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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Please write more of Dove and Harry ? You’d earlier written in ne where she gets lost and Harry can’t find her…. Please some more like that. I really like reading protective Harry for his kids especially daughters!

HARRY HATES A CERATIN PINK BICYCLE BUT DOVE THINKS OTHERWISE :D

Harry has never been this stingy towards things. You don’t hold a beef with stuff round you, right? You hold beefs with actual hell of people who're mighty pests in the name of human being.

But, this. Oh damn this. Four wheeler little pink bicycle, that have sparkling pom-poms around it’s handles, a cute yellow basket corked to it's front and rainbow coloured cups hanging from the back of it’s seat that cackles whenever the wheels roll.

It’s the most obnoxious transporting vehicle, Harry had seen in his whole life. He's kind of grousing in the corner that why out of trillion of toys auntie Gemma had to prove herself the best aunt in the whole world alive and chose this hideous gaggingly pink bicycle.

It just doesn’t makes sense to gift it to a three years old! And when that three years old’s a headstrong little thing, with wilfulness of her daddy and the marbles of kitten in replacement of those eyes.

“Daddy we’ll ‘ve fun, promise!” Her ‘r' vanishes into a whistle since she’s still wary onto speaking huge words, babbling her daddy’s ears off with random shite doesn’t count.

Sometimes Harry thinks; that his 50 years old mum's prisoned and captured into a dainty body of three years old -- and his time has come to get bossed around and scolded for his own good sake.

His mommy in the guise of his little dove.

“How’s tha’ missy!?” Harry squints down at her with his hands fisted on his hips. His fake scowl breaks into a fluttery smile when dove with her grubby pudgy hands pushed the bicycle around, her boot clad feet stomping against the hardwood floor, “Like this daddy!” Her chest heaved from getting tired of pushing it around in circles.

“Y'gonna put y’old man to labour?” When she sees her dad’s strictness resolving into contemplating the idea she squeals out giggles making Harry flinch and cover his ears, He’s sure he’ll end up deaf in his fifties.

Harry feels his chest warm and gooey with fond when she jumps on her tippy toes and wraps herself around Harry’s calves.

“Kay, teddy bear enough of butterin’ dada up.” Harry grunted through his nose ducking down to scoop her up in his embrace and she instantly loops her arms around his neck, her button rosy nose twitching with happiness as she patted his cheek with a toothy grin.

Harry shook his head at her brains, his eyes closed and lips thinned while he tries to announce it to her in the most dramatic way.

“Why’re you the way you’re dovie? He sighs and her response doesn’t baffles him any, “’Cos you.” She whispers into his ear as if it’s the most secretive thing in the world getting his cheek and earlobe wet with her drool.

“Yeah, cos' ‘m your inventor. My bad.”

That’s how they ended up here in the living room since Harry’s still hesitant and scared to let her ride the bicycle outside.

She makes sweet and loud kissy noises dangling her feet in a rhythm messing the already bombed up curls of Harry while he puts protection pads around her knees, he leaned more onto his shins adjusting the strap of her helmet and pinched her chin to make her look at him.

“Hello baby –..,” He opened his mouth to give her instructions when she cut him off with a cute whiny huff and the fold of her arms round her small body, “Daddy ‘m no baby.” Harry rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and bats his lashes.

“F'me you’re.” He tuts with a coo and took her wrist gently to help her slide down the sofa before she could possibly terrorise him more, sometimes Harry has this aching urge to laugh at her statements but it’s not right to his lil bean so he does it when he’s alone to not to hurt her feelings.

She refused any kind of guidance from him with just a single gesture of her palm (he doesn't know how she manages to behave like a 30 at her 3) and he ended up helping her wiggle her bum up the seat anyhow, “Hmm. Y'already know the deal dovlin'.” He knocks on her pink helmet which has tiny cows on it.

She bobbed her head and puckered her lips, Harry being her best telepathic communicator gets the sign and forwards his cheek for her to kiss it.

“Love y'daddy.” Her affection for her dad muffling against his stubble and in droopy voice he mimics her with bright teasing eyes, “wuveee you daddy.”

“Back to work!” Harry commanded moving towards the end of cycle and squeezed her neck tenderly before pushing her around and giggles happily when she squealed out in utter thrill.

“Weeeeeeoiiii!!” Harry joins her putting aside the fact he was very against it moments ago, but the little fun does no harm, right? He did think so.

It has always happened to him in this particular order whenever the things gets into their happy track a downfall is always written for them, just like the time when dove got sick and wouldn’t get any better taking her to hospital got crucial only for them to come back to their family being there for them her grandma and auntie Gems were their to get her recover but she got sick again.

“Alone!” She grumbles trying to move Harry’s hands away but he grips it tighter, “’M big!” She complains feet reaching for the paddles that took a swing.

“Hands on handles!” Not in a mood for her to throw a tantrum after such exhilarating moment Harry dismissed her off with a bit of frown, “Hands on handles! Hands —--,” He shouts anxiously heartbeat racing painfully against his ribs and he feels time slowing down as he watches dove losing her balance – but – puffs out in relief when she thumps against the sofa.

“Shit!” He cries out when the cycle tumbles along dove and falls on her, the poor baby didn’t even got time to process what's happening before the metal basket hits her bottom lip and her elbow hard.

Harry’s fear reeling infront of him, deafening him for a moment.

Immediately, He throws it away from over her half assed about where it lands and bunched her in his arms protectively. Cradling his sweet baby’s face in his palm and his eyes watered up at the bleeding lip and more abrasions on her elbow.

He sucks in a whimper when she tries even not to sniffle being a brave girl for her dad and goes to wipe his tears with her trembling lil hands, “It’s otay daddy.” Harry hiccups into her wrist smacking kisses upon kisses into her palm.

“’M sorry me lil dovlin'.” He sulked wiping his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed her forehead.

It physically pains him to see his Dovie hurt, it makes him sad till long hours.

Call him sensitive but with Dove he’ll never able to hold his tears back, she pulls onto his heart strings the most agonisingly, she comes before anyone else and her safety too.

“No cry.” She pushed him away and pouted leaning to peck his lips and Harry giggles when she wipes the subtle blood stain she got on his mouth with a sheepish smile, “Lets fix your boo boos honey pot.” Harry gave her a weepy smile and pet her head taking them to his room.

He’s really surprised and well very proud that she was so brave for him, in times like these Harry realises if nobody got him his daughter’s gonna be there for him always.

“’M really reallyyyy proud of you sweet pea.” After putting Dove's favourite rapunzel bandages on her gashes Harry showers her in kisses that are loud and exaggerated but full of pride and love for her, making sure to do ‘mwah!’ at each one.

Harry made her chicken nuggies and let her drink orange juice (even though it gives her an achy throat) she’s such a good little briber.

She’s all snuggled in his bed, her face hidden in his chest out of shyness as Anne asks about her accident with a sad pouty smile.

“You gotta be careful next time okay sweetie?” Anne told her. Harry groans when her head perked up with gleam in her eyes, “There’s no next time!” He quips making his point clear.

“Gran’ma you wan’ see?” She blubbers excitedly crawling out from under the covers but carefully Harry catches her ankle and tugs her back towards him which causes the phone to fall from her hands onto the floor.

The clumsy cutie.

“Oh Grandma, you otay????” Her curly head pops from over the mattress and the room fills with laughter at her innocence and dumbness, she's just three, you prick.

“My silly little bear.” Harry’s laugh fades into giggles while he settles her bum on his chest and cuddles her tightly into his neck despite of her whiny protests and squiggles to let her free.

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makbarnes · 3 years

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Chapter 4: You'll always be safe with me

Chapter Summary: After a rough night Lee treats you with sweetness on this Saturday.

Word Count: 2.5K (near)

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Your eyes darted all around as you searched for Lee. With every minute that passed your heartbeat picked up and you clutched your blanket tighter. Your hand shook as you tempted yourself to open the door but decided against it. Tears pricked your eyes as you waited in the seat and tried to calm yourself. You wiped away the tears that clouded your vision and sniffled up the snot that began dripping from your nose.

“Please be okay, Please be okay.” Your mouth was buried in the fur of the kitten stuffy and you hid your face in the white fur. Your fingers played with the ribbon around its neck and tucked your knees into your chest. You kept your eyes trained on a spot in the treeline, as your nerves got the best of you and you picked at your exposed skin at your wrist. You whimpered with every pick from your nails and you tried to keep yourself calm and not continue it. It felt like hours as you waited for Lee to come back and hoped you wouldn’t be out there all alone. After your tears were dry and your wrist had blood rising to the skin you felt a rush of relief come over you as Lee came back and leaned against the car. You quickly unlocked your door and jumped into his arms. Lee hugged you tightly as he caught his breath against the car, Lee wiped the streaks of tears away and kissed your forehead roughly. You tucked your face against him as he picked you up and put you in the car. He kept you snuggled up against him as he rubbed your back slightly as he waited for his deputies to come back to their cars. He knew they were all okay and he also knew that you must have heard the shot from Carl’s gun after one of the idiots dropped it. He wrote down his information he had on the case and rushed back to the car as fast as he could. He felt guilt rile his gut as he saw a glimpse of red on your wrist, picking it up he sighed heavily and you avoided his eyes.

“Oh Kitten...what’d you do?”

“Nofhing.”

“Are ya lyin’ to me? I’m not mad Kitten, Just tell me what happened.”

“I was scared and worried and I didn’t mean to. I just started and couldn’t stop. I’m sorry.” Your tears stained his shirt as he ran his thumb over your worn skin and just held you.

“Kitten I’m so sorry. My dumbass deputy picked up his gun and dropped it. The damn thing went off and I had to write everythin’ down so I could file a report when I got back. I was hoping you had gone to sleep.” Lee adjusted you to cuddle into his side before he started the car and sped to the station. Your whimpers had subsided and you had easily fallen asleep from the lack of adrenaline. Lee smiled and kicked open his door as he lifted you into his arms, your arms lazily held your kitten. He walked into the office and settled you on the couch before ripping his notepad from his pocket and quickly dialing his sister’s number. He sighed as he watched your sleeping figure on his couch and cleared his throat when he heard the line click.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Sandy, It’s Lee. Carl’s been found dead. I need to talk to you.”

“Fuck off Lee.”

“Sandy! Now listen to me. Carl’s dead with his own gun and you know somethin’. Meet me at the station tomorrow or I’ll have a warrant on your ass.”

“Whatever big brother. I gotta trip to Virginia planned out” Sandy slammed the phone down and Lee rolled his eyes as he sat down in his chair and filled out a report. He left Sandy’s name off as next of kin to hopefully give her enough time to get her story straight. Lee felt in his gut that something wasn’t adding up.Glancing at his bottom drawer and watching your steady breathing before leaning down and sliding open the cabinet. He picked up the glass bottle and set it gently on his desk. He glared at the bottle and back at you, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth he set the bottle back down in the cabinet and walked over to you. Lee gently picked up your head from the couch and moved to sit under your head. He ran his fingers through your hair as you snuggled in his lap.

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You rubbed your eyes softly as they fluttered open to see Lee’s feet resting on his small coffee table, his relaxed hand was laying over your waist and he was asleep as he leaned on his hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. You sat up and yawned into your hand before nudging Lee’s shoulder.

“Lee? Lee?” You shook his shoulder lightly as he jolted awake to see you sitting up next to him and the sun just starting to rise out of his window.

“Hey Kitten. Awake already?”

“I just missed you too much.” You scooted closer to him and he instantly pulled you onto his lap. Lee checked his watch and his eyes shined up at you and a smile grew over his lips.

“I have an idea. You get changed ‘M gonna pack up your things.” Lee kissed your cheek as you happily moved off of him and he grabbed the file he had left on his desk and laid it out on his assistant desk for Monday. Carl can wait, nobody gave a shit about him anyway. You changed in the station’s bathroom while Lee packed up your things and he hung up his uniform in his small closet. He pulled a yellow flannel over his white tank top he kept on under his uniform. He slipped on his extra pair of brown slacks before turning his head to see you walk in wearing an ice pink babydoll dress. Your hair was tied up behind you with a matching ribbon and you kept your eyes from Lee. He tucked his arm around you and guided you out to his patrol car, opening the door for you. He slid in next to you behind the white wheel and smiled as he took off down the street. You watched him take a few turns before pulling into a gravel covered area and guiding you out. Lee opened his trunk and wrapped a blanket around his arm as his fingers laced with your own.

“Where are we?”

“Watching the sunrise Darlin’. It’s Saturday. Thought we could do this and then take you home, breakfast, spend the day together.” Lee smiled as he stopped you and laid the blanket out in the grass. You settled down against the blanket and pulled Lee down next to you, He gave you a chaste kiss before slipping your pacifier into your mouth. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the pinkish clouds and bright orange sun coming over the edge of the world. Lee fiddled with the bottom of your dress and a blush came over your features as his fingers traced over your skin. You adjusted yourself closer against him and shivered a bit as you felt the heat coming off of him. “Cold baby?” You nodded your head without an answer and he moved to hover over you. “Bet I can warm you up.” Lee winked as he pressed his fingers against your hot core and smirked up at you. “Bad girl, no panties?” Lee reached up and slowly slipped the paci out of your mouth.

“You didn’t pack any.”

“Caught me.” He trailed his nose over your legs as he pressed sweet and soft kisses to your skin. You took the opportunity to move onto his lap and press yourself against him. You linked your fingers together behind his neck and moved just enough for him to slip his pants down a bit. You chewed under his ear as his hand came around to hold your balance.

“D-daddy!”

“I got ya, Doll.” Lee easily moved you to lay back against the blanket again. He hiked up your skirt in his hand and pulled it to the side. You wrapped one leg around his waist, giving him a better angle. “Shit. You’re so perfect.” You flooded your ears with compliments and teases as he slowed the pace down to have you begging under him. You whined as he smacked our hand away from your clit, for going too fast. Lee pulled himself out of you far enough to earn a whine and have you pull him back against you. “I think we can let me play this time.” You nodded your head and arched up to him as his hot breath fanned over your nipples. Grinding against his hips as he teased them with his mouth you tilted your head back a bit just enough to see the orange fading and it becoming morning. You laughed when Lee moved you onto your stomach and hiked your ass into the air. You made no effort to muffle your moans as he surprised you with a bone jarring pace. He had a hold on your hips and his other arm wrapped around toying with your needy clit. You tensed as you held back your impending orgasm, Lee ran a hand up your spine before holding your neck and pulling you up to rest on your knees. As you leaned your head back against his shoulder he dropped his hand to cup your breast.

“P-please.”

“Go ahead Kitten.” Lee bit into your neck as you let yourself fall from your climax and almost lose balance. Lee lowered you back to rest on your hands as he pounded into you through your finish. “Such a good girl.” You heard him grit through his teeth as he spent himself inside of you. Lee gave your ass a playful bite before kissing up your spine and helping you relax against him. You hummed happily as the sun had the sky resting at a natural blue with yellow glowing through the small amount of clouds. Lee rested his head on your chest before hearing your stomach growl lightly. He let you sit until you started kissing him again and he pulled you to the car to leave.

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Later that day Lee had gotten you home and the breakfast had grown cold after you lured him to the shower. You laid against him, resting on the sofa, your eyes closed softly as Lee pet down your back.

"Hearing a knock at your door he adjusted for you to relax against the couch and peeked out of the chain he locked.

"Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same. Where is she?"

"I can say, I don't know who you are talkin about but you better brush off the attitude." Lee puffed his chest a bit before opening your door slightly to show his badge.

"I see her on the couch."

"You don't see anything. Leave."

"Why don’t you make me Sheriff?" The man laughed a bit before he heard the door slamming and he was pinned against the brick wall behind him. Lee spat towards his feet before bringing himself inches from the other mans face.

"Leave or I’ll have you smilin on the side of a milk carton."

"L-lee?" You rubbed your eyes as the door opened and your eyes locked with your ex boyfriends. "Why are you here Dalton?"

"Your Brother told me where to find you. Come back home. Don't be with this dick."

"No. Lee come back inside."

"Close the door Sweets. I'll be back inside in a few."

"He's not worth the trouble Sheriff." You leaned against your doorway with a glare hooked onto your target. Lee’s shoulders attempted to soften as you spoke but he fought the urge.

"Don't let there be a next time." Lee pushed him against the brick before moving you back inside and watching him leave through the peephole.

"Sorry, Ill handle my brother."

"Not much of a brother if he gave that ass your location."

"Siblings." You shrugged your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his front.

"Tell me about it." He sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You have a sibling?”

“She’s not good for much but she’s family.” Lee rubbed your arm as you snuggled into his side.

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Later on as you ate in Lee’s lap with a smile you felt a weird tinge of pain in your stomach and quickly moved off of Lee’s lap.

“What’s wrong Sugar?”

"Nothing, I just uhm, have to go to the bathroom." You stated blankly before walking to your bathroom. You sucked in a deep breath as you pushed your hair back. Splashing some cold water on your face you felt panicked and you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to ride this out without Lee finding out. It made no sense, your body would always try to shut down hours after you saw your ex. Call it a late fight or flight response. You held your head down to your knees. "You are safe. You are safe. Safe. I am safe." You raked your nails down your arms and paused when you heard a small knock.

"You okay Kitten?" You cleared your throat before stuttering out a yes. You heard a sigh and footsteps clicking away from the door. Biting hard on your bottom lip you steadily opened the door and headed back to the kitchen. You grabbed a small throw blanket to wrap over your arms before sitting down next to Lee.

"Baby, Look at me." He guided your chin to face him and pouted at your tear stained eyes. "Why're cryin?"

"It’s nothing Lee."

"Hey, don't shut me out."

"I don't want to talk about it. Please." Your voice was lower and he could easily tell your switch. He kept his eyes down a bit as you sat in silence for a few moments. You glanced at him a few times before feeling guilty and tears flooded your eyes again. You sniffled against the blanket you had tucked in your hand while you pushed your plate away from yourself. "Lee?"

"Yeah Kitten?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you Sweets?"

"Cause I didn't wanna talk about my problem." Lee turned to cup your cheek and bring your forehead to rest against his own.

"You'll talk when you're ready. Don't ever let anyone force you into talking to them."

"I had a mini anxiety attack in the bathroom due to the visit from Dalton."

"Princess, you shouldn't worry about him."

"I know. I wish I could just rewrite over the memories."

"I have a few ideas of how I can do that."

"Lee, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Wanna at least try?” Lee stood up and offered you his hands before leading you to stand by your window. “C’mere.” Lee led you out to your small fire escape and hand you stand facing out as he kept your body still against him. “Take a deep breath...I’ll do it with you.” You smiled when you felt him suck in a large breath and you followed. You closed your eyes and hummed as he kissed your neck. “On three, let it go.” You nodded your head. As Lee began to count. 1. Unknowingly to yourself Lee had a different idea and he was determined to distract you from the problem. 2. Lee held your sides gently as he brought himself closer to your ear. 3. You pushed back against him as he started tickling your sides and you both tumbled inside of the small window.

“Lee!”

“Got ya to laugh. That’s all I needed.” He helped you up to your feet and twirled you once in the room. “Now about this brother… Need me to arrest him?”

“I don’t think you could arrest the new town treasure.”

“Plant some over shore accounts?”

“I will handle it.”

“Such a big girl.” He pinched your cheek playfully as you led him to the kitchen to clean up from dinner. “Clean Law man.”

“Yes Ma’am.” You kissed his cheek as you walked into your room to call home.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Lost and Found (Thirteen)

Tony’s Birthday Party!

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The night of Tony’s birthday party, the Malibu house was lit from the inside out, the doors and walls opened up to make room for the DJ and the dance floor, the walk out balconies and pool patio swirling under colorful projectors, and the driveway lined with lanterns and spotlights. Cars were already jamming up the neighborhood roads as drivers with backseats full of party goers waited their turn to drop off clients at the front doors, and around back the last of the delivery vans had finally finished unloading cases of overpriced alcohol and celebratory champagne for Tony’s birthday toast.

The music was thumping, the lights pulsing, the carefully planned and outrageously priced decorations already in danger of being ruined by a too tipsy stumble or general drunken shenanigans and everybody was hyped to spend the night celebrating the birthday boy…

...except the birthday boy himself.

Despite the lights pouring in from the rest of the house, Tony’s bedroom was still mostly dark. He’d opened the windows to try and breathe the cool night air, but outside already smelled like overly expensive cologne and nearly smothering perfume. The ocean was right there, right at the bottom of the cliffs, but the crash of waves was muffled beneath the sound of the party. The stars were most likely bright, but the spotlights from the driveway reflected past Tony’s window and overshadowed them with a wash of color and the full moon stayed hidden behind a passing cloud.

Tony sat slumped in his favorite chair swirling ice around a glass of nearly empty soda, suit jacket carelessly open and tie still somewhere on the bed, eyes blank and jaw tense as Natalie moved silently around his room picking out cuff links, a watch, and a compact of make up to hide the worst of Tony’s Monaco bruises.

It was supposed to be Pepper helping him tonight, Pepper who had always carefully coordinated his outfits so his socks matched the pocket square and the pin-striping on his shirt and the cuff links she had made for each birthday. It was supposed to be Pepper reminding him to behave for the love of God and no Tony, you don’t need a speedo under tear away pants, you are a billionaire not a Chippendales dancer. Pepper who was supposed to click her tongue and fix his tie but instead it was Natalie with her barely there smiles and enigmatic eyes and unnerving ability to look right through him.

“You don’t seem particularly excited for your birthday.” Natalie perched on the arm of Tony’s chair and tilted his chin up to dab concealer at his brow line. “Something on your mind?”

“I feel like you know the answer to that question already.” Tony grimaced when she probed at a particularly tender spot. “Since you seem to know everything else, including a dead language, how to put Happy on his ass, and the exact moment I’m having a melt down.”

He raised an eyebrow challengingly but Natalie only hmmm’d and kept cleaning him up, so Tony finally blew out a breath and admitted, “I don’t know anyone down there. Two hundred people at my house tonight and other than Pepper and Rhodey I wouldn’t be able to pick any of them out of a line up. It’s not so much intimidating as it is sorta depressing. House full of strangers.”

“Not uncommon for someone as famous as you.” Natalie countered, and pushed back a lock of Tony’s hair to get to his forehead. “An event like this is attended by either good-time acquaintances who don’t mean anything to any of us, or full of schemers and plan-makers looking for a chink in our armor and a weakness in our psyche. Which would you rather it be?”

“Would it be so much to ask that it’s full of friends?”

“Do you have any friends, Stark?”

“Touche.” Tony caught the almost fleeting flinch of apology on the redhead’s implacable expression, and waved it off. “Don’t worry. Not the worst thing that’s been said about me. Sorry you’ve been relegated to babysitting duty, by the way. This can’t be fun for you.”

“Is that what this is?” Natalie snapped the compact shut and put it back on the dresser. “Babysitting duty? Ms. Potts told me to simply assist you with whatever you needed to be ready for your birthday party.”

“Yeah.” Tony scratched at his chin idly. “That’s Pepper-speak for ‘you’re on babysitting duty’.”

“Do you usually require a babysitter at your own birthday party?” Natalie held up two watches, and Tony pointed towards the one he wanted. “I would say you’ve been remarkably self restrained this evening considering there’s several thousand dollars worth of alcohol downstairs.”

“I don’t drink as much as I used to.” Tony swirled his soda glass again. “Also, last year I gave a lap dance to the British Ambassador’s wife and nearly started an international incident, which is probably why Pepper left any dignitaries off the list this year and why I’ve decided to leave the hard alcohol to everyone else.”

Natalie visibly tried to smother a smile, but it escaped as a smirk anyway. “Well, if that’s the case, I prefer the term nanny. It pays much more than babysitter.”

“Oh, is Pepper not paying you enough?” Tony waved off Natalie’s help and fastened the watch around his wrist. “Cos I can talk to her about that. I know she’s the CEO but I feel like I still have some influence on Stark Industry things. It’s my name on the building after all.”

“I saw your paycheck last week.” Natalie held up Tony’s jacket and he stood to shrug into it. “You are officially the mechanic of Stark Industries and I don’t think mechanics have any say in CEO dealings.”

“The mechanic.” Tony smiled a little. “I’m okay with that.

The jacket fit looser than it had only a few months ago when Pepper had it made, the waist at the pants a little baggy instead of perfectly tailored so Tony went to find a belt. “Natalie?”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed when she saw the belt, narrowed further when she saw how tight Tony had to cinch it. “What else can I do for you, Mr. Stark?”

“You could call me Tony, for one.” Tony smoothed his shirt down and wet his lips anxiously, chest tightening in near grief as he thought about all the last things he’d been checking off his list lately. “If uh-- if this was your last birthday, what would you do?”

“My last birthday?”

“Okay not-- not your last birthday. Maybe that was a bad example,” Tony glanced over Natalie’s shoulder when the door opened and James peeked his head around. “If you wanted to make this birthday extra special or extra memorable. What would you do?”

“Oh.” Natalie’s smile almost seemed sad as she brushed the lint from Tony’s lapel. “Well if I wanted an extra memorable birthday, I’d simply do whatever I want, with whoever I wanted and not care what anyone thought about it.”

“Have anybody particularly in mind?” Tony swallowed when James stepped all the way into the room, damn near breath taking in his custom fit dark blue suit, silver fingers gleaming out from beneath the tailored cuffs. “For that memorable birthday?”

“Someone I can never have.” It was a startlingly vulnerable admission from the usually unreadable woman, Natalie’s lips curving up even as her eyes dimmed in sadness. “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t celebrate my birthday anyway. Far too busy dodging whip wielding maniacs in exotic locations while trying not to snap a high heel with my new employer.”

Tony finally looked back at Natalie, cocking his head curiously. “You don’t seem the type to worry about snapped high heels. In fact, you seem like the type to break them on purpose and use the pieces as a weapon.”

“Well you don’t seem the type to make small talk with a secretary when there is someone far more interesting waiting to speak with you.” she countered smoothly, then stepped away and clasped her hands. “Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”

“...that will be all, Ms. Rushman.”

Natalie excused herself quietly, and even though Tony frowned when he saw her give James a wide wide berth at the door, the frown immediately softened and disappeared when James pushed the door mostly closed and crossed the room to lay a sweet kiss on Tony’s lips.

“Hey.” James’s smile was just a tiny bit goofy when he pulled away. “Happy birthday Tony.”

“Yeah.” Tony cleared his throat and offered the soldier an almost equally goofy smile. “Happy birthday to me. Wow.”

“Wow, y’self.” James drawled, looking Tony over with an appreciative light in his pale eyes. “You look beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Tony repeated skeptically, but James didn’t miss a beat, brushing his knuckles lightly just lightly over Tony’s cheek and nodding.

“Beautiful. Sure do like you in a suit.” Then with a flash of devilish, “Sure do like ya out of a suit, too.”

“I gotta say, I’m a big fan of the way you get all--” Tony made a motion over James as he turned to the bar to refill his drink. “--flirty and Brooklyn sometimes. Big fan and I hope it goes on all night long. But before we get into that--”

“--that?”

“--anything about flirting.” Tony corrected with a faint blush, and James’s heart skipped a beat or two seeing the flush of pink. Fuckin’ beautiful. “Before we get into that or into the birthday party or anything, I think we should talk about what happened at Secretary Pierce’s party.”

James stiffened almost imperceptibly, shoulders straightening and jaw setting, but he shook it off and tried to relax again even though the touch of drawl was gone from his words when he replied, “It’s fine, Tony. We don’t need to talk about it.”

“We do.” Tony corrected-- or started to correct, but it caught in his throat when he saw the blood toxicity monitor still at the bar, the screen thankfully blank but it’s presence alone enough to make his stomach twist. “We uh-- shit. No, we do need to talk about it because--”

Just put it away, it’s just a monitor. Just a number. It’s my birthday, I should just put it away and think about different things like how good James looks in that color.

Keep it together, Stark.

“--because I’ve been pretty MIA lately and I don’t want you to think I didn’t notice what he was doing to you.” Tony swept the monitor off the counter and back behind the bar for later. He could find it later. “Pierce was being a prick and I don’t know why but don’t ah-- don’t think I haven’t been around the last couple days because I was mad or anything.”

Yuck, Tony didn’t really like apologizing for anything and especially not for being too busy for the normal relationship bullshit, but this wasn’t really a normal relationship-- if it could be called a relationship at all-- and maybe if he had started apologizing for things like going incommunicado before right now, karma wouldn’t have deemed it necessary to strike him down via poisoning and his mind slowly failing him and--

--keep it together, Stark.

“I missed you.” Tony said instead of everything else, and that was definitely more honest than he meant to be but it was worth it because James’s relieved smile stretched from ear to ear. “And I’m sorry about movie night last night. I know we were supposed to hang out but I went to bed early. Sorry.”

“I missed you too, was weird not to see you after seeing you so much--” pointedly, and Tony flushed again. “--th’last few days.” James took the soda Tony handed him, glad the conversation had steered away from Pierce and the way the man had made the uncomfortable crawl up James’s spine and clamor at the back of his head. “You did make it to movie night by the way, you were just so tired after meeting with Colonel Rhodes you fell asleep before the openin’ credits finished.”

“I woke up in bed.” Tony pointed out, and James admitted, “Cos I carried you in here. You were all tuckered out.”

“Tuckered out.” Tony repeated with a chuckle. “Oh man, I love that. Well, thank you.”

“Ain’t no thing, Tony.” There was the Brooklyn again, easy and smooth and feeling natural the more often it slipped into James’s speech. It had been happening a lot lately around Tony-- easier words and looser laughter and a nearly foreign urge to be gentle, a long buried want to be sweet and maybe even tender. Tony made James want to be tender and that wasn’t a word James had thought he knew a few weeks ago.

Gentle and tender which only made the knowledge and instincts about killing and murder and cold, purposeful mayhem all the worse.

But James didn’t want to think about all that right now because right now Tony was coming back towards him and holding up a set of cuff links for James’s shirt, mentioning how he thought they would look nice and laughing about how James couldn’t be the only person at the party with cuff links. Tony was laughing and talking and faking it, changing the subject from Pierce or whatever had gone on in the closed door meetings with Colonel Rhodes and Pepper that led to him being so exhausted. Faking it and not quite lying but coming close enough that it hurt James’s heart just a little bit.

Tony shouldn’t be faking anything when it was just them, when they’d already been vulnerable and danced together and everything else together and held hands in public leaving the party the other day.

Tony shouldn’t be faking anything, even if James loved his smile and the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners with a grin and how pretty Tony’s mouth was.

He makes me tender.

Tony was stressed despite the smile, stressed despite the crinkles, stressed despite how gorgeous red his mouth was in the lamplight. Whatever Colonel Rhodes had been yelling about from behind the lab doors was stressing Tony out. Whatever reason Pepper had for leaving a boardroom discussion in tears was stressing Tony out. The growing noise from the party downstairs and the constant honking from the still-coming line of cars in the drive was stressing Tony out and James hated it.

Fuck, he makes me tender.

“What if we just don’t do this, sweet thing.” James stilled Tony’s hand at his wrist because it was the fourth time the link had slipped and Tony was starting to look frustrated. “No cuff links, no fancy clothes. No party.”

"There’s two hundred people downstairs.” Tony closed his eyes for a minute to concentrate, then tried the cuff links again. “Enough alcohol to get the whole of New Jersey absolutely sloshed. I ordered caviar, and by me, I mean Pepper and by caviar I mean so many fancy foods, Pepper would actually kill me dead if I cancelled the party and she lost all that money.”

“Tony.”

“Besides, this is a big deal. Big blow out for my birthday? It’s the tabloid event of the year, the women wear all sorts of crazy dresses they got from insane designers and set the summer fashion line based on whatever they are still wearing by the end of the night. Business deals are struck and I’m pretty sure a few pregnancies happen and I-- I can’t cancel it.”

Tony was rambling now, voice shaking and head shaking as he kept going. “I can’t cancel it. It will be fun, we just have to get in the mood is all. I know it might be hard on you getting pushed into this sort of thing but hey, it’s like Monaco without the villain. Better food, better drink, no bad guys. It will be fun. I promise.”

Tony was faking it again, almost lying again. Stressed and slipping, rambling and unable to concentrate and James shuffled closer so he was looming over Tony, non threatening but wholly protective and not going to be ignored.

“Tony.” he lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Tony, what if we just don’t? You don’t want to be here anyway, I can see it in your eyes, same way you didn’t want to be at Pierce’s party or in the crowd at Monaco. So maybe don’t cancel the party but what if you and me just leave?”

“Just leave?” Tony’s throat jerked as he swallowed. “Seriously?”

“We could slip out the back door.” James offered. “That feels like somethin’ I used to do-- shirk responsibilities and get lost doin’ other things instead, maybe ditching school or church and playing a prank. Bet I’m good at disappearing without anyone noticing, so let’s just go.”

“Kiddo James was a trouble maker, huh?” Tony finally smiled a tiny bit. “Well, where would we go?”

“Don’t think it matters.” James reached for Tony’s hand and wound their fingers together, squeezing lightly. “Let’s get lost for a little bit, you and me.”

“Lost.” Tony looked down at their hands, then out the window where the waves were lapping silver against the beach. “Yeah, I could be okay with lost.”

******************

It was sort of embarrassingly easy to steal a few trays of food from the party and a couple bottles of wine. It certainly said something about the assembled guests if they didn’t notice the birthday boy and a massive, silver armed soldier sneaking around the edges of the room and making off with piles of food and alcohol, something about how they had only come for the prestige and photo opportunities rather than to celebrate Tony himself.

But tonight both Tony and James were glad for the anonymity, Tony relieved to escape the crowd without being accosted by well wishing strangers, James relieved to hold onto Tony’s hand as they hurried down the back stairs and towards the sandy stretch.

The party had really kicked off by now, the DJ turning the music up and the shouts carrying down from the house and into the night air, but Tony tucked the drinks beneath one arm and held onto James with the other to pick his way across the uneven ground to a tucked away area sheltered from the worst of the noise by a rocky outcropping. It was sandy and soft, big enough to stretch out but close enough to dip their toes in the water and Tony balanced the bottles on a couple flat rocks while James spread the food out around on the other side.

Down here the music and noise got lost in the sound of the waves, the party lights finally fading as the last of the clouds drifted away from the moon and when all they could hear was wind, Tony finally exhaled a sigh of relief and let the tension bleed out from his shoulders.

“...this was a good idea.”

Pants were rolled up to calves, expensive jackets shucked, cuff links and ties balled up in the sleeves so they wouldn’t get lost. Bare toes met cool sand and when Tony opened the wine and offered the first drink to James, the soldier tipped it back and took a long swallow straight from the bottle, then grinned a crooked, “Happy birthday, Tony.”

“Happy birthday to me.” Tony took the bottle back and drank deep from it as well, wiped his mouth and turned to say--

--nothing, cos James met him halfway in a sweet, slow kiss that was somehow infinitely more exciting than the pile of presents waiting upstairs.

“Yeah.” Tony licked his lips and grinned. “Happy birthday to me.”

The caviar was delicious even though James choked on the first bite when Tony mentioned how much it cost. Maple caramelized figs with topped with bacon had them licking their fingers and Tony split his sides laughing when James tried an oyster and declared it ‘went down like a giant booger’.

“I don’t want to know how you know what a giant booger tastes like.” Tony informed the soldier, and tossed away the first bottle of wine to open a second. “Please don’t ever say that again.”

“Don’t try and feed me it, then.” James retorted suspiciously, and pushed the oysters off to the side to eat more of the deviled eggs instead.

The trays of snacks emptied quickly as they traded bites back and forth, tossed lighter pieces in the air and tried to catch them, started and finished another bottle of wine that didn’t seem to affect James at all but turned Tony into a rumpled, giggled adorable mess.

It was easy and it was relaxed, much better than the party upstairs and despite the lack of noise or party goers, much more fun than the planned event ever could have been. When the teasing conversation comfortably waned, James and Tony just listened to the faint music and the louder crash of the waves, each lost in their own thoughts, each acutely aware of the man next to him, each wholly comfortable being lost so long as the had each other for company.

Easy.

Tony broke the silence first, crumbling an avocado toast wedge between his fingers and mentioning, “My Mama never liked Alexander Pierce. She always complained about needing an extra long shower to wash the oil away whenever he’d come over for dinner. Said he was slimy.”

“Ma’s always know best.” A flash of someone warm filtered through James’s mind, the name Minnie--no, Winnie?-- and a beautiful smile. “What was your Mama’s name?”

“Maria.” Tony scooped the filling from a deviled egg and ate it off his fingers. “Maria della famiglia Carbonell.”

“Italian.” Why did James know that?

“Yep.” Tony tossed James the white of the egg and chuckled when the soldier promptly ate it. “Italian. Every bit as beautiful and fierce as all the stereotypes and at least twice as funny as anyone ever thought. She taught me to play the piano and also the best place to stab someone if they got too close to you.”

James barked a surprised laugh and Tony smiled fondly. “She even taught me to mend my own clothes just in case I ever found myself in a position where our billions of dollars couldn’t buy me a new shirt.”

Tony’s hand when to his chest when he thought of Afghanistan and how he’d wished for his Mama’s guidance in the cave. “She was perfect. An angel.”

“And your Pa?”

“Howard. You know about him already.” Tony grabbed at some sand and let it run through his fingers. “Brilliant. Genius. Cut-throat. I never once thought I’d miss the bastard but here I am wondering if he’d be proud of the way I’m handling all his sins.”

Bitterness creeping into the words, and James frowned, “His sins?”

“The guy in Monaco.” Tony hadn’t meant to bring Monaco up tonight, not for his birthday and certainly not when they were sitting in the moonlight at the beach, but it was too late now. “Turns out his dad worked with my dad back in the day on the arc reactor. There were some probably sketchy accusations, some definitely sketchy behavior afterwards and here we are decades later. I’m dealing with Vanko’s sort of rightfully pissed off son and I had no clue until Rhodey sat me down and walked me through it.”

“That’s what you’ve been meeting with him about.”

“That and the Iron Man thing you’re still being really calm about.” Tony slanted a sideways look at James. “You really don’t have any questions about how I suit up and save the world on a weekly basis?”

“Dunno.” James lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “For some reason it seems like Iron Man isn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of. Can’t explain it.” And after a beat, “Besides, don’t change who you are, right? You’re still Tony.”

“I’m still Tony.” He smiled a little bit and they were quiet again, working through another bottle of wine.

By the time Tony spoke again the words were a little slurred, “By the way, I like when you call me sweet thing.”

“Oh yeah?” James leaned back on one elbow, then shifted to his side so he could see Tony better. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t think any of my other--” Tony made a vague motion. “--relationships or hook ups or anything like that called me nicknames. Or pet names. Nothing other than Tony. One time a date called me Daddy and asked to be spanked--” wine came out James’s nose and Tony grinned. “But not sweet thing. Or sweet heart. I like it. Like them both.”

He cleared his throat, brushed a little sand off his pants. “Keep calling me it?”

James hooked his finger under Tony’s chin and brought him down for a gentle kiss, “Oh sure thing, sweet thing.” and Tony scrunched his nose in delight.

“Imagine that, I like everything about those words.” James laughed at him and Tony budged closer for another kiss, half delirious with the thrill of their hidden, almost innocent moment. “How um-- how old were you for your first kiss?”

“You know I don’t know that.” James protested lightly and Tony mumbled in agreement. “But you’re the one I remember, so I guess you count as the first. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve been kissing since I was old enough to smile at pretty girls.” Tony quipped. “Pre-school. Kindergarten. All of it. Everyone wanted to kiss me. I had rosy cheeks and curly hair and had the finger guns and winks down by age four. I was a real ladies man.”

“Finger guns?” James asked, and when Tony mimed the motion, he snorted, “That’s dumb, Tony. People like that?”

“Everyone likes finger guns, James.” Tony retorted, and dropped one eye in a wink and pew-pew’ed at the soldier. “See? Doesn’t that make you want to kiss me?”

“Hell sugar, everything makes me want to kiss you.” James decided and Tony had to look away so he wouldn’t be so obviously smitten over such a sweet comment. “When was the first time you kissed a fella, Tony?”

“Christ, I love how you talk.” Tony gulped back some wine. “Not that I don’t find the pissed Russian thing you do super hot, but the Brooklyn thing just does it for me.”

He was drunk for the first time since before Afghanistan, the liquor going straight to his head and making his tongue loose and Tony fell back in the sand to look up at the stars as he answered, “I’ve never kissed a fella. Not before you.”

“What?”

“Remember how I rambled on about twenty five years of camping out in the closet and how my Dad said a bunch of stuff and sometimes it's all I hear in my head?” Tony nodded towards to the sky. “Yeah well, that all came around cos I tried to be with a guy one time. I was young and drunk and he was older and a creep but it was college so I figured, why the hell not?”

“...what happened?” James’s left hand clenched into a fist, a surge of rage nearly black filling his soul. “Tony, what happened?”

“Nothing that would make you go all murdery right now.” Tony turned onto his side so they were facing each other and patted at James’s hand. “I got in over my head and panicked, I told you how my Ma taught me self defense? I ran all the way back to me and Rhodey’s room and made him promise never to say anything to anyone and it wasn’t until later that I realized I'd never even been kissed. Had only gone far enough to start getting pants off but somehow we skipped the kiss altogether.”

Tony tapped at James’s fingers idly. “Glad for it now. Kissing you is way better.”

Christ James loved how Tony was soft and sweet like this, tipsy and loose, eyes shining, lips and tongue stained red from the wine. He was beautiful always, but more beautiful tonight on his birthday, in the moonlight, admitting that kissing James was better.

James knew he had been the best at several things in the past, but all of them felt like bad things, like dangerous things and things he shouldn’t brag about being the best at.

But kissing Tony?

“C’mere, sweet thing.” James pulled Tony in for one kiss and then another, shifting closer across the sand until their knees knocked and their feet twisted up, breath coming faster as their mouths met and lingered, lips parted and tongues tangled and when Tony broke apart to gasp, “Every teen summer rom com was right, kissing at the beach is the best.” James admitted, “Don’t know if I ever saw a teen movie, but I sure agree about the kissing part.”

The embrace stretched slow and languid until James moved to spread their coats on the sand, rolled onto his back and brought Tony down onto his chest so their hands could wander and bodies could move slow and easy together, reveling in the syrupy slow arousal building between them

Tony had never imagined a moment like this would ever be possible for him. Not after college, not after Howard, not after years of being himself and now that he was Iron Man. Moments like this weren’t possible for people like him, but here he was anyway, smiling into a kiss and getting ahold of frankly ridiculous muscles and for the first time in forever, Tony was lost in a moment he didn’t want to ever end.

A moment like this wasn’t possible and yet…

“You sure taste sweet, sugar.” James murmured into his ear and Tony tucked his head into the soldier’s big chest and snuggled in close. “Yeah, c’mere. I’ve got you.”

“Mmmm.” Tony sighed when James’s hands landed low on his hips, rubbed comfortable circles into his lower back. “This might be the tamest birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Disappointed?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Tony fell asleep curled up in James’s arms and the soldier stayed awake holding him close for a long time after, mind and heart racing.

He should be drunk after several bottles of wine, but he wasn’t even the littlest bit tipsy. Tony had stopped acting stressed out, but their night together hadn’t quite erased the worry furrows on his brows. Iron Man was on James’s mind a lot more often than he wanted to admit, but it was only because the thought of something happening to Tony made the part of James that ached to be tender hurt in an awful way.

He couldn’t be tender when Tony was in danger, no he had to be the person that had nearly killed Natalie the other day, the person that had come close to ripping Vanko apart with his bare hands.

And then there were the black lines at Tony’s reactor that the genius never wanted to talk about but James knew were getting bigger, longer, stretching thicker across the scarred skin and marring the gorgeous body. It couldn’t be good, that sort of thing was never good and James’s heart sank to his toes the longer he thought about it.

Tony was hiding things from him, things James maybe didn’t have the right to know yet but he couldn’t shake the feeling that if he didn’t find out soon, it might be too late.

He had just barely found Tony, and was still in the process of finding himself. The bad days were further and further in between, the moments where he snapped into something horrifying less and less extreme and every kiss shared with Tony brought James one step closer towards himself, he just knew it, he could feel it in his soul.

So why did it feel like everything was going to be taken away before he was ready to let--

“You okay?” Tony stirred in his arms. “James?”

“Real swell, sweet thing.” James whispered and Tony smiled sleepily, “I love when you talk old timey.”

“Go back to sleep.” James kissed Tony’s forehead and finally closed his eyes too, letting the sound of the water and wind calm his thoughts again.

There would always be time to worry later.

Tonight he wanted to lay here and wonder if he remembered what it felt like to be in love…

….or if this was the first time he’d ever been ready to say the words.

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"Two caramel frappes please" he said softly, taking his wallet out to pay before giving the cashier a sad smile and moving towards the left to collect his drinks.

Whilst waiting for his drinks his eyes moved to see the bouquet of sunflowers he was holding, a small smile lining his lips at the thought of you.

"Two caramel frappes for San!" the employee called, smiling brightly at him before he noticed the black sunflower tattooed on San's left wrist, contrasting the bright ring he wore on his ring finger.

Though most of the sunflower was black, there were tints of yellow in a few of the petals which seemed to have remained unaffected by the spreading darkness of the rest of the flower. Immediately the employees smile turned sympathetic, his eyes unable to keep eye contact as he bowed before going back to continue his work.

San had slowly become used to all the sympathetic looks he got, and as the sunflower grew blacker by the day those looks would only increase in number, the darkness of the mark was after all the symbol of someone he'd lost.

He collected his drinks, walking out of the café and heading towards the only place he could meet you now. Though it was very crowded, the silence allowed for San to have a conversation of sorts with you. Though it wasn't a lot, it was enough to keep him going.

Placing his cloth on the floor he took a seat before setting down the drinks and the flowers, smiling before he spoke.

"It's been a whole year Y/N" he said softly, looking down at his ring and tattoo again before his eyes filled with tears.

"A whole year without you"

He never thought he'd manage for so long, a whole year, 365 days, that's a long time and you were definitely proud of him for getting so far though he still had a long way to go.

"Today is our three year wedding anniversary" he said, smiling through his tears as he remembered all the things he'd planned to do on this same day just one year ago.

*One Year Ago*

"Y/N~" San called out your name, entering the room with a tray full of your favorites breakfast foods which were also healthy since you weren't the only one consuming the food.

"San you didn't have to" you laughed, smiling brightly at the tray of delicious food which was placed in front of you before you gave him a peck on the lips.

"Happy Anniversary babe"

"Happy Anniversary Sanie" you replied, giggling at him before you started devouring your breakfast.

"Don't you trouble your mother too much today little one, she needs a break" he spoke to the baby girl growing inside you, laughing when he saw her kick a little almost as if she were replying to him.

"You better eat fast because I have a lot planned for today my love" he smiled at you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before feeding you the rest of your breakfast.

Almost an hour later you were showered and ready to go out, wearing a light pink dress which fortunately was big enough to fit around your 7 month pregnant belly. Though it wasn't the same as the one you wore on the day he proposed, it was close enough and honestly you looked stunning.

Driving to what you assumed was the park you smiled in anticipation, not fully sure of what his plans or intentions were but you had a brief idea of what he was gonna do. There had to be a reason as to why he asked you to wear a dress similar to the one you wore almost two and a half years ago.

The park was the same besides a few renovations like the new water fountain which had been placed in the centre, or the increase in the number of children playing all over. It truly was a wonderful sight, igniting feelings of joy and happiness within anyone who saw it, and you were no exception.

San grabbed your hand before gently pulling you towards the centre where the fountain was, the water from the same cooling the air around it on that hot sunny day. He told you to stand there before he turned around and pulled something out of his pocket, turning back around with the most smug look on his face.

Getting down on one knee he smiled at you, opening up the small ring holder to reveal a beautiful sunflower ring, the centre of which held a gorgeous diamond. Your eyes went wide on seeing the ring, mouth falling open when you imagined how expensive it would've been.

"San oh my God, why did you-" "Y/N, it's our 2 year anniversary and I wasn't able to get you anything special before so please don't turn this down" he pouted, laughing out loud when you sighed out in defeat and held out your hand so he could put it on you.

The ring sat just above the small white lily which adorned your ring finger, serving as a reminder of the angel of a soulmate you had in front of you.

"Thank you" you said gratefully, pulling him in for a kiss which both of you smiled into.

"Can we get caramel frappes please~" you asked, giving him the most innocent smile you could and of course he couldn't say no to that so you ended up grabbing two of those from the café right next to the park.

That café was, in fact, where you'd met him almost a little more than three years ago.

You remember being in a bad state of mind when you walked into the cafe only to see this extremely bright and jolly employee and when it was your turn to order you could feel the happiness he was radiating affecting you.

You were going to order a black coffee but after some convincing you ended up ordering the caramel frappe, which is why that particular drink was significant for both you and San, it's the drink you met over after all.

You couldn't be happier, you had San as your husband and a beautiful baby girl on the way, life just couldn't have been better and for that sole reason it decided to become worse for both of you.

San held your hand as you walked beside him towards a flower shop which was across the street, but your excitement got the better of you when you saw the bouquet of lilies and roses sitting outside the shop. You let go of his hand and walked ahead onto the crossing, making sure to look left and right even though the light for pedestrians was green.

"Y/N be careful" San called out from behind you, causing you to stop and look back at him, motioning for him to catch up and just as he was about to jog over to you he saw it, the car which was racing towards you.

You were clueless, not expecting the people to break the rules and before you even knew it the impact of the car colliding with your legs sent you flying across the road, your fragile form landing on the hard concrete like a rag doll falling on the floor.

San was overcome with shock and disbelief, he was convinced this was a nightmare and he would wake up any second now, but he didn't. Nothing changed.

The car still drove off without bothering to help, the people still crowded around your lifeless form pondering over if they should call the ambulance or not, every fragment of life within you still ebbed away like a receding tide.

He still stood there waiting, but it wasn't in his control. He didn't even have time to comprehend what happened when the ambulance arrived and took you away, leaving San standing all alone, a look of pure horror and incredulity painted over his face.

His knees threatened to give out but he had to make sure you were alright. Finally coming back to reality he realized the ambulance was already on its way back. He wanted to chase it but it wouldn't get him anywhere so instead he sprinted towards his car and drove to the hospital you were being taken to.

Your anniversary fell on a weekend that year, which meant that the traffic on the roads was unbelievable and San could feel his heart beating faster and faster the longer he took to reach you. Glancing over at the bright yellow sunflower which adorned his left wrist he let slip a few tears when he realized it was slowly turning black. One petal was already gone, meaning it wouldn't be long before you would be too.

"Goddammit why today!" he screamed, slapping the steering wheel before the light finally turned green and he was able to make it to the hospital. His heart was about ready to jump out of his chest as he frantically ran up to the receptionist, asking where you had been taken.

"Mrs. Choi Y/N is in the emergency room" she said, pointing to the large white door at the end of the hallway.

As soon as his eyes landed on it he ran towards it faster than the speed of light but much to his dismay the door was locked and he was unable to get through. He could, however, see you laying on the bed with almost every inch of you drenched in blood.

"Y-Y/N" he whispered, his tears running free as he collapsed to the floor, his knees finally giving out underneath him.

To him it felt like he had sat there for hours on end, just staring at the representation of his soulmate, the sunflower on his wrist, lose its colour little by little, but really it had only been minutes when the doctor opened the door and came out.

"D-Doctor how is she? Is she OK? Is my child OK?" he asked agitatedly, his agitation worsening when the doctor gave him a sad smile and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best to at least save the baby but it was too late. They…..could not make it"

The only words he did not want to hear left the doctors mouth and that was it. It was like his life had been stripped away from him in one second. All of his happiness, just gone.

'They could not make it' these words had circulated in his mind for months after, becoming the cause of the nightmares he had almost daily where he had to relive all of it all over again.

He would've given anything, absolutely anything to have changed the events of that day. Maybe if he hadn't let go of your hand you would've been alright, or maybe if he hadn't brought you out of the house in the first place you'd have been fine, but there was no point in regretting anything, what was done was done.

How quickly his house, his home, which would've had three people living in it, had become so empty and quiet. How quickly he had lost the love of his life, the mother of his child, his soulmate.

Coming back home that particular night had been worse than dying. Looking at all the things which you had bought for your baby girl, all the clothes you owned yourself which you'd been waiting to wear after the delivery, it all just poured salt in his wound.

His babygirl, he wasn't even able to see her, not even once. The faint pink rose which had begun appearing on his shoulder began darkening, just like the sunflower on his hand.

You were both gone in an instant, and there was nothing he could've done to stop it.

*Present Day*

"I-I never thought a day could be so happy yet sad at the same time." he said, sobbing slightly as his eyes landed on the date written on the tombstone, the numbers matching the date of this day.

'5th November 2019'

This day had now become the day he gained you as well as the day he lost you, and nothing was more painful than the realization that the only memories he had of you were over the span of no more than three years.

"I miss you, I need you Y/N" he sobbed out, his tears now beginning to soak the cloth beneath him, a few drops bouncing off the faint yellow sunflower on his wrist.

"H-Happy An-niversary Y/N"

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seongmikim · 6 years

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JK X Reader Fanfiction

Genre: Suspense, Angst, Supernatural, Romance, Thriller, *slight* smut

Chapters: 1/?

Note: This Fanfiction was inspired by the BST MV

Summary: Y/N was always fascinated by the old museum she saw while passing everyday, but never knew what it held inside. When passing the museum one day, something about it was calling her to investigate. What will await for her inside the old museum?

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It was a bright humid day; there was not a single cloud in sight to relieve the harsh sunlight on your skin as you walked home from visiting a clothing shop in the early afternoon. You were content with the outfit you had bought for a reasonable price. You beamed with joy as you walk the bustling city, deciding to find a place to grab a drink and take shelter from the harsh sun. It would take you a few minutes walk to get there, but they had the best bubble tea in the whole city so you decided that it was worth the walk. You could feel the sweat forming on your forehead and starting to form in other parts of your body as well.

'Damn, it's so hot today. I can't wait to get my hands on that bubble tea I've been craving', you thought to yourself as you could see the shop in the distance.

As you came closer to the shop, you couldn't help but turn to look at a building that had always peaked your curiosity every time you passed by. It was a very beautiful building: an old museum that had the most beautiful architecture that you had ever seen; a beautiful cream and white color adorned the pillars that gave the building an elegant look despite the uneasy feelings that it brought you. You didn't actually know what was inside the museum, as it was abandoned and had closed before you were even born. You didn't realize that you had stopped walking, as you stared at the detailed structure in awe, daydreaming about what the inside could possibly look like.

You snapped out of your daze as you hear a voice, a whisper with a chilling tone. "You want to see inside? Come in..." You looked around, confused as you could not place a face to the voice. Nobody was even glancing in your direction as they continued walking by in a hurried manner, probably to escape the heat. You looked back at the museum carefully, pausing to see if you could hear the voice again.

"What are you waiting for? You know that your curiosity will get the better of you." The voice beckoned you; it had a way of getting to you, a way of drawing you in. All fear leaves you as you step closer, your curiosity taking control. You turn to look at the passerby, noticing that not a single person was paying attention to you. You turn to the door and go to reach for the handle, but before you could grab it, the door opens slowly on its own, a creaking sound reaches your ears. Usually that would be the sign for you to turn around and leave, but your curiosity had won as you step in and close the door.

The museum was illuminated by the sun, giving the room a bright look. There were many statues that filled the room, along with the same pillars that decorated the outside and a black and white tiled floor. You follow the sun's rays that lay on a big painting, that you saw as a fight between heaven and hell. The painting captured your attention and you could not understand why. After trying to search for an answer and not receiving one, you turn around and remember the voice that you had heard earlier. "Hello...?" You call out, expecting an answer. To your dismay, all you received was silence. You tried calling out again, but again, did not get a reply. You decided to try to look around to see if you could find someone, coming up to two entrances: One black and one white. You could see statues in the entrances that shared the same color. You didn't know if the different colors represented something or if they went to different rooms, but you decided on trying the black entrance. As you came into the room, You could see a single couch, surrounded by chandeliers. You looked down to see chandeliers on the ground, and you noticed that they were not shattered or in bad shape.

"Why are they on the floor?" You looked around more and noticed that there were many chandeliers in the room. "That's...odd." You mumbled to yourself as you turn and see another entrance leading to a different room.

You walk into an empty room, with only a swing hanging in the middle of the room, gently swaying back and forth. "Why is there a swing in the museum? And why is it moving?" You suddenly become nervous as the silence and the moving objects begin to get to you.

"Hello?" You yelled louder, in attempt to reach the person behind the voice, becoming frustrated with not receiving an answer for the umpteenth time. You decided to keep moving, hoping to eventually find the owner of the voice. You could feel eyes on you as you walking into the next room and it sends shivers down your spine. The next room appeared to be an office with a bed in the corner. In the middle of the room, there was a table in front of a couch that had a single glass, filled with a mystery green substance. You remembered that you had originally planned to get bubble tea, and suddenly became thirsty as you eyed the mystery liquid.

"I hope they don't mind me taking a sip." Your fingers wrapped around the shiny glass, as you admired the color of the drink before placing the glass to your lips and feel the liquid slide down your throat. Your face scrunched as you were attacked with an absolutely disgusting taste on your tongue.

"What the hell did I just drink?" You go to place the glass on the table, but nearly flung the glass across the room as a voice startles you.

"Ah, so you drank it after all." the voice was deep and unique, unlike any voice you've heard before. You turned hesitantly towards the voice, only to be met with one of the most handsome men you have ever seen. His hair was a milk chocolate brown and was slicked back, showing off his face perfectly. He was tall; wearing elegant clothing that were definitely not current fashion. He smiles slightly, showing off his dimples and he looks at you with almost a malicious glint in his eyes.

"D-Drank what?" you stuttered out, slightly taken aback from the handsome man that stood before you.

He chuckled slightly to himself before he grabs the glass and raises it to his lips, and quirks his eyebrow. "Now that, is a secret. But I'm sure you will know very soon." his voice became deeper, tained with a tone that you could not describe.

"Are you...the voice that called me inside?" you ask quietly, unsure of how you should feel about the situation.

"No...but don't worry. You will meet him very soon." He put the glass on the table as he gave you a smirk before walking towards the entrance.

He halts as he reaches the entrance, not even turning around as he makes a last remark. "Oh, you'd better keep moving. He does not like to wait for long."

With that last statement, he left the room, and you called out after him. "Who is he?!?" you yelled frustratedly, knowing that you would not be getting an answer. You go to move to the next room, discovering that it was filled with a green smoke and another man sat in the middle of the room, blindfolded to a door. The man had beautiful silver hair that shined in the sunlight, along with plump lips that lay below the deep black blindfold that covered his eyes. He also wore strange but elegant clothing, the choker around his neck stood out to you the most.

Before you could say anything, he spoke. "You have told a lie." That was all he said as he began to stand up; He drops a single apple and it rolls on the ground in your direction, stopping at your feet. "Excuse me?" You could see a single bite had been taken from the apple. "I've caught you in your lie. I saw it." His face does not show a single trace of emotion, making it impossible for you to find an answer to your question.

"I don't understand." You reply, becoming impatient. He stayed silent, not giving you any answers and you decide to move on. You didn't pay any more attention to the man as you entered the next room, which had silk sheets lying all over the ground. Two men stood in the room, One man had blonde hair and striking blue eyes, the other had soft pink hair and hazel eyes. Both men gave you different feelings; The pink haired man made you feel more relaxed, as he had what appeared to be an almost innocent look. The blonde haired man made you feel scared. His eyes held an evil look at they pierced into your soul. You couldn't suppress the shiver that shook your whole body. He smirked at you, with his eyebrows knitting together in what looked to be triumphant.

"You're almost there. Keep going now." His voice was eerie, yet oddly charming to you. You decided not to ask questions anymore, knowing that none of your questions would be answered. Suddenly, in the distance, you could hear what you assumed to be an organ playing. You decided to follow the sound, which brought you into the biggest room of the museum. You looked to the left, seeing a man with midnight black hair delicately pressing the keys as he played a dark piece that only made you more nervous.

You jumped as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, and you turn to only have a face merely inches away from your own. You freeze as you stare into the man's eyes, the beautiful chocolate eyes captivate you and hold you in place. Your eyes study his whole face, deciding that he was as beautiful as one of the statues in the museum. You stare at each other for what seems to be hours, before he lets go of your wrist and opens his mouth to speak. "I am the one that called for you..." He said nonchalantly as he looks at your face to see your reaction. You still can't move as you look into his eyes, and are unable to speak, or remember your own name. His chocolate hair falls around his face perfectly, hiding his eyebrows and forehead. His earrings gleam from the sun, catching your attention and snapping you back to reality.

"Who...who are you?" You manage to choke out, still unable to steer your eyes away from his gaze. "My name...is Jungkook." He kept studying you as if he was waiting for something. He started to smirk and you were about to respond, but suddenly you started to feel sick. The room started to spin, and random swirls of color filled your vision, as you tried not to fall to the ground. Jungkook chuckled before grabbing you and before you know it, your vision becomes black.

When you come to, you can feel that you are in a bed. You see Jungkook sitting at the edge of your bed, looking at you. "You're awake." he stated, as he goes to stand up and walk over beside you. "What was that..?" you grunted out. "Absinthe. Along with whatever else Namjoon decided to slip in there." His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he awaited for your response.

"Who's Namjoon..?" You whispered to yourself, then deciding to sit up. "Are you going to explain to me why you called for me now?" You questioned, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. Jungkook looks at you, with those captivating eyes.

"It's simple really. I have seen you passing by many times before, and every time you would stop and look at the museum, I always thought you were beautiful. Today I finally decided that I would have you. I want you, Y/N. I want to taint you." He whispered the last part huskily, as he suddenly became only a few inches away from your face.

"How do you know my name?" you questioned with a whisper, and he ignored you as he closed the space between you and captured your lips with his own. The feeling was indescribable; It was like you were set on fire.

You did not know who he was, yet you did not care. The feeling of his lips molding against yours was the only thing you could focus on, as you were unable to think. He pushed you against the wall by the bed, and hovered over you, not breaking the kiss. He probed your lips with his tongue as if he was asking you for permission to enter and you eagerly obliged. You both were lost in a tongue war, as you tried to fight for dominance. His hands trail down the sides of your body, and they stop at your waist. One hand begins to travel up your shirt and your skin burns from his touch. He grabs your breast and gives it a little squeeze, earning a moan from you. He smirks into the kiss before he pulls away and starts to kiss your neck and begin leaving marks on your skin.

"J-Jungkook" you moan his name and he chuckled before he moves his lips to your ear and whispers, "What a naughty girl." You blush and go to reach out for him to have some fun as well, but before you can he stops you. He looks at you and you once again get lost into his eyes before they turn into a deep black again. Suddenly, you feel like you can not control your own body, and your mind becomes foggy as you look into his eyes. He whispers into your ear once more,

"Do you want to know a secret? I'm a fallen angel. And you're about to sign a deal with the devil, pretty girl." He laughs psychotically, and you can no longer control your body or mind.

You follow Jungkook as he makes his way back to the room you had met, this time the eerie music vacant. He leads you to a single statue, covered in white. "All you have to do is kiss the statue, and the deal is made." You stare at the statue in a daze, coming closer and closer to the statue. You do not realize when your head tilts and leans forward towards the statue. The cold stone from the statue reaches your lips, and you return to normal. You look around to see seven boys surrounding you, some of which you had already met, laughing hysterically at you. Jungkook grabs your chin. "Welcome to hell." Your eyes widen as he smashes his lips against you and then everything turns black.

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nastytrashblog · 7 years

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Just because

A/n: I was supposed to release the Jinyoung one first, but I already started this one anyways. My first Astro fanfic woo! I was supposed to get this out last week, but I was sick and bed ridden for 3 days. I needed to catch up with work as well. I guess there won’t be any schedule for my fanfics and you’ll just have to put notifs on. I think the first parts of each fanfic will be pretty short, but I promise it will get juicer in the middle. I hope you enjoy! :D BTW this was requested by one of my friends, love you !

Fluff, Cha eun woo x reader, University AU, eventual smut (in a few chapters), friends with benefits.

1740 words

You ducked your head out of the taxi and looked at the giant building that was in front of you. The bright sun shined on your face and the cool breeze blew through your hair. “A new day, a new beginning.” You thought.

“Hey lady!” You heard a man with a heavy accent behind you. You turned around to see your taxi driver holding your bags, “Are you going to take your bags? Or will I have to steal them?”

“No, I’ll take them. Thank you!” You quickly walked to him and took your bags. He snarled at you and drove off leaving a cloud of gas for you to breath in. You turned around and followed the signs to get your dorm room. The whole school was a maze to you, even after the orientation. There were so many twists and turns inside and outside. Although you got to explore the campus a bit more. You noted where the jocks hung out, the nerds had their meetings and where the hipsters chilled just to name a few. Eventually, you found your way to the table to get your key. A blonde caucasian girl who was wearing a typical grunge outfit sat in front of you. She was so smiley that preppiness just oozed out of her, “Hi! Welcome to Carvard, what’s your name?”

“It’s (y/n) (l/n).” She looked up and down her list tracing her finger after each name, “Oh, here you are!” She turned around and took a key out of a box, “Here’s your key.” You took it from her hand and shoved it in your pocket, “Thanks.” you said and forced yourself to smile.

“It seems that you are rooming with a senior. Oh I know her, she’ll be a lot of fun! Well, I hope you have a blast with your 4 years here! Bye bye now!” You walked away rolling your bag with you. She was way too preppy for your liking to the point it was annoying.

You reached the girls dorm rooms and walked down the hall. “Room 248… ah here it is.” You opened your door and saw a girl laid down on the left bed on her phone. Her attention immediately went to you. She jumped up and dropped her phone on the bed and rushed to you.

“You must be (y/n)! I cannot wait to share a room with you! I’m Kayla.” She pulled you into a hug squeezing the life out of you. “Oh great, another one of these.” She let go of you and got the hint that you were faking a smile, “Okay, you’re one of those people. I get it, you don’t like the preppy types, I can be chill.” You nodded in silence and awkwardness filled the room.

“Here, why don’t you unpack and everything and then check out all the clubs and sports? Sounds like a good chance to bond right?” You could tell she was trying her best to be friends with you. “Maybe I should try to get to know her. I mean, she will be my roommate for most of my University years.” You rolled your bag to your bed and walked to her, “I’ll just leave my bag here. Let’s go.” She walked in front of you and lead the way, but you could tell she was trying to act chill.

Both of you walked side by side and took your sweet time walking to where all the clubs were. You two got to know each other and you learned a lot about her. She is the type to adjust to the people around her to make them feel comfortable. She is also a huge flirt and could get with any guy she wanted. It made sense, she had the body, the looks, and she has a way of talking to have anyone like her. This is why she’s well known on campus as the “all rounder.” She is every personality mashed into one person, which just made her even more lovable. She is a nerd at heart, yet sporty and active.

“Since I have been here for a year, I know how this school functions.”

“Well, of course you do. I mean, it’s not that hard to know how a University works.” She shook her head and let out a little giggle, “Not like that silly! I meant, the social anarchy, the “food chain” if you will. There are frat houses and sororities here as you may know. Most of them are at the top, just not the nerdy ones. I feel bad, they’re good people. Anyways, you have them. Then there’s us, the regulars. The jocks and cheerleaders who are not in frats or sororities, which is not likely but they do exist, are at the top. Then the art, hipster people, the geeks, the one’s that are always high, the nerds…” you stopped her confused.

“Aren’t nerds and geeks the same thing?” she scoffed and patted your shoulder.

“No! Geeks are the ones who are into video games and comics. The nerds are the brainiacs and always base everything off of science or math. Now, I may I continue?” You let out a faint smile and nodded. She was about to continue talking when someone caught her eye. She freaked out and started to hit your arm.

“Ow! What is it?” She was speechless and pointed to someone. It was a tall figure with wavy hair and in all black. You looked around and almost every girl was swooning over him. You have to admit, he was good looking, but not your type. You had a mischievous look on your face. You found her weakness and teased her, “Aww, does Kayla have a crush on the cute boy.” She immediately covered your mouth with her hand, “Shut up!” You laughed and pushed her hand away.

“He’s a senior okay? I’ve had my eye on him for the past year.”

“Makes sense, ‘cause you know, you went after many guys in that year.” She stuck her palm out jestering you to stop.

“Okay, that is a different story that I will explain later.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “What should I do? I’ve never been nervous before, especially when it comes to guys.” You put your hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her towards him, “Just go up to him.”

She squirmed in your grip and hid behind you, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he doesn’t find me attractive? He’s one of the people who are at the top of the food chain. I can’t embarrass myself! I’ll be a laughing stock and that will go on until I die and never find anyone to marry and I’ll die alone and-” You stopped her rambling by flicking her on the forehead.

“Calm yourself! Just be yourself and talk to him. Don’t over think and just GO!” She took a deep breath and took two steps before she turned around to you, “Do I look like a mess?”

“Just go!” She nodded and walked to him. Surprisingly, he started the conversation. You felt like a proud mom at that moment and walked to where the clubs were. You walked around for a good 30 minutes until you got bored. None of them caught your attention and you walked to the quad. It wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. Some were having lunch, others were playing chess, it was diverse. You could tell who were at the top of the “food chain” and who were just the regulars. You found an empty spot on the grass and laid down. The sky was clear and beautiful. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes. It was only noon time and you felt tired. You didn’t care at this point whether or not you fell asleep. You felt yourself drifting off to dreamland where everything is perfect. Even though you were an adult, you were still a child at heart.

You were walking on the beach, waves crashing on your legs. You felt at peace. No one was around you, no cars to be heard, just nature and the sun’s rays hitting your face. You missed summer vacation, being with your high school friends on a private island that your rich friend owned. You wanted to go back at the time where you knew the people around you, but you also wanted a new start. Just then, in the distance, you heard someone yell “watch out.” *Thud*

You woke up from your nap and felt pain on your stomach. You looked to your left and it was a football. You sat up in anger and picked up the ball. You wanted to pierce a pen inside it and hit whoever threw it, but you contained yourself. You heard footsteps getting closer to you until figure towered over you and covered the sun. You looked up to a man with pale skin, brown eyes, pink lips and a tall nose. He looked concerned for your well being.

“Are you okay?” The man said. You were still mad, and stood up. He was still towering over you. You looked up and shoved the football into his chest.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking.” you responded sarcastically. Another person came running beside him. He had light brown hair and was a bit shorter than the other one.

“Sorry, he’s not a great catch.” He pointed at him with his thumb. The other boy turned to him angry, “Wha-? Are you trying to blame me?”

“If you caught it, it wouldn’t have hit her.”

“But you threw it too high!” They bickered back and forth forgetting your presence.

“I’ll leave the married couple to fight.” you turned to leave when one of them grabbed your wrist to stop you, “No, don’t leave.” You turned around with an irritated look on your face. The tall one took his hand off and took a step back. “I’m sorry for having the ball hit you.” The other nodded frivolously with a big smile one his face, “Yep, all his fault.” The tall one hit him in the chest and looked at him, “It’s both our fault.”

They seemed genuinely sorry, well at least the tall one, “I accept your apology.” The tall one felt a huge wave of relief and stuck his hand out to you, “I’m Eun Woo by the way.”

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