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moonlightchild358 · 3 years
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Blinded
It had been five days, five days since the last fight with the foot clan, and since Donnie could remember to have had any sleep.
Even though he was used to sleeping a few hours per day, the amount of stress he was undergoing it appeared to be testing his limits, both mentally and physically. As the four of them were leaving the fight scene, Mickey had noticed by mere coincidence a strange piece of paper lying on the ground. When he showed it to his brothers once back home, it had taken Donnie a second to understand that those drawn on the paper could very well be some preliminary sketch for what looked like some sort of new weapon.
“Guys…” he said while exiting his lab, “I fear the foot is up to something quite big…and it doesn’t look good.”
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“Donnie?” Y/N asked approaching the tall terrapin, who just kept staring at his lab’s screen with still eyes, as hypnotized.
“Donnie?” she asked again after receiving no answer, this time gently touching his shoulder.
The feeling of her delicate fingers against his skin, unbeknownst to her, sent a delightful electric sparkle down his spine that made him shiver. Letting out a soft breath, only then he slowly turned in his chair towards her, for the first time since they met, too exhausted to blush or stammer as he usually did. He simply gazed at her in stupor, like if she was an angelic apparition, and after along moment he finally whispered shyly “Hi Y/N…”
“Hi…are you alright?” she questioned worried while looking at his strange expression and noticing how bad the dark circles around his eyes were, so dark they almost looked like if they had been drawn with a marker.
“…w-what?” was the only reply he was able to give as everything around him slowly seemed to get blurrier with each passing second, while the sharp pain in his temples worsened as he spoke.
“Donnie, how many fingers am I holding?” and she raised right in front of him her right thumb and index.
“Earth to Donnie…” she asked increasingly concerned when she saw no response coming, until an anxious thought crept in her mind, “… Donnie, can you see my fingers at all?”
After an interminable moment, she heard something that made her heart flip: “I… can’t see…anything” and as soon as he finished whispering those words, his strength suddenly gave out and if it wasn’t for Y/N, he would have collapsed unconscious on the floor.
“Guys! Donnie needs help!” Y/N cried out as she caught him on time, while Splinter arrived in a matter of seconds, followed by his sons and Casey, alarmed at the sudden cry.
“Son...” said Splinter as he reached for his unconscious son’s cheek “Y/N what happened ?”
“He said he couldn’t see and then collapsed.”
“This ain’t good…” Ralph muttered worried “last time he went out like this we were kids…”
“Raph what’s wrong with him?!” Y/N asked while her heart raced, as she held Donnie’s head.
“When Donnie becomes too stressed, he gets migraines so bad that he faints or becomes blind, sometimes for hours” Leo explained as Splinter after a few slaps was able to wake his son, who regained consciousness for a few moments.
“Dad? W-what happen...”
“Hush now son. Raphael, turn down all the lights, Mickey, Leonardo, help us carry him to his bed.
“nooo…” Donnie tried to protest, only to be shushed by his father, as the four of them helped him get on the mattress, and when his body touched the soft covers, he went limp like a marionette without strings, while Y/N never left his side.
Raph switched off the lights, one by one until the room became dark, while the others started to quietly leave the room, all except Y/N.
Not seeing the young woman following them, Leo turned and was about to call her when his sensei made him sign not to say a word, smiling at the scene.
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“Oh Donnie…what have you done to yourself?” Y/N whispered as she moved closer to the terrapin, until his head was pressed against her chest, whilst her fingertips, delicate as feathers, began to slowly caress his temples.
Poor Donatello wasn’t yet completely unconscious. Despite his momentary blindness and the terrible pain in his head, his body was still able to feel that Y/N, the woman he secretly dreamt every night and made his heart jump when they were in the same room, was now awfully close to him. Normally, even a simple high five or a friendly pat on the shoulder was enough for him to forget how to breathe or not being able to tell the difference between a mouse and an elephant, and now that he could feel with the last ounces of strength left her skin against his face…
No, no, no. They couldn’t, they shouldn’t be so close. His brain shouted at him that it was all either his imagination and he was going crazy, and even if she had feelings for him, then what? Society, the whole world would never accept them together. They belonged to different species, to different worlds. He couldn’t just stroll in the park with her in broad daylight, hold her hand in public, go to the cinema, live together, lay together in the same bed… but then his heart, refusing to be silenced by his rationality, painfully twitched, and reminded him how much he cared for her, how much he needed and wanted to be at her side. He wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her soft lips against his, caress her hair…oh, only since he met Y/N the poor ninja had finally understood for the first time in his life how touch starved he was. How lonely he was. Sometimes he didn’t know if meeting her had been a blessing or a cruel trick of Fate. Why showing him something he could never have?
“Sleep Donnie, I’m here.” Echoed her voice.
Oh, why him?! Why of all creatures on earth he had to be tormented like this ?! Had he had even a smidge of strength, Donatello would have got up and left the room right that moment, emotions driving him insane. But he was too weak to move, even to open his eyes, and now even his body was betraying him, refusing to obey his will, and leaned closer into Y/N’s touch. No. no matter how hard he tried to fight he knew this was a battle he couldn’t win. Not that night. Not at that moment. So, like a sailor with a siren, he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, lulled by the reassuring sound of her heartbeat.
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The next day the guys had just left the lair to get some pizza when Donnie started slowly to wake up.
For once the lair was quiet, and as he lazily looked around with half opened eyes, he happily observed that his sight was back, and the migraine that had plagued him the day before was instead gone. Smiling he closed his eyes again, and nuzzled happy the pillow underneath him, which he could swear was the comfiest thing on the planet, warm and super soft. But then, as he was about to fall asleep again, he noticed something wasn’t quite right…was his pillow… breathing? …pillows don’t breathe…and why did it have the exact same scent as Y/N? Wait…oh no…
“Y/N?” ……he said dumbfounded, and as her chest rose for an intake of air, realization finally hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes shot open and with a gasp he got up and looked at Y/N, who awoke suddenly at the sound of his high-pitched gasp, and now stared at him with a confused expression.
“OMG...I’m so sorry Y/N !please forgive me!...I-I I had no idea, well technically I could feel that it wasn’t a real pillow what I was sleeping on, but believe, I would never…” he kept on blabbering, guilt overwhelming him, but her index finger came to his lips, followed by a smile so sweet that almost made his heart melt.
“Silly genius, I’m not angry with you Donnie.”
“B-but I.. I mean, I was on…tonight we…we sle-slept..”
“In the same bed? Yes, I know. It helped you relax. Speaking of which: how are you feeling?” she finished trying to change subject, seeing how utterly embarrassed he was, though deep down, it was one of his many traits she loved.
“1oo times better…thanks to you”, he replied, unable to look in her eyes.
“Glad I could help you” and gently placing her right hand under his chin, she forced him to look at her “… Donnie… I was so worried about you…when you fainted yesterday I almost had a heart attack.”
“Oh Y/N…I would never do something that could upset you…but I need to understand what those blueprints are Y/N, I’m the only one who can and if I don’t find out soon...” but she cut him off.
“ And enlighten me, oh smart one: how can you do that if you work yourself to death?!” now, that was a good point. Donnie tried to reply at her statement but couldn’t find any coherent word to say. He just kept staring at her.
“Donnie, we all know that if there’s anyone who can do it, it’s you. You are the smartest guy I’ve ever met.”
“Well…at least I can help…”
“What do you mean? Donnie, you are not just the brain of the team…you are a brave and skilled warrior, I saw you in action, I’ve seen you fight. You would never turn away from a fight, even if the chances to win were slim. You’re strong, kind, loyal… and may I say you also have the most adorable laugh on earth.”
Donatello could swear that his brain had stopped working. Nobody, especially a girl, had ever said so many kind words all at once. True, he knew his brothers, his father and friends valued and loved him, but hearing all those praises coming from his crush was enough to leave him speechless.
“Y/N…I-I…”
“Yes?” she whispered, her heart beating fast against her chest.
“I…I mean you…the thing is…” He was adorable when he stammered like that.
“Let’s make a deal…” she offered, unable to cope any longer, and wait…was her face coming closer? “The next time you feel too tired to go on, just tell me, OK?” and then he felt something soft pressed against his mouth. It took him a long moment to realize she was kissing him, and only after some seconds he was finally able to react and shyly kiss her back.
Maybe, maybe fate wasn’t so cruel after all…
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atinydise · 4 years
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Ateez reacting to their s/o flinching
❦ Genre: Light Angst/Fluff.
❦ Pairing: OT8.
❦ Word count: 11k7.
❦ Masterlist.
❦ Warning: ⚠️I don’t describe a lot of harsh abusive thing but if you feel uncomfortable, don’t read this!
HONGJOONG
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You spend the whole morning arguing with your boyfriend. Yesterday, he was supposed to be present to meet your friends for the first time. But he never came and even didn’t text you to apologize. So, you were upset and worried the whole night. “Do you know what ‘busy’ means?” He asked you sarcastically. “Were you really too busy to at least send a simple text?” Hongjoong rolled his eyes, annoyed and turned around to pick a bottle of water on the fridge. “Yes, I was too busy.” “Yes sure. That’s why Jongho has enough time to post on Twitter.” You added. “Oh wow, Jongho posted so it means that I’m free?” “Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot.” You let him know angrily. “How I’m supposed to talk to you when you can’t understand that I’m busy?” He put the bottle on the counter angrily. The loud sound was still resonating in your head.
“I just don’t believe you.” You raised your voice. Hongjoong bit his tongue angrily. His fists were clenched, and you could see the vein on his neck. He was getting really angry. But you too. He grabbed a glass on the cupboard and turned around. You didn’t know if it was the way he faced you, or the way he held this glass, but you hide yourself behind your arms, to protect you. Hongjoong froze. You really think he would be able to hurt your physically? “Y/N?” Why are you covering your face?” He asked. “I-I don’t know... I thought you would throw me the glass.” You muttered. Hongjoong put back the glass nicely and walked toward you to pull you in a soft and warm hug. “No matter how hard our argues are, I would never touch you this way.” He looked right into your eyes. “Never.” “Okay.” You nodded. “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry too...” he apologized, hugging you tighter.
SEONGHWA
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“Are you going to stay quiet the whole day?” You ignored him; hands full of clothes. You slammed your bedroom door in front of his face. He clenched his fist. Since this morning, you completely ignored him. Usually you eat together but you didn’t even cook for him. “What have I done wrong?” He entered the room. “How I can fix something I don’t know?” You continued to tidy your clothes on your wardrobe still unbothered by his presence. “Tell me why you are mad at me Y/N!” He yelled. Once again, you didn’t reply. More than upset, he grabbed your shoulders a bit too strong for you but not too harsh. “I’m talking to you. If you are polite enough, you should answer me!” “Ah really? Were you polite when you asked me to let you breathe enough yesterday?” You finally said, “in front of everyone?” Seonghwa’s face decomposed. You were really mad for this? Your boyfriend scoffed, not believing that you ignored him just for that. “You are unbelievable... why-” He stopped when you flinched. For a second, you thought that he would hit you, but he was just passing his hand in his hair. “Did you just-” he realized. You blinked dumbly. “Y/N. Do you really think I was going to hit you?” You shrugged, “I don’t know... maybe?” “What? Wait no!” He claimed. “I would never do that! And nobody should.” You looked away, ashamed to think that he could hurt you physically. “Listen.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “I would never do that. I promised you I would never hurt you. Do you remember?” “Yes,” you nodded shyly. “Good.” He smiled. “Now can you explain why you were SO mad for this?” He asked, not giving up.
YUNHO
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Yunho and you entered the empty room. You went in the supermarket to buy some snacks for Mingi’s birthday. But it turned bad when you bumped on your ex-boyfriend. To be honest, you broke up in a good term and stayed good friends. Even if Yunho knew about it, he hated to see you smiling and laughing with this guy. You careful settled down the bag on the table. “Are you done? You are being jealous for nothing, babe...” “Nothing?” He repeated, putting down messily the 2 other bags. You jumped a bit because of his brutality. “Yes! We were just talking! And we are both in a good and healthy relationship.” You tried to calm him. “I don’t believe he is. I saw how he was looking at you.” “Yunho... it’s not like I would see him again anyway.” You stared at your boyfriend. He seemed taller and scarier than usual. “I don’t want you to see him again.” He added. “You don’t have the right to tell me what I can do or not.” You faced him. He was looking intensely at you. His ears were red because of the anger. “Y/N.” He called you seriously. “I don’t like him at all.” He stepped forward you. His eyes widened when he saw that you stepped back, almost bumping on the table behind you. You suddenly seemed terrified. And the worse thing is that it was because of him. “I-” he started but finally stayed quiet. He stepped back too and left the kitchen to go in his room. You followed him slowly. He acted differently suddenly. You knocked at the door but entered by yourself when he didn’t tell you to come in. “Yunho? Are you okay?” You whispered, sitting next to him. His back was facing you. “You really think that I could hit you?” You blinked twice, unsure to understand. “No, it’s just that I- you looked so intimidating suddenly.” “I would never hit or try to intimidate you.” He said sadly. You lay down behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist. “I know. You would never do such a thing.” You kissed his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, rubbing your hand gently.
YEOSANG
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It was probably the worst argue you had. Bad and harsh words were said. You ended by crying of anger, but it doesn’t stop anything. “I know that I’m not perfect, but could you at least be indulgent with me?” He stood up from the couch. “I’m indulgent with you! I’m spending my whole damn time being indulgent with you!” You replied harshly. “Can you think with your brain that I am an idol. I have so much more responsibilities than go to the cinema with you?” “Oh sorry sir.” You did a reverence. “It’s true that spend time with your girlfriend is lame and make you waste your time. Really sorry.” You added sarcastically. “I have a schedule. A schedule-du-le.” He spelled. “I’m more than done with your schedule.” You yelled. “Thank let’s break up because I’m done with you.” He threatened back. “Okay perfect!” You agreed. “That’s really what you want?” He asked you. “Yes!” “Then great!” He stretched his arm near you to grab his jacket on the coat hanger. Unconsciously, you flinched, thinking that he was going to punch you. Yeosang was staring at you in horror and shock. “Did you just... flinched?” He whispered. You avoided his stare, wiping a tear. “I wouldn’t if you were not so mad!” Yeosang cupped your face on his large hands. “Nobody has the right to hurt you okay?” He insisted seriously. “I know that you wouldn’t. But you seemed so mad.” “I would never hit you even if I’m very very very very angry.” He insisted. “Okay...” He kissed your forehead before pulling you in a tight hug. “Never never never never never never never-“ “I got it Yeosang.” You giggled. “Never never never never never never never-“ “You can stop.” “I wanted to be sure you understood.” He smiled.
SAN
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You were waiting San on the couch of your shared apartment. You know that you would argue with him tonight. And it wasn’t the first time this week. You were kind of angry because of his behavior with this new girl. She was hired as a staff member, but she was a little bit too touchy with your boyfriend. And even all the members but you didn’t mind. Everything went down when you let her know about her behavior in front of everyone.
As expected, San entered the apartment angrily, slamming the door behind him. He was wearing his Taekwondo outfit. Things that he does only when he needs to calm down. “What was this Y/N?” He confronted you right away. “I told you I don’t like the way she is with you.” You replied straight. He stepped forward, “and this is a reason to act like that?” “Yes! You did worse to me with other guys than what I did to her!” The members were right, San was the scarier one when he’s angry. “Just a talk with a her apart wouldn’t be enough?” He asked, tightening his black belt. “I tried but she- she just laughed at me.” San lifted his arms to rub his temples, but you were thinking that he was about to slap you. You flinched trying to protect your face and let out a little gasp. “What-” he grabbed your arms. “You thought that I would hit you?” “I don’t know... I guess? Y-You looked so angry and this outfit...” you stuttered. San shook his head. “I would never touch you in this kind of way.” You just stared at him. “Believe me. This outfit and every Taekwondo lessons that I took are for these people who would try to touch you.” He said, punching the air. You smiled awkwardly. Seeing that you were speechless, he rubbed your cheeks gently. “I will never do that. I’ll protect you not hurt you.” You nodded, holding your hands on his. “Okay...” you stared at him and added, “then fire her.” San rolled his eyes and pinched your cheeks playfully. “I can’t do that baby girl.”
MINGI
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“Where are you going?” Asked Mingi, seeing you with a bag obviously filled by clothes. “I’m going back to my apartment.” You said, grabbing your coat. “Are you serious Y/N?” He stood up, “just because I made fun of you?” You turned around, looking at him next to his bed. “This is not only because you made fun of me, Song Mingi.” “Then what?” You held tighter the bag handle. “Because you used one of my biggest insecurity! Just for fun.” You exclaimed. Mingi stayed quiet a bit, ignoring what to say. But finally he said: “And why do you need to leave? Can’t you just tell me that I hurt your feelings?” “Do I need to tell you everything all the time?” You throw your hands in the air. “Yes! I mean we are a couple! Tell me when I do something bad okay?” He pointed at his chest furiously. “You know that I’m not comfortable enough with relationship yet. You are the first long one that I had. Don’t expect me to guess everything!” He stepped forward; eyebrows completely furrowed. “I’m just a human and human make mistakes.” He raised his voice. You stayed quiet and extremely anxious. You never saw Mingi so mad. His ears were red as his hair. Unexpectedly, you started to sob. Probably exhausted of this entire situation. He was looking at you, crying, your boyfriend couldn’t help but to feel bad. He just stepped forward to comfort you and apologize, but you flinched. Mingi was shock. “Y- Y/N.” You stared at him too, surprised that your body reacted this way. His arms stayed open, completely froze, too afraid to touch you now that you were scared of him. “I need some fresh air.” He claimed, exiting the room, taking care to not touch or bump into you. “Mingi...” you whispered looking at him rushing outside. You know he would never hurt you this way.
WOOYOUNG
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Wooyoung gets angry easily. He always denies it, but you noticed it a bunch of times. Simply by talking with someone else, from the opposite gender, of course. Or when you don’t do something even if he asked you too. Today, you forgot to bring his tuxedo that he needed for his international interview. He called you this morning so you could bring it after the lunch. But you accidentally fell asleep the rest of the day. When you woke up still sleepy and saw a dozen of missed calls and texts, you knew he would be mad at you. So right now, both of you were fighting, trying to prove that one of you were wrong. “Okay sorry! Yes, I fell asleep, but you could just prepare your stuff before sleeping. Instead of rushing the next morning.” You scolded him. “I was too tired.” He excused. “As you obviously!” He mentioned your long nap. “Sorry to work and study the whole day.” You rolled your eyes, walking next to him to go in your bedroom. Ready to fall asleep to avoid this argue. “Y/N! Don’t leave when I’m talking to you.” He claimed, following you. You almost jumped out of your bed when he opened the door loudly. “You can’t just leave when we are talking.” He raised his voice. The tone he employed scared you. He was really angry. When he raised his voice, it took you by surprise. You flinched and rolled in your bed, bumping your back on the whole behind you. “Oh my- Y/N are you okay?” He rushed to rub your back gently. You nodded quietly. “Why did you flinch? I’ll would never-” “Yes, I know.” You cut him straight. “I don’t know... you just looked more aggressive.” You stared at him, biting your lip nervously, “Sorry.” He wrapped his arms around you and put his forehead on yours. “It’s okay... sorry. I raised my voice on you. I shouldn’t...” You giggled, “that was pretty sexy to be honest.” Wooyoung smirked, pulling you in a passionate kiss, “oooh really?”
JONGHO
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“No, you shouldn’t act the way you did.” You said. “Then what I was supposed to do?” Jongho and you went to see his family for the weekend. Everything went well until one of his aunts came and started to diss you. She mentioned your weight, the way you were sitting and that you weren’t the type of girl Jongho likes. Your boyfriend stayed quiet the whole time she was mean with you. Everybody knew that she was saying a lot of inappropriate thing, but nobody stopped her. “You could have asked her to stop.” You sat on the chair of the kitchen. “She’s one of our more important aunts. I can’t do that.” “So? I need to endure this for rest of my life? No way.” Jongho’s back was facing you but you could see that he was upset. The way he was cutting the onions and vegetables angrily, made you a little bit nervous. “Listen, I can’t talk to her. I’m not allowed to.” He added. “You are not allowed to? Is she a queen? A goddess? Come on Jongho!” You facepalmed at how ridiculous it was. “Y/N. I really-” your boyfriend turned around so fast that you thought he would throw something at you. The moment he noticed that you flinched, he stayed still, unsure that his brain understood the situation well. “Did you- I- flinch?” He stuttered. You looked away, too ashamed to think that he would hurt you. “Wait. I knew that what my aunt did is wrong.” He sat next to you and held your hands. “But can we talk about this before? I would never hurt you in any kind of way.” “I know that but...” you paused. “But what? Tell me.” You seemed so different. He pouted, “you know that I wouldn’t hurt anyone. Except Mingi because sometimes he deserves it.” He smiled. “And with these hands I only can-” “Okay okay!” You stopped him, blushing furiously. “I was going to say cuddle, but I guess your thought works too.”
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thetiredbiwrites · 5 years
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The Gorgeous Stranger
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: none??
Summary: Reader doesn’t celebrate her birthday so Bucky finds a way without her knowing (I need to work on my summaries 😬)
A/N: As it was my birthday yesterday I decided to write some birthday related fics :)
Words 2104 (sorry, I lost control and rambled, I do that a lot, it’s a problem)
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Natasha, Sam, Steve and Bucky sat around the kitchen table, Natasha and Sam nursing their hangovers. The celebrations for Natasha’s birthday got a little out of hand the night before.
Well, if ‘a little’ includes Tony and Natasha’s drinking competition (obviously Natasha won, but she fell over when she tried to walk, and Tony fell off his chair).
Clint intensely singing along to Dancing Queen before passing out on a table (he’s still there).
Sam trying to prove he was not drunk by flying around the room but just crashed into a wall instead (‘I meant to do that! I’m not drunk, Barnes, don’t laugh at me!’).
You’d have thought Responsible Steve would at least try to minimise the damage, instead he just sat at the bar laughing at and filming everyone.
Sam groaned as his dropped his head on the table, “I’m never drinking again.”
“Until the next birthday”, Steve scoffed. Sam said the same thing after every birthday party and when the next one came along; he never failed to make the same mistakes.
“Who is next?”
“It’s Tony, right?” Steve directed to Natasha as she finished her third cup of coffee.
“Actually, it’s Y/N but she doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday. Tony will go all out though, you’re fucked Wilson.”
Sam groaned again, head still glued to the cold surface of the table, as Natasha laughed at him.
“Wait, why doesn’t Y/N like her birthday?” Bucky spoke up; brows furrowed.
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Bucky had moved into the compound ten months ago, finally giving in to Steve’s constant begging. God, he could be persistently annoying. Steve had proudly introduced his best friend to everyone as soon as he arrived. Everyone except Y/N who had been out on a mission at the time and Steve forgot to mention this to Bucky.
He found himself heading to the kitchen that night, about 2 in the morning. Everything was too new and somehow too comfortable that he couldn’t sleep. It took him a second to process that there was someone else already in the kitchen.
Stopping in the doorway, he finally noticed the lights on, the quiet hum of the coffee machine and angry mumblings of the stranger as they searched the cupboards, back to him.
“Oh, my God” the stranger yelped as she turned, noticing Bucky in the doorway.
Bucky found himself frozen. He still wasn’t too comfortable around other people and didn’t know what to do in this situation. The stranger waved a hand, the other on her chest to steady her shocked heart as she let out a chuckle.
“I am, so sorry. I’m usually a lot tougher than that. I just got back from a mission and expected everyone to be in bed. You must be Bucky, right? Steve’s friend.”
The stranger stepped round the kitchen counter towards him and Bucky was speechless. The stranger was gorgeous, her dazzling smile, immediate ease and kindness towards him left him stunned.
“Um. Yes. Yeah, yes. I’m Bucky. Hi.” He mentally slapped himself for sounding so ridiculous.
The gorgeous stranger let out a short laugh, “you do speak! Thought you might be a statue for a second there. It’s good to meet you Bucky, hope you like it here.”
Bucky followed the stranger as she headed back to the counter where he noticed the first aid kit and bloodied paper towels spread across the surface, finally knocking him back into his senses. Looking back up at the gorgeous stranger’s face he noticed the cut on the left side of her forehead, starting at her hairline and ending just above her eyebrow. Lowering his gaze, he also noticed the blood on her grey tank top.
“Are you ok?”
“Oh, yeah. Comes with the job.” She dismissed him, sending him a bright smile before focusing her attention back on the jagged cut across her right side, above her hip and moving round her side towards her back. It looked fierce.
Bucky found himself next to her the second she let out a hiss as she applied the alcohol-soaked pad on the cut.
“That looks bad, are you sure you don’t need a doctor or something?”
The gorgeous stranger looked up at Bucky’s concerned face with an amused smile, “trust me, sweetie, I’ve had worse. I can deal with this myself.”
Bucky’s heart jumped at the name. He hadn’t felt anything like this in decades and he didn’t know what to do about it.
“Maybe I can help then?”
With a smile and a nod, she passed the pad to Bucky and let him patch her up as she made them a cup of coffee each.
“I know coffee isn’t really a bedtime drink, but it works for me” she had explained.
An hour later and the gorgeous stranger announced she was ready for bed, pouting about the stack of reports she would have to fill out when she woke. She bid him goodnight and left the kitchen.
Just as Bucky realised that he’d forgotten to ask her name she appeared round the side of the doorframe, “my name’s Y/N, by the way.”
Ten months later and they had become incredibly close, nearly as close as him and Steve. But he had yet to admit his feelings.
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“You know what, I don’t know actually. She’s just always been very clear that she does not celebrate her birthday, and everyone should just ignore it.”
“Yeah, she threatened to ‘punch me in the head’ if I finished saying ‘happy birthday’ a couple years ago. She’s scary.” Sam admitted.
Bucky became determined to celebrate Y/N’s birthday because to him, she deserved a whole day dedicated to her. Actually, he thought she deserved a whole month. To him, she is the most gorgeous, intelligent, badass, kindest, funniest person in the universe.Of course, she was also terrifying if she wanted to be, even to a super solider. This meant he had to be smart about his plans, not let her know what he was doing was for her birthday. Just the two of them. Maybe he’ll actually confess his feelings in the process.
Birthday
“Hey, Doll. Get up, I made plans.”
Bucky yanked the curtains open, letting the early morning sunlight cover Y/N as she groaned and buried her head in her pillow.
This was a risky move, Y/N was not a morning person and if she didn’t have to be up before 10, she wouldn’t be. It was currently 8.35am.
“Come on, get out of bed, grumpy.”
Bucky received a pillow to the face, but it didn’t wipe the excited grin off.
“Why? What are you up to?”
Bucky couldn’t help but admire Y/N, in her Stitch PJs, hair everywhere and glowing in the morning sun.
“We’ve got the day off, so I made plans to go out. Steve’s always telling me I should go out and who better to go with me?”
“I’m flattered,” Y/N sarcastically replied, glancing at her bed side clock and loudly groaning.“Why the hell do these plans have to start at half eight in the morning?!”
Bucky laughed and headed for the door, “you have half an hour, get ready!”
The first stop was the aquarium. Bucky had remembered her talking about the new aquarium when it first opened a few months back, but because of their busy schedules they never had the time. She had talked about different fish for the next hour. Which included a 20-minute rant on why sharks should be loved and are like sea puppies. Photos and videos included.
Of course, Bucky missed most of the fish, spending more time looking at Y/N. The way she lit up at the different types, the way the lights through the water made her look like an angel and the smile that never left her face.
The way she grabbed his hand in excitement and dragged him towards the big tank that extended above them into the ceiling and was filled with various sharks, made his heart swell. She practically skipped over with the biggest smile on her face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she reeled off fact after fact about the different sharks and fish in the tank.He bought her shark plush in the gift shop before leaving- as a souvenir, definitely not a birthday present. Although he doubted she would notice, she didn’t even seem to know it was her birthday.
Next up was lunch at her favourite diner. They did the best hot chocolates and cupcakes in her opinion. There was a brief disagreement when it came to pay. Bucky had decided he was paying for everything, it is her birthday, but he couldn’t let her know.
“Just let me pay!”
“No. I’m paying.”
“But you payed the entry to the aquarium.”
“So?”
“And for this little guy!” She counteracted, holding up the shark plushie as Bucky shrugged.
“Why won’t you just let me pay for lunch?!”
“Because…I’m a gentleman. It’s what we did in the forties.”
He handed the money over and pulled her out the diner before she could object again, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You know it’s not the forties anymore, right?”
“I know, I just like treating my favourite girl.”
The cinema was the next stop. Y/N had been dying to see a movie that came out the previous week. Again, there was a brief discussion on who should pay. Y/N lost. Again. Bucky paid for tickets, popcorn, drinks and sweets.
The sun was beginning to set when they left and started walking back to the compound, briefly stopping at a Chinese take-out. Bucky didn’t have to fight to pay this time, Y/N too busy in her one-sided discussion about the movie to realise.
Bucky was more of a listener than a talker, which worked in their relationship because if you got Y/N talking about something she was passionate about, she could talk for hours, and Bucky was always happy to listen.
The moon was high and the compound quiet by the time to two had finished their take-out in the garden. Tony had set up some areas around the compound for people to relax. The garden was Y/N and Bucky’s favourite.
Y/N stopped just outside the door, her eyebrows furrowed, biting her bottom lip and head tilted slightly to the side as she looked at Bucky, as if she was studying him. Noticing she wasn’t next to him anymore, Bucky turned to see Y/N and the puzzled look on her face.
“Doll? What’s wrong?”
“Why did you do all this?”
“I just…felt like it?”
“For an assassin you’re a pretty bad liar, Barnes.”
Bucky let out a sigh, closing his eyes as he dropped his head. He had to tell her the truth. Taking in a deep breath, preparing himself, and opened his mouth.
“I know it’s your birthday and Natasha told me you didn’t like to celebrate it. But you’re the most amazing person. You’re gorgeous, funny, smart, and you deserve to have at least one day to be celebrated. You’re also a badass and completely terrifying so I couldn’t tell you it was for your birthday because you’d probably hit me and refuse to come.”
He took a step toward her, placing his real hand on the side of her face he gently pulled her towards him, placing a short and gentle kiss to her lips before turning and racing into the compound.
Y/N stood stuck to her spot, frozen in shock. Blinking rapidly, she closed her mouth and looked around. A million thoughts raced through her head.
What the hell just happened?
Did he just kiss me?
Did James Buchanan Barnes just kiss me?
Then run away?
Wait, what is this?
She had been so taken away by Bucky’s words and his lips on hers that she hadn’t notice the little black box he had put in her hand. Placing her shark plushie (who she named James, Bucky had acted offended but was actually honoured) under her arm, she opened the little box and gasped.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down at the small heart necklace resting inside. She had seen it in a shop window the month before. Y/N and Bucky had been sent on a coffee run for the team when the silver pendant caught her eye. She had told Bucky that her mother had one just like it when she was younger. She was devastated when she couldn’t find it after her death.
Y/N looked back up to where Bucky had disappeared to, a small smile settled on her lips. Maybe she could come to love her birthday.
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NO! Chapter 20    Arthur
Bill is reeling in shock over what he’s just been told. He stares straight ahead, trying to comprehend.
"Your wife was a double agent? Both for the government and a criminal network?”
"Yes," John nods. Bill looks at Sherlock like he can’t quite believe that this is real.
"And you’ve had a stalker since you were a child, who’s still stalking you now?”
"Yes." It's Sherlock's turn to nod his head.
"Then, you're gay but didn't tell John this until a week ago as you started a relationship with one of your friends, Greg?"
John grimaces at that but Sherlock answers calmly. "Yes."
"Yesterday, you found out that two assassins were following you to Birlstone but agents from MI6 interrupted them and killed them.”
Both John and Sherlock say, "Yes".
"Okay, so what can I do to help?
"I thought about that while we were walking Ben. Most people are searching for 2 men. One tall and one short – don't look at me like that, John!”
John lifts his eyebrows and gives Sherlock a comical look. 
Sherlock gives him a warning, ‘not this again!’ glance. 
"What they aren't searching for are three men with a dog. I also think you could be helpful when we take down M and Gabriella. What do you think, John?”
"Absolutely, Bill is good. Ex-military, trained in combat, and a medic."
"Naturally, we will pay you for your time." Sherlock nods his head.
"No, you won't!” Bill hold ups his hands. "You are my friend, John. How many times did you save me in Afghanistan? Sherlock, this is something I must do as repayment for all things John has done for me." 
Sherlock breathes a sigh of relief. Not for the money, that's not the important thing, but for John knowing Bill is a real friend. John beams. 
"Thanks, but you saved my life! You have nothing to pay me back for, Bill."
"What if I was in your situation and asked you to help me? What would you say and do?” 
"Of course, I would help you. Okay, I understand what you're saying. Let’s do this." 
"Oh, I thought of something. What if we all dress in military clothes? John and I are the same size and I can ask Arthur if we can borrow his clothes. He’s the same size as you Sherlock."
Sherlock is speechless. John looks at him and smiles knowingly.
"Yes, call him. It would be nice to see him after such a long time. It must be at least 6 years since the last time we saw each other."
"I go and call him now," Bill says and goes into the next room, leaving Sherlock and John alone for some time.
 "You and Bill served with Arthur?" Sherlock look intensively into John's eyes. John looks down at his hands where they’re playing with each other in his lap.
"He came in hurt to our camp. A bullet in his right leg. I patched him up and Bill nursed him back to health. He was an officer, a Captain." He is quite for some time still nervously pulling his finger. "He was friends with Major Sholto. After Arthur felt better, all four of us would play cards."
"But there was something between Arthur and Bill?"
"No, I don't think so at that time and in that place. They liked each other, but Captain Morstan was an officer!"
"Morstan!"
"Yes, what do you think of that? Coincidence? 
"I don't know what to think."
 About 30 minutes later, Bill comes back into the kitchen with a look of surprise on his face. 
"Arthur will come as soon as he has packed the things he needs."
Sherlock looks at him calmly and says, "Something he said has made you upset.”
"Gabriella's new identity was Mary? She stole the identity of his sister, who died. She was 2 years younger than him." 
"So, this'll be personal for him too. To take down the women that violated his family name.” John is walking around in the kitchen, his left hand clenching and unclenching. Without thinking, Sherlock goes to him and hugs him. He holds John's head against his chest and rests his head on John's head.
"It's okay,” he says, “we’ll do this together. He knows it's not your fault. This is all on Gabriella." 
"Do you really believe he won't think that I didn't know?”
"John, he's not blaming you!” Bill says with an upset voice. "How can you think he would do that?” 
"When things go wrong it's always my fault!" 
"No, John. That's your fathers voice." Sherlock holds him closer against his body. "You know it's him in your head. He never took responsibility for his own actions but blamed a child." 
"You yourself said that I did know that she was dangerous when I met her! That it’s what I like! Remember?”
"That's was for Gabriella’s sake! She had a weapon and she’s an assassin!"
"You mean you didn't mean that I did know that when I met her?”
"You didn't know." Sherlock looks John deep in the eyes, willing him to believe it. 
"If I didn't see that when I first met her, how would you have seen it?” Sherlock shakes him a little.
"Okay," John murmurs.
"Okay, no more blaming yourself," Bill says as he lays one arm around John and one around Sherlock hugging them both.
Arthur Morstan comes over an hour later. Sherlock can't stop staring, he looks like the actor in the movie Alfie. He had been on a case and had to follow a suspect in to a cinema. The male lead hade made him see the whole film and he’d nearly missed when the suspect left. After the case was closed, he had gone back and seen the film again. 
He’s glad that the other three men haven't noticed his staring at Arthur. 
John, Bill, and Arthur have been greeting each other. Arthur is rather stiff when he greets John. 
"Where's Sherlock Holmes then?” 
"Mr Morstan? Nice to meet you." 
"Arthur, please. Can I call you Sherlock?”
"Of course, we are thankful for your help." 
"Bill has told you that I have an interest in Gabriella getting caught?”
"Yes, I'm so sorry for that." Arthur frowns but nods his head.
"I think it's best to get started. I’ve spoken with James and we have contacted our men from the military. 24 of them say they will meet us at the bar at 8:00 tonight. They will sleep at a hotel on the next street. Sorry for the cost for the rooms."
"No problem. Good thinking. We can easily melt into the group without drawing attention to ourselves. John, call Adam and tell him about the group coming. I will call Greg." 
John goes to call Adam while the other men go through the clothes that Arthur has with him. Soon, Sherlock starts to try on clothes to see what suits him.
 When John returns to the group he can only stare at Sherlock, slack-jawed. Before him stands a Captain! He looks so good. 
"Your turn, John."
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