnings: Language. Otherwise all fluff and a little bit of self doubt.

Again no Beta so the mistakes are mine! Thanks for reading! Tag list is open just send me an ask or comment!

Part Two: Of Muffins and Toilet Paper

“Running late, running late! Excuse me! Please move!”

Your requests came out muffled snaps at the random coworkers strung about The Tower’s lobby. It was seven fifty in the morning and you were juggling three bags of freshly baked pastries, eight cups of hot beverages, and a clipboard with the meeting’s notes on it from Pepper. Your car keys were hanging out of your mouth as you raced to catch an elevator without spilling your drinks and giving yourself third degree burns.

“Thank you!” You managed to get out once the elevator closed and started climbing floors, your coworkers only smiling and nodding in understanding. You usually were never this behind. You had prepped your pastries the night before, chilling the batter so you just had to bake them this morning. You had your outfit picked out and knew how you would wear your hair and makeup.

All of that went out the window when Steve decided to call you at midnight and throw off your whole morning. God forbid the team cared about you.

Your heels clacked loudly across the hard floor as you made your way to the conference room, pushing open the large doors to find not a soul inside. Your eyes darted to the clock on the far right wall. Four minutes. You had four minutes.

Carefully setting the drinks down you hurried to take the assorted muffins out of their bags, thankful you had left out the serving dishes and napkins two days prior for easier set up. You had decided on just making muffins this morning, not getting much sleep and not wanting to deal with making scones.

“You got this Y/N.”

You repeated the mantra to yourself as you began setting the cups down in the correct seating order, taking a moment to giggle at the obnoxious plates you had picked out. “Birthday Princess” was written in giant pink and purple sparkly cursive on the plate, splattered with crown and heart graphics. You had seen them earlier in the week and simply couldn’t say no to them. Or the matching napkins.

You had just placed Steve’s simple two shot Americano at his seat when the doors opened to reveal Pepper in a hurried state, her protruding baby bump seemingly leading the way through the room. Your eyes shot to the clock. Eight am, on the dot. You smiled as she sighed blissfully into her cup of hot chocolate. The doors opened for the third time that morning and your head snapped to watch the arrival of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

The Avengers looked like half awake zombies as they slugged their way to the table. By the looks of it no one had been badly hurt during the drug bust. That was a plus. Thor had a black eye, Sam and Tony had a couple scratches. Nat had a cut on her bottom lip. Bucky and Bruce seemed totally fine as they groaned in appreciation at their coffee cups and pastries at the table, causing Thor to chuckle. You felt your breath hitch as the last member of the team made his way into the room, his eyes fixed on yours as he smiled wide.

Steve Rogers looked like an exhausted million bucks.

His beard had been shaved before he left for this mission, but you were more than happy to notice a layer of stubble coming in over his strong jaw line. He had a few thin scratches on his face that had already been tended to by the looks of it, which you were thankful for. He had his gray slacks on and dark blue button up shirt sleeves rolled up at the elbow. One of your many weaknesses. Especially when they had forearms like his.

He had stopped a few feet away from you and held his arms open wide, motioning you in with a nod and “come on then” hand gesture.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Everyone laughed as you practically jumped into his arms, his large frame easily engulfing you in a huge bear hug. You didn’t suppress your own laughter as he made a show of picking you up at the waist and spinning you around for good measure. He smelled nothing short of intoxicating, his body pressed against yours as he squeezed you. You silently prayed to anyone that was listening that he wouldn’t let go.

But it was over of course too soon for your liking, and after a quick “thank you” Steve took his seat and you moved to stand beside Pepper. You couldn’t help but feel like he hadn’t wanted the embrace to end either. No, that would be absurd. You were you and he was…well he was perfect. No way would he return those feelings.

You composed yourself as the team all took turns grabbing pastries. Thor and Bucky wasting no time at all before stuffing their faces with cranberry orange muffins. Tony chuckled as he cracked open a simple blueberry one, Nat shaking her head and continuing to sip her coffee.

“So Y/N, how did you manage to pull all of this off? This muffin is amazing by the way.” Tony asked, crumbs falling out of his mouth and making you laugh.

“Well after my beauty sleep was rudely interrupted by some of the worst singing I’ve ever heard, I managed to repress the trauma long enough to fall back asleep for a couple more hours.” You noticed Bruce snort into his coffee cup.

“Well I know you’re not talking about me,” Bucky winked. “My singing was perfect.”

“Right,” You blinked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“ So should I tell my neighbors the barking dogs outside were merely backup singers?”

Steve’s loud laughter broke your eye contact as you looked over at the hysterical leader. He had his hand over his heart and his head was thrown back as the rest of the team joined in. His laugh was truly one of the best sounds you had ever heard, and you found yourself staring at him for longer than originally intended. Shaking yourself out of your creeper stare you picked up an apple muffin and held it up in a mock salute at Bucky, shaking your head as he feigned hurt feelings.

“So Y/N any big plans for today?” Nat asked, finally settling on taking one of the remaining blueberry muffins and putting it on her plate.

“Well now that I know you’re all back safe and sound and in one piece I was planning on going into a coma. Pepper here has been running me ragged.” You joked, noticing how Pepper’s arm shot out to playfully smack you.

“So you don’t have any plans tonight?” Sam piped up and you simply shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the table.

“Gotta have friends to have plans Sam. I just have you lot.”

“Says the girl that baked us muffins on her birthday. And brought us coffee!” Tony interjected, Bucky clucking his tongue in approval.

“Yea twenty bucks says she didn’t even get herself coffee this morning because she didn’t have enough room for it and our orders.”

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment as Sam’s statement rang out over the room. To be fair you had made your own coffee at your apartment that morning. You just hadn’t gotten to drink it. You continued to stare at the table and slightly shuffled your feet, feeling extremely self conscious of everyone’s eyes on you.

“Hey regardless if Y/N chose to get your stupid leaf water over her much deserved birthday caffeine you should be thanking her!” Nat shot out and the table grew quiet, having realized no one had thanked you yet.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry Y/N. Thank you for once again putting us above yourself and doing all of this for us. But it’s your birthday! We aren’t anything special.”

You brought your eyes up to look at Sam before scanning around the room, meeting everyone’s gazes as they broke into statements of gratitude. You blinked up at the ceiling before taking a breath, choosing your next words carefully.

“To me all of you are special. I don’t have any actual family anymore. I don’t have a lot to show for my first thirty years on this planet,“ Your eyes slowly made their way around the table, you managing a small and shy smile.

“But I have you all, and that makes all of it bearable.” You managed to get out, your voice coming out almost like a croak as you gazed at Steve, trying to keep your emotions at bay. He smiled warmly at you before Tony started to slow clap, everyone joining in while you rolled your eyes.

So much for nice moment.

Your gaze moved to see Pepper glaring at Tony, who apparently was clueless as to why. That was never good, and you had a feeling this meeting was about to take a turn.

“ As nice as that was Y/N, can I have your attention everyone? Just wanted a quick little meeting on this week.” Her tone was curt and the team noticed. The mood in the room changed as she took a small side step out of the podium.

“This morning all of you thankfully got back safely after taking down the Marques drug ring this past week in Miami. No casualties, and you managed to pull over thirty five men into custody including Aaron Marques and his brother Luis. Extremely well done everyone. This ring was a huge heavy hitter so be on the lookout for other rings trying to rise to power with both of the Marques behind bars.” She smiled at the team, purposely ignoring Tony.

“There are currently more arrest warrants being handed out by Miami PD but I’m glad you all didn’t forget your common sense,”

She gave a pointed look to Tony, who continued to look at her with a blank face.

“Unlike someone who forgot to get toilet paper for the house before he left.”

The look she gave Tony forced you to fake a cough to cover your laughter. Finally the heat was off of you from this past week and a half. Happy birthday indeed.

“Pep I told you I was busy with all of this mission detail…”

“You also forgot to put the crib together, help me pack the go bag for the hospital like you said you would, and…” There was a raging fire in Pepper’s eyes as she got closer to Tony’s seat, causing him to shrink into it with every step she took.

“You have the nerve to blame “mission detail”?!” She exaggerated quotation marks, earning a grimace from most of the team. Pepper had been nothing short of a train wreck this pregnancy. You knew you weren’t the only one excited it was almost over.

“You are unbelievable! I am having your child in less than three months and you can’t even be bothered to help with it!” She continued, letting out a huff and continuing to stare Tony down.

They wanted to keep the gender a surprise, but you were hoping on a child with the temperament of Tony. As weird as that sounded.

Everyone looked extremely uncomfortable as Tony fidgeted in his chair, the sound of the squeaking back support the only sound in the room as he contemplated his next move.

As someone who had been under fire from the woman in question while he was gone, you could understand how intimidating she was. The first time she yelled at you, you had accidentally changed the hand soap in the office bathroom from “Linen fresh” to “Berry Breeze” and apparently that was grounds for a mental breakdown.

You watched Tony gulp and reach out to hold her hands, never breaking eye contact with his very furious wife.

“Listen beautiful I’m so sorry and I’ll make it up to you tomorrow with a spa day and all the hot chocolate you and baby Stark want. I’ll put up the crib and pack the whatever bag and you can just go relax and talk crap to your friends about how I’m a terrible husband, alright?”

He brought his wife’s slightly swollen hands to his mouth and placed kisses on them, her resolve cracking and causing her to nod her head, tears welling in her eyes as she bent down to kiss him.

“Anyone else weirded the hell out by these mood swings?” Sam questioned, causing Pepper and Tony to laugh, the tension leaving the room.

“Well that’s pretty much all I had, I admit this pregnancy brain has me all kinds of moody. But I’ll let you know if we have any more developments in Miami. Now that Marquez is out, we have no doubt someone will try to rise and take over.”

You couldn’t help but feel like the meeting hadn’t really been a meeting. There hadn’t been any real details given and you had a strange suspicion that they were killing time. The team stood up and began helping you throw away trash and clear off the table.

“What’re you doing with those baked goods Y/N?” Bruce asked as you finished wiping the table down, eyeing the amount of crumbs on the floor.

“Oh I’ll take them down to damage control. They could use the pick me up after this week.” You smiled at him and he nodded, understanding the situation in Miami left a big mess to clean up. They would certainly have their hands full.

“Alright everyone this has been fun but I have to get back to my actual job now.” You headed towards the door and Steve rushed to your side to open it for you.

“Aww thanks Rogers. How sweet.” You patted his arm before walking into the hallway, your heels clicking across the floor again as you made your way to the elevator. You were quick to hide your blush as he waved you on, saddened you wouldn’t be able to spend more time with him right now. You caught a glimpse of him and Bucky standing just outside the room as the elevator door closed.

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“So when ya gonna ask Y/N out?” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder while giving him a knowing look.

“You think she has any idea?” Steve continued to stare straight ahead down the hall, the smell of your perfume still swimming in his senses.

“Not with how close you play things to the chest Steve. You should tell her soon though before Sam gets any stupid ideas and ruins it.”

“I was talking about the surprise party. My feelings aren’t any of your business.” The Captain gave a side glance to Bucky before continuing to stare at the elevator it descended floors, the numbers changing as you made your way down the building.

“Of course they are Steve! Everyone knows you have a soft spot for her. Just ask her out for coffee like a normal human being already! It isn’t that hard. Women like her don’t stay single for long and as soon as Y/N wants to start looking for someone, you better hope you’ve already told her how you feel.”

“But when will it ever be a good time? Who knows when our next mission will happen. What if I tell her and she doesn’t return my feelings?” Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair, avoiding looking at his best friend.

He couldn’t think of anything worse than being turned down by the only woman who seemed to see him as something more than “Captain America”. And then he would have to see her at work all the time after that. No thank you.

“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head and patting his shoulder in reassurance.

“You have tonight at her surprise party. Just come out and tell her already buddy. Besides, I bet fifty bucks against Tony who is pretty adamant that she’s not team Cap.” Bucky winked at his longtime friend before heading down the hall, Steve still watching the elevator door.

Maybe, just maybe, you were sweet on him too.

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survey1000 · 6 years

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76. Your life isn’t yours if you constantly care about what others think.

What’s the latest you’ve woken up? How about the earliest? The latest I think was almost noon, and the earliest was a bit after midnight I think.

In general, what has the weather been like? Is this good or bad for you? It’s been pretty muggy lately, which sucks because I work in a coffee shop that doesn’t have a working AC ...

Have you been out for a meal? Where did you go and what did you eat? Not for a bit, but I think the last time was Subway.

Have you been under the influence of alcohol/drugs? Yup.

Have you spent more of your time indoors or outdoors? Indoors.

What’s the most interesting day you’ve had? How about the most boring? Good question, I think the most interesting was my high school graduation, and the most boring would have to be any slow day at work.

What’s the earliest you’ve gone to bed? How about the latest? The earliest I would say was around 7pm and the latest was a bit after 2am.

Have you gone shopping for anything aside from groceries in the past week? Yeah, Thursday I went to the mall and got a few different makeup things, and then I went to Staples to buy more instax film.

Have you discovered any new bands or TV shows that you like? No not lately.

Have you finished a book, or are you currently reading one? I just finished one a few days ago, and I have quite a few on the go still lol.

What’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to you? Not many things really.

Who have you spoken to most on the phone/online/by text? My mom I would think lol.

Do you actually think it’s gross to talk about body functions? If you’re not my friend lol.

Would you rather sleep alone or next to your SO? Well I can really only say alone lol.

Are you trying to forget about something? Always.

Have you ever sent a love letter? Nope.

When you look up at the sky do you ever NOT see a plane or vapor trail? Rarely lol.

Have you dated someone of another race? No, but to be fair I’ve only been in one relationship before.

Do you wear any shoes with holes because you can’t give them up? Not at the moment, but I have done this plenty of times before lol.

When you go out to breakfast, what do you order? Depends on where I go, but something with eggs.

Have you ever had a job that required a uniform? Yeah, that’s where I work now lol.

What are you most envious of? People who can find happiness wherever they go.

Would you rather have coffee, cocoa, tea, or soda? Pop, and I’m not much of a pop drinker either lol.

When you walk into your best friend’s room, what do you smell? Idk, them I guess? Lol.

Have you ever purposely broken something that belonged to a sibling? I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t put it past me though lol.

Do you have any hipster friends? Nope.

Have you ever worked at the same place as your best friend? No.

Do you take days off from shaving when you can get away with it? Always lol.

Has anyone ever baked you cookies? Yeah.

Do you ever wear socks with holes in them? I have, but I throw them out as soon as I realize the hole.

Is there anything hanging on your bathroom walls? I don’t think so.

If your SO agreed, would you want an open relationship? Oh fuck no.

Have you ever slept with three people in the same bed? When? Why? Yes, it was at a sleepover when I was younger, when we could all fit on the same bed haha.

Does your family regularly eat sit down meals together? No, the only time is when we plan a supper for an event, like Christmas, Easter, a birthday, etc.

Have you ever used the change counting machine at a store or mall? I have no idea what that is lol.

How do you dress when you’re not at work Usually in a t-shirt or a tank top, with leggings.

Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing? Its black with the Superman logo on it, and its from the men’s section from Warehouse One lol.

What was the first thing you thought this morning? Fuck... I don’t wanna go to work lol.

Are you wearing shorts? Nope.

Ever had a boy best friend? Yeah when I was little.

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? If I’m in a relationship with him, then yes.

Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room? No lol.

Do you ‘dress to impress’? Sometimes, depending on where I’m going.

Have you ever thought a man over 40 was attractive? Yeah.

Would you rather get cash or a gift card? Depending on what store the gift card is from, if its from the bookstore, then I’d rather have the gift card lol.

Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? Same height or taller.

Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? No.

What time did you get up today? A little bit before 5:30am.

Where does most of your family live? Nova Scotia, Canada.

What can’t you wait for? Tomorrow at 2pm, so I can go to the gym, and not have to worry about work the next day.

Are you ticklish? Some places.

What brand of digital camera do you own? I don’t have one. The only actual camera I have is the Instax mini 9.

Have you ever seen a Broadway show in New York? Nope.

How long is your hair? Maybe an inch and a half past my shoulders.

Do you like facial hair on a guy? If it’s not long, I like scruff better than an actual beard lol.

Have you ever tried the cinnamon challenge? Nope, and never plan to lol.

How long would it take to walk to the nearest McDonald’s? Less than 20 minutes.

Do you get drunk every weekend? No, I wouldn’t be able to afford that lol.

What did you do today? I worked for eight hours, and planned to go to the gym after until I realized I had left my gym sneakers and pants at home ...

Are you listening to music right now? No surprisingly, I have the TV on in the background.

Your last ex died today, how would you feel? I mean I’m not heartless, I would feel upset, but we were only going out for less than a week, and it was five years ago so I’m definitely not close to him.

Do you like maxi dresses? Yeah, I have one but that’s the only one I’ve seen that I like on me.

Have any organic makeup? I don’t think I do.

Do you worry about guys thinking you’re hot? No, I know that they don’t think that way lol.

Are you healthy? Not as healthy as I should be lol.

Do you know anyone that used to be or is homeless? Not that I know of.

Does it always seem like you’re always buying stuff for friends? Not really.

Did you wear sunglasses today? No, its been cloudy all day.

What’s the next movie you’ll watch in theaters? Not sure.

If you straighten your hair, how long does it take? Anywhere between 15 to 25 minutes.

Does it annoy you when people can’t think of their own answers to questions on surveys and use yours? No lol, I don’t pay attention really.

How many people are you talking to online right now? None lol.

Are you currently wearing anything containing polyester? Probably.

Have you ever been to Comic-Con? No, but I would like to.

Do you have a commercial jingle stuck in your head? Nope.

Would you date someone 8 years older than you? He would have to treat me right, and we would both have to care about each other a lot. The oldest that I plan to go for is five years, but you never know.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Not really. I have guys that I consider friends, but not that close to talk about personal things.

Do you have a friend of the same sex you can talk to? Yeah.

Did you go out or stay in last night? Stayed in.

What does your last received text message say? ‘I’m here at Tim’s now’.

How old is the last person you texted? 37, she’s my Momma lol.

What do you want to get accomplished today/tonight? To get some good sleep.

You’re single, right? Yup lol.

Are you easy to make mad? If I’m in a cranky mood already, yes lol.

Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? Yeah like roughly seven years ago lol.

What are you doing right now? This and watching Forensic Files.

Do you smoke weed everyday? I had only smoked it twice and that was almost six years ago I think.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajamas? Leggings.

Do you like the dentist? Not really lol.

Do you like the snow? Yeah, as long as its not too much lol.

Where is your phone Beside me.

Would you rather date someone older than you or younger? Same age or older.

When was the last time you were told you were cute? I don’t really remember, maybe a few weeks ago?

Would you ever smile at a stranger? I do it all the time at work. The privileges of working in a coffee shop lol.

Do you button your shirt from the top or the bottom? Top.

Do you make collages often? No, its been a few years since I’ve made one.

How much have you changed in the last year or so? Not that much I don’t think.

Have you ever wished to erase something from your memory? What? A lot of things that I rather not speak of.

Do you keep things that most people would throw away? I don’t think so.

What is your favourite thing to wear when you feel like crap? Comfy clothes.

Do you look forward to going to sleep at night? Usually.

What was the last song you listened to? Nowhere Fast - Eminem.

Do you own an Etch-A-Sketch? I did when I was a kid!

What does your bedspread look like? Leopard print.

What colour is your suitcase? I don’t own one.

Are you any good at tongue twisters? Not really lo.

Do you wrap up warm in the cold weather? Always.

Do you care overly about other people? If I like them lol.

Do you still live with your parents? When are you planning to move out? Yeah, and I’m 20 and single so I can’t really afford to live on my own, and I at least want to be able to drive legally and have a car before I move out.

If you’ve moved out already, what age were you? -

Have you ever been told your aspirations are unrealistic? I don’t think so.

#survey

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twistedstorm · 7 years

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This is Super Important...

*bashes through my newly repaired closet door which has been bashed through many times before* WHAT UP BITCHES I’M QUEER AS FUCK!!

It’s National Coming Out Day and although I’m pretty sure you all know how queer I am I’d still like to do a little re-introduction to all of you and today is a good day for it, and because I’m a nerd Imma do it like I do my D&D character pages. Here we go:

Name: Zeta

Nickname(s): ZZ, Z, there’s more but these are the ones I use here

Age: 19

Gender: Genderfluid and lately I’ve mostly just been in a nebulous state of like “yeah I’ve got a gender just give me a sec *rifles through pockets of my jeans* no really I know it’s here somewhere *searches jacket pockets* just a sec *checks my purse, finds some lip balm, a rainbow flag, and a stuffed tarantula* Okay so yeah I dunno what it is today, I think I left it in my other pants, just pick some pronouns ta use for me today, whatever is fine”

Sexual Orientation: Partially sex repulsed Demisexual Panromantic and I’ll include Polyamorous here too cause that’s a thing that I am

Race: I’m fifty shades of white but I totally wish I could be either an elf, a halfling, a day walking vampire, or a water spirit of some kind

Class: Pirate/ Witch/ Annoying feminist nerd/ Artist

Height: Just under 5′7″ on a good day

Weight: Sitting at a solid 200-205lbs

Eye Color: Hazel-green

Hair Color/Cut: Dyed bright red/ one side shaved, undercut all the way around, rockin the emo fringe on top

Abilities: Is ADHD an ability? Cause I think it should be....at the very least hyperfocus should be considered an ability....

Special Talents: I can work my computer with my feet, like I can type pretty accurately, work my track pad or a mouse, play solitaire, all with my feet. I can also easily read backwards and upside down and write upside down and backwards pretty well too. Oh and I can fall asleep anywhere if I’m sleepy or just really calm (Notable examples: On a roller coaster, while standing up, while on the ground after I fell over cause I fell asleep standing up, upside down, two feet away from a speaker playing aggressively loud death metal, etc)

Other Stuff: I’m loud by accident cause I have no volume control and I talk really fast and I end up slurring my words together really often which is annoying but most of the people close ta me are good at understanding me by now so I don’t have ta constantly repeat myself because my words came out mushed together, I also stutter and stumble over words a lot because my brain and my mouth run at different speeds and I fucking hate it because it makes me feel stupid when it takes me three minutes ta say two words cause I couldn’t get them ta come out right. Oh and don’t get me started on not understanding what people say ta me until they repeat themselves like five times because sometimes I just don’t process auditory stuff very fast. I’m learning sign language (ASL by the way if you wanna know which type I;m learning) so far I can finger spell super fucking fast and I often ramble with my hands (I also know how ta say “Please go away” “can you not” “please feed me”and “I need an alcoholic drink” because yes there’s a specific sign for alcoholic drinks over non-alcoholic drinks, I can say more stuff but those are my favorites) it’s hard ta learn but I really like it so I keep trying.

Relationship Status: Currently dating a huge nerd boy whom I like very much and just so you know just because I’m dating a guy right now it doesn’t erase my Pan-ness and if you think it does you can fucking fight me and also yes Ace people can date, we can even have sex if we want to, we can fall in love too just so ya know *finger guns*

Daily Gear: Ipod and earbuds because music doth sooth the savage beast (aka: music helps regulate my mood, block out other sound when I get overloaded, eases my anxiety, helps me focus, and keeps me from going homicidal), cellphone, battery bank and cord for ipod cause it’s old and dies a lot, six rings (three for each hand: three silver, three stainless steel cause I’m allergic to pretty much all other metals), one metal tablet rune necklace with the Nordic rune for warrior/sword on it from my aunty, one digital watch because I have trouble reading analog and my digital one lights up, one bracelet made from a skinny black shoelace, one bracelet that’s actually a cats cradle string wrapped around my wrist which is good for fidgeting, one bracelet made of lava rock beads with the chakra colors on six of the stones (my mom bought it for me at her last craft show cause she thought it might help me feel more grounded, it does), comfy worn in jeans (almost always), hoodie (currently my boyfriends hoodie), wallet, lip balms of various flavors (my mint eos one is my current fave).

Random Trivia: My favorite color is blue (almost any shade of blue but midnight black-blue with silver flecks like stars is the best), I own a bearded dragon named Seto Zuko Kaiba and he’s a total dicklizard but I love him, I love Monster High dolls, I do horror/FX makeup in my free time and plan on going ta school for it soon because I love it so much, I do swear filled dirty embroidery whenever possible as well as pride embroidery (for the queer community and also for feminism stuff) and I plan on selling it at craft shows under the name “Queer as Stitch Embroidery”, I crochet dishcloths when I get stressed, I’m a reformed nail chewer and I’m going on six months of not chewing after nearly 16 years of chewing my nails down ta nothing, I’d kill a man for garlic bread and lasagna as well as for apple crumble, I love Halloween more than any other time of year.

Alright so that’s my little reintroduction to you guys cause a lot has changed in the years since I started this blog and things are still changing and I like ta keep you guys updated on who I am and how I feel as well as keep a sort of log of my progress over the years for me ta look back on ta see how much I’ve grown. Today seemed like a good day ta do this since it’s National Coming Out Day and being queer is a really big part of who I am and it means a lot at me to be true to myself and even though coming out fucked up some stuff in my life I’d never take it back, I am out and loud and proud and if someone doesn’t like it they can shove a cactus up their ass cause I’m gonna be myself and love who I love, however many I want to love, until I die. And even then my ghost will be queer as fuck too.

Now to all my fellow LGBTQA+ peeps out there, out of the closet or not: I love you all, you are valid, you do matter, and you do belong here and anybody who says different is a piss weasel and doesn’t deserve your awesmazing presence in their life.

And now for a little change (or big change in a way I guess), as the oldest of my followers know I’ve been signing off every post on my blog with “Back to your insanity” pretty much since I started this blog and now it feels like it’s time for a change, so my dear Twisters:

Back to your own world

Signed your queer and crazy blog owner

~ZZ

(P.s. I might change my sign off around some more before I settle on one and might not, we’ll just wait and see)

#my personal life #national coming out day #lgbtqa #demisexual #Panromantic #genderfluid #ZZ talks being Queer #polyamourous #Ace and proud #pan and proud #poly and proud #genderfluid and proud

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