Robert most likely spends just about every morning at the coffee spoon (he needs his caffeine fix especially being a drink all night kinda guy) so you know he’s gotta have at least some sort of relationship with Mat.
Can you imagine how he reacted to all the band puns? I mean, my man knows his music and he loves a good reference. He probably walked in precisely because the name caught his attention, and then proceeded to quote that line from the poem it came from.
Meanwhile Mat is all heart eyes for this guy– this fuckign guy, who, at first glance Mat thought to be the Most Intimidating Man he’d ever laid eyes upon. But gosh, he knows the poem! It’s the first costumer (at least to his knowledge) that got the reference!! He can really get behind this. He can also very clearly tell Robert is hungover, so he quickly fixes him up a piping hot cup of Godspeed you! Black coffee and a piece of his world (town?) famous carrot cake (on the house) and they just bond over bands that they like all morning.
I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated.
“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took
your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned
reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his
lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his
grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand
knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.
“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you
fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against
your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his
head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the
room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit
beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out
at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him
to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his
mouth to keep from answering.
“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you
to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger
before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand
taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration
before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this,
playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You
treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be
around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you
ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the
scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was
anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage
to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you,
Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly
gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their
sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But
Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought
about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some
nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be
to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was
writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide
from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he
was Kim Namjoon.
“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed
dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.
“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon
back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.
“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door
with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking
you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.
“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching
“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned
hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his
“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving
affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been
jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the
kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have
thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick
with the male about it next time he got.
Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with
other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost
ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached
to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi
was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms
around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands
stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to
“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?”
You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into
his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water
before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick
second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.
“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump
through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.
“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping
and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring
you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I
see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the
screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your
reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another
girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was
really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t
be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up
and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you
saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His
laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his
muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but
still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes
flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed
shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a
chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge
you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank
an earbud from his ear sitting back.
“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.
“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on
what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you
“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers
glided against his keys.
“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an
eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how
he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you
shook your head.
“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and
when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi
told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I
don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me
around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t.
Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said
I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would
know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve
been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends
and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t
yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please
get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else
with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You
sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it
sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too?
The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he
dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to
change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with
You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could
probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it
didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees,
you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the
floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him,
raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon
raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play
it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop
down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing
at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You
spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.
“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed
licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let
out a soft hitch of breath.
“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t
listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his
hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager
to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his,
legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his
plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours
made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your
best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing
shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down
to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting
You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping
him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his
hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue
slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave
him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled
your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He
flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof
of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with
each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon
started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t
believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your
hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss,
you looked down in his eyes.
“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his
hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.
“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and
you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you
did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin
tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all
your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to
your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.
“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon
moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as
well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You
whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your
sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips
“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head
pressing your forehead against his.
“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need
to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.
“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were
teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.
Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing
his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping
on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing
up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it
behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned
muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined
showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast
and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused
listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his
boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As
he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually
so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down
feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the
head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face
watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon
wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on
you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.
“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave
a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in
licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught
up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping
your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his
cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking
his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.
“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good
around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down.
He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your
hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was
picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his
bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands
pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure
want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He
started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down
trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened
up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing
you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your
nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping
down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes
dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he
let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go,
keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon
leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid
himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your
lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your
tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you
felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck
vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating
off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and
drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing
your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were
dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly
against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into
your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet
cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled
back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.
“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled
picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back
after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His
tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast,
his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned
slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually
like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue
pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers
flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself
back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling
them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the
edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and
down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue
against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on
your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the
bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance.
He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking
around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat.
He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it
in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you
tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it.
Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping
up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his
tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled
it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He
moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your
lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you
out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up,
the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was
trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking
up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your
body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would
surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy
tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it
continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it
over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes
drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down
from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for
air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon
letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of
light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips,
opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock
up and down your slit slowly.
“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off
how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your
“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have
you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft,
you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your
opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.
“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you
gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down
against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan
out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into
the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he
leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.
“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you
for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet
little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across
your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and
relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were
taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours
until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand
told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth
stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon
licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up
his pace letting it stay fast.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you
practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I
want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your
ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles.
You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness
poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your
tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against
your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night
the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps
the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside
of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was
spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside
of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips
until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you.
Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you
against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.
“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly
nuzzling your nose.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his
face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.
“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door
straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.
“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed
handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others
and give you privacy.
Summary: Phil is the drummer of a band, but how will the lead singer, Kevin, feel when he walks in on Phil banging his younger brother Dan as hard as Phil bangs his drums?
Warnings!! There’s 2 smut scenes: Rimming, daddy kinks, hints of DD/LB (but not), wall sex, angry sex, rough sex, dirty talking, Dan is in a skirt, Dan in panties, blow jobs, slut! Dan (if you squint), etc.
he’s the one peter goes to first when he’s feeling sick or upset or tired, because daddy has the best hugs and he knows just exactly how to stroke peter’s hair and rock him, and his neck is nice and soft and safe and smells like daddy.
papa is awesome too though. papa’s name is steve, and he also gives really good hugs, and he’s really, really big and strong and he can pick up daddy and peter both at the same time and hold them. he keeps them all safe.
papa is the one who plays catch and baseball and things with peter while daddy watches and does stuff on his tablet. papa always leans down to get a kiss from daddy before they start playing, for luck, and peter gets one from daddy too, on the top of his head. ‘have fun, pudding,’ daddy says - that’s his special name for peter.
peter’s too small for the big bat, but papa has a little one just for him, and he shows peter how to hold it and sometimes peter even manages to hit the ball. when he gets tired of the game, papa swoops him up to sit on his shoulder, and brings him back to daddy.
peter jumps into daddy’s lap and puts his arms round daddy’s neck, and daddy laughs his nice soft laugh that peter likes, and puts his tablet down, cuddling peter into his shoulder. he smells nice, clean and comforting. ‘tired, bunny?’ he says.
‘mm,’ peter yawns. ‘hungry.’
‘let’s go find some lunch for you two, then,’ daddy says, and he’s smiling a gentle smile up at papa.
papa’s face is open and happy and he puts an arm round daddy’s shoulders. daddy leans back against papa’s tummy, looking up at him upside down. ‘hey there, soldier mine,’ he says to papa, and papa bends down and kisses daddy’s nose.
‘hey, sweetheart,’ he says softly, and daddy reaches for papa’s hand and holds it against his face for a moment.
peter sighs contentedly and presses his nose into daddy’s neck, smelling his nice warm smell. papa’s hand comes down to smooth gently over his hair, and daddy holds peter close, and everything’s safe and good.
(because peter has the best family ever.)
(more ficlets under the ‘stevetony ficlet’ tag on my blog)
Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader
Word Count: 13,200ish (sorry not sorry)
A/N: There were a couple of things in this series I never got around to addressing and figured we should have one last ride with the Winchesters. Thanks so much to everyone who loved this series as much as I did!…
Your mind raced while you knocked on Sam’s door wearing flannel pants and a tank top and holding your baby Dory close, hoping Dean wouldn’t see you.
God, if he found out about you, you’d be screwed forever.
After just two knocks, Sam opened the door
“Hey.” He gave you space, smiling. “Come on in.”
You entered hesitantly and he pointed you the bed.
“I got us some popcorn.” He showed you the two buckets. “There are butter and caramel, ‘cause I didn’t know which one you’d like. And two glasses you can pour whatever you want, I got your favourite juice too…” He listed, blushing slightly. “And there’s candy and ice cream.”
Your eyes widened.
It was almost like he was putting on an effort to impress you.
“It’s… Great.” You finally said. “Perfect.”
“And I see baby Dory is here too.” He pointed at the stuffed fish in your hand.
You smiled softly.
“She wouldn’t let me come without her.”
“Well, hello again, Dory.” He gave one of his boyish smiles, and your heart melted for a moment. “I hope you remember me.”
God, he was gorgeous.
Silently, you two sat on his bed with the popcorn, and you ate silently as the movie went on, trying to focus your eyes on the screen instead of Sam.
Half an hour into it, you grabbed the ice cream and one of the spoons. It was actually your favourite brand and flavour – one particularly hard to find.
“He’s so cute.” You whispered, looking at Arlo. “Don’t you think he’s cute, Sam? He’s adorable.”
Sam chuckled by your side.
“Yeah, he looks adorable. Nothing compared to you, though.”
With this, Sam turned to look at you, his hazel eyes connecting with yours and his gaze staring deep into your soul.
“You’re far the cutest and most adorable thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He whispered.
Previous installment:Unimaginable (Jamie and Claire pick a name for the wee bun in the oven)
I thought the last word was likely, ‘God,’ but it was anybody’s guess, really, drowned out as it was by yet another bout of vomiting and the sudden blast of music from a nearby loudspeaker.
“Oh, love…That bad, is it?” My tender, spousal concern was acknowledged only with a string of Gaelic curses, surprisingly creative ones for a man so laid low.
It was a gorgeous hot day (bright enough that I was grateful for my broad hat), but it did make the scent of vomit that much more inescapable. The county fair had come to town, and with both of us having the rare treat of being off on a Saturday, we’d decided to make a family outing of it. Though it was hardly a grand exposition, both Jamie and I felt giddy as Bree strolling around amidst all the merriment, taking in the exhibits, music, livestock, food, and rides…including a deceptively innocent-looking Merry-go-Round.
“It was so good of you to try it for Bree’s sake, love.” I rubbed Jamie’s back, trying my level best not to laugh at the way his hunched back seemed to have lost all its vertebrae. “Is there anything I can get you to make you feel a bit better?”
He raised his head a fraction from the garbage can, high enough only to glare at me. “How about a trip through the stones to ten minutes ago so I might choose to SPIT on the fool contraption instead of ride it?”
“Not sure that’s quite how it works, my love,” I whispered, laughing and kissing his shoulder.
“Daddy? Da!? DA!?!” Bree chirped from below. “Can we go—go an’ do the round’n’round again??”
Jamie looked down at our two-(no, two-and-a-half-and-then-some!)-year-old. “Do ye want to send your poor Da to his death?”
“Doesna—doesna’nt go to DEFF, Daddy,” Bree laughed as if he were being hilariously obtuse, “Goes ‘round and ‘ROUND.”
“So I noticed,” he groaned, hunching once more over the garbage can and spitting.
“Okay, lessgo DO it!!!” and she was tearing off back toward the Merry-Go-Round.
“Ohhhh, no-you-don’t, little monster,” I said, swooping her up into my arms before she scuttled off. My sunglasses slipped to the tip of my nose, but I couldn’t immediately get them back up. Between the heat, the sudden movement, Bree now like a boulder on my hip, a heavy handbag banging against the other, and my back abso-bloody-lutely killing me from toting around a seven-months-grown-human in utero, I suddenly felt woozy and completely spent. “Here, lovey,” I panted, trying to keep from toppling over, “Can you help push Mum’s glasses up? Yes, just—There we go, thank you, sweetheart.”
“Melcome!” she chirped and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth.
I mmm’ed happily and kissed her cheeks as we swayed together next to Jamie. “Was the ride fun for you, at least, baby?”
"Uh-HUH, s’was BUNCH fun!”
“Hear that, darling? ‘Bunch’ fun.”
From the plastic depths, I thought I heard him name a few other choice things it was ‘bunch’ of.
I did feel for Jamie. We should have known it would be no better than a boat for motion-sickness, and he’d spared ME from having to ride the thing, after all (though truth be told, I quite liked such exhilarations when not pregnant). But I was ALREADY shaking with silent mirth imagining the photos I’d snapped, all laid out in the cherished family album. The first few would show a sweet and lively scene: Jamie smiling cheerfully, standing with his hand on Bree’s back, she triumphantly mounted on her plastic chestnut steed waiting for the ride to start… and then would follow the play-by-play of the situation’s rapid deterioration, every revolution of the Merry-Go-Round showing a Jamie still more pale and hunched and desperate, until—Well, that LAST one was a blackmail goldmine for the ages.
“Daddy?” Bree asked suddenly, her face scrunched up as she peered at her father. “You mad’it Mama?”
That got Jamie’s attention and he straightened. “Mad at her?”
“All…” She waved her hand. “…mean.”
His eyes softened and they flicked up to me, verifying that I wasn’t in fact upset. “No, I’m no’ cross at either of ye, a leannan,” he promised her. “The ride on the Merry’round just made my wame all wobbly, such that I forgot my manners.”
I bounced Bree on my hip. “I bet sometimes you feel a bit grumpy when your tummy hurts, too, right?”
“Oh, aye,” she conceded, a flash of pure Scottishness beaming through, as it did from time to time. She leaned over and gave Jamie’s elbow a clumsy pat. “Sorry for y’r tummy hurted.”
“That’s verra kind of ye to say, mo chridhe.”
“Havva snack, w’feel ALL bedder, okay?”
“…Suggests the young miss with NO motive of her own,” I said, nuzzling my nose against hers.
“Oh, definitely not,” Jamie agreed soberly, eyes twinkling. He stretched, replaced his hat, and exhaled, then gave a small ha! of surprise. “I will say, Bree-love, a wee bite does sound just the thing.”
“Good, let’s HAVV’it.”
“If there had been ANY doubt about your parentage, Bree, that bottomless pit of a stomach would have been proof-positive.” I sighed. “Alright, you two, let’s see what we can rustle up. Here, Jamie, will you—?” I honestly felt like I was going to fall over.
Jamie obligingly plucked her out of my arms. “Jesus, lass,” he said with an exaggerated groan, “but you’re getting big.”
“Nuh-uh, Da, I’m the little.”
“Aye, you’re still the little, for now,” he agreed, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears, “Before long you willna be the littlest, though.”
She nodded, sagely. “When Beeyin’s comin.’”
“Aye, cub,” he agreed, grinning at me, “when Baby Ian comes.”
Brianna couldn’t be convinced for anything that just ‘Ian’ would do, and insisted each time on referring to her brother by what she considered his full title: Baby Ian. The only problem with this was that she couldn’t seem to manage all the syllables in a row; hence, “Beeyin”; hence as well, many private family jokes, such as equating him to a wee bean; or when the wee lad would start jouncing me about like a racehorse, Jamie cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘Beeyin your bonnet?’, and other such delightful silliness.
“Alright, let’s see about some chow. You two stay here,” I indicated a nearby shaded picnic table, “and I’ll see what I can scrounge for us. What kind of snack do you want, Bree?”
She screwed up her face in ferocious concentration before saying definitely, “Som’fin GOOD.”
“Well, thank you for being so specific. Very helpful, I don’t think. Any preferences?” I asked Jamie.
“Som'fin good sounds perfect,” he said with an attempt at a wink.
“Ooooooooo!” Bree squealed a few minutes later when I returned with the goodies.
“Cotton candy,” I explained, carefully passing Jamie the paper cone supporting the precarious pink cloud.
“Cotton?” he asked dubiously. “And it’s edible?”
“Just spun sugar,” I said with a grin. “Now, Bree, take your fingers and—No-no, just pinch a little off with your—oh—Oh, well.”
Bree had stuck her entire face into the sticky mass and taken a monumental bite, pulling back with wisps of pink in her eyebrows, enraptured.
Jamie looked skeptical to the extreme. “Does it taste nice, cub?”
“Uh-huh!” Bree clawed out a fistful of fluff and shoved it upward toward Jamie’s mouth. “TASTE!”
Jamie gave me a preemptive grimace and took a tentative bite. “Holy Moses,” he said, blinking hard and shuddering as he swallowed. “It’s like pouring the whole sugar bowl direct into my mouth.”
“It’s GOOD,” Bree insisted, chowing down with relish.
“None so verra filling, I’d wager, but as long as ye like rotting your teeth out—”
“Here,” I laughed, “I came prepared with other options as well.” I pulled the next item from the bag. “Care for some Elephant Ear? Just a silly name, I promise,” I said hastily, seeing his alarm. “No pachyderms harmed in the making of this treat.”
“What is it, then?” he asked, peering around Bree’s head. “Pastry?”
“Try it while there’s trying to be had,” I said, handing it to him. “I’m eating for two, and we fully intend to eat our way through the entire elephant.”
He did enjoy the fried dough, going back for several huge bites, licking powdered sugar from his fingertips. “Lord, though I dinna ken if I can manage wi’ any more sweeties.”
“Alright, let’s see how you manage this.”
Jamie had probably never had American corn in any form before, I reflected, let alone on the original cob. I certainly hadn’t grown up eating it, and so it didn’t occur to me to buy it at the market. From the gusto with which Jamie inhaled the roasted ear, slathered with butter and spices, though, it was going to have to become a regular staple.
“No foolish name for this one?” he asked as he was finishing the last few bites.
“Not as far as I know,” I shrugged, trying to wipe Bree’s face, which was an unmitigated disaster-zone.
"Pity. Missed a good chance.”
He waved the naked cob suggestively. “Corn on the co….” And the barest-whisper of “…ck.”
“You’re a ridiculous human being,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss him.
“And you are absolutely lovely,” he murmured back against my lips, squeezing my knee.
Charlotte had not seen how jumpy her mother was in the days following the incident, always carefully peering around every room she entered and making sure to keep her daughter in eyesight whenever possible, which she was glad for. She did not want her happy child to become filled with worry.
Bill noticed though, and he tried to soothe her whenever he saw her body slightly tense, eyes widen or if she bit her lip. He would stand behind her, his chest flush against her back, and lean his head down so his lips were right by her ear before he whispered reassurance to her. Sometimes he didn’t speak, instead, let his gentle touch say the words he did not; I’m here for you. You’ll be alright.
He felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw her begin to smile again, free from the fearful thoughts that had been filling her mind.
It took two solid weeks for her to stop feeling uneasy and on edge. She had not seen the mysterious stranger again in the past fourteen days, leading her to the realization that maybe he had only been a fragment of her imagination. It was a comforting thought; it allowed her to slowly let go of the fear she held deep inside of her, knowing that her family was safe.
Things at Lighthouse Cove continued on as if nothing had ever happened, Charlotte went out with Bill almost every other morning to collect wood, they all laid on the sofas together at night and Bill worked on the generator when it was faulty.
It was today that the family decided to go for a hike through the woods that surrounded the bay, walking along the thinly snow-covered path which they drove on coming to the lighthouse; it was the only way in or out of the cove.
Charlotte sat on her father’s shoulders, his hands holding her boot-clothed ankles that dangled down the top of his chest. She held onto a fistfull of his floppy brown hair and tugged at it occasionally, earning her a questioning glance from Bill every now and then, to which she only burst out into laughter.
She walked beside them, her mitten clothed hands stuffed into the fuzzy pockets of her jacket until she would point out passing animals, mainly black-capped chickadee birds, to her daughter who would look at them enthusiastically.
It was a pleasant day. Although still bleak, the sky was brighter than normal, signalling the beginning of the end of winter. Soon, the ice that concealed the lake would start to break off and melt. Charlotte was very excited for the day she could see the water and watch the waves crash and roll onto the shore.
“Daddy, stop!” Charlotte exclaimed, giving Bill’s hair a small tug.
He stopped in his tracks, craning his head back to look at his daughter. Her face was filled with delight as she looked at the snow coated pine trees.
“Mommy, look!” she said, taking one hand off her father’s head to point to a spot in the woods.
Her mother tried to follow her line of sight, but failed to see any wildlife. So she wandered over to Bill’s side and stood on her tiptoes, her head now closer to her daughters.
She surveyed the terrain again, looking closely for whatever Charlotte was pointing at, yet still coming up short. She snuck a look at Bill and saw from his expression that he had no idea what she had seen either.
“What is it Char?” she asked her daughter, looking up to meet her gleaming eyes.
She continued to point, “It’s a fox! By the pile of sticks.”
Both her and Bill followed their daughter’s instructions, looking to find the mass of wood Charlotte was speaking of.
Her lips formed a smile. There by the stick pile was indeed an arctic fox, almost as white as the snow surrounding it, and it slowly slinked across the woodlands.
“Nice one,” Bill praised, giving his daughter’s legs a small squeeze.
“Yeah, I can’t believe you even saw that!” her mother gaped, exaggerating her tone just a bit to make her daughter feel even more proud.
Her daughter smiled, so pure and full of childish joy, then removed her other hand from her father’s head. Charlotte took her mother’s cheeks in her hands and pulled her forward, causing her to stumble into Bill, then planted a platonic kiss on her lips.
Before she could pull back, Bill’s lips brushed over her neck and gingerly pressed a soft kiss to her skin. She had to stop herself from sighing at the feeling of his lips on her pulse point, aware that Charlotte was sitting on his shoulders.
“Daddy!” their daughter complained loudly, weaving both her hands back through his light brown hair and giving it a harder tug, “Mommy only likes being kissed on the lips.”
Bill laughed at his daughter’s reaction, not caring that his hair probably looked a mess, and started walking again.
“Is that so?” he wondered, “I thought she liked to be kissed there.”
“Pft, no,” Charlotte retorted, as if it was clearly obvious.
She couldn’t help but smile at Charlotte’s innocence, thinking that she would probably faint if she found out what other activities they got up to in their spare time. She felt slightly flushed, yet she looked up at her daughter and explained, “It’s not the same when you’re married. Husbands and wives show their affections differently than they do with their children.”
Charlotte listened intently, her expression one of deep interest as she took in the new information.
“Really?” she asked, thinking her mother was playing some sort of joke on her.
“Yep,” she nodded, “One day, when you’re married, maybe your husband will kiss you there.”
This earned her a look of disgust from her daughter and strong glance from Bill, his fatherly instinct taking over; no one was touching his little girl.
“Nope. No boys,” she promised her mother, causing her father to sigh in relief.
“Good,” he replied, gaining himself another strong tug from Charlotte.
They kept on strolling down the forest path, Charlotte occasionally walking but mostly sitting on her father’s shoulders, for another hour. By the time they made it back to the lighthouse, the sun was almost halfway set, allowing for a beautiful blue-purple hue to decorate the northern sky. Bill agreed to start preparing dinner whilst she took a shower, switching positions with her once she finished.
She scaled the stone steps of the spiral staircase, grabbed some fresh clothes to dress in, then made her way to the washroom she and Bill shared. Pulling out then turning the shower knob to hot, she allowed the water to heat up whilst she stripped out of her clothes.
Her woollen sweater, shirt, pants and underwear all laid discarded on the floor as she stepped into the now steaming water.
She ran her fingers through her hair, tilting her head back into the water as she rinsed off the remaining shampoo suds from her locks. Her eyes were shut as she slicked her hair back, letting herself think only about how warm and calming the water felt against her skin. It was a welcoming feeling compared to the cold winds that nipped at her body all day.
The dim lighting made it all the more relaxing, a soft yellow glow filling the bathroom, slipping through the glass wall of the shower and becoming even more muted. This, along with the hot water, was incredibly enjoyable.
She hummed softly to herself as she dipped her head further back and bent her arms even more to reach the bottom of her hair.
Hands slipped onto her waist.
The instant she felt the dry hands touch her wet skin, her eyes shot open and she looked at the person in front of her.
It was him.
Her lips parted as she gaped at him, pupils amplifying as her lids opened wider, in complete shock. Her hands immediately went to his broad chest, attempting to push him away from her, with all the strength she could muster. Yet, he barely moved an inch.
“You,” she lifted a hand to point a finger at him, “What… What do you want?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.
He shook his head once, as if he could not understand her audacity, then forcefully grabbed her wrists with his large hands. She gasped and began to trash in his hold, until he slammed her back into the wall so hard that it knocked the breath out of her.
She let out a breathy groan as she tried to regain her breath, her chest rising and falling heaving quickly.
He pinned her hands above her head, slamming them against the tiled wall, and his fingers gripped her wrists so tightly it hurt.
When she noticed he was completely naked, just like her, she screamed and struggled against him. Tears fell from her eyes as he pressed his chest flush against hers. A strangled sob fell from her lips as she writhed against him, desperate to have his hands off of her
“WHO ARE YOU?” she wailed, “GET OFF OF ME!”
He grunted, clearly displeased by her actions, and slapped her cheek harshly, causing her other one to smack the shower wall. She whimpered, her whole body starting to shake as the pain ran through her.
She started to cry, quietly until she could no longer be silent and finally began to sob. Her cries filled the bathroom and she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
He’s going to kill me. Oh, God, no not Bill. Please. Please not Charlotte. My baby… My baby…
“BILL!” she wailed, “BILL, PLEASE!”
The stranger looked at her quivering figure, naked and tense, before snorting, completely annoyed of her antics.
“Oh, fuck off,” he complained.
It was the first time she heard his voice; deep and gruff, tone curt. It was so dark and commanding, unlike Bill’s soft and sweet one. This man’s voice made her feel as like he could dominate her, control her by his own will. It made him even more terrifying.
He abruptly let go over her wrists and she collapsed down on the floor tile, right under the shower head.
She pulled her legs into her chest and placed her head in between her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Bill…” she whimpered, sputtering and shaking despite the hot water that flowed down on her.
She vaguely heard the door shut behind the stranger as he left the bathroom. Yet all she could rationalize was the emotions she felt; panicky, frightened, petrified.
What is happening to me?
Bill leisurely stirred the beef and vegetable stew in a pot on the stove top while Charlotte drew in the living room. The stew was nearly done cooking and he wondered what was taking her so long; she enjoyed long showers, but not to this extent.
The stew was prepared and he had finished setting the table yet she still wasn’t done.
“I’m hungry,” Charlotte complained, wandering into the kitchen to see what was taking so long.
“I know, Sweetie. I’m sure your mother will only be a second,” he told her. Nonetheless, he decided that he should probably check on her, “I’ll be back in a minute. Can you stay here and draw for a bit longer?”
His daughter nodded before running back to her drawings.
He started up the spiral staircase and walked towards the bathroom, wondering why on earth she was taking so long. His long legs carried him down the hall easily.
He heard her voice, it was screaming his name.
Bill yanked the door open with an insurmountable force, the steam hitting him immediately, and he strode in to find her.
His eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.
She was cowering in terror underneath the stream of water, her whole body shaking like a leaf. He heard her muffled weeps and sniffles as she cried into her knees. Never before had she looked so small and broken.
His heart wept; the sight of his wife sobbing uncontrollably in a fetal position made everything inside him hurt.
“Y/N,” he spoke softly, shocked at how tense she looked.
Slowly, she lifted her head from where it was leant on her knees and looked at him, eyes so full of sorrow and pain.
He rushed towards her, slamming the shower knob back down before taking her naked body into his arms. He sat down on the soaking tile, his pants already becoming sodden, and held her tightly against his clothed chest.
She clenched her arms to her chest as his wrapped around her quivering body. She continued to cry.
“He’s here, Bill. He.. came into the shower and… slammed me against the wall,” she sputtered, sniffling every so often.
He held her tighter. Oh, God. What have you done…
“No one’s here, Baby,” he promised her, his voice breaking at the end.
Her eyes sprung opened and he saw the fear in them instantly.
She fervently shook her head, “No, no, no. No, Bill, please. He was here. Please, believe me, Baby. Please.”
He looked down at he sadly, “Baby…”
“Please, Bill, please! He was in the shower with me. Please believe me!” She begged hysterically, sobbing again.
He hugged her tighter, wishing he had the power to do something. He was lost.
“Okay, Baby,” he whispered shakily, a tear slipping down his cheek, “I believe you.”
She only continued to bawl into his chest, her whole body trembling.
He ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re freezing, Baby. Let’s get you dressed,” he spoke gently.
“No… Charlotte, Bill. You have to save her,” she begged, grasping his upper arms tightly.
Unhurriedly, he stood, bringing her trembling body up with him. He still held her in both of his arms, scared that she would collapse if he let go.
“Let’s get you dressed first, okay?” he spoke soothingly, setting her down on the counter beside the sink.
She moved to slip off the granite. “No, Bill. Our baby. You have to save our baby!” she pleaded, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.
Another tear rolled down his strong cheek at the sight of her. “She will be fine. Our baby will be safe,” he swore to her, taking a hold of her shoulders and pushing her back onto the ledge, “she will be fine.”
It was a losing battle that she did not have enough strength to fight, so utterly exhausted.
Silent tears ran down her cheeks as he bent down to pick up her clothes. Carefully, he slipped both of her arms into the sleeves of her oversized plaid flannel. The sight of her breasts eignited a strong sensation of desire deep inside him whenever she had them exposed for him, yet he felt too upset to invest in marvelling at her beauty as he slowly did up the buttons on her shirt. His hands ran over her cool breasts and he looked into her eyes, only to find that them hazy and distant, as if she wasn’t with him.
She looked at him, her cheeks still wet with tears. “I want my baby,” she spoke, her voice flat and monotone.
His eyes welled up as he pulled her grey sweatpants over her dangling legs. “You need to rest. I’ll be with her,” he vowed.
She shook her head, “No. I want to see her.”
“Baby…” he whispered, running his hand down her damp cheek.
He combed his hands through her hair and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“You’ll see her tomorrow. You need to sleep; you’re exhausted,” he told her.
She went silent, her head hung as she stared at the ground.
He sniffled, placing his large hand over his full lips to keep his small cries inside. Taking a deep breath, he placed one arm beneath her knees and the other under her back before pulling her into his arms easily. Her head flopped onto his shoulder and she looked up at him hollowly, her eyes vacant of their usual joy.
He started off to their bedroom, keeping her tightly pressed against his chest, until he reached their bed. He placed her down on their mattress and drew the blankets up her body clothed body.
“Sleep well, Baby,” he said softly.
But she was already asleep.
“Where’s Mommy?” Charlotte immediately questioned her father when he entered the living room alone.
He sighed, sweeping a hand through his hair before looking down at his daughter. “Mommy is very tired. She’s gone to sleep,” he explained, not lying but certainly not speaking the whole truth.
Charlotte’s eyebrows furrowed, “Can I sleep with her?”
Bill shook his head, “No, Sweetie. We’re going to have dinner.”
“What about Mommy?” she fired back.
He really didn’t have the patience for this, but it wasn’t her fault so he took a deep breath. He knelt down in front of his daughter, took her small hands into his large ones and looked her right in the eye.
“Mommy wants you to have dinner. I promise you can see her tomorrow, okay?” he spoke, watching as her slightly angry eyes went soft again.
“Is she okay?” she whispered, so lowly that he almost didn’t hear her.
Bill pulled his daughter into a hug, clutching her little body tightly. “Mommy’s okay, just tired. I promise,” he replied, his lips almost touching her ear.
You stopped in the middle of the hallway and put the laundry basket down. Placing your hand on your back, you blew out a long breath.
“Um, excuse me,” Steve said as he walked toward you. “I don’t think you are supposed to be carrying that sweetheart.”
Smiling at him, you pointed at the basket full of baby clothes. “Care to help then?” He hefted the basket and motioned for you to lead the way. “Don’t tell Bucky. This can just be our little secret.”
He laughed in a short burst, quirking his eyebrow at you, “I should tell him.” He was silent for a moment, making you turn your head to look at him. “He wouldn’t be very happy to know that you were disobeying your bed rest order though.”
You shot him a warning look before opening the door to the nursery. Every time you walked inside this room, you got excited.