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The Bridge (When Paths Cross Pt. IX, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.6k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: The next morning. A surprise meeting and a long-anticipated conversation.

Chapter Warnings: no porn only plot, angsty fluff, spanish nicknames, idiots in love, references to suicide, death/references to death (external character).

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It’s a very sleepy, stress free morning that starts perfectly - with you waking up in Javi’s arms. You don’t think either of you moved, hardly an inch, over the course of the evening. Chucho is up early to take care of the cattle, which leaves you two with an empty house and… well, virtually nothing to do to fill the time. You can only hope that he’ll be willing to talk to you, to have a real conversation about all of this mess you’ve been stewing in over the course of the week.

You’re in the kitchen with Javier, moving around him as you set out to make a pot of coffee. It’s a well-rehearsed dance at this point - you make the coffee, Javi makes the pancakes, one of few actual meals he knows how to put together. You move wordlessly around one another for a long while, and its Javi is the one who breaks the silence partway through the morning meal you’ve been preparing together.

“Care to go for a ride with me?”

“A ride?” You question.

“Yeah. Take the horses, go for the day. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

You look over at him eagerly and you agree, of course. How could you ever say no? You’re still not sure where the two of you stand in all of this, and a conversation still hasn’t happened yet, but you figure this might be the best opportunity you have available to get him talking.

After you have your pancakes and coffee, you set out to gather up what supplies you’ll need for the day. You haven’t been on a ride this long before, so you pester Javi about what it is exactly that you need to bring. You pack yourselves a couple of sandwiches and a few drinks, stash them in a bag on Javi’s horse’s saddle, and head out to your destination which is… you’re not even sure where it is. The ranch is too big to be able to easily navigate on your own, so you just trust Javi and trot along behind him.

It’s peaceful, silent even, as you ride along one of the cow paths that laces through the massive property. When you come to a large clearing, one you’re not quite sure you’ve seen before, he slows, coming up next to you as your horses continue along.

He turns to you with an easy smile and announces, “I wanna take you to visit my mama.”

You’re shocked, to say the least. Shocked, confused, surprised, and, admittedly, a little bit concerned. Javi has never once spoken about his mother. You never asked, never pushed, because you figured it would’ve come up by now if he wanted to talk about it. You also figured he’d tell you the story of why she wasn’t around eventually, so you didn’t want to push or overstep. There were plenty of other things to talk about in the meantime.

But now, staring back at his timid but eager expression, you’re lost thinking about it. Who is she? What is she like? Will she even like you? You can feel a pit of nervousness boiling in your stomach, starting to worry already about how this might go.

But more importantly, you’re stuck on the why. Why now, of all moments, would he introduce you to his mother? After the biggest fight you’ve ever had, after literally walking out on him the other night, after Javi virtually admitted to you that you didn’t have a future together.

”Your mother?”

It’s all you can manage to say in response, taken aback so sharply by the suggestion. He nods back at you and his smile turns somber as he looks back into the seemingly empty distance in front of you.

“Not too much longer, cariño. We’ll be there soon.” He takes off on a trot again, back into the lead between the two of you. Following diligently, you watch as different gated pastures and trees and orchards pass by - some in better repair than others. You’ve only been out this far once, when Chucho gave you the official tour so long ago, now. You realize it must be a lot for Chucho to have been managing all of this on his own for so long, impossible to keep up with even the daily maintenance it would’ve required. You’re glad Javi is home to help. Chucho needs it.

You continue for some time, past the boundaries of what felt to have at least a modicum of familiarity to you. You didn’t realize how far the property went, sprawling in either direction along the river’s edge. Eventually, Javi slows once again, and you pull up next to him, watching as he dismounts with a graceful ease that you know you can’t replicate. You jump off as well, and he leads the horses over to a tree where they can graze freely while you’re here.

Looking around, you’re confused. There’s no house, or building anywhere around you. You can’t imagine where someone would live all the way out here, so you wonder if perhaps you’re making a pitstop somewhere else first. Javi breaks you out of your reverie when he reaches over, hesitantly, and laces his fingers between yours, ending with a heavy squeeze of your palm. Javi’s fingers tap lightly against the back of your hand as he leads you into the field just up ahead, and that’s when you finally see it. A few hundred yards in front of you, a large billowing tree filled with beautiful full green leaves overshadows a few small stones - they’re headstones, you realize.

Suddenly everything clicks into place. Why you’ve never been out here before, why there was no building around, why this seemed like such an odd place to meet Javi’s mother.

Javi’s brought you to his family cemetery.

Your chest tightens immediately and a lump gets stuck in your throat as you piece it all together. The only thing you can think to do is squeeze his hand with your own, pulling it into your chest so that you can hold it with both of yours for a moment. He turns, glancing over at you with a look of gentle concern, and he can see the tears welling in your eyes that threaten to spill over.

“I’m sorry if I’ve never talked about her before. It’s… hard to talk about.” You nod back at him and offer him another light squeeze before releasing his hand back into the grasp of only one of yours.

“Don’t apologize for that. You don’t need to.” He nods back at you and you fall into an easy silence as you walk the remaining distance to the headstones, just three of them placed around the tree. Two, toward the back, look older - you figure they must be a set of grandparents or similar - and another one, newer, but still well worn, sits in front. He leads you to it and stares down at the stone. You read it once, then twice, and another five or six times until it finally sinks in. She was 43, and Javi was only 19 when he lost her. You can’t begin to imagine how traumatic that must have been.

He releases your hand, then, and takes a moment to smooth out his pants first, then his shirt, pushing his hands into the pockets, like he’s trying to make sure he looks presentable enough. The tears that were brimming at your water lines slip past the barrier and roll down your cheeks when he finally speaks up.

“Hey, mami. I know it’s been a while.” Your gaze flicks from the headstone to the side of Javi’s face, another few stray tears falling from your lashes. “Just wanted you to meet this one over here.” He reaches for your hand again, clasping it tightly with his own, bringing it up to his lips to kiss for a moment before he tells her your name, and introduces you as ‘his girl.’

You smile at that. There wasn’t another word for it that worked better. Girlfriend didn’t feel right. Too juvenile, not serious enough. But you weren’t anything more than that either, not yet. It warms your heart to know that he still thinks of you that way, even after everything. Especially after the way that you walked out on him the last time you were here.

Javi starts to speak, then, like he’s talking to someone right in front of him. “I miss you. Bad. All the time. I’m sorry I don’t visit like I used to. It’s been too painful. Easier to just run away, I think. But I wanted you to meet her. Needed you to, I think.” You blink back some more tears and just let him speak, watching as he gets down onto his knees and sits back on his heels. “I hope you’re proud of me. I know I’m not so proud of me most days anymore, but I hope you are. I only ever wanted to make you happy. I miss you.”

Raising his fingers to his mouth, Javi presses a kiss to them before placing his hand gently on the earth in front of him. “I love you, mami,” he adds before standing. He pulls you in front of him, then, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he buries his face into the side of your neck. You can feel his heavy breathing and the way his breath breaks, like he’s holding back his own tears. There’s nothing you can do but hold tightly to him and let him ride it out however he needs to, so you do exactly that.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, staring, with Javi’s strong arms wrapped tightly around you, when he finally releases his crushing grip and stands at your side once more. Reaching for your hand again, he turns and leads you back toward the horses in silence before you take a seat together beneath the tree he had them lashed to. It’s a long ways away now, but your eyes keep darting to the headstones at the base of that tree as you sit in silence. You can’t help but wonder so many things about it, how it happened, why, why here, why now.

Javi scoots in close to you and leans his head against yours, turning to press a kiss to your forehead briefly before he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry to surprise you with this.” You sigh softly and turn so that you can look him properly in the eyes.

“No, Javi… don’t. Don’t apologize. Not for this.” He nods back at you and closes his eyes, pinching at the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb for a moment.

“I just… this is really hard for me. Trying to force myself to open up about it. But I want you to know. I need you to, I think.” You try to offer him the easiest smile you can manage, eyes softening as you reach out to place a palm gently on the side of his cheek. You can't help it but to use your thumb to smooth out a few stray mustache hairs, while you’re at it.

“Okay. Then I’m listening,” you finally respond. Javi takes a long, slow breath, looking up at the sky as he exhales before looking back down to you. He starts, slowly, like he’s thinking about each and every word as he speaks.

“My mom was the love of my life. She was… everything. My whole world. But she, um…” He clears his throat, shaking his head as he looks over toward you. “Sorry. Didn’t think this would be as hard to talk about after all these years.” He pauses for a moment longer as he blinks a few times, shaking his head softly. “My parents loved each other more than I’ve ever seen anyone love another person. Ever. It was so clear to everyone who came around them. And when she…”

His eyes flutter closed and he drops his head, taking another deep breath, almost like it pains him to do so. You can see the agony on his face, in his body posture. It’s everywhere. “When she left us, everything shattered. And I… well, I promised myself I’d do anything in my power not to feel that kind of pain again. Even if it meant pushing people away, running away. All of these things you’ve seen me do now… that Pops has had to watch me do time and time again. Everything that happened in Colombia. I thought it would be easier.”

Inching closer to him, you reach out timidly for his hand, lacing your fingers together as you offer him whatever gentle affections you can without breaking his train of thought.

“But then you showed up, and you rocked my entire world. Everything I had demanded, decided for myself, suddenly felt wrong, and I was afraid. I was afraid and so I pushed you away, trying not to let myself fall into it. But I did, anyway. You made it impossible not to.” You just smile back at him, thumb rubbing along the back of his palm.

“I’m scared, muñeca. Absolutely fucking terrified of feeling all of this all over again. Whether it's now, or ten years from now, I know it’s coming. And I don’t know if I can take it.” He shakes his head more viscerally this time, looking at you then, pleading silently. “No. I know I can’t.

“Baby…” You can’t help but answer him, try to offer him some amount of reassurance. “You’re putting on the brakes for something that you can’t even see. Something that might not even happen.” His eyes close again and he drops his head, squeezing your hand softly once.

“I know. Logically, I know that. But I can’t make that fear go away. It’s just always… there.” You sigh and cock your head to the side, hoping to get a look at his face, but you can’t manage it.

“Can you look at me, Javi?” His head lifts, eyes watery as he looks at you with the softest, most somber expression you’ve ever seen on this so often so cocky and sure of himself kind of man. You have a million things to say, but you want him to have the chance to talk through things first, before you start. So you try to open with an easy question, or so you think. “Can I… Can I ask what happened to her?”

He stares at you for a long moment before he lets out a deep breath and his lips part like he’s going to speak. There’s a tense silence between you before he begins. “She… took her own life. She never left a note, or anything. Just… did it. Left me and Pops alone to fend for ourselves.” Your eyes widen and your heart absolutely shatters for him, reaching for his other hand so you have both in your own, now.

“Javi… oh God, I’m so sorry. I can’t… I can’t even imagine.” He nods and offers you an uneasy smile as a tear slips down his cheek.

“I know. It's okay.” He reaches out with a gentle hand to wipe away the tears from your face, and you do the same for him, both of you smiling sadly at each other for the moment. “I don’t mean to be such a sap,” he adds.

“That kind of hurt doesn’t just go away, Javi. It’s okay to be a sap about it, to still feel it so viscerally.” He takes a second to think about it before he answers.

“I know. That’s kind of my point. I feel it every single day. Every time I think about her, I feel it over and over again. It’s less than it used to be, that pain has faded a little bit, but it's still there. And I can’t… I just can’t imagine going through it again. So I thought if I made these rules for myself, if I didn’t let myself get into the kind of situation where I’d have to feel that kind of pain again, that things would be easier. No strings, no attachments, just me and my own sanity, you know?” You nod, starting to understand why he’s built these walls around himself so thickly, with such tough and seemingly unbreakable materials. It’s all starting to finally make sense to you.

“Yeah, I get it. It’s a coping mechanism. Just… a really long-term one, right?” He nods affirmatively and gives your hands a little squeeze.

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

“And you’re telling me this to… explain why you won’t think about the things I asked you? Or- are you…” You can’t manage to get yourself to speak the words. Luckily, Javi swoops in and speaks them for you.

“Yes and no. Yes, because that’s why I said the things that I did. That’s the reason. No, because I… well… fuck. You, uh… you managed to burrow yourself in there pretty deep already. And the thought of losing you right now is killing me. It’s killing me. It feels almost as bad as when I lost my mom, it’s just different. And I can’t do it. I can’t lose you, not now.” His eyes are still watery as he speaks, and all you want to do is lean in and kiss the tears away, but you know better than to do that. You have to have this conversation, first.

“I understand. At least I think I do. And I’m sorry, Javi, for storming out like I did. That wasn’t right of me.” You know he’s not the only one at fault here, your reaction not being the best, either, however warranted it may have felt at the time.

“No, no… I wasn’t treating you right. You had every right to walk out on me, cariño. I shouldn’t have been acting like that.” You nod and sigh, one hand reaching out to card softly through his hair, behind his ear, before it comes to rest in your lap once again.

“You can’t just dictate things at me like that again, though. It’s not okay. This is a partnership, right? Between the two of us? We need to talk about things, talk about our wants and desires and make choices that let us both compromise a little. Make each other happy, you know?” He nods, face falling slightly.

“I know, I know. I do. I didn’t do a good job of that. I shouldn’t have ever just blurted that all out at you and then not been willing to talk about it. That was fucked up.” You smile, sitting up a little taller before you continue.

“I was wrong, too, though. Storming out when things get tough doesn’t work, either. We’ll never get anywhere if that’s my response. It was a bad reaction on my part.” He chuckles lightly and offers you a half-smile.

“Kind of warranted though, wasn’t it?” You laugh nervously for a moment and then shake your head vigorously.

“No, not to that degree. I totally lost it.” He nods, understanding what you mean, luckily.

“Alright. How about we start this over? Can I ask that of you?”

“Of course, you can. We can do this - we can figure this out. I know it.” Your face is hopeful as you look at him, wishing for him to be willing to level with you, for you both to be able to move on and keep growing from this.

“Yeah. I like that plan.” A heavy breath releases that you weren’t aware you were holding back, and it feels like the world has left your shoulders. You’re not sure how you expected this conversation to go. Likely, badly, if you’re just being honest with yourself. And the truth of the matter is that it’s gone a lot better than you expected it to. You feel lucky. Not everyone would be willing to open up to you in the way Javi just has. And you feel honored - honored to know, honored to be a part of his and of Chucho’s lives. You didn’t realize before just how much you want that.

“I’m sorry, cariño. I’m so sorry,” Javi adds.

“I’m sorry, too,” you counter.

There’s an easy silence between the two of you as you sit and just look at each other for a long while. His fingertips roam the backs of your palms and your thumbs brush softly across the backs of his. You let yourselves just bather in the long moment of silence before you continue. There’s one more hint on your mind that you have to know, have to get off of your chest.

“So can we… can we talk about that stuff? It doesn’t need to be now. Just… sometime.” He nods, reaching for the sides of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It’s the lightest, most gentle kiss you think you’ve ever had - lips barely grazing over one another’s, just enough to know that you’re both there, together.

“Yes. Te prometo, muñeca. Juntos. We’ll make those decisions as a couple, I swear it.” You smile back at him and sit up slightly, your hands overlapping his on your face. “Together, this time. No unilateral decisions from either of us, okay? I promise.”

“Okay, Javi. I promise, too. Together.”

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A/N: So I know this was an intense one. I took a LOT of inspiration from some of the things Pedro has talked about regarding his own mother in this, so I'm curious if anyone picked up on that. This is the last fluff/angst chapter for now - back to our regularly scheduled smutting and fluffing soon, I promise!

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Dear Frankie Chapter Seven Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: A weekend away, leads to the next steps in the relationship

Words: 6754 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina. I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there. Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have. But it's fan fiction and there are no rules. While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. I am horrible at SMUT writing, sooooo...yeah Another A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting to this story, I started a full time job at most of you know and when I did, I didn’t realize that full time meant 50-60 hours a week. It’s been a lot and I am trying to get some more written, thank you for staying with me and now that I have figured out this work full stuff I hope to get back to writing some more.

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

-November 2012-

Try as you might Frankie, you will never be able to convince me that doughnuts are better than pancakes. The argument that they have frosting doesn’t work…who says you can’t put frosting on pancakes?

I still can’t believe that you are with me, with everything that happened over the summer. You always have said that you are the lucky one, but Frankie with how you treat me, with how you love me…I am the lucky one

It was the second week in November, you had been busy with work and Frankie had been swamped with his own. A new recruitment class had just joined the ranks and he was busy teaching the new pilots. You missed him and when the two of you finally had a ‘Frankie Friday’ to be able to spend together you made sure to do things right. Tyler showed you a quick and easy Chicken Tortilla Soup recipe. You stood in front of the stove stirring the pot of hot liquid when a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, Frankie rests his chin on your shoulder. Squeezing you and placing a kiss on your cheek “this smells amazing Estrella” you smile and lean back into him “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smile and nod your head in agreement, “gotta keep you fed somehow”, the two of you haven’t tried since that night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you really did. But something always felt off, felt forced almost. Not on Frankie’s part, but on your own. You were getting to the point where you just wanted to get it done and over with. Dinner was done, dishes sitting on the drying rack and the leftover soup placed in the fridge in a tupperware bowl with Frankie’s name written on it. Your feet up on the couch, curled into Frankie’s side as the two of you watch some comedy movie. These nights with you help Frankie forget the negative in the world and he wants nothing more than to laugh and see you smile.

“Hey, what are you doing next weekend? I know we’ve been busy with work…and the holiday is coming up” he asks while his fingers mindlessly rub on and down your bare arm “…but do you wanna…”

“Yes” you say before he even finishes. He chuckles

“I didn’t even finish what I was going to ask you, it could have been dangerous, or another wedding. I know how much you love those”

“Is it another wedding?” You ask and he shakes his head “then bring on the danger Pilot Morales”

“Warrant Officer,” he corrects you “adding Pilot my last name doesn’t make me official” he laughs and you shrug your shoulders and curl back into his side, head resting against him. Hand resting on his stomach, thumb rubbing against his soft gray shirt and you turn your attention back to the movie. He clears his throat, “you wanna go away with me for the weekend? Just the two of us…”

“Where?” you ask

You pull up to what looks like a mansion. A white stone front, with large wooden doors greet you, the backdrop of the mountains make it look like something out of a fairytale movie. Frankie kills the truck engine and you stare at the place you will be spending the next two days with your jaw dropped, not understanding how he was able to not only find this place but how he was able to afford it. You’ve seen places like this for rent before and knew it wasn’t cheap by any means especially around the holidays. You feel Frankie’s thick fingers under your chin gently push up, closing your mouth “...how…” you ask

“Eh, I know a guy” he smiles at you before leaning in to kiss you

“Oh, you just know a guy and you thought I was one with the mafia connection…you not telling me something Morales?” his hand moves from under your jaw, wrapping his fingers in your hair and holding your head in place as he kisses you slowly making you completely forget the question

“You said you wanted a little danger” his lips move over yours as he speaks, “do you wanna go inside?” you nod and quickly kiss him again

Frankie opens his door, making his way over to you, He takes your hand as he helps you out of the truck. Grabbing the two bags in the bed of the truck he follows you up to the front doors. His bag slung over his shoulder, the handles of your small bag wrapped around his hand, he reaches in gray sweat jacket and pulls out the key. Unlocking the large wooden door he pushes it open, you stand in awe of the house that lays in front of you. “It’s even better on the inside…” he whispers into your ear and you turn to look at him “after you” he nods his head towards the large open room. You bite your bottom lip and step inside. To the right of the door is what you can only imagine was a home office or library, books like all four walls. A grand staircase in the center of the room, walking past the stairs leads to a fireplace along the back wall. The family room on the right with a U-Shaped couch, facing a large picture frame window with the mountainous landscape. Who needs a TV with a few like this. On the left was a kitchen that any chef would dream for. Large fridge, a six-burner gas stove, two ovens and something that you knew was for pasta water but you didn’t know the correct term for. The large farm sink with its own window, and a center island big enough for ten people. Your jaw drops again, “who’s this guy you know?” You turn to face Frankie who set the bags down at the base of the stairs, shrugging his shoulders as he walks over to you

“Just a guy…really. It’s not a big deal” he places his hand on your lower back and kisses your cheek, “but if you think this is impressive. You should take a look at the bedroom”

“Upstairs?” you ask

“Upstairs…” he confirms and you run up the circular staircase leading to what find is the only room at the top of the stars

Sliding open the barn door for the room, you almost faint at the beauty of the master bedroom. The room is larger than your entire downstairs studio apartment back in town. Floor to ceiling glass windows stretch the entire space. A large circle skylight that almost stretches from wall to wall has the room lit up with the setting sun. A king sized bed with dark blue sheets sits in the middle of the room under the skylight. You stand there in awe, Frankie’s footsteps behind you, climbing the stairs with your bags. Who was this guy and how the hell did Frankie know him? Part of you wondered…while the other part of you tried to commit every detail of this beautiful room to memory. Frankie sets your bags on the bench at the end of the bed.

“This place is insane…” you shake your head still unable to believe it

“Why don’t you get comfortable, unpack…I’ll go get some dinner started” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead

“Since when do you cook?” You laugh

It wasn’t that Frankie didn’t cook, he did. He just didn’t like to, he knew the basics and was able to make more than just Mac and Cheese but in all the time you knew him he rarely cooked. He pulls back, still holding your waist smiling, “as a beautiful woman once told me…I gotta keep you fed some how”

You put your hand over his goofy smile and playfully push him away, “I can’t with you sometimes you know that” you shake your head smiling

“You love me…” when you don’t say anything his statement turns into a question “…wait you love me right?”

“I’ll let you know after dinner”

Frankie puts out his bottom lips, looking at you like a wounded puppy. Those big brown eyes of his almost breaking you, you shake your head and smile, “fine…I love you” you pat his check and the smile that grows you swear could light up the whole damn city. He does a little fist pump and heads towards the open door and makes his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. You shake your head, laughing to yourself and you make your way to unzip your bag.

You pull out a little yellow satin lingerie pajama dress. Thin yellow straps, with a deep v-neck line, the straps criss-cross in the back in a corset type style. The dress ends on your upper thigh, and you know the moment you bend over, your dress will leave nothing to the imagination in the backside. The dress has two slits on the sides, you wondered what they were for when there was so little fabric to begin with. You slide on the yellow satin shorts that you found to match. Before leaving you have an internal debate with yourself if you should wear this for dinner. Your hair down, falling over your shoulders and you stop at the threshold of the door. “Do it Frankie will think it’s sexy and have you then and there. Your the only dinner he’ll need” a voice says in your head, “don’t you want this…” it says again when you turn around and find the sleep shorts you brought with you. Sliding them up and tucking in the little bit of dress that was exposed. “What are you doing…” the voice gets louder when you put on a hoodie. You check the mirror and make sure your little yellow dress was hidden, and throw your hair up in a messy bun on top of your head.

Making your way down the stairs and towards the kitchen the smell of Italian food fills your nose. Turning the corner you see candles sitting on the kitchen island, a bowl of salad sitting there with two wine glasses and a bottle of rosé. Frankie’s back to you as he stirs something on the stove top. How long had you been standing upstairs arguing with yourself about what to wear, it was nowhere near long enough for him to whip this meal up was it?

“Are you making risotto?!” You ask

“Yes?” He inflection makes his answer sound like a question and you raise an eyebrow at him “yes” he says again more confidently and stands up a little straighter, shoulders back and proud of himself

“Mmmhmm” you hum and move to a bar stool at the island reaching into the salad bowl stealing a crouton “you just happened to learn how to make a mushroom risotto”

“For you, I’d learn anything…” he looks over his shoulder to see you smirk and roll your eyes “...and maybe I stopped by Gio’s and picked some up before this weekend” he chuckled turning off the stove top and dishing two plates that he had set on on the counter next to him

“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek as his sets the plate down in front of you “and thank you for this”

A weekend away with you, was exactly what I needed. Get away from everything at home and it just be us. The trip started perfectly, an incredible house, the perfect man next to me and my favorite dinner. I would be lying to you if I didn’t tell you I was still terrified of the next step, but Frankie I am ready…I am ready for you. I love you more than I think was ever possible. The, I mean our first time may not have been exactly the way either of us envisioned it but it was nothing short of memory making.

Your back is against the armrest of the sofa, legs draped over Frankie’s lap. One arm of his rest on the back of the sofa, the other over your legs. His hand rubbing up and down your thigh. His legs were bouncing and you could tell there was something he was waiting to say. There had been a movie playing on the TV but all you could focus on was Frankie and the inner debate he seemed to be having with himself. Was this what you looked like upstairs debating on wearing your sexy little sleepwear down stairs for dinner?

“Hey…” you pause when he looks over at you “are you ok?”

He takes a deep breath, “I…you. Ok” he pauses and takes a deep breath “I mean you kinda already are, but do you think you might want to move in with me?”

“Really?” you ask with a bit of shock, you had been spending as much time as you could with him. At least when your schedules allowed for it. He looks away from you and down to his hand that now sits still on your thigh “hey…hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” you reach for his face, turning him gently to look at you. Your thumb rubbing along his jaw.

He moves his hand, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a silver key, a little heart shaped charm attached to it. You look down at the key, then back up to him, pulling his face towards you and kissing him with as much passion as you could. Fingers moving to his hair and holding him in place. You can feel the cold metal of the key resting on your thigh, pulling away just enough to be able to speak, “yes, Frankie” you smile against him before kissing him again. The Key flattens against your leg, Frankie pulling you closer to him, giving himself the room to lay you down, back against the cushions. The hand he had on the back of the couch now holds most of his body weight above you, he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing along yours. The key falls in between your leg and the cushions when he moves his hand up your thigh sliding it under the hoodie you had been wearing and rubbing along the silk of the sexy lingerie pajamas you had been hiding.

He lifts the hoodie a little further before your hand catches his wrist and stops his movements. To try and make it seem a little less awkward and not that you don’t want to take the next step you move your hand to lace your fingers with his. Feeling the bulge in his jeans pressed against you, you turn your head to catch your breath. Frankie kissing you on the check, your jaw, then your ear. His teeth biting the lobe, “do you want to take this upstairs?” his voice a low and deep whisper, your brain forgetting how to speak. You nod your head, the scruff on his face tickles as you turn carefully to look at him. His soft brown eyes turning dark, filled with lust and you want nothing more than to let him take you to bed.

Sitting up, you slide your legs off Frankie. He offers you his hand when he stands up fully, wrapping your fingers around his, he pulls you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your head against his chest. Breathing in a scent that is uniquely him. Coffee, Fennel and something that you can not describe. It’s sweet but with a hint of spice and when you smell it, it smells like home. His hands slide down your back and over your ass, grabbing it and slowly leading you backwards towards the stairs. Your hands work their way to wrap around his neck, he leans back lifting your feet off the ground. Silently telling you to wrap your legs around his waist, when you do you feel his hands wrap around your thighs holding you to him and he begins to walk up the stairs. When you feel him stop, you slowly unwrap your legs from him, feet finding the cold hard wood floor or the bedroom. He cages you against the wall, lips attached to yours while his hand fumbles around for a switch. He finally finds the switch he was looking for and a fire comes to life along the one wall that isn’t lined with glass windows.

His your hands slide down his chest, finding the zipper to his grey hoodie. Pulling it down and opening it up to his soft red shirt underneath. His hands move to your waist and start to slide under again, feeling the silk below. He pulls back an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk on his face. “What’s this…” he questions as part of the yellow fabric becomes more exposed. You bite your lip, and pull his face back towards you, hoping that kissing him he’d forget the question. You know how the story ends, he will eventually see it when he starts to undress you. But you’d rather have his lips and attention focused on kissing you instead of what you are wearing.

You push on his chest, getting him to walk backwards towards the bed. For not knowing the layout of the room you were very successful in leading him to the bed. His legs hit the bed, one hand moving from your waist to brace himself as he sits on the edge. Your legs move to straddle him, sitting on his lap continuing the kiss. His hands reach again for your hoodie, lifting it up inch by inch. More of the silky yellow fabric becoming exposed, he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to rip the hoodie over your head. His eyes drift down, seeing the helicopter charm resting against your chest, they continue down when he sees the sexy little number you had hidden. His hands on your waist, thumbs stroking your hips, licking his lips, continuing to drink the sight of you in. “Were you gonna wear this to dinner?” he asks you. You nod your head, your eyes looking down avoiding the look he’s giving you “it’s a good thing you didn’t…we never would have made it through the meal if you did”

He lets you slide the jacket off his shoulders, your hands shaking as you reach for the hem of his shirt. His hands hold your wrist and help you lift the shirt over his head. You throw it behind you, your eyes still on his. Hands gripping in his broad shoulders, leaning back to kiss him. Your hips begin to rock against him, Frankie’s hands on your waist almost encouraging you to continue. When you break the kiss for a moment to catch your breath you hear him ask ‘are you sure?’

“Yes, Frankie…I, I’m ready” you smile, your thumb brushing over his lips “I love you”

He kisses your thumb, smiling and nodding his head in agreement. The hands holding your waist move wrapping his arms around you, flipping you to your back. He stands next to the bed, propping yourself up in on elbows you reach for his belt “mmm not yet, this is about you” he motions for you to lay your head on the pillows, he follows laying next to you. His fingers pick up the charm resting between your breasts, his dark eyes focused on you. You reach up to cup his check and gently tuck a little curl behind his ear. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against your lips while his fingers trail down stopping when he reaches the waistband of your shorts. His thumb sliding underneath “may I?”

You nod your head, instead of sliding your shorts off his fingers trail down further, through the curly hair there. His lips back on yours, moving slowly while his finger slips through your folds to find you already drenched waiting for him. His long calloused middle finger rubbing circles on your clit, you moan against his lips. Frankie carefully slides his finger down, towards your entrance when your hand flies to his bicep gripping it tightly. Pulling him away from this kiss thinking he had done something wrong, his finger stops moving and he brings his hand out of your shorts “are you ok? I…is this…I” he deep voice stuttering

“No, no keep going. I just wasn’t…please do it again?” You nod your head “I just wasn’t expecting it…”

“Ok…” he agrees, he slides his hand back, fingers making the same path as before. His eyes locked on to yours making sure that you are ok. He begins to slide in his finger and you bite your bottom lip, he inches in it slowly watching your face closing your eyes and the furrow between your brow relaxing he leans back down, kissing you gently and beginning to work his finger in and out of you. The grip on his bicep relaxes your hand moving to his neck, fingers threading three his hair when he moves his lips to the nook of your neck. Letting out a moan when his tongue licks a sensitive part there.

“Are you ok?” He breathes against your skin

“Mmmmhmmm” you hum nodding your head and you can feel the grin on his face against your skin

“I’m gonna add another one ok?” He waits for your response, when you tell him ok he slips in another finger working you open. Preparing you to be ready for him and the next step

Mi Pescado, My love…so this is what you meant by preparing me first. I knew you had to be good with your hands. You are a skilled pilot after all but I had no idea you could play me like an instrument. I’ve tried this before but you are making me feel things I never had imagined.

“Oooo” you moan against his neck “Frraaaankie” your fingers tighten his is hair a low moan escaping his lips that are still latched to your neck while his fingers continue to work in and out of you. Curling and rubbing against the most delicious spot

“Come for me Mi Estrella…” his lips brush against your ear, teeth pulling on your lobe

Your eyes closed, head tilted back, hips rocking against the palm of his hand while his fingers kept working.

Every cliché sounded exactly like that, a cliché. But Frankie, you made fireworks explode…waves crash on the beach…lava erupting from a volcano…and had the world stopping for just a moment.

Your breathing fast, heart racing out of your chest. Eyes closed as you try to bring yourself back to earth. Frankie’s fingers now move slower, drawing out the incredible feeling of floating on air. Your fingers loosen around the dark locks. You open your eyes to see him, a smile on his face, eyes sparkling like the embers of the fireplace in the room. Fingertips massaging the back of his neck and you can’t help the post-orgasm smile on your face.

“I love you,” he tells you leaning down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then giving you a quick kiss to the lips “so much”

You push some curls back off his forehead, fingers trailing down behind his ear. Over the scruff on his jawline, following it down to his chin. Catching it between your thumb and fingers you pull him back in for a kiss, “I love you” you murmur against his lips

Moving his body he positions himself over you, your legs spreading to let him fit. Sitting up, he reaches for the hem of the silk dress. He begins to pull it up, you sit up letting him pull it over your head. His eyes roam down your bare chest, hands moving down the side of your body. Hands stopping at your hips, thumb brushing the soft, sensitive skin there. Biting the inside of his cheek and shaking his head, almost in disbelief. “How did I get so lucky?” he says to himself “so beautiful”

Your hands work to undo his belt buckle, forehead resting against his. Your breathing picking up in anticipation of the next steps “then why don’t you finish your meal, Francisco” you say as seductively as you can with your heartbeat rising. Remembering the night he told you he didn’t prepare you first, that the night when everything went wrong he blamed himself.

“Yes ma’am, gladly” he smirks, he stands to remove his pants the rest of the way. Before dropping them to the floor he reaches in his pocket, trying to find the little foil rapper. You slide off your now soaked underwear and shorts throwing them on the other side of the bed, “shit…shit” you hear him turning your attention back towards the now naked man sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows on his knees, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other over his face.

“Frankie?” you say softly, moving your body towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder, his head shaking in disappointment

“I thought I had…I don’t, the condom fell out” he manages to finally say looking at you. His dark brown eyes, the once lustful look now replaced with sadness

“It’s ok…we…” you put your hand on his cheek “I trust you” leaning in to kiss his shoulder, then his cheek, finding his lips “I trust you” you say again.

Your eyes locking onto his; you take his hands and move them to your body, hands wrap around his neck guiding him back to the bed. Back to the position you had left. His forearm resting next to you holding his body weight off you. His other hand moves to his cock, stroking himself a few times before sliding the tip between your folds. You hold your breath when you feel tip notch at your entrance, “hey…hey breathe, ok” his voice concerned trying to guide you through this “just focus on me” you nod your head taking a deep breath.

He pushes in a bit further when you take your breath, moaning at the stretch. Your eyes closed, Frankie’s lips brush over your ear “ok?” he asks, and you nod. Fingers threading through his hair tugging on it “yes” you whisper and he inches further. Stopping again to let you adjust before he pushes further. The little tugs of his hair and air little moans encourage him to continue until he is fully in. You open your eyes, feeling that he had stopped moving, the feeling of him completely pushed up against you. The coarse hairs pressed to each other. “Ok?” He asks you again

“Yes,” you smile at him “I love you”

“I love you too” he leans down slowly kissing you. Staying still is hard for him, his cock twitching and begging for him to move. It’s taking every bit of his strength to not pull out and slam back into you. “I’m gonna move now, If you need…”

“You to stop, tell you. Frankie, I trust you” you press your thumb over his lips. You roll your hips trying to create friction. You don’t know what made you do it, or how you knew to do it. Frankie grunts when you roll your hips again.

Frankie starts to pull out, just enough to push back in. Small thrusts to start with, letting you feel him, giving you the chance to tell him to stop if you need to. Your small moans encourage him to continue to pull out further. His hand slides down your thigh, hooking around your knee and moving your leg up a little higher on his hips giving him a new angle. Your nails scratch down his back leaving your own mark on him, while his tongue and lips leave their own on your neck.

“Oooo ooooh…” you breathe out, each snap of his hips brings out a new sound. His pace quickens, he wanted to hold back to go slow but you felt to good and it had been so long since he felt like this “Frrrrammmm”

“Ok…is..too…much…” each word leaves his mouth with a thrust, lips against your skin. His head buried in your neck, his cock buried deep in your cunt.

“Mmm it’s good” you tilt your head further back. Back arching while Frankie buried himself deeper. Legs tightening around him, your toes curling. He had found a spot inside of you that is setting your skin a blaze, a fire quickly building deep within you. “Frrraaankie….hmmm” you moan again

His hips snapping harder, the pace picking up, sweet dripping down his body onto yours. He adjusts himself so he’s thrusting even deeper than before. His hand moves to hold the headboard, gripping onto it to help hold him above your body. Your toes curling more, hips moving with his, your hand trying to find something to hold on to. His grunts are only matched with your moans, skin slapping against skin. Your hand moves from his back and flies to grip the headboard when you lost control of the fire, a full blown inferno now.

“Shhhhit….Oh god…Fffff” you walls clench around him, the damn burst and you come around him. Frankie chasing his own high, his head high above you know looking down on the beautiful faces you make as you fall over the edge. The hand not hold the headboard moves to your waist and down your leg that had he clenched around him. Moving your leg to open you up and thrust harder and faster.

“Where?” He snarls, the chords in his neck tightening and his teeth grit together “I…need…to…”

“Whhhat?” You ask as he snaps his hips again

“Can…I…shiiiit” he can barely get the words out and you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You barely had enough time to say “inside” when warm fills you again.

His toes curl, his breathing heavy and eyes closed. Ropes of his seed continue to flow, the once calculated and precision thrusts have slowed. Now longer slamming back into you, but gently sliding in and out. Frankie’s arm is growing tired and he lays his body weight on to you. The two of you are breathing heavily, his warm damp skin laying on top of yours. Your fingers massage the back of his head, puffs of hot air against your neck and his thick cock still pulses inside of you. His body begins to relax the more you play with his hair, your own breathing starting to even out. His face towards you, hot puffs of air hit your cheek. A stark contrast to the cold tear that falls from your eye that you know he feels. You don’t have to say anything before a barely there kiss is placed to your temple, then catching the next tear before it falls.

“Shit, baby…I…I am sooo, are you ok?” he lifts his head, regaining strength he lefts the top of his body off of yours, your hands moving with him “did I hurt you” he slides out of you as carefully as he can. A hand holding your wrist, while the other cups your face

You swallow hard and shake your head, “I’m ok Frankie…I just, I’m sorry” you say quietly. You know the sex didn’t seem to last long, it seemed to be over quicker then you had hoped for. You know his experience and are sure that this wasn’t as good for him as he has had in the past. “I’m…”

“Why are you sorry?” his thumb stroking your cheekbone, and a hand on your hip. The fire behind him and the sweet shine off his body making him look like a Greek God “you have nothing to be sorry for”

“It didn’t…I didn’t, was it? Was I ok?” you finally manage to ask him, sitting up. His hand still holding your hip, the hand on your face cradling the back of your neck “did you enjoy it?”

“Did I enjoy it?” He asks, there was a tone to his voice you had never heard before. A mix of annoyance and saddens “of course I did, so it did last long. That doesn’t matter. What matters is how I feel about you and how I feel when I’m with you. And I love you, I love you more than I ever thought was possible”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting on his shoulder. Your hands run down his back, kissing his shoulder and pulling away to look at him.

The fact was, it wasn’t like how I pictured it. It wasn’t like how they made it seem to be in the movies. I didn’t know what I was doing, and as much as I trusted you I was terrified. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky to have someone as understanding and wonderful as you. But, Frankie, I love you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me.

“Maybe we can try it again?” you ask a shy smile toying at your lips

“Of course, we can. I mean practice does make perfect”

You hear the fire crackling, you open your eyes slowly. Frankie’s bare back facing you from the end of the bed, holding a guitar he had found in the room. Fingers gently brushing against the strings, turning the tuning pegs until he finds the right tone. Carefully sliding the sheets off your naked body you crawl on the bed to him. Kissing his shoulder, your hand rubs up and down his back and you sit close, watching his thumb move over the strings again.

“I didn’t know you played guitar” you chin resting on his shoulder

“I am a man of many hidden talents” he smiles leaning his head towards you

“Play me something?” you ask

“I’m really not that good, I just…sometimes while away…I” he starts

You could always tell when he was starting to get nervous, he hands were busy otherwise you know he would be rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding all eye contact with you. You lift your head and place a kiss on his cheek, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Please?” you ask again.

He nods, and begins playing a song you don’t know the melody to. His eyes focused on what his hands were doing, his tongues peaking out of his lips in concentration. After a few chords you start to recognize, ‘I wanna know what love is…” you hum “I want you to show me” you say out loud. You can see the smile grow on his face. After he had finished the few last chords of the chorus he stops playing, turning his head towards you

“That's all I know. I told you I wasn’t really that good” he sets the guitar down, his hand moving to cup your face, “however, this one one more hidden talent I need to show you”

It takes your mind a moment to register where this was going, his eyes looking up and down your naked body, a devilish grin on his face as he leans in to kiss you. Using all tongue your brain finally figures it out. You pull away, catching your breath, “oh, that talent…” you smile.

“Mmmmhmm” he nods his head in agreement

“Ok, Catfish…show me”

The sun was beating down on your bare back, the skylight above the bed letting you know the morning had come. Your hand running along the empty space next to you. The spot now cold, your eyes fly open wondering where he could have gone, he didn’t…no why would he? You shake the thought as soon as it comes to you. Sitting up, a slight pain, yet pleasure runs between your legs. You look at his pillow, finding a rose and a yellow sticky note. You reach for the flower first and bring it to your nose, setting it on your lap you reach for the yellow paper. Frankie’s handwriting and a small hand drawn heart in the corner

Estrella,

I thank my lucky stars everyday that you came into my life. Whenever the skies get to dark and the world feels like it’s caving in. You are there, a light in my darkness. Remember that I love you and that will never change

-Frankie

You twirl the flower in your finger, a smile lingering on your face as his voice reads the letter in your mind again. ‘I love you and that will never change’ Frankie was a once in a lifetime kind of man, even after a year of being together you know he is the one for you. You move your legs to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the floor. You slowly walk to the bathroom, feeling him with every step you take.

You stop in front of the large mirror above the vanity and sinks. The movie at least got something right, you had a glow about you. Your lips still slightly swollen from kissing Frankie, your hair a mess, Frankie had left a trail of hickeys down your neck and scattered throughout your body. You follow them down to your hips where a small bruise was. You brush a finger over it and flashbacks of Frankie grabbing your waist tightly as he chased his high for the 4th time that night. Or was it morning?

You freshen up, turning the light off in the bathroom you gingerly walk back in the bedroom and try to find your clothes from the night before. Then you see his grey sweat zip up jacket. A little light and a devilish grin spreads across your face. You slide it on and zip it up just enough to cover your lower half. You push the sleeves up so hands are free and you make your way down the stairs finding Frankie wearing his tight red boxer briefs in the kitchen once again.

You don’t try to be sneaky, you know with that military training he could hear you coming no matter how hard you tried to be silent. Your arms wrap around his waist, while he flips the pancake. Kissing his back, “you know, you're too good to me?”

He places the last pancake on a plate. Turning off the stove and facing you, “well I gotta keep you feed some how” he grins “good morning”

“Morning” you reply before he leans down to kiss you “thank you for the flower”

He nods, fingers playing with the zipper resting just below your chest. Slowly moving you back towards the kitchen island. Your hands holding his waist just above the band of his boxer briefs. Nose running along yours, your breath catches when he pulls the zipper down exposing your bare body to him. Hands sliding to hold your hips under the grey fabric, lips finding yours in an unrushed kiss, taking his time making you feel every ounce of love he has for you. Your smile gives him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, pulling your body closer to his when he does. Your stomach growls, causing him to pull back and chuckle. “Someone really is hungry…”

“Shut up”

You push him away, and walk the few steps to grab the plate that he put the pancakes on. The slight twinge of pain is still there when you walk, and you already know that Frankie knows. His face says it all when you turn back to him. “Did I hurt you, I knew I should have stopped…it was to much for the first time” he shakes his head

“Frankie, hey…hey I’m ok. Really, I’m fine. Great actually” you were. You weren’t lying, you did feel great. Sure maybe you should have stopped after the 4th time but you wanted him more than anything and he did say practice makes perfect

Frankie, my Francisco…mi Pescado, thank you. Thank you for being patient, thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for taking your time with me that night. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for being my Francisco. I don’t know what this next step of our journey will hold but I can not wait for you to be the last and first thing I see everyday.

I love you

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 10 months

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Preparing for the wedding

Annabeth woke up before her alarm. She was laying her head on Percy’s chest, who was still asleep. His arm was on her waist holding her close even when they were sleeping. She was so in love with him. It was a big problem. One day he was getting on her nerves and the other they were getting married. The events of the past few days were playing in her mind again and again. From Thalia bailing the wedding 4 days ago as she was stranded in Alaska to her younger brothers flying earlier to surprise her and Rachel never leaving her side as she helped her handle every crisis that came up.

The Thalia part had hurt her a lot. She was her first friend, and she wasn’t going to show up on her wedding day. Percy had suggested to wait a few days if that would made her feel better, but she didn’t want to wait any longer to get married to him. Even with the cost of Thalia. She was tired of waiting for her to show up. This time it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t wait around. They had gone for the separate ways, and it was probably for the best.

Bobby and Matthew showing up was a pleasant surprise that made her feel better about the whole Thalia situation. Since she had gone to college in California and spent time with her brothers she realised how much they had in common. They opened up to her and after Annabeth moved back to New York they never lost touch again. She had even managed to make amends with her stepmother. The past few years definitely looked great to her. No more Gods or monsters, just her, healing all of her past wounds and making her 7 year old proud of how far she had come.

She was deep in thought when she felt Percy waking up. He brushed his arm on her lower back and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning, love of my life. How long have you been awake for?”

“5 minutes? Maybe less.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow. Do you realise that?” Percy said with excitement in his raspy morning voice.

“I haven’t fully grasped it yet, but I’m getting there. We have a lot of things to do today. With everyone arriving at the venue and everything. Rachel is coming over at 8 to pick up some things.”

“Don’t worry about Rachel. She has her own keys. We have to get her a really good gift. After everything.”

“I’ll think about something.”

“Maybe our first born.” Percy joked. “But it’s Rachel. She wants nothing, but our happiness. How are you feeling?”

“Nervous. Excited. Incredibly happy.” Annabeth replied.

“About Thalia?” He asked a bit more tentatively.

“It’s fine, I guess. We knew that at some point she was going to disappear. It’s the cost that comes with being a hunter. I feel a little guilty that I have gotten over it so fast. If that happened a few years ago I would be a mess for weeks.”

“We have grown a lot. Emotionally I mean. Being 17 and 23 is completely different.”

“You’re a lot wiser nowadays.”

“What can I say? Fiancé Percy is a lot smarter than Boyfriend Percy.”

“What about Husband Percy. What is he like?” Annabeth smirked as she sat up, closing the back between them.

“I guess you have to sit around long enough to see yourself.” He kissed her neck which made Annabeth heat up. “How are you feeling?”

“Over the moon that from tomorrow I can call you my wife. It has a nice ring to it. I might not be able to keep it together.”

Annabeth couldn’t help, but smile. “Are you going to get emotional?”

“I will definitely cry.” He replied all serious that made Annabeth laugh. “Watching the love of my life walking down the aisle makes me all sentimental. I thought you loved my soft side.” He pouted.

“I am not complaining.” She smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I just love you so much, it’s overwhelming.”

“I love you too, Wise Girl.” He kissed her softly on the lips before their fingers intertwined. “Come on, I’ll make us breakfast.”

30 minutes later they were eating pancakes and drinking coffee on the kitchen island. The door unlocked as Rachel came inside. “Good morning, my lovely friends.” She said as she let two boxes and a few shopping bags near the door. “Eating breakfast without me? I thought you wouldn’t wake up.”

Percy presented her, her own plate with blueberry pancakes and chocolate syrup. “You thought I would let you starve?”

“Thank you. So, wedding preparations.” Rachel said as she put a mouthful of pancakes in her mouth. “The wedding planner is already on the venue preparing everything for the rehearsal dinner. What time are we having the rehearsal?”

“Around 1.” Annabeth replied. “The wedding party will be there by then. And then we’re all having lunch by the sea.”

“We should head out soon.” Percy said as he gathered the plates and put them in the sink. “We have to load the cars and everything.”

“Don’t you have practise?” Rachel asked him.

“I was going to help you load the car and until you get ready I would do a few laps in the pool.” He explained. With the Olympic qualifications around the corner, Percy couldn’t lose his form. His coach had said it repeatedly the past few weeks. But he was wiling to take a break so that he could focus on his fiancée and their wedding.

“I can’t believe that next year you’re going again on the Olympics next year.” Rachel smiled.

“I haven’t qualified yet. I might go.”

“That’s what you were saying about Beijing as well.” Annabeth noted. “You’re going to qualify and then win a couple medals for me.” She kissed him on the cheek, “I’m going to take a quick shower. All the boxes we need to load are the ones in the living room.”

Percy had to load his car and Rachel’s car three times. Meanwhile, his phone was filled with texts from his friends that were flying in for the wedding. From college, swim meets and from Camp. He was grateful that he was going to share his and Annabeth’s day with all of their friends. As he was done with his morning gym and laps his phone started ringing. “Hey mum, how are you?”

“I’m good. I just called you to let you know that we’re all set to go. Do you need us to take anything else? Did everything fit in the car?”

“We’re ready as well. I’ll just take a shower and we’ll leave.”

“Alright, hon. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“You’ll be on top of my list.” Percy said before saying goodbye to her and closing the phone.

“Are we ready for operation wedding?” He asked as Annabeth got in the passenger sit and prepared the aux.

“I’ve been ready for the last 6 years.” She said and kissed him.

#hoo #pjo #percy jackson #percabeth #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase

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koy-relota · 1 year

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I was helping John pack his things before the mover truck comes. I was holding my tears and I can see on my peripherals he’s too. We’re out drunk last night- maybe we thought we can drink our life out and this day won’t happen and we’re just going to wake up with a really bad headache and just drink coffee and make pancakes. But this is the reality- We need to move on and live a life that we think will make us happy and contented even if it meant leaving all the things that you’ve come to love and been comfortable with.

John and I met 5 years ago on the student’s assembly. We’re both from the province so we both don’t have a company during the first few days of college. He sat beside me with a hand full of chickendogs and cold Gulp. I haven’t come to terms with my sexuality back then but I clearly remember that I was too aware that there’s this guy that sat beside me, hair properly combed hugging his head, the smell of his perfume and that stupid sling bag he still have up to this day. He has this alex turner vibes that intimidated me but also excites me. He introduced himself right away as he recognized my observing of him. “I’m John, you’re?” “I’m Mark from 1-B.” Luckily we’re on the same class. From there we pretty much did everything together. We kind of had this unspoken rule that we’re pals from there on. We always partnered ourselves during group projects, reviews, lectures and even during exam. I must admit he’s smarter than me, especially on math subjects but I must say I’m more consistent and hard working with all my school works. There are multiple accounts of me doing his essays and reaction papers cause apparently he hated doing that. I don’t remember dreading on it. I was happy doing it for him. In return he let me copy his engineering problem sets and assignments.

“Are we done?”. Yes, almost. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want him to move out, I don’t want him to leave me alone, he’s my friend. “Mark? Hello? You still with me?” Yes, of course I am. Maybe if I don’t answer him it would give me a little bit more time to understand and take in the fact that he has a life to live and explore. I’m not his life, he’s not my life, or is he?

He was sitting on shotgun of the moving truck as he gestured that I come near him, “Please, you have my number text me, call me. Don’t pull another ‘shut-everyone-down-because-im-too-emotional-right-now’ on me okay? Don’t make me miss you because I surely will, okay?” I feel like my eyes are going to pop-off right in front of him. I feel like I’m choking. My throat feels like it’s under water. I was just looking straight into his eyes. He’s changed a lot ever since that first time he sat beside me. He grew facial hairs and maintained some acne scars over the years. But he still look endearing, charming and warm. My eyes is blurring, I think I’m already crying. I felt numb as he grabbed my shoulder and hugged me. “Let’s not forget each other.” He said. Of course I won’t. You are my best friend, my boyfriend at some point. I will surely remember all the things that we did together- all the first, heartaches, celebrations and late night snacking on seven eleven.

He never let me collect myself and blurt a single word. Fair enough, I don’t think I am able to. The truck maneuvered and stirred opposite to where our dorm is.

Until next time, my best friend.

#snippet #stories #journal #book

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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L.S.S.: Oh, um.. You’re bringing up asks on your… face… did you want us to answer some?

Mitch(6): “Hey hey! What’s up, internet~” “Yes, now Sally and I can ‘talk to friends’.”

L.S.S.: I’ll take that as a yes…

Mitch(6): “Eheh, did you recognize me? Huh? C’mon, you can tell me…”“…Um… hi, everybody! I’m Mitch-” “Okay, who the fuck’s training the new guy…?” “Do you think any of them could help us figure out the deal with the door and the window and stuff?” “ I wouldn’t want anybody else by my side in the thick of it.” “(ACTION FAILED)”

L.S.S.: I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, this is them, ‘no’ this is still the glitch, uh… the door thing is still going on, we haven’t been able to figure it out yet… but I’m glad you’re with me, too... and no, you didn’t receive any items while you were here…

Mitch(6): “I was a little worried at first, but you caught on so fast! You’re a natural, Sally.”

L.S.S.: Heh, thanks. I guess I am getting pretty good at this…

Mitch(6): ”Did Rob say how long he thought repairs would take?”

L.S.S.: Trust me, we’ve been trying…

Mitch(6): “...we can bust out of here together…”

L.S.S.: I hope so… I’m hoping that this will all be over tomorrow, and everything will be back to normal.

Mitch(6): “It’ll be like none of this ever happened….” “You’ll be able to go right back to your life.”

L.S.S.: … yeah. We’ll pick right off where we left off…

Mitch(6): “Ah- hi, Meadow! It’s nice to meet you! [nodding]” “Eheh, figures- they got a taste, and now they’re just gonna keep comin…~” “'Original Flavor~’ [laughing] “This Art is… inaccurate…” “You had big eyes with long lashes, pale skin, dark hair that was longer and more wild than I’d ever seen you wear it” “You’ve said it yourself in multiple timelines- you’re a creature of habit.”

L.S.S.: … so… Yes? No…?

Mitch(6): “Uh… it’s a common name. 'Mitch’ and 'Mitch 1’ were taken already.”

L.S.S.: Well, that’s my voice, so I’ll take all that as a ‘no’... I guess you really are the Mitchie I was supposed to be with with all this time, huh…?

Mitch(6): “one more little obstacle, and then we can really start living the life we’ve been dreaming of- the two of us, together forever…!” “It itches!!”

L.S.S.: I guess you’re feeling that, too… I’m sorry, Mitchie. Uh, here…

[scratches Mitch(6) behind the ears]

Mitch(6): “That’s much better!” “Thank you for the gifts! 🎁💕” [^w^]

L.S.S.: You’re welcome, I’m glad I could help.

Mitch(6): “Add item Mac and Cheese to inventory?” “...I’m willing to set up a grill…” “Uh, let me find my extra apron…”

L.S.S.: Oh, uh, are you getting hungry, Mitchie…?

Mitch(6): “Uh… Maybe we can make pancakes together…?”

L.S.S.: Well… I don’t know if pancakes would be good for you when you’re like this… we’ll find you something, though, don’t worry! And I guess I’ll bring it in here for you too, since you’re kind of tied up…

Mitch(6): “Yum! It’s delicious!”

L.S.S.: Alright! I'll go see what we have for you…

#the staycation 🏡💙#mitch6 #l.s.s. answers #meadow chan #tw unreality #tw teratophilia #tw objectification #meet the fishers

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odaatlover · 2 years

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Really proud of what I’ve accomplished over the past 8 weeks. Not really much exercise — none at all actually between the second and third pic due to working a lot. Proof that all you need is to be in a caloric deficit, which happens mostly in the kitchen, not the gym! I’m going to get a little personal here for those who feel like reading an essay…

The biggest tip that has helped me is this — you can eat something that tastes 10/10 amazing but will make you feel like crap, or you can eat a high protein lower calorie version that tastes at least 8/10 and will make you feel good. It has to be at least an 8/10 or you won’t stick to it. The reason for high protein is because protein is the most filling macronutrient, so you won’t be able to eat as much versus if it was higher in fat and sugar. Ever notice how it’s really easy to eat a lot of pizza even when you’re getting full, but really difficult to eat a lot of meat? It’s because meat is much higher in protein and much more filling.

I’ve been eating what I want — cheeseburgers, nachos, pizza, stir fry, pancakes, cheesy omelettes, salads (when I actually want one), cakes, cookie dough, donuts, etc. I only eat what I want to eat and what I’m craving at the moment. Like if I want a grilled cheese, I’m making a grilled cheese…but I’m using high fiber bread with a bit more protein than white bread, and I’m using fat free cheese slices which are WAY lower in calories than regular cheese slices, plus ‘I can’t believe it’s not butter’ spray on the bread instead of slabs of butter. And since it’s lower in calories than a grilled cheese normally would be, I can actually eat TWO. Of course I eat fruits and veggies too, because I actually crave those things now that my tastebuds aren’t all completely out of wack like when I’m eating foods that are chemically engineered to get you addicted so that you buy more.

For those who have been here a while, you’ll know that I’ve always been overweight, and in high school I was morbidly obese based on my height and weight — 230lbs at 5’5”. Over the first 3 years of college I had slowly gotten down to 160lbs, and ever since then I’ve been stuck in this cycle of gaining and losing about 10-20lbs because I could never find the thing that worked. Nobody wants to hear this but losing weight is just the beginning, it’s maintaining that weight that’s the real journey, and where most people fail because they do some crazy fad diet that’s impossible to stick to forever and then gain it all back.

After 14 years of trying many different things, I think I’ve actually found it this time. Right now what I’m doing is actually very easy for me. I don’t feel deprived because I’m eating what I want and not forcing anything. I’m not forcing myself to work out if I don’t feel like it and I move my body when I do feel like it. Plus I’m not really weighing myself because focusing on a number on the scale will lead to feeling like a failure, since body weight fluctuates SO much due to several different factors.

I’ve done all of this before, but the difference was I was having cheat meals every week or every other week, which was allowing me to get a taste of that addictive food. This time, I’m not doing that. And it’s working out really well! If I’m craving something then I’ll find a high protein lower calorie alternative. I’m never feeling hungry either because I eat A LOT of food that’s high in volume. I haven’t had any fast food, sugar, or junk food in 8 weeks — the longest I’ve ever been without it, and I truly can’t even believe it’s been that long because it doesn’t even feel like it. It was difficult at first, but now I don’t even miss it. Especially since I can make literally anything I’m craving and it’ll actually enjoy it without the added guilt or feeling sick afterwards. And plus I’m having fun finding and making recipes 🤗 I have a huge sweet tooth so all the things I make are sugar free by using Erythritol — and no, artificial sweeteners aren’t linked to cancer according to official sources. It has been debunked and is a myth!

All this to say that after years of trying to find what works for me, I’m excited to have finally found it, and I’m excited to see more progress. Find what works for YOU. If you have to force things, you won’t be able to stick to it and it won’t work. You have to find the thing that you enjoy doing that’s going to make it easy for you. It won’t be a pill or a special drink, it’ll be eating the foods that’ll keep you in a caloric deficit. I hope this post has inspired you in some way, and shoutout to health anon who sent me an ask a few weeks ago and inspired me to get back on track and actually do the thing ❤️

#health

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catchabiifyoucan · 3 months

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February 10, 2024

Today was my first full day since I arrived yesterday and half day. My sleep was alright. It was really hot even during nighttime. Air trapped in the bedroom with AC and fan blasting on. I slept in the same bedroom with my nieces. Two bunk beds. The room was pretty spacious for 4 kids. We slept under the mosquito net so we wouldn’t get bit by bugs. I have been taking malaria pills because I do not want to end up becoming sick. I have to take pils before and after the trip to ensure I am well protected. I was not sleeping all the way..

I woke up sometimes in the early morning and would either type up blogs or watching Netflix series. My body was confusing since it was six hours between here and there in America. Good thing I came here a little early before the big birthday party. My body needed some time to get used and be able to adapt and adjust to whatever may make an impact on my body or affect me. It is good to travel slowly and allow my body to adjust/adapt in nice paces so my body wouldn’t be overwhelmed or broken down.

Last night my sister B asked me if I could cook pancakes for tomorrow breakfast. I had done that before in past Fall. And my nieces liked my pancakes very much. I was going to make my signature silver dollar pancakes that I always made back home. For some reason, I couldn’t sleep and got up early in the morning around 6 AM. I was in mood and ready to cook pancakes but I realized that I didn’t know where all the ingredients I needed for pancakes were. Not everything was labeled. I didn’t want to make bad pancakes. So I waited until someone woke up so I could ask for help. My niece T1 woke up early in the morning just to read books and play pretend. I asked her if she knew where the ingredients were. She said no. The nanny/maid came and set up the common ingredients. I saw that I cannot make silver dollar pancakes because i didn’t have baking powder. It was one of the most important key beside butter. So, I decided to make banana pancakes instead. I later found baking powder.

Admittedly, I was way out of place because I used to have cow’s milk but here you use instant milk powder to make milk. Just one part of powder and three parts of water to make one cup of milk. That really threw off my game big time. But I managed to make it work somehow. I doubled the batch since I had four hungry nieces. And bananas were not that ripe so that changed the game too. The more ripe the best tasting. My niece T1 asked me if I also can add sprinkles to her pancakes too. I haven’t done that before. I think I earned A for efforts!

After the breakfast, I was finally able to sit down and rest myself. It was a lot of work to make and cook pancakes from scratch. I took a bite of pancake and it was not so bad. Not so salty or bland. It was pretty good. Sometimes, you have to work with what you have to make it work. And I did. A big pat on my back. Would I do that again? Nope. I realize that I am too Americanized where I am used to things that are pretty convenient. This experience definitely taught me how to appreciate small things and give what you can offer/do rather than taking things for granted.

My sister B and brother in law J had to get ready and hit the roads so they could pick up my brother, sister in law and two nieces who also traveled from America. My sister B told me that it took them forever to get on the main roads/highway because all streets were closed. It is impossible to calculate time on departure and arrival. Because it’s Africa standard time.

My sister I and I stayed home with my nieces. They were supposed to have music/piano lessons but their music teacher cannot make it due to closed streets. So instead, they practiced playing piano on their own.

My two nieces had gymnastics class scheduled at 1 PM. Their nanny and I took a walk to the school nearby where it offered gymnastics class after lunch.

The walk was not that far but the hot weather made it so forever. I was sweating a lot even though I rarely sweated. I was not used to that walk in the hot weather. Good thing I brought water with me to stay hydrated. There were no long streets, a lot of blocks/avenues to take rights, lefts, up and down while walking. And streets were not very well- paved. There were no sidewalks either.

We arrived there early. My nieces took an opportunity to do the warm ups and stretch. Finally more girls arrived for the class. The class started a bit after 1PM. In total of 10 girls with one manager and 3-4 coaches. I never saw this kind of class before. This gym didn’t have any fancy or expensive equipment but they had very basic equipments. What impressed me the most was the coaches teaching proper and safe techniques that helped girls being more flexible and able to do the tricks like bridge, cartwheel, back flip with help, etc.

This class was completely different from my kids’ gymnastics class back in America. I feel that my kids would be more advanced gymnasts if they took class here in Nigeria. Simple but efficient.

Walking to the school nearby for gymnastics class.

To be continued…

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rinphoria · 2 years

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omgg ive heard a lot about criminal minds, especially about Spencer (??). it seems like a really good show and i actually might give it a go too soon. i can only watch one show at a time because my brain can't process two shows at a time, but ive nearly finished the mentalist so i might try that next !!

icl, my friend thinks im a complete weirdo, but i don't like waffles or pancakes. they're not very appealing to me and i would never choose them when eating out. i quite like potato waffles though, they're beautiful !! i remember as a child my mum used to buy the smiley face shaped ones and id secretly take them out of the packet and try to eat them raw ,, i have no idea why 😭😭 i used to think i was the baddest bitch ever.

yk with the internship, i have no idea what to expect, but at the same time im excited for all the doors it opens. the company is basically a research and consultancy agency that works with big corporate clients like McDonald's and also with the public. they do research and then present their findings to the clients to try and help them become better brands and whatnot. i don't really care about the consultancy part, but i can't wait for the research aspect. im trying to go into psychology for university, and me having experience in research will hopefully (i pray that it does) give me a leg up into the research world and work placements while im an undergrad.

OMGGG I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST MONTH EVER BEFORE YOU MOVE BACKK !! YOU DESERVE ALL THE REST AND THE HAPPINESS AND IM PRAYING ITS AN EASY MOVE BACK !! i honestly applaud you, idk how you do it. i go camping for 2 days and im literally crying and throwing up because i miss my mum. i literally stayed up until 3am to phone her and tell her i wanted to go home 😭 you're so strong kai and i'm so so proud of you. hopefully moving back is easy and peaceful for you !! also i have so many kdramas to watch, and shows in general, but im so so slow at getting round to watching them 😫 i hope you manage to do everything youve been planning on doing within the next month !!

reconnecting with old friends makes me feel so fuzzy and warm on the inside. something about finding eachother again makes me feel like the friendship was just meant to be and that's why you both found eachother. im so so happy for you and please, feel free to let me know how the amusement park goes (only if you're comfortable with sharing of course). i love hearing about other people's days and experiences, i feel like im living vicariously through them lmaooo

IVE JUST REALISED IVE SENT A REALLY LONG ASK AND I AM SO SORRY ,, I GET SO CARRIED AWAY AND I END UP WAFFLING ABOUT THE MOST RANDOMEST THING please feel free to ignore this btw, its actually so long wtff I'm sorry about that 😭😭 anyways, thank you for sharing your day with me and i hope you have millions of more amazing days to come <33

noooo i would never ignore you!!

i def recommend criminal minds if you have space on your watch list! (it’s pretty long lol) and yes spencer is a fan fav, i really like hime but that’s bc i find intelligence attractive haha. OMG I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT i haven’t had those in so long 😭😭 bad bitches ate the little smiley potatoes 😌 your internship sounds like it’ll be really interesting! i did a lot of research for my major last semester and it gave me such a headache but i also learned a ton so it really does sound like a great opportunity. i hope you learn a lot and are able to enjoy it :)

i always hate the move back to school, it can be rough lol but thank you so much!! i totally get what you mean about getting homesick, my school is two hours away from home and on the first day of my freshman year my parents had been gone for maybe three hours and i ended up calling my dad and crying on the phone bc i missed them 💀 and to think i was considering doing school out of state lol i would not have survived

ahh yeah, i was really shocked to see him again since he transferred in middle school but turns out he goes to college where we grew up. it’s been really nice catching up with him :) and i would be more than happy to tell you about the little outing bc i too love living vicariously through others haha

AHHH LIJA ILY 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for indulging me, you’re a sweetheart :))

#[დ] — mailbox #ffsg0jo #sender.lija #best of luck with your internship!!#and wishing you many wonderful days too my love <3

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rendevousz · 3 years

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Summary: Andy wanted your trust.

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, Daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, verbal degradation

(A/N: yay my first non request in awhile. Something I hadn’t been able to work on for a long time so if it seems a little disjointed that’s why. But I love it 🥺. Like follow Reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“Nice doing business with you,” Andy said, standing up to hold out his hand.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help yourself as you smiled. After giving you a handshake like you were a client, he chuckled and pulled you in for a hug. Then kissed your forehead before finally moving to your lips. God it was a good thing he’d gotten a private dining room.

Tonight had been a big night. The two of you had been dating for a few months now. Starting out as neighbors when he’d moved in next door after his divorce. What started out as a friendly plate of freshly baked cookies to welcome him turned into him helping you carry your shopping bags into your apartment. Which was followed by two of you ending up on the same jogging path to grabbing breakfast together. Then beers, then dinner, then movie nights to him finally kissing you.

At some point sex started to become a constant topic of conversation. Of him talking about how he’d tried to ask his ex wife to explore more, but every time he’d chicken out. Then when the feelings went away it didn’t feel right to ask. Like if he did he’d deserve a slap on the face.

Then you’d ended up giving him the finest glimpse into what kind of stuff you were into. How you’d been judged in the past by people so you were a little shy about opening up. But that you felt like your secret was safe with him. You’d even whispered it in his ear like someone else could hear him.

Fuck was he dying to touch you. You were all close on your knees. Tits pressing into him. If he’d turned his head just a little he would have gotten face full of them. You were wearing these thigh socks. It was cold, but you apparently didn’t like sleeping in pants so that was your compromise. Thank god for that.

It became kind of a thing you did. He’d open up about the side he’d been trying to explore and you told him the same. Always whispering it in his ears. Until he finally kissed you. He doesn’t know how he waited so long to do it.

He pulled you on his lap so he could kiss you feverishly. Then you tugged at the bottom of his white t-shirt which told him everything about where this was headed. Fuck why hadn’t he done it sooner.

He carried you to your bedroom before laying you down. Fuck he didn’t let up. Just kept pounding into you and you couldn’t help yourself as you cried out and moaned. Said his name over and over again. While he whispered in your ear this time. Saying exactly the things you’d told him you liked.

Didn’t even care that he hadn’t worn a condom. The thought never even crossing his mind. You’d just felt so good as he fucked you. Beside he knew you were on birth control. Even then he wasn’t sure if he cared.

After you came all over his cock once again, he finally exploded inside of you. Making sure to get it nice and deep as if he was trying to impregnate you on purpose. Maybe a tiny little bit of him hoping he caught you when your birth control was failing or something.

After you rolled onto your side. He’d wrapped his arms around you, repeatedly kissing your cheek as you were coming down. Asking you if you needed anything.

You just yawned and turned to snuggle into him. He didn’t stop pressing kiss after kiss into anywhere his lips could reach. Making you giggle a little before you finally kissed him back which is what led to part two.

The next morning you’d woken up before him where he found you in the kitchen making pancakes. He kissed your face over and over as you giggled before he helped you finish.

Since then most mornings were spent like this. Alternating between his place and yours. Yet he noticed something every time. Through all that talking he’d picked up on every kink you had. What made you tick. He’d found out just how to work you up to the point where it was almost too easy. God he was obsessed with it.

But, he’d also noticed was that you were holding back. You hadn’t called him Daddy once. Didn’t let him tie you up. Never even asked for it. So of course he was going to bring it up one day.

“Well,” you’d started, “I guess it’s because I feel like whenever I open up about it...” you trailed off, sighing as you shrugged, “I feel like I end up getting used.”

Andy sighed and pursed his lips. “Aw, Babe...” he sighed before kissing your temple. “You know I’d never do that.”

You shrugged. “You say that now.”

“I won’t. We’re three months in, haven’t I been good to you?” He asked.

“Yeah, but that’s not that long.”

He sighed. He didn’t wanna argue. He wanted you to trust him. Wanted to prove that it wasn’t about the sex. Well, completely. “Okay,” he started, “how about we,” then bit his lip as he thought, his head going to the side, “how about we set a time. It’s three months down. Maybe,” he shrugged,” three more?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. “What are we gonna sign contracts?” You asked with a giggle.

“I mean, we could! That’s a great idea!” He laughed. “I can draft one up.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to be my daddy so bad,” you said not being able to wipe the smile off your face.

He sighed before kissing your cheek. “Well, yeah I wanna be your daddy, but I also want you to be comfortable around me,” he replied.

You peeked up at him through your lashes. You knew he was right. Andy knew you wanted that. With a dramatic sigh, you casted your eyes to the side. “I mean. True.”

He pulled you in. Wrapping his arms snugly around your waist. “Hey, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Then he lifted your chin up with his fingers. “We can go at your pace. Or not even do it at all. I just thought-“

“No,” you interrupted him. “You’re totally right. I kinda like the idea of a contract.”

“Yeah?” He asked a grin spreading on his face. “Okay. I can draft it in the morning.”

“I’ll make sure to talk it over with my lawyer,” you teased.

He kissed your cheek. “You’re already my favorite client,” he said before kissing your nose next.

You signed it over drinks then next day. The both of you sitting on the couch as you ‘negotiated’. With anyone else you would have felt silly, but with him you were laughing so much it made your stomach hurt.

Then you made out. Which was interrupted when his son called. Then you sipped on your wine as you curled into him.

He’d held up his end up of the bargain. You’d been a very willing participant. Happily taken part trust exercises as the both of you called them. Like the time you tested how he’d respond to your nonverbal safe word by as he fucked your face. Which he is as quick to ask you if you were okay only to be met by you giggling and smiling and telling him he passed your test. Which only made him chuckle before going back into it.

Clearly it had all paid off because now you were making out on the couch after dinner. Barely able to wait as he pushed your dress passed your waist. “Daddy,” you moaned.

Fuck it was like music to his ears. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, standing up with you in his arms. Fuck he needed you so damn bad. Making sure to get you undressed on the way to his bedroom. Leaving a trail of your clothes and his. Stopping to kiss you along the way. “Gonna finally let me take care of you right?” He asked as he was finally able to lay you down.

“Please,” you whimpered. Suddenly realizing just how badly you needed him. Fuck you should have just let him do this sooner. Andy Barber was clearly a trustworthy man. You don’t know why you were tripping so hard in the first place. He was obviously daddy material from the moment you met him.

He licked his lips as he put his forehead against yours. “Yeah?” He asked. “What do you want?" Then he grabbed your cheek when you tried to look away. Feeling intimated by his bedroom eyes.

Before you could answer, his hand got real close to your pussy. Thumb pressing into your clit making your eyebrow raising as he started rubbing that spot he knew was just right. Making you squeak out, “You.”

He chuckled. The noise vibrating deep in his chest. You looked so fucking cute laying there. All spread out. Eyes begging for him to make his next move. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

Your pussy had gotten so wet. Dripping down onto the sheets. He just got you like that. Almost like you never had a choice and he’d barely even done anything. The noise that fell from your lips was almost pornographic.

Then he shifted so he could replace it with the tip of his hard cock. Flicking at it. Not taking his eyes off of you as he angled himself at your entrance. Covering it in your wetness. Wishing he would stop teasing you because your pussy was aching so bad for him.

“I want you to be my daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he said before finally putting you out of your misery and sliding into you. Going about half way. Giving you a little time to adjust. Pussy tightening around him already.

His thickness feeling a little intrusive already in your pussy. You gasped. He kissed the corner of your mouth. Rocking into you slowly. Fuck it felt like your pussy was just begging him to go deeper.

Nose to yours as he inched in a little more. It made your breath hitch in your throat. Instead of going in deeper he pulled out to where his tip was the only thing in you again.

“Daddy,” you mewled. “Please. I need you so bad.”

“Tell daddy what you want, Baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with big watery eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked going back in half way. “How you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Like he owns it,” you whined.

“Aw, Baby,” he cooed before leaning down to kiss you. Taking the time to finally go in the rest of the way making you pull away to gasp.

“Fuck!”

“You want me to fuck your pussy like I own it,” he asked once again going to where only the tip was in before sliding in home.

You cried out. “Yes. Please, Daddy.”

“I can do that,” he cooed before kissing the side of your head. “I can do that, Baby.”

“I wanna be your slut.” You sniffled.

“I know.” He whispered still fucking into you nice and slowly. “You been my slut.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He wrapped his hand around your neck as he pretty much shoved himself into you that time then went back to square one with only the tip. “Yeah? You think you can take my dick?”

“I can,” you promised.

Ah fuck he couldn’t tease you anymore. Your eyes shutting tight as he pushed into you. Thick cock feeling like it was splitting you open until he bottomed out. Giving you a minute to get used to his intrusion before capturing your lips in his.

You moaned into his mouth when he finally started to move. Hands going to his back so you could dig your nails into him. Crying out from how deep he was going.

It wasn’t to say he was being gentle, but he was giving you a moment to feel him without completely overwhelming you yet. It was more like a calm before the storm as he peppered your face in kisses and whispered, “You take your daddy’s dick so well, pretty girl.”

Your walls tightening around him, one of your legs over his shoulder. It felt so good but you needed something more. “Daddy,” you whined. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said. “Don’t play stupid. Use your fucking words.”

You let out a cute little squeak. “More. Fuck me harder.”

Andy pulled out. Flipping you onto your stomach and not waiting for you to get on your hands and knees before slamming in. You let out a scream as he did as you asked. Not letting up as he his hips back and forth into you.

“Yes!” You cried into the pillow.

“Yeah? What you want? Needed to get fucked like a whore,” he practically growled before smacking your ass. It was too much and somehow not enough. You wanted it all. Fuck your wanted to be his forever and ever. He felt so damn good.

You worked back against him. Finally feeling like everything you’d ever craved from a man was being fulfilled only in such a small amount of time. If any man deserved to be your Daddy it was Andy fucking Barber.

He’d proved it from the moment you met. Just the little things he I’ll did. Just how much he cared. You owed him your pussy for making him wait so long.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock,” he groaned watching your ass move back and forth onto him. Slapping against his pelvis every time.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted with your face still in the pillow. He chuckled seeing you so desperate. You were so damn cute. Even when you were taking his cock. “I’m gonna cum!”

He grabbed your hand twisting it behind your back so he could really start driving into you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your boyfriend went exactly like you needed making you cum all over his thick cock.

“Fuck me. Do what you want I don’t care.” You’d officially been all fucked out and Andy had been waiting for this moment. For you to finally and fully submit to him in the way he knew you’d been too afraid to ask for before.

He grabbed your hair laughing at how far gone you were. “That’s my good girl. Gonna let me use this slutty pussy to get off.”

“Please don’t stop. Please.” You begged.

“Daddy’s not stopping until you can’t take anymore,” he replied. “You’ll be begging me to stop.”

You came again. Pussy clamping around thick cock again. Screaming daddy. Fuck he loved you like this. Using your body. Calling you names. Fuck. It was addicting.

Making you cum over and over because he wasn’t satisfied until tears were streaming down your face. Then he just made you do again because he wanted you to do it one more time as he sought out his own.

He’d wanted you back on your back for this. Wanted you to look him in the eyes as he pumped in and out of you. “Gonna cum in you, Baby. Gonna take my cum like a good fucking whore?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed because he’d officially broken you by now. “I’m daddy’s slut.”

Fuck that did it.

He doesn’t think he’d ever finished that hard. Body tightening up as he finally came deep inside of you. Making sure to get as far as he could before what felt like a never ending stream let go.

Andy was breathing hard as he laid down on top of you. Putting his head between your tits. Breathing hard, chests heaving.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. You threaded your hands through his hair. The both of you too blissed out to move. He hadn’t even fully pulled out yet.

He loved being so close to you like this after sex. You always said you loved his warmth. Then he’d roll over to pull you into him instead. Resting your head on his shoulder.

Andy kissed the top of your head. Still trying to catch your breaths. Just getting so close. Just like you needed to be.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled back despite being positively cock drunk.

“You okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

You shook your head. “It was perfect.”

“Glad you thought so,” he said. “Just give me twenty minutes. I gotta tie you up.”

#andy barber smut #chris evans smut #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention.

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends.

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up.

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.”

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it.

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all.

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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Purple and Yellow – j.oleksiak

• Jamie Oleksiak goes through heartbreak and challenges along with his daughter but then he meets a woman who seems to catch both their hearts •

a/n: ok this is NOT proof read at all I’m sorry but I knew if I went back and did that I’d end up hating it and not wanting to post it but I know y’all wanted it so here you go!

Word Count: 6.1k

Jamie knew he was going to Seattle, and he’d be lying if he said the proposition didn’t excite him, but once his name was inked on that paper, reality came crashing in. He had to up and move his daughter, she was only three, maybe it wouldn’t be that hard. But who was he kidding, everything is hard with a three year old. And how would he explain that they wouldn’t be able to visit mommy every weekend, just like they did every weekend since. That’s all that plagued his mind as he drove home from the airport, Ivy was waiting for him, but he knew she’d succumb to her sleepiness before he could get there. His parents already texting him with a picture of her half asleep on the couch.

Then, the cars on the other side of the road slammed on their brakes, the sound of tires spinning out made everything come rushing back.

“Is this the father of Ivy Oleksiak?” Jamie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the words came across the phone, “yes, who’s speaking?” Jamie replied, heart rate picking up at the soft sigh the woman let out. “Your daughter and Miss Cora Hadley were brought into Medical City from a car accident scene.” All she said were those words before he was rushing to his feet, “are they ok?” He asked quickly, never getting a pair of shoes on so quickly in his life. “Sir, I’m not–“ “Bullshit! Is my baby and my fiancé ok?” He snapped, based on the way she whimpered, a rather young woman on the other end of the line. “Your daughter will be fine, just some scratches, the car seat did it’s job.” She spoke slowly, her breath hitching. “I think it’s best you get here as quickly as possible.” She spoke carefully, and in that moment Jamie’s heart fell to his feet like an anchor, he could feel his stomach twisting and his eyes burning. He knew what those words meant. Then he thought of Ivy and that snapped him out of his daze, he had to get there, now.

Jamie pulled into his driveway safely this night, parking beside his parents car, a sigh escaping his lips, forcing the terrible memories from two and a half years ago away. He gathered his bags, and lugged them inside, smiling at his family all asleep in the living room. That made him forget that oh so familiar ache in his chest just a little bit more. He put his bags in the corner, those could wait, but right now all he needed was to hold his baby girl. He scooped Ivy up, smiling as she fluttered her eyes open just enough to see him. “Daddy.” She murmured, “hi bug.” He inhaled the scent of her toddler shampoo, his mom always taking care of her hair the best, brushing the detangler through the unruly hair she got from her father. “Sleep with you.” Ivy whined when he started heading for her room, normally he didn’t give in, not wanting her to be dependent on him to sleep, but he needed her tonight too. “Just tonight princess.” He gave in, bringing her to his room with him, where she fell asleep instantly when he placed her on the plush bed.

Jamie laid awake, staring at the ceiling for a little while, thinking of how he would tell Ivy about having to move. “I hope you’re proud of me.” He whispered out, his tears staying pooled in his eyes as he forced himself to calm down. “Sleep daddy.” Ivy complained, nuzzling closer to him. “Hold me.”

“Jamie.” Cora whispered, hoping he was awake despite the late hour, he grunted in response, being a light sleeper ever since he found out Cora was pregnant. “Hold me.” She demanded with a light tone, her back aching and stomach bulging as Ivy kicked around in there. Jamie blindly opened his arms for her, letting her settle into his chest. “Always.” He murmured, already half asleep as she sighed in content.

“Come here baby girl.” Jamie murmured at Ivy, letting her rest her head upon his chest, Ivy was a very cuddly little girl, the second she was comfortable with you, she’d be sitting in your lap and telling you stories and anything to be touching you. It was one of Jamie’s favorite things, especially when he came home from a roadie and all she wanted was to be held by him.

***

“Daddy!” Ivy called, she managed to climb onto the bathroom counter to brush her teeth but now she was too scared to get down, “daddy!” She shrieked again, Jamie’s eyes fluttered open as he quickly took in his surroundings, “daddy, I stuck!” Ivy called, this time sounding annoyed by his lack of response. He threw the blanket off as he knew where she was stuck, this was a common occurrence. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, “and just what do you think you’re doing?” Jamie asked his daughter as she made grabby hands for him, she grinned brightly at him, “I brushed my teeth!” She answered in a duh tone, she grabbed his face once he scooped her up, kissing the tip of his nose, and he the same to her, “I’m very happy you brushed your teeth, Ivy, but you know you’re not supposed to get on the counter, that’s why we got you a stool, remember?” He explained, for easily the tenth time in the past month. “I know.” She huffed, dramatically pushing her hair back, making Jamie chuckle as he walked down the stairs, hearing his parents talking in the kitchen.

“Well, good morning sleepy heads.” Alison teased as Ivy gasped at the sight of pancakes on the counter, Jamie shook his head with a smile, placing her on the seat beside his dad, “I’ll make you a special plate.” Richard quipped to the little girl, which really just meant drawing a smiley face on it with whip cream. “Thanks mom.” Jamie gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before shuffling around to get his coffee, desperately needing the sleep kicked out of his system. “When are you going to tell her?” Alison asked, taking a small bite of her food, giving her son the side eye when he hesitated. “Today.” He gave in, knowing he absolutely had to start packing now, otherwise it would never be done in time. “So, Ivy, do you have any plans for today?” Alison shifted her attention to her granddaughter, figuring they could take her out to do something so he could get more done. “Gonna go see momma!” She cheered, some syrup smeared around her mouth.

Jamie froze, it was Saturday already, he checked his phone and felt humiliated that he had forgotten his promise to take Ivy to the cemetery. Evidently the panic was written across his face when both his parents stared at him. “Why don’t grandma and I bring you? We haven’t been there in a while.” Richard offered, rubbing Ivy’s back when she looked to Jamie for permission. “I think that would be nice, right baby?” Jamie finally found his voice, and Ivy nodded brightly, anytime she got with her grandparents was cherished. “Daddy coming to?” She asked, tilting her head as he sipped on his coffee, “I’ve got some work to do, alright, I’ll go next time.” He assured her, shooting his dad a thankful look as he quickly changed the subject before she could pester on any further.

“Ivy, I need to talk to you.” Jamie announced, he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to do it and be done. Alison nearly choked on her coffee and Richard looked at his empty plate like it was suddenly the most interesting thing. Ivy nodded, munching away on her pancakes, not understanding the severity of what was about to be said.

Jamie cleared his throat and pulled out the chair beside her, “you know how I had to go away to this new place for work, yeah?” He reminded her, “Seattle.” He said, and she nodded, “Seattle.” She repeated, not entirely perfect but good enough. “I got a job over there.” He spoke, waiting to see what she thought. “Hockey?” She asked, confusion lacing her tone. “Yes, still hockey.” Jamie chuckled softly, “it’s with a new team.” He paused, glancing away for a second, “we have to move there.” He concluded. Ivy nodded slowly, “new house?” She asked, she might be young, but she knew that moving meant not in this house. “Yeah, new house, new city, new people.” Jamie explained, panicking when she went wide eyed, “what about uncle Ro-Ro?” Ivy asked, referring to Miro, she was closest to the young defenseman as she always saw him beside her dad on the ice. The nickname had been dubbed upon him when she was learning to speak and liked to repeat things. “We can visit, baby.” Jamie spoke softly, heart breaking as she began to sniffle. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, he knew the realization was coming. “But Momma!” She sobbed.

And that completely shattered his heart.

“I know.” He picked her up, feeling her sob into his neck, “momma.” She whimpered, though she didn’t remember her, Jamie made sure to keep her an important part of her life. Ivy didn’t know that she loved going to a gravestone that much until this moment. “Hey, look at me, bug.” Jamie demanded gently, situating her to be in front of him. He sat her on the countertop and stood in front of her, “momma will always be with us, right? Isn’t that what I always say?” He explained to her. Ivy nodded slowly, she was so young but always acting older, trying to wrap her head around this. “Yeah.” She mumbled sheepishly, cheeks red and eyes puffy, she felt shy under the gaze of her grandparents. “It’s alright, daddy’s sad too.” He assured her, lowering his head to be eye level with her. She stared into his eyes, reminding him so much of Cora in that moment, and once again she kissed the tip of his nose. “No sad daddy.” She demanded, drumming her fingers on his cheek. He pecked her forehead, “alright baby.” He agreed, if she could do it, so could he, right?

***

Ivy slept the whole plane ride, which is what Jamie was hoping for as they would be meeting the moving truck at the new house, plenty of things to be done asap.

“Come on Ivy.” Jamie mumbled, carrying her off the plane as she groggily woke up, looking around slightly confused until she remembered what was going on today. “Daddy, Seattle?” She asked, lifting her head from his shoulder, he chuckled, lowering her so she wasn’t so high up on his chest. “Yeah, Seattle baby.” He assured her, her pigtails bouncing as she looked around rapidly. He smiled at her reaction to the airport alone.

“What do you think, Ivy?” Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows as the three year old spun to face him. “Love it!” She squealed, her room was twice as big in this place than her bedroom in Dallas, and Jamie told her she could pick whatever color (within reason) to have her walls painted. Of course she would love it here. Jamie looked around their new-but-empty-house one more time, sighing as he could picture Ivy growing older in this house.

Time to make it a home.

“Hi.” Ivy grinned up at one of the movers as he placed a stack of boxes in her room, Jamie just being outside the door heard her speaking, he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear the guy speak. “Hello.” The young guy spoke sweetly, chuckling at the little girl. “I’m three.” She spoke, “how old are you?” She asked, Jamie held in a snicker as he walked in. “Ivy, leave him alone, bug.” He laughed softly, the guy taking it as his excuse to go get more boxes. “Ugh.” She huffed, flopping down on her bed dramatically, Jamie rolled his eyes, looking around. “What color do you want?” He asked the opinionated little girl, he sat beside her, smiling as she stood next to him, being eye level with him. “Hmm, purple!” She gasped, looking around the currently beige room, Jamie nodded slowly, “light purple.” He countered, knowing she would want to choose the darkest shade. “Fine.” She giggled, “we can go tomorrow, alright? Today we need to focus on finding all your stuff.” He tickled her sides.

***

Ivy was tugging on Jamie’s hand, somehow spotting the paint section quicker than he could. “Slow down!” He laughed heartily, his daughter shooting him a glare as he purposely slowed his feet down. He hoisted Ivy up to see the purple swatches along the top row, she reached for a dark one, just like Jamie knew she would. He sighed, “Ivy, we agreed on light purple, what about this one?” He offered, grabbing a lavender type color, she grunted in disgust, shaking her head dramatically, her blonde curls hitting his face. “Love this one.” She pouted, holding it in front of his face.

Jamie held in a sigh as you walked past him, stopping to look at paint swatches as well. “What about this one?” Jamie compromised, it was darker than he wanted to go, but still light enough to not feel like a dungeon. Ivy’s lip began to quiver, quickly catching both Jamie and the woman’s attention. “Ivy.” Jamie sighed softly, you intervened, “you know, I wanted a dark purple room when I was your age too.” You spoke to Ivy, catching her attention as she lifted her head, Jamie shifting slightly, giving you a smile. “My dad wouldn’t let me do it.” You made a face, getting a giggle out of Ivy, “he was right though, but guess what we compromised?” You mused, holding your hand out for the paint swatches that Jamie had. He handed them over with ease, “we painted one wall, dark, the wall I had my bed on, and the rest we did light.” You explained, Jamie giving Ivy a bright smile when she looked at him like it was the greatest idea ever. “We can do that, Ivy.” He agreed, and you giggled, “glad I could be of help.” You added.

“Thank you,” Jamie paused, waiting for a name. “Y/N.” You told him, smiling at the pair, “and your name is?” You asked, already figuring the little girl's name was Ivy. “Jamie.” He introduced himself. “What are you painting?” Ivy asked boldly, not one to talk much around new people, Jamie set her down so she could look at other colors, amused by her sudden interest. “I’m painting my dining room.” You answered, squatting down to her level, “do you have any color suggestions?” You asked Ivy. Jamie gave you a look that said you really don’t have to entertain her but you just gave him a smile. “Yellow.” Ivy announced, looking at the wall and grabbing actually, a very nice swatch, it was just yellow enough. You tilted your head as you looked at it, imagining it in your space. “That’s a very pretty color, Ivy.” You told her, smiling brightly as she blushed, handing you the color sample. “Thank you, Y/N.” She spoke politely, even though the words didn’t come out perfectly, it was a great attempt. “You’re welcome.” You stood to your full height, shocking Jamie by walking over to the counter to order the paint, no hesitation that a random little girl picked it out.

“You don’t have to-“ Jamie started to say, but you shrugged, giving him a happy smile, “I just got a new place, a fresh start, yellow seems fitting.” You told him. Jamie gave you a lopsided smile, if only you knew he was doing the same. “Daddy, this ones.” Ivy gasped, giving him two swatches, he chuckled at her grammar, squatting down to her level, “you’re sure?” He asked, he knew after all it was just paint, and if it turned out so terrible, they could paint over it but he didn’t want to have to do this twice. “This one looks like momma's dress!” Ivy explained, Jamie looked at the dark purple in his hand, instantly remembering Cora in that dress, Ivy’s favorite picture of her that she kept in her room. Suddenly her color choice made sense, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop, your heart stopping at Jamie’s next words. “Yeah, I think momma would have loved this.”

Was she… dead? You tried to knock the thought from your head, they were so young, but you knew accidents happened. You quickly looked away as Jamie stood back up, “here you go ma’am.” The teenager behind the counter spoke, you took the gallon from him, shooting him a smile. “Have a good day.” You told him, offering Jamie and Ivy a wave. “Will I see you again?” Ivy asked, Jamie nearly had heart failure right there as you stopped and giggled. “Oh I don’t know sweetheart, Seattle is a really big city. But don’t you worry, if I ever see you out and about I’ll be sure to say hello.” You assured her, watching as she got all giddy and slightly hid behind her father again. “Bye.” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling any wider. “Bye, Y/N.” He mumbled, seeming a little dazed as he made his way up to the counter.

***

It had been nearly a week in the new house, the walls were done, almost everything was unpacked and they were starting to feel a sense of normalcy. Jamie loved the neighborhood they ended up in, a true mix of all different people, yes their house was rather large, but it was still homey. The community was sprawling, having a little bit of everything, stand alone homes, townhomes, even some condos, there were plenty of kids around which made him feel good about his choice as he followed Ivy down the road as she rode her bike. “Slow down, Ivy.” Jamie cautioned as she was getting a good bit ahead of him, she huffed dramatically and slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. She was looking around at the houses, confused as to why they were attached, even though Jamie had explained it to her plenty of times. Ivy gasped so loudly, that you could hear it from your front lawn where you were spray painting a piece of furniture. You glanced over and did a double take.

There was absolutely no way, you refused to believe you were actually seeing this, then you saw Jamie and you were convinced the universe either loved you for letting you see him again, or hated you, as you were in ratty old painting clothes.

“Ivy!” You grinned, laughing when the little girl flew off her bike, letting it fall sideways, making Jamie groan, “hi Y/N!” She squealed running up your lawn. You smiled brightly as she hugged your leg, “Ivy.” Jamie called, giving you an apologetic smile but you shrugged it off. “Did you paint your room?” You asked the little girl as she pulled away, a pink tint to her cheeks, she nodded, her blonde curls bouncing in her ponytail. “Yay, that’s great!” You cheered, Jamie walked up behind her, “hi, Y/N. How are you?” He asked, his daughter leaning back against his legs as you two spoke. “Good, been busy making this place my own.” You laughed, motioning to the small townhome behind you. It was your first solo place, and you absolutely adored it, even if it needed some work. “Yeah, you always forget how much work it is moving into a new place.” He agreed, chuckling softly. “Did you do yellow?” Ivy asked, rocking on her feet. “I did.” You assured her, “would you two like to go in and see it?” You asked, cringing internally as you waited to look up at Jamie. “Sure.” He answered, grabbing his daughter's hand, following you inside.

You led them to the dining room, giggling as Ivy gasped, “so pretty!” She cheered, the yellow paid off, it made the space feel much more happy. “All because of you.” You told her, she asked if she could look at the pictures you had sitting on the entry table and you gave her a quick nod, giving you and Jamie a chance to talk. “Same neighborhood? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were stalking me.” You teased him lightly, getting a hearty chuckle out of him. “It is quite the coincidence.” He agreed, he felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time since he had met Cora.

It absolutely terrified him.

***

It had been a few weeks since that day, and you’d seen Ivy outside playing with another woman, Jamie not to be seen. You came out to grab your mail as she went riding by, “hi, Y/N!” She called, continuing to pedal away. “Hi, Ivy.” You spoke, you went over and introduced yourself to the girl, Taylor, finding out she was her babysitter. “Jamie must go out pretty often.” You commented to her, she shook her head, “oh no, he never goes anywhere without Ivy aside from work.” Taylor told you, “he plays hockey, I'm surprised you didn’t know that.” Taylor added, smiling as Ivy came up to the two of you. “We should be going, it’s almost dinner time.” Taylor spoke, she couldn’t be older than 20. You gave them both a smile, “yes! You don’t want to miss that.” You chuckled, bidding them a goodbye before going inside and googling Jamie.

What you found shocked you.

Jamie Oleksiak taking personal time to mourn loss of fiancé.

Jamie Oleksiak, will he be able to balance a professional career and a baby?

Will he bounce back from this?

You clicked the first article, bracing yourself as it loaded.

The date was from almost three years ago, you scrolled down and began to read…

Jamie Oleksiak has announced the sudden passing of his fiancé, Cora Hadley. Together they shared a daughter Ivy, who was also involved in the incident, she is expected to make a complete recovery.

A close friend tells us it was a severe car accident.

Our condolences to the family.

You clicked away from the article as tears burned your eyes. That was terrible. You read some of the other articles and only grew mad at how the reporters belittled his pain, only talking of how poorly his game play had been since then. And though you’d never wish that kind of loss on anyone, you know they wouldn’t be writing like that if they had felt it.

***

You and Jamie exchanged numbers, citing that it was for “neighborhood emergencies” you giggled at the thought as he was currently asking you what he should get Cora for the upcoming Christmas.

She’s the pickiest three year old ever, everyone always tells me that.

Well, what does the pickiest three year old ever like to do?

She’s either riding her bike and getting absolutely filthy or she’s inside playing dress up and being a little princess

Princess car?

They make those?!?

Oh, Jamie, I really need to take you shopping 🤦‍♀️

Tell me when and I’ll be there…

You tell me hot shot, you’re the one that plays hockey for a living.

How did you find out?

Google is a powerful thing… just kidding, Taylor told me.

Of course she did

Saturday afternoon? My parents will be in town and they want to take Ivy out for the day, so it’s a perfect excuse.

You know where I live, see you then!

He started typing, but then the dots went away and you never received another message.

You brushed it off, feeling butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years as you thought of merely shopping with Jamie for Christmas.

****

“You like him!” Your friend gushed to you as you spoke on the phone while getting ready, “no!” You rushed, only proving her point more. “Y/N, really.” Your friend, Amanda, spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with that, he’s clearly attractive and he’s a dad! He’s not going to be a jerk that just messed around with girls! It’s great.” She rambled, you sighed, pulling your jeans on with a little jump, “his fiancé died, Amanda. He could very well not be over that yet, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You explained, she went silent, “well you left that part out, how was I supposed to know.” She mumbled sheepishly. “It was almost three years ago, their baby was only six months old.” You whispered, cursing when your doorbell rang down the stairs. “Shit, shit, I have to go Amanda!” You rushed, hanging up as soon as she said bye. You adjusted the sweater you had on as you rushed down the stairs, careful not to fall flat on your face. You grabbed your purse as you walked past the counter, yelping as you stumbled and landed on your butt. So close.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Jamie called, hearing the thud, “yes, yeah, just a second.” You called out, wincing as you stood up, that was definitely going to hurt later. You finally, finally reached the door and unlocked it, pulling it open and giving him a bright smile. “Did you fall?” He asked instantly, bursting into laughter when your face went blank. “We’re not going to talk about that Jamie.” You chastised, stepping onto your little porch to leave with him. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, giving you a once over as you locked the door. “Is Ivy excited to be with your parents today?” You asked him, Jamie laughed under his breath, “so excited, she didn’t even care that I was going out.” He told you as he opened the passenger side door of his truck for you. “Thanks.” You mumbled as you slid in, your heart pounding in your chest. He shut the door and made his way around the truck as you adjusted in the seat.

“So, where to?”

****

Jamie was shocked and grimacing at the price of the princess car that he and you both knew Ivy would love. “Is she the type to give up on new toys quickly?” You asked, tilting your head as you both stared at the display, he shook his head as gave in. He had been leaning against the shelves and as he walked away you noticed his phone had fallen out of his pocket, you picked it up so no one would steal it as you waited for him to come back with a cart, and hopefully someone to help him with the box because it was not something you’d be much help with. His phone began to ring in your hand, the contact flashing across the top said mom, you let it ring, you’d tell him as soon as he came back. As soon as it stopped it was ringing again, you panicked and swiped to answer it, worried that something had happened to Ivy. “Hello?” You spoke into the phone, hearing Ivy wailing in the background. Fuck.

“Who is this?” His mother rushed, “I’m Y/N, Jamie forgot his phone he’s walking around the store– is everything alright?” You asked, cutting straight to the point, “no, we’re going to the emergency room, Ivy fell at the park and I think she broke her arm.” His mother rushed, and thankfully you saw Jamie approaching, “Jamie!” You shouted, rushing over, he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you on his phone.

“It’s your mom.” You rushed, giving it to him and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he listened to her speak over Ivy crying. “Shit, alright I’ll meet you there.” He told her, shooting you an apologetic look. “Go.” You assured him, he shook his head grabbing your hand and pulling you along, he wasn’t going to leave you stranded in a department store. “Sorry, he’ll purchase it another day!” You called to the employee who had a blank look on his face. “Let me talk to Ivy.” Jamie demanded after his mom had said something else, “daddy, it hurts!” Ivy got out between cries as his mother held the phone to her ear. “I know, princess. I’ll be there soon alright? I promise.” He assured her, finally releasing your hand as he realized he’d been holding it this whole time.

He managed to get off the phone so he could drive to the hospital, repeatedly apologizing for you being stuck with him and that this happened. “I was going to take you to lunch and ugh I’m just sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at his ramblings as you guys got stuck at a red light less than a mile from the hospital. “Jamie, stop apologizing. She’s your daughter, she always comes first, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” You soothed him, he glanced over at you, nodding softly, “reschedule the lunch?” He asked, despite the panic in his head, he still wanted to make sure you saw that he was interested in you.

“Yeah, we can reschedule, let’s just go see your baby.” You leaned over the center console, kissing his cheek as the light changed, doing a little happy dance in your head at how he blushed deeply at your actions.

“Family only.” The nurse remarked as you were about to follow Jamie to the room Ivy was in. He gave her an incredulous look, “it’s fine, go.” You assured him, pulling away from him to stay in the waiting room. He hesitated but went along, disappearing behind the doors as you picked a seat in the corner, making sure you had a sight line to the doors he went through. Over an hour went by as you sat there, scrolling through your phone, not hearing from Jamie, which you assumed was because he was being bombarded with questions of the girl who answered his phone, while also dealing with Ivy who was not going to enjoy the process of getting a cast.

Your phone chimed with a text just as you had finally decided to get off of it,

Finishing up now, sorry if my parents are a lot

You chuckled at the message, making sure you had all your items, including the little stuffy you’d bought at the hospital gift shop during your time sitting here. You stood up as you saw them walking out, Ivy draped over Jamie’s chest, half asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” His mom spoke, offering her hand, you repeated the sentiment, as well as with his dad. “Ivy.” You whispered, placing a hand on her back, holding the small stuffed animal in your hand, “I got you a little gift for being such a big brave girl.” You mumbled, she shifted to look at you with her puffy eyes, and pout settled deep on her lips, “thanks.” She whispered, taking it and holding it close to her chest, she kept her eyes on you as you walked behind Jamie, keeping up a conversation with his parents. And he was right, they were kind of a lot, but you pushed through, smiling when Ivy finally fell asleep in the car.

You sat in the back with Ivy, Jamie insisting you didn’t have to but you wanted to. “She handled it pretty well.” Jamie commented as he glanced back to see her asleep with her hand in yours. “She’s a tough little thing.” You agreed, glancing over at him, he gave you a heartwarming smile. “Thanks for coming with me today, I know it didn’t go to plan, but it was nice, you know… before she broke her arm.” He trailed off, pulling into your driveway to drop you off. You carefully pulled your hand from Ivy’s, she didn’t budge as she was exhausted from today.

Jamie got out to say goodbye, surprising you with a quick kiss to the cheek and a promise of that lunch date.

***

“Did some research?” You asked teasingly as Jamie took you to your favorite restaurant, you gave him a sideways glance as he parked the truck, “I may have had some assistance.” He shrugged, making you realize that’s why Ivy was grilling you the other day, when you had offered to watch her since Taylor was unavailable. “You two are trouble.” You quipped, watching him slip out wordlessly before opening your door for you. “But I’m a gentleman.” He reminded you, “a very good one at that.” You agreed, steadying yourself with his shoulders when you hoped down. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He declared, had you not wanted to kiss him so badly you would have teased him for the nervousness in his voice, but you simply looped your arms around his neck and let him sweep you off your feet with a wonderful first kiss.

The first of many.

***

Two months, and many, many, sneaky dates and stolen kisses later…

You were over at Jamie’s house, having dinner with him and Ivy, you and Jamie had gone out here and there, but most of your time was spent together with Ivy, and that’s what told him that you were the girl he needed to hang on to. Jamie wanted to take tonight to explain to Ivy that you two were dating, but he was scared, petrified even, that she would become upset and confused. You kept telling him nothing had to be done yet if he wasn’t ready, but he was, he swore he was.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked Ivy, dinner was long gone and you were playing a game of twenty questions, she wasn’t entirely aware of that but she was having fun nonetheless. “Purple! Like my mommas.” She declared, you gave her a smile, glancing over at Jamie to see how he handled it. Many conversations had happened between you two about the loss of Cora, you never wanted to rush him, and as he only gave Ivy a proud smile, you could tell he was truly ready to start the next chapter of his life again. You liked to think Cora was proud of him, for choosing you to be in their life.

“What’s yours?” Ivy countered back, giving you an inquisitive look, the closer she got to age four, the more like Jamie she seemed, and it always made you chuckle. “Yellow.” You told her, watching as she grinned, Jamie winked at you as you turned sheepish under their gaze. “Because of me?” Ivy gasped. “Yes, because of you.” You giggled, welcoming her hug when she bounced over to you. “Ivy, do you know what it means when people are dating?” Jamie asked his daughter as she stayed seated on your lap, she rested her elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands. “No but you said I’m not allowed to do that.” She spoke in a serious tone, sending you into a hysterical fit of laughter, not expecting her to be so blunt. Jamie tried not to but he joined you with a deep laugh, tipping his head back as Ivy grew impatient. “Ok, besides that.” Jamie cleared his throat, “when I say I’m dating someone that means that I really really like them and I want them to be part of our life.” He explained as best he could, you smiled from behind her at his words. Encouraging him to go on.

“Y/N and I are dating.” He spoke officially, you both held your breath as you waited for her reaction, she turned and looked at you, and then back to her dad. “You love her!” Ivy grinned, sending Jamie wide eyed and you into a wide smile as he blushed, “you love my daddy!” Ivy gasped turning to you, now he was the one grinning as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say. You gave her a nod, “well, it’s a bit more complicated than that when you’re our age, but yes.” You agreed with her, Jamie grabbed your hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze as Ivy climbed off your lap and started dancing around.

This had gone so much better than he had hoped.

When he was tucking her in that night while you were waiting for him on the couch, she said a few words that made him one hundred percent sure that everything was going the way it should, and that Cora even played a hand in this. “Can I have two favorite colors daddy?” Ivy asked, looking up at him sleepily as he pulled the blanket up her body, she was clinging to the stuffy you’d bought her. “Of course, bug.” He assured her, thinking that was that, but as he kissed her forehead she said, “purple and yellow are my favorites.” By the time he pulled his head back, her eyes were shut and her breathing was evening out. “Yeah, I think those are my favorites too.” He whispered.

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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♫ 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡��𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♫ Y/N is an American music artist and Seokjin helps her move to South Korea ♫ Part 6 ♫ 2,619

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Finding a place to live was easier said than done. Y/N didn’t need a huge place, it was just going to be her and maybe Seokjin at the most. She didn’t need a two-story mansion or the penthouse view of some super fancy condo. Something simple would do just fine…but on the other hand, Y/N had to think about Seokjin’s safety too. He was a well-known and sought-after man in South Korea, so she accepted his help in finding the perfect place. Having Seokjin by her side made things a little easier, Y/N didn’t miss the way the older realtor gave them disapproving looks or only chose to speak with Seokjin (which he spoke out about). After two weeks of looking for a place, Y/N had started to doubt if she would even be able to move to South Korea.

Seokjin had to be the MC for a talk show and left the dorm early. Y/N stayed behind, pretending to be sleeping when Seokjin left. She waited a half hour to get out of bed just to make sure Seokjin really left. Once she left the bedroom, Y/N was surprised to see Taehyung in the kitchen. She glanced at the clock and raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing up so early?”

Taehyung jumped from Y/N’s sudden appearance and nearly dropped the phone in his hand. He was dressed for the day in a white t-shirt with a brown cardigan, dark washed jeans, and Gucci sneakers.

“You scared me!” Taehyung pouts and shoves his phone in his pocket before he stands up and leans against the table. “We have a viewing to go to.”

“We?” Last time Y/N checked she didn’t schedule a viewing today.

“I was coming to wake you up…can we eat breakfast before we go?”

Y/N laughed and nodded her head. “What would you like to eat, baby bear?”

Taehyung’s face flushed at the nickname that he still hasn’t gotten used to and mumbles out his request for whatever Y/N felt kind enough to make. Y/N kept that in mind, knowing that the rest of the guys were most likely still asleep, so she settled on making street sandwiches with a twist; instead of toast she made kimchi pancakes to act as the bread with a fruit salad on the side. While cooking, Jungkook woke up and he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, still half asleep. Y/N giggled and let Jungkook nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck as she flipped the pancakes.

“It smells good…” Jungkook grumbled as he looked over Y/N’s shoulder.

“It’s almost ready. Do you want coffee? I can make you a caramel mocha.”

“I want one!” Taehyung chirped from his seat at the island and Y/N nodded her head. She patted Jungkook’s arms and moved him over to sit beside Taehyung. Y/N made their drinks and hurried out the kitchen to wake the other men in the dorm for breakfast. Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon had no problem waking up. Jimin was the problem child and Y/N had to snuggle with him for a few moments before he woke up enough to get out of bed. As Y/N started to plate the food, Jungkook set the table and Taehyung made everyone coffee. Namjoon took notice of Taehyung’s outfit and commented on the time, wondering where the younger man was going.

“I found two places that might work for Y/N. I wanted to go with her while she checked them out.”

“Where are they at? Close by?” Hoseok questioned.

“Mmmm…” Taehyung thought about the distance and nodded his head. “Maybe an hour or less away depending on how we all travel. They are in Gyeonggi-do, which would work. No one would expect us to be there since our dorm is in Seoul.”

The guys all nodded their heads in agreement and Y/N sighed, catching the attention of Yoongi who raised an eyebrow.

“You good, Y/N?”

“Yeah…just tired of looking at places.”

“You two haven’t been able to narrow anything down?” Jungkook had a pout on his lips and Y/N shook her head.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

Having nothing left to say, Y/N finished her food and headed to Seokjin’s room to get herself ready for the day. Y/N threw on a pair of boyfriend jeans and a white oversized button up shirt that she tucked in the front of her jeans with black heels and large hoop earrings. Y/N wrapped her hair up in a light blue scarf and threw on a little makeup before she headed into the living room. Yoongi is sitting on the couch dressed in a black multicolored sweater and ripped jeans with some fancy black Timberlands. Y/N sat on the couch with Yoongi and kicked her feet up into his lap. Yoongi moved his arms to rest on top of Y/N’s ankles and raised an eyebrow at her nail polish choice.

“Pink and yellow sparkles?” Yoongi commented with his lovely gummy smile.

“I know, right? Awesome!”

Taehyung had failed to mention that Yoongi would come along for the ride…as the driver while Y/N took the passenger seat. Taehyung had no problem taking the backseat as he acted as the DJ for the forty-minute drive to Gyeonggi-do. It would have been twenty-five minutes, but traffic was rough due to an accident on the road. While driving, Like a Fool by Nive ft. Sam Kim played and Y/N started singing alone. Taehyung joined in covering Sam’s parts and Yoongi got it all on video to show the guys later.

“We can get out here and walk,” Taehyung explained as he told Yoongi to pull over and park. Taehyung pulled a mask onto his face before he jumped out the car and opened Y/N’s door. He offered his hand to help her out of her seat and Y/N grabbed Taehyung’s hand, allowing for the younger man to help her out since she nearly tripped trying to avoid a puddle.

“What’s the address of this place?” Yoongi asked, adjusting his mask as the three of them started to head towards the apartment. Taehyung rattled off the address and Y/N looked around the neighborhood as they walked. There were a lot of homes and four-story buildings with a few shops scattered here and there. A large park was across the street from the road that they drove in on and Y/N felt the small flicker of hope burn in her chest. It didn’t seem like such a bad neighborhood to live in. Taehyung stopped in front of a tall building that looked a little out of place and he opened the door for Y/N and Yoongi. “What floor?” Yoongi wondered out loud as he glanced around at the people coming in and out of the building.

“The eighth floor…apartment number G73. I have to call the realtor; we can’t use the elevator without a keycard.”

“Keycard? Sounds pretty safe and I see they have security too.” Yoongi pointed out two guys walking around the entrance dressed in black and white with stun guns at their waist. “You’re on a higher floor that only the residents have access to and a working elevator.” Yoongi nodded his head clearly impressed so far with Taehyung’s choice. After Taehyung got off the phone, he sat down on one of the chairs and Y/N sat beside him. Yoongi sat down as well and the three of them people watched until the elevator dinged, and a younger looking woman dressed in a three-piece gray suit stepped out.

“That’s the realtor,” Taehyung informed the group before he stood up and shook the woman’s hand with a light bow.

Apartment G73 was something out of a movie. A very high class romcom came to Y/N’s mind but she kept that thought to herself as she walked around the apartment with Yoongi right beside her. The apartment was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom open loft style two level apartment, that totaled 825 square feet in all. There was a large glass wall partition on the farthest wall of the kitchen that separated the kitchen and second bedroom that had a gorgeous en-suite bathroom. There was an in-unit stacked washer and dryer tucked neatly away in the bathroom closet, too.

A private balcony breaks from the first-floor bedroom that follows the length of the whole bedroom wall that is connected by a large glass sliding door. In between the kitchen and living room there was a spiral staircase that led to the second floor where the bedroom is again hidden behind a glass wall partition. Floor to ceiling windows overlook the neighborhood below and give the room an ample amount of natural light. Two doors in the bedroom led to another en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet.

“So, what do you think? It’s beautiful, right?” Yoonah, the realtor asked with a smile on her face.

Y/N agreed the apartment was beautiful, the western modern style made her feel like she was back home visiting New York or Chicago. The colors were a little on the boring side, simple whites and gray, all very clean cut. The only major issue Y/N had with the apartment was the kitchen, it was small and lacked an island, but she could always buy a mobile one. Y/N didn’t want to jump on the apartment right away, there were still at least two more places to look at according to Taehyung. Y/N made a list of what she liked about the apartment before they followed Yoonah to the other two apartments. Around two thirty, Y/N had her mind made up and she signed a year lease for apartment G73.

“Yah! Be careful, Taehyung-ah!” Seokjin scolds as he holds the latter for Taehyung while he paints the bedroom wall on the first-floor sage green. Y/N is in the kitchen washing her new cutlery, glasses, and plates while her bluetooth speaker plays some r&b. The apartment is slowly coming together with the help of the guys. Seokjin was over the moon when Y/N told him that she signed a lease, and he was even more excited when he realized that he could buy Y/N a few housewarming gifts. Y/N laughs as Seokjin and Taehyung bicker with each other and she steps away from the sink, drying her hands on a towel. Smiling, Y/N walks into the guest bedroom that also doubles as her home music studio, and she watches as Taehyung nearly drops the paintbrush in his hand on Jin’s face.

“Yah! Stob it!”

“Okay, boys. Why don’t we take a break, yeah?” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door frame. “Lunch should be here any moment. Wash up.”

“Lunch?” Taehyung’s whole face lights up at the mention of food and Y/N smiles nodding her head.

“You gotta put the paintbrush down if you want to eat, baby bear.” Y/N teases and Seokjin shouts in protest as Taehyung thrusts the paint brush into his hand. Taehyung scrambles down from the ladder and hurries to wash his hands in the bathroom.

“Ashii, that brat…no respect at all.” Seokjin pouts and Y/N walks into the room. Placing her hands on Seokjin’s chest she presses a quick kiss to his lips and Seokjin sighs and rests his hands on Y/N’s hips making sure to keep the paintbrush away from her clothing. “How are the dishes coming along, beautiful?”

“I think I would enjoy a dishwasher instead.”

Seokjin chuckles and kisses Y/N’s forehead. “I think you make an excellent dishwasher.”

Y/N sucks her teeth and pushes Seokjin away from her just as the doorbell rings. “Wash up, Jinnie.” Y/N leaves the bedroom with Taehyung hot on her heels and he helps her carry the bags of take away to the dining room table that was set up the day before. Seokjin walks over to the dining room table and Y/N is quick to push him towards an empty chair. “Relax, I got you.” Running a hand over Seokjin’s broad shoulders, Y/N starts to make a plate for Seokjin and sets it in front of him while Taehyung grabs glasses from the cabinet. Seokjin smiles up at Y/N and accepts the kiss to his forehead that Y/N offers before she takes the seat to his right while Taehyung sits to Seokjin’s left.

“Wow! Mmph!” Taehyung whines as he burns his tongue and Seokjin pushes his glass of water into his hands. “T-thanks hyung.” Taehyung breathes out after he downs half his water. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sighs. “It’s really good!” Blowing on his food this time, Taehyung digs in and Y/N giggles as his cheeks puff up from eating.

“What are you going to do with the room on this floor?” Seokjin turns his attention from Taehyung and focuses on Y/N as they eat.

“I’ll keep it as a guest bedroom in case any of you need a place to crash, but it’s gonna be my music room for the most part. My Mom is sending over some of my extra recording equipment, and I’ll buy the rest while I’m here.”

“Are you going to soundproof the room?”

“A little, but nothing too crazy. I don’t plan on recording a full album or anything like that. It’s just gonna be rough copies that I’ll have to polish up in a real studio.”

“I can’t wait to see how everything turns out, Noona. I like the paint colors so far…how did you convince them to let you paint?” Taehyung wonders and Y/N shakes her head.

“Convince? I just asked if I could, and they said sure. I read through my lease, and they give me a lot of artistic freedom. I have a few changes I want to make to this place, but nothing major.”

“What else do you want to do?” Seokjin gives Y/N a weary look knowing that he will be the one that will be doing most of the heavy lifting if need be.

“It’s mainly the light fixtures that I want to change and add a few more. This place has so much space, but it doesn’t give much light unless I keep the partitions open all the time.” Y/N motions to the opened partition that lets in the natural light.

“The balcony needs some lighting too and I want to utilize that front space upstairs in front of the partition…maybe like an office or a reading nook. I haven’t really decided yet.” Y/N takes a sip of her wine and Taehyung smiles as he tries to picture what Y/N will do to the apartment.

“Can I pick?” Taehyung offers and Y/N nods her head.

“Sure, go head.”

“You should do a reading nook. Can’t you just use this table when you have to do real work or use the desk in the second room?” Taehyung takes a bite of his chicken and swallows before he speaks again.

“We can build a bookshelf and put it against the partition, maybe match whatever wood you choose for the main bedroom and bring it out into that space to pull it all together.”

“Do you want to help me design it?” Y/N offers, and Taehyung nods his head excitedly.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Taehyung beams and Seokjin groans…Taehyung has no idea what he just signed up for.

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fandomlit · 3 years

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neutral, chap. 2 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary tommy learns a little bit more about your relationship with dream before spending his day with ghostbur, exploring neutral territory and learning of the war that sparked its creation.

warning mentions of war, violence, and injuries

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“you have a package, y/n!” ghostbur called out just as you placed tommy’s breakfast in front of him. the ghoul’s words went completely ignored by tommy, whose gaze was solely focused on the beautiful stack of pancakes placed in front of him.

y/n smiled to herself. “you can bring it in, bur. i know who it’s from.” she shuffled syrup and butter over to tommy just as ghostbur came in with the fateful package.

tommy was already half way through scarfing down the stack of pancakes when y/n managed to open the package, ghostbur gazing over her shoulder. she took out a note set atop of the contents.

she read aloud, “y/n, i’m sorry i haven’t properly stopped by in a while. my work requires much of my undivided attention right now, which i’m sure you understand. please work your magic for me with the clothes included, and i will be sure to drop by for them and a meal soon. there are a few extra gifts included for you. i hope tommy isn’t burdening you. signed dream.”

“i’m not a burden!” tommy spoke offendedly through a mouthful of pancakes.

“you’re right, tommy,” y/n hummed, handing him a napkin to wipe some syrup off of his chin. “you’re perfect company.” tommy smiled to himself as he finished off his stack of pancakes. y/n sighed to herself, “clay really knows how to ruin a good piece of clothing..”

“so you and dream are close, y/n?” tommy grumbled, picking up his glass of milk.

she shrugged. “as close as you can be with someone you barely see.” she placed his battered clothes to the side, sighing again when she saw the rest of the contents of the box. tommy didn’t realize this, continuing with his questions.

“i remember that he respected your territory when he stepped into it,” he recalled. “he was going to kill me, but then he realized he was in neutral.”

y/n nodded. “when i made claimed this territory as neutral, i made a deal with everyone: i would mend and tailor anything you needed as long as you respected my territory as neutral.” she held up a box of diamonds and a smaller box of netherite to tommy’s view, making his mouth drop open with surprise. y/n held out another napkin to him for the milk that had sputtered out of his open mouth while ghostbur laughed into his hand. “clay is the only one who still tries to pay me.”

“with netherite?!” tommy exclaimed, letting out a surprised laugh.

y/n shrugged, seemingly not phased by the generous gift. “the nether..” she shook her head, placing the valuable materials onto the table, “is not a place i like to go. and most of this will probably be going toward dream’s armor, anyway.” she sighed, placing the gifts back into the box and laying the tattered shirts on top of them. “trust me, he’s still too kind for his own good with these sorts of materials.”

“how much netherite does that man have?” ghostbur scoffed, looking at how much was contained in the box.

“probably quadruple that amount,” y/n chuckled. “he has far too much free time.”

“and he doesn’t even spend it with you,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head with a goofy smile.

“i know!” y/n spoke sarcastically before laughing out. she closed the box and set it under the table. “i’ll deal with that later. do you want any more pancakes, tommy?”

“no, i’m stuffed,” the teen yawned. “but thank you.”

she nodded. “well, then how about ghostbur shows you around the territory today?”

the boys perked up immediately. “really?”

“yeah,” she laughed, taking tommy’s empty plate. “you two can take the day to explore and have fun. go be a kid, kid.”

tommy excitedly looked up to his ghost friend. “fancy a game of ultimate tag?”

“you’re gonna get crushed,” ghostbur laughed before they both ran out of the house, laughing. y/n smiled.

“oh! i should make them lunch..”

...

“how big is this place?” tommy laughed after a few rounds of tag. they had found their way to a pond in a forested area, tommy deciding his knee needed a break after all of their running.

“it’s bigger than you think,” ghostbur assured, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from the water as they sat along the small shore. “y/n claimed the territory before l’manberg, so there really wasn’t any need for a turf war of any sorts for what she settled.”

“how long has she lived here?” tommy questioned.

ghostbur shrugged. “almost two years, i think. she’s made quite the life for herself since.” more to himself, he muttered, “god, has it really been that long since it happened?”

“since what happened?” tommy asked, leaning closer to his friend with sparkling, curious eyes.

ghostbur sighed, “i’ll admit, i don’t remember too much.. but i know there was a fight. one of the first wars of our time, and it was all over y/n.”

“they were fighting for her?” tommy spoke with confusion. “she’s not an object.”

“very good, tommy,” ghostbur prided, patting his friend on the shoulder. “you’re right, she’s not. that’s why y/n left her original home and sought to create neutral territory; to end the fighting and create a place where peace could reign. in exchange, she’d offer her goods and services.”

“so they were fighting over her for her skills,” tommy understood. ghostbur made a face. “..or not?”

“both sides obviously wanted her skills, but i think y/n tends to neglect the fact that they were all madly in love with her,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head.

tommy raised his eyebrows. “a crime of passion, eh?” he joked, making them both laugh out before he asked, “who was it?”

“let me think,” ghostbur sighed, tapping his chin. “i know one was dream, but the other.. i think it was-”

“boys! lunch is ready when you are!”

tommy turned back to ghostbur. “well? who?”

ghostbur shook his head. “sorry, tommy, i don’t remember that far. that’s as much as i can tell you.”

tommy couldn’t help but fel disappointed, but he knew he couldn’t blame his friend. “that’s alright, ghostbur. let’s go get lunch before y/n comes looking for us.”

...

after lunch and an insistent rematch of tag, ghostbur and tommy made their way to the organized garden area.

“y/n grows anything you can imagine,” ghostbur bragged as tommy marveled as the fluorescent, beautifully natural area. “she’s been to nearly every biome to complete her garden.”

“you can grow cocoa?!” tommy exclaimed when he finally spotted y/n, who was swinging an axe at a low jungle tree.

“y/n found a way,” ghostbur shrugged, guiding tommy over to her. “hey, y/n!”

“hi, boys,” she smiled, plucking off the plant she had loosened from the tree. “was lunch good? im sorry i didn’t stay and chat.”

“it was delicious,” ghostbur complimented, tommy nodding in agreement as his mind drifted back to the mouth watering coleslaw and toasted sandwiches she had prepared.

“that’s good!” she smiled, placing the cocoa plant on the ground. “you boys may want to step back.” they did as told as y/n swung her axe over her head, splitting the cocoa clean in half and revealing the delicious beans inside of it. “voila!”

ghostbur clapped politely. “thank you,” y/n laughed, dropping her axe and picking up the split plant. “would you boys like a sample?”

“sure,” tommy shrugged, stepping forward with ghostbur. he picked out a few beans before popping them into his mouth. breaking through the semi-tough shell, the delicious, dark taste flooded his taste buds and made him nearly moan, as y/n’s food often did. he and ghostbur shared a look of satisfaction before he voiced, “oh, y/n.. they’re perfect.”

“that’s good,” she laughed before nudging her bucket closer to her and scooping the seeds out into it. “how has your day around the territory been?”

“entertaining,” tommy spoke before asking, “how did you get into gardening, y/n?”

y/n gave ghostbur a knowing smile before she answered the younger boy’s question, “i was tired of eating only meat and bread. gardening was a way to expand my diet to more than just carbs and proteins. also, it’s very calming.” they followed when she hiked up her bucket and moved to the next jungle tree.

“is it?” tommy questioned.

she affirmed with a nod. “it’s nice to be able to spend a day tending to things you made. the fruits of your own harvest are the sweetest, they say.” they watched as she knocked down another cocoa plant.

“they are,” tommy nodded solemnly, his mind drifting to a sadder, more familiar place. “that’s why i miss l’manberg.”

y/n was barely surprised by the boy’s open confession. she tossed her axe down again, going to place a hand on tommy’s shoulder. “i know you do, tommy, and i know it’s rough right now. but what we’re playing here is a waiting game; we’re waiting for a safe opportunity to get you home, and in the meantime, i’ll take care of you, kid.”

tommy offered you another nod and a smile. “we?”

y/n gave him a kind grin. “im going to help you as best as i can from where i am. and i know that’s not much from me, but i know that everyone deserves a home that they love. and you can’t get there alone, kid.”

“you’re right about that,” tommy sighed before looking into her kind eyes. “thank you, y/n. your help means a lot.”

she squeezed his shoulder. “of course, tommy. you and ghostbur go explore some more; try to keep your mind on the things you can control.” she picked her axe back up.

tommy looked to the pitying ghoul beside him before looking back to y/n, a new thought fresh in his mind. “can you teach me how to cook?”

y/n grinned as she lifted her axe over her head again. “of course i can, tommy.”

tommy smiled as she cracked open the plant. he looked back to ghostbur. “wanna go for a swim?” the ghost shot him a fearful look. “im kidding! im kidding, let’s go use some pigs for target practice.” they both began to walk off, chatting and giggling before tommy turned and called, “y/n!” she looked up attentively. “what’s for dinner?”

she smiled. “i was thinking ribs!”

tommy’s mouth watered at the thought. “oh my god, i can’t wait to learn how to cook..”

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Fire Dogs

The fires had been blazing for weeks now, inching closer and closer to your home and firefighters were pouring in. You’d decided to stay, the fire was mostly moving away from town, thank god. The mayor had said that people who were willing to stay and help care for the hordes of firefighters pouring into town were appreciated. So even though you were a single Omega, you’d signed up. You could take in 2-6 firefighters depending on if they were willing to share a bed with one another and if you needed to sleep on the couch. You’d been assigned 3 men, all from New York City, one a Captain and all of them Alphas.

When you open the door as they walk up your sidewalk the first, a man with light hair and blue eyes, gives you a tight smile.

“Hi, welcome. I have a dog, is that okay?” The three men don’t even have to look at one another before all nodding yes. “Great, come on in.” You move out of the doorway and the three men come into the house.

“Thank you so much for opening your home to us.” The first man says, god he smells good, like sandalwood and lavender.

“It’s the least I could do.” You introduce yourself as your dog comes trotting into the room, Cooper’s tail wagging wildly. “But you can call me Fawn, and this is Cooper.”

“Sorry, I’m Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.” The first man says introducing himself and the two men with him.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” You lead them upstairs and show them each to a room. Bucky takes your first spare room, Sam the second and Steve is in the master.

“Buck, you’ve got third shift, Sam you’re on first and I’m on second.”

“Do we start today?” Bucky asks as you make your way downstairs, you were given a small packet for the guys, things you would need to know like allergies, presentation, emergency contacts and dietary restrictions. All three are simple, no dietary issues, no allergies, Alphas, Sam has his wife Carol as his emergency contact but Steve and Bucky, or James as he’s listed, both have Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s sister.

You get started on dinner and Sam wanders down into the kitchen bringing his

“So, why didn’t you leave town?”

“Nowhere to go. And the fire is heading away from here so hopefully everything will stay away from town.”

“The smoke doesn’t bother you?”

“I mean it’s not great but as long as Coop and I are okay I plan on staying. I’ve got some stuff packed up in my car and ready to go but I just haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”

“That’s fair. We do really appreciate you doing this. Letting us stay here.” He’s got such a soothing presence about him that you forget he’s an Alpha until his scent washes over you.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him with a smile, “so what does first shift mean?”

“Oh, it’s the really early shift, like 4am. Steve will be out running a crew since he’s a Captain back home and he’s around 10am then Bucky is 4pm.”

“What will I need for you in the morning? Breakfast? Coffee? Energy bars?”

“Coffee would be great. I usually take it with milk.” You jot down coffee and milk on a sheet of paper.

“How do the other two take their coffee?”

“Barnes likes it black, like a psychopath and Steve likes it with cream and sugar so he can’t taste the coffee.” You laugh and jot down creamer.

“Any chance you know what kind of creamer he likes?”

“Caramel I think.”

“I can always ask him too. I’ll set the coffee to go off at 3:15 for you.”

“Thank you.” Sam says as he sits down at the island. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Spaghetti. I make the sauce from scratch, from the garden.”

“It smells great.”

“Thanks, should be about a half hour. I’ve got meatballs in the oven and will have some garlic bread and green beans from my garden too.”

“You’re going to spoil us huh?” He says with a grin and you laugh, hoping that your suppressants work like they’re supposed to and keep you presenting as a Beta.

“I don’t get to cook for others often so I’m being a little selfish. Let me know if you need anything from town or want me to get anything. I’ll go shopping for the week tomorrow.”

“Are they paying you to host us?”

“No, but I don’t mind getting you guys stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t offer if it was a problem.” You assure him and after studying you he nods.

“I’ll be sure to let the guys know.” You chat with Sam while you cook. You learn that his wife Carol is an Alpha and a doctor. The Alpha/Alpha pair is uncommon but if it works for them that’s wonderful. You also learn that he, Bucky and Steve served together and that Carol had outranked all three.

It seems that Steve has always been the one to lead their little trio, and when the smell of dinner lures him and Bucky down you include them in the conversation. Bucky, whose scent is oranges and cedar wood, is more chatty and flirty than Steve is but there’s this quiet strength about Steve that’s impossible not to notice.

Sam goes to bed immediately after dinner but Steve and Bucky stay up and watch the news with you. You set the coffee machine for Sam and leave him a note to help himself to anything he wants to eat. Then you bring Cooper outside, he wanders your wildfire lit backyard, the orange glow is spooky and the smell of smoke is thick in the air.

“Come on Coop, it’s bedtime.” You tell him leading him to the living room. Both Steve and Bucky are gone so you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed in the bathroom then head back to the couch where Cooper is laying dead center. “Move it Coop.” He grumbles but gets down, once you’re settled you let him back up on the couch between your feet.

You wake up as Sam closes the fridge.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly. When he turns and sees you sitting up on the couch.

“No it’s okay.” You tell him as Cooper hops off of the couch. You follow him to the back door and let him out.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

“They needed three more beds so I gave them three more beds.”

“We put you out of your room?” He asks with a small frown.

“I sleep more on the couch anyway, I usually fall asleep to one baking show or another.” You tell him with a sleepy smile, you hadn’t meant to tell them they’d taken all your beds but it was too late now.

“This is your home.”

“Seriously Sam don’t worry about it.” You say letting Cooper back into the house. “Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says and you go back to bed on the couch.

The next time you wake it’s 9:00 and you want to make sure that you’ve got something ready for Bucky and Steve for breakfast so you get up. You feed Cooper then let him out again, if there wasn’t the fire you’d let him stay outside as long as he wanted. You sit down on the couch and pull your tablet into your lap. Cooper joins you on the couch as you start to draw your characters.

“Morning.” Steve’s voice is low and soft when he greets you.

“Good morning. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns and bacon in the oven. The pans will be warm.”

“Thanks,” you hear him help himself to food and coffee then he comes out into the living room. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. Don’t let Coop fool you into any food though.”

“No people food for him?”

“Just some fruit and veggies.” You tell him glancing up at the fire captain. “So Sam said you guys were on a 4-10-4 start time but what time are you all home?”

“We’re doing 12 hour shifts, so Sam and Buck don’t overlap but I will with both.”

“Okay, I’ll have dinner ready when you get back. Is there anything that I don’t have that you need? Sam said you liked a certain flavor of creamer.”

“The French vanilla is fine.”

“He said caramel?” You glance over at him again and he has this little shy smile on his face. “I don’t mind, I need to go get groceries anyway.”

“Caramel is my favorite.” He admits and you nod then get back to your drawing. He finishes his breakfast in silence then puts his dishes into the dishwasher, Steve heads back upstairs and you hear him finish getting ready before he comes back down.

“Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says before closing the door softly behind him.

Bucky sleeps until almost noon, you’ve taken breakfast out of the oven and put it in the fridge. He somehow looks groggy still and you’re worried he didn’t sleep well.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. How are you?” His voice is low and husky.

“Good. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yea I slept great. I could still be asleep to be honest but I might get called in early.”

“Why?”

“There are less guys at base camp right now. Apparently a group of them had some trouble on the way? I don’t know but Steve called.”

“Breakfast is in the fridge if you wanna heat it otherwise I have lunch meat and stuff for sandwiches.”

“I love breakfast food.” He says making his way to the fridge. He starts a cup of coffee then opens the fridge.

You find out that Bucky is a chatter. Which is fine but you’re glad that you’re illustrating today rather than writing because there’s no way you’d be able to focus on writing. He asks you about living in the small town, how you ended up here, about your job, when he finds out you’re an author and illustrator of children’s books he promises to buy his niece a couple books. You tell him to leave his address and you’ll send him a signed copy of the one you’re working on, he excitedly does.

When he leaves at 3:30, not being called in early, you take a break and start on dinner. You want to make sure you’ve got food ready for Sam when he gets back.

Sam comes in at 4:45, Cooper barks excitedly and Sam sinks to the ground and Cooper immediately calms allowing Sam to wrap his arms around him. You don’t say anything, just continue to cook while Sam hugs Cooper to him. You hear him talking softly but you ignore him, whatever he’s saying to Coop is none of your business.

“I’m gonna go take a shower before I eat.” Sam says at full volume, the side of his face still pressed to Cooper’s side.

“That’s fine,” you assure him, “I’ve got about twenty minutes before the rice is done.”

“Okay.” He disappears then Cooper comes wandering into the kitchen. You give him a couple of treats and tell him what a good boy he is.

Sam eats in silence then goes up to his room, you’re pretty sure he goes to bed by 7 but after the day he’s had you can’t blame him.

At 10 you start reheating food for when Steve comes in. Sure enough, 10:30 rolls in and so does Steve. Cooper greets Steve with a wagging tail, Steve gives him a little pat and heads upstairs. You hear the shower turn on and after around 10 minutes Steve is back dropping down on the couch as Cooper puts a head in his lap. Steve absently pets Cooper and you place a plate of food in front of him.

“Thank you.” His tired eyes meet yours and he gives you a little half smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” You tell him sincerely. Cooper stays with his head in Steve’s lap until Steve goes upstairs to bed. You set up your bed on the couch and set your alarm for 3:30 in the morning so you can get food heated for Bucky and coffee and food started for Sam.

You fall asleep still smelling Steve on your couch.

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