Watching Black Fork was heartbreaking but rewardingly amazing. Of course the insane chemistry as always and their characters’ story was heartbreakingly beautiful. I love them.
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It’s been a while!
Feels good to finally share this one. 🫶🏻🫶🏻
There’s a hunger in the way he moves now, years of restraint shattering like glass. His hands roam, not in a rush, but like he’s memorizing her, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine. Every touch feels like he's confessing, saying, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve loved you for so long.
Natasha feels like she’s burning, unraveling under the press of his body and the way his lips move against hers. Every brush of his fingers sends a spark through her so intense that she can barely fight back the rush of emotion threatening to break free.
It takes a moment, but she realizes that she knew it would be like this. Because that’s who they are — who they’ve always been — to each other. They’re like magnets, drawn together in a way that has always felt inevitable.
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Steve and Nat waiting for the staff to update their married surnames for their IDs at the Secretary of State but having a hard time as they are not only enhanced but legally dead, making it…complicated
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A/N: Yeah I’m as pissed as everyone else is about this recent news. Low-key felt it coming with the whole baby storyline but also HATE that we won’t get to explore Kev in fatherhood. Lots of emotions to be felt especially since we won’t get a whole season of him either. Will definitely keep supporting LaRoyce elsewhere ofc. Anyways! Let’s make this happy even if this may flop.
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: STRAWBERRY: For A to pick a basket of strawberries for B. Better yet, for the couple to go picking strawberries together. + 17. pastel skies and paperback love + 19. I forgave the summer for being brief—because it gave me you.
WARNINGS: softness/fluff, humor, reader has a AFRO, hint of a steamy moment, & parenthood.
<- read my previous anthology prompt here.
𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.
“You know we’re just doin’ this for fun right?” Kevin calls out to you, not far from where you sat in the strawberry field, “the last thing we need is anybody getting sick because people aren’t being compensated to do their jobs. And don’t let me catch you or “Yaya” sneaking some behind my back either.”
A scoff immediately escapes you as you look up and over at your husband from underneath your mountain of a fro, your eldest child, Yara, pulling at the leaves in between you.
As if this wasn’t his idea back in June when the summer first hit.
Things can change…but you always preferred to see things through.
“Oh. Are we being monitored, officer?”
Kevin dips his head as he lightly rolls the stroller that contains your youngest back and forth in front of him, “That’s right. Last i checked, berries wasn’t on the list of safe fruits right now. Matter of fact, I should call up a health inspector in this city to come through.”
“Don’t.” You hiss, pushing off your ankles (knowing you’ll regret that later) to get to your feet, “Start nothing, Kevin Ladell Atwater. We’re on vacation.”
In Carlsbad, California to be exact.
It was between here and Florida to be honest. Kevin wasn’t big on flying—he even considered driving but you persuaded that it would be somewhat easier with an antsy five year old and a clingy, yet sensitive two year old to just hop on a flight.
Which was easy for you to say, considering you had six years experience being a flight attendant once upon a time.
Kevin blinks, “So that means I gotta stop doing my duty as a husband and a father?”
“Here you go.” You mutter, dusting remains of grass off the back of your thighs, then bend to pick up the crate of red berries you collected, making your way to the middle to see your five year old’s progress, “Wow, Yaya! You have mommy beat. Good job, pretty girl.”
The perfect combination of you and Kevin grins right up at you, though the gummy smile belongs entirely to her father. Her two coarse puffs were full and reached towards the softening sun.
“Tanks, mommy!” She says in her high-pitched tone, bouncing on her feet.
Kevin chims in, “Yeah, you’re doing real well, peanut. Just remember what daddy said, no bite until clean.”
With the crate in one of your hands and balancing it against your hip you send the man a warning look before gently resting a hand down on Yaya’s shoulder.
This was not the time to ruin the vibe—even if you knew Kevin had the right to be concerned with all these recalls and virus outbreaks because of the food lately.
You just wanted to create memorable experiences for your kids even if Kevin was definitely being a typical dad about it all.
“Tell daddy this isn’t Halloween.” You whisper down to Yaya, who turns to repeat back to the brown skinned man.
Kevin looks up from his now pulled out phone at you two, “I know what season it is. And I don’t regret checking all the candy either. My mom checked mine back in the day, so imma do the same for as long as we go trick or treatin’.”
He was right.
People could be so vile.
You definitely remember one of your cousins biting into a blade when you were around eleven. Which turned you away from chocolate for good.
Can we say trauma?
“And stay eating up all the best candy too.” You tease, helping Yaya pick up her mini basket and making sure she could hold it properly.
Kevin lightly shrugs, “Sharing is caring.”
You roll your eyes, puffing out a laugh as you and your five year old meet Kevin and your sleeping baby boy, Azari.
As the Atwater family you’ve spent a nice amount of time out and about today, peeking to see what time it is on Kevin’s phone before nudging your head that you were ready to call it.
Kevin does a U-turn with the stroller, pocketing his phone, then takes the small basket from Yaya to rest along the top of the stroller. Once it was balanced enough, he spreads his fingers out, reaching down to hold Yaya’s hand and steering the stroller with the other.
It’s the perfect picture.
As if you haven’t taken loads since you arrived on the property but nonetheless, Kevin stops at the right moment, encouraging Yaya to, “Look at mommy for the thousandth time today and say cheese,” to add more to your photos of adventure.
Smiling softly at the capture, you dip your head, shoving your phone back into your olive cargo shorts, then spin around, hiking the carton of strawberries up against your hip and lead the way through the fields towards the main shop.
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When you get back to the Airbnb, it’s teamwork getting Yaya and a fussy, “Zari,” bathed and into bed. By the time you finished exploring the strawberries and checking out the shop, you spent over fifteen minutes inside of the rental car trying to pick a spot to have dinner, with a suddenly awakened Zari letting you both know how he truly felt about it.
The boy could put you two through it.
It was always a case of terrible two’s (before he even arrived two years around the sun) with the kid…but of course you didn’t love him any less.
So you claimed…
That’s a joke y’all!
Promise.
Didn’t mean Zari never had the power to tire you out though.
Kevin managed to talk him down calmly as always when you couldn’t get through to him.
Once Kevin let you know Zari was finally down, he told you he was finally gonna jump in the shower, leaving you on the balcony as you tended to your scrap book with pastel orange sickle skies.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t start to doze off…even with the mocktail you concocted to give you a bit of strength to take on the battle that is bedtime for the kids.
Crickets chirped into the warm evening while the breeze carried hints of ocean spray and cedar.
Although you’ve moved away from Chicago to Ohio going on about six months now, it always felt good to get away. Without constantly worrying about the fear of starting over. To go where no one knows your name or your story, becoming just another face in a relaxed but lively town.
And you weren’t doing it alone.
You built a whole family you weren’t sure you’d ever have.
But you did.
They were yours.
You’re awakened by the touch of his fingertips.
Heat.
Delicate.
Before they’re firm enough to grip your bare thigh.
Kevin had to make sure that you always knew he was there.
Which apparently included squeezing your meat because Jill Scott said something about it once…or at least that’s how Kevin interpreted it.
Your eyes slowly peel open to your husband gently taking your tortoise glass away from you to place far from your ajar scrapbook.
Sitting up straight so you don’t get a further crick in your neck, you lean back, peeking up at the handsome man who’s grinning down at you.
“Uh huh, Caught you Slippin’ like you always do me.” He speaks, smelling of fresh soap and a pinch of musk while he takes a seat beside you on the edge of the outdoor furniture.
His elbows dig into his knees, holding onto the baby monitor while glancing at the tablet which stood on the table behind the scrapbook you were working on. It had the view of both Yara sleeping in a twin sized bed, hands locked securely around her stuffed sheep, Sheepa, and Zari was also resting in toddler made bed near by.
“It’s only one picture in there. Specifically on the plane when you swore you weren’t gonna fall asleep.” You inform with a croak, resting one arm along the top of the two-seater as you peer at the back of Kevin, humor still in your tone.
Kevin gives you a flat look over his shoulder, “You know blackmailing an officer is a serious offense, don’t you?”
Breathing out a laugh as your response, you keep your head propped up against your hand.
Soon Kevin decides to lean back and you don’t hesitate to make room for him.
His head rests against your collarbone, your fingertips move around his head to run your fingers from the facial hair on his jaw up to his temple repeatedly.
He’s studying the view while you’re taking in the weight of him.
Then he shifts to rest his ear lower, against your chest.
He listens.
Kevin picks up on the rhythmic drumming and it’s sudden racing.
“You good?” He leans back, brown hues meeting yours.
Your hand finds his cheek, steering him back to your chest, shushing him and Kevin can’t help but to smirk.
“I still got it don’t I?”
A roll of your eyes can’t help but to be present.
“I felt that.” Kevin points out, not having to lift his head once more.
You laugh because of course he did.
Then he’s moving again, sitting up and cupping your cheek.
He’s tugging your mouth to his and you swear it’s new years again.
You meet his pace.
Slow yet passionate at first.
You’re gripping his bicep.
He’s leaning further into you that you’re nearly pressed back against the pillows along the arm of the chair.
Kevin tastes like what a husband should.
Devoted.
And then he does that little humming bit that has you breaking away to catch your breath, although you feel something else throb.
His forehead knocks against yours.
“Man…if I wasn’t so tired, I’d take you right here on this couch.”
You bite back a grin, nodding and having the same desire.
“I know…” you peck his lips but he doesn’t let you pull back, making sure his plump lips linger.
They always do.
“I love you.” You breathe Kevin in before reassuring, “I had fun today.”
Kevin chuckles, watching you continue to fight to keep your eyes open. “Even with my, imaginary berry laws?”
Words you threw at him when he put the vinegar soaking berries in the sink; then underneath some forensic blue lights that you were not aware he packed.
“Even then.”
He pulls back to press a kiss to your forehead, “Good. Glad to know you still luh me especially when I’m on your nerves.”
“Ain’t much of a secret, Mr. Atwater.”
“Clock this—as you say: I love you too, Mrs. Atwater.”
“I know.”
“I know you know.” Kevin answers, “I just want you to hear it for the rest of your life.”
A smile stretches across your face until you’re lying against each other.
Kevin knows you should both head inside before the night fully takes over, but he can’t help relishing the tiny fire still burning in your chest.
Even after all this time.
Your bodies seem to react to small bouts of intimacy.
Kevin Atwater wouldn’t dare complain.
𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.
Returning back to life in Ohio…
To routine.
To embracing quality time.
To supporting each other’s careers.
To parenting.
To checking in with oneself and coming back as one…
The days tend to blend together, sometimes in a blur, sometimes in dread, and often times of joy…
YOU LEARN TO FORGIVE SUMMER FOR BEING BRIEF, as you lovingly watch the man you chose, bond with the two little lives you created together as soon as he got home on the floor of your shared living room.
Kevin definitely feels the burn of your stare while he held a giggling Yaya up in the air, pretending to drop her towards him so he can repeatedly tackle her face with kisses.
When his arms get tired and Yaya busies herself playing with her little brother close by, Kevin lounges on the rug, teeth over his bottom lip in thought as he watches the two for a bit until he meets your stare from the open concept kitchen.
Summer was fading…
Yet Kevin’s doe eyes said the same thing as yours.
Life gave him you.
It had been just as generous to you.
So he’ll take every season for what it is.
He matches your smile from across the home.
No hesitation.
𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. ˖°𓇼⋆ 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.
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I also don’t see why anti-Aang folk need to build this rivalry/rift between him and Zuko, when both of them are integral to the overall plot of the show. And all this over a dumb fanon love triangle that never existed in the actual show.
Not to mention, Zuko is Aang’s biggest supporter, next to Katara. He would flat out kick the ass of anyone who talks badly about him the way antis do.
