Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please
Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader
Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.
My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.
Greased. - Chap.3 - Steve & Bucky x Readers - Series
A/N - I’m so looking forward to writing the next chapter. All feedback is appreciated :) Also requests are always open.
-Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong.50s College AU
Steve x Reader Bucky x OC - Bucky changes now he can brag about sleeping with Rachel. Steve accepts readers proposal of going to the dance together. And Tom finally makes an appearance.
Here you were.. sitting at a diner trying to have a serious conversation with the King of Hell.
Yes.. the king of hell.
Your brothers had quite the past with this demon, you didn’t really have a problem with him. In fact, you found him quite attractive. That accent and the way he went about ruling Hell, he could really put a girl in her place. You bite your lip and force yourself to focus. You and Crowley had to settle this for good.
“Look, flower I’m not handing over the information.” Crowley says once again.
“Crowley, do you think I’m not going to stop demanding you for it?” You question.
maybe demanding for you to do me on this table..
You stop yourself, no! Stop thinking thoughts about him like that.
“Why is this information needed so badly?” Crowley questions.
“Because! Crowley it’s the only way i can take down this son of a bitch.” You say crossing your arms. You find yourself watching the way his lips move and the expressions that cover his face.
I wonder what those lips would feel like against mine.. how they’d feel just slowly pressing against my skin. How rough those hands would feel on my upper thighs gripping them while i grind myself against him. The things i would let the king of hell do to me.. heated sex sessions for days.
You shake your head and go to counter something else but that’s when Crowley continues to speak.
“Flower, you don’t want to follow your brother’s footsteps, look where this got them.” Crowley says soft. He continues to go on and your thoughts wander some more.
What would the King of hell feel like inside of you? His hands trailing your skin, him making you moan his name louder than the screams of tortured souls. Or was he sweet in the sheets? Make sweet love instead.. then move onto the freaky stuff like chains and handcuffs? He could handcuff me to a bed for all i care, anything to show his dominance. I’m yours dear king of hell, show me what it’s like to be fucked senseless.
You find yourself biting your lower lip and that’s when you notice Crowley’s expression.
“What?” You ask. Crowley looks a bit embarrassed.. what did you say? Frowning you wait for him to reply.
“Love, you might want to remember i can hear your thoughts.” Crowley says leaning across the table. You feel your cheeks heat and your eyes drop to your hands in your lap. Crowley reaches across the table and puts a finger under your chin. “Don’t hide those beautiful (y/e/c) eyes from me flower.”
“I’m sorry.” You say soft still staring into his eyes. Crowley frowns and leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips softly. He pulls back as if he was testing things, your eyes open again and you are leaning across the table to kiss him once more. Crowley smirks and meets you halfway.
“Come along love.” Crowley says soft standing. He holds out his hand and you accept it willingly. You can’t help the wicked smile that crosses your lips as Crowley pulls you along. He appears down in hell with you and you are amazed by his bed. Everything was an odd sort of beautiful. You bite your lip and turn to face Crowley. He is watching your every move and you finally break. You are across the small space between you two and kissing him rough. Crowley pulls you up against him and you can feel him against you. You feel him push you back against the wall and you let him. He grabs a handful of you hair and pulls a little to expose your neck better. He kisses along your neck softly and then bites you, he was marking you as his.. which he should know you have been since you first met. You push yourself against him and hear him groan a little in your ear, sending shivers through you. Crowley starts to slowly unbutton your shirt and presses kisses along your skin. Your head falls back against the wall and your eyes close. You feel him push your shirt off your shoulders and in a swift movement he has your bra off. Your eyes open again and Crowley smiles at you. He leans down and kisses you harder this time. He grabs your legs and you willing wrap them around his waist. Crowley grinds himself against you and you moan. Crowley smirks and does it again, you groan again and whimper when he pulls away. You instantly miss the contact, Crowley takes your hand and leads you to the bed. He pushes you down into the silk sheets and unbuttons your pants. He pulls them down gently and discards of them across the room. He kisses his way up your legs causing you to whimper again. Crowley only smiles and continues to your upper thigh. He stops and quickly rips your panties off. You don’t even have time to react to that as he licks up your slit. A moan escapes your mouth. Crowley grins and puts his mouth on you. His tongue moving in certain motions. You writhe under him and grab the sheets. Crowley continues with his tongue and adds a finger. You feel yourself reaching your climax… you finally do and you scream his name. Crowley grins wickedly and removes his pants. “Are you sure you want this my love?”
“Crowley!” You demand. He chuckles and slams himself into you. You scream and he continues to pound into you. You continue to move with him and find the perfect rhythm. “I’m going to come.” You pant.
“Come for me love.” Crowley says kissing your mouth… and you do. Crowley pulls out of you and collapses beside you. You feel him kiss your shoulder and you smile.
“So that happened.” you mumble sleepily.
“It did.” Crowley nods. You move and snuggle up to him, Crowley accepts this and wraps an arm around you. “Will you stay tonight?”
“Mmm, my brothers are probably wondering where i am.” You yawn.
“You are old enough to take care of yourself, stay with me tonight my flower.” Crowley says touching your face softly.
“Okay I’ll stay tonight my king.” You smirk. Crowley chuckles and kisses your lips softly.
“Sleep my beautiful flower, ill watch over you.” Crowley grins and kisses your forehead.
Life can be hell incarnated And even worse than that Death may seem like the only solution When your demons claws your mind
But fight Don’t stop Fight the demons Win over the pain No matter how many cracks you have Find something to fight for No matter how insignificant it may seem to others If it is important to you Then that is all which matters
Fight And never stop Fight even when a bright future seem like but a hopeless dream Because if you keep on fighting you will always have a chance of reaching that future If you give up, your chances will disappear
Fight I believe you can Doesn’t matter if you are somebody I know or not I still believe you can win I will always believe you can win!
I know there are a lot of people who are fighting their own demons. I know I am. And I have my own share of scars. So I felt like drawing this… And testing out a thing as well because ‘ey, why not? Lets see if you figure out what I did. Shouldn’t be way too hard!
But yeah, the text above says it all. I wish I could help everybody. But I can barely even help my friends… Nonetheless I will try to be there for them. And I will try to be there for anybody else who’d ever need it. If I can’t find anything to say, I can at least give you a listening ear and hugs.
You looked down at the white stick in your hand, every emotion going through your body. You sat in the Target toilet stalls waiting for something to happen, wanting for some kind of answer.
Two lines mean yes, one line means no.
Jon was at practice, you hadn’t told him anything yet, you didn’t want to get his, and even yours, hopes up just yet. You had been trying for a baby for nearly a year now, this wasn’t the first time you thought that you could be pregnant.
You put the stick in your lap and checked Instagram, wishing time could go faster in just this moment.
Five minutes pass, the stick is still empty, you’re trying to stay calm.
You look at the time again, ten minutes have passed. You know it’s time, the answer is sitting in your lap, face down.
You let out a sigh as you flip the stick. Two blue lines, your eyes immediately fill with tears. “Oh my god.” You whisper to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief.
“Are you okay, Miss?” A voice says from in front of your stall.
You laugh to yourself, “Oh yes, I’m good. Thank you!” You grab the test and your purse and walk out of the stall, a huge smile on your face. You looked down at the test once more, smiling as you placed it in your purse and washed your hands.
Once you got in the car you called Jon even though you weren’t sure if he’d pick up.
“Hey, babe.” You heard him say, he sounded out of breath.
“Are you busy?” You were sitting in the car, the test back in your hand.
“No, it’s fine.” You heard a few shouts in the background of Jon’s voice, “I’m just about to change then head home, do you need me to get something for dinner?”
A small laugh escaped your lips, “Um, can you get some wine?”
“Wine?” Jon laughed, “Sure, I can do that.” He made a kissing nose over the phone, “I gotta go, babe, but I’ll get the wine and be home in like an hour. I love you.”
“Love you too, Jonny.” You hung up the phone, your cheeks were starting to hurt from the smiling you were doing.
You had one hour to think of a way to tell Jon that you were pregnant. You sat in the car, thinking of a way to surprise him until it finally came to you. You laughed as you started the car and drove to the store in search of a newborn Blackhawks jersey. You searched for the smallest one you could find, it was tiny, you couldn’t believe that you would soon have a baby that would be wearing that.
You left the store and rushed home, hoping to beat Jon. You were so excited to tell him, you could barely hold in your excitement.
“Hey, baby, I got the wine!” You heard Jon yell about ten minutes after you got home. You had wrapped the small jersey and now hid it behind a pillow on your bed.
“Thanks!” You yelled, running into the living room to greet him. His hair was still pretty sweaty, but he still looked gorgeous, he had a bottle of wine in one hand and his phone in the other, a huge smile on his face. You ran up and hugged him, kissing him passionately.
“What’s got you all excited?” He laughed, throwing his phone to the couch and kissing you again.
“Am I not allowed to kiss my beautiful fiance?” You giggled, running your fingers through his damp hair, a soft moan escaped his lips, you giggled quietly, “I love you, Jonny.”
“I love you too.” He whispered, his lips still touching your body. “You didn’t answer my question though, what’s got you so happy?”
“Oh nothing.” You lied, pulling away from his lips and grabbing the bottle of wine. You walked over to the kitchen and state the bottle down, “I ordered us some pizza, it should be here soon.”
“Sounds delicious.” He smiled, “Why’d I pick up wine if we’re eating pizza?” He laughed.
“It’s all about balance, Jonathan. A little bit of fancy, a little bit of casual. It’s how the world works.”
“Your world is weird.” He pulled a two glasses down from the cupboard and opened the wine bottle.
“My world is gonna become your world very soon, boy.”
“It already is.” The doorbell rang, the two of you exchanged smiles. “I’ll get it.” He smiled.
As he made his way to the front door you bolted to the bedroom to get the wrapped jersey, you were so excited you could barely hold it in. You overheard him talking to the pizza delivery guy, you pulled the test out of your purse, placed it in a small gift bag and walked back to the living room. You were sitting on the couch, the box and bag sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You ran over and brought the two glasses of wine for each of you.
“This smells so good.” Jon yelled as he made his way back, “What’s this?” He asked, pointing to the presents, his cheeks turned a light pink.
“Open the pizza box.” You laughed, Jon looked nervous but did as you said.
“Oh my god.” He placed the box down, leaving the lid open. In large bubble letters it wrote “I’M PREGNANT!!!” with pink and blue balloons drawn beside it. “Are you lying?” He laughed, you handed him the small bag. He took the tissue paper and exposed the pregnancy test, tears filled his eyes. “Holy shit, y/n.”
“One more thing, Tazer.” You laughed, tears in your eyes now. You handed him the box, he was sitting beside you now, you could see the excitement in his eyes, the realization that he was going to be a dad.
He opened the box and revealed the small Toews jersey, the smile on his face got even bigger. He turned to you and kisses you passionately, “I love you, y/n. I can’t believe we’re having a baby!” He laughed, looking back at the baby jersey.
“You’re going to be a dad!” You laughed, kissing him again.
I need someone with a critical eye to play test some things for me and give me a fair assessment on their quality for upload. I’m not looking for “atta girls”, I really need a critique. The particular items in question are facial hair.
I gotta be honest, I have been starring at countless revisions of these danged things and at this point I really can’t tell if tjeu are utter crap or not…
How would the Batfamily comfort someone who's sad? (I wanna know if it's anything like what other write because you seem to know everything)
Aw, thanks. I like to act like I know everything, so I’m glad it’s working
Dick: Dick is a listener. He’s empathetic, so he’s good at intuitively understanding what other people are going through. He probably lives his life by imagining himself in other people’s shoes. “If I was in this situation, how would I want to be treated?” Dick is a very observant guy and also a social guy, so when he notices that someone is off, he’s willing to approach them and lend an ear. Dick values privacy and independence, so he won’t pressure people to talk about their problems. He just wants to offer himself to friends so they know it’s an option and then he’ll back off to give them space if they ask for it.
If someone opens up to Dick, he’ll give his objective advice for the situation whether they necessarily want to hear it or not. Dick prides himself on being authentic and honest (so long as his secret identity doesn’t get in the way), so he’ll be upfront and to the point if he thinks it would solve their problem. Dick’s advice is generally accurate since he’s good with people and good at strategizing outcomes. If it’s not a situation that can be solved (like a loved one dying), then Dick will let the person talk, put a hand on their shoulder, offer a hug, etc, depending on their needs. (For example, Bruce and Damian are not people who would want hugs, but someone like Donna might be okay with Dick giving her a long five minute hug while he says comforting things.) I think Dick is very observant and generally knows what different people need, so his method of comforting will change from person to person.
Jason: I think Jason is a man of actions more than words. He’d be kind of uncomfortable with someone pouring their feelings out to him because he wouldn’t know what to say or how to comfort them. He’d be sensitive about wanting to help, but he’d be out of his own comfort zone when it comes to physically or verbally affirming someone. Instead, Jason would strive to help by taking the situation into his own hands. If a poor neighbor mentions that they don’t have enough money to get their kids anything for Christmas and are lamenting about how they’re going to learn Santa isn’t real, I feel like it would stay on Jason’s mind for the next couple days until he buys gifts himself and then leaves them for his neighbor anonymously. (Jason doesn’t seem like the type to like taking credit for things, because then the neighbor would get mushy and keep expressing their gratitude to him, and he doesn’t want to deal with that either.) If a little girl tells Jason that some bad man killed her father, then Jason might take it upon himself to extract revenge for her. Basically, I see Jason as someone who is very empathetic but not good at comforting people directly and being awkward about accepting someone’s gratitude. If Jason is comforting someone over a death, I think he’d be the type to awkwardly pat them on the back because he’s not sure what to do or say. (Meanwhile, he’s already thinking of ways to go after the person responsible.)
Tim: Tim is more logically orientated, so I don’t think he’s quite as good at being sensitive about helping someone compared to Dick. If someone tells Tim their problem, Tim would be upfront about his advice on how to solve it while Dick might be better about wording the same thing in a better way. Tim seems like someone who would have the best intentions in regards to helping someone but might come across the wrong way because he went behind their back to solve it. (Like how Tim went behind Kon’s back with the DNA test. In his eyes, he’s doing a good thing, but it didn’t bode well to Kon because he felt like his privacy was being invaded.) Basically, Tim cares and will strive to solve it, but he’s not always aware of when he’s crossing boundaries to do so. Since Tim is a master hacker and has all these abilities, it probably bothers him to not do something when he knows he can, even if the person would prefer him staying out of their personal affairs. I feel like this sort of thing wouldn’t happen too often, just in special circumstances. Otherwise, Tim would sit with someone, keep his arm around them, listen, etc.
Steph: Steph is very approachable and will engage herself in another person’s problem easily. She’s the type of person to say, “He did what? No way! I’d kick his ass!” which is great, because it shows that she’s actively listening and investing herself in someone else’s life. She’s not really the type to go out and try to solve someone’s problem behind their back, but she is the type to know what someone wants to hear and then say it. If someone is having relationship problems, she’ll go, “I can’t believe she would do that!!” while Dick or Tim might be the ones to objectively point out, “Well, maybe she did that because you did this.” Even if they’re right, it’s not necessarily what you want to hear when you’re upset. Steph is probably the ideal person to comfort you because she’ll empathize and react as if it happened to her too. She’s also very open about hugs and physical gestures of comfort. If she’s comforting someone over a loved one, she’s the type to stay with you all night and might start talking about other things or take you out into the city in order to distract you from the death. She’ll let someone grieve, but after a certain point, she knows when it’s time to get someone back up on their feet
Damian: Obviously Damian is not the best person to go to for comfort. He’ll probably do the opposite and leave you feeling worse than before. Damian is blunt, direct and upfront about what he thinks. If you come to him about a problem and he thinks you’re an idiot, he’ll tell you you’re an idiot. “Someone stole your money? You idiot. Why didn’t you do this…” He’s quick to point out your flaws and how you could have handled it better. If anything, Damian will make you feel more incompetent over a problem. If Damian is actually trying to be sensitive, he’d still probably call you an idiot, but he’d be less vocal about your flaws and how you made the situation worse. If Damian needs to comfort someone over a death, he’d have no clue what to do or say and would probably stay silent or remove himself from the situation.
Babs: Barbara would be sensitive yet logical, so she and Dick are similar in that regard. I feel like Babs is less intuitive on how to physically comfort people like Dick is, but she’d have other ways to make up for it. If Dinah comes to her upset about something, Babs would listen and offer some key phrases and advice to cheer Dinah up. Then once there’s not much left to be said, she’d offer some hot chocolate or other comfort food and then roll into the kitchen while changing the subject to something to lighten the other person up. Babs is the type to suggest they hit the gym to take out their frustrations on a punching bag and probably makes jokes while they do it. If she’s comforting someone over a loved one, I can see them laying their head on her lap or something while she runs her fingers through their hair.
Cass: Cass will listen and is curious about other people in general. She wouldn’t have much to say or know what advice to offer because of her lack of personal experience, but she would read someone’s body language and know how to read between the lines. I feel like Cass would feel a little awkward and underprepared in most situations, but she would excel in the sense that she can tell when someone is upset long before other people can. If she reads a situation in advance, she might approach that person and give brief vague advice, like, “Go to her,” to get across that she understands and has read both sides in order to know what that person should do. If she can’t think of any advice for them, she can place a hand on their shoulder to show that she knows. When comforting over a loved one’s loss, I feel like Cass would devoutly stay with that person for hours. Cass has an unbreakable sense of loyalty to people she cares about, and she would show it by staying near as long as she can without complaint.
Bruce: Bruce cares but is basically helpless when it comes to comforting people because physical and verbal gestures are out of his comfort zone. Since Bruce is a master detective and a master at reading body language and being observant, he’s probably always aware of when something is going on but simply doesn’t comment on it or doesn’t know what to do about it. Bruce is similar to Jason in that he’s a man of action and will try to solve the problem by doing something tangible. In most cases, he won’t let on that he helped because he doesn’t want to deal with the emotions that follow either. Bruce is similar to Tim in that he’ll invade someone’s privacy in order to help, only unlike Tim, he’s less likely to be discovered doing it unless it’s unavoidable. If the person is particularly close to him, Bruce will be more likely to place a comforting hand on their shoulder and offer a few brief words of advice or acknowledgement. In other cases, Bruce might notice a problem and bluntly comment on it whether they asked for it or not, especially if he feels like someone else’s problem is interfering with his work. If Bruce is comforting someone over a death, I imagine he’d just give them plenty of space because it’s what he would personally want. In rare instances, he’ll give them a hug, but this would only happen with very close people and it’d probably be short
It’s with an arching heart and a teary smile on my face that I say a final goodbye to this whole series. It’s been such an amazing journey and this was definitely the kick start of my blog, something I will proudly look back at and smile. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart, I can’t express my happiness for all the readers that have been a part of this. It’s always hard to say goodbye but how am I so blessed to have something so amazing to say goodbye to? I will be missing this, there is no doubt but it’s a miss I can always look back at and relive once again.
Endless thank you’s to all of you. I hope you’ve loved this as much as I have.
All the love, Julie
Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension
”You really were hungry, huh?” You quietly mumbled while rocking back
and forth slowly on the mattress, enjoying the peaceful silence while the faint
sound of people chatting and laughing echoed in the background. Small cute
grunts were coming from William as he peacefully attached to your nipple, having
to wait until you had finished the first part of the dinner before you could
excuse yourself and seek hide into Luke’s old bedroom. It was amazing to see
how much it looked the same. The pink speakers standing by the bookcase above
his bed, the old webcam above his computer and newspaper cutouts from their
first ever gig in the band. It was bringing lots of memories back and right in
the moment you couldn’t stop smiling. “Am I interrupting something?” Looking
towards the door that was half opened by Luke poking his head inside, a sigh
came from your lips and you shook your head. “We just needed a small pause from
everything.” Luke smiled softly by your words and opened the door fully to walk
inside, making sure to shut it in order to avoid the loud noises coming from
his family downstairs. “And also, someone was very hungry.” You added,
caressing your thumb over his forehead and looked over at Luke when he adjusted
his red tie and took a seat beside you on his old bed. You could tell just by
the way he was looking around that memories were floating back to his mind, the
smile on his face only growing when looking over at his bulletin board with old
frames and pictures. “You remember that?” He pointed carefully and you followed
his finger. “That picture was taken on Christmas Eve, 2003.” A wide smile came
to your face by the memory, the picture being you and Luke wearing Christmas
hats that were definitely too big for your heads. “We were so determined to
celebrate Christmas together that our parents had to host a brunch in the
morning to make sure we would at least be together and decorate a Christmas
tree.” Luke nodded his head in agreement and leaned his head against yours,
looking down at your son for a short moment before he pressed his lips against
your forehead. “My mum just mentioned from that day she was sure we would end
up together. She mentioned that I had used literally three weeks trying to save
up for this fluffy seal from the kids store but I never managed to buy it.” Your
eyes widened by his explanation, seeing him fiddle with your baby blanket and a
blush came to his cheeks. “Kind of lame, right?” “No.” You replied in a soft
tone, smiling up at him while continuing to caress your son’s forehead. “It’s
really cute. You never told me that.” He looked down at his lap while smiling,
the blush on his cheeks only increasing by you keeping on staring at him. It
was such a sweet gesture, especially because you weren’t that old back then. “I
actually bought you a Christmas present.” He announced, changing the subject,
but before you could protest saying that you had been agreeing that you
wouldn’t give each other presents, he silenced you. “I know that we agreed not
to do this but I don’t care. The past year has been somehow a rollercoaster for
us and you’ve been such a fighter I couldn’t be more proud of you. You gave me
the gift of an amazingly healthy baby boy that I don’t think I’ll ever be able
to thank you enough for. You’re my star, you’re the girl I want to spend with
for the rest of my life. So I bought you something not only you can enjoy, but
also something our son can.” It was a suspicious smile that came to your face by
his words but it only became wider when Luke pulled up a toy seal he had been
hiding under the sheets, and to see your reaction he couldn’t stop laughing. “I
hope it’s acceptable, beautiful. I can’t believe this is our first actual
Christmas together. I love you.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder
to pull you closer, making sure that he wouldn’t disturb the breastfeeding.
Looking up at him with a warm smile lingering on your face you couldn’t stop
giggling because of his cute behavior, this was so typical Luke, it was so
typical your best friendship, your relationship and your new way of being
parents. “I love you too, Luke. Thank you for the best Christmas of my life so
far shared with happy memories and loved ones.” You whispered, already smiling
into the kiss that he had pulled you into and started to giggle, affecting him
and messing up the kiss completely.
“You gotta open ours, you gotta open ours!” The boys chanted in between
each other, creating a horrible mess of different voices yelling in the tour
bus and confusion written on Alex’ face by the sounds. He couldn’t even
understand which uncle to look at, his Calum orbs looking between Michael and
Luke who definitely seemed to be yelling the loudest. “If you don’t open ours
now we won’t shut out mouths before the end of this tour.” Ashton chirped in
over the noise and gave a more peaceful tone back into the otherwise really
small kitchen. With all the decorations, the Christmas tree standing in the
middle of the table along with Christmas presents everywhere and food, it was
quiet difficult to even go to the bathroom. Even the whole floor was filled
with wrapping paper from when you had been opening your presents, being too
lazy from eating to find a black bag and put everything into it. It almost
looked worse than New Year’s Eve and you hadn’t even gotten to that yet. “Which
one is from all of you?” You questioned while scanning the kitchen counter with
presents, definitely assuming it was the biggest one of them all, being
horribly packed in and if you thought back you remembered Luke had been the one
to do it in the back ‘secretly’. “Of course it’s the big one!” Michael
exclaimed too impatient to wait for you to stand up and get it so he pushed
past Luke in the small booth to hurry towards it, not spilling a single second
before it was placed right in front of your faces. Calum’s eyes widened as well
by the sudden action, his tongue resting between his lips and a skeptical
expression taking over his beautiful face features. It wasn’t a shock that he
was very curious about the gift, yet, also very nervous because when it came to
the boys and their credit cards, he had a small fear inside of him. You on the
other hand were just as excited as Michael was from getting it open, taking
Alex from Calum’s lap so he could help open the presents. Being five months old
and all that didn’t really mean he understood what was going on, but he was
definitely good at reaching out to take off some of the paper and put it into
his mouth. It was almost as if the boys were too impatient with the unwrapping,
Michael’s foot tapping up and down against the table and making everything
shake. You were still left confused when getting the package open completely,
seeing a big brown box without any direction to what it was or some sort of
font. “It’s a baby swing!” Ashton cheered as the first one and reversed the box
180 degrees, allowing you both to see the large picture of a baby blue swing
printed on. “We’ve already tested it out and hung up hooks between the bunks so
we can hang it up every time we want.” Luke explained and stood up from his
seat along with the others, already having the package opened again and the
blue swing being pulled up along with Styrofoam. You barely got a word said
before Michael had taken Alex out of Calum’s hands to test it out, eyes wide to
the new sudden thing making you and Calum sit for a short moment to take
everything that had just happened. “Should we see?” He questioned after a minute
of staring at each other, a smile growing on his face and gently tucked on your
hand. You both moved out from the booth and pushed past the scattered papers to
get to where the others were, seeing how they had already hung up the swing and
prepared Alex for it. You stood quietly while watching, hands coming up to
touch your chin as they placed him down on the swing carefully to make sure no
injuries would happen, and the biggest smile came to his face when Michael
slowly started to swing it back and forth. “Oh my god,” Your voice was small
but Calum still heard. “He loves it.” A deep chuckle came from him in
agreement, a hand coming down to touch the smaller part of your back, tucking
you into his warm chest. “I told you I would do everything to make it the best
Christmas possible.” Removing your eyes from the cute little scene in front of
you your eyes met with his. His cheeks were rosy from the heat inside yet he
had the biggest smile so far on his face. It was contagious and when he placed
his lips against your forehead you couldn’t stop doing it yourself. He was
right. What a blessing Christmas.
“She has really gotten into this crawling thing, hasn’t she?” Karen
commented and scanned Celeste wiggling her body back and forth towards her toy
blanket, a large red bow on top of her head making a mini ponytail of the dark
blonde hair she had. You removed your eyes from the plate of Christmas cooking
in front of you to take a look towards where Celeste was heading, smiling
softly and giggled out loud. “It’s this new talent she has picked up. I don’t
know how she does it but every day she gets better and better. At first she
only moved her bum but now she has taught herself to use both arms and legs to
move forward. We need to make some serious baby changes at home because she
picks up everything now including the guitar picks hidden under the couch.” Karen
smiled joyfully by your words, watching as Celeste once again tried to crawl
towards the Christmas tree, Michael grabbing her and placing her back right in
front of him where he was sitting on the carpet. “Maybe you should start
cleaning up your mess, son.” Michael’s father commented with a smirk on his
face, looking over at his son with a teasing smile but Michael shook his head. “Don’t
worry dad that I’ve got all the control I need. See?” Michael smirked and
grabbed Celeste once again when she tried to crawl, holding her against her
will and placed her back on his lap. It was this new game they had created,
Michael being the most amused. He had decided having the Celeste crawling duty
call, hurrying towards wherever she heads, it was such a good thing you had
gotten plastic ornaments because otherwise they would have fallen down from the
tree and crash the second her small hand would wrap around a spruce. “Just let
her, Michael.” His grandmother commented from the kitchen next to you, taking
out a large Christmas ham with honey that she had been preparing all morning.
“No because if I do she’ll start opening every single present that she can come
near. I don’t know who taught her that but it might be the beautiful lady
standing next to you.” Your cheeks blushed in a deep shade of red when all eyes
fell on you. “I’m sorry but I gave in this morning. We’re giving her so many
presents so it’s okay that she opened one this morning!” “Which have made her
completely obsessed.” Michael finished for you, his eyes glancing towards the
presents before his grandmother spoke up again. “Just give her the silver
package over there, it’s a small one and it’ll keep her entertained.” Michael
nodded his head in okay and let go of Celeste, but also making sure that she
would be crawling the right direction. “It’s been a while since we’ve had kids
at Christmas Eve but I was prepared.” She nudged your shoulder with a wink when
walking past you to place the ham onto the nicely decorated Christmas table,
the rest of Michael’s relatives sitting and chatting or watching Celeste head
towards the wrong package. “No not that one, this one princess.” Michael
removed her again so she was heading the right direction, changing course from
being towards a big one to the rather small silver one. It was like time froze
completely as you watched them, leaning your body against the doorframe to the
living room and sighed softly. This was perfect. This was all you wanted for
her, for you as a little family. First Christmas was a special thing, you had
always been reading that on websites for young mothers and just in general. The
books said it, even Michael’s mother commented on it. Celeste might not be able
to remember anything of it but there would be pictures, movies and frames for
her to watch and enjoy when she would become older. All those memories that you
could think back to, a night that was so simple yet so perfect you wouldn’t
have it any other way. The way she was looking up so amazingly happy at her father
as they partnered up to open the silver package seemed like the most exciting
thing ever, she didn’t even care what was in it, she just enjoyed the fun of
it. You had almost zoned out completely but that was when you caught eye
contact with Michael, the smile growing on his face when you realized you had
been zoning out on him. He was holding onto Celeste while she had whatever present
in her hand that seemed like a stuffed toy, eyes so smiley like his face you
couldn’t stop doing it yourself. “Merry Christmas gorgeous.” He mouthed,
looking between the two of you ever so lovingly. “Both of you. My princesses.”
“Well first of all I’d like to welcome you all, thank you for showing up
today. I know some of you have travelled far considering we live at the east
coast, but we appreciate every single one of you here.” Ashton had a glass in
his hand while the other was holding onto your shoulder indicating that he was
speaking for the both of you, the twins placed in each their baby chairs by the
end of the table. Lauren was sitting on the other side so she could make sure
Cloe wouldn’t fall down, playing with a piece of toy to distract her from what
else was going on. “And I sure hope this is gonna be the best Christmas Eve
you’ve been to as this is the first one Y/N and I are hosting. We’ve always
been at my mum’s so we sincerely hope we can live up to her standards. Cheers
and dig in. We’re not letting you out until everything is eaten.” Ashton rose
the glass of champagne in the air along with everyone else around the massively
long table that seemed to cover up your whole living room, you were amazed how
you had managed to decorate it. “Nice speech.” You grinned when he took a seat
back at his chair, a sigh coming from his lips and he looked down at you almost
as if he hadn’t heard you. “What? Oh yeah it was amazing wasn’t it?” He
sarcastically replied but still smiled all over his face, kissing your cheek
gently. “You can practice every year, from now on you’ll be the host until one
of the others get kids.” His mom commented while sipping on her glass of red
wine, laughing all over her face by Ashton’s reaction. “Well I certainly hope
one of the others get triplets then because otherwise I can’t see any reason to
it.” He picked up a few potatoes with the spoon that had been passed by to him,
making sure to put a few on your plates too before passing it by to his uncle.
“Otherwise you can let the Mrs. do it.” Lauren commented with spoon in her
hand, feeding Cloe with some porridge. “No, no I’ll let the Mr. Irwin do that,
he did it perfectly fine.” You mumbled with wide eyes, giggling when Ashton
decided to pinch your side and accepted bread being served in a basket. “We’ll
do it together.” Ashton stated with a nod, looking down at you in confirm and
you hummed in agreement, giving in. “I mean, I think we can survive everything.
We managed to make the twins and they seem to work it out pretty well. I’m
proud of us.” He said more quietly, leaning his lips against your hair so you
were able to hear what he had to say. “I’m also very proud of us. We finally
got the life we’ve always wanted when we were young. Remember how we used to
play all this out in your old playhouse? Now it’s suddenly reality.” You
whispered back, seeing how his face expression changed slowly, the dimple in
his cheek becoming deeper the wider he smiled. “I can’t believe this is it.” He
ran a hand through his curly locks and took a look around, his smile becoming
even wider when he saw how everyone was having a good time. His family was
having fun, laughing at each other and having a good time. The Christmas tree
was sparkling in the background with the beautifully lights turned on, the
stocking of the twins names along with yours hanging above the bonfire. He had
to take a moment to just appreciate everything going on around him because if
he looked back years ago he wouldn’t have imagined it. He had wished for
nothing else but this for Christmas and after years of pay off, he suddenly had
all he ever wanted in life. The perfect night, the perfect kids and the best
wife he could wish for. “I’m so happy I don’t even know how to describe it.” He
whispered back after zoning out completely, his tongue resting between his lips
looking down at you. “I’m happy too.” You replied, leaning your head against
his shoulder and just heard everything around you. It had been harsh planning
all of this especially with the twins but you managed to get through it to
perfection. You really needed a nap after this but now you just needed to enjoy
the perfect moment. And your head lifted when Ashton clinked against his
champagne glass once again, catching everyone’s attention. “This just gonna be
the last one I promise.” He giggled and grinned contagiously. “But I just
wanted to say this from the heart. Thank you and a Merry Christmas. This
wouldn’t be anything without any of you. My wonderful