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title: the inside scoop

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2461

summary: you are a reporter with a certain favorite celebrity to interview, and you’re more than excited to talk to him about his latest movie, knives out. little do you know that your massive crush on him is actually requited.

themes: fluff

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You’re quickly wrapping up with hair and makeup, looking at your reflection in the mirror trying not to smile so much. You were particularly happy to wake up for work that day, all because of who you’re interviewing today.

You’ve had the pleasure of working with Chris Evans a few times before, and while at first it was his looks that drew you in, it didn’t take long for you to simply fall in love with his entire being. The first time was a little nerve wracking. You had seen other interviews where he seemed a little grumpy, tired, and annoyed with the questions he was being asked, and so you had put as much thought into your own questions as possible. You refused to be like the other journalists and reporters, the ones who simply asked Marvel related questions or how he worked out. It was easy to see that this man had personality much deeper than that, and you were always eager to explore it. You remember how your heart had been pounding right before that first interview, but the second the two of you started talking, it was simply… amazing. Despite only having known him for minutes, you had already felt perfectly comfortable and secure with him, as if you had known him for years. You had heard from others that he had that effect on people, but you never imagined it was to that extent.

Now here you are, getting ready for your fifth interview with him. Another thing you love about Chris is that he actually remembers who you are, each and every time. It always makes you feel special, though you have to remind yourself to calm down- he’s simply considerate and personable, he probably remembers other reporters he’s seen multiple times too.

“Alright, you’re all set. Chris finished up a few minutes ago, he’s probably out there getting seated.” The stylist tells you, and you smile up at him with a nod. “Thank you!” Standing up, you take a deep breath as you inspect yourself in the mirror. You’ve become used to seeing celebrities as a part of your job, but Chris is the only one who has your heart racing and butterflies fluttering. Even interviewing Jason Momoa for Aquaman couldn’t get you as simultaneously excited and nervous as appearing before Chris; you have the biggest crush on him, but at the same time, what can you do about it? Honestly, you’re convinced he probably has a secret girlfriend- it simply makes no sense to you that a man like him is single.

‘Thank God for hair and makeup,’ you think to yourself, pleased with your appearance- it’s not too overdone, but just the right amount, mainly just so the lighting doesn’t wash you out on camera. You gather your cards and take another breath, forcing yourself to calm down before going out to where the chairs are- you were hoping to play it cool, but the second you see him, a wide smile emerges on your face. How a man can look so handsome simply sitting there wearing a long sleeve maroon sweater and fitted jeans while playing around with a water bottle in his hands, you have no idea. “Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting.” You greet him, and he looks up, immediately grinning. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” To your surprise, he stands up and extends his arms out for a hug, pulling you in for a warm embrace as if you’re a longtime friend he hasn’t seen in a while. You’re shocked but you quickly take the opportunity to hug him back, resisting the urge to inhale how damn good he smells. His broad chest feels so warm and perfect against you, and you swear you could be in this position forever.

“How have you been?” you ask as normally as you can, finally pulling back with a smile and gesturing for him to sit as you do as well. “Oh, same old, same old. I have to say though, I’ve been looking forward to this. I love interviewing with you, you always ask such awesome questions!” he compliments you, and you’re squealing on the inside. “Ahh, now I feel so much pressure!” you joke, though give him an appreciative smile as you cross your legs. “Thank you, though. That means a lot, I really do try to avoid the questions actors seem to hear all the time.”

“I’ve noticed, and I appreciate it.” Chris replies with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling more beautifully than the goddamn ocean. It’s truly overwhelming how handsome he is; you feel as though looking at him is like staring right into the sun sometimes. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say somewhat shyly, but clear your throat, glancing towards the cameraman. “We ready to start?”

“All good,” he replies with a thumbs up, and you wait for the signal before beginning with a smile. “Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N, and I’m here with Chris Evans today to talk a little about his latest movie, Knives Out!” Chris waves to the camera with a little smile, but almost immediately looks back towards you. “Glad to be here, Y/N.” God, you love when he says your name. ‘Hold it together, Y/N.’ You think to yourself; thankfully, your job basically consists of looking composed on the outside, and so you’ve at least had plenty of practice.

You give a brief summary of the movie to begin, then go into speaking about his character, Ransom. Looking towards him, you tilt your head slightly. “Now I know you played the ultimate golden boy when it came to Captain America, but a lot of your roles in the past have actually had a more twisted and angsty side. Curtis Everett in Snowpiercer, Syd in London, Mike Weiss in Puncture, and especially Bryce Langley in Fierce People. Was it a difficult adjustment going back to playing a more villainous character, or did you have a good time with it?”

“Wow. Even bringing out Fierce People, huh? You really did your research,” he teases, making you laugh softly before he continues to answer, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, it was pretty fun. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing Captain America and the other lighter, comedic roles are fun too. But being a little wicked and vile is pretty entertaining as an actor. I missed it a lot, and I think I clicked with it again pretty easily.” He pauses before laughing, looking at the camera. “I make that seem like I’m just naturally an evil person. Like, ‘Yeah, it’s so easy for me to be an asshole on camera- because I am one in real life!’” he makes fun of himself, and you can’t help but laugh again as you reply playfully, “Well, you are from Boston, aren’t you? What are they called over there? Massholes?” He blinks and laughs loudly, grabbing his left pec which only makes you giggle to yourself and feel oddly triumphant at the same time. You love making him laugh. “Oh God, you’ve heard that term? Yeah, I’d say that definitely describes me pretty well.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re not that bad.” You remark playfully, then realize you should probably stop transitioning this interview into flirtatious banter, and so you decide to move on to the next question. “Now for this particular movie, you have a variety of actors and actresses around you- some who are insanely experienced and have been in the industry for decades, and some who, while experienced, are young and only continue to climb upwards in their career. How did you feel, being a part of that? Does it bring back memories, does it influence you, do you influence or guide them?” you ask curiously, continuing, “You’re such an accomplished actor, and this cast was pretty remarkable as well- I imagine there were all sorts of different feelings working with them.”

Chris nods as he listens carefully, smiling and even looking somewhat intrigued. “That’s a great question. Yeah, I was definitely pretty nervous actually. I really wanted this role, and I was kind of intimidated going into it all. These people are amazing, honestly. I feel like I’ve learned so much from them, from Daniel to Jaeden, and I can only hope that I’m able to be a good influence on other actors as the ones I look up to are to me. It’s interesting that you mention memories, though. Seeing younger actors and actresses always reminds me of myself when I was younger- and then proceeds to make me feel very old.” He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “But watching Jaeden and Katherine, God, they’re great. They have such drive, ambition, and they’ve already made it so far. They’re so fun and I’m pretty sure I was nowhere near as talented as them at that age, but I definitely remember having that energy.”

You can’t help but smile as you listen to him. You’ve seen in other interviews that he wants to start a family one day, and that he’s excited to be a father. It’s adorable to you that he appreciates younger castmates so much, and even shows respect to them as actors. “You don’t think you still have that energy?” you tease, and he laughs, making an “eh” gesture with his hand. “Sometimes, but I’m telling you, I’ve gotten old. Years of action movies and stunts will do that to you,” he jokes, and you remember that he actually did a lot of his own stunts for the Captain America movies- no wonder he has such nice muscles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you certainly don’t look old.” You can’t help but reply, but glance back down at your cards, forcing yourself to stay on track. The cameraman, one of your friends, is probably snickering to himself, and you bet you’re going to get quite interesting comments once this video is uploaded. How can you not go back and forth with him though, just a little? He makes it so easy, what with his perfect sense of humor, contagious laugh, and mere eye contact. He makes you feel like a person, a friend, not just some nosy reporter.

After a few more questions (and a teensy bit of flirting), the interview finally comes to an end. “I hope you guys are excited to watch this movie, because I’m telling you, it’s a good one- and I think everyone will be very entertained by Ransom Drysdale.” You remark with a raised brow, looking to him with a soft laugh. “Thank you for coming, Chris!” He smiles charmingly, waving at the camera. “Thanks for having me, Y/N. I had a great time.”

The cameraman signals that he’s stopped recording, but flashes you a little smirk before turning to the crew to discuss the work that needs to happen next. You blush slightly but clear your throat, looking up at him- you hate this part because he’ll have to leave soon, but you’re hoping you can squeeze in just a little conversation before that happens. “Seriously, thanks again. Honestly, you’re one of my favorite celebrities to interview,” you admit with a slight laugh, biting your lip. “You actually answer with… depth.” He laughs too, barely leaning forward. “Oh, yeah? Are you accusing celebrities of being airheads?”

“Some of them!” you can’t help but answer bluntly, and both of you are laughing again. Now he bites his lip, suddenly looking at you a little more intensely than before- you hope your cheeks aren’t becoming as red as they feel. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” You nod a little too fast, your curiosity piqued. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Do you, uh…” he pauses for a few moments before chuckling slightly, waving his hand. “Ah, fuggit, I’m just gonna come out with it.” His Boston accent comes out even stronger than usual as he swears, and you love and hate how attractive it sounds. “Are you dating anyone?”

Your heart is pounding at this point, and you have to force yourself to respond in a way in which your voice doesn’t shake. “No, I’m not.” You cock your head, holding back a smile. “Why do you ask…?” He seems to look pleased about this, even visibly perking up before suddenly looking uncertain again, laughing awkwardly. “Okay. Okay, um, please tell me if this is crossing any lines. Like, please. Don’t be scared to slap me, even.” He jokes, and now you’re feeling the excitement bubbling up inside, though at the same time your brain is screaming at you not to raise your hopes up. “I have permission to slap you. Noted.” You tease in return, proud of yourself that you still somehow seem to have your wits intact. He laughs, eyes twinkling as he continues, “I know we’ve only had a professional relationship but… I was… kinda hoping I could take you out sometime. Dinner, walking the dog, a movie, ice cream, roller skating- anything. I just… man, I really want to get to know you.” He confesses, and it takes you everything to not practically jump up and down and squeal right there. You’re shocked. You truly never thought that someone as famous and attractive as him would be interested in a mere reporter.

“Chris.” You smile widely, nothing but eagerness in your sparkling eyes. “I would love that.” You blush slightly, adding, “If we’re being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for like, years now.” Chris widens his eyes, scoffing in playful frustration as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re serious? God dammit, I knew I should have asked you earlier!” He looks up at you again, sighing deeply. “I really just assumed you were dating someone. Hell, even married. I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous, funny, smart…. And you have depth.” He refers to your previous comment, and you laugh, though blush madly as you do so. “Thanks,” you reply softly- you swear you’ve never felt this much happiness in your life.

His manager comes up behind him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Chris, we should get going. We have another interview to get to.” He blinks, looking somewhat disappointed but nods, looking back to you. “Mind if I get your number, then? We can talk later?”

You nod, biting your lip delightedly as he hands you his phone as if you’re a child receiving a king sized candy bar. After putting your number in, you give it back- only to be wrapped up in another hug from him. “I’ll see ya real soon,” he whispers in your ear, and you’re blushing even deeper than before, though you nod with a little giggle.

“I can’t wait.”

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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The Strike of Midnight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1,810

Warning: None.

Summary: The reader works with the Avengers, however she didn’t inform them about a her three and six year old daughters. Will they welcome the children with open arms or turn them away?

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Ring.

Groaning, your phone had gone off for the second time in a row. Glancing at the time, it had just struck midnight. Missing the phone call, it was inevitable that they would call back.

Ring.

“Hello?” You questioned frustrated.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” Bruce started sadly through the phone, “We need you to come in.”

Letting out a sigh you responded, “Alright. I’ll be right there.”

"I know baby.” You said lifting Mallory from her booster seat that she was sleeping in.

“Mommy.” Fallon whined.

“I’m sorry baby.” You said sympathetically. Lifting Fallon up, you began walking up to the conference room that you were needed in.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to join us.” Tony said swiveling in his seat to face you, “You’re lat- What is that?” His face fell in shock.

The rest of the Avengers, turned and looked towards you with the same expression as Tony.

“These are my daughters. Mallory and Fallon.” You said smiling softly, attempting not to disturb your sleeping children.

“Here. Let’s take them to our guest rooms, so they can sleep.” Bruce said standing promptly, leading you to the rooms.

Tucking both girls in, you shut the door walking back to the conference room.

“Thank you, Bruce.”

“Of course. I’d do anything for my nieces.”

Chuckling lightly a warmth feeling washed over you. Bruce and you walked into the conference room sitting side by side.

“You have daughters?” Wanda questioned curiously.

Chuckling you responded, “Yes. Fallon is Six and Mallory is Three.”

“Where is their father?” Tony quipped. “He should’ve watched the girls so you could be here.”

Frowning your gaze fell into your lap. Bruce, took your hand squeezing it reassuringly.

“He...He didn’t want anything to do with them.” Your voice betraying you as it cracked.

“It’s okay. His loss, your gain. You gained two beautiful young ladies.” Bruce said from beside you softly.

Lifting your gaze, you offered him a weak smile.

“Wait. You knew?” Tony’s voice softened.

Bruce hesitated, “I did-”

“Mr. Banner, Miss /Y/L/N, Mallory and Fallon have awoken.” FRIDAY came over the loud speaker.

“Uncle Bruce!” Two voices squealed as they ran over to where you and Bruce sat.

“We missed you!”

“Wait!” Tony exclaimed, “Uncle Bruce?”

As you and Bruce explained how he came to be ‘Uncle Bruce’, your daughters became antsy. Dawn started to kiss the sky, letting out an awakening yawn.

“Do you want to go watch a move?” Wanda spoke up. Looking at Wanda with a confused expression, “We can go to the living room.”

“Yeah! Can we watch a Barbie movie?” Fallon questioned excitdely.

“Absolutely! Barbie movies are my favorite!”

Before you knew it, Wanda and Natasha got up taking Fallon and Mallory to the living room.

“Once again, I’m sorry we had to bring you and the girls here in the middle of the night.” Tony said sympathetically.

“Don’t worry about it.” You said with a smile, “I’m just glad they could get someone else to watch their favorite Barbie movie besides me.” You laughed lightly.

Walking into the living room, you were surprised to see the scene before you. Steve and Bucky took over the position of watching the girls from Wanda and Natasha.

Bucky was letting Fallon braid his hair, while Steve was twirling Mallory in the air. Letting them have some fun for a little while longer, you stood behind them, clearing your throat.

Making your way in front of them, you saw a shocked expression on both men’s faces before you.

Attempting your best stern voice you marveled, “As you were soldiers.”

As soon as the words left your lips, they had resumed their previous activities. The room was filled with laughter and giggles.

Sitting down in front of Bucky you teased, “Well, Sergeant Barnes.” You smirked, “I must say, seeing you with a braid is new.”

Chuckling softly he shook his head rolling his eyes.

“You and Steve are their favorite superheros.” You muttered softly.

He brought his gaze to your face. Confusion was etched across his features.

Realizing what time it was you stood up abruptly.

“Okay girls, we have to get going to uncle Wade’s house.”

In unison both girls let out a whine.

Both girls gave Steve a hug goodbye first, before both ran tackling Bucky to the ground hugging him, causing both you and Steve to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Okay girls. Lets head to the car.” Steve got the girls off Bucky, “Let’s play monkeys!”

Walking out of the living room, he had Mallory on his back, while Fallon was on his front.

Extending a hand to Bucky, you helped him to his feet.

“Sorry about them.” You sighed out, “They...They get overly excited when they meet their heroes.”

“It’s...It’s okay.” He said hesitantly.

Over the next few weeks, the team was more and more welcoming to your daughters. Each Avenger, had a different bond with either of your daughters. Tony was surprised to learn that Fallon was interested in learning about structure of technology, while Mallory was more interested in learning math equations with Bruce. Natasha taught both girls self defense moves and some of the basic moves she uses. Wanda helped you teach them how to use their powers and how to harness them. They had inherited your Telekinesis abilities. After Peter had met the girls, they took a liking to him, but Steve and Bucky were their heroes.

When lunch rolled around, Thor had joined the table. Fallon and Mallory, haven’t met Thor yet, his presence caused them to become starstruck.

“Thor!” They squealed, running to hug Thor’s legs.

Looking down at them he gave them a warm smile.

“Hello little ones.” He knelled down to level with them, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Making his way towards you he leaned down whispering in your ear, “Can I take them to lunch?”

His deep voice along with his warm breath in your ear sent shivers down your spine. You hummed in response.

“Little Princesses!” He boomed, catching everyone in the room off guard, “Let’s go to lunch.”

Both your daughters squealed excitedly.

“Thank you, Mommy!” They rushed to you giving you hugs before they left. Surprising you, they tugged on Buckys arm so that he would lean down. Both girls hugged him placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. A cherry red color, danced along his cheeks as his glance met yours.

Tony and Pepper, had talked you into moving into the Avengers tower insisting that it would be easier for you and for the girls. Pepper, insisted that they be schooled at the tower so that they could be protected at all times. Both, Bruce and Pepper took on the role of being teachers for the girls.

Fallon and Mallory were more than happy to move into the tower, since they would be able to see their favorite people every day. Everyone, saw the girls as their own daughters. Sam was often teaching the girls moves along with Natasha and Steve.

Sighing, it had been a rough day. Bucky was with both girls as he was more often than not. Opening the door to your chambers, you were surprised to see what they had talked him into. Bucky was standing in the middle of your room, with bright pink glittered, fairy wings on his back, as Fallon and Mallory were dancing in a circle around him.

Letting out a giggle, everyone froze looking at you.

“Mommy!” Both girls squealed rushing forward hugging you.

“Hi, girls.” You greeted. “What did you do to James?” Standing in front of him, you assessed the situation. You mouthed a ‘Sorry’, to him as your furrowed your eyebrows together.

Fallon muttered, “Sergeant Barnes said it was okay.”

Nodding a smirk made its way to your lips.

Both girls resumed their previous actions before chanting, “James likes mommy! James likes mommy!”

Raising your eyes to meet his face, he nervously looked down at his hands fidgeting.

“That’s enough girls. Let’s get ready for dinner.”

The sound of a loud boom, startled you awake. Your heart was racing as tears threatened to fall. Before you cold register, there was two bodies crawling up joining you under the covers.

“Mommy.” Fallon let out a whimper. “We’re scared.”

“It’s okay baby.”

The door to your bedroom opened, before a much larger body joined under the blankets, earning confused gazes.

“I wanted to make sure my girls were okay.” Buckys husky voice sounded in the dark. Laying on his side, Fallon and Mallory crawled in between you and Bucky cuddling up.

“Will you tell us a story?” Fallon asked weakly.

“Do you want to hear the Barbie story again?”

“No.” Fallon responded, “I want Bucky to tell us a story.”

Your gaze fell to Bucky as he shot you a curious gaze.

Before he reached the end of his story, both girls were fast asleep. Mallory had curled up to Bucky, was he knotted his hand into her hair, scratching her scalp.

“I...I hope I’m not over stepping any boundaries...I just wanted to make sure you...you’re girls were okay.” He corrected.

“Not at all. It’s not everyday their hero comes to save the day.” You say softly.

Meeting your gaze, you exchanged soft smiles. Your eye lids grew heavy, as did Buckys. The next morning, you were awoken by your daughters jumping on the bed. Sometime during the night, you and Bucky had changed positions as his arm was wound around your waist, with his breath hitting the back of your neck. A deep groan sounded behind you, signalling his awakened state.

“In coming.” You whispered quickly.

He hummed in question. Before you could respond both girls jumped on you and Bucky. Laughter filled the room.

“Are you and mommy dating?” Mallory asked curiously looking up from between you and Bucky.

Looking at each other you exchanged confused glances.

“N..No.” Bucky stuttered, as his cheeks began having a rosy color to them.

“Why not?” Fallon questioned from the other side of the bed.

Frowning an awkward silence fell upon the room.

“Come on girls, let’s get dressed.”

The rest of the day, Bucky began to act strange. He wasn’t his warm joking self towards you.

The day seemed to fly by. Bruce had texted you that he had a surprise for you, telling you to change into the outfit that was laid on your bed. Making your way to the kitchen, the tower was oddly quiet. Opening the door, you were surprised to see a dressed up Bucky holding a bouquet of flowers.

Making your way to him, he handed you the flowers.

“I hope these are okay.” He hesitated, “The girls said Peonies were your favorite.”

Smiling you accepted the flowers, basking in their sweet aroma.

“Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 3 years

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Taking Chances: Chapter Twenty Two.

Note: This chapter most likely sucks because I’ve been working on it all day and have probably missed a lot of grammatical errors and it maybe a tad dragged out.

I do hope that you like this but yeah, sorry if it sucks.

Enjoy!

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Waking up the next morning with the sheets sitting sinfully low on his waist, Taron slowly sat up and looked around his room. Clothes were strewn around in various places and when he turned to look at the woman next to him, she was on full display. Taron groaned as his eyes caught the time on the alarm clock as well. He knew that his mother was bringing Mikey home early as she was taking his sisters out for the day. Taron carefully got out of bed and went on a search for his boxers. He managed to find them on top of his cupboard.

“Good morning handsome.” Natascha mumbled, stretching. To keep the peace, Taron walked over to her and kissed her. He really wished that it was Nicola in his bed again but he knew his chances with her had fizzled.

“Mam’s dropping Mikey off soon.” Taron said, unknowingly making Natascha’s blood boil.

“But I need you.” She pouted, running her fingers down his still bare chest. Taron stopped her.

“You should get dressed.” He said, hoping that she’d get the message. She didn’t. Natascha smirked and ran her hand down his chest again, this time stopping at Taron’s lap. He jumped up and moved from the bed.

“Enough. Seriously, get dressed. Now.” He said, grabbing his shirt and hurrying downstairs to put some well needed distance between him and the woman laying stark naked in his bed.

Natascha was beyond pissed off now. If Taron thought that this was the end of their little hiccup, he was sorely mistaken. If anything, she was going to up the ante.

Taron was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking his coffee when Mikey knocked on the door. The father knew it was his son because he could hear Mikey talking. He chuckled to himself and greeted his mother and his son. They talked for a few minutes before Mikey begged Taron to watch his little cartoons.

“Now that he’s settled, do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” Tina asked as she took a sip of her coffee. Taron -who was buttering a piece of toast for Mikey- put the knife down and hung his head.

“I feel stuck.” Taron admitted. Tina nodded. She could tell that he was unhappy the moment she met Natascha. It was obvious as the nose on your face that Taron was still so in love with the woman carrying his baby.

“Why are you with her?” Tina asked, point blank. Taron shrugged.

“I just want someone for Mikey. He’s getting older and needs a mother.” He answered. Tina had to stifle a scoff.

“Taron, it’s good that you want to put him first but I think in this case, you are making a terrible mistake. Natascha doesn’t match either of you.” Tina explained.

“I need a break.” Taron said, ignoring what his mother had just told him.

“Why don’t you and Mikey come to the park with us today.” Tina suggested. Taron gave her a small smile but shook his head.

“Nicola will be there.” She teased. At the mention of her name. Taron’s heart skipped a beat and the flutters erupted in his body. Tina chuckled at the slight flush on his cheeks.

“Honestly, I would love to see her.” Taron said with an almost relieved tone.

The adults talked some more before Tina left to go home and get Rosie and Mari ready for the park. Taron had offered to make a picnic lunch for all of them and Tina gratefully accepted.

Taron got to work on getting things ready for the outing he, Mikey and Natascha would be embarking on. He could only pray that Natascha would show her true colours and Tina would be able to see why he was so stuck.

It may have taken a while but when she was ready to show her awful face, Natascha put on the skimpiest lingerie she could find and a see through robe. She felt like she was on top of the world and it was time to show Taron who was boss.

Natascha walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Taron had his back to the door as he was getting food ready. She walked up to him and kissed the crook of his neck. Taron shrugged her off and continued on with his task. Natascha scoffed and walked to where Mikey was now watching the Minions movie that happened to be playing on tv. She stood there for a few seconds before sitting on the sofa, picking up the remote so that she could change the channel.

“Daddy, where did it go?” Mikey called, not realizing that Natascha had been the cause of his missing movie. Natascha rolled her eyes.

“Where did what go?” Taron asked as he walked to where his son was.

“Movie.” Mikey replied sadly. Taron stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend sitting on the sofa holding the remote and wearing the most inappropriate lingerie, with a see through robe on top. At this point, words were failing him. Taron locked eyes with the woman and held his hand out for the remote. She handed it to him and watched as he fixed the tv for his son.

(This is the lingerie Natascha is wearing)

Taron then turned and went out of earshot of Mikey. Natascha of course followed.

“I told you to get dressed.” Taron said lowly. Natascha smirked.

“I am dressed.” She answered sassily.

“I’m not going to tell you again.” He warned, his eyes darkening just slightly. Natascha leaned forward and kissed him before taking her leave to get dressed for the day.

When she was done, she went back to join Taron and Mikey downstairs. Of course by this point, Mikey’s movie had finished and Taron had gotten himself and Mikey ready to go.

(Caption explains what this picture is.)

“Good morning.” Natascha greeted Mikey flakily. He immediately held his cheeks and hid his face in Taron’s legs. There was no way he was talking to her.

“Car is packed, let’s go get your shoes on.” Taron said, picking Mikey up.

“Where are we going?” Natascha asked, her tone hinting at her disapproval.

“We’re seeing grandma.” Mikey snarked, earning himself a look from his father.

“Do we have to? We just saw her.” Natascha complained. Taron frowned.

“Yes we do.” Taron answered.

The drive to the castle grounds was a nightmare for Taron because Natascha kept attempting to rub his crotch. Not only that but she kept changing the music in the car and that made Mikey cranky. He couldn’t wait to see his mum and Nicola for some proper adult company.

“Natascha, it’s nice to see you again.” Tina said, taking note of what the Croatian was wearing. An extremely short spaghetti strap dress. Highly inappropriate for small eyes. Natascha gave her a fake smile and sat down to bury her face in her phone.

(This is the dress and shoes that Natascha is wearing)

“Hi Lina.” Mikey said, wrapping his arms around her legs in a hug. Nicola chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“Hello Mikey. How are you?” She asked.

“Good.” He answered with a smile that mirrored his father. She could only hope that the baby would inherit Taron’s gorgeous smile as she hated her own.

“I’m glad.” She said. Mikey then ran off to play with Jasmine and his aunties on the play equipment.

“It’s good to see you Nicola.” taron said, feeling completely at ease seeing her.

“You too.” She replied, following Mikey.

Taron decided that he wanted to go with them so he followed her and sat with her on the bench in a surprising comfortable silence as they watched the children laugh, chase each other and play together. It warmed their hearts and made them realize that maybe they had been stupid to end things.

“Nice earring.” Nicola said, watching as Mikey went down a slide.

“Thanks.” Taron replied. Nicola gave him a sideways glance. He did look good, she had to admit that.

“You look happy.” Nicola told him but Taron leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs. That pose right there, told her everything she needed to know. Natascha really was vile.

They talked for a little longer before Nicola’s stomach growled.

“Lunch time.” Taron announced. The kids got excited and ran ahead of them. Taron wanted so badly to hold Nicola’s hand but he refrained for fear that she would slap him. They made it to the table a couple seconds later and joined the others in eating.

“Fanks daddy.” Mikey said, hugging Taron for making lunch. Natascha thought she was going to get a hug as well and both Tina and Nicola had to stifle a laugh when Mikey climbed into Taron’s lap after ending the hug. Natascha glared daggers at the women.

“You look sick.” Jasmine stated, seeing the look Natascha was giving her sister.

“I’m fine.” She snapped. Taron looked at his girlfriend in warning. The one thing that he hated more than anything was people treating his family like dirt.

“I think we should go golfing.” Tina said, breaking up the tension.

“Can I be on Mikey’s team?” Jasmine asked, making Tina chuckle.

“Absolutely.” Tina said, humoring the little girl. After they were done eating, they packed up and made their way to the putt putt area.

Everyone was having a great time except for Malibu Barbie who denied wanting to golf because she was afraid that she'd break a nail and didn’t want to play a nerds game.

“Fine, you watch and we’ll play.” Nicola sassed. Natascha scoffed and stood off to the side with a sour look on her face.

Taron had tried and failed a couple times at getting the golf ball through the mini windmill. Nicola laughed so hard at his efforts and the faces that accompanied them.

“You’re not very good daddy.” Mikey stated a matter-of-factly.

Natascha heard this and decided that she would show off a little bit.

“Let me show you how this is done.” Natscha spoke up, making sure to stick her ass out. Tina rolled her eyes, Taron sighed, Nicola wanted to gag and the kids were thankfully oblivious as they poked at various stones with their golf clubs.

“See baby, just like that.” Natascha said, rubbing his arm. Nicola decided that she wanted a shot at this. She lined up and whacked the shit out of the ball, sending it flying in Natascha’s direction. The woman lept as best she could in her strappy heels. Taron tried so hard not to laugh at how ridiculous Natascha looked.

“Nobody move.” Nicola instructed, making Taron and Tina stop as they watched Nicola search the ground and then look at Natascha’s fingers. She then looked back up with a devious smirk on her face. She brought her hands together and clapped dramatically.

“No broken nails, I’m impressed.” Nicola said. Natascha’s blood boiled. Nicola locked eyes with the woman and gave her the best sassy smile she could muster. Natascha knew that Nicola did that as a warning. Before she could respond, her phone rang. She rushed off to answer it.

“I shouldn’t encourage that but that was the best thing I have ever seen. You go girl.” Tina whispered. She held her hand up and hi-fived Nicola. Taron saw this and smirked.

“Why don’t you try again while she’s gone.” Nicola suggested, having a feeling that the other woman made Taron nervous. Taron nodded, lined up and gently hit the ball and jumped excitedly when it finally rolled into the hole in the ground. He ecstatically hugged Nicola, taking her by surprise.

Natascha saw this and when Taron had slightly moved from her, she stormed toward them. She roughly nudged Nicola to the side and grotesquely shoved her tongue in Taron's mouth in a territorial kiss. Taron stood there frozen in place. His arms remained by his side and his eyes stayed open, wanting the kiss to end.

Tina had her hands steadying Nicola. It was at that moment Nicola knew that Tina was on to her. She knew that Tina knew she was indeed pregnant.

“Grandma, I need a wee.” Mikey announced. Taron took that as his chance to shove Natascha off of him and rush his son to the toilets. Natascha turned to look at the rest of the women.

“You can back off now.” She warned, walking off to find Taron.

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noona-clock · 4 years

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The Doctor - Part 5

Genre: Doctor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk (iKON) x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,564

After Donghyuk had managed to get you to eat something, a bleary-eyed Claire had appeared in the kitchen doorway claiming the smell of burgers had woken her up. You had assured her there was one for her, and then Donghyuk had said he would go ahead and slip out so you both could get some rest. You had walked him to the door to thank (and hug) him one last time, but it was then you’d realized he’d left his car at the park.

He had assured you he’d taken care of it; he had given a ride to one of his colleagues one day, so now his colleague was returning the favor and coming to pick him up.

...This man truly thought of everything, didn’t he?

A car had pulled into your driveway just seconds later, and you had repeated to Donghyuk just how grateful you were for everything he’d done for you.

He had replied back with, “I know you would do the same for me.”

And he had been absolutely correct.

You had simply nodded, knowing if you’d said anything you probably would have started crying again.

Once Claire had finished her burger, the two of you had gone upstairs to brush your teeth and fall asleep.

Despite the fact your mind had been racing since you’d figured out your interest in Donghyuk had probably -- almost definitely -- developed into a full-blown crush, you had fallen asleep within minutes and hadn’t woken up until your alarm had gone off this morning.

You figured you’d have a hard time getting Claire off to school, but she had actually been... pretty excited? She had proclaimed that she wanted to show her cast to her teacher and classmates, and since she hadn’t been feeling too much pain, you had walked her to the bus stop and sent her on her way.

All throughout the day, you had been planning on taking Claire to Jimmy’s since you knew his ravioli was one of her absolute favorite foods in the world. You would take her to get her favorite food, treat her to some gelato, maybe even go shopping for some more short-sleeved shirts (since that’s all she could wear for the time being), and then come home to let her pick out a movie to watch.

But when she got off the bus that afternoon, you could see immediately that she wouldn’t feel up to it.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you greeted as you stood at the end of your driveway. “You doing okay?”

“I’m tired,” Claire sighed as she trudged over to you. Apparently, showing off her cast and figuring out how to maneuver everything with one arm had been exhausting.

“How does your arm feel?” You slid one hand over her shoulder as you turned around to start walking toward your house, and you even took off her backpack so you could carry it for her.

“It hurts a little bit,” she answered, bringing her arm up to cradle her cast. “I went to the clinic at lunch to take some medicine.”

Since that had been about four hours ago, you wanted to wait a bit before giving her any more. “What would you say if I ordered from Jimmy’s for dinner tonight?” you asked, deciding you could splurge on getting it delivered.

Claire immediately looked up at you and shot you a weary smile. “Yeah,” she answered with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

“You go take a nap, and I’ll wake you up when dinner gets here, okay?”

She nodded as she leaned against you, and once the two of you stepped in through the front door, you shooed her upstairs to her room.

After putting her backpack away in the hall closet, you headed into your home office to get a few things wrapped up before she woke back up. Not only did you want to enjoy the evening with Claire, but you wanted to enjoy the weekend, too.

You let out a deep sigh as you finally turned your computer off, physically and mentally logging out of work for the week. As you spun around slightly in your office chair to get ready to head into the kitchen, you slid your phone off of your desk so you could call Jimmy’s and place your order for delivery.

Just as you stood up, though, your phone rang.

...If Jimmy was calling you right now, you would be entirely freaked out.

But, no. When you looked down at your screen, you saw it was just Donghyuk.

...Okay, wait. Just Donghyuk?

No.

Not just Donghyuk.

He was so much more than a just.

And after last night -- after the hug and the crying (on your part) and everything he had done and after you’d realized you kind of never wanted to go through an emergency like that without him by your side... he was so much more than a friend, too.

You answered his call as quickly as you could, pressing your phone to your ear and greeting him with a “Hey, what’s up?”

“Y/N, hey,” he answered, sounding like he was glad you’d picked up. “How’s Claire? How did school go?”

Of course, it made your heart flutter that he was so concerned about your daughter.

“She’s tired,” you told him. “She’s upstairs napping right now, but I’ll wake her up in a bit. We’re just going to a have a night in.”

“Yeah, I figured it would probably take a lot out of her dealing with her cast at school. ...But there’s... I mean, there’s not a chance you would... want some company tonight?”

A smile crept onto your lips, and you actually had to bite your lip like some kind of giddy schoolgirl before you replied with, “What’s your order from Jimmy’s? I’m getting delivery.”

“Oh, you don’t --”

“Yes, I do, and I am. I need to repay you somehow for everything you did yesterday.”

Donghyuk let out a soft sigh and said, “You absolutely do not have to repay me. But if you truly insist on buying me dinner, then I would love an order of baked spaghetti.”

Your smile grew as you headed into the kitchen, and you mentally added baked spaghetti to your list of orders.

“You got it. You’re welcome to come over any time, though.”

“I’m just about to head out for the day, and I have to run a quick errand first, so maybe... half an hour?”

“Yep, that works,” you nodded. “See you then.”

“See you,” Donghyuk grinned before hanging up.

Well.

It was safe to say you weren’t too downtrodden that Claire was too tired to go out and about.

You just hoped she wouldn’t mind having a guest.

You headed upstairs to wake up Claire as soon as you’d called and placed your order with Jimmy, quietly opening her door and tip-toeing in to perch on the edge of her mattress.

“Hey, Claire Bear,” you said softly. You placed a hand on her back and began to rub and pat her gently to try and wake her up. “I just ordered dinner.”

Claire let out a quiet, sleepy groan and rolled over to face you. “Is it morning?”

“No,” you chuckled. “We’re having Jimmy’s for dinner and then you can pick a movie, remember?”

You watched as your daughter forced herself to sit up and then rubbed at her bleary eyes. “Ravioli?”

“Yes, of course. And... we’re going to have a guest joining us.”

“Grandma and Grandpa?” she asked, perking up a little.

“No, you’ll still go visit them tomorrow. Donghyuk called to check up on you, and I invited him over to say thank you for helping you so much yesterday.”

The corners of Claire’s lips quirked up into a smile, and you were secretly relieved that she didn’t seem to consider it an intrusion.

“He did help me a lot,” she replied with a nod. “I wasn’t that scared because he told me I would be fine. And he’s a doctor! If a doctor tells you you’re going to be fine, then you don’t need to be scared.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, and you wondered if Claire even realized how much he’d helped you, too.

The next words out of her mouth made it abundantly clear she was not even remotely thinking about that, though.

“You know... I would like to have Donghyuk around all the time.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to figure out if you’d heard her correctly. “Y--you what?” you asked with a laugh.

“I think it would be nice if he was always here,” she shrugged. “We’re all happy together.”

Well. You certainly weren’t going to refute her because you thought exactly the same thing. So, instead, you simply pushed yourself off of her bed and said, “I’ll work on it. Come downstairs when you’re ready and pick out your movie, sweet girl.”

“Okay, Mommy!”

And while Claire was starting her movie, you would be tidying up -- both your house and yourself.

Yes, Donghyuk had seen you at almost your worst yesterday -- it could’ve only been worse if you had been sick as a dog in three-day-old sweats and an unwashed face. But he didn’t have to always see you like that. You wanted him to see you at your best most of the time, like anyone does with their crush.

...Good lord, you felt like a teenager again with that word.

Crush.

It almost made you shudder, but you couldn’t think of any other word to describe it.

Before you made your way downstairs to spruce up the kitchen, you ducked into your bedroom and bathroom to freshen up your mascara, dab some powder on your nose, and spritz on some perfume. And then you were on your way to do the same thing to your kitchen -- theoretically.

Claire eventually joined you downstairs in her unicorn pajamas and fluffy robe, making a beeline for the living room -- specifically the DVD collection.

“Any movie you want, Sweetheart,” you called out as you sprayed the counter with a fresh-scented cleaner.

“I hope Donghyuk likes Barbie!” she answered.

“I’m sure he loves it,” you chuckled, shaking your head to yourself.

Not even two minutes later, you heard the familiar music of Claire’s favorite (and most-watched) Barbie movie. And as you put the dishes in the dishwasher away... you found yourself quoting the opening lines.

Was this what it was like being a mother?

Oh, boy.

About ten minutes into the movie -- and after you cleared the dishwasher and re-loaded it with dirty dishes from the sink -- the doorbell rang.

You waited for Claire to run out of the living room screaming that she would answer it, but apparently, she was too engrossed in her movie. So, you grabbed the cash you’d laid out on the counter as you’d placed your order over the phone earlier and headed to the door yourself.

A young teenaged girl awaited you, handing you a rather hefty bag of food that smelled just as delicious as the restaurant did. You thanked her, handed her the cash for her tip, and you were about to close the door when you saw another car pull up to your house.

Donghyuk’s car.

Your heart began to race as the delivery girl turned to leave and as he parked his car on the curb and opened the door. You hurried inside to set the food down on the kitchen table, and when you reached the front door again, Donghyuk was just arriving on your front porch.

And, if you can believe it -- which I’m sure you can because we all know that Donghyuk is a true, warm-hearted angel of a man -- he was carrying an extremely enormous bouquet of flowers.

“Wh --” you stammered, your brow furrowed and your eyes following the flowers until they arrived at your door.

“They’re for Claire,” Donghyuk smiled as you let him come inside.

...You felt silly thinking they would be for you. Of course, they weren’t! You weren’t the one with the broken arm.

“She’s in the living room,” you told him, gesturing down the hall. “Oh, and the food’s here. I’ll get everything ready.”

You followed him down, a soft smile growing on your lips as you thought about Claire’s reaction. She had never received flowers before, but you were sure she would be absolutely thrilled.

When you stopped at the kitchen table to unpack your dinner, Donghyuk turned to go into the living room, greeting Claire softly.

And then you heard her delighted gasp.

“They’re for me?!” she cried over the dialogue of the Barbie movie.

“They’re for you,” he confirmed, and you heard the rustling of the plastic as he handed the bouquet to her. “They won’t make your arm get better any faster, but... they’ll make you smile. They’ll make you happy, and you feel better when you’re happy.”

“I’ve never gotten flowers before,” Claire told him.

“Well, now you have.” And then you heard him place a kiss on top of her head. “How are you feeling, Sweetie?”

“I’m okay. I was tired, but Mommy made me take a nap, so now I’m just hungry.”

“The food’s here,” he told her. “Your mom is getting it ready, I bet she’ll bring it into you soon. And I’ll go get a vase for your flowers.”

“Okay!” Claire chirped.

Donghyuk’s soft footsteps made their way back into the kitchen, and when he arrived in the doorway, your forehead wrinkled immediately.

He was still holding a bouquet of flowers.

You had thought he’d gotten one big, giant bouquet, but... he had gotten two smaller ones, apparently.

A grin curved his lips, and then... he handed the other bouquet to you.

You set down Claire’s box of ravioli and accepted them, feeling your heart fluttering as you chuckled with confusion. “What are -- why for me?”

“Because you deserve them,” he answered quietly. “You’re an amazing mom, and I know yesterday was hard for you. You need something to smile about, too.”

You felt your cheeks warming as you buried your nose in the petals, taking in the fresh, gorgeous scent. “Thank you,” you said, feeling just a bit of tightness in your throat. You knew Donghyuk was sweet and charming and kind, but you hadn’t expected this. It was so incredibly thoughtful. “You... you’re such a wonderful friend. Thank you.”

To your surprise, Donghyuk’s expression fell slightly.

He took a step closer to you, his lips pursed with worry. “Actually... I...” He paused and then seemed to think better of it because his forehead smoothed, and his lips lifted into a smile again. “Let’s eat first.”

Your heart was pounding, and you weren’t sure if it was in a good or a bad way.

“No, tell me,” you urged, setting the flowers gingerly down on your kitchen table -- away from the food. “Please.”

You definitely could not wait until after dinner to hear what he was going to say.

Donghyuk took a breath... and then nodded. “Okay. Actually... I’ve been thinking. A lot. And... you’re more than a friend to me.”

Your heart stopped, and your jaw almost fell open in surprise.

“Or, at least,” he continued. “I see you as... more than a friend. I would like you to be more than a friend.”

Part 6

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Loving You Is A Losing Game- chapter four

hii! okay, before this chapter begins, i wanna say i’m actually pretty proud of it? idk why, but i am. and also, this book probably won’t be updated for about 2-4 weeks.

i really wanted to focus this past week on writing, but i had finals to study for and everything so it took up a lot of time (i say as i watch criminal minds) but yeah, i’m hoping to get a lot of writing done in the next two weeks since today was my last day of school. yay!

without further ado, chapter four of loving you is a losing game!

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"i'm afraid of what i am, my mind feels like a foreign land"

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alex walked with robbins down the hallway, the blonde reciting her speech for the third time that day, looking to the resident for approval, her eyes silently asking him for any feedback he might have. she wasn't normally nervous about these kinds of things, but she felt that the fact that she was speaking to med students held a greater responsibility. these students were the future of medicine. they hadn't experienced the loss of a patient yet, or the crying sobs of parents when they had to be told that their child didn't make it.

the med students were... bright and shiny. they saw everybody in a higher place in their careers as practical gods. so, while she still had the chance, she wanted to root into all of these young minds that no matter what anyone said, peds was hardcore. it wasn't 'babysitting' like she had heard so many of the residents and interns call it.

peds was undoubtedly the hardest specialty. maybe not skill wise, but definitely emotionally. only the people with grit could survive peds. they worked on kids. maybe that meant that there was an everlasting sea of hope surrounding the patients, where they still were able to believe that the magic the doctors gave them could make them better.

but, it was known for a fact that losing a kid was worse than losing any grown adult.

a young life, taken from the word much too soon. it was cruel. so, so cruel. what had this young person done to have its life taken away? what about all the horrible people in the world who walked around free, living their lives? the rapists, the killers... why did they get to still be on the earth while a tiny human wasn't. it was messed up.

but that's why peds was tough.

because, while losing a kid was probably the worst feeling for a surgeon to go through, a success was so much more appreciated when it was one. the fact that they saved a person who had barely even got to live their life yet was the reason why arizona became a pediatric surgeon. because of what she was able to do, this person would get to grow up, fall in love, make bad choices, do things they knew for a fact they would regret later on. and that was truly all she could really ask for.

she was starting to see it in alex too, the peds glow. she didn't want to admit it out loud, for she knew that he would let the cocky part of him show and give her a well thought out retort. but lately, she'd been watching him, realizing that he was indeed serious about peds, that it wasn't just a lame middle school dare that he arranged with his fellow residents.

she saw the way his face would light up when a kid would say 'dr. alex!' so excitedly as he entered a room. she watched how he would spend time getting to know his patients, so that way they would have something to talk about later on if it was necessary. she was starting to see that maybe, just maybe, alex would make a fine peds surgeon.

"so..." she trails off, looking at the man expectantly, not missing the way he looked distracted as he kept his gaze on his feet.

he looks up, giving her a reassuring nod. "it's great robbins." he said sincerely, making her let out a relieved breath. she knew how honest karev could be, it was both a strength and a fault. he always told things as they were and didn't sugarcoat anything. if he thought something was crappy, he would literally tell you, "it's crappy," and that was something she appreciated.

she casts a worrying glance over him, his head hung low as the look in his eyes seemed to show that he was somewhere else. "you okay?" she asks.

he nods, snapping back to reality "yeah. just thinking."

"well, you know what you need to do right? you're like my assistant alex. click the computer's button when i need the next slide, interject when i ask you to..." she trails off, praying that he wouldn't mess this up.

alex gives her a signature glare, a bit offended that the blonde was doubting his abilities. "of course i can. a twelve year old could do it." he retorts.

she gives in, "fine." she walks down the hall faster, not even waiting for the man to catch up to her before she enters through the auditorium's doors, settling in the wings backstage.

it was a few minutes later when arizona is introduced, him trailing behind her like an obedient little puppy as she stands by the podium and microphone.

"hi everyone! i'm dr. arizona robbins from seattle grace hospital," she starts in a chipper voice, already managing to wake up most of the somehow tired students. "and this," says, pointing over to the man at her right, "is my mentee, dr. alex karev."

the man grins at the words, a sense of pride coming over him. the blonde and never used that term on him before and he wasn't going to lie, he really liked the sound of it.

"alex?" she nods towards him, telling him to introduce himself. he makes his way up to the mic, adjusting it slightly so it would reach him better, since the blonde was much shorter than him.

he takes a breath, trying to calm the nerves building in his stomach. he'd always been too cocky and arrogant for his own good, though it was all just an act. talking in front of all these wide eyed med students was honestly a bit terrifying. he pulls himself together quickly, mustering up one of his famous smirks as he looks into the crowd. "hey, i'm dr. alex karev, third year surgical resident at seattle grace, interested in pediatrics. i train under dr. robbins." he explains (incredibly) lamely, but was glad it seemed to be enough, since all the students looked satisfied with his answer.

arizona takes the mic again, starting a speech that he had heard a few times by now, but it had never failed to give his heart another strong tug towards specializing in pediatrics. "peds is hardcore." she starts, using the phrase he had heard so many times in the last three months. "don't let anyone tell you otherwise." she smiles, looking back towards alex with a knowing look in her eyes.

"to most of the people in this room, when you think of peds, you think of kids with runny noses and cuts on their forehead because they fell off the slide at the park. am i right?" she asks, making most of the students in the audience nod.

"you see yourselves as being babysitters, babysitters for tiny humans. well let me tell you, you can't be further from the truth."

"in peds, we save the lives of children. we help kids grow up, achieve their dreams. sure along the way there's the added bits of magic and joy, but it's not always sunshine and rainbows." she says, not missing how some students look down guiltily. "some people immediately want to go into peds when they start their internship. they think that working with cute little kids would be so amazing and working with them would be a breeze, well, they're wrong.

"peds is only for the hardcore. the elites. many people aren't strong enough for peds. some can't deal with losing kids as easily as they thought they could. losing kids takes a major toll on you. we ask ourselves all the time -when we see stuff in the news or online- what did these kids do to deserve the hand they got? they're just kids. why did they get shot the jerk of a man who lives next door?"

it was only the start of her speech -that had multiple parts-, but alex knew she already had everyone hooked.

"losing kids is something you never get over. don't think that losing a kid gets easier every time it happens. in fact, sometimes it's just worse. because you feel guilty. you feel guilty at the fact that you couldn't save this child. you feel guilty at the fact that you couldn't save their life..." she pauses for a second, looking over at alex, letting him know it was his turn to speak. "and now i'm going to hand it over to doctor karev." he was still a bit newer to the world of surgery, so he remembered better what it was like to be a med student than she did.

alex takes a breath, going over the speech in his head. "losing a kid is nothing like losing an adult." he starts

"some of you think that it's the same, some of you think that it's drastically different. but the only real similarity is that someone didn't make it."

he scanned the crowd, proud at the fact that the audience seemed entranced by what he was saying.

"the first kid i lost i was in my fourth month of my internship. i had been on my third peds rotation, but hadn't had a loss yet, which is a bit surprising." he lets the memories flood through him, reliving it, feeling that pain in his heart.

"i remember the day like it was yesterday. i had a couple of free minutes -a major rare as an intern- so i lied down on a gurney, and started eating a bag of chips. a few minutes later i got paged to the trauma bay. it was a three car pile- up freeway. the first ambulance unloaded a woman, emily smith, a thirty three year old female, the second, james smith, a thirty five year old male, and the third was the one i took with my attending, four year old melissa smith."

he bites his bottom lip, knowing he had to be in control in his emotions. even three years later it still affected him the same way it did that day.

"melissa was a little chatter box, talking my ear off as we rolled her into a trauma room. talked about her dog named fluffy, her favorite barbie movie, -princess and the pauper-, and even told me about her new toy horse 'shiny sparkles mchoof the third'. don't know where she got "the third" from but..." he trials off, earning some laughs from the audience.

he smiles his crooked grin, feeling a little bit more at ease. "melissa was strong. real strong. she had a broken arm and leg, not to mention, a lot of internal bleeding, and yet she only shed a couple tears. she was too excited to talk about fluffy and how she taught him how to roll over earlier that week."

"i thought melissa was gonna be okay. i thought 'she's talking, she's laughing, she'll make it'. i learned that day that you can't assume things." he says, glancing down towards the podium for a quick second.

"melissa didn't survive surgery. my attending had me break the news to the parents, which i found stupid because i was just the intern who was supposed to send them updates, but i did it anyways."

alex lets out a shuddering breath, the students in the seats sitting at the edge of them, feeling the hurt of the story as if they were there themselves.

"telling family member's that their brother or mom or dad or whatever didn't survive already sucks. but telling a parent that their kid... their child didn't make it? it's terrifying." it still hurt him to this day. these children were their flesh and blood, products of their love for one another, how do you just simply tell them that the person they loved most in this world was gone?

"melissa fought during surgery. she fought tooth and nail, but unfortunately, it just wasn't enough. but how are you supposed to tell that to a parent? it's hard, because as a part of peds, you need to be good with parents as well."

he inhales sharply through his nose, letting a thin breath through his nose. "the cries i heard from the parents that day made me want to quit." he tells the crowd honestly, making them widen their eyes. "i'd lost patients before that and it hurt like hell. but the day i told the smith's that we lost melissa... it seriously made me question my idea of being a surgeon."

"losing a child is something you never get over, whether you're a parent like the smith's, or just a doctor like me and dr. robbins, losing a kid is not something you aren't able to just move on from, even if -like i said- you're just their doctor."

his eyes glance over the crowd, surprised to see tears in a few of the student eyes. 'that's a bit weird', he thinks. "i wasn't lying when i said that i questioned my career as a surgeon after melissa. i was seriously considering quitting."

"but after a while of brooding, i decided that i wasn't going to quit. if anything, i was going to try my hardest to make sure that kids like melissa wouldn't have to go through the same thing, that's when i got interested in peds actually, but the attending i had at the time was..." he makes a face, trying to refrain himself was saying 'dick', "not my favorite. so, it wasn't until more recently when i got the opportunity to explore pediatrics again."

he sucks in a breath, "all of you guys right now look terrified." he says, speaking the truth, everyone in their seats looked like a cross between they'd just seen a ghost and someone told them their dog had died. "and you're probably wondering why the hell i just said thing that would make you want to do the exact opposite then go into peds." alex says, causing the crowd to nod.

he chuckles softly, "well, all of you guys should be upset, you should be terrified, because that's what peds is. you're terrified every second of every day. but only the best, like dr. robbins, are truly able to handle that kind of pressure."

alex cracks a small grin, " so long story short... if you're a wuss, don't go into peds." the audience laughs and starts to clap as arizona makes her way back to the podium, going into the next part of her speech.

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they can feel their eyes on each other, the fires in their stomachs growing from the stolen, forbidden glances. it was so wrong of them to be thinking about the night before. wrong to feel like it was what they had been waiting their whole lives for.

how he touched her...

how she touched him...

they way their bodies melded so perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces seemingly snapping into place.

somehow along the way they had inched closer to each other, going from opposite sides of the room to a mere ten feet away. she sipped her nearly full vodka tonic slowly, a large comparison to the night before.

he drank his beer smoothly, only on his first bottle and not even halfway through it.

before they knew it their eyes were communicating, what could only be described as lust, desire, and wanting burning so intensely in them they could set a man on fire.

she reads his dark brown orbs, not even needing to look into them long before she knows what he's thinking, and she knows her eyes are reading the same thing too.

they can feel the guilt through their stares. they were trying so hard not to, resisting so fiercely. tugging themselves away from the pull that was trying to bring them together. they tried to put last night behind them, convince themselves it wasn't as breathtaking as they remembered. they tried to push it into their brains, tucking into a small sealed box in the corner to never be seen again.

lust

passion

romance

they feel it oozing from their bodies, pouring out of single a stare, no matter how hard they try not to. they try to tear their eyes away from each other, oh i promise you, they try to peel their eyes away, they try not to think about it.

he doesn't try to think of her silky skin and the way it smelled like vanilla.

she doesn't try to think of the vibration he sent through her body then he groaned into her mouth.

but they just do.

he can't help the way he thought of her lips and how they tasted like a cherry red lollipop.

she can't help the way she thought about how his lips tasted like spearmint gum... so fresh, so god damn sexy.

they knew that they couldn't, that they shouldn't.

but the heart wants what the heart wants. and their heart? all their hearts wanted was for them to let the waves of pleasure flow through their body again, which only came from each other, nobody else.

nobody has made him feel the way she did. not the countless number of nurses, interns, coworkers, and previous classmates. not even his own wife.

nobody had ever made her feel the way he did. not any previous ex-boyfriends, not a couple random hot-as-fuck one night stands. not even her own husband.

so, somehow, without even knowing it, they ended up where they were now, an abandoned hallway on the seventh floor where he was staying, lips locked in the fiery throes of passion.

gasps escaped her lips heavily as she feels a wave of ecstasy roll over her, even more so than the night before. turns out kissing each other was even better sober than drunk.

he tries his hardest to keep his groans at bay, but the way her hands are roaming his chest, just barely skimming his pants, makes it more than difficult.

before they are about to step into the room she pulls back unexpectedly, giving him a perfect view of her red swollen lips and slightly disheveled hair. "we shouldn't" she whispers softly, her eyes telling a completely different story than the words coming out of her mouth.

"we shouldn't" he agrees, his voice the same as hers.

"it's wrong."

"really wrong."

her eyes bore into his, trying so hard to pull away, but she can't, like some magnetic force is keeping her gaze from wandering anywhere but his deep brown and green eyes.

"we're married." she speaks, sigh falling from her lips heavily as she licks them, savoring the taste of them. they tasted like him.

"we're married." he repeats.

"to other people."

"to other people." he breathes, just the sound of his voice making her heart rate pick up.

she lets out a loud sigh, fighting every internal battle. her head telling her it was wrong. but her heart telling her that nothing was more right. "screw it." she says so softly he almost misses it.

he doesn't even have time to comprehend her words before he feels her lips of his.

and that's how they came together for the second time, it being even more earth shattering than the last.

the first time they could blame it on the alcohol.

but the second time...?

the second time was all them.

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Title: Love, Maybe? {14}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 14: Finding Vixen

-Vixen-

“Wow, things are moving quickly.”

You spun around the construction site the crew was making progress with the space that would be your restaurant. You couldn’t believe in a matter of weeks what was happening.

“Things move quickly when everything aligns,” Zack responded from behind you. You looked to him and smiled, but as you stared at him, you only saw one face looking back at you. The smile slipped from your lips, and you gulped down the emotion threatening to spill out. Turning your back, you tried your best to pull yourself together.

“You okay Vixen?”

Clearing your throat, you nodded as you took a few steps away to what would or could be the spot for the outdoor eating spot. You bit your bottom lip, while a swell of pride and accomplishment fulled you, sadness and a feeling of being overwhelmed flooded you as well. It had been four days since you’d seen Chris, four days since your entire world had come crashing down, four days since the feelings you thought were long gone surfaced again, four days since the encounter you’d always dreaded and planned would go smoothly went the opposite. Sighing you took a deep breath and turned to face Zack, Kassius and the small team that was assembled for your expansion.

“Are you happy with this so far? Any suggestions?”

Glancing around you took in the demolition that looked just to have begun. You shook your head.

“No, this looks to be the beginning nothing much to make suggestions on. I’d like to look at it again once it’s cleared out, just want to make sure everything transitions right.”

“Absolutely. I’ve seen Giovanni’s in San Fran; I can imagine how particular you are about the visual of your restaurant. As long as we’re on schedule, things should be clear in another day or two,” Timothy one of the members of the team said.

You nodded and made your way to the front door as everyone else followed. When you stepped out into the LA sun, you placed your sunglasses on your nose. Zack approached beside you and put his hand on the small of your back.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just haven’t gotten a lot of sleep the last few days, and it’s always a hassle moving in.”

Zack nodded and slowly rubbed your back. You tried not to shy away from his touch.

“I can treat you to a relaxing night, dinner, a drink, maybe a massage.”

He smiled softly, and you felt the genuineness of his offer, but you knew it wasn’t something you were going to pass on. You smiled, hoping to soften the blow.

“You’re so sweet Zack, I appreciate it, I really do, but since the move, Ella hasn’t gotten back to her regular sleeping schedule I need to focus on her right now. I’m sorry.”

He looked as if he were trying to swallow the rejection. You hoped he wouldn’t make it a big thing. In all truth, while you liked his company, you really didn’t want to date. You didn’t feel much of anything for anyone, except him. Zack nodded, looked down, and nodded some more.

“I understand. You’re a mom first. It’s admirable. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. Just uh—I want you to know that I like you Vixen, I didn’t expect it, but there it is. I would like to get to know you better really try to build something with you.”

“Uuugh, jeez Vix. What do you say to that?”

After you looked around you taking notice of how close the others were you decided now wasn’t the right place to let him down. You also didn’t want to lead him on.

“All right Vixen, so we’re going to schedule another walk through once all demo is done, and we’ll make some decisions. I have a few mocks for you to look over and hopefully by then we’ll have some ideas,” Kassius said.

“Yes, I’ll look over these.”

You took the folder that looked thicker than a George A. Romano novel and bugged your eyes out.

“Good lord.”

“Yes, a lot of decisions to be made, this is the fun part,” he finished with a broad smile on his face.

“I’ll see you then. Are you coming, Zack? We’re still on for golf?”

Zack looked at you and nodded once he realized you weren’t going to respond to his declaration. You were glad your shades were darker than the midnight sky because your eyes weren’t hiding anything.

“Yeah. I’ll call you,” Zack said before he walked to Kassius and the two walked off to Kassius’ bright red sports car. You nodded your head to the rest of the team and made your way to your rental car.

You looked into the mirror and shook your head before you started your engine to begin on your to-do list. At the top was picking up some more groceries, then some office supplies and then to pick up some stuff for Ella. You hated the grocery places around the house; they were overpriced for no reason, and the produce never looked fresh. That meant you were going to drive over five miles to get to the supermarket Zack told you about—Gleason’s.

As you drove your mind drifted back to seeing Chris. The last time you’d seen him, you’d told him to have a nice life. You were pissed and hurt, and it seemed like a good enough thing to say. Shit, you didn’t even know why you were pissed, you brought it on yourself. You were stupid enough to think that there was anything possible between the two of you.

You should have known better. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, and dressed it screamed bachelor, screamed down for a good time and nothing more. Every alarm rang off in your head about him the minute you saw him at the table. Everything in you screamed “don’t,” but the other voice in you said, “just do it, it’s Vegas.” Yeah well, “it’s Vegas” turned into a kid and haunting memories. That didn’t change the fact that he was still gorgeous and his shoulders were bigger than ever.

“Of course he had to be gorgeous. Of course he couldn’t turn ugly or have gained thirty pounds of fat. No, he got sexy as fuck and gained thirty pounds of muscle.”

You groaned loudly and focused again on the GPS that predicted you’d reach your destination in five minutes. Once you parked in the lot, you roamed the aisles pushing the cart before you.

“Black tea, herbal tea, coffee, check.” You dropped the items in the cart and went perusing down the next.

“Rice Krispies, honey bunches of oats, oatmeal, flour, food coloring, sugar, yeast, check.”

You turned down the refrigerator aisle to scan for eggs, milk, butter, cheese, yogurt, orange juice, coffee creamer, jello, cream cheese, and that disgusting iced coffee drink Nexus loved. With your list about half done you allowed yourself to get distracted in the produce section where they held fresh flowers. You loved fresh flowers. There were pink, red, blue, yellow and even white flowers of all varieties. You decided on two beautiful assortments of pink and yellow roses and a separate one of pink orchids, you loved orchids. Tipping your head down to take a whiff of the fragrant flowers you looked over to the other side of the section and saw the actor Nexus was losing her mind over—Anthony Mackie. Quickly putting the flowers in your cart you made a u-turn to get back on track, you definitely didn’t want a run in.

Just as you thought you were safe in the bread aisle holding two selections of bread, one you liked and one Ella couldn’t get enough of you you saw him. Your legs thought you had time to make another getaway, but your brain knew better, he saw you too. Anthony approached you with a friendly smile on his face as he tipped his hat lower. You knew it was pointless, but you still turned and rolled out the aisle. As soon as you made it to the soda and water aisle, he was at your side.

“Vixen right?”

Sighing, you nodded. “That’s right.”

“I’m going to say you didn’t see me, that’s why you walked away; otherwise, that was rude.”

You snorted and shook your head. He had to be kidding.

“I was trying to protect your incognito look. I’m thinking if these people knew they were walking next to The Falcon himself they’d draw a scene and there goes your disguise. By the way, that’s a horrible disguise.”

Anthony chuckled and nodded his head.

“Of course you’re as snarky as your sister. Speaking of, how is she? Is she here?”

You looked at Anthony as he quickly looked up and down the aisle as if looking for her. Scoffing again you responded, “No, she’s not here. Why does it matter?”.

“Just curious.”

“Bullshit!”

You laughed out loud and pushed the cart further and placed other items in your cart. “I can see right through you. Looks like another one bites the dust.”

“Another one bites the dust? What does that mean?”

“It means you’ve been hit with the Nexus haze. Almost every man that speaks to her for any amount of time falls under her spell. You Mr big-time movie star are no different.”

Anthony smiled and shrugged, but he didn’t look as smug as he usually did, no this time he looked as if he felt threatened as if he were worried. He should be Nexus wasn’t half a woman like these barbie doll actresses and models she was one hundred percent that bitch and she was a force to be reckoned with. The two of you walked in silence for a few feet.

“So, I learned a fun fact recently. You’d never believe it,” Anthony began.

“Oh yeah, what fun fact is that?”

“Three years ago, a woman went to Vegas for some fun and ended marrying Captain America himself.” Your brain failed to communicate with your legs, and you just stopped in the middle of the aisle.

“He told him. Shit!”

“But you believe it, because—,” Anthony leaned into your ear and whispered. “You are that woman.”

You looked to him, unsure what to say. You could deny, deny, deny, but you were sure Chris was the one to tell him. You sighed again.

“Don’t worry, he’s my best friend, your secret is safe with me.” You walked again and turned down another aisle.

“Was it shock that had you running like a bat outta hell, or was it something else? Do you hate him?”

“I hate no one; there is no time for all of that. I have too many things to accomplish.”

“Okay, a mature one. He lucked out,” Anthony joked. The humor of it was lost on you. You didn’t bother laughing or smiling about it either.

“It was good seeing you again, take care,” you rushed out as you walked to the cash-out. You didn’t know if you’d gotten everything, but you needed to get out of there. It was insane; every second you spent around him, you felt it was only a matter of time before he saw the truth through your eyes, or seeping from your pores.

You unloaded the groceries on the belt then saw Anthony help. Rolling your eyes, you stayed quiet.

“How do you feel about seeing him again after so long?”

Groaning you turned to him your frustrations seeped out. “What’s it to you? What’s with all the questions? We did what we did, but we also went through with the divorce, it’s all water under the bridge now. No need to keep talking about it.”

Anthony studied you as you continued to unload the groceries so the cashier could do her job. You were usually good at keeping your emotions in check, but everything was becoming a lot more difficult. You hated it.

“Whew, that sounds like a lot of hurt and anger, years worth of it. Maybe not so much water under the bridge, huh.” Antony’s eyes bored into you, and you narrowed yours. Anthony nodded again and stepped back.

“Take care of yourself Vixen. Oh, and could you give your sister a message for me? Tell her I didn’t mean to hurt her, I didn’t plan on it. I was telling her the truth.”

As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, allowing you to focus again. You moved as quickly as you could to wrap up the rest of your errands. By the time you made it home, the sun was down, and you had a car full of shit. After thirty minutes of unloading and unpacking, you dropped onto the couch to catch your breath. Ella ran to you, you quickly scooped her up and dropped kiss after kiss across her face. She released an uproar of giggles that made your heart swell.

“Top, top, top!”

“No, no, no, take all mommy’s kisses, take them all!”

Her laughter filled the entire room, and soon, Nexus was beside you holding Ella down as she tickled her small ribs. This only made her wiggle and scream even more. The two of you slowly stopped, and Ella settled down comfortably in your arms, holding tightly to you.

“Long day?”

You looked to Nexus and nodded.

“That’s a big book.”

“It is, and I have a few more days to look through and find my aesthetic for the next round of meetings. Things are moving fast. Maybe we can be in and out of LA sooner than I thought.”

Nex gave you a look that said: “be real, aren’t you forgetting something.” You ignored it and flipped through the design pages.

“Vixen.”

“What do you think of this one? It’s airy and modern but still has a traditional vibe.”

Flipping to another page, you have the book your full attention. Seeing another contender, you showed your sister.

“Ooh, this looks very modern like a real celebrity restaurant. Doesn’t say much to traditional comfort but what the hell step into the times, right.”

“Vixen!”

“What!?”

“You know what,” Nexus exasperated. You shrugged and continued to flip the pages determined not to address what Nex clearly wanted you to.

“Vixen, you know damn well you can’t leave LA without telling Chris about Ella.” You groaned and rolled your eyes.

You knew you shouldn’t have told her shit. Now it would be even harder to ignore the shoulds. When you didn’t answer after a few minutes, she took the heavy binder off your lap and placed it on the side table nearest her. Groaning you stood and walked back in the kitchen to busy yourself, hoping it would distract you. You took out the meat for the meatballs you planned on making to accompany the spaghetti—Ella’s favorite. Refusing to take the hint, Nex walked in and crossed her arms before the island. You knew ignoring her would only work for so long, but you were going to milk it for every second you could.

You took out the flour and the other ingredients to make your signature pasta. Once you opened the fridge to grab some tomatoes and herbs for your sauce and closed the door, you came face to face with Nexus’ annoyed face. You snorted unable to hide your amusement.

“This isn’t funny Vix. It’s serious and a huge thing. It’s not just your life; you’re impacting. There are two other people, one small who cannot make a decision and the other who--,”

“Who what Nex? You don’t know him. You don’t know what he’s really like,” you blurted out slamming the cutlery drawer a tad harder than you intended.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Again you ignored her and began washing your produce, focusing on getting every invisible speck of dirt. You’d told her the cliff notes version, beginning, middle, then end. You didn’t tell her the in between. You didn’t want to relive it out loud, you were fine keeping it a trip you took every night before you went to sleep. Once the produce was washed, you got to work chopping and dicing. You knew you were stressed because the knife was moving faster than ever and you knew she saw it too.

“I’m waiting. What does that mean? What is he really like?”

Kissing your teeth, you shook your head, “Forget it, Nex; it’s not important.”

“Clearly it is. There has to be a reason why you never told him about her, a reason you never claimed the child support that was rightfully yours. You know you could have used it while you were pregnant and the parts of the first year. Why? Did he hurt you? does he hit women?”

Nex shifted her stance, and you knew she was ready to pop off. She’d always been your keeper, your protector. You remembered a few girls she’d seriously beat down because they looked at you wrong across the playground. You sighed out, taking a pause with the chopping to give her a reassuring look.

“No, he didn’t hit me.” You saw her shoulders relax and her expression softening; then you returned to the task at hand.

“So he didn’t hit you. He did hurt you though.”

Nexus was no idiot. She knew how to hear what you said and decipher what you didn’t. You did your best to give no reaction as you moved around the kitchen.

“Okay, I get it. You didn’t tell him to spite him.”

“No!”

Though you adamantly rebuked that, part of you felt a way and you wondered if any part of you felt that way.

“Okay. So he hurt you, you ran back home with your tail tucked, and you hid away for the next near three years. What did he do?”

“Nex, please. It’s not important. Let’s drop it.”

“I’m trying to help. You seem to be ignoring or purposely forgetting that you have to tell him. I owe him nothing, and I don’t know him from Adam and my loyalties don’t lie with him that’s with you--,”

“So drop it. Have my back, be my pitbull!”

“Vix, don’t ever get it twisted and think I’m not riding for you one hundred. It’s always been you and me against the world, and it’s still that way. Just—this goes past that. This is a morally right and wrong issue. How would you feel not knowing you had a mini replica of you running around the world?”

“Fine, because I wouldn’t know.” Nexus walked around the island to you and put her arm around you. She could sense your breakdown was imminent. She gently rubbed your bare arm and let the silence fill the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to stop your warring thoughts. Of course part of you knew what she was saying was sound and right, but the other side refused to hear it.

“You’re afraid,” Nexus worded.

There it was plain as day, no hidden pretenses, no shade, no covers, just blatant truth. You were afraid. You were shitfaced scared.

“It’s okay to be scared. There is nothing wrong with it. Hell if you weren’t scared I’d be worried because that would show that you really have no intention of doing the right thing. I know you, Vix, do the right thing is your middle name. Somewhere inside you know you have to tell him, want to or not, have to and should outweigh it this time.”

“This is why I didn’t want to go to that stupid expo or come to this dumb place. It has a way of stealing and crushing dreams,” you groaned out.

“Or realigning them and showing you a new, different, better dream.”

You glanced at Nexus, took a deep breath, and released it. She was right — bottom line.

“Fuck!”

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-Chris-

415-653-7575.

It wasn’t hard to get. All he had to do was google her and her location. He had all her information from three years ago. He had her full name, city, state, P.O Box information. In truth, he had everything he needed, and if he needed more, he could easily get more, it was a perk of being him. In all the years he didn’t use it, didn’t search, didn’t allow his curiosity to take over. Today he did.

It took him less than a minute to find her on Google, her name was uncommon, there was literally one Vixen Giovanni in San Francisco. It took him another minute to find her restaurant. Her restaurant. He was impressed. She said she wanted to open a restaurant and be a chef and she’d accomplished it, and she was successful. He spent nearly twenty minutes just looking through food reviews, articles, and pictures all of her and everything he remembered thinking and feeling those years ago came back.

He suspected it would be like this—feared it really which made him avoid doing this very thing for so long. He was afraid he was right, and he was. It took him the next hour to get the balls to call the number for her restaurant. An hour where he went over and over what he would say. He didn’t know where you were; it had been nearly a week since he saw you, you could have gone back to San Francisco.

He went over and over what he would say if you answered. He didn’t know if he should go with a calm and cool introduction; “Hey Vixen, remember me your ex-husband,” or an apologetic one; “I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from but—.” It was impossible to read you from the quick exchange days ago. You hadn’t spoken, you didn’t look angry, or happy or anything, your expression was blank, and then you were gone. He didn’t know what to expect.

When hour two was near, he bit the bullet and dialed your restaurant. The hostess transferred him to the manager who informed him you were out of town. Due to his quick thinking, he pretended to be interested in a potential business opportunity, it was then the manager gave him your cell phone number. He was surprised it was that easy. Now that was where he was, staring at your number with a bottle of beer on his right side, whiskey on the other and a joint in his hand. He leaned back and took several long puffs before holding them for a breath allowing the drug to haze away all his thoughts. Once he blew out the smoke, he took a long swig of his beer.

“Jesus Chris, it’s not hard, just dial the number. One step at a time.”

He took up his phone and punched in the numbers and hovered his finger over the green button, thinking about his actions one last time. Taking another long pull from his joint, he tapped the button and put it on speaker. It rang once, twice, three times and before he tapped the red button to end the call, a voice called out through the line.

“Hello?”

His brain froze, and speech did with it, so he sat there completely flustered.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

Still, he didn’t speak. Only when the line went dead did he move, he dropped back against the couch and groaned loudly into the night sky.

“Come on, man!”

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Daddy’s little girl - Ben Hardy

a/n: this is way longer than i expected, again. oops. but i hope you like it!!

requested by @rogerina-taylo-r

summary: could you please do something with Ben being cute with his and the reader’s little girl? — it’s not exactly a specific moment, so i hope that’s okay!!

word count: 4,105

Your POV:

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay all day with her?” You asked Ben as you continued to get ready for the day. It was pretty early, around seven in the morning, and you were surprised Ben was awake as well. You were going to be working late, so he would have the entire day with Daisy, yours and Ben’s four year old daughter.

“I’m sure. I always watch her, we have a great time together. And she is my daughter too.”

“I know, but she’s been wanting me to be with her a lot lately. I’m not meaning to sound like you can’t watch her, I just want to make sure you know she’s going to cry for me.” You finished applying your makeup and walked back into the bedroom to slip your shoes on and grab your purse.

“We’ll be fine, I promise.”

“I have meetings all day, but I’ll try and check up on you guys in between.” You don’t know why you were so nervous, but the stress of work on top of Ben leaving for a new movie soon was not helping anything.

“Love, you need to calm down, okay?” You huffed out as you sat down on the bed next to your husband.

“I’m sorry, Ben. I’m just stressing over this project, on top of regular work, you’re leaving soon, and I just want to spend as much time with you as I can,” you finally confessed.

“(Y/N), I’m not traveling far. I’m still going to be in England, just farther away outside the city. I can come home on weekends and my off days. It’s not like I’m going back to the U.S. I won’t be gone for long, since I’m playing a minor role, I’m really only needed for two months or so.” You nodded along as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you back into his chest.

“I love you, Ben. I know you’ll be fine with her. I’m sorry for thinking you won’t. She’s your daughter too, I’m-”

“If you say you’re sorry, I’m not going to give you a kiss goodbye,” he cut you off, joking and quietly laughing. You chuckled and closed your eyes, calming down enough to gather your things and leave. You leaned down to face Ben as he was back to lying under the covers, and quickly pressed your lips to his.

“I don’t know when I’ll be home. Eat dinner without me, and I’ll get some food for myself on the way home, alright?” He nodded and bid you goodbye, falling back asleep for the time being. He heard you run down the stairs and rummage through things in the kitchen to fill your thermos with coffee, before leaving.

Ben’s POV:

I was happily dreaming about my beautiful wife when I was woken up by a tiny figure jumping on top of me.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!” Daisy yelled, jumping up and down on the mattress, pressing down on my arm as she jumped back down.

“Alright baby. I’m awake,” I groaned out, rolling over to capture her tiny legs and make her fall next to me, softly of course. She giggled loudly and cradled my face in her small hands.

“Can I have some breakfast?” She asked sweetly.

“Of course, darling. What do you want?” I got up from my warm bed and brought her tired figure into my arms to carry her downstairs. She cuddled into my neck, still pretty sleepy, as she thought about what she wanted.

“How about some pancakes?” I asked when we reached the kitchen, knowing she loves blueberry pancakes more than anything

“Yay!” I chuckled and gathered the ingredients for the batter.

“Why don’t you watch some cartoons while I make them, alright?” She followed me into the living room where I turned on some Paw Patrol for her. She crawled under the cover that I held out for her and glued her eyes to the TV. I smiled happily at my daughter as I went back into the kitchen to make breakfast. I also made a pot of coffee for myself as I made some chocolate milk for Daisy.

“Dais, breakfast is ready!” I called out before hearing tiny footsteps running towards me. I heard a chair being pulled out from the table as Daisy sat, ready for her plate. I set the plate, which happened to be her favorite one in the world because it had Disney princesses on it, and gave her one pancake for now. I helped her pour some syrup over it and got my own serving.

Once I sat down and started eating, she started telling me what she wanted to do today.

“And we’re going to go to shopping for some toys, and probably buy something for uncle Gil and uncle Joe and uncle Fweddie,” I laughed lightly as she tried to pronounce Gwil’s name, and referred to Rami as Freddie.

“Okay. How about after we eat breakfast and watch some TV for a little, we can go shopping for some toys, and I’ll help you pick something out for uncle Gwil.” She nodded happily as she continued eating her pancakes.

Once she was done, and I knew she ate enough, she ran back into the living room while I cleaned up the kitchen.

“Daddy! Come watch Spongebob with me!” I heard Daisy yell from her spot on the couch. I finished washing the dishes and walked into the living room, plopping right next to her. She immediately cuddled into my side, resting a hand on my stomach in doing so.

While we were watching it, she would occasionally explain to me what was going on, just in case I didn’t know. I just nodded along, sometimes agreeing with her opinion on something. For four years old, she was pretty smart.

“Okay, why don’t we get ready to go shopping?” I asked once the episode we were watching ended. I saw it was already eleven, so I thought it was a good time to leave the house for a while. She got up, pushing against my body to help, as she ran off to her room. I followed behind her to make sure she was getting dressed properly. When I walked in, she was already pulling clothes out of her small dresser. She chose her favorite shirt and a pair of small leggings that she loves; it was only right for a day about her.

She was able to get her shoes on by herself so I resorted to tying her hair up. (Y/N) is the one who taught me how to perfectly tie a ponytail, so it was easy when she was sitting still.

“Alright. You want to go watch Spongebob for a little while I get ready to go?” She nodded and ran off downstairs while I went back to mine and (Y/N)’s bedroom and quickly got dressed. Once I was ready, I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed downstairs.

“You ready, princess?” I excitedly yelled out. I turned the TV off and grabbed my keys. She ran out the door and towards my car, waiting for me to help her. I quickly locked the door and ran to her, opening the door as she climbed in. After buckling her in her car seat, I ran around to the driver’s seat and started the car.

I drove into the city to her favorite toy store that was in a shopping mall. I parked once we arrived and helped Daisy out.

“Alright, Daisy. Let’s get you a few toys, then we can go a different store to pick something out for uncle Gwil.” She jumped up and down, holding my hand as we walked through the parking lot.

I ended up buying her a few more things than I had planned. I bought her about three new Barbies, a Paw Patrol stuffed animal, and a couple more things she really seemed to like.

We walked out, the bag in one of my hands and Daisy’s hand in my other as I walked into a random store.

“Can we buy him some Queen stuff?” I heard Daisy ask.

“Of course. Let’s get him a few things then.” I picked up a shirt right in front that had the Queen logo on it. She jumped up and smiled widely.

“Can I get one just like it? And can you get one for mummy? And you get one too?” I laughed loudly as she continued to add on to what she wanted.

“Okay. I’ll get us matching shirts, alright?” She nodded and stood next to me while I looked for all of our sizes. I grabbed a large for Gwil and I, getting (Y/N)’s size, and got an extra small for Daisy; it still would be big on her, but it doesn’t matter.

“I think this is good, don’t you think?” I asked Daisy as I held the six shirts in my hand, of course having to get two more for Rami and Joe.

We checked out after looking around the store just for fun, ending up buying a few random things that Daisy wanted for herself, or for (Y/N), or for Gwilym. She wouldn’t admit it, but Gwil was her favorite uncle.

“Alright, let’s get home for some lunch. What do you want to eat?” She was now buckled up as I sat in the car, waiting to pull out of the spot I am parked in.

“Ummm, grilled cheese with tomato soup!” I nodded while I drove out of the parking lot and back home.

“Daddy, who’s here?” Daisy asked when we pulled into the driveway, seeing a car parked in front of our house.

“I’m not sure, baby. Let’s get inside and see.” I knew who it was. It was Gwilym. I texted him saying Daisy couldn’t stop talking about him, and he was more than happy to hang out with us for a while. Although after Daisy ate, she was going to have to take a nap.

“Is it mummy?” She wondered, wanting to see her mum, as she was asleep when (Y/N) left.

“No. Mummy’s still at work. But maybe we can call her and see if she’s at lunch.” She smiled and got out of her car seat after I unbuckled her. She ran inside while I grabbed the bags that were in the trunk.

“Uncle Gil!”

“Daisy!” I laughed softly as she saw who was here. She loved her uncles, and I’m glad they make an effort to see her whenever they can.

“Daddy! Uncle Gil’s here!”

“I see, baby! Are you happy?”

“Yeah!” She giggled, cuddling into the tall man as he held her in his arms. I plucked my phone from my pocket and clicked on my wife’s contact to FaceTime. She picked up immediately and smiled sweetly as she saw my face pop up.

“Hi babe! How’s your day with Daisy going?” She shoved a forkful of salad into her mouth, and I realized she was having her lunch in her office.

“It’s good. I made her some blueberry pancakes for breakfast, then we went shopping. She got a few new toys and a new shirt. And now, Gwilym’s here because she hasn’t stopped talking about him today, so he’s visiting for a little. I’m just getting ready to make her some lunch, but she wanted to talk to you.” (Y/N) nodded as I handed the phone to our daughter.

“Mummy! I miss you, when are you coming home?” I heard her asked sadly, now sitting next to Gwil on the couch.

I left them to start her lunch, retrieving a can of tomato soup to start and grabbing the ingredients for the sandwich.

After I toasted the sandwich in a pan, I placed it on a plate and waited for the soup to heat up, before pouring some into a bowl.

“Dais! Food’s ready, baby.” She came running in, my phone still in her hands, still talking to (Y/N). I walked over to the table with her plate and grabbed the phone from her to rest it against the bowl that was sat in the middle of the table, full of fruit. That way, it was easier for her to eat and talk to her mum.

“Are you having a good day with daddy, Dais?” I heard (Y/N) ask. Daisy nodded her head a lot, chewing her sandwich at the same time.

“We went shopping and I got some new toys and we got uncle Gil, uncle Joe, and uncle Rami matching shirts. And we also got the same matching shirts for me and you and daddy!” I already told (Y/N) about the shopping, but she seemed happy to talk about it.

I started making myself a grilled cheese as well, as Daisy continued to talk.

“Okay, baby. I have to get back to work in a little. Can I talk to daddy?” I walked over and picked up the phone to face my wife again.

“Hi love. You going back to work?”

“Yeah. I’ll probably be home at around eight. I hate to stay so late, but this project is taking forever. I’m getting paid overtime to stay, so that’s a positive I guess,” she laughed, throwing her trash away while doing so.

“It’s alright, darling. I’ll have some Chinese food for you when you get home. Does that sound good?” She sighed happily and nodded, smiling at me.

“I’d love that, Ben. Thank you. I shouldn’t be stressed out for too much longer, this is almost done, and once it is, I’ll be much better.”

“You’re fine, (Y/N). I understand, and I don’t mind one bit.”

“Okay, I have to get back. I love you and I’ll see you when I get home. Tell Daisy that I love her and goodnight?”

“Of course, babe. I love you too, hun.” She hung up quick and I locked my phone, seeing Daisy finished her sandwich and soup.

“You done, baby girl?”

“Yeah. Can I go sit with uncle Gil now?”

“You need to take a nap for a couple hours. Uncle Gwil can stay and he’ll see you when you wake up, alright?” She surprisingly didn’t fuss, but instead let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes. I picked her up as she cuddled into my neck, almost falling asleep on the spot. I walked her into the living room so she could say goodnight to Gwilym, and took her up to her room after.

I set her on her bed and covered her with the pink comforter.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you. Mummy says goodnight, and she loves you as well.”

“I love you too, daddy.” She closed her eyes as I pressed a kiss to her forehead, brushing some hair out of the way. I turned the light off and shut the door slowly as to not make much noise, and went back downstairs to chat with Gwilym.

“Did she really get all of us matching shirts?” He asked as he examined the pile of similar shirts.

“Yeah. She wanted to buy something for just you, then it turned into her wanting the same shirt, then the same for (Y/N) and I. And she eventually wanted to get Joe and Rami the same, so I ended up buying six of the same shirts for all of us.”

“That’s hilarious.”

Gwilym and I continued talking and even watched a movie while my daughter took a nap.

A couple hours later, Gwilym had fallen asleep, but I stayed awake, scrolling through my phone. It was around four when Daisy had walked down the stairs quietly. If it wasn’t for her sleep-filled voice, I wouldn’t have known she had woken up.

“Daddy?” She called out. I locked my phone and turned towards the stairs, where she stood with her favorite blanket.

“Hi baby. I see you’re awake.” I got up to bring her into my arms. Again, as she did before she took a nap, she nuzzled her face in my shoulder, her body feeling heavy as she was still a little tired.

“Uncle Gwil is still here,” I told her, sitting down on the couch with her in my arms. She laid against my chest as she glanced towards the man sitting next to me. She crawled away from my lap and into Gwil’s, cuddling into him this time. He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled close.

“Hi, love. I missed you when you took a nap,” he said. She was too tired to say anything, but she did let out a yawn and smiled after.

After about ten minutes, she was up and more energetic, playing tea party with Gwilym, who was wearing a crown and a pink cape. I, however, wasn’t invited, for some reason. I didn’t mind, really, it gave her time to spend with her uncle, and it gave me time to admire their close relationship.

Gwilym left at around five, when I was making dinner for Daisy and I. He happily took his shirt with him and told Daisy he would wear it the next time he saw her.

I was making a frozen pizza for us, knowing that was Daisy’s favorite dinner. She is my daughter after all, she has to love pizza.

“Where’s mummy?” She asked when I was cutting up her pizza for her. I sighed softly and started to explain.

“Mummy has to work late. She won’t get home until after you go to bed. I’m sorry, baby. She feels bad, but she has to finish something at work, and it takes a long time.” She nodded sadly and stared down at her food. I pulled her chair out a little and bent down to be face to face with her.

“Daisy, look at me. She loves you so much. She wants to be here, but she can’t. I know you miss her, baby. I do, too. But she has to work to make money so we can live here, and buy you food and clothes, and make sure you’re happy.” She nodded and looked up at me from her lap. She leaned forward to wrap her arms around my neck, gently playing with my hair; she does this to calm down or cheer up when she’s sad. Just like her mum.

“This might go on for a couple days because something important came up. I’m not sure what time she’ll be home every day, but we still have weekends with her, okay? I love you, and mummy loves you. Everything will be back to normal soon, okay?” I felt her nod so I pulled back to give her a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Now let’s eat some pizza then watch a movie. You want to watch Bohemian Rhapsody?” She nodded happily, a big smile now on her face as she started eating her dinner.

After we both finished, we made ourselves comfortable on the couch, Daisy with the stuffed animal she always sleeps with and her favorite blanket. She was now in her pajamas, as she would soon need to go to sleep. She was cuddled into my side as she watched the movie. She’s obviously seen it many times before, and she knew many Queen songs, due to (Y/N) and I constantly listening to them in the car.

Two hours later, the movie ended, and Daisy was now asleep. I ordered (Y/N)’s favorite food from the Chinese restaurant we love, and waited for him to show up. I put on The Office just to watch, seeing as I wasn’t moving for a while; I didn’t want to wake Daisy. About half an hour later, the delivery man was at the door, a bag of food in his hands. I quickly paid and took the bag from him, setting it on the counter for when (Y/N) gets home.

I sat back on the couch, pulling Daisy against me again, making sure she didn’t wake up. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was my wife sitting next to me.

Your POV:

You were exhausted, to say the least. Today was so grueling, you had meeting after meeting after meeting just before lunch, and spend the rest of the day working on the project your team was assigned.

You finally walked through the door at eight, kicking off your shoes and quietly setting your purse on the small table next to the door. You were about to call out for Ben when you noticed the silhouette of his head on the couch. You smiled softly and walked around to the front of the couch, a huge smile breaking out onto your face.

Ben laid with his feet up on the table, scrunched down some to be more comfortable. Daisy was cuddled up into his side, his left arm wrapped securely around her, her arms wrapped around her favorite stuffed animal. You slowly sat down next to Ben, running your hand through his tousled hair. He jumped awake, obviously startled by the sudden touch. He turned to see you sat next to him, softly smiling as he realized you were finally home. That smile dropped as he saw how exhausted you were.

“Hi, Ben. How long have you two been like this?” You asked quietly, still threading your fingers in his hair.

“A hour or so, I think. She fell asleep at around seven, after we watched Bohemian Rhapsody, of course.” You nodded and switched your hand to push some hair out of Daisy’s face. You stood to pick her up from Ben’s side to take her to her room.

“Mummy?” She stirred in your arms, realizing who was holding her.

“Yeah, baby. I’m home, but you need to go back to sleep alright? Tomorrow is the weekend, so I have two whole days to spend with you and daddy, okay?” You felt her nod as she rested her head on your shoulder, trying to fall asleep. You gently set her in her bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, whispering an ‘I love you’ as she was already back asleep. You left the room and walked down to the kitchen to enjoy the food Ben had ordered for you.

After you were finished, you ate pretty quick due to just wanting to lay down in bed, you walked back upstairs, practically dragging your feet, and walked straight into the bathroom.

Ben’s POV:

I heard (Y/N) walk into our room, where I had just moved to from the couch, and step into the bathroom. I closed my eyes as I waited for her to come to bed, to finally have her in my arms since seven this morning.

She took a little while longer than usual, but that’s because she decided to take a quick shower. She usually takes showers in the morning, but since she was running late and rushing today, she didn’t have time. She came out about twenty minutes later, clad in a shirt of mine and no pants.

“Ben?” She asked quietly, sitting on the bed next to where I was laying.

“Yeah, love?”

“I’m pregnant.” My eyes immediately opened, wide with shock and wonder.

“What?” She held up a tiny stick with a tiny window that said, ‘pregnant.’ I sat up, taking the stick from her and staring at it.

“You are? Oh my gosh,” I was speechless. We hadn’t been trying, but there was a night where Gwilym and Joe watched Daisy so (Y/N) and I could have a night together, and well, it led to more.

“I can’t believe this! This is amazing!” I pulled her body into mine, and she eventually climbed on top of my lap, her legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders.

“I hope it’s a boy,” I said, pulling back to rest my hand on her stomach, where her future bump would be. She giggled lightly and shook her head.

“How are we going to tell Daisy?” She questioned, cupping my face in her hands as she wiped away some tears that had fallen.

“We’ll think about it later. For now, let’s just cherish this moment, because in nine months, our hands are going to be full.” I pulled her in for a passionate kiss, so overjoyed that I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world, and that she has now given me not only one, but two children.

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you, too. Forever.”

tags: @thewinchesterchronicles

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oskea93 · 5 years

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Think of You Part Seven (part 1)

A/N: Hey guys! I just want to thank you guys for the continued support for Think of You. I’m so glad that all of you enjoy the story. I enjoy writing Caroline and the gang. Out of all the stories i’ve ever written, Caroline and Mac are my favorite OCs. I hope you like them as well! Okay, so i’ve broken chapter seven up into two parts. The first part was a little goofy and filler-ish, but the second part will be more dramatic (ie Nikki and Caroline interactions). Without further waiting, here’s chapter seven! PS: Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes. I’ll try to go back and fix them at a later time!

Have you ever watched a movie where the main girl sleeps with the main guy and then quietly sneaks of the room the next morning? You sometimes wonder how she’s being so quiet or how the guy can sleep like a log while she’s leaving the bed or getting dressed. Even though I’ve had those thoughts, I never imagined that I would have to figure those things out for myself. I remember getting to this point but I couldn’t believe I let it actually happen. It took almost a year for my ex-boyfriend to get me into his bed. He tried from the very beginning but I brushed off his advances and told him I wasn’t ready. It took Nikki Sixx less than 4 hours to not only bless me with the way his tongue worked but also have me screaming his name as he pounded into me. Oh gosh, that sounds so gross! Long story short- Nikki and I had sex. We had sex numerous times that night and it was amazing! Even though I was in eternal bliss last night and the early part of this morning, I was now regretting every single action I let happen yesterday. First of all, I regretted ever going to the concert. If I just stayed home and watched TV and folded laundry like I planned, this would have never happened. I would still have some sort of dignity. Hell, my poor dignity was left at that stupid concert venue on that slimy couch.

I looked over at Nikki, taking him in as he slept. Even though he was attractive when he was awake, he was even cuter while he slept. Part of me just wanted to stay and enjoy being wrapped in his arms. It felt nice. The other part of me, the side with all the judgment, was telling me to leave and leave fast. It was as if my brain was fighting with my heart, unfortunately my brain was winning. I had all these consequences running through my brain. What if he just used me for sex? He was a musician. He knew that he could have any girl he wanted and I was probably just a play thing for the night. He got what he wanted and I would never hear from him again. Did I want that? Even though I haven’t known him that long, I enjoyed spending time with him. He got on my nerves, and he still does, but I enjoyed being around him. I liked the way he laughed. His laugh was weird and cute at the same time. I liked how his eyes stared into your sole. He had gorgeous green eyes. He was so smart, too.

It seemed like he was an overall catch but I he was way too dangerous for me. He was in a rock band for one. He had tattoos. He sang and played music that mentioned Satanism. The most dangerous part of him was that he was utterly gorgeous and there was no way I could stay away. Why was he so damn pretty!

I decided that I needed to get out of there before he woke up. I didn’t want to deal with the awkward post sex talk. Granted, I’ve never had an awkward post sex encounter but I didn’t want to start now. I don’t think I ever had a regular morning after encounter. I’ve only had sex like four times, this making five, and I’ve always woken up by myself. That makes you feel really crappy. You think that you’ve spent the night with a great person and then you wake up alone and confused. Oh. That’s exactly what I was about to do.

I looked back at Nikki. Did I really want to leave him alone in bed after what happened between us? Would he be mad? Maybe he’d be cool with it. I’m such a terrible person!

I slowly removed myself from his grasp, trying my best not to wake him up. The poor guy had a vice grip on, I guess afraid that I would leave at some point. I basically crawled out of bed and landed on the floor with a light thud. I peered over the mattress to make sure the noise didn’t wake him. He was still sound asleep. The sheets that covered us were laying low on his stomach, making my heart race a bit. My new alter-ego, let’s call her Veronica, wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and replay last night all over again. After a couple of seconds, I decided that that coast was clear. I pulled my naked body off the ground and started looking for my clothes. The only article of clothing I could find was my romper. I had no idea where my underwear was and one of my shoe was missing. I quickly pulled on the romper and tried looking for the other shoe. Luckily, I found it near the bathroom door. I slipped on my sandals, trying not to look at myself in the mirror that just so happened to be in front of the bed. I looked at that plenty enough last night. My hair-tie was around my wrist, allowing me to pull my messy hair into an even messier bun. I grabbed my purse from the bedside chair and tip-toed out the bedroom door.

People were passed out everywhere.

Some people had all of their clothes on, while others were barely covered. There were alcohol bottles littered all over the floor, along with cigarette buds crushed into the carpet. I felt bad for whoever owned this house. I quickly made my way out the door and to the edge of the street. I remembered that the house was close to the strip. I made my way down the street, trying not pay attention to that passed me. You could definitely tell that I just had a one night stand. I didn’t have any undergarments on and my hair was piled on top of my head. My love bites, which had doubled, were on full display. The people that passed me probably thought I was a hooker or groupie. Was I a groupie? What exactly is a groupie? I’ll have to ask Mac when I get home; I’m sure she knows that answer to that.

Oh gosh, Mackenzie. Our conversation from last night flooded my memory. I could tell that she was mad at me for not answering her question. I can’t believe I lied to her. She’s my best friend. I shouldn’t have lied about what I did with Nikki. She would probably congratulate me for what I had done. I’m gonna have to call her when I get home. Maybe I should have stayed with Nikki. If I stayed, I wouldn’t be walking down the Sunset Strip in search of a taxi. What if there isn’t a taxi available this early? I didn’t even know what time it was? The sun was pretty high in the sky but I still couldn’t tell you the time. My dad tried to teach me all that wilderness stuff when I was younger but it never stuck. I was more interested in my Barbie dolls and helping my mom in the kitchen. “Taxi!”

After three failed attempts at haling a taxi, I finally made it back home. I immediately stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I allowed the hot water to wash away the sins that I had just committed. I didn’t realize how sore my body was until the hot water hit my skin. I also didn’t realize the extent of the love bites Nikki had left. They were everywhere! I had them on my neck, my chest, my hipbones, and my inner thighs. He just worked his way down, leaving his mark as he went. The ones of my neck were very noticeable and I had to be at work tomorrow. I never had to deal with a hickey before. I for sure didn’t know how to hide them from the world. How was I supposed to show up to my class tomorrow with bruises all over my neck? It’s like a bruise, right? Maybe I could say that the vacuum cleaner went rouge and attacked me. You’re so stupid, Caroline. The kids would probably believe that lie but their parents would not. Why did I let him do this to me? I could get fired for showing up with hickeys all over my body. I worked at a Christian school for goodness sake!

I removed myself from the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I had a couple of errands to run today and I also need to speak to Mac. I knew that she was mad at me last night. I had every intention of talking to her last night but Nikki had other plans. I quickly dressed and allowed my hair to air dry. I made a list of the things I needed from the grocery store and headed out. My mind was going a mile a minute with the thoughts of last night and what exactly it all meant. I had sex with a guy I barely knew but my heart had feelings for the guy. Sure, he was obnoxious and into himself, but there was something intriguing about him. He had a mystery to him and I wanted to solve it and claim him as mine. Wow, never thought I would think that about a guy. Another thing that made me want him was that he was so not my type. From a scale from being my type to not being my type, Nikki was on another planet. My type was Earth and he was Pluto. He was an unknown planet that held secrets and darkness that I needed to lighten. I wanted to be the sun to his dark little planet. Okay, that’s a bit weird…

NIKKI’S POV!

You know when you meet someone and they are unlike anyone you’ve ever met? Well, Caroline Daniels was that person to me. She was different from the girls that threw themselves at the band or even those that walked around on the strip. Hell, she was different from any girl that I’ve ever met in my life. She had a shyness about it but I could tell that she had a wild streak hiding somewhere. She was quirky and kind of nerdy, but in an adorable way. She was so fucking smart! She wasn’t like the airheads that Vince associated with. I think she ever said she was a teacher? I could have just made that part up but that’s beside the point. Caroline has been the only girl that’s made me chase after her. Most girls throw themselves on me as a dash and fuck. We fuck and then they dash away to the next member. I’ve had girls in my bed one minute and the next they are in Tommy’s. It was a revolving door of chicks that wanted to fuck us. With Caroline, I had to chase after her. I had to be the one that puts myself on the line and hope for the best. From the moment I saw her at the concert, I knew that she was the girl I needed to be with. I know that sounds super cheesy but it’s the truth. I remember the first time I saw her. My heart started to beat faster and my pants grew tighter than they had been. She defiantly had an effect on my dick, but her effect on my heart was more powerful. It kind of pissed me off that she walked out of the concert. We were killing it and she walks out like she’s uninterested. She must have been interested because I saw her return a few minutes later. Once I fully got a chase to see her at the restaurant, I knew that I was in love. (Cheesy moment again). I’m Nikki fucking Sixx, I’m not supposed to fall in love with girls. I’m a fucker, not a lover!

I tried to get Tommy to ask her friend what her address was so that I could see her. I thought maybe she would be excited but it seemed to piss her off. I thought she was gonna call the cops on my at one point. I think the true icing on the cake was when I convinced Tommy’s chick to invite her to dinner. I asked the girl to tell her that it would just be the two of them. I needed to talk to her and that was the only way I could get her alone without showing up at her place. She was pissed at first but she started letting her guard down. I guess I broke through enough because she showed up to the concert and we all know what happened after the show! Like I said, I barely know her, but I can’t get enough of her. I think I might even be in love with her…

I woke up the next morning expecting to find Caroline next to me. A smile formed on my face as I remember what had happened last night and into this morning. It was fast at first. We tore each other’s clothes off like a bunch of animals. I had her screaming my name so loud the people outside were cheering us on. I don’t even think we made it to the bed to be honest. I’m pretty sure I took her against the wall that first time. I think we christened the whole room. At one point, I remember fucking her on the dresser, that was amazing! We took a break here and there but the last time was special, at least I think so. It was slow and very intimate. The room was dark and quiet. It was just her and I. We had a connection that sent sparks throughout my body. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. I had every intention of taking her again this morning but she wasn’t here. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I was actually kind of pissed that she just left without saying goodbye. Granted, I probably wouldn’t have let her go, but she could have at least tried to say goodbye.

I slowly removed myself from the bed, stretching my sore muscles in the process. I pulled on my pants from last night, along with my boots, and made my way out to the main room. I didn’t bother putting my shirt back on as I stepped over the bodies of the party-goers. I made my way out the front door and over to my car, slipping my sunglasses on before starting the engine. I drove the distance to what I remembered was the location, trying my best not to get lost. Once I was sure this was the place, I parked the car, quickly pulling my discarded shirt back on, before heading up the metal staircase.

Apt #17 I knocked on the wooden door. I tried to listen for incoming footsteps but the traffic was making it hard to hear. I waited a couple more seconds before knocking again. Her curtains were closed so I could peep to see if she was just ignoring me. Hell, she could have been in her bedroom ignoring me for all I knew.

“She’s not home.” A male’s voice sounded. I turned my head to see an elderly man and woman leaving the apartment next to Caroline’s. “She left about 20 minutes ago.”

I cleared my throat, “Uh-“ I began. “Thanks.” I muttered.

The couple looked me over, disapproval flooding their eyes. “How do you know Caroline, son?” The man asked. His wife whispered to him not to interfere but he held up a hand to silence her. “Caroline’s a good girl. She doesn’t need a gutter rat such as yourself clouding her judgment.” I couldn’t help but laugh in his face. If he only knew how good a girl she actually was. He would be very surprised if I informed him of her actions yesterday and last night.

“Whatever, dude.” I muttered. I could tell the old man wanted to say something else, but I didn’t feel like hearing what he had to say. I sauntered away from the couple, making my way back to the car. I couldn’t help but laugh again at the comment the old guy said. It was no surprise to me that I was the opposite of Caroline. I was a gutter rat and a damn proud one too. Gutter rats know how to get shit done and don’t take shit from people…

Caroline’s POV

“He came to my house and my neighbors almost called the cops on him, Mac!” I exclaimed. “My poor neighbor hasn’t stopped checking on me since I got home.” I watched as Mac nearly chocked on her Chinese takeout. I had come home from grocery shopping and the next thing I know my neighbor is telling about the rude guy that was knocking on my door. I was concerned at first, but once he started explaining what he looked like I knew exactly who it was. From the jet black hair, unbuttoned shirt, and leather pants, I knew that it was none other than Nikki Sixx. I tried to explain to Walter and his wife, Maggie, that Nikki was just a friend and that they had no need to worry. Well, that didn’t exactly go as well as I would have hoped. Walter began to explain to me the dangers of being friends with a guy like Nikki. I would not only get into a lot of trouble but I could also be called not-so-nice names (his words, not mine). I assured him that I would be okay. I didn’t want to tell him that it was rude of him to interject himself into my business because that’s not the type of person I am. I respected him for looking out for me but I didn’t need another man like my father in my life. Michael Daniels was enough to handle.

“So what exactly happened between you and Nikki Sixx?” Mac asked, changing the subject. I knew she was wanting to know and I was going to have to tell her. I actually felt a bit embarrassed, to be honest. I used to criticize her for sleeping around with guys she barely knew, and now here I was doing the same thing. “Everything.” I muttered. “I let him-”I stopped, trying to find the right words. “I let him perform oral sex on me.” My eyes remained on my Lo Mein noodles as I waited for Mac’s response. After a couple of seconds of silence, I quickly peered up to see her smiling at me with her mouth wide open. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I began to whine.

She instantly started to laugh, “You let Nikki Sixx go down on you?” My cheeks started to heat up as she laughed. “I can’t believe Caroline Vanessa Daniels got tongue fucked by Nikki Sixx!”

“Don’t say it like that, Mackenzie.” I groaned. I reached for the blanket that was resting on my couch and threw it over my head. Even though she said it in such a crass way, that’s exactly what happened. When my parents had the birds and bees talk with me, they never mentioned the use of tongue, not even when kissing. Like I had mentioned earlier, I found out about oral sex from Mac. Come to think of it, I found out a lot of stuff from Mac. All my parents told me about was when two people love each other, they get married, and THEN make love. I don’t even think I made love with Nikki. It was raw and wild, nothing like what my parents explained to me. I learned the Leave it to Beaver version from my parents and received the X-rated version from Nikki.

“You’re such a dork, Caroline.” Mac pulled the blanket from my head. “Okay, so, you had oral sex with Nikki. So, what?” She stated. “Did you have regular sex with him?” I stayed silent, giving her the answer. Another smile formed on her face, “I know this is gonna sound weird-” She began. “But I’m so proud of you for getting properly fucked.”

“Ugh!” I exclaimed. I quickly jumped up from the floor and started making my way to the kitchen. I hastily placed my bowl in the sink, Mac following close behind. “Caroline, it’s completely normal to have sex!” She exclaimed. “I had sex with Tommy the first night I met him. You’re 21 years old, that’s what we do.”

I turned to face her, “That’s not what I do. I don’t have sex with guys I barely know. Look how long it took Chris to get into my pants.”

“You don’t have sex with guys you barely know, but you do have sex with guys that you have feelings for, Caroline.” She spoke. “You and I both know that you have major feelings for Nikki, but you’re too scared to admit it.” I looked at her as if she had three heads. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m telling the truth. You want him, you need this man in your life.” Was she right? Every time I saw Nikki, my heart starts to flutter and I can’t help but smile. The heart fluttering could be some underlying medical condition, though. “I know what you’re doing, Caroline.” I looked at her. “You’re over analyzing everything and you’re gonna psych yourself out.”   I don’t know what came over me, but I just burst out crying. I dropped to the ground and just cried. I had no idea why I was crying, but huge tears were falling from my eyes. “Caroline!” Mac threw herself next to me, engulfing me in her arms. “You’re over analyzing.” She pressed her lips into my hair, gently rocking me, causing me to slowly calm down. “Just breath. It’s going to be okay.” I wiped the snot and tears that had formed on my sweatshirt. “I over analyzed.” I whimpered. “I couldn’t help it.”

Mac let out a chuckle, “You’ve been over analyzing things since I met you.” She pulled back a little. “Do you feel better, though? I mean, is your brain more clear to think?” I nodded my head, straightening up against the wooden cabinet. I did feel slightly better after my cry-plosion. “Now-”Mac started. “You need to go find Nikki and tell him that you’re sorry for skipping out on him this morning. And-”She cut me off before I could speak. “Tell him how you really feel.” I looked at her, slowly nodding my head in agreement. I knew she was right but I was being way too stubborn. I may have said that I was done over analyzing everything but it was a lie. I was thinking about anything and everything that had to do with Nikki. What would people think of him? What would people think of me? How would my parents react to me being with someone like Nikki? How would his fans, especially the female ones, react to me being with him? Was I edgy enough to be with a guy like him? The answer to the edgy question was a big-fat NO! I still watched Saturday Morning Cartoons for goodness sake! I teach seven and eight year olds; I have to be down with the cartoons trends.

“You’re doing it again!” Mac shouted, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. “Don’t fucking over analyze!” She was right. I needed to calm down and face the music. The next time I see Nikki, I’m gonna tell him how I feel. I’m gonna tell him that I have feelings for him and I want to be with him. Goodness, gracious, that sounds so dorky!

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Chapter 4

The smell of spices filled the air. Serving the noodles in two bowls, Seo Hyun filled two glasses with coffee. Seo Hyun was never satisfied with her cooking. She always competed with herself to cook better dishes and even made some new ones. Sometimes, she even impressed herself. Whenever she entered any kitchen, she knows that she owns that place. She charms everyone with her cooking skills. This was her heaven, of course after books. Only a few get to do what they love, and she is one of them.

She snapped out of thoughts when two males entered the living room. She wished them ‘Good Morning’ with a smile, catching them off guard with a sudden change in the female’s mood. Their eyes widened on seeing the dishes ‘royally’ set before them. Their mouths watered in response and they were wide awake now. “Did you wake up early to make all this?” Chanyeol asked as he took a seat. Seo Hyun nodded her head and urged them to taste it. Baekhyun moaned in delight after just having a bite. It didn’t surprise her though; she was used to this. Baekhyun savored the flavors in his mouth and enjoyed the dish to the fullest.

“It is delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like this!” He exclaimed with his mouth full. “But what’s the occasion?” Chanyeol asked the real question. Seo Hyun hesitated before answering. She tends to overthink things. She had thought about every reason not to go but she was going because she also thought about every legitimate reason to go. It was huge progress for her. She had thought about it the whole day yesterday and today is the day she’s going to implement it. “I’m going back to the restaurant.” She spoke and suddenly everything went still. Two pairs of eyes scrutinized her making her conscious of herself. Chanyeol tackled her in a bear hug and kissed her forehead. “I am so happy to hear that. I totally support you.”

Chanyeol couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew Seo Hyun was strong but she needed time. He was happy that she was making every effort to move on, to make everything all right and to smile again bit by bit. It was big news for him as well as for others who knew her. Seo Hyun smiled into the shoulder of the man, happy from the fact that she was returning.

“Is this where you work?” Baekhyun inquired as he scanned the restaurant. He had been to this place a lot of times and he enjoyed their food. It was sufficient, delicious and best suited for his taste. They even had a pianist and a singer to perform and entertain the commoners. Seo Hyun replied with a yes and clutched her purse as memories flooded her mind. She was scared; it felt like it was the first day of work for her. She knew that there was no going back and that she had thought this through but it was difficult. Baekhyun, as if on cue, turned his head towards her. What he had noticed about Seo Hyun was that her expression was really easy to read even though she tried to hide her thoughts. “Don’t be nervous, it’ll be fine. People will say things, and let them say it because that’s what they can do. Don’t let your smile disappear because of mere words.” He advised with the smile she swore was the brightest smile she had ever seen. She simply nodded her head. “Thank you Baekhyun.”

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Baekhyun asked her. “Anything.”

“Can you get me a date with the girl who sings in your restaurant?”

“I’ll try.” Seo Hyun laughed and headed inside.

She let herself take in the surroundings. It’s been a while since she visited this place. She had missed it, missed working here with everyone. Seo Hyun wore a sad smile on her face as she entered the kitchen, anticipating the next moment. “Seo Hyun.” A familiar voice jolted her. She was all smiles when she saw her best friend. Sehun walked towards her and hugged her. She cherished the moment. The male pulled back to look at her properly. It was the same eyes but with less color, the same smile but not completely honest and the same Seo Hyun but with scars on her heart.

“Glad to have you back,” Sehun spoke and squished her cheeks making the girl wince. Soon, everyone circled around her. She could see the pity in their eyes and everybody knew but nobody asked her anything related to that and she was really grateful for that. After greeting her, everyone got back to work. “You should have told me that you were coming back.” Sehun pouted and crossed his arms. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” She answered. She kept her purse aside and wore the apron.

“So what did I miss?”

“Really? She did that? How dare she?” Seo Hyun asked in shock and then sipped her beer. “I know! I warned her not to touch your stuff but you know how stubborn the girl she is. I didn’t tell you in the kitchen because then you would have smacked her there.” Sehun made some punching sounds making her laugh. Seo Hyun had missed this, spending time with her best friend and then speaking ill of all the co-workers. They always came to the park near their restaurant and then drink beer. It would relax them and was a leisure time for both friends. “It’s nice to see you laugh.” He suddenly spoke and she could only look down and fiddle with her fingers. She didn’t say anything for a while when a recent incident played in her mind. “I recently met Ji Won. He came back to give my stuff back.” Sehun waited for her to continue. “I didn’t let him go easily. Made him listen to what I had to say. He tried to hurt me but Baekhyun came to help.” Sehun sighed and looked at her.

Her eyes looked at the infinite stretch of the sky when she decided to taste the beer again. “That jerk. I feel like drowning him. And I’m proud of what you did. He will realize that he lost something precious. So don’t blame yourself and if you feel down, remember to call me first.” Seo Hyun nodded her head and looked back at the sky with was colored with hues of red and pink and suddenly all the colors looked black and white.

Seo Hyun twisted the doorknob, somewhat in a lax manner and entered the familiar place where she had been staying for a week now. It was in better condition and the things were better kept, thanks to her. Chanyeol was happy that his sister was trying to move on and looking forward to a new beginning. Seo Hyun didn’t want to be a burden to him and wanted to look for a place but the tall devil didn’t want to listen to her. He wanted to keep an eye on her; moreover, it would be financially feasible for her to live with them. Baekhyun had been nothing but nice to her. He kept the night alive and was the mood maker of the house. She felt happy that her brother had such a nice roommate. So today she had a surprise prepared for him.

“Good evening, milady.” Chanyeol bowed and kissed the back of her hand. “Let me show you the way to your fort, milady.” Seo Hyun giggled and decided to play along. Though they were almost thirty, she liked that the child inside them was still alive. She followed him to his roommate’s bedroom where she found the cushions and pillows stacked up to form a fort. Baekhyun was standing in the fort wearing what looked like a cape. She was tired of cleaning their mess but decided to enjoy today. The fort actually looked pretty good.

“Before I forget, I got you something Baekhyun.” She smiled at him and sat on the bed. The said man’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. She could see his eyeballs dancing with excitement. “I got you a date with Lizzy, the girl who sings at my restaurant.” She said and saw the excitement on the male’s face. “You must be kidding me! You really got me a date with her?”

“Wait. You got him a date with Lizzy. You are such a traitor. I’ve been asking you for months to get me a date with her and you always declined it by saying that she doesn’t like me because I’m sensitive.” Chanyeol tossed a pillow towards her in disbelief. “It is true. She had seen you crying watching ‘Barbie and the princess charm’ school in the restaurant. It’s not my fault.” Seo Hyun tossed the pillow towards him and successfully it hit him. “You cried watching an animated plastic doll’s movie?” Baekhyun questioned the tall guy in disbelief who could only hide his red face behind the pillow.

“Anyways, she’s free on Friday and this is her number.” Seo Hyun handed him the paper with the number scribbled on it. Baekhyun kissed the paper and held her hand. “Thank you so much. I’ll never forget this favor.”

Boys.

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kenzieam · 5 years

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Druid - Chapter One

Rating: M (smut, language, violence, mature themes, potential major character death)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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Alright.... here’s another Bucky AU with my OFC, Levi.

Bucky is the President of the Druids MC and Levi is back in town to take care of her dying father. They meet through mutual friends and Bucky is immediately (still) taken with the girl he secretly fantasized about in high school, but he’s an outlaw biker and she has a life halfway across the country, will Bucky have a chance to make her his???

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Some of you might recognize parallels to other stories of mine, like “The Reaper and the Vixen” and “It’s Time” but this is my blog lol and if I want to borrow, I will.

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LEV

Nothing had changed, not that I expected it to. Small towns don’t grow, they just endure.

I left home ten years ago, last visited almost three years ago, but it’s like I’ve only been gone a week. I’m sure that Tony’s Diner down at the corner still has the same faded papers taped to the glass, advertising Gerald Sampson’s old ‘78 Ford truck for sale (runs like a top, uh huh) and the same tired request for a part-time waitress; especially if Tony’s wife Pepper is still there, she runs the diner with an iron fist and military precision (that somehow never extends to updating the posters), a humorous contrast to Tony’s almost chronic easy-going nature. He'd rather spend his time tinkering in his workshop than anywhere else, while Pepper oversees the breakfast specials.

I still wouldn’t have come back, to this quiet little corner of northern California, if it wasn’t for my Dad. He did not bad after Mom died, slowing down and sitting back, but now he’s gotten sick. I try to be optimistic, but he isn’t, he’s ready to be back with Mom and I can’t help but let this color my view of the town as I drive through it. Everything’s darker, sombre, stuck.

I’ve taken the long way around, for whatever reason, and can’t help but crane my neck as I pass Panhead Joe’s, a local bar. I tended to avoid this side of town when I lived here, but I knew even as a kid that it was a biker bar; still, I’m not prepared for the array of Harley’s parked outside, even though it’s only late afternoon.

A few bikers mill around, leaning on the railing outside the bar or against bikes. There seems to be a common theme amongst them, all are wearing black leather vests with a large patch across the shoulders. I’ve seen enough Sons of Anarchy to know what this means, and while it flutters in the back of my mind that there’s always been an MC in town, it never really dawned on me as a child what that meant. We’d lived on the opposite end of town, where huge trees shaded the yards and streets, and people still sat out on their covered porches at night while the neighborhood children organized street-wide hide and seek or games of tag.

A tall blonde draws my attention but I look away, pressing the gas a little harder when he looks up to meet my gaze. There’s something familiar about him, even with his black t-shirt, jeans and leather vest.

Steve? Steve Rogers, the head jock of our small but spirited sports program? I would have assumed he’d left long ago, on an athletic scholarship or something, but here he is, leaning against a chromed-up Harley. He frowns at me, stuck in the same ‘who’s that?’ moment and I stare straight ahead, hoping he doesn’t recognize me and start spreading the word. Although I didn’t leave town on bad terms, I still left and, I plan to again, sooner rather than later.

The streets grow softer and more familiar and too soon, I’m turning into the driveway of my childhood home. A charming Craftsman, I used to love sitting on the verandah out front, holding court with my eclectic mix of barbies and ninja turtles and while a swell of nostalgia hits me, so does sorrow. I haven’t asked Dad what he plans on doing with the house, or anything else... after, but I’m going to need to soon.

The car ticks as I turn it off, it’s been a long drive from Houston, where I’ve lived since leaving here. My back cracks as I stand and I stretch backwards with a groan, feeling the skin pull on the back of my right shoulder. Chap just finished my newest tattoo before I left and it’s still tender under the bandage.

What started as a source of income while I was in school soon turned into my chosen career and, while I finished my classes, my degree sits gathering dust while I happily work at Sweetheart Ink, popular tattoo artist and body piercer with a large client base waiting on me to return. Needless to say, it was hard to tell who was more surprised at my abrupt career detour, my parents or me, but I haven’t regretted it.

“Levi.” Dad’s voice is a far cry from the deep baritone I remember from childhood, and he’s lost weight too. A sharp stab of reality hits me, this is real. Dad is dying and I didn’t really sink in until seeing him just now.

I stand there like installation art for a minute, like a skipping record until Dad grabs me in a tight hug. “Good to see you, Bug.”

I choke a “Hi, Dad,” in return, and hear his soft, rueful chuckle in return.

“That bad, huh?”

“No! I, uh...”

“It’s okay, Bug; I might look like shit but I don’t feel too bad, just tired. Glad you could stay for a while.” He’s so casual about it that I almost start crying and he tightens his arms around me. “It’s good to see you honey, don’t cry.”

I nod, sniffling hard and straighten, pulling away and suppressing a shudder at the bones I felt poking through my Dad’s sallow skin. He hasn’t really elaborated about what’s making him sick beyond its terminal, non-contagious and he’s decided to just live what time he has left rather than trying any treatments. He didn’t even tell me he was sick until a few weeks ago, keeping it hidden and passing off his weakened voice as mere tiredness. He’s already made all the arrangements for his funeral, but he’s always been practical and organized and it’s a small comfort to know he’s going out the way he chooses to. Mom’s death was sudden and unexpected, a hidden intersection and missed stop sign; Dad’s will be the opposite.

“Come in, Bug; I haven’t started anything for supper yet, I was wondering if you wanted to order a pizza or something.”

“Popo’s delivers now?” They never did before, they didn’t need to, people came from miles around for their pizzas.

“Popo’s is closed.” Dad replies and, at my strangled exclamation, nods in understanding. That was one of my favorite hang-outs as a student, me and the rest of the high school. “Old Popo retired to Florida, last I heard.”

“Huh, what’s left then?”

“There’s a couple to choose from.” Dad taps a mess of menus taped to the fridge as he walks into the kitchen and I stare blankly at them.

“Oh, hey. I ran into your old friend... Nat? She was asking about you and I said you were coming up for a while, she left her number to call if you want.”

Well that makes sense. Why I saw Steve Rogers still in town, he and Nat were hot and heavy in high school; looks like they’ve stayed together. Shit, they’re probably married by now, maybe a couple kids. I never stayed in contact after I left.

My stomach growls, interrupting my musings and I turn my attention back to the menus before settling on a place and grabbing the phone.

Two hours later, Dad’s nodding asleep in his armchair and I’m fidgeting nervously. I’m keyed up and restless, not yet ready to try and sleep.

“Go out and have some fun, Bug.” Dad mumbles, startling me out of my thoughts. He stands slowly, shuffling over to me and patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine, I’m heading to bed. Go on.”

I’m hesitant, chewing on my lip before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

“You want money for the movies?” He teases and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Maybe call up Nat,” he throws over his shoulder as he leaves the room and I frown thoughtfully. It’s not late by any stretch, maybe we could meet up for a drink or something. Surely they have Uber here if I get tipsy. I reach for my cell.

“Hello?” The voice at the other end is familiar, but tentative. I hear muffled music in the background, loud voices; at least I didn’t wake her up.

“Hi, Nat? It’s Levi.”

“Levi?! Oh my god, hi! Your dad said you were coming up, are you here now?” She’s all excited energy, practically humming over the line and I feel my spirits lifting.

“Yeah, just got in this afternoon.”

“You want to meet up?”

“Uh... yeah, sure. Where at?”

“I’m down at Panhead’s now, come on over!”

“Panhead’s? The biker bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you a biker?”

She laughs. “No, my husband is. You’ll be safe; come on girl, hurry up!”

…........ “Okay, give me a half-hour.”

“Sure, I’m so excited!” She hangs up mid-squeal and I stare at my phone for a long moment before standing and walking to my room. What does one wear to a biker bar? Jeans probably, tank top? I quickly clean up and dress, pulling on my cropped jacket and pushing my feet into the only boots I own, ones I tossed in the car almost as an afterthought yesterday as I was leaving.

I poke my head into Dad’s room, but he’s already asleep. I write a quick note and leave it on his bedside table then leave.

It doesn’t take long to reach Panhead’s, and I park nearby, clearing my throat nervously as more than one head swivels my way in sudden interest.

“Levi?! You look amazing!” Nat all but shrieks, appearing from the front door and rushing at me. I’m engulfed in a tight hug that wraps me in her yummy, familiar perfume, stuff she’s rocked since high school. Can’t mess with a classic. She pushes me away far enough to look me up and down and grins widely. She’s grown up, but still looks the same; beautiful reddish hair and sweet smile, she probably still gets ID’d. It takes a moment for me to register this and then a tall figure is towering beside her. I notice vaguely that all the interested onlookers have looked away, as if scared.

“Levi, you remember my husband, Steve?”

Holy shit, yes. The very man I saw outside this bar earlier, dressed in a black biker vest and leaning against a bike. Wait...

“Hi Levi, welcome back.” Steve’s voice is rough and deep, but still kind. He always was a sweetie, even in school when most boys are preoccupied with showing off and whistling at girls. It takes a moment for my eyes to register the patches on his vest. V. President on the right side, Captain on the other; I look over to Nat, see she’s wearing a similar vest.

“Wait, you’re in a motorcycle club?” I should have realized sooner, but I’m a little slow sometimes.

Nat smiles and turns, showing me the Property of Captain patch across her back. She turns back, smiling and Steve pulls her closer with one massive arm, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, Steve’s the VP of the Druids.”

“The Druids?” Oh yeah, the club that hung around town. They never really blipped on my radar as a child, none of my family were a part of it, so I never really paid attention to them. “Oh, wow.”

Nat giggles at me. “Steve got involved with them after high school and loved it.” She reaches for me. “C’mon, the guys are nice.” I let her pull me along, one arm slung over my shoulder and try to relax.

The bar is rocking, music loud and voices even louder. The crowd parts as Steve walks through, holding Nat’s hand and I’m still trying to reconcile the Steve in front of me with the boy I knew in high school. Steve’s hair is crew-cut short, and stubble darkens his cheeks, but other than that, he looks rather tame for a biker, but I catch the sight of ink on his biceps, and crawling up his neck.

There’re more leather-clad men seated at the table Steve brings us to with women scattered about as well, either perched on chair arms or directly on laps. Nat pushes me to sit in the booth then Steve sits beside me, pulling Nat into his lap.

I’m introduced to the table and recognize a few faces. Another pal from high school, Wanda, is seated on the lap of a man named Hawkeye, and is wearing his patch, but none of the other women are and Nat leans over and murmurs that they’re club girls, unattached and available to all the men. She and Wanda are the only ol’ ladies here tonight.

The big surprise is the man directly across from me. A blond is preening in his lap and his hand rests on her bare thigh, but he’s too busy talking with others at the table to speak to her. Steve introduced him as Cannon, and his patch says President. It takes a second, but I finally recognize him, and understand my surprise.

“Bucky?” I gasp, then clap my mouth shut, blushing. Fortunately, only he and Steve heard me and Steve starts laughing, slapping his mitt on the table. “Sorry.” I choke, face burning.

Bucky smiles at me, softening the harsh lines on his face. He’s big now, as thick and powerful as Steve, maybe even more so and the fluffy hair I remember from high school is shoulder length, his cheeks dark with stubble. But the clear, deep blue eyes are the same.

We didn’t hang out in high school, but Bucky stood out to me because he and Steve were best friends, but seemed exact opposites. While Steve was gregarious and sweet, Bucky was silent and brooding. Steve was All-American blond, Bucky was dark. Steve was the jock, Bucky the shadow. I know he took a bunch of shop mechanic classes while I labored away in the college prep courses and yeah, if I��m going to be honest, I may have had a tiny bit of a crush on him too. I never acted on it though, and to be honest again, he’s hardly entered my thoughts since I’d left. The last place I expected to see him again was at a biker bar, and the President, no less.

“Hey, Levi. How you been?” His voice is soft and deep, a hint of growl.

“Good,” I reply, relieved my voice sounds strong, even though I’m still on edge. While nobody at the table has been rude to me, there’s still a powerful vibe to them that I attribute to their club status. You don’t become part of an MC by being a pansy. Nat’s words echo in my mind, ‘you’ll be safe, the guys are nice’. Yeah sure, as long as you weren’t an enemy.

“What have you been up to all these years?” Wanda speaks now, leaning forwards. The blond man, Hawkeye, wraps a hand casually on her hip for support then turns his head to talk with another man. He seems used to Wanda’s squirming.

“I uh...” I pause, surely they don’t want the boring history of my life? “I live in Houston, work as a tattooist and body piercer.”

“I thought you went to University there?” Bucky asks and I pause again. What? Was he keeping tabs on me in high school?

“Yeah, but I got into body mod for extra cash and loved it, so I went into it instead.”

Hawkeye has turned his attention back to our conversation and hoots, slapping Bucky on one massive shoulder. “Hey! You gotta get one now, no excuses, Prez!” Wanda and Nat simultaneously roll their eyes and I sense this is an old argument.

“Get what now?”

The faintest flush colors Bucky’s cheeks and he looks away as Hawkeye chirps merrily. “A dick piercing! I keep telling him it’s worth it, I-” He breaks off as Wanda swats at his head with a giggle and I can’t help a snort of laughter. Alright, if they’re going to trot out this particular horse, I’ll take it for a ride too.

“I don’t know,” I pretend to think. “Not every guy has the right anatomy for one-” this causes an explosion of laughter and good-natured ribbing and Bucky throws me an amused glance.

“You wanna check, doll?” He rasps, raising a brow.

Well, I walked into that one. “Not every guy can handle the pain.” And I keep right on digging myself deeper.

“Don’t worry doll, I like a little pain.”

Alright then. Time to double down. “Well, I brought my kit if you want to try?”

The guys explode, roaring with mirth and I lean back as Nat giggles in my ear. “You’re such a tease, Levi. You were so quiet in school, what happened?”

I shrug, I hardly know myself. I’ve certainly never discussed dick piercings like this before.

Bucky leans across the table and winks at me. “Whenever you’re up for it, dollface.”

Wow.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint, loud voices interrupt my reply and everyone at the table swivels their head to the door. There’re sounds of a brief struggle, then a few dull thuds that register to my slow brain as punches, then cheers. I look back at the table to see the men have relaxed again, but I don’t miss that each one has a hand in their vest, as if reaching for a weapon. A booming voice interrupts my musing.

“And who is this delectable beauty?” I look up in stunned silence to the speaker. ‘Delectable beauty’? Me? A towering blond man pulls a chair over, turning it backwards and sitting at the table, reaching across Steve and Nat to offer me his hand. His grin is wide and infectious and I still can’t get over his height, Jesus, he’s got a few inches on Steve even. I remember his question, and lean over to take it.

“Hi, I’m Levi.”

“Levi,” his faint accent does amazing things to my name. “I’m Hammer.”

I glance belatedly at his vest. He’s the Sergeant-at-Arms, that explains the size and his bouncer act. “Was Thor already taken?” I blurt, going instantly red.

He seems unperturbed, even grinning wider. “That’s my given name, my lady; I’ll answer to both.”

The table roars again, but I catch a faint scowl cross Bucky’s face, huh?

#bucky barnes #au bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky and lev

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #188

“don’t you try to hide with those angel eyes.”

Would you rather take a walk in the cold rain, or in the blistering heat? Ha, the rain, any day. What is your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering. If it were revealed that religion in its entirety did not actually exist, would your outlook on life be any different? No. If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being aware of any of effects and/or consequences, would you do it? No. Which parent was more strict when you were growing up? Mom. Worst facial hair, in your opinion: The pedo mustache. You know the one I'm talking about. Have you ever eaten dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets? Yes, I like, demanded we get those instead of regular as a kid lol. McDonalds, do you like it or does it disgust you? I honestly don't see why people hate it?? Do you like the state you live in? No. Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? I believe so. What do you hope you grow out of? The laziness I have with chores oops. What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis? Healthiest, drink at least one bottle of water... even though I know that's nowhere near where I'm supposed to be lmao. Unhealthiest, drink soda. What is the most embarrassing thing you own? Ummmm idk. What is the strangest habit you have? I have to go use the bathroom literally right before I lay down for bed. Doesn't matter if I did ten minutes ago, I /have/ to go again because if I feel even a damn drop in my bladder, I can't sleep. What movie made you cry the most? The Notebook, probably. Titanic really got me, too. What was one of the happiest moments of your childhood? Getting my dog. What’s your favorite vacation memory from when you were a child? Watching the fireworks above the castle at Disney World. What impression do you try to give when you first meet someone? I try to be very polite. Who or what inspires you to be a better person? Mark. What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship? I didn't like him like that. If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up? (You don’t know if your real life would be better or worse.) No. Well... do I ever wake up? If I was going to at some point, then I would, as I'd just be hurting myself by living in a word I would only leave. What dumb thing did you believe for a really long time? I'm not even remotely kidding, I didn't put together what "PMS" stood for and thought it was about mood swings 'n shit *during* your period until a few months ago. Where would you like to retire? I'm not thinking of that yet. What brings you the most joy in life? Talking/being with Sara. How many windows are on the upstairs part of your house? We don't have an upstairs. Do you own many hats? I have a Carolina Hurricanes one somewhere from going to a game with Dad, maybe two actually, but idr where they are or if I even still have them. When was the last time you were kept off school/work etc because of snow? I haven't been in school in a long time and I'm unemployed. Have you ever taken an underwater picture? No. Ever been on a ride and hated every second? Not seriously. I went on one I was terrified of (one of those circles that goes waaay up and then abruptly drops you) just to step out of my comfort zone, but I didn't hate it. Scared tho. What were an average day’s tasks at your favorite job you’ve had so far? I most certainly don't have a favorite. Does your car have a backup camera? I don't have my own car, but Mom's doesn't. Are you working on any goals? Yeah, not going well. :') Do you enjoy reading? Not particularly... I kinda just stopped enjoying it, but I also associate it with the hospital because that and coloring was all I ever did. The only thing I really *enjoy* reading is our RP because I'm so deeply invested in our characters, but even then, I procrastinate reading long posts. I'm genuinely trying to start reading again, though... I used to adore it. Are you interested in politics? No, though I should care. Did/Do you enjoy high school? Not usually 'cuz I was a depressed shit. Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? YES Ma and I love that shit. Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? No. Ever been in a meaningless relationship? Tyler, yes. Does anything on your body hurt right now? Not at this very instant. Know anyone on birth control? Most girls I know + myself. Would you go swimming right now if you could? Yeah, that'd be nice. How long was your longest relationship? Over 3 1/2 years. What are you looking forward to in the next 3 months? My birthday. Have you ever gone frog hunting? No. Who’s the last person to seriously hurt you? Mom. Do you like getting dirty? NO. Are you a very flirty person? No. Who was your favorite babysitter? "Uncle" Donny. Do you swear? I think I make that pretty obvious. Are you gullible? Not usually. What is the last dream you remember? (describe) A nightmare with Dad that I don't really remember the details of. What is something that you fear will happen to you in the future? (Also why) I'll develop Alzheimer's. "Why" is obvious. Thankfully, it doesn't run in my family at all. Describe the best day that you can remember? First day at Sara's. Describe your worst day? The night of the breakup. What are some of your favorite songs right now? The SYN remix of Slipknot's "Psychosocial," "Incense and Iron" by Powerwolf, the "Closer" cover by Asking Alexandria, "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment... I really have a lot rn. Do you ever have reoccurring nightmares? Describe? I've had four nightmares with my dad, all with horrible themes. I guess you could call that "reoccurring." Name a fictional place you would like to go? Take. Me. To. Azeroth bitch. Stormheim in specific, or Feralas. What criminal (dead or alive) would you like to sit down and talk to and why? None. If you read books, what are you reading now? I'm very, very slowly reading The Fault in Our Stars. Do you think that forgiveness is mandatory to move on from something? No. I still don't know if I forgive Jason, yet I'm over it. Do you believe in the death penalty? In extreme cases, yup. Some people have no right to life following some crimes. What is something you want to do but are scared of actually doing it? Ride a rollercoaster. Name three things you would buy if you had the money to buy them? A PS4, drawing tablet, another tat. Are you in a relationship right now? If so, do you think it’s a healthy one? Definitely! (Follow up) If it’s unhealthy, what makes it that way? N/A Would you ever date someone long distance? I am now. Name a person that you can’t stand and tell us why? My former best friend for a plethora of reasons. What group do you hate the most on Tumblr and why? SJWs. I'll stay away from "why" because I have extremely strong feelings and don't wanna offend anyone. What is the meanest thing you have ever done to someone, and why? Messaged Jason before leaving for the ER, directly blaming him. I mean the cause was what he did, but like... you don't fucking contact someone telling them "hey I'm off to the ER because I'm suicidal because of you." I don't care what I feel about him now, that was fucked up. Have you ever sent anon hate to someone? Nope. If you could write a book, what would it be about? I actually think it'd be pretty cool to create some sorta novel series involving all the RP stories, like divide the books into each mob's story... If you could make one rule that everyone had to follow, what would it be? Don't exhibit violence. If you could star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be? ONE W/ TIM BURTON. In your opinion what is something horrible everyone should try once? ?????????????????????????????? What is the hardest lesson that you have ever learned? Someone can fall out of love with you. What mistake do you keep making over and over again? Jumping to conclusions. If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be? The moment Sara and I met. What is the most illegal thing you have ever done? Pirated a computer game I desperately wanted to play afsjjwoeuqowe I'm glad I don't have it anymore, that guilt. People in the past were buried with things that were important to them, what would you be buried with? The pebble from Holly Hill. What is something you are against, but find yourself doing anyway? Being sarcastic as hell when I'm mad. What was the last photo that you took? A leaf, I think. What are your favorite lyrics from a song? Probably "a bloody war behind my eyes; I'll come all right on the other side." Have you ever hit someone? Who and why? Nicole when we were little for making me mad over something I don't remember. What do you think they should teach in school that they don’t? Basic adult skills. What’s your favorite language? German. It sounds so powerful to me, especially in metal ajsfoawoejaw. What’s the most vivid dream you’ve ever had? I don't remember. Who’s your favorite celebrity? Korean Jesus. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Rebel's Market rip. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No, far from on my to-do list. I don't support them in the very least. How many tattoos do you have? Six. If you don't have any, have you ever thought of getting one? N/A When's the last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Like, '16 on a sandwich. Are you a good cook? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know how to pump your own gas? No. What do you think about the most? The future. What do you do most when you are bored? Watch YouTube. Which came first: the chicken or the egg? Chicken. What kind of books do you like to read? Fantasy. How far away from your birthplace do you live now? Like, <10 minutes. Ever been stung by a jelly fish? No. Could you cope with the paparazzi if you were famous? FUCK NO SOMEONE WOULD GET KNOCKED OUT. Do you wear foundation? Veeeeery rarely. Would you ever adopt? If I actually wanted kids, sure. Are you sexually active? No. Last person you sang happy birthday to? Sara. <3 Was the last jacket you wore yours? No. Last thing you won? Uhhhh good question. What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? A bit above the middle. Have you ever attended a religious or private school? Well, I went to Sunday school. How many cars does your household own? One. What's your favorite meat? Ummmm pork or chicken. What's the best amusement park you've ever visited? Well, Disney World. How old were you when you got your first car? I still don't have one lol. Do you know anyone who's gotten pregnant over the age of 40? I don't think so? Who does most of the grocery shopping in your home? Mom. Are you listening to music right now? If so, what's the theme of the lyrics? "Adrenalize" by In This Moment. Sex, like it seems most of their songs are about lmao. What movie/game/etc. helps you calm down? Shadow of the Colossus. What does your room smell like? Dog, probably. Do you like to organize? Not particularly. What song is your aesthetic? "She" by Dodie is so Soft and Good. Do you believe in auras? Maybe? Idk. What do you wish you hated, but actually like? Blood On The Dance Floor. I've never really looked into the concrete facts, but I know supposedly they've been sexually involved with those underage. I like a good number of their songs, though. Is there someone you have mixed feelings towards? I'm sure there's someone. Do you prefer space or the ocean? Spaaaaace. What form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.) Honestly? I don't know actually what they are and I don't care enough to research. What do you think our purpose is in the universe? Hell if I know. Is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it? "Stairway to Heaven." What ex do you miss the most, if you have one? I most miss who Jason was, not who he became at all. But it doesn't matter, I have someone way more important now. What is your favorite thing to learn about? Meerkats. What country’s history do you find the most interesting? Idk. What breakup was the hardest, if you had one? lol y'all know Do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend? Not anymore. Do you have any strange interests? RP. What is a topic you are uncomfortable with discussing with most people? Sex. What is something you dislike about the dating world? People don't seem to take love seriously. What gives you confidence? Feeling knowledgeable on the subject. Have you ever dated someone with very different sexual tastes than you? No. Well, not that I know of. I've only been sexual with one. Have you ever said anything you regretted while drunk? No. Has anyone ever been extremely jealous of you? Do you know why? Idk. What was the angriest your parents ever were at you? Dad, idk. Mom, probably when I said "fuck you." That was a night. Or when she tried to kick me out of the car for some argument I can't remember. What was the longest you stayed in your own home for? Weeks, I'm sure. Right now, what is your number one desire? Get a job. Do you feel as though someone ‘won’ in your last break up? No. Whatever happened to the first person you ever loved? I haven't spoke a word to him in almost two years, idk and idc really. Are you currently healthy? In some ways, but no in most. What is something most people are turned on by but you’re not? Extremely muscular men, like wrestlers. Has anyone in your life changed drastically (for better or worse) since you met them? How? Not that I can think of. What song reminds you of good times from high school? "All Signs Point to Lauderdale" by AD2R ironically lmao. Have you ever inherited something? What and from who? No. Who is the last baby that you held? Keegan. Do you know of any twins with rhyming names? No. Last time you saw fireworks? Long time ago. Do you have a black dog? Teddy has some black on him. Do you have a top price where ethics and morality are no longer an issue? No. Well, I guess it depends. What is the greatest physical challenge that you have accomplished? Losing ~60 lbs. Have you ever played naked Twister? No. If tattoos didn't hurt and you could get anything, what would it be? The #1 tat I want is dA's NukeRooster's painting "Denialism" (I got her permission), but I'm going to have to go to an extreme professional, and it's gonna be priiiiiiiceeeeeeey. Have you ever been ghosted before? No. Did you ever get caught watching porn? No, because I've never watched it. Were you ever the bully? No. What's the worst prank someone has ever done to you? Idk.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Island Princess » Shin Hoseok

- summary: can I request a prince wonho scenario where the reader is the long lost princess of the neighboring kingdom and w/ wpnho it’s love at first sight? words: 3870 category: fluff + angst author note: once again thx to marissa for helping me get started w this. also this is highkey inspired by barbie and the island princess bc i loved that movie so yeah enjoy

Wonho awoke to the feeling of slender fingers raking gently through his scalp. For a moment, he thought he was back at his castle, where his mother would sometimes wake him up by running her hands through his hair. That option deteriorated quickly when he tasted sand in the roof of his mouth.

That’s right, he thought, suddenly remembering what had happened.

He had been traveling, something he had been doing since he was a teenager. Exploring the world and its wonders had to be Wonho’s favorite activity. He even had his own ship: a small fishing boat with a crowded hold underneath for him to sleep in. All he used the boat for was transportation. Otherwise, he was on land, exploring whatever new continent he had decided to land on this time. In between his exploring, he often had to visit with the higher-ups and socialites of the land and discuss business. That was the deal he had made with his father: as long as he carried out his princely duties, he could explore.

Usually, there were no casualties. Somewhere between Aruba and St Lucia, however, there had been a storm. It was horrible, and Wonho hadn’t expected to live through it. He had been thrown overboard, and was unfortunately carried away from his boat. In fact, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure he had survived the storm.

It was possible he was on Heaven’s shores, and the comfort he was receiving came from an angel.

He suddenly retched, fully awake now as the action painfully strained his already dry throat. His eyes opened widely, stinging from the salt encrusted around the lids.

He was on all fours now, dry heaving and coughing up sand. The comforting hand had lowered to his back, patting him assuringly.

“There you go, pal,” spoke their voice.

Wonho looked up, and the first thing he wanted to ask was if you were, indeed, an angel. It wasn’t hard to imagine. Not when your eyes were bright and merry. Not when your smile seemed pure and innocent. You even wore a white dress, albeit tattered and dirty, over what looked like cotton trousers. “Are you an angel?”

You snorted, rather un-angel like in Wonho’s opinion. “No. I’m Y/n. Welcome to my island.”

Wonho sat up and squinted against the sun as he observed the small island. It looked rather empty, save the vast forest in the middle of it. Water surrounded all sides, and it made Wonho queasy to think of staying here long enough for the tide to draw in. “Did you see my boat? Do you know where it could be?”

You reached out a hand to calm his frantic figure struggling dizzily to get up. “Relax. Your boat came in before you did. I swam out and dropped the anchor. It showed up up on the other side of the island, you know. I can’t believe you drifted this far and actually managed to arrive on the shore. Unfortunately, it looks like your motor is broken or something.”

Wonho took in your words, counting himself lucky that he managed to stay alive. “Were you shipwrecked too?”

“Years and years ago. I must’ve been around five years old.”

“Oh, no,” Wonho groaned, bracing himself on all fours and struggling to control his breathing. “How am I going to get home?”

Fortunately for Wonho, you didn’t take his words offensively. Instead, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him up onto his feet. “There you go. We’ll get you to my hut. You can heal there.”

Wonho wasn’t sure what you meant by “heal”, until he felt a warm liquid ooze down his side. He looked down, “I’m bleeding.”

“I know. You must’ve hit some coral or something while you were floating around. I’ll patch you up nicely when we return home and make you some soup.”

“You have food here?”

“How else would I be alive?” you laughed, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Most people call me Wonho.”

“Well, Wonho, I’m glad you washed up on my shore. It gets pretty lonely here.”

“I can imagine.”

You set Wonho down on your makeshift bed and began rummaging around your small one-roomed home, searching for any healing balms you had made recently. Once you found the paste, you turned back towards Wonho, who was propped on his elbows, admiring your hut. “So it’s just you?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you replied, sitting beside him. He unbuttoned his shirt as you talked. “There was somebody else with me. A woman. She — I don’t know how to say this — she left when I was asleep one night. By the time I woke up to the commotion of the ship, it was already out of earshot. They couldn’t hear me.”

“How old were you then?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, spreading some balm over his wound. “Maybe eight years old?”

Wonho hissed, and you weren’t sure if the reaction was from your words or from the balm. “Eight? Why would she leave a child alone?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember much before the island. I don’t know if she was my mother, or a relative, or a kidnapper. I can never remember.”

You began to tear the thin sheet under Wonho’s form. Once you tore a strip long enough, you wrapped it around the man’s torso, tying it tightly in the front. “If this starts leaking or bleeding, let me know.”

“Thanks,” Wonho said, already in the process of buttoning his shirt back up. “If you want to leave, we can. Once it’s fixed, my boat will sail us back to my kingdom. You can stay with me until you get settled.”

You tensed at his words, feeling a strange sense of urgency that you couldn’t quite place. “Kingdom? Are you a prince?”

Why does the thought of a kingdom comfort me? your thoughts swirled around your head like an annoying gnat you couldn’t bat away.

“I am,” Wonho answered. “I won’t make you go if you don’t want to, obviously. Although, I don’t know why anyone would want to stay here by themselves.”

“You kind of get used to it,” you admitted. “Now, try to get some actual rest. Dinner will be ready when you wake up.”

“You never answered my question,” Wonho said, pulling your thin blanket over his body.

“That’s because I don’t have an answer yet.”

Wonho was much more beautiful to look at then the sea. While he was sleeping, you unknowingly stopped to watch him.

It had been a long time since you had seen another human in the flesh, so you weren’t sure if his beauty came from actual attration or just the fact that he’s the first boy you’ve seen in over a decade.

While he slept, his black hair fell over his face, matted down with sweat. He surely wasn’t used to the tropical climate you experienced every day. Your mind went to only a few hours ago, when you were running your fingers through his soft locks in the hope of comforting him. Now you wished you could do it again.

His skin looked beautiful too. You thought back to his toned abs and chest and felt warmth spread through your cheeks.

Unsure of how to wake him, you merely tapped him on the shoulder. “Wonho? You need to eat something.”

He stirred a bit, incoherent mumbles escaping his lips before he finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

You were taken back by his choice of words, unsure of what to say. You didn’t own a mirror. The closest thing you had to seeing yourself was the water’s reflection, which never worked. So you often wondered if you were pretty. “What color are my eyes?”

“What?” Wonho sat up, wincing slightly. “Your eyes? Y/e/c, why?”

“I just never knew, is all.” You shook your head to dismiss the subject, “It’s nothing. Um, I searched your boat and found your clothes and some blankets and pillows. Is it okay that I brought them here?”

“Of course,” Wonho replied. “It probably gets cold at night, doesn’t it?”

You laughed mirthlessly, “Yeah. Especially when the tide is in.”

Wonho suddenly glanced down your figure, his eyebrows furrowed. “Aren’t you cold now? Your clothes are wet.”

“Well, I had to swim to get to the boat. I took everything one at a time and wore a life jacket so I could hold them above the water while getting back to shore.”

“You didn’t need to do that!” Wonho said, exasperated. He stood up and grabbed his favorite blanket, a large wool one that he took everywhere with him. “Here, use this.” He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and held it closed at your front. “Next time let them get wet. We can just dry them.”

“Okay,” you said, unable to stop yourself from looking into the prince’s eyes.

He seemed mesmerized too, in his own way, and pulled you closer to him. “Y/e/c. They’re mesmerizing, you know. One day I’ll take you to a place with a mirror, and you’ll get to see just how pretty they are. How pretty you are.”

“I’m not sure I’d like that,” you admitted shakily, warm under Wonho’s gaze. “It’s kind of nice not knowing. It gives me confidence.”

“Oh no, darling,” Wonho insisted, dipping his head so that his nose bumped against yours, “You have to see. I dare say that with your looks, you must’ve been a princess in your past life.”

Your heart began to beat faster, but no longer because of Wonho’s sweet words or close hold. This was because of what he called you. It felt familiar, as if you had been called it before. “P–Princess?”

“Yeah,” Wonho pulled away and sat back down, ready to have his bandages checked. “You can be an island princess.”

As much as Wonho liked you (which was a lot) he wasn’t sure he could stand the island. It was the ultimate game of survival, he quickly learned. All you did day in and day out was rummage for food and cook it. After that, you had time to wash up and eat, but that was it. You had no time to do anything else. If you wanted to spend the day doing something else, you’d have to give up a meal.

Wonho was afraid of the storms as well. They were good, since they were the only way you received clean water, but they were loud. Wonho already hated storms, but sitting in the middle of one and just waiting for it to be over? Terrifying.

You didn’t seem afraid at all. In fact, it was like you couldn’t even hear the roar of the thunder above you, or the bright lightening that struck a bit too close to your hut for Wonho’s liking. He had to wonder if you even felt the very foundation of your hut shaking from the wind.

It was around midnight, and the two of you were sleeping on your makeshift cots, staring up at the bamboo ceiling and struggling to ignore the rainwater that seeped through the cracks.

You were asleep, Wonho was sure, but he couldn’t even close his eyes. He turned on his side and watched you, already feeling guilty for what he was about to do. “Y/n? Can you wake up?”

Your eyes opened quickly. “I’m already awake.”

“Oh. Well, can I tell you something?”

“What is it?”

“I’m afraid of storms. I feel like crying right now.”

You looked at him. “I used to be afraid too. Especially after I was left alone. The loud cracks of thunder terrified me and made me want to hide away. Unfortunately, you just get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it,” Wonho said, jumping once more as thunder clapped loudly overhead. “I want to go home, where it’s safe.”

“I know,” you whispered, “and to me, that’s scarier than the biggest storm.”

Wonho felt his heart break at your words. Even though it had only been about a week, he too had grown attached to you. The thought of leaving you made him upset. That’s why he couldn’t leave until you went with him. He wouldn’t leave you alone. He didn’t think he could.

Without another word, he lifted your arm and positioned himself under it, so that his head was rested on your chest. He wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you as close to you as he could. It was easy to be vulnerable in the dark, especially when the sound of thunder seemed to drown out any words uttered in moments of weakness.

“C'mon,” you coaxed Wonho. Goosebumps ran up your leg as you stepped into the cold waves of the morning. The wind blew your hair this way and that, often obstructing your view. You pulled Wonho along with you, his large hand wrapped around yours.

He sighed, and you knew it was because he could never say no to you.

It had been around a month (Wonho had been charting the days) since he washed up on shore. Since then, Wonho had gotten more used to the island life. After he fully healed, he spent day in and day out working on his motor. Fortunately, he had a toolbox and motor oil in his boat, as he always did. All he had to do was repair the motor and then convince you to come home with him.

You wanted him to rest for the day, so you convinced Wonho to help you search for crabs. They were something easy to make, since you could boil them. Wonho reluctantly agreed.

“It’s cold!” he yelled as you pulled him in. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Because we have to eat tonight!” you replied.

“The quicker I get that motor fixed, the quicker we both can get home and eat to our hearts content. Have you ever had some really nice seasoned chicken?”

“Not that I know of. Maybe when I was little.”

“It’s my favorite,” Wonho said, his smile growing. “The castle cook used to make it for me all the time back home.”

There was that word again, and that tug in your chest, making you long for something unknown. “Can you tell me more about the castle?”

Wonho’s entire face brightened. “Yeah! There are four kingdoms. I’m the prince of the Piscis Kingdom. We’re close to the sea, and our main businesses are seafood and boating. You’d love it there. Our castle is the smallest, but it’s filled with pretty fountains and cushioned sofas.”

“What about the other kingdoms?”

“Well there’s the Equus Kingdom. They pride themselves on their purebred horses. Then the Stellae Kingdom. They use the stars to dictate how they rule. It’s pretty risky, but it works for them.”

“The last one?” you urged him, hoping something might reenter your brain. “What’s the last kingdom called?”

Wonho frowned. “The Flos Kingdom? They are still having a grieving period, so we’ve been respectfully keeping our distance.”

“Why are they grieving?”

“Their daughter was taken years ago. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was nine, and my mother woke me up urgently. We traveled all the way to Flos, where all four kingdoms had come to search for the princess, who was no where to be found. We searched day and night but nothing came up…” Wonho looked up, recognition in his face, “How old did you say you were when you got shipwrecked.”

Tears were already streaming down your face. Feelings of relief, panic, and heartache filled you as you watched Wonho’s reaction. “That’s why I thought those terms sounded familiar. Castle, Kingdom, Prince… Wonho, I think I’m the lost princess.”

Wonho pulled you in his warm embrace, hoping to comfort you however he could. “But the princess’ name isn’t Y/n.”

“That’s what the woman called me. I guess she named me after we arrived.”

Wonho ran his hands down your arms. “Do you know what this means, Y/n?”

You smiled, feeling as if a crushing weight had just been lifted off of your shoulders. Years of wondering who you were and where your memories pieced in finally came together in your mind. “It means I’m going home.”

Wonho fixed up the motor as quickly as he could, only stopping for quick naps or meals inbetween.

Meanwhile, you struggled to pack up the things you wished to bring with you. As much as your island might’ve seemed like a prison, it was the only home you knew. It meant the world to you, and you weren’t sure you’d ever be okay with leaving it permanently.

Once your bags were packed and the motor was fixed, the two of you set off, watching your island get smaller and smaller. “I can come back, right?”

“Sure, you can,” Wonho comforted you. He interlocked his fingers with yours. “I don’t see why anyone wouldn’t let you.”

“What if my return makes the news and everyone wants to come visit the island I lived on? What if they turn it into a museum or something?”

Wonho squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Well you see, the great thing about it is that we don’t have to tell them anything about the island. I can say I found you in Aruba, at one of the inns I was staying at. We have the entire trip back to make up a story about how you bravely escaped your kidnapper and have been working to buy a boat and return to your kingdom this entire time.”

“So it can just be our little island?”

Wonho’s ears turned a slight shade of pink as you looked at him. “Yes,” he leaned down to peck your nose, causing you to giggle. “Our little island.”

You were shaking when you saw the docks. Your grip on the prince’s arm tightened. “Wonho? You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

“I won’t. We can just go see your parents and then you can choose whether you want to stay with them or go with me.”

“I want to go with you,” you replied instantly, burying your face into Wonho’s chest.

Wonho chuckled, sending a vibration down his chest. “At least meet them, Y/n. It would make it fair.”

“Okay,” you agreed nervously.

It was as if you and Wonho were attached at the hip, for you refused to let go of him as the two of you walked down the square. The place seemed familiar to you, but not enough to make you leave the only person you knew in the world.

“Would you like a strawberry tart, dear?” a plump lady asked from the side of the road, her vending cart filled with baked goods.

“N–No thanks,” you whispered, eyes wide at the arrangements of sweets. After living on seafood for over a decade, you wondered what a strawberry tart even tasted like.

You followed Wonho’s lead all the way to the palace gates, where your resolve began to crumble. “What if they don’t like me?” you asked. “What if they’re mean?”

Wonho turned to you, his gaze softening. “Y/n, look at me.”

You reluctantly lifted your eyes to meet his. He pressed his forehead against yours, allowing your breaths to mingle together before he answered, “Your parents are some of the nicest people I have ever met, and to this day they have never stopped searching for you. But if something feels off, or you’d just feel safer, you’re still welcome to stay with me. I won’t leave unless you tell me to.”

You nodded, “Thanks, Wonho.”

There you stood, hand in Wonho’s and eyes trapped on the couple in front of you. They were waiting for you to speak, but you didn’t know if you could.

The king looked regal. He looked like a man who had been through wars but still remained strong for his people. He looked like someone you could depend on.

The queen looked so beautiful. Everything about her seemed gentle and kind, especially her eyes. Her head was cocked to the side as she spoke, her voice like honey, “What is it, dear? What’s wrong?”

You broke then. Tears flooded your vision as you choked out, “It’s me. I’m your daughter.”

The queen immediately burst into tears, her hands cupping her mouth. “How? Where did you go? Did Prince Wonho find you?”

You nodded, eyes cutting to the king, who was struggling to hold in tears. “Wonho found me. I came back as soon as I remembered who I was.”

“My daughter,” the king spoke, choked up. His voice was rough and gravelly, but there was familiarity there, as if he had sung you lullabies when you were a child. He walked forward and outstretched his arms, “May I?”

You didn’t answer, but merely let go of Wonho’s hand and ran to your father. You soon felt your mother hugging you as well.

For awhile, it was just the three of you sobbing. Unsure of everything and not quite believing that the present was happening.

Your mother pulled back first, clearing her throat before she looked at Wonho. “How do we repay you for bringing her back to us?”

Wonho looked surprised at the notion, and his gaze drifted towards you. “Just give me a few minutes alone with her. That’s all I ask.”

The king and queen respected his request and left the room, signaling at a few servants to begin prepping a room for you.

Wonho grabbed both of your hands. “You’re staying, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I need to be with them. I have to learn more about them and who I was. I have to know who I’m supposed to be.”

Wonho smiled and looked upwards in an effort to hide the obvious pain in his eyes. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming. It’s good, you know, that you aren’t closing yourself off to people. It might be awkward at first, but I’m sure you’ll come to love them just as all the kingdoms do.”

“Don’t think you’ve gotten rid of me,” you said, a coy smile on your face. “I still have to try that seasoned chicken you talked so highly about.”

“Right,” Wonho laughed. “I’m just a carriage ride away, you know.”

“I know.” You paused. “I love you, Wonho. I hope you know that by doing this I’m not leaving you.”

Wonho cupped your face then, and pressed his lips onto yours eagerly and roughly, as if to show how much he needed your words to be true. “I love you too,” he breathed against your lips before kissing you again, as if sealing a promise.

When the two of you parted, he smiled bashfully. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, if we’re being honest.”

You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck casually. “If we’re telling the truth, I think you should know that you have an awesome body.”

“Stop, I’m blushing.”

“Good,” you teased, leaning in to kiss him once again.

»the end«

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