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ma3fiore · 3 years

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Just A Black Coffee

Warning(s) ⇾ profanity,

Pairing ⇾ kuroo x gn!reader

Genre ⇾ fluff and some angst, college au, mini-series

WC ⇾ 3.1k

Summary ⇾ You just got out of a toxic relationship and now you need a new place to stay. Your friend just so happens to know someone who’s looking for a roommate who can help out with the rent for the apartment.

AN: @luv4sakusa wanted to be included in my story so bad so I put her in 😒

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Ch. 1: New Encounters

It was two in the morning, you and your boyfriend were in a heated argument. You had just caught him cheating on you, but he was trying to deny it. “Why won’t you just fucking admit it!” Your throat was hurting from screaming so much. “I saw you on the couch with her and you dare to tell me that it was nothing!” Truth be told, you had known for a while now that something was going on, but you were in denial. You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend of five years would do something like that. Yet here you are right now, confronting him. “Omg, you’re overreacting. I was just--” you cut him off “YOU WHAT? HUH? YOU TRIPPED AND YOUR TONGUE ACCIDENTALLY SLIPPED INTO HER MOUTH?” You didn’t want to start crying, yet your body said otherwise. He stared at you in silence before you stomped off to the bedroom.

“Y/n what are you doing?” “Isn't it obvious? I’m packing my shit and breaking up with you.” You were shoving your things into your suitcase not bothering to fold any of your clothes. He scoffs, “Really? Where are you gonna go then?” “Anywhere without you seems good.” You had no clue where to go, all you knew was that you didn’t want to be near Daisho for another second.

You zipped up your suitcase and pushed past him. He forcefully grabbed your arm causing you to turn around. “You can’t just leave me y/n,” he says almost menacingly. “I think I fucking can when I have a pretty valid reason.” You yanked your arm away from him and walked out of the apartment leaving him alone with the girl. As soon as you were out, you felt a sense of relief, but that soon went away as you realized that those five years you spent together were nothing. And your heart starts to ache even more the further you walk away.

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You were sat on a park bench, the autumn winds nipping at your nose. You looked at your phone and the time read 2:31 am. ‘I shouldn’t have left while it was this cold’ You go to your contacts and call your best friend Abby. “Y/n?” she says in a raspy voice. “What’s wrong, why are you up right now?” You sigh before telling her everything that happened.

“So, yea I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a bit.” “Bitch of course you can! Fuck Daisho, his bitch-ass doesn’t deserve you.” You chuckle at her string of curses. “I’ll be over soon.” “Okayyy be safe.”

You were thankful for having a friend like Abby. You stood up from the bench and made your way over to her apartment. You needed to start finding a place for yourself soon because you didn’t want to mooch off of your friend for too long. You knew she wouldn’t mind having you stay, but you didn’t want to be too much of a burden because she lived in a pretty small space. You got on the bus that led to her address and looked up some websites for apartment listings to pass the time.

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By the time you arrived at her place, it was already 3 am. You knocked on her door waiting for her to come and open it. You wait there for a few minutes before the door slowly cracks open. “Hey hun,” she says with her eyes partially open. She invites you in and leads you to the living room to set your things down.

“You can put your suitcase over here and there are some toiletries in the closet if you need them.” “Thanks, Abby, you’re the best.” “Of course, you know I’d do anything for you.” “Yea I know.” “So how ya holdin’ up?” You stared at her in silence for a moment trying to recollect your thoughts. You thought you had cried it all out while you sat in the park earlier, so you were surprised when you felt tears streaming down your face.

You didn’t want to cry over this anymore, but your emotions got the better of you. You held your head in your hands and kept sobbing, unable to stop the emotions from pouring out. Abby came over to your side and hugged you. She didn’t say anything. She just let you cry it out until you were able to compose yourself. Deep down she always had a bad feeling about Daisho ever since the day you announced you two were dating. She just didn’t want to say anything because you were so happy. To her, it felt like she was overstepping her boundaries.

“Ok, I think I’ve cried about this enough for today.” “Well shit, I thought I was gonna have to hear you cry until class started.” You chuckled. “Oh shut up.” “I think it’s time we both go to bed, otherwise we’ll pass out from sleep deprivation in class.” She gets up and brings you some pillows and blankets. She bids you goodnight before going back to her room. You were glad she went back to her room because you didn’t want her to see you crying still. You felt bad that you called her so late so you told her to go to bed. You spent that night crying until you finally fell asleep.

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You woke up at 7 am, eyes still sore from all the crying you did. You felt so drained, but you had to get up and get ready for your classes. Getting up from the couch, you fold the blankets and place them neatly to the side. You open your suitcase and take out your clothes and some toiletries before heading off to the bathroom.

You saw your reflection in the mirror and were startled at the image before you. Eyes all red and puffy and hair all tangled and sticking up. ‘Yikes,’ you thought. You quickly detangle your hair and wait for the shower to heat up.

When you get out, you quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of clothes. After getting dressed and drying your hair, you met Abby at the kitchen for breakfast.

“You gonna be okay going to school?” she questions while grabbing two plates, placing one in front of you. You take a seat at the counter and fix yourself some of the food she prepared. “I’m not gonna let this whole break up ruin my studies alright. I just have to hold myself together during the day and break down when I get home,” you say with a strained smile. She rolls her eyes at your remark and takes the seat next to you.

“I swear if I see him I’m gonna--” you interrupt, “You’re going to walk away and not cause any drama.” She looks at you with an unamused face. “I’m serious, I don’t want any drama. I said what I said and I have no reason to talk to him anymore.” She turns back to her food before responding. “Okay fine.” You shake your head as you see the look of disappointment on her face. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

You two finished up your food and grabbed your things for school. Both of you rushed to the train station so you wouldn’t be late for class. You were still in anguish over the events that happened, but you were trying your hardest to ignore those feelings so you could focus on your studies. You were anxious about running into him because you felt like you would start crying again if you did. You didn’t want to have a whole breakdown in school.

You pushed all those thoughts in the back of your head as you reached the front of the school. “I have my club meeting after school so you’re gonna be going home by yourself.” “That’s fine I have my part-time job today.” You bid your goodbyes as the both of you head to your respective classes.

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You head to the back of the classroom and take a seat. You didn’t feel like socializing with anyone at the moment. Mainly because you didn’t want anyone to notice how red your eyes were. You had tried to cover it up as best as you could but to no avail. You decided to look for more apartment listings as you wait for the professor to come to class. All the ones you found were either too expensive or looked like they would fall apart the second you walked in. Finally, the professor walks in and begins the class.

You barely paid attention during the lecture. You were so tired from basically having zero hours of sleep and stressing out over how you were going to find a place to live. You weren’t that close with anyone in your class so you couldn’t even ask them for help. You had zoned out for the majority of the class. The only thing that you obtained from the lecture was that you had a research paper due in the two weeks that was worth 25% of your grade.

You feel a buzz from your phone and you look down to see what it was.

*Message from Abby*

Abby: “Hey y/n, I just wanted to let you know my boyfriend is coming over later to hang, but don’t worry we won’t make you a third wheel :)”

Y/n: “If I walk in on both you being whores, I’ll kick you out of your apartment--”

Abby: “Whatever”

You turn your phone off and try to pay attention to the last ten minutes of the lecture.

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School was finally over and you quickly met with Abby to tell her that you might be coming home late because you had to cover for your coworker. “Okay, just remember to be safe, you never know what sketchy ass guy is gonna be around.” “Don’t worry I know how to take care of myself. I didn’t take those self-defense classes for no reason.” She waves goodbye as she heads over to meet with her club.

You walked over to the convenience store where you worked that was only a couple of blocks away from your school. You liked taking the night shifts because it was usually the least busy and it meant you could do some homework. That being said, you also had your fair share of creeps and drunks. You had bought pepper spray just in case anything happens. Though you hoped that you wouldn’t have to use it.

When you arrived, the worker there got up to leave so you could take over. You didn’t have much to do. Your main tasks consisted of restocking shelves, mopping the floors, and managing the register. When it was just you in the store it kind of felt peaceful. Sometimes you’d just observe the people who walk by and other times you’d be lost in thought. However this time, you wanted to be away from your thoughts. You tried to put on some music to drown out your thoughts. For a while, it was working until you saw your ex walking hand in hand with the girl he cheated on you with. You were enraged at the sight. How could he move on so easily, while you were still stuck on it? Were you overreacting? Were you the only one who cared about the relationship? All these negative thoughts started to flood in. You were brought back to reality when you heard the bell from the door ring, signaling that a customer was there. You quickly brush off those thoughts and greet the customer. The last hour and a half went into cleaning the floors and doing a little bit of homework.

By the time you finished your shift, the sun had completely disappeared. Although you were confident in your self-defense skills, you would still be nervous about walking home alone. You made sure that you had your pepper spray with you before locking up. You quickly shoot Abby a text saying that you were done with work and were on your way to the apartment.

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Upon your arrival home, you were greeted by a very loud and energetic guy, who you assumed to be Abby’s boyfriend. You were caught off guard by his liveliness, especially since it was pretty late. “Y/n, this is Bokuto, my boyfriend.” “Bo, this my friend that I was talking to you about.” You exchanged hellos before you went to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Y/n I just solved all your problems,” your best friend announces to you as you exit the bathroom. “Uh how exactly?” you question with one eyebrow raised. “Bo, tell her” she nudges her boyfriend. You sat down next to them on the couch waiting for his response. “So, Abby told me how you’re looking for a place and I happen to know someone who’s looking for a roommate to share the rent.” Your eyes lit up immediately. “Omg really?!” you ask in excitement. “Yup, I can--” you interrupt “I’ll take it.” Both of them were startled by your immediate acceptance.

“Damn y/n, you hate me that much.” You roll your eyes at her remark. “You know that’s not the reason why I wanna leave.” You turn back to Bokuto to ask who this person is just to make sure it wasn’t some sketchy weirdo. “He’s a friend of mine from high school, he goes to the same college as us. He’s a marketing major.” “Okay, he seems fine.” “Yea, I’ll tell him that you’re interested, and I can set up a time for you guys to get acquainted.” You were kind of excited to meet your potential new roommate. You just hoped that he wasn’t going to be an asshole like your ex. “Thanks so much, Bokuto.” “No problem y/n” he flashes a friendly smile.

After a few hours of hanging out with each other, Bokuto had to go. Before leaving he gave you the address of the apartment, Kuroo’s contact information, and his own. He said he would tell you when Kuroo would be able to meet with you. “Aren’t you glad to have such an amazing friend like me?” she asks smugly. “Uhh if I’m not mistaken it was Bokuto who knows Kuroo not you.” you tease. “Okay, but who was the one who introduced you to him? Me exactly.” The both of you started laughing. “Ok, but seriously thank you for doing this. I’ll treat you to ramen sometime.” “You better.”

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A week has passed since that day, and Bokuto finally texted you saying that Kuroo was able to meet. You were waiting in anticipation. You were hoping that he didn’t already find someone else during that week of waiting. A wave of relief washed over you when you received Bokuto’s message with the details for the meeting. “So when are you seeing him?” she asks from the kitchen. “Today at 4.” You had about an hour to get ready. “Are you nervous?” “Yes and no,” you respond. “I just hope he doesn’t reject me,” you say while trying to pick out an outfit. “Bo said that he’d be fine with anyone as long as they’re able to pay the other half.” “Do you know anything about him?” you inquire hoping to get a little more information before meeting him. “The only thing Bo has told me is that they’ve known each other since high school and were rival teams for volleyball. Other than that, I’m as clueless as you.” You give her a slight nod.

You finally picked out your outfit and went to go change. “Does this look okay?” She turns around to see what you had on. “Yea you look great.” You go back into the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror one more time. “ARE YOU SURE?” you yell. “YES STOP WORRYING, YOU LOOK FINE!” she yells back. You leave the bathroom to grab your bag and head to the cafe. “Wish me luck,” you sigh. “Relax, it’s not a life or death situation,” she jokes. You wave goodbye and head over to the cafe, hoping that you wouldn’t arrive late.

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You walk into the cafe scanning the area to see if he was there. You didn’t even know what he looked like so there was no point in trying to look. You feel a buzz from your pocket. You take your phone out to see a message from Kuroo.

Kuroo Tetsurō: “By the window.”

You look up to see a guy with spiky hair sitting by the window looking at you. You could feel his gaze piercing through you. Your heart started to race. You walked over hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous you were. “Hey gorgeous,” he says with a smirk. “What’s your name?” His forwardness caught you off guard. “Uh I’m y/n,” you say as you took the seat across from him. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asks. “A black coffee is fine.” He gets up to order the drinks. As he gets up, you catch yourself admiring his looks but you quickly brush it off, especially when he’s going to be your future roommate. Besides you just got out of a relationship. Just as you brushed it off, he comes back with the drinks.

“So why do you wanna be my roommate?” he asks you and you reply with “I just really need a place to live right now, I promise I’ll be a good roommate, and make sure to give the payments on time.” “Whoa whoa whoa there, I just asked for a reason not a whole life story,” he says in a teasing manner. You sit there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart.” Little did he know that it made you feel even more flustered. “Uhmm it’s fine,” you reply. Trying to ease the conversation from what just happened, you say in a cocky manner, “So do you want me or not?” Causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

“This is going to be interesting.”

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.2

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. ♥ TW: Nightmares related to PTSD. Little NSFW. no further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥Thank you for the likes and follows, I appreciate it them so so much! If you wanna know when I’ll be updating the next chapters, you can follow me on Twitter @LawIsMyWaifu, come interact I love to have mutuals that love Law and One Piece as much as I do ♥

Word count: 4.1K

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Chapter 2.

The sound of his low, raspy voice resonated all over my head, making my body react instantly. I gasped as I felt a strike of pleasure travelling down my stomach to in between my legs. Closing my eyes, unable to move, I didn’t want to move, I wanted him to keep whispering, to kiss my neck… “Hahahaha, I’m sorry, I’m just fooling around, your face, you look astonished Y/N-ya”, he said while laying back on the bed, laughing. I chuckled as I stood up brushing my clothes as if I was trying to fix them. “Stop it, I’m not into that you ass. Goodnight”, I said trying to dissimulate how agitated and embarrassed I was.

Almost running, I left the room, directly to mine, holding on my hand my underwear. I jumped to my bed resting violently on my back. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” ... a little time passed until I passed out.

Hard knocks on my door woke me up. “Vice-Captain!! wake up! breakfast is ready!!!” Clione shouted from the corridor. “God damn how many times I have to tell this whole crew I fucking hate being awakened with shouting?” I mumbled annoyed, covering my face with the sheets.

I was brushing my hair when I remembered my “memory box” for some reason. Opened my drawer and found the little velvet red box that holds my “treasures”. Inside, there is a photo of my parents with me when I was 7, happy, eating some ice cream with them. It was taken during one of “the white parades”, on Flevance, before everything turned into hell. A little blue bow that my little sister used to wear, some photos of Law, Bepo, Shachi, Penguin and me when we were the only members of our crew. And, a necklace Law made with some seashells as a gift for my 15th birthday, were also inside.

I got watery eyes while looking at it, “I must be getting old”, I thought, “I got emotional over the memories” ... laughed and put everything back to its place.

“Morning..” I said, greeting the whole crew that was already devouring their breakfast. I noticed Law wasn’t there, so I had to ask. Uni told me he was in the control room preparing for the arrival at the next island. I took a few pancakes and some tea and headed to the control room to ask my captain if he needed help.

“Good morning, doc”, I saluted him. Law that was seated facing the controls, turned the chair to look at me nodding. He has more dark circles as always, so I asked him, “Oi, did you sleep last night? are you feeling sick again?”. “I’m ok, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I got caught up with the book I was reading”, he answered with his usual unfriendly tone. “Yeah, right” I answered back, rolling my eyes, and proceeded “Let me know if you need something before we get to the island”. Left the control room and went back to my room.

I knew him well to know he hadn't slept because something was worrying him, and not because he was reading the old comic book of “Sora, the warrior of the sea against the evil Germa 66”. But hey, Law never shows any emotion besides annoyance if he is not sick.

A few hours later, the submarine got to the shore of some winter island, and we all got ready to accomplish our assigned tasks. “Ok everyone, we will meet here at 7 pm, is that clear?” told my crew members, everybody agreed and headed to the island.

The temperature was pretty low, and it was snowing. Law was wearing the long black coat with yellow dots and our Jolly Roger that he used to wear at Punk Hazard, his hat and of course the Kikoku over his shoulder. I love when he wears warm clothing, he looks so cozy, hiding his mouth behind the collar. (He does it so his lips don’t get chapped with the cold breeze, haha). I don't like to wear the boiler-suit when we get to explore islands, so I decided to wear a long yellow coat with a hood, also with our crew's Jolly Roger emblazoned on the left side of the chest.

We asked a few civilians where to find a pharmacy and headed to the destination following their instructions. Law didn’t say much during the walking, as he normally does.

The island seemed a little bit deserted, yet it had picturesque streets, full of colour that stand out from the snow. It has cobbled lanes, some canals of crystallized water, there were wooden houses and shops with little lights that garnished their architecture giving the place a romantic aura. The scenery behind the city center included big snowed mountains and a big castle over one of the highest peaks.

I saw a boutique with some cute sweaters on display that caught my eyes and I wanted to try them on. “Law, would you mind if I enter here? I want to buy a new sweater.”, I said. Law looked at me and made a gesture with his hand as he was saying to go ahead.

While searching for the sweater I like on one of the clothing racks I saw through the shop window that a few kids approached the captain. The seller asked me if I needed some help, so I stopped looking at him and l directed my gaze to the girl in the shop. So, I forget about him.

After buying two cute pullovers, we continued walking through the picturesque streets.

When we finally arrived at the pharmacy shop, it seemed like it was closed, but the door was open, so we entered. I rang the bell over the counter and waited for someone to show up. Law walked in front of me and had his hand over his sword. I knew he was alert and trying to protect me even if he didn’t say a word. I didn’t think we could be in danger, yet he never fully relaxes when we are outside. After all, he is one of the most wanted pirates of our generation, so it's understandable he trusts no stranger.

After a minute or so, an old lady approached the counter from the inside of the store. She seemed a little weak and perhaps a little sick. She coughed, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, and then greeted us. “Good afternoon, how can I help you?”, she asked. Law handed her a list of supplies we needed, and we waited. “Oi, don’t you think she looks bad? I mean, she is probably sick, should I ask if she is ok?”, I told Law who gave me a disapproving sight. I rolled my eyes, and said, “Fiiiine…”, “You know that I hate you rolling your eyes at me, you did it yesterday and now too. Stop it.” I looked at him with an “excuse me?” face and while I was about to spit an insult to him the granny appeared. “I’m sorry, I put on the bag some of the supplies, but I don’t have everything you need. We are short on medicines'', she informed us and started coughing harder. “Excuse me, Mrs. Are you alright? are you sick?”, I asked as she seemed to lose composure from all the nagging coughing. Law, that hated when I don’t give a fuck about what he had just said, gave me the look of death. “Oh young lady, we are pretty much sick, a strange illness is hitting the island. Even the only doctor in town fell ill. The orphanage, though, is getting the worst part. All of the kids are bedridden”, as she said, the memories of Flevance and the amber lead disease hit me.

Law's expression changed to a more compassionate one and asked about the symptoms they were experiencing. He might be serious, he might not want to get involved in a lot of things, but he is a true doctor. And he can't let people die if he can help.

We decided to visit the orphanage in hopes of helping the sick people, so we asked the old lady to give us directions to it. She said it was pretty far from the city center and told us her husband would take us there with his cart.

"Thank you so much for offering your help, young doctors", said the old lady's husband that later told us his name was Gerald. The cart was pulled by two brown percheron horses that opened their way through the white landscape.

We had a small talk during the journey, until Gerald asked, "how long have you been together? Are you already married?". Despite the freezing cold weather, my cheeks turned to fire, and I could sense Law hiding his head even more into his coat and hat. Almost as if clarifying that we were no couple was a life or death situation I said, "WE ARE JUST BEST FRIENDS!". I realized I almost shouted and felt mortified. Gerald looked at us with a little smirk and kind eyes, excusing himself for the mistake.

A few minutes after we arrived at the orphanage. It took us almost 30 minutes to get there and the sun was starting to set on the horizon.

When we entered the place, the situation was worse than we thought. There were kids and adults lying on the ground, some of them shivering, others coughing while others were straight unconscious. A few nurses were working in order to maintain them, but the situation had clearly surpassed them.

Immediately Law and I started working. While I helped the nurses, Law used his ope ope no mi power to scan the bodies of the sick people.

We got to the conclusion that what they were suffering was a type of bacteria that caused the respiratory symptoms and the fever.

During our duty, there were times when our eyes interlocked, and we smiled at each other. I wouldn't say we like people suffering, but, we certainly enjoyed working to save lives together.

A few hours passed since we arrived there, the sun was already set, and outside it seemed as if a snowstorm was beginning. I've lost track of time until my portable Den Den Mushi started to ring. "Oi, y/n, where are you? Is Law with you? Are you alright? We've been waiting for you on the shore! It's 9 pm already and we were supposed to meet at 7!", shouted Shachi from the other side of the line. "Oh my God I'm sorry I forgot to tell you!... you see …" I explained to them what we've been doing and that we were probably not going to return to the submarine in a few more hours.

The kids and the other people began to get better and those who were helping there offered us some food that we accepted happily.

While we were having dinner, Gerald got back from outside, who's been in the forest collecting some firewood. He informed us that the weather was getting really bad so coming back to town would be pretty dangerous.

Law and I agreed that staying there for the night was the safer choice.

One of the nurses, Sister Alley, told us we could spend the night in the cabin next to the orphanage. "I'm really sorry guys, I wished we had a better place for you, we owe you so much. The cabin has a fireplace, Gerald would start a fire to keep you warm”, she said. We both smiled at her and thanked for it.

We walked some meters through the forest until we started to catch sight of a wooden cabin. Despite being a strong pirate, I’m the queen of the clumsy people, so I slipped off with what I assume was an ice patch on the already snowy ground. I was about to hit the ground when Law grabbed me by the waist and saved me from a few bruises. His face in front of mine, the feeling of being safe on his arms, I wished it has been eternal. But the romantic moment was destroyed by Law mocking me. “It must be the devil fruit; how come you are so clumsy? Be careful”, he said, and I told him to shut up, this time I wasn’t embarrassed, but I was almost angry at him.

“Here we are, let me help you with the fire”, Gerald said, opening the wood door that creaked as it moved. The inside felt cozy, there were a few cushions and pillows on the ground next to the fireplace. There were no separate rooms, so in the middle of the lounge there was some kind of mattress with a few blankets over it. Our “host” asked for forgiveness about the lack of separate beds, but Law intercepted him and said, “It’s ok sir, we are grateful to have a warm place to stay until tomorrow. If you need help with any patient during the night, just please tell us”. It might be ok for you, damn Law. Was I supposed to sleep with him? - I mean, I wanted to, but, he was still my best friend, and those thoughts should have been erased.

Gerald wished us a good night and returned to the main building.

I hung my coat and as I love to explore, I started to do so around the little wooden house. The kitchen seemed really equipped, so I grabbed a kettle and some cups. Gerald was kind enough to give us some tea bags, so I thought making some tea was a great idea.

Law was next to the fireplace, wearing only a sweater and his jeans. Apparently he has already hung up his coat and his white spotted hat. I saw him once more with a lost sight that seemed to contemplate the firewood.

Looking at him with my face resting on my arm that was over the breakfast nook, I got lost worshiping his profile. I’ve always adored his upturned nose, his spiky black hair, his facial hair, the contrast between his grey eyes and the tanned skin. How come he has always been so handsome, but I’ve never seemed to fully realize?.

The whistle of the kettle intensified as the water started boiling, but I was so into admiring my best friend's beauty that I didn’t notice. Law turned to me and woke me up from my reverie shouting “Oi, Y/N, the kettle!”. My stupid smile quickly erased from my face, and my whole skin turned red. “Sorry”, I said straight away and turned off the burner.

I served two cups, noticing that the tea has an amazing scent. I believe it was hibiscus mixed with some other spices, perhaps some cardamom and maybe a little hint of clover. The smell of the tea mixed with the slightly one from the logs burning, was wonderful.

I walked to where my captain was, “Here, I think you may like it”, I said and handed him a cup. Our fingers brushed softly when grabbed the tea, he looked at me and said “Thanks”. I sat not so near him over one of the cushions and sipped a little bit of my tea. Law looked at me and stood up from his place. I could sense how awkward he felt when he made a little pause, and then walked away.

Why is he leaving? Did I make him feel uncomfortable?, I asked myself trying to hide little stings of pain on my chest that traveled to my throat. Somehow I felt like crying, and when my eyes started to get slightly watery, Law approached me placing his hand over my right shoulder.

I turned my face to him, looking up with a slightly pouty face. I was about to cry, and I didn’t even know why when I noticed a blue little box on his hand.

He sat next to me and said, "Do you remember when we were 15?, that day when I gave you that necklace I made myself for your birthday? I looked at him confused but I answered, "yes, of course, I got it on my memory box, I'm afraid to wear it outside the polar cause it might get lost and I wouldn't forgive myself if I lose it". He was now looking at the little box moving it around nervously and finally said "I got you a better one". He handed me the little box still not looking at me.

"A present?? OMG Law, thank you very much!" When did you buy it??" I almost shouted in excitement while opening the box. Inside there was a fine rose gold necklace that has a little anatomical heart figure as a pendant. I grabbed it and admired the beauty of the jewelry I had in my hands. The heart had a little red stone crimped on it, that shined with every movement.

"Law, this is too much! It must have cost you a lot of Berries, I don't deserve such a fine jewel!, thank you so much", I expressed with a big smile on my face.

"You do deserve more than this, you know. I'm glad you like it", he said, a little embarrassed. “When you were buying the sweaters, I asked some children there if they knew a jewelry store, turned out it was just around the corner”, he confessed.

“Thank you so much, it is just perfect! You know how I adore hearts; they remind me of you.. “Doctor Heart Stealer”” I almost shouted, realizing I have said too much…

I tried to put it on my neck, but I couldn’t clip it right, so I asked him for help. He stood up, kneel at my back and passed from behind the necklace around my neck.

Some branches hit the window violently as they were suffering the merciless wind of the snowstorm outside.

He struggled a little and finally fastened the collar and when he did, the electric power went off. The fireplace was the only source of light, the dance of the fire created figures with shadows and highlights all around the walls of the cabin. We remained silent, maybe a little scared or even surprised, but enjoying the sound of the weather and the creak of the fire.

He was still behind me, and after a few seconds he placed a soft kiss on my back that sent a shiver through my spine. Once again I was unable to speak, did he… did he just kiss my back?.. Before I could say or do something Law stood up and headed to one of the windows. “The storm seems to be even worse than earlier; don’t you think?”, he said, trying to device something through the window.

I couldn’t focus on anything else than the kiss he softly planted on my nape, minutes ago. He suddenly yawned and walked to the mattress that was in the center of the room, on the floor. He then took his jeans off and hopped inside the bed, naturally. I remained on my spot, contemplating his actions. “How could he be acting so normal?, I’m right here. He just gave me a necklace, kissed my skin and now he just goes to sleep?” I said to myself, still with a confused expression on my face.

“Oi, aren’t you coming to bed?”, he asked me, freely. “Yes… give me a second”, I said, and ran to the bathroom. The toilet was pretty tiny and basic, but enough for me to hide for a few minutes. “Come on, Y/N you slept with him two nights ago, it’s ok, he is like your brother, it’s ok…” I thought, trying to calm myself down.

I finally left my hiding place and headed to the mattress. Law was lying there, he took off his sweater, probably while I was in the bathroom, so he was only using a white tight undershirt, that molded his torso anatomy. Some blankets were covering the under part of his body from his hips. He had his forearm over his eyes, covering them with his neck stretched back.

I bite my lip, as a reaction for such a tempting scene. I was enjoying it, watching him breathe peacefully. I started feeling hot, so I took off the sweater but not my jeans and approached the “bed”.

I thought Law was already asleep, so I got in bed trying not to wake him up. I muffled myself up with the sheets. I remained still, hearing the snowstorm, fixing my eyes on the wooden ceiling, as the memories of my childhood flooded my mind. It must be the snowstorm, the wind, the cold that triggered these memories. eventually I fell asleep.

“No, stop it, my family, leave us alone!!!!”, I screamed. “Y/n-ya! Y/n-ya!, wake up!” said Law, pulling me out from the terrific oneiric world I was submerged in. I got lost into his eyes, and remained there with tears streaming from my eyes, rolling into my cheeks. Law was holding me close to his body around his arms. “Are you having those nightmares, again? why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked, worried. “This is the first time in ages, I think it must be the storm, perhaps the orphanage, the children…”, I expressed amid tears. My best friend brushed his tattooed fingers through my hair, moving it out of my face, and then wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Oi, do you remember what happened when I gave you the first necklace?” he asked, trying to distract me. A feeling of warmth invaded my insides, suddenly I felt happy. “I do...” I said, laughing timidly, and continued, “It was my first kiss”. He smiled back at me, and said, “Mine too”.

For a second we both closed our eyes. I was grabbing the pendant with my left hand cherishing it and the memories of our younger days when we kissed for the first time. We haven't had much time to think about love while striving to survive so we forgot about it, letting the days, months and years pass, leaving the experience as a mere child’s play.

Suddenly we started laughing, Law didn't let go of me, and our faces were pretty close. “Everything's better when you laugh, I hate it when you cry, it makes me so sad…” he said, rubbing his thumb over my right cheek. I stopped laughing, as he got even closer. Almost as if the point of our noses were about to touch. I could feel the warmth of his breath over my lips, and he did too. My heart started racing, and the only thing I could hear was the blood pumping on my ears. I wasn’t moving, I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted to kiss him… I just didn’t care that he was my best friend, I just needed him to kiss me. What is taking him so long? Why am I not moving if I wanted this more than anything?. After a good minute, that felt eternal, he exclaimed “Fuck it”, and plant the sweetest kiss over my lips. A feeling of happiness filled my insides, I’ve never been so joyful in ages, it felt the same way as the first time. I was like a teenage girl experimenting love for the first time. Both smiled still with our lips pressed. I doubted for a second if succumbing to my deepest desires was the right thing to do until he decided to turn the cute kiss into a more passionate one. From then on, the desire I’d been accumulating inside of me took control of my body…

We kept on kissing; Law slid a hand under my shirt timidly caressing the skin of my tummy. The kisses migrated from my mouth to my neck, mixed with little bites that surely would turn into hickies tomorrow.

“Law…” I gasped when his hands reached my breasts. “What?” he replied, whispering next to my ear and pinching one of my nipples in between two fingers…

Chapter 3

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likeahorribledream · 3 years

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The One That Got Away

Chapter 2: James Buchanan Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Charlie spend some time alone, getting to know each other. All goes well until Bucky gets some news that he hoped never to get.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Fluff, angst, mentions of: war, fights, blood, injuries, wounds.

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The idea of dancing had long been forgotten, Charlie, Steve and Bucky spent the rest of the night sitting in their booth talking about everything that they could think of. They couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, their cheeks and stomachs hurt from the muscles being overused but none of them cared. They were having such a great time.

Still smiling from a joke Steve had just told, Charlie turned to Bucky while pointing at the blonde sitting next to her.

‘’Has he always picked fight with every guy he met, or is it new?’’

Bucky snorted, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

‘’If you only knew.’’ He said, looking at Steve. ‘’He’s been doing this for as long as I can remember. That’s how we became friends actually. The school year had just started, some kid made fun of him and Steve just raised his tiny fists and challenged him to a fight. Literally challenged him. Like he was in a Western or somethin’. We were 7 at the time, andthe other kid was HUGE compared to Steve. I couldn’t just do nothing so I stepped in and we’ve been best friends ever since.’’

‘’He wasn’t that big’’ Steve mumbled while frowning, which made Bucky laugh.

‘’Sure, pal. Whatever helps you sleep at night.’’ Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s answer.

‘’Bucky always steps in before I can do anything. I would have kicked that kid’s ass, I just know it.’’

Charlie and Bucky exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. She patted Steve on the shoulder and smiled at him.

‘’Oh, Stevie. Even Iknow that’s not true, and I’ve only known you for a few months.’’ Which only made Steve frown more. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

Charlie shook her head slightly, smiling fondly at her new friend’s child-like attitude. She kissed his cheek quickly and whispered a quick apology, telling him she was sure he would have won against that other kid to make him feel better.

The blonde blushed at the kiss and smiled.

Bucky looked at their exchange and felt a little bit of jealously creeping up when he saw her kiss his best friend’s cheek. He quickly pushed down the feeling, clearing his throat and going back to telling other stories about his and Steve’s friendship throughout the years.

It was around midnight when they decided to call it a night and left the pub.

The breeze that hit them as soon as they stepped outside felt nice.

The pub was so packed with people that it had gotten beyond hot.

Charlie was about to say goodnight and start walking back to her place when Bucky motioned his head in the general direction of where she was headed.

‘’Come on, we’ll walk you home.’’

Steve nodded to what Bucky said and the three of them started walking.

They stopped once they were at Charlie’s front door.

She hugged her friend goodnight and then turned to James. She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday once again before making her way to the door.

She unlocked it, stepped inside and wave them goodbye before closing the door.

Steve smirked when he saw Bucky blush slightly at the kiss, but didn’t say anything.

Before the men went their separate ways to go home, Steve gave his friend the gift he had gotten him and waved him good night.

That night both Charlie and Bucky went to sleep with a small smile on their lips, thinking about one another and hoping they would get to see each other again, soon.

Charlie was back working behind her desk, answering calls, on Monday.

Her week of shadowing nurse Jones was over, sadly. She had loved it so much and was looking into taking nursing classes and Jones was more than happy to help her take the next step.

On Tuesday, Charlie had just gotten back from her lunch when the front door of the clinic opened. At the sound of the door, Charlie looked up and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when she saw Steve walking in.

What she wasn’t expecting was Bucky following right behind him.

‘’If it isn’t our favorite patient.’’ Jones said, looking at the blonde. ‘’What is it today?’’

Charlie got up and approached Steve, looking him over. She frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow.

‘’Are you ok? Because you don’t look hurt.’’ She kept looking him over, all she saw were the bruises that were already there last week.

There were no fresh bruises or wounds. Steve just shrugged.

‘’I got into a tiny fight, Bucky was right behind me so the other guy didn’t really get any good punches in before Buck chased him away. I’m totally fine, but Bucky wanted to make sure I was ok.’’He rolled his eyes at how dramatic his best friendwas being.

Steve hadn’t put up much of a fight when James had pushed for him to go to the clinic telling Steve they had to make sure he was ok. He knew that going to the clinic had nothing to do with his possible injuries and everything to do with the girl working the front desk.

Another girl took over the phones for Charlie while she went into nurse Jones’ office with the boys.

Steve went directly to take a seat on the small table in the middle of the office. His table as nurse Jones liked to call it, teasing him because of all the times he had came in over the last few months.

He rarely got seriously hurt but after the sprained ankle, Steve liked going to the clinic and getting checked out. It was a way for him to see his new friend and he really loved Jones. She reminded him of his mother and liked to be around her. Usually Jones would have told Steve to stop coming in unless he was really injured but everyone at the clinic was very fond of him and didn’t mind whenever he came in.

Charlie had been put on ‘’Steve Duty’’ as they called it, meaning that whenever he came in she would be the one to assess his injuries and if she saw something serious she had to go get a nurse or a doctor.

She pointed to the chair in the corner while closing the door behind Bucky.

‘’You can sit over there if you want.’’ She smiled at him before walking to Steve.

‘’I’m telling you, I’m fine.’’ Steve fussed while Charlie was examining him, turning his head slowly side to side, patting him down gently, limb by limb, to see if anything hurt and making sure that every bone was where it was supposed to be.

She hadn’t found a single thing wrong with him and sighed in relief. She took a few steps backwards and looked at Steve who was getting down from the table.

‘’Told ya I was fine’’ he said at the same time his feet touched the ground.

‘’You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to fight me.’’ She pointed a finger at him. ‘’Cuz if you don’t stop getting into trouble I’m the one who’s going to kick your ass.’’

She tried to keep a straight face and really tried to look menacing. It could have worked, but Charlie was such a sweet girl that it was impossible to take her threat seriously.

Both Steve and Bucky started laughing. Charlie looked at them and started laughing too, knowing very well how non-threatening she was.

Bucky stood up from the chair he had sat on and walked towards Steve and Charlie.

‘’It’s alright Doll, I’ll kick his ass for you.’’ losing his smile, throwing a death stare at his friend.

He looked a lot more menacing than she did.

‘’Thank you.’’ She laughed, sticking out her tongue at Steve.

‘’If I had known you two were going to team up against me, I wouldn’t have introduced the two of you.’’ Steve said, sticking out his tongue back at Charlie.

They laughed and then Charlie clapped her hands together, making both men jumped.

‘’Are you both free this weekend? I want to bring you somewhere!’’ She said, excited.

They hadn’t made any plans, and agreed to go with her and decided to meet Saturday in front of Charlie’s house and from there they would walk together.

The rest of the week went by painfully slow. Steve hadn’t come back, which was extremely surprising but comforting to know he hadn’t gotten hurt again.

On Saturday morning Charlie got up and ready, ate her breakfast and went outside to wait for the boys.

They finally came around the corner, Steve looking like his usual chipper self while Bucky looked a little... grumpy. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

‘’Good morning!’’ She greeted them once they had reached her.

‘’ ‘morning.’’ Bucky mumbled.

Charlie couldn’t help herself and laughed.

‘’It’s 10 am, how are you so tired still?’’

Bucky only shrugged as an answer and they started walking. Letting him wake up slowly, Charlie and Steve talked among themselves looking at their friend once in a while to make sure he was still following/awake.

‘’So, where are we going?’’

‘’You’ll see Stevie. Patience.’’ She grinned.

They walked for all of 10 minutes when they finally stopped in front of a tiny store. It was hidden between two bigger stores, so hidden that if you didn’t know it was there you could easily miss it. There was no sign, no name just books in the tiny window.

‘’Welcome to my little piece of heaven.’’ Charlie said while opening the door all excited.

The moment you stepped into the bookstore, you were hit by a strong smell of new and old books. It was one of the things that Charlie loved about this store.

She waved at the woman behind the register and brought the boys to the back of the store, where the shelves were.

Bucky seemed to have perked up at the sight of all the books.

The trio started walking around, looking at different books and reading a few pages here and there. Even though it wasn’t a library, they whispered the whole time they were there.

They spent an hour walking around, picking up books and putting them on the counter near the register.

‘’Let’s remember that we have to carry those books back, on foot’’ Steve reminded them while laughing.

Charlie pouted a little before putting a couple books back on the shelves, making a mental note to come back in a few days to buy them.

Once their choices were made, they paid for all their new books. The owner giving them a generous discount, joking that Charlie was the only reason they were able to keep the lights on, making her blush in the process.

This was the first of many outings. After that morning at the bookstore, they started making plans and seeing each other a few days a week. The 3 of them got along very well and had the best time when they were together.

Two weeks had gone by and they had once again made plans together. They were going to meet Charlie during her lunch break and go eat at the diner across the street from the clinic.

It was almost time for Charlie’s break and right before Bucky was about to leave his house, Steve called to tell him something had come up and he wouldn’t be able to join them.

He thought it was odd because Steve never canceled last minute but still decided to go, he didn’t want Charlie to eat alone.

Of course, this was all a part of Steve’s matchmaking plan. When they decided on eating lunch together, he had no intention on showing up.

He never felt like the third wheel when they were together but he could see that his two best friends wanted to spend some time alone, and it was totally fine with him since it was his plan from the moment he introduced them.

It was finally time for lunch, Charlie was starving and she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

She got up from her chair and told the nurse in charge that she was leaving to go to lunch and that she’ll be back in an hour.

When she stepped out of the clinic, she noticed Bucky was alone. She thought it was strange because Steve was never late.

‘’Is Steve running late?’’Charlie asked while hugging Bucky to say hello.

‘’No. He called right before I left to say something came up and he couldn’t make it.’’

Charlie raised an eyebrow, surprised. Bucky shrugged giving her a look that said I know, it’s weird.

They crossed the street to the diner and once they were inside a waitress walked them to a table in the back corner. They sat and picked up the menus.

‘’I’m so hungry.’’ Charlie almost whined, looking over all the options and it made Bucky chuckle.

The waitress came back to take their order a few minutes later. She spent most of her time at their table openly flirting with Bucky, batting her eyelashes at him and laughing every time he said something, even if it wasn’t funny.

He smiled at her, politely, but never flirted back.

Charlie had to admit she was a little bit surprised. Before meeting him, she had heard all types of rumours about Bucky and how he was always with a different girl. Those rumours were clearly wrong, otherwise he would have jumped at the chance.

She was glad he didn’t flirt back, her mood had shifted when she saw how the waitress acted. She didn’t know why and convinced herself it was because it was rude of her to flirt so shamelessly when Charlie was sitting right there, for all she knew she could have been his girlfriend and she didn’t even seem to care. It definitely wasn’t jealousy. Definitely not.

The waitress finally walked away after writing down their order.

Charlie had gotten a bit worried when Bucky told her Steve couldn’t make it, she was scared it was going to be awkward and filled with uncomfortable silences but it was the opposite.

They had no trouble finding topics of conversation, the only time it was silent between them is when they were chewing their food.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating, they had been so hungry that the minute their plates touched the table they started eating, barely stopping.

Once they were done, the waitress came over to clean up and tried getting Bucky’s attention once again and failed, again. He was too busy chatting with his friend to even notice her looks.

There was still 40 minutes left to Charlie’s lunch break so they decided to stay at the dinner.

‘’How come everybody calls you Bucky?’’

She had been wondering about his nickname since the first time she heard Steve call him that.

‘’Steve gave me that nickname when we were kids. It just stuck and now everybody calls me that. I find it almost weird when people call me by my first name.’’ He laughs. ‘’Now he only calls me Buck though. He said he didn’t like that everybody used his nickname so he had to find another one.’’

Charlie laughed, that wasn’t surprising of Steve.

‘’My full name is James Buchanan Barnes. That’s where he got the Bucky from.’’

Charlie nodded and smiled.

‘’He loves giving people nickname, doesn’t he?’’ She laughed. ‘’After we met he started calling me Char. I absolutely hate it so he’s the only one who’s allowed to use it.’’

Bucky chuckled and raised an eyebrow, curiously.

‘’What do people usually call you then?’’

She shrugged. ‘’Just Charlie.’’

‘’Well we need to fix that. You deserve to have a nickname that isn’t Char.’’ He teased and started to think.

Bucky racked his brain, trying to come up with something cute. He wasn’t really good at coming up with names. He thought of everything he knew about her.

He thought about the day they had met and finally found something. He remembered that the dress she had on the night of his birthday had flowers on it.

‘’Lily.’’ He simply said. ‘’I’m going to call you Lily now.’’

Charlie smiled, loving the nickname. It was cute.

‘’No one else can use it but me.’’ Bucky added.

Charlie laughed.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I’m the one who came up with it, other people can come up with something else. Lily is mine.’’ He smiled, proud of his idea.

Charlie tried to hide the pink that crept to her cheek when he said that Lily was his, bringing the attention back to him.

‘’Then I have to find something for you.’’ She started to think, looking at him for ideas. ‘’James Buchanan Barnes.’’ She repeated a few times out loud, hoping it would trigger something.

‘’Just call me James. You’ll be the only one.’’ He offered, he just loved hearing his first name coming out of her mouth.

It sounded different from when other people said it and he was embarrassed of how much of an effect her saying his name had on him. Charlie smiled brightly at him.

‘’Sold?’’

‘’Sold.’’ He grinned.

Charlie extended her hand towards Bucky and stuck out her pinky finger. He looked at her, confused as what she was doing.

‘’We just made a deal, we have to pinky promise now.’’

He laughed softly, thinking she was adorable. He stuck out his pinky finger, amused, and wrapped it around hers, sealing the ‘’deal’’ witha promise.

Letting go of each other’s hand, Charlie was about to change topics when she noticed Bucky wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, instead he was focused on the conversation the people sitting at the table behind him were having.

She hadn’t noticed them before now, but as soon as she laid eyes on them she quickly understood why Bucky started listening. They were in full uniforms.

Soldiers.

The two of them were talking about how the war overseas was getting worse and not enough men were enlisting. In a few months, they would have to draft any man over 18 that was healthy enough to go fight.

Charlie looked at Bucky, he looked like he had seen a ghost and looked a lot paler than usual.

Steve had told her once how both their fathers had been in the army, fightingf or their country. Both had died.

Steve wanted to be like his dad, he tried to enlist every chance he got but because of his health issues he kept being denied. He had also told her how Bucky felt about about it all.

He wanted to honor his dad, make him proud but he was scared to die. Rightfully so.

Charlie saw the panic in his eyes and brought his attention back to her.

‘’Hey.’’She said softly, ‘’Let’s get out of here, yeah?’’

He simply nodded and they got up.

They paid and left, crossing the street back to the clinic.

Bucky hadn’t said a single word since he had heard the soldiers talking.

Charlie started to worry, not because he wasn’t talking but because it seemed like his thoughts were going a mile a minute.

‘’Bucky.’’

Nothing.

‘’James.’’

Finally, he looked at her. He tried to smile to reassure her, seeing how worried she looked but she saw right through it.

She reached out and took his hand gently.

‘’It’s going to be ok, James.’’

She gave his hand a squeeze and he squeezed back. Hearing her say his name brought a genuine smile to his face.

Charlie had to go back to work, even though she didn’t want to.

It didn’t feel right to leave him like this but she really had no choice if she wanted to keep her job.

Bucky stepped towards her, bringing her to his chest and hugging her tightly, as if he was scared of what would happen if he let go.

She wasn’t used to this.

They had hugged before but never like this. It was always a bit hesitant, the both of them being shy, it only lasted a few seconds but not this time.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him back, just as tightly.

She hated seeing him like this and the way he hugged her broke her heart.

She hold on to him, only letting go when he did, not a second before.

She promised she would call him as soon as she got home that night.

‘’Thank you.’’ He finally spoke.

Thanking her for making him feel better, not pressing him with a bunch of questions.

He knew Steve had probably told her about his dad but they didn’t need to talk about it for her to know what was wrong. She was just there when he needed her and it made him feel less alone.

He was thankful he didn’t need to talk for her to understand how he was feeling. He wasn’t sure he could find the words, anyway.

He smiled one more time at her, but it wasn’t his usual, brighter-than-the-sun smile. He looked sad.

She smiled back at him, trying to look as reassuring as she possibly could, not really sure if she was succeeding.

He started walking home and she waited until she couldn’t see him anymore before going inside.

The whole afternoon she thought of the emotions in Bucky’s eyes, her heart heavy in her chest.

As soon as her shift was over, she rushed home. Keeping her promise, she called Bucky the second she got home.

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imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years

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In Real Life

(Connor x Reader)

A/N: this is inspired by the demi lovato song of the same title that I randomly remembered from when i was a kid that i totally didn't discover from a hetalia fic 👁️👄👁️

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Gavin Reed. He was an..... interesting character. Most people thought he was a trouble making asshole, and they weren't exactly wrong. He liked to pick fights, mostly with androids, and he held this arrogant air around him. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable of kindness, how to have a fun time, and believe it or not he was actually kind of funny. You supposed that was why you started to like him.

At first you only agreed to go on a date with him so he'd leave you alone. But one date turned into two. Then three. Then, before you knew it you found yourself living with him, and carrying the title of his 'girlfriend'. Honestly, you didn't really hate that idea.

He was kind enough, and funny enough, he was just enough to cure your crippling case of loneliness. So you let yourself fall for him. After all, there weren't really any other options for you at the moment. At least, not that you were aware of. But unbeknownst to you, a certain android had a budding crush on you.

You had been dating Gavin for a couple of months and things were....okay. Not bad, but not ideal either. You just chalked it up to your hopeless romantic nature expecting too much of him, and unrealistic. So, you settled with the mediocre relationship. It wasn't like he was abusive in any way. He had just been growing more and more distant, to say the least.

You wouldn't really ever go on fun dates out anymore. Unless you counted the weekends you would follow him to a bar. Where he would get shitfaced which then you would have to drag him to your shared apartment before he started a fight with someone. But those nights were hardly romantic. The only remotely romantic element being him managing to convince you to sleep with him.

Most days, he would stay home to hang out for no more than a couple of hours. But then he'd be off doing god knows what for the rest of the night. He'd rarely even be there when you woke up either. He would always just say it was because he had work he needed to do.

You brushed never questioned him about all the excuses, telling yourself that he was a detective. He must have been needed quite a lot. Or maybe he even just wanted his own time. That was fine. He was allowed to want his alone time. So you put up with it, even though it was causing little cracks in your heart every time. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that told you that you deserved more than this. A certain someone would have to agree.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were laying in your bed, and Gavin was getting dressed and ready to leave. You held back the urge to sigh as you watched him, a hint of sadness in your (e/c) eyes. Sitting up slightly, you cleared your throat. You already knew the answer to what you were about to ask, but it was worth a shot.

"So, when are you gunna be home?" you asked, a hopeful tinge to your voice.

"Dunno, probably not til late. I got work, but I'll let you know," he said as he shrugged on his jacket.

"Okay..." you replied quietly.

"I gotta go, cya later," he said, stopping at your bedroom door, sparing you a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Okay, bye," you waved, offering him a small smile.

With that, he was gone once again. When you heard the front door shut you let out a long sigh. You layed back down and stared up at the ceiling, letting your mind wonder. After a few moments the buzzing of your phone caught your attention. You rolled over onto your side and grabbed it, turning it on and punching in your passcode. You opened the messages app and a smile appeared on your face when you read the text.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Hello, (Y/n). How are you doing this evening? :)

You couldn't help but chuckle at the little smiley face. You taught him how to make the basic emote faces and you thought it was adorable every time he used one. Almost immediately, you typed up your reply.

(Y/n): Hey Con! I'm ok, you?

Connor was your best friend. Ever since he first waltzed into the prescinct you found him intriguing. The thing thing that brought you two together at first was because you defended him from Gavin, and anyone else who bullied the poor android. You really didn't understand why they were all so mean to him.

You thought the detective android was amazing in every single way. Not only was his detective work unmatched, but he was also such a sweetheart, and honestly so unintentionally hilarious, not to mention he was very attractive. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what it would be like to date him. He would honestly be the perfect boyfriend. But you doubted he'd think of you in a romantic way.

Connor had only become a deviant not too long ago. So trying to flirt with him would feel wrong anyways. But being friends with him was something you could do. You always knew he was so much more than a machine on a mission. When he came to you to tell you he had become deviant you immediately pulled him into a hug, much like Hank did. Little did you know that your hug would awaken feelings in him for you he never knew were possible, yet felt as if they'd always been there.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: I'm doing good. May I ask why you're just okay? Is something wrong?

His concern made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A feeling that you were supposed to feel from your boyfriend. Your previous smile dropped as you stared at the question on the screen. You trusted Connor with your life but you didn't know if you should tell him what was bothering you. With a soft sigh, you typed up your response.

(Y/n): No no I'm fine. It's just one of those days y'know?

(Y/n): But I really appreciate your concern :)

You felt bad for lying to him, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do about your little predicament. You were grateful you didn't have to have this conversation face to face, otherwise he would have most definitely caught you in your lie. Yet even through text, Connor wasn't very convinced but he didn't want to press even further.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh, ok. Let me know if you need anything (Y/n) and I'll be there. :)

Once again, his message brought a smile to your face, along with that funky feeling in your stomach. Oh how you wished Gavin could make you feel this special.

(Y/n): Thank you Connor :3

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: What is that?

You chuckled softly at the android's endearing cluelessness when it came to texting. God he was adorable.

(Y/n): It's a face! Like a dog or a cat face

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh.

Connor: :3

You couldn't help but giggle at the incoming text.

(Y/n): Cute! :D

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Anyways, I shouldn't keep you up any further. It's late, you should sleep.

You glanced up to the corner of your phone and saw the time read 1:43 am. He definitely wasn't wrong, and as if on cue your body let out a long yawn.

(Y/n): Yeah you're probably right. Goodnight Connor.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Goodnight (Y/n) :3

You chuckled and shook your head as you turned your phone off, placing it over your heart. An absent-minded dreamy sigh fell past your lips and you placed your phone over on your nightstand. You got comfortable in under the covers and fluttered your eyes shut before you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up at the sound of your alarm, you weren't surprised to find the space beside you empty. No kisses, no breakfast made for you, not even the presence of your boyfriend. You were used to that by now though. It's almost as if you were still single. With a little huff, you got up and started getting ready for work.

You weren't a detective like Gavin, but you did work at the station with him, and with Connor. Almost as soon as you thought about your favorite android, you saw your phone light up in your peripherals. You didn't even need to read who it was from before a smile stretched across your face.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Good morning (Y/n). I hope you slept well. I look forward to seeing you.

(Y/n): Thanks Connor, I slept alright. I'm leaving now so I'll see you soon.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: See you soon (Y/n) :)

With that, you shut your phone off and tucked it away into your purse before leaving the apartment. You locked the door behind you and ledt to go down to your car. The smile Connor's morning texts brought you stayed on your face the whole ride to work. You had a feeling today was going to be a great day.

The hours of the day rolled by seamlessly, and for the most part, your little feeling was right. You didn't have that many reports to fill out and Connor wasn't out on any cases with Hank so you got to talk with him a lot. The only thing that kind of disappointed you was the lack of attention you got from your boyfriend. You tried not to let that get you down, but Connor could sense that you weren't 100%.

It was currently 7:45pm and you were finally ready to head home. After gathering your belongings, you looked around for Gavin. You were a little confused when you couldn't find him, but just assumed he went home before you. Wouldn't be the first time. As your eyes scanned the prescinct, they met a pair of warm chocolate brown ones. Your lips almost immediately curled up into a smile when you recognized who they belonged to.

"Hello, (Y/n). Are you done for the day?" he asked, returning your smile with a lopsided smile of his own.

He had yet to master the whole smiling thing without looking awkward. But it cute nonetheless.

"Yep, you?" you responded, popping the 'p'.

"Yes, Hank is waiting for me in the car," he nodded.

"Then you probably shouldn't keep him waiting before he leaves without you," you chuckled.

"Right," he agreed almost sheepishly.

"C'mon, we can walk out together," you offered with a smile.

Connor's own smile widened and he nodded enthusiastically, "I would like that."

You lead the way to the exit and Connor followed. As you got to the door, Connor quickly stepped ahead of you and opened the door for you. A soft chuckle escaped you and you felt a slight warmth rise up into your cheeks. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the android detective.

"Why thank you kind sir," you said with a grin.

"Of course, my lady/lord," he replied with a cheeky little smile as he exited after you.

As he walked you over to your car, the sudden sound of a car's horn made you jump. You turned your head to Hank's beat up old car.

"Connor, hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving your ass here!" you heard the older man yell from his car.

"Coming Lieutenant!" Connor called after him.

He then turned to you with a soft smile, "Goodnight (Y/n), I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Connor," you replied with a wave as he jogged over to Hank's car.

You and Connor locked eyes once more before you both got into your seperate vehicles. You swore you felt your heart skip a beat, and as soon as you were in your car you let out a girlish giggle. Today was definitely a great day.

You pulled up in front of the apartment building and parked along the curb. Gavin only had one parking spot and that was reserved for his truck, so you had to park infront of the building. Not that you really minded. Stepping out of the car, you locked it before entering the building. As you rode the elevator up to your floor you wondered if Gavin would be home. Maybe if you were lucky you could watch a movie together and cuddle to wrap up this perfect day.

When you arrived at your door you slid in your key to unlock to door only to find it was already unlocked. Huh that was weird. You just shrugged it off, assuming Gavin just left it unlocked for you. However when you entered the apartment and begun to take your jacket off you paused when your eyes landed on a pair of heels that weren't your own.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach when you heard hushed giggles and moans coming from deeper in the apartment. You dropped your bag by the door and closed it quietly before slowly creeping down the hall. The closer you got to the origin of the noises the louder they got and they were coming from the bedroom. The sound of your heart racing pounded in your ears as you recognized one of the voices to be Gavin's, your supposed boyfriend. The other voice was another woman's, and it didn't take much to put two and two together.

Your feet stopped on your venture forward and you stood frozen like a deer in headlights. The forming of tears stung your eyes and you felt your throat tightening. You could almost hear your heart breaking over the faint voices echoed in your mind. After a few moments of you just standing there, processing what was happening, you turned on your heel and grabbed your bag before slamming the door shut. There was no doubt they would heard that, and you hoped they did.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes and you tried so hard to keep them from spilling as you rushed into the elevator. You didn't want or need to face him or the woman he had cheated on you with. There was nothing he could say that would make it okay. That would stop you from leaving him like you knew you should have a long time ago.

It was only when you got into your car when you finally let the tears that threatened to spill fall down your face. Never before have you felt so stupid in your entire life. So much of you time and love poured into someone who never gave a shit about you. You hit the side of the steering wheel multiple times with a frustrated and hurt groan. After the anger had subsided you leaned your forehead against the wheel and just cried.

It had been a solid five minutes before you were able to steady your breathing and calm down a little. Your eyes glanced back to the apartment, with a shaky sigh you put the key into the ignition and started your car. You didn't have a set destination in mind but you just needed to go anywhere else but here.

You seemed to drive on autopilot because without even realizing it you ended up driving to the address of Lieutenant Anderson. Since you had made the mistake of moving in with Gavin, you really didn't have anywhere else to go. You hoped he wouldn't mind if you crashed there for a couple of days with a little persuasion from Connor. The moment you thought about the android you felt yourself feel just a little bit better. You knew that if anyone would be able to lift your spirits, it was him.

Within less than a half hour you arrived at the residence of Hank, Sumo, and as of recently, Connor. You parked by the curb and turned off your car. Taking a few deep breaths, you looked at yourself in the mirror and realized how much of a mess you looked. Your eyes were red, puffy, and glossy with fresh tears. But at this point you were beyond caring about how you looked.

With a soft huff you pulled yourself out of your car and headed up to the door. You wasted no more time before knocking on the door a couple of times. Looking over your shoulder you noticed Hank's car wasn't in the driveway. Must have been out at a bar or something. Your attention was brought back to the door when you heard it unlocking and being pulled open. Connor's eyes widened at the sight of you and his LED shifted into a yellow as he immediately scanned you for any bodily harm.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, worry evident in his voice and soft eyes.

"H-He cheated on me," was all you said, your barely audible voice cracking as you fought off a second round of tears.

The androids features softened and he opened the door wider for you to step inside. You offered him a weak grateful smile as you walked into the humble abode. He closed the door behind you before offering to take your coat, like the gentleman he was. After he took you to trudged over to the couch and sunk down onto it. You hadn't even been there five minutes and you already felt more at home than you did spending months at his place.

A smile tugged at your lips when the saint bernard, Sumo, came up and layed at your feet. You leaned down and pet through his thick fur.

"Hey buddy," you mumbled to the canine.

Your attention was brought back up to Connor when he took a seat next to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked kind of awkwardly.

You shook your head, "No, not really."

Connor nodded in understanding. He wasn't quite sure what else to say. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit. He was about to open his mouth to speak but shut it once you leaned your head against his shoulder, your eyes trained on the dog that layed by your feet. Connor tensed at the contact and you were just about to move away and apologize when he slowly wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)," Connor almost whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you.

"Yeah, me too," you said sadly, sighing shakily.

You felt the tears coming back and your breath becoming more uneven but you made no attempt to stop it. Connor must have noticed too because he shifted slightly and used his other hand to pull you into his chest. This time it was you who had tensed at the sudden hug, and soon you completely melted into his touch. You buried your face into his chest and clutched onto his jacket like your life depended on it, meanwhile Connor soothingly pet your hair.

"He didn't deserve you anyways," he mumbled, mostly to himself.

A long period of time passed where none of you said a word. Connor just held you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. He thought he hated Gavin before you two started dating, now the next time he saw him he was going to have some words for him. Connor wished he had said something to you before you got hurt, but it was too late for that now so he was content to be here for you now. He hated to admit it, but he actually really like the position you two were in, minus the you crying thing of course.

A couple more minutes passed until Connor realized that you had seemed to calm down. He looked down at you and just as he was about to call your name he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You must have been so exhausted that you cried yourself to sleep. Slowly, Connor picked you up bridal style before laying you down onto the couch. He had to snap himself out of staring at your sleeping form in order to get you a spare blanket. When he came back he gently laid the blanket over you then hesitantly leaned down closer to you.

"Sleep well, (Y/n)," he whispered before leaning in further to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

In the morning, you were awoken by the potent smell of bacon in the air. You stirred a bit before your eyes fluttered open, taking in your surroundings. It took a moment to realize where you were, and what exactly happened the night before. When you looked up to see Hank making his way over to the couch you sat up to give him room. You assumed Connor had filled him in after you fell asleep because he didn't ask why you were here, only mumbling a 'mornin'.

You offered him a small smile in response and rubbed your eyes. Looking over, you saw Connor in the kitchen and got up to join him. When he noticed you at his side he offered you a bright smile.

"Good morning, (Y/n). How did you sleep?" he asked, his eyes going back to the bacon he was cooking up.

"As well as you'd expect sleeping on a couch. Whatcha doing?" you nodded down to the food he was making.

"Making you breakfast, of course," he said as if it were obvious.

"Really?" your eyes widened and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"I hope you don't mind," he added once he saw your reaction, suddenly doubting his actions.

"No, no! I don't mind at all, it's just..... Something I'm not used to," you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Well, as long as you stay with us I'll make you whatever you want whenever you want," he grinned, proud of himself.

Your lips curled up into a wide smile and you went up on your tippy toes, pressing a quick peck to his cheek, "Thanks Con."

"Uh- N-No problem (Y/n)," he stuttered, a light blue starting to tint his cheeks.

Maybe all your romantic daydreams weren't so unrealistic after all. You just had to know where to look. Maybe you should be thanking Gavin. Yeah, a nice thank you with your fist would do just fine.

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A/N: oops i meant for this to be like 2500 words and it turned out to be nearly 4000- Anywayss hope y'all enjoyed!

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #detroit rk800 #detroit become human #detroit #dbh rk800

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Vacation on Isle Esme

Word Count: 6,989 Demetri x OC Part 7. Warning; Fluff, NSFW

“What’s going on with Ally?” Felix asked over Carlisle’s shoulder “I don’t know Felix, Demetri can’t wake her” Carlisle replies “I’ll get the plane ready and go and bring them home” Felix replies leaving the room “Demetri, Felix is coming out to Rio to bring you both home” Carlisle advises him “I know you’re worried but you need to stay calm, as long as Ally’s breathing she’ll be ok. Gently lay her on her side on the bed and pack your things because as soon Felix arrives you need to be ready to leave, ok?” Carlisle continues “O-Ok. T-Thank you Carlisle” Demetri replies low.

Ally woke up in Demetri’s arms “D-Demi” “Oh Ally” He breathed “Don’t ever scare me like that again” He kissed her forehead holding her closer to him “I-I’m sorry. I’d been sick…and… felt a bit lightheaded…and…and… I’m guessing I passed out” She replied softly “I came back and found you on the bathroom floor…I-I couldn’t wake you” He said low “I’m sorry” “You’re awake, safe and in my arms, that’s all I care about for now. Felix will be here soon and Carlisle is waiting for us back at the castle” He says quietly as she snuggles into him “I love you Dem” “I love you too.”

“Demetri, Ally” Felix calls out when he arrives “In here” Demetri calls out; Felix enters the bedroom and sees them both lying on the bed, Ally’s eyes closed “Is…Is she ok?” Felix asks voice shaky “Yea, she came round a few hours ago. She’s sleeping now though” Felix nods “I can’t begin to tell you how scared I was Fe, when I came back and found her…” Demetri trailed off looking into the bathroom “I can imagine D…Come on let’s get you both home, Carlisle’s waiting for you” Demetri nods and carries Ally out of the house as Felix grabs the suitcases.

Once back in the castle Carlisle comes to Demetri and Ally’s room to check on her “How are you feeling Ally?” He asks “Nauseous, a little light-headed again” Ally answered quietly “Ok, let’s have a look at you” Carlisle adds but before he can Ally runs into the bathroom and throws up what little food she ate for breakfast. “Carlisle is-is she going to ok?” Demetri asks concern clearly shown on his face “I can’t lose her” “Yes Demetri. She’ll be just fine as long as she takes my advice and you support her 100%” Carlisle replies “Of course I’ll support her. Why wouldn’t I?” Demetri says as he walks into the bathroom; putting her hair into a low ponytail before sitting down beside her rubbing her back gently. “Ally, I know what’s wrong with you” Carlisle says standing in the bathroom doorway “W-What is it?” She asks low not looking up “You’re pregnant Ally” Carlisle replies “Pr-pregnant? But th-that’s not…Oh my god…” Ally struggles to string a reply together before throwing up again. She looks over at Demetri; a look of surprise clearly shown in on his face. “How?” Demetri asks “Well now Demetri at your age I would have thought you knew how babies were made” Carlisle said smirking; Ally choked back a laugh “I know that Carlisle, I meant how could I let this happen? Aro told us how after seeing Edward’s and Renesmee’s thoughts that Bella died just after she gave birth…” Ally put her hand on his arm “I should have remembered that. I should been more careful with you mi amore” He turned her to face him and looked into her eyes “Forgive me. Please” He begged low “There is nothing to forgive my love. I get to have a baby with you, my husband, the man I love” She cups his face in her hands and places a kiss to his lips.

“All that matters now is that Ally follows my advice” Carlisle says “Of course Carlisle. Will you be staying until the baby arrives?” “Yes. I’ll be your doctor through this. I know what to expect this time around. You will need to drink blood daily as the baby requires it and it’ll help keep you healthy through the pregnancy. I will perform a caesarean when it’s time to deliver the baby. We just need to work out roughly how far along you are” Carlisle replies “She needs to drink blood? But she’s human Carlisle” Demetri asks thinking he may have heard wrong “Yes Demetri. We figured that out a little late with Bella I’m afraid” “Ok. When do I need to start drinking blood Carlisle?” She asked “As soon as possible” He replied.

There was a knock on the door “Hi baby girl. How are you feeling?” Renee asks as she wraps her arms around Ally “I’m ok mom” She replied “Do you know why you passed out whilst you were away?” “Yes mom. It turns out I’m pregnant” Ally responds “W-what? How is that possible?” Renee asks shocked “It turns out that male vampires are able to father children with human females. We only found this out last year when Bella got pregnant” Carlisle replies “Wait. Bella’s a mom too? Why wasn’t I told?” “Because Bella’s a vampire now and humans aren’t allowed to know about us” Carlisle replies “Bella only has Charlie in her life because of her friend Jake” He adds “I need you mom” Ally tightens her hold around Renee “I’m here baby girl” Renee says holding Ally closer stroking her hair “Are you happy about the news?” “Yes mom. We are” “Then congratulations to you both” Renee says smiling reaching out to Demetri who steps forward wrapping one arm around Ally and the other around Renee “Thank you Renee” He says low.

Once Carlisle and Renee leave, Ally goes to the closet to change and places her hand on her stomach “I-I have a baby bump” She says low, Demetri having followed her into the closet now notices the slight swelling of Ally’s stomach and wrapped him arms around her from behind resting his hands on her bump “How-how did I not notice before?” “We were otherwise engaged Demi” She says chuckling lightly, she feels him smile against her neck “You look so beautiful darling” He spoke softly in her ear before placing a kiss to her temple “I love you cara and I’m right here with you” Ally smiled and turned in his arms “I love you too Dem”

The following day Carlisle comes to check on Ally bringing her some blood bags, Esme coming with him. Alice and Jasper come by shortly afterwards “Congratulations you two” Alice says grinning wide, gently hugging Ally then Demetri. “You know you’re going to have to stop sending human/vampire couples to Isle Esme for their honeymoon, right mom? Because we’re currently two for two. There’s obviously ‘something’ about that place” Jasper says laughing; Esme smiles but doesn’t answer him as Carlisle and Demetri choke back a laugh “Yea, mom and Marcus are not allowed to go to Isle Esme together whilst she’s still human” Ally says pointing at Carlisle and Esme; both of them nodding at her smiling.

The following morning Demetri, Ally and Felix are watching TV and Demetri is making sure Ally drinks the cup of blood Carlisle bought by as she’s snuggled up beside him. “Hi sweetie, just me. Thought we could catch up” Jane said as she entered the room. “Sounds good” Ally replies “So what happened with you and Felix after we left for Rio? I mean you two were dancing all evening together” Ally asks curiously. “Felix walked me back to me room at the end of the night and kissed me goodnight. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant” Jane replies with a little smile “Aww. That’s so sweet” Ally says smiling at Jane and Felix. “That goodnight kiss became two…which then led to something more intimate” Felix said smiling; Jane looked at her hands, if she was human she’d be blushing “See Dem I told you there was something between them” Ally says nudging Demetri’s arm “Just because they spent the night together it doesn’t mean they’re actually together though” He says eyeing Felix who just smirks at him “He held me in his arms afterwards, like how Demetri holds you when you sleep” Jane says quietly “Aww so does this mean…” Ally started but stopped when Felix wrapped his arms around Jane and she snuggled into his side “Told you” Ally whispers low in Demetri’s ear; Demetri smiles “Wonder what Alec thinks about the two of you” He muses “I think it’s funny that Jane still pain drops his ass despite them being intimate with one another” Alec answers smiling, entering the room.

“How’s Ally doing?” Felix asked as he entered Demetri’s room a few nights later “She’s doing ok. Carlisle said she’s handling the pregnancy better than Bella did, but I think that’s due to Carlisle knowing what to expect this time around. I mean Ally has been drinking blood since we got back whereas apparently it took them about a week before they realised that Bella needed to drink blood to get her through it” “Well that’s good at least. You’re lucky Carlisle extended his stay with us” Felix replied “Yea, I don’t think it was luck, I think it was Alice” Demetri said smiling looking down Ally asleep in his arms “You think she knew?” “Yes Fe, I think at some point whilst we were away, she had a vision and told Carlisle. He called me just after I found her passed out; asked me if she was ok. He seemed too calm and wasn’t surprised by her symptoms, in fact he had a supply of blood bags ready and waiting for her” “Never thought of it like that before, either way it’s a good thing they’re here” Felix added, Demetri nodded.

Demetri, Felix and Alec had to go on a mission to deal with a few rogues in Spain and were gone for two days; so Ally decided to use some of this time to google baby names; writing down some ideas to discuss with Demetri when he got back.

The night he returns home Demetri and Alyssa sit and discuss baby names in front of the fire “We need to have a think about baby names” Demetri said looking at Ally. “I’m already ahead of you. I had a think about baby names whilst you were away and decided that I’d like to honour your Greek heritage; so I googled Greek names and for a girl I wrote down my three favourite; Catalina – it means chaste / pure, Olena – means torch of light and Sirena – meaning enchantress. My favourite three for a boy are; Galen – it means calm / peaceful, Nikolaos – means victor of people and Xander – means defender of man. What do you think?” She asks holding his hands in hers “Wow! You have given it some thought and it means a lot to me that you want to honour my Greek heritage. I quite like Catalina for a girl and Galen for a boy” Demetri responded smiling “We really are made for each other” Demetri looks at her eyebrow raised “Those were my favourite names from the list too. Did you have any ideas?” “No, that’s why I thought we could discuss baby names, but we have our favourites now.” Demetri replied smiling. “Ok then but for now it’s Baby Volturi” Ally said placing a hand on her baby bump; one of Demetri’s hands doing the same.

Later that night Demetri held Ally in his arms as she slept ‘I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad’ he thought to himself smiling. Ally was woken up by the baby moving about “Oh” She said rolling over feeling the baby kick “Give me your hand Demi” She says placing his hand on her belly “What are you…” He was cut off when he felt the baby kick his hand; Ally looked over to see shock then happiness wash over his face. The baby kicked again “Not sure he’s a fan of your cold hands” She laughed “Or maybe he’s just saying hi to daddy, isn’t that right little one?” Demetri says to her belly and the baby kicks again “See daddy was right” He sounded a bit smug; he then proceeded to talk to the baby quietly whilst Ally went back to sleep, telling the baby all about how he met mommy, how he’s looking forward to meeting him and how he will love and protect them both forever.

Ally woke up to find Demetri on his laptop beside her in bed “Morning mi amore. Sleep well?” “Morning Demi. Mmm once the baby stopped kicking” She replied “What are up to?” “Looking online at cribs, never realised there were so many to choose from, but I like this one. It’s light brown in colour so it will go well in the nursery. It’s easy to assemble and turns into bed when they’re old enough to need one” He replies “That sounds great Demi” “Glad you like it as it arrives the day after tomorrow”

They turned the empty room opposite theirs into a nursery for the baby; everyone lending a hand to get everything ready for the baby’s arrival. The walls were painted cream and Esme and Ally painted a jungle themed mural on one wall complete with tigers. Alice and Jasper bought a pair of big stuffed elephants that sat in a corner near some brightly coloured building blocks “We couldn’t decide between the blue or beige elephant so we bought both” Alice said smiling “Of course you did” Ally replied smiling. Demetri assembled the crib and the chest of drawers on his own refusing any help but he let Felix put the shelves up when Felix declared it was his ‘duty’ as uncle to help get the room prepared.

Renee and Ally celebrated Christmas with Marcus and Demetri by watching Christmas movies together whilst Renee and Ally ate a small Christmas dinner, although Ally had to drink a glass of blood afterwards in order to satisfy the baby’s need “Sorry mom, this must seem weird to you” Ally said low apologising to Renee “Don’t apologise. I get it the baby needs blood; he is half vampire after all. I’m just looking forward to meeting the little one” Renee replies smiling “I think it’s time we exchanged presents” Marcus said handing Renee two beautifully wrapped presents; the first one being a deep blue knee length short sleeve dress, the second being a first edition copy of her favourite book ‘Pride and Prejudice’ “Thank you Marcus, the dress is gorgeous and I love the book” She kisses his lips “This is for you. I hope you like it” Renee said handing him his gift; a copy of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ “It’s perfect mi amore” Marcus said giving Renee a kiss “I noticed your copy was looking a bit battered and I wasn’t sure what else to get you” She replied smiling. Demetri handed Ally a beautifully wrapped box and inside was mosaic photo frame with the word ‘Family’ across the top “I thought we could put pictures of us and the baby in it. I hear humans do that sort of thing” He said looking at Ally with a big grin “We do and it’s a great idea, thank you” She kissed his lips and gave him a hug before passing him his gift; ‘First Time Parent’ parenting book “Figured it would help you and Felix out whilst I’m going through my transformation” She said smiling wide; Renee and Marcus trying not to laugh “I love it thank you. I must confess I bought a parenting book myself a few days ago” He responded wrapping his arms around her “I have no idea how to take care of a baby so I’m hoping your mom helps too” He added looking at Renee “Of course I’ll help that’s what Nanas are for” She replied smiling and snuggled into Marcus’ side.

Everyone gathered on the castle roof to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks that were being let off around the city “Happy New Year mi amore” Demetri whispered in Ally’s Ear “Happy New Year to you too” She leant up placing a kiss to his lips.

January 6th – Baby Volturi’s arrival.

Carlisle and Jasper had turned one of the guest rooms into a make-shift hospital room ready for Ally’s caesarean. That morning Demetri was fussing over Ally “How are you? Do you need anything? How’s the baby?” “Demi calm down, I’m fine; the baby’s fine, the only thing I need is you. Come and sit with me…I need a hug” She replied patting the space beside her on the sofa; he sat beside her and gently held her burying his nose in her hair letting her scent calm him. A few hours later Demetri and Ally made their way to the room Carlisle had set up for them; he and Renee were waiting for them “How are you today Ally?” Carlisle asked as Demetri helped her get comfortable on the bed “I’m ok thanks, just a little nervous” She answered low “You’ll be ok, I promise. You’ve handled your pregnancy a lot better than Bella handled hers, but then I knew what to expect this time” He said reassuringly “I’ll be here with you the entire time amore” Demetri says softly stroking her hair and placing a kiss to her forehead. Renee was acting as the nurse as Demetri didn’t want any other vampires in the room with them due to the blood. “Dem you can wait outside if you need to; please don’t make yourself uncomfortable” Ally squeezes his hand a little “Ally I’m fine and there is nowhere else I would rather be right now” Demetri kisses the back of her hand his eyes closed; his forehead resting gently against hers, Renee watching them with a big smile on her face ‘He truly does love and adore her’ she thinks to herself. The silence in the room is broken with the soft cries of a baby “Congratulations it’s a healthy baby girl” Carlisle says handing the baby to Demetri.

Demetri looked down at his newborn daughter in his arms and the first thing he noticed was her blue eyes…his blue eyes; the blue eyes he lost when he became immortal. He fell in love for the second time in his long life “Hello little one, I’m your daddy and I love you so very much. I will protect you and your mommy forever” He placed a kiss to her forehead and breathed in her scent then looking up at his mate he smiled “Thank you. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have in this life, a family. I think I love you more now than ever Ally” He leant down capturing her lips in a soft kiss “I didn’t do it on my own handsome; she’s fifty percent you, so thank you to you too.” She said smiling before kissing him “I love you so much Demi”

“Sorry to interrupt the lovely moment but I think there’s another one” Carlisle says looking at Demetri. Demetri's eyes widen in shock. “Santo cazzo…” He breathed, the swear word slipping out effortlessly. Carlisle's eyebrows raised, but he didn't say anything. "There's…there's two..?? You're telling me I have two children..?" Demetri added, an awed smile appearing on his face as he exchanged a glance with Ally. She looked just as blindsided as he felt in that moment. He couldn’t believe it; he had been blessed with not just one, but two beautiful children, to help carry on his bloodline.

“Let me hold her Dem” Ally asked and he passed her their daughter to hold. Carlisle then handed Demetri his newborn son; who had Ally’s chocolate brown eyes. Demetri looked down at his son and fell in love for the third time in his long life “Hello son, I’m your daddy and I love you so very much” He held him close; his eyes filling with venom “I’ll protect you forever too” Demetri placed a kiss to his head; breathing in his scent “He’s perfect. They’re both perfect. Thank you Ally, mi amore.” He kissed her lips softly “He’s fifty percent you too Demi” Ally chuckled.

Carlisle stitched Ally up leaving her with a neat scar and administered some morphine for the pain. “Thank you Carlisle. I really appreciate everything you have done for us” Demetri said shaking his hand “You’re very welcome. I’m glad things worked out for you both” Carlisle replied smiling.

There’s a knock at the door “Only us” Esme says and she and Marcus enter the room “Hi Ally, how are you?” Esme asks “I’m ok thanks to Carlisle, mom and Demi” She replies “Would you like to meet our grandchildren Marcus?” Renee asks “I would love…wait…grandchildren?” He asks surprised “Yes master; Ally and I have son and a daughter” Demetri replies, smiling proudly “Congratulations my dear boy” Marcus smiled wide shaking his hand “And you Ally my dear are most amazing. Congratulations” He kisses her forehead “Thank you Marcus” Ally says smiling. Marcus moves to stand by Renee who is now holding their granddaughter; Demetri sits beside Ally as he passes their son to her. “Have you decided on their names?” Esme asked curious “Well we had a boy’s name and a girl’s name picked out ready as we didn’t know what we were having, so I suppose we can use both names now. Demetri would you like to tell them?” Ally asked smiling; Demetri nodded and smiled back “I’d like to introduce you all to our son Galen Volturi and our daughter Catalina Volturi” “Beautiful names and Greek if I’m not mistaken” Esme replies “Thank you. Ally wanted to honour my Greek heritage so she googled Greek baby names” Demetri replied smiling “I love the names you’ve chosen” Renee adds smiling.

Carlisle carried Ally carefully back to her and Demetri’s shared room so Demetri could turn her whilst Renee and Esme cleaned and dressed the twins, staying in the guest room with them whilst Demetri and Ally spent a little bit of time together before he changed her “I’ll be in the hallway if you need me Demetri” Carlisle said “Thank you.”

Demetri climbed on the bed carefully beside Ally and wrapped his arm around her “I just want to hold you once more before I turn you. I’m going to miss hearing your heartbeat when I hold you and when you sleep bedside me. I’m also going to miss your warmth. I love you so much Ally.” “I love you too” Ally responds; he unwraps his arm from her and positions himself so he is hovering above her, leaning down he kisses her neck, venom collecting in his mouth before biting her; letting his venom flow through her system, he then licks the wound to close it. “I’ll see you in a few days mi amore” He kisses her lips and rests his forehead against hers “I love you.”

Esme and Renee bring the twins to Demetri’s room and place them in the crib together “I’m going to have to get another crib as soon as possible, now there’s two babies” Demetri said “In fact we’re going to have a second set of everything” He continued “It was definitely a surprise when Carlisle said there was a second baby” Renee added “Would you like us to change Ally into something different?” Esme asks “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind. There’s a green sleeveless dress hanging up in her closet” Demetri replies. Renee and Esme change Ally into the dress and brush her hair out before leaving and going back to their rooms “I’ll be back a little later to help with the twins” Renee says as she gets ready to leave “Thank you Renee, I’d appreciate that” He replies.

Just as Renee and Esme leave Felix comes to see Demetri “”Hey Fe come meet my beautiful children” He said pride evident in his voice “Children as in plural?” Felix sounded shocked; Demetri chuckled “Yes Fe, Ally had twins. I have a son and a daughter and they’re gorgeous… perfect, like their mom” “Congratulations D. Our little human really is amazing” Felix replied looking at Ally and smiling “She not our little human any more Fe. She’s going through her transformation” “She’s still amazing and looks so peaceful D” “Carlisle gave her some morphine after her caesarean so that’s helping with the initial part of the transformation” Demetri smiled lovingly at Ally.

Meanwhile Ally is going through her transformation; ‘I felt Demi kiss my neck before he bit me letting his venom enter my system…the initial pain...wow! I know that mom and Esme changed me into a clean dress following my caesarean. It feels like my body is on fire; every nerve ending burns with his venom. I can feel my blood being replaced with venom; Demi’s venom. This is too much…I-I can’t do this.’ “I love you cara mia” She hears Demetri’s voice. ‘I can do this; I must do this… for Demi; for Galen and…Catalina.’ She not tries writhe too much despite the pain she is in; knowing that Demetri would feel bad enough, as he is the reason she is in this much pain.

On the second day of Ally’s transformation Demetri and Felix were holding the twins whilst watching The Hunger Games when they noticed Ally’s heartbeat slowing down “I know Bella completed her transformation in two days but I didn’t expect Ally to do the same” Demetri said looking over his shoulder “Carlisle did say that is was possible and let’s face it the fact they were both prepared for their change probably helps speed up the process for them” Felix says nodding in her direction. They decide to take the twins to Renee’s room “Can you watch them for me please? I think Ally’s going to wake up today and I’d like to take her hunting before she sees them again” Demetri asks “Of course I can, just come and find us when you’re ready” Renee responds smiling “Hello little ones, ready to spend the day with Nana and Grandpa?” The twins cooed in response.

Demetri returned to his and Ally’s shared room and stood at the balcony doors looking out over the garden; waiting for Ally to wake up as her heart beat had slowed right down now so he knew it would be soon. Ally’s heart stopped beating; the room now completely silent and Demetri looked over his shoulder to see her open her now red eyes. She could see everything more clearly; her eyes scanning the room and they fell on Demetri and she smiled wide, getting off the bed and running into his arms hugging him close “Oomph. You’re a lot stronger than I am now amore. It’s your turn not to break me” Demetri said into her ear “Sorry Demi” She pulled back a little and he took her in; eyes looking her up and down “Stunning baby” He ran his fingers through her hair that was now longer, brighter and fuller than before. He leans down and kisses her lips; his hands cupping her face “I love you Demi” She kisses him “I love you too” “How are the twins?” She asks “They’re amazing cara mia and so gorgeous” He smiles wide “Can I see them?” “I want to take you hunting first. Come on” He takes her hand in his and they make their way out of the castle, luckily it’s a cloudy day so they don’t have to worry about being exposed.

They leave Volterra to go hunting; Ally noticing every little thing as they run together including how fast Demetri is. He stops running and turns to catch her in his arms; Ally coming to a stop in his embrace. “Close your eyes and listen, tell me what you can hear” She closed her eyes and focused on listening to her surroundings. “I can hear faint chatter of people below; birds in the trees, traffic in the distance. It’s amazing Dem” “You’ve focused really well cara. Come with me and I’ll show you how to hunt. Stay close”

Ten minutes later they’re standing on the roof a building looking down at an alleyway that was about 5 minute walk from a bar. “Keep your eyes on those two” Demetri said pointing to a couple of drunks leaving the bar and making their way towards the alleyway; he took her hand in his “Jump with me cara” They landed silently in the alleyway below; Ally caught the scent of the couple and squeezed Demetri’s hand tightly “It’s ok cara. I’ve got you” She nods and brings her other hand to her throat feeling the burn “Not long now amore, just do as I do” He kisses her temple and releases her hand as the two men enter the alley and make their way towards them; once they are near enough she hears Dem say “Now amore” She watches as he grabs the man and sinks his teeth into his neck, the other goes to run but Ally is quicker and grabs him around the throat holding him to her chest and bites down on his neck, the warm blood flowing down her throat easing the burn. When she had drained the human she released him and he fell to the ground “Well done amore” Demetri says smiling and kisses her “Are you still thirsty?” “Thank you babe and just a little” She kisses him back “Let’s dispose of these two and then we’ll find you someone else.” Demetri snaps their necks and throws the couple into the nearby river and watches as the bodies wash away. “Come on cara” He takes her hand in his and they make their way towards another part of the city where they ‘share’ a human before disposing of them “You were amazing cara. You were fast, efficient and they were very clean kills for a newborn. I’m so proud of you” He wraps his arm around her, pulling her to his chest and kisses her “I learnt from the best” She kissed him back “Let’s go home” She laced her fingers with his and they made their way back to the castle.

They arrive back at the castle to find Felix and the twins waiting for them “How did our little newborn do?” Felix asks “She did great. She was fast, efficient and very clean for a newborn” Demetri replies his face and voice full of pride “Well done sweetie” Jane says smiling “Yes well done Ally. I must say you seem very calm for a newborn” Alec sounded impressed “Hopefully Aro will be just as pleased with you after the next tour” Felix adds; Demetri continues to look down at her with adoration, feeling proud of his mate “You think they’ll let me join the next ‘tour’?” She asks “Yes, especially once they hear how well you did on your first hunt” Felix replied.

Demetri and Ally make their way back to their room stopping by Marcus and Renee’s room to collect the twins “You look amazing my dear” Marcus says smiling at Ally “Thank you Marcus…or is it master now?” She replied “Marcus will do my dear” He smiled at her; Renee stayed seated on the sofa waiting for Ally to approach her “Hi mom” Ally sat beside her and carefully wrapped her arms around her “Hi baby girl” Renee replies hugging her back “Thank you for helping Demi with the twins” “No need to thank me that’s what Nanas are for. I’m looking forward to watching them grow up and spending forever with you all” “Me too mom” Ally replies smiling. “I’m impressed with her self-control Demetri, I must confess I was little worried how she’d be around Renee” Marcus said too low for Ally and Renee to hear “Thank you master. She also did amazingly well on her first hunt; she was fast, efficient and they were clean kills” He added smiling; Marcus chuckled and Demetri looked at him with an eyebrow raised “I think you’d be proud of Ally no matter what she was like as a newborn. I mean she could kill the postman tomorrow and you still be smiling and telling us all how proud of her you are” Demetri laughed too “You’re right master, I would be proud either way, but you know I’d cover for her, take responsibility for her” He said looking at Marcus “And that my dear boy is why we are allowing her to stay with us during her newborn phase. We know that you would take care of any ‘slip ups’ before they became an issue and so would Felix, Jane and Alec. She is also a new mom and we couldn’t separate her from you and the babies” Marcus replies “I’m guessing it also helps that Ally is now your step-daughter?” Demetri asks “It does. Your loyalty, your position as an elite guard and you being my personal bodyguard also went in her favour” Marcus added smiling “I have always thought of you as a son and now you are officially my son-in-law. We have a family to protect now” Marcus placed a hand on Demetri’s shoulder and nodded to the seating area where Ally and Renee were holding Galen and Catalina “Thank you master, that means a lot coming from you” Demetri responded “You can call me Marcus when we are not ‘working’ Demetri” “Ok, that’s going to take a little getting used to master…I mean Marcus” Demetri said smiling.

Once back in their room Demetri sat on the sofa beside Ally holding their daughter in his arms “I don’t care how quickly my little girl grows up; she’s not dating till she’s like 30, and even then if I don’t like him he’s gone” He said to Ally who was holding their son in her arms. “Now Dem, come on. You remember what it was like when my sister disapproved of you…of us” She replied “Yes I do. You stayed with me anyway. Hell you even left home at 17 and married me… gave me two beautiful children” He replied smirking but that smirk faded quickly when he realised what he just said “Annnnnd…there it is” Ally replied smirking and snuggled up to him “Oh Sshh you” He said pouting, kissing her hair.

Once they put the twins to bed they cuddled up on the sofa and watched a film together “Just for the record though I don’t regret anything and I am proud to be your wife and the mother of your children” “Glad to hear it mi amore as I am proud to be your husband and the father of your children in return”

Ally’s hand made its way down Demetri’s stomach fingertips brushing over his crotch and down his thigh then back up to his crotch cupping him and squeezing gently; he growled low “You like that?” She purred and repeated her action before climbing onto his lap straddling him, placing her hands on his cheeks she captured him in a passionate kiss; she bit his lip gently as she grinded against his hardening cock, his lips parting allowing her to deepen the kiss tongues dancing together. ‘He tastes better than I remember’ she thought to herself and started to unbutton his shirt her hands moving over his chest nails lightly scratching him; a light growl left him and he reached over and ripped off the dress she was wearing “Hey! I liked that dress” “I’ll buy you two new ones cara” He said smiling before getting off the sofa and laying her down on the rug in front of the fireplace; removing his trousers, boxers and her lace panties before settling himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around him then rolled them over so she was on top and removed her bra “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise” She smiled and winked at him “You’d better” He winked back.

“Remember the last time we were in this position with you on top?” He asks smiling; she smiled back at him, and if she had still been human, she would've blushed for sure. "Oh, I remember..." She answered, gazing down at him. He smirked, his eyes taking in all of his mate's glorious beauty. "God, look at you, Ally..." He breathed, in awe. She bit back another smile, and he laughed softly. "What? Say it, amore." He coaxed gently. She gestured at him lovingly. "Me? Look at YOU, Dem... You're beautiful... I mean…" She said, quickly becoming a little flustered. He laughed again, taking her hands in his. "No, it's okay; I know what you meant..." He reassured her. "Come here, amore..." He added, his red eyes darkening slightly. Ally let a sharp little gasp escape her as she finally, finally lowered herself down onto her mate. Oh, sweet heavens alive, did he feel amazing...! She let out a soft groan at the same time Demetri did, as every last little part of her was now completely claimed by him. "Jesus, Ally..." Demetri said in a ragged, breathless whisper. "I know, Dem... I know…" She answered, moving her hips against his. As she looked down into those dark ruby eyes of his, he gave her a sudden knowing little smile. "What?" She asked, her own crimson irises sparkling with humour. "Just... We're the same temperature now, baby." He remarked, smirking up at her. Ally's eyes widened as she realized he was right: what was once ice, and cold and somewhat foreign to her before, was now warmth, and heat and just... Home. Comfortable, perfect, made for her in every way and shape, possible.

She bit her lip as she looked down at him. He gazed back up at her, his complete love and awe of her newfound immortal soul reflected in his eyes. "Yes, we are... it's perfect. You’re perfect..." She murmured, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back with fervour, urgency, a heat that he'd had to hold back on a little bit, when she was still human. But now that Ally was immortal, well... all bets were off. As his tongue intertwined with hers, he let out a shaky breath, her name escaping his lips in a soft moan. She kissed him harder in response, at the same time moving her hips forward on him so he entered her a little bit deeper than before. The new angle caused a groan to escape both of them; the sensations and heightened awareness was all too much, but in the most delicious way. Her head fell back, eyes closed and lips parted slightly as she continued to move her hips over his; his hands trailing up her sides and taking her breasts in his hands squeezing lightly “Ahh” She breathed her hands resting on his chest; her entire body alight from the lightest of touches, he gently thrusted up into her hitting a new spot inside her that had her crying out his name “Demi” He thrusted up into her again as she grinded against him; letting out a hiss as her walls clenched around him, Ally quickened her pace as she chased her release “That’s it baby….” He encouraged feeling his release was close too. Demetri moved one hand down her body until he reached her clit pinching and circling the bundle of nerves and watched in awe as she experienced her first orgasm as a newborn. Ally felt Demetri pull her over the edge and into the abyss; her entire body tingling from head to toe “Oh…God…Yes!” She cried out; Demetri’s release followed “Oh…Ally…”

He sat up still inside her holding her close as he thrusted up into her; riding out their orgasms together. She wrapped her arms around him kissing his neck teeth grazing over his skin before she bit down on his neck and he let out a cry of ecstasy feeling her venom tingle against his neck “You’re mine” She purred in his ear; pride filling him to know she had marked him, claimed him as hers, the way he had marked her, claimed her as his when she was still human. “I thought my first time with you as a human was amazing…but god that was…” “I know baby” He kissed her softly holding her closer to him.

He laid her down on the rug and pulling almost all the way out of her; he ran his hand up her thigh holding her leg to his side as he re-entered her filling her fully, deeply, completely being at one with her. He roughly thrusted into her capturing her lips with his muffling her cry; her nails scratching up his back as he continued to take her roughly, growling into her ear “Sweet Jesus…Ally!” Him enjoying being able to be with his mate intimately without the fear of hurting her “I’m never going to get enough of you baby” He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin “How is that different to when I was human Demi?” She chuckled; he growled in response and thrusted a little rougher that time; a breathless moan leaving their lips as they came together, their orgasms washing over them entirely.

He pulled the blanket down off the sofa and placed it over them as he held her in his arms “This is the part where you would normally fall asleep” He said low “I can always pretend to sleep…if you’d like” She replied winking at him “Don’t you dare amore. I’m only holding you to be a gentleman Ally” He winked at her “I plan to take you again…seeing as you no longer need to sleep” She gasped slightly as he re-entered her “I was hoping you’d take me again” She purred in his ear.

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Alcohol and lots of it. This chapter is cute. Our dear reader acts like an ass. She’s not the only one. Be prepared to feel bad for Loki.

Small Time Witch (7)

At 3:50 your alarm went off but you didn’t stir. Loki turned it off and closed his eyes again. A few hours later the sun was seeping in through the curtains forcing him to open his eyes. You still slept clutching him. He reached your bedside table to grab your phone. It was 8:00am. You had several messages and missed calls from the team. Only one was from Steve.

He rubbed your back trying to rouse you. You snuggled deeper mumbling something about quitting. “Darling. Wake up. You’re extremely late.”

“I don’t care. I’ve embarrassed myself enough over the last few weeks. I have no reason to go back. Let me sleep. I need a day.” He slipped out of your grasp to call Thor. He thought maybe the two of them could smooth all this over. Seeing you burrow into your sheets without a care made him irrationally angry. It wasn’t his job to clean up your messes.

He pulled the sheets off of you in one swift motion. “Get up you brat. You will go. You will do what you have to and you will shut your mouth about it. Do you think this will be your first mistake? Do you think this will be the only time you embarrass yourself? This is a minor blip in what is sure to be a long and tumultuous relationship between the Avengers and SHIELD. You will fail many more times. They will fail you. It is how you handle the falling that matters. At the moment you are choosing to give up. Stop it. You are better than this. Now get up before I drag you out.”

You sat on the bed your mouth agape. He left the room in such a huff he forgot his shoes at your bedside. You got dressed and found him sitting on the sofa eyes fixated on the entryway where you were standing. His jaw was clenched. He held his thumb to his lips and his brows were knitted together. You sat down and handed him his shoes and then put on your own. You didn’t speak.

You texted Wanda that you were fine but slept through your alarm. You were on your way shortly. Loki was still in the same spot in deep thought. “Are you ready to go?” you asked keeping your eyes trained on the floor.

“No, mortal. I’m going to stay behind. You have a sincere apology to make to Sergeant Barnes. I hope you prove me wrong and you find yourself mature enough to make it. You should go.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. I suspect, based on your behavior, that you were neither disciplined as a child nor were you raised to be independent. It’s time you learn.” He watched you walk out of the door with the same thoughtful look knitted on his face like he just wasn’t quite sure what to do with you.

You made it to the compound and found Wanda. The two of you went to the training room where Clint was waiting. You did your usual thing. Sparred a little with Nat then broke for lunch.

Since you and Loki weren’t meeting you set off to find Bucky. Bucky Steve and Sam were hanging out in the kitchen. When you walked in you felt like you were intruding. You thought about turning around but you made yourself go in.

“Sgt. Barnes, do you have a minute to talk to me?” He followed you into the hall and crossed his arms. While you collected yourself he shifted impatiently.

“I just really wanted to apologize to you. I had no right to violate your mind the way I did. I acted impulsively. That’s not an excuse but I did. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Thank you for apologizing. We’ve all done some fucked up things. Hell when I was brainwashed I killed Tony’s parents. We manage to still work together. Come on. Come eat with us.” He put his arm around your shoulder and you went back into the kitchen.

He purposely took the chair across from you so you could sit next to Steve. You and Steve smiled at each other. He held your hand under the table. As the rest of the team trickled in you all talked and laughed. You and Tony worked on dinner. You felt like you were back home cooking with your sisters. You missed Loki though. You broke away for a minute to text him.

Y: We’re having dinner. Come over.

L: I’ll be along shortly. Did you apologize?

Y: Yes, daddy. We’re all good. 😇

L: 😈 See you soon.

After dinner you all gathered in the big living space where the bar was. You got Steve another beer and poured more wine for yourself. He was sitting in an oversized arm chair. When you handed him his drink he pulled you down to sit on his lap. Several brows raised but Steve didn’t notice or care. Loki sat across the room watching the two of you flirt. He and Wanda whispered to each other. You felt his jealousy. You sat up a little trying not to look too obvious. Steve leaned in to whisper in your ear. His breath was warm and made your skin shiver into goosebumps, “You ok, doll?”

“Yeah.” You turned your head to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

Loki stared at you. Thor stared at him. The whole room seemed to be collectively holding its breath when Clint said, “Let’s do shots. Y/N you drinking?”

“Absolutely!”

“That’s my girl!” He took a head count and started pouring. “One for the little lady and one for Cap.” He winked and went to hand the rest of them out. On the count of three you all slammed back your shots. Immediately your throat was on fire. You coughed and sputtered. “What the hell was that?!”

“That was from my father’s vault on Asgard. You’re lucky to still be upright, mortal.” Thor said with a booming laugh.

“Ready for round two?!” Clint shouted from behind the bar.

Steve patted you on the leg and moved to stand. “Nope. No way. We are not doing this again.”

“Yeah, man. Last time we drank this shit Bucky tried to wrestle me naked. I have nightmares about that night.” Sam shuddered.

“You loved it!” Bucky shouted from the corner.

“Your taint touched my forearm. I did not love it. As a matter of fact, stay your ass over there for the rest of the night.”

You went over to the bar to browse the shelves. “Why don’t we shoot Jameson instead?” A chorus of cheers and you poured out the next round. You grabbed the tray and started handing out glasses.

“Ok, Y/N, you’re new here so you name it. What are we drinking to?” Tony raised his glass and looked to you.

“Umm. To our health and absent friends.”

“Here here!” Another one two three and you slammed it down.

You started feeling a little woozy so you went back to your seat. Nat came by with the next round. Everyone took another shot but Loki declined. He watched you going from buzzed to a little more than tipsy. By the time you started doing body shots off of Nat he excused himself. He said goodnight to the room. Thor patted his back and bid him goodnight. He smiled at you before he left the room.

“Hey. Wait.” You stumbled over to him. You had a bit of lime juice dripping down the corner of your mouth. He wiped it away with his thumb and licked it off.

“Where are you going?” You rested your arm on him to keep your balance.

“To bed.”

“Are you not having fun?” He rolled his eyes.

“Loads. You and the solider look like you’re having a great time.” You lost your footing a little so he grabbed you to hold you up right. His hand was on your hip and yours were on his shoulders.

“Wait. Do you like me?” you whispered.

“This is not the time.”

“No. You like me. I can feel it. Remember?”

You really couldn’t stand now so you plopped down on the floor.

“I do remember. Come on. I’ll get you to bed.” You slapped his hand away.

“I’m having fun. I want to go back to having the fun.” You got up and wandered back into the room looking for another drink. With a heavy sigh Loki went back to Thor’s room and tried to fall asleep.

“There you are. Where were you hiding?” Steve asked. He took both of your hands and pulled you close to him. He looked down at you through his lashes.

“Bathroom.” You didn’t know why you lied. “I’m drunk” you slurred.

“I noticed.” He smiled and kissed your palm.

“I’m going to bed with you tonight.” You rested your head on his chest and swayed a little.

“Not tonight. Not like this. You’re going to sleep in Wanda’s room.” You pouted and whined a little.

“But you’re so warm. Like sunshine.” He laughed as he nuzzled your hair.

“Come on. I’ll tuck you in.” He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. You giggled when he smacked you on your bottom.

Wanda was already in bed just as drunk as you were. Steve gave you a tshirt to wear and pulled the covers over the both of you. You both giggled at something though he wasn’t sure at what. “Ok then. You two get some sleep.” More giggling.

“No gym tomorrow.” You shouted.

“Yeah. Boo gym!” Wanda echoed. You both cracked up laughing. When he turned Nat was busting through the door.

“Hey! I want to come to the slumber party.” She jumped on the bed and scooted between you and Wanda. There was so much more giggling. Steve shook his head and laughed. “Sleep, girls.”

“Yes, sir Captain sir!” You said in a stern voice. When Steve closed the door behind him Bucky was walking that way. “Where are you going?”

“Slumber party.” he growled.

“Don’t think so. Your room is that way, bud. Let’s go.”

When he was falling asleep Steve replayed the night in his head. He smiled remembering how much Bucky and Sam made you laugh. How intently you listened to Thor talk about his home. He loved watching you and Tony in the kitchen arguing over which restaurant makes the best red sauce as you fed Bruce a spoonful of yours. He even loved how careful you were with Loki’s feelings. How you constantly checked on him and made him feel included. You have a gift for making everyone feel like they are the center of your universe. He closed his eyes and the last image in his head was your smile.

M I S S I O N P R E P D A Y

Light streamed through the break in the curtains. The beam hit Nat just enough to wake her. She opened her eyes to a tangle of red hair on one shoulder and (y/h/c) on the other. She saw her own hand on your bare back. Looking down her own breasts were exposed and Wanda appeared to be naked too. Whoever suggested tequila shots after shots of whiskey is dead to her. Then she remembered that it was her and she groaned.

“What time is it?” Wanda’s voice was muffled coming from Nat’s shoulder.

“I don’t know. The clock is on Y/N’s side. Hey. Witchypoo. What time is it?”

You groaned and snuggled up to Nat more. One eye opened when your hand connected with her breast.

“Why are you naked?” you grumbled.

“We all are.”

Before you could roll over to look at the clock the door flung open. Tony had the intention of coming in to be obnoxious instead he stood in the doorway trying to form a sentence. A chorus of “Get the fuck out!” and “Shut the door!” shrieked from the bed. He stumbled out of the room narrowly missing the business end of a shoe that Wanda hurled at him.

Steve came down the hall with a tray of coffee water and headache medicine.

“Morning.” he said to Tony who was still standing there with his mouth open.

“Oh you can’t go in there. They’ll rip your head off.” Steve cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Tony stepped aside stifling a laugh.

“Ladies. I have coffee.” Steve said through a crack in the door.

“Just put it in the room and leave! We’re naked.” you shouted.

“All of you?”

You lifted the covers to take a look, “It appears that way, yes.”

He opened the door gingerly keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He set the tray on the floor and heard it wooshing through the air. The cups gave a final rattle before settling on the bed.

“Nice, dude.” Wanda said to you. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I love witches.” Nat sighed.

Steve backed his way out of the room and spoke again through the door.

“Do you think you’ll all be ready to have a meeting in say thirty minutes?” The three of you conferred.

“Make it forty five.” Nat said, “And bring bagels!”

“What kind?” He knew If he didn’t ask there would be hell to pay. He heard more bickering “.....I like the lemon poppy seed from the bakery down the street....I don’t like lox!” Finally Wanda said, “Assorted with cream cheese.”

“Thank you, Steve!” you added sweetly.

“You’re welcome, doll.”

“You’re such a suck up” Wanda jabbed your side.

“No. It’s because that’s her boyfriend. We saw you two last night and that was before shots.”

You took a gulp of your coffee, “I plead the fifth.”

“It must be nice to be the shiny new toy this week.”

“Nat, you shouldn’t say that. Hon, don’t listen to her.”

“Who’s shiny new toy?”

“Oh please! Like you didn’t notice Loki practically eye fucking you from across the room. Steve’s clearly obsessed with you. Thor probably wants you now that you licked tequila off of his abs.”

“That was you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Anyway. You have Steve and Loki dangling on a hook. What’s your move?”

You sighed and fell back on the pillow. “Why does there have to be a move?”

“Because you can’t lead them both on. Sweetie, you look so happy with Steve.” Nat said

“I would agree but the other night Loki and I slept together. We didn’t have sex. We slept together in my bed. He allowed me to feel something. It was deep and we were both completely content like that’s exactly where we were supposed to be.”

“Look, no one is asking you to make a choice right now. Let’s focus on this mission and we’ll worry about this later. Your boyfriend hates us to be late so to the showers!” Wanda smacked your ass and then Nat’s. You threw a tshirt over your head and went running for Steve’s room.

You knocked but no one answered. You poked your head around the corner and saw it was empty. You sent him a text letting him know you were jumping in his shower and you’d be down shortly. He smiled down at his phone knowing that, when you came downstairs, you’d smell like him.

If you need a t-shirt or anything help yourself. Top drawer.

His top dresser drawer was perfectly organized with perfectly folded t-shirts arranged by color. You selected a solid gray and grabbed your sweat pants from your bag. You learned your lesson over the last few weeks and decided to start packing a few extra clothes for when you came to the compound.

The warm water felt marvelous rolling down your frame. You inhaled the fragrance of his body wash getting lost in the warm aroma. You wished he was in the shower with you. You wanted to get lost in his hands. His lips. You shook the thought out of your head so that you could finish up. You were sure to be running behind.

You threw your damp hair into a clip and slipped on his t-shirt. It was soft and well worn. Maybe he’d let you keep it. You hurried to the conference room. Nat was already in there but there was no sign of Wanda. You slipped in leaving a seat empty next to you for her to sit.

“Is that everyone?” Steve asked

“Sorry! I got caught up.” Wanda ran on tiptoes and gingerly sat in the chair next to you. She grabbed a plain bagel and cream cheese. She handed you half. Nat sat on your other side. Your eyes were fixed on Steve but you still managed to reach over and grab her lemon poppyseed. You were all trying to be really quiet but it wasn’t working out. Tony went to the front of the room to start.

“Ladies? You good? Are those the right bagels or do I have to fire an intern today?”

“They’re perfect” you said with a full mouth. He smiled and bit his lip.

“Maybe later you can tell us what happened last night. Let Capsicle do his thing then a little story time? Just the four of us?”

Nat rolled her eyes, “How you haven’t been slapped with a harassment suit is beyond me.” Steve’s jaw was clenched and he sighed noisily.

“Ok! Cap! Take it away.”

You went over the mission briefing. Everyone had a part to play. Wanda would be with the team. Loki would stay with you. “Isolate the weapon. Incapacitate hostiles. No fatalities.” Steve’s plan was solid. You and Tony ran over the schematics one more time. You laid out your plan. Loki’s job was to protect you and keep you away from harm. Easy. “Once the system is shut down and we’re in, both of you get as far away as possible. Am I clear?” Steve was all business. You both nodded and he moved on to the next thing.

After the briefing a few members of the team were going to the gym. Some were going over weapons. Clint wanted to bring you to the firing range. He thought you should have a gun even though you assured him you would be fine. “Please, kid. I won’t be able to concentrate tomorrow if I haven’t given you everything to defend yourself. It’ll take an hour or less.”

Once you were finished you picked up your things and went to find Loki so you could find out if he was coming home with you. Steve found you wandering the corridors looking lost.

“You lost, Princess?”

“Looking for Loki. I’m about to head out.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I will be ready to go on time tomorrow. Don’t worry.” He slid his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Will you have dinner with me tonight? I promised a second date.” Your hands found their way up his arms to his biceps. You gave them a squeeze.

“I thought maybe you’d find me too distracting the night before a mission.” You started to sway together to some melody only the two of you could hear.

“A welcome distraction.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Come on. It’s only dinner. Just the two of us. You don’t even have to change. We’ll eat here.” He kissed the tip of your nose then your forehead.

“Ok. I still have to find Loki though.”

He groaned, “For what?”

“So I can give him the keys to my place.”

“Are you staying here tonight?” He sounded hopeful.

“Let’s see how dinner goes before I make plans to spend the night.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Deal.”

You found Loki hanging out with Thor in the atrium. When they saw you coming they both visibly perked up.

“Hey, Lok. Are you going back to my apartment tonight?”

“Yes. I am ready when you are.”

“I was bringing you my keys. I’m going to have dinner with Steve. Might just stay here. Thor you are welcome to stay over too. I have food in the fridge that needs to be eaten.” You smiled sweetly at him to let him know it was more of a demand rather than a request.

“I’m sure I can manage alone. So you’re staying with the solider then?” Loki was slightly offended that you thought he needed a babysitter.

“I haven’t decided yet. Right now just dinner. I’ll text you either way.”

“Please, mortal. I’m not your keeper. You don’t have to check in with me.”

You hugged him and rested your head on his chest. The two of you lingered for a moment neither wanting to be the first one to pull away.

“What’s this for?” he asked against your hair.

“No reason. I’ll see you later ok?” You pressed the keys into his palm kissed him on the cheek and walked back into the building.

The two brothers stood in silence. Loki watched you walk away. You looked back at him smiling every time. Once you disappeared inside Thor opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t.” Loki stopped him.

“Do you know what Mother would say to you in this moment?”

“I said don’t.” Thor ignored him.

“She would say my darling boy your heart is too fragile for love. Find a woman who will try to mend it not a woman who will stomp it into smaller pieces. You owe it to yourself to tell her how you feel.”

“She knows how I feel! She can feel it.”

“I’m surprised at how quick you knocked down your walls and for a mortal no less. Are you in love with her?”

“In love? That’s not the phrase I’d use to describe it. I know her. I’ve known her for lifetimes.”

“How do you mean? Compared to us she’s a baby.”

“It feels like I’ve known her. She’s the woman I’ve dreamed of since I was a boy. Her heart fits with mine so completely. She’s never been afraid of me. She’s never treated me like a monster. I may have only physically know her for a few weeks but I’ve been searching for her for thirteen hundred years. And now, it seems, I’ve found her.”

“Why haven’t you told her? Why haven’t you courted her like Steve has?”

“Because I’m afraid, Brother. I’m afraid she won’t have me. I’ve waited this long haven’t I? I can wait until this relationship implodes.”

Thor grabbed Loki’s shoulders, “How do you know? They seem enamored with each other.”

Loki gave a half smile, “Simple. He’s afraid of her power. I’m not. Inevitably she’ll use it really use it and he’ll judge her for it. I will never judge who she is.”

Thor hugged his brother trying to give him as much love as he could push through to him. This time Loki hugged back.

#steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #marvel witches #mcu x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #steve rogers x reader #wanda maximov #tony stark #thor #alcohol consumption #loki angst

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South Of The Equator

Summary: Gestures of love are woven in the fabric of relationships, especially ones built around the priority of your love

Word Count: literally juuuuust shy of 5.8k

Warning: pining, love and fluff

Author Notes: Muse fell in love with this photo last week when Bre threw it out onto my dash, spit out stupid notes at midnight that night for it along with about 350ish words and then didn’t touch it until again yesterday evening where I proceeded to crank out about 5.8k in less than 24 hours. Oops?

This falls well later into the verse, like the latest I’ve taken it thus far. It just felt right to bring this into that part of the timeline with the premise and where the muse was taking this. Can be read as a standalone but diving into the verse and the masterlist would give a little bit more understanding.

It was not in the plans. Whatsoever. A whim. A lot of longing. A lot of missing connections. A lot of feeling that this was a sync you just wouldn’t be able to get. That scares the both of you, more than either of you will let on especially to the other. You both promise that this would be the longest stretch on this very last swing – something like 48 or 50 days depending on travel for both of you, that a somewhere between 12 and 14-hour plane ride at best for a long weekend made no sense. You’re in Bucharest when he starts the swing in Mexico. What was thought to be a few days off for him to come home to see you between the last Mexico show and the venture further south becomes non-existent, with surprise pop up concerts in both Costa Rica and Panama along with hoopla surrounding them on either side that the label drops last minute. You initially think you’d be able to make the last shows, but there was a potential work trip to Hong Kong hanging over your head, so you both agree not book anything.

Well, love makes you do some stupid and irresponsibly crazy things. When the Asia client pushes their timeline back, things change completely. Which is why you find yourself on the phone, trying to make arrangements while juggling 7 open browser tabs on your laptop at nearly 1am. This is what you do for each other. It’s been established. It’s been done for each other on numerous occasions throughout your relationship. But it’s never been something like this. This grand and involved.

“Up for a bit of a challenge?” you start. “What’s the actual schedule like between Buenos and Rio and Santiago?”

“Flip it around. Chile first. Then Buenos then Sao Paulo. Finish off in Rio,” Beatriz laughs. “Don’t book the wrong flight. Cause. This is where it’s going isn’t it? This bugger is so lucky to have you. He best appreciate this. He’s been whiny. More to Cez then me. Andrew too, but he trusts Cez more when it comes to you.”

“He’s not the only one,” you sigh. “Dee’s taken to sending me videos and photos of Tali every day before I call to bitch to her to try to ease my tension. We’ve done longer, when we first got together. This one though. We’re just not taking it well, either of us. It feels off. He can’t come to me, so I have to go to him.”

“There’s doubles now in Santiago, not just in Buenos and Rio. Only the one in Sao Paulo. Days off scattered through, but definitely some between the city jumps. Are you really going to try to do just a weekend down here?” she asks.

“Work remote if I can swing it. Then bank out on some time off. I’m due after the extra hours to lock in the Danish project and the haul to Bucharest for basically a 48-hour lookie loo from them with no commitments. Boss lady is great as long as my work gets done and I don’t pull the ask for ‘but my famous boyfriend’ very often, if at all,” you explain, poking away at the keys of your laptop.

“Ooh Denmark, so you going to get out for that one?” Beatriz questions. “Do you have a lam for this tour? Should we get you another?”

“I think I can, timing looks ok and I may be able to drag Shawn with me for once since it’s after all this hoopla,” you mutter, poking at Kayak and cursing. “I think I do, snag one just in case if it’s not too much trouble. It looks like Air Canada has a direct from Pearson to Santiago at 11 hours of flight time and an overnight red-eye. Bless it. No layovers. Less chance for him to even let on. Y’all can sneak me in on the flights between yeah?”

“Shawn is gonna shit you know this right?” she laughs. “I heard about your surprises you both have pulled on each other before, but this is something else. Duh girl, yes of course. He’d have you sit on his lap the whole flight if he had to, but we definitely have the room. Give me the flight info. I’ll make Cez book it. Do not even think about clicking that buy button that I know you’re hovering over.”

“Bea...” you begin.

“No, not hearing it. Cez blocked out travel budget for him to go home and you know that didn’t happen, so your flight there and then back with him at the end it is instead,” Beatriz interjects. “I’ll loop in C for sure. Maybe Andrew. Less folks who know the better, we need to keep this on lock down.”

“Beatriz, you’re the best. I owe you big time. I’m so glad you’re on this rag tag motley crew,” you thank her. “Let Cez know if he needs anything when he’s booking, if they don’t have it saved to just let me know.”

“Bottle of Bulleit and you finally spill the recipe for those kitchen sink bars the boys are always raving about and inhaling, we’ll call it even,” she deadpans. “But no really, I’m glad to help. As much as I tease that boy of yours, I’ve got a soft spot for him. We need to figure an epic reveal. It’s late. I’ll fire off a text to Cez and we’ll be on it tomorrow. Off with you. Night!”

You have a week between that call and your flight down to get all your things in order luckily. Work is understanding and accommodating, your boss practically sending out the out of office email for you after she hears your plans. He meanwhile has a few shows in Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia ahead of him within that same time frame.

“There’s that face I adore,” you smile through FaceTime as you’re tucked in bed, two nights before you’re due to leave. “Hi you. How was the show? Where are you now?”

“Just out of the shower in the hotel and about to fall face first into bed, but I needed a dose of my pretty girl before I do,” he exhales, running a hand though his mess of wet curls. “Good, crowds down here are something else. Beyond the first time I swung through, on the last tour. And them singing back in perfect English still breaks my brain a little. Tired though. Looking forward to the break. Day break here, then like a half one off in Santiago before the last few shows. It’s so crazy to think we’re there already.”

“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” you murmur. “You did it baby, an entire circle of the globe. I’m beyond proud of you.”

“As much as I love this, I’m ready for just me, you and our bed. At least for a week straight, if not a few of them,” he chuckles. “Remind me of how tired I am now when I start to say I’m twitchy or bored, ok?”

“If you say so,” you say sleepily. “Just remember, I get to drag you with me on some my work trips next. Denmark for sure. Hong Kong perhaps since that’s still a moving target. Maybe Prague. Wanna be a silly romantic tourist with you for a bit. Just me and you”

“Always me and you, sweetheart. Go get some sleep. You’ve got work in the morning,” he whispers. “We can talk more tomorrow, promise.”

“You sure?” you fight back a yawn, eyes starting to flutter. “Can you sing to me though? Please? I miss you. Be like you’re here.”

He starts humming at first, the eases into a slowed down, Shawn-esque version of Sam Smith’s Latch. You want to stay awake to hear the whole thing, but he sounds like he’s there singing it right into your ear while he’s got your back against his chest. It’s so pretty, easy and dream like that you drift off in moments. He watches you for a few minutes after he finishes the song, making sure you’re truly asleep. Plus, he just wants to feel like he’s next to you in bed.

“Goodnight and sleep well, baby,” he whispers before disconnecting from FaceTime, a small smile slipping across his lips.

“He still has no clue by the way, so you’ve done a bang-up job,” Cez explains as he rings you while you’re in the car on the way to Pearson. “You’re still running on time from what we checked so you’re good. We’ve got everything square. Bea will come snag you from the airport, you’ll have time to hit the hotel, she’ll have the extra room key for you so you can get some actual rest and then get ready. Figure we’ll grab you while he’s doing Q&A. Do you want to surprise him before the show? After?”

“During?” you laugh, leaning your head back against the headrest as the car makes its way down the 401. “Maximum effect. Con would be on my side too you know, epic footage.”

“Of course, you do,” he retorts. “I should have known. Don’t forget, I’m on your side too. I’m glad this worked. I know it’s been a long stretch. For the both of you. I’ve seen it wear on him, but he’s put up a good front minus a few nights where he ends up with me until he needs to get to sleep, just needing someone who understands to talk to.”

“I’m glad he has you, that we both have you. You are a gift, Cez, really,” you reply as the car slows to ease up to the terminal. “I’m just about to hop out. I’ll text you and Bea when I land in the morning, customs will probably take a bit to get through. Thank you again.”

“Fly safe, dear. Try to get some rest and we’ll see you tomorrow,” he responds.

Check in was easy, of course they went above and beyond on the flight. You text Cez and Bea a photo of a cookie from the lounge with your ticket telling them they did not need to and thanking them. Cez responds first.

Again, you know if he found out we flew you like in row 24 on a flight that long, he would pitch a fit. I’m not up for a Shawn fit this late into the last of the last legs of tour. Enjoy the space and the lay flat. Sunshine and that boy awaits you.

Beatriz chimes in next.

Label owes you and the pain in the arse, so enjoy it! Have one for me. I’ll be there for you tomorrow with bells on and a tea in hand. Cannot wait for this – so epic. You two are nauseatingly adorbs.

The flight wasn’t crowded thankfully and the room to stretch fully is a welcome bonus. You are able to wind down a lot easier than expected and get a decent amount of sleep especially given it was on a flight, lay flat or not. Despite an extra circle, you land only a few minutes past your initial arrival time, make it through customs quickly and thankfully your luggage is waiting for you once you’re done.

“There she is,” Beatriz calls out as you head out to the open concourse. “And in one piece too with all your bits and bobbles. Good, the boss won’t be angry. And as promised, your tea!”

“Which one?” you chuckle, snagging the iced chai before hugging her.

“I can handle Cez, your man though,” she rolls her eyes as you walk out to the sprinter van. “He tried you last night when we were coming back from dinner, couldn’t get through even though we all told him it was late. He got all sad puppy. You were just about taking off, so it made sense. If he only knew what today is bringing him. I’ll drop you at the hotel, sleep, shower, eat, do whatever. I’ll be round to grab you about 4.”

As soon as you step into his room, you are overwhelmed just by the sheer sense of being back in his space again, despite him not even being there at the moment. You drop your suitcase, strip and crawl immediately into his still unmade bed to surround yourself in the smell of him. Setting your alarm before you drift off, you curl yourself around his pillow and exhale. Only a few more hours and you’ll be able to wrap your arms around him instead of a goose down that carries whiffs of his scent. A deep breath, an inhale you hold just for a moment before letting it go carefully and you’re drifting away.

You wake shortly before the alarm and to a couple texts from Shawn.

Miss you pretty girl. Almost there.

FaceTime after the show tonight? Even just for a few, I can tuck you in from here again like the other night.

Saw this on the drive over before, couldn’t help but think of you.

It was a slightly angled photo out the car window, but it was of a park with a fountain surrounded by high bushes littered with flowers.

I wish I could press you into those blooms and kiss you. Would make such a pretty picture. Love you baby.

You will yourself not to cry. That sweet, sentimental boy of yours. You’ll have time, you need to make that happen tomorrow.

I miss you sweetheart, so much. Yes to tonight, I’d love a tuck in from you. We’re so close. Love you <3

A shower, some primping and a good battle with both your blow dryer and your travel steamer later, you’re finally ready to head out.

“He’s a lucky bastard this one,” Beatriz whistles before handing over your new credential as you slide the van door closed behind you. “Don’t you have any sisters you can send my way? Cousins?”

“Sorry Bea, only child,” you laugh, as the van pulls away. “Cousins are stateside and not your type.”

“He was happy to hear from you before. Stopped in the middle of sound check to look at his phone. Got all stupid smiley and googly eyed,” she rolls her eyes. “He’s so gone on you if it wasn’t so bloody sweet to see him so gushy, it would make me ill.”

“Just wait ‘till later. I should apologize now,” you explain.

“Why there’s no plans for post-show, dearie. We knew better,” she giggles. “Shawn’s not going to want to share.”

You can’t help but smile as you pass the park he sent you the photo of earlier, it’s prettier than his shot let on. You definitely have to go there tomorrow. From that point, it’s a windy way through the streets of Santiago to the arena.

“He should just be wrapping up,” Beatriz prattles, looking at her watch as you make your way through the bowels of the building. “Which is good, I can sneak you into Cez’s room without him sniffing about. You, he, Jake and Con still need to hash everything out yeah?”

“Kind of. It’s the fine tuning of details at this point,” you say, flipping the pass around in your hands before slipping it around your neck as you walk, still not fully grasping you’re going to see him as soon as you are. “It’s a matter of where to go in the pit during his walk up to stage where I won’t be spotted too easily, but also not be in the way of everything either. I think it’ll work, totally up to Jake though. Worse case, we’ll do it just before rally or he hits the stage. Better visuals, and Con will agree with me, but it’s Jake and Cez who have final call.”

“It’s brilliant, all of it. However, here is where I leave you for now,” Beatriz nudges you through the door into Cez’s makeshift office for the next two days. “Need to make sure the sound techs have everything. Fridge is stocked, so steal what you need. He should be back in a few. They’re due to be walking your man now. His room isn’t far, so stay put. I’ll let C know you’re here. Toodles!”

Shortly after you settle in on the couch, engrossing yourself in your inbox, you feel someone settle down next to you.

“Thank god you’re here, I cannot do the sad Shawn shit anymore,” Connor sighs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “I love him like a brother but damn, this go has been a beast when he’s feeling it like that.”

“Hi Connor, I’ve missed you too Connor, it’s good to see you Connor,” you roll your eyes, pushing his arm off you with a poke.

“Yeah yeah, all that too,” he smiles, sliding his arm back into place and kissing your cheek. “It’s good to have you here, all that aside. Despite all that, missed you around these parts.”

“Considering Central America took away our long weekend together, with no warning. It’s just been a hard go this swing. For both of us. May just be the wear and tear of a tour this long finally hitting. Even with as much as we’ve made it a priority to stay more connected and grounded. You guys are lucky it’s the end and it didn’t happen in like the middle of Europe, or the US leg. Though that would have been easier to get to than an almost 11-hour flight,” you fight out.

“You’re too good for him you know?” he teases. “Remember, he has friends if you ever need to bail.”

“Not any of y’all that’s for sure. No way. And, it’s the other way around, Con,” you reply, poking at his knee. “So, you’ve seen the setup, what’s going to make the most sense?”

“We’re going to do whatever you want, missus,” Jake chimes in as the door shuts behind him and Cez. “Only thing I require is a hug.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you say happily, ducking around Connor to get to Jake. “Con, stop being in the way.”

“Thank you,” you murmur to Jake as he pulls you into an embrace.

“We should be thanking you,” he whispers hugging you tightly. “And seriously. We’ll make it all happen. Kid needs this as much as you do.”

You pull away, smiling. “Ok guys so here’s what I’m thinking. Let’s surprise him on the walk out.”

The details come together quickly as well as easily. You’re happy, the team is comfortable with it all. It also helps he’s not expecting a thing. Everyone’s on board.

“So,” Cez begins, rolling a bottle of water around in his hands as everyone else filters out. “Hop a flight on a whim in the states or Canada is one thing. Cross the pond, a little more effort, but doable. This is something else entirely, even for the two of you.”

“I don’t know why this one is so different; I wish I knew; believe me I do. It would have saved me an 11-hour flight,” you utter. “It’s not like we’ve not done it before. We got through this, worse even, when he went out on last leg of the last tour and I had no leverage to take time off to come out other than that last show. We were only together a little bit at that point.”

Cez smiles his all-knowing smile, looking down at your hands playing with your credential. “I think you do, somewhere in there. I think he does too, well I know he does.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask inquisitively. “We’re good, really good. Minus this blip and it’s just us being a little more emotionally wound together. More in the groove than we’ve ever been. It’s been great, actually.”

He smiles yet again, making you wonder even more, and picks up his hand pointing to a certain finger.

“No,” you shake your head.

He nods, still smiling. “You’re practically there already. We were honestly all surprised it didn’t happen before tour, or at break. Especially after Japan. I knew though not the holidays, it’s too cliché and not him, or you. He’s asked me a few things, more recently. Won’t give away more than that, but it kind of all makes sense. At least to me.”

“I just. Like. Shit Cez,” you sigh, looking down at the lam in your hands. “We’ve talked about it before, couple times. We want it, both of us. He’s it for me, and vice versa. He knows I’ll say yes. I’ve told him as much. But I’m also not that girl that needs the pretty on her hand to know where we stand in our relationship. He’s also not that overly possessive man who needs to prove he’s got me like that to the world, even in his crazy whirlwind of a life.”

“I think it’s both of you really ready for what’s next and this just all happens to be in the way right now. But, you’re here now, which not only is he going to be over the moon about, the rest of us are pretty happy as well. Not just because he’ll be in better spirits, it’s because we love you just as much too,” he states plainly. “You’re as much a part of this, a part of the family. I’m personally glad you’re here for these last few. This run’s been special, you should be here for the end of it.”

“Do not make me ruin my makeup, damnit,” you half laugh, half bite back a sob. “I’m so glad he has you, not just on the road, but in general. I know how much he loves you. I do, too.”

His phone pings rapidly.

“Ten-minute warning for fetching him. Let’s go get you out and set. Phil’s on you until Jake walks out with Shawn,” he states, reaching for his headset in one hand, for you with his other.

You carefully walk down the back hallway towards the stage together. Jake and Phil meet you at the back corner of the build out. Jake hands you off a fresh pair of earplugs.

“You’re going to need these,” he reminds you. “It’s his usual walk, so he won’t expect a thing. Especially seeing Phil at that junction of the barricade, once Phil gets the signal from me that we’re going, he’ll shift behind you so Shawn can spot you.”

You throw him a thumbs up as you wedge the plugs into place. Phil takes your arm in his, his other hand patting your forearm.

“Let’s go surprise him,” he says, leading you out to the pit.

For some reason, probably your conversation with Cez if you’re being honest with yourself, has your stomach set off with butterflies. You’ve not been like this since the early days of your relationship. Excited, always. Happy, without a doubt. Nervous though? No. You try to not shift about, instead closing your eyes to take in the moment. The crowd is loud, you can smell the remnants of the smoke machine test earlier lingering in the air.

Phil taps your shoulder, sliding you into place in front of him.

“He’s walking,” he mouths with a wink.

The house lights come down and the stage lights start to just warm. You exhale and lean back onto Phil slightly, whose hands come to rest comfortably on your shoulders. The opening video starts to roll and the lights hit the pit walk so you know you’ve got about 30 seconds at best before he comes into view. Phil pushes you forward just a touch just as you spot Jake and Shawn with Connor shuffling just behind to get the right angle for the surprise.

He’s in his pre-show zone, not taking in much around him. Jake nudges him though and his eyes shoot up. Shawn looks over towards you, taking a moment for things to register, and when it does his smile is as bright as you’ve seen. His eyes grow wide, he turns to Jake, who nods with a grin and then Shawn takes off in a sprint.

“Surprise!” you try to scream, but he’s already got you in his hold lifting you to swing you around.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming, please,” he utters in your ear before pulling you closer, finally getting you back on your feet.

You slide your hands from his shoulders, one to the nape of his neck fingering the wispy curls there, the other to nudge his one in-ear out.

“Not a dream, baby. Very much here, very much real. You got me for the rest of the run, love,” you say directly into his ear. “Go be my Rockstar. I’ll watch side stage, be there waiting for you after the show.”

You pop his in-ear back into place then cup his cheek, watching his eyes roll back slightly.

“I love you so damn much,” he yells before kissing you soundly. “I am so lucky you’re mine.”

Shawn rubs his nose against yours before sneaking in another kiss, then runs up to the stage with Jake on his heels. Jake winks as he passes, throwing a double thumbs up before Phil takes you towards the back staircase so you can set up on the rolling case you know is waiting for you.

The show is electric as always, but he’s got a special energy tonight. You can’t help but feel a bit happy as to probably being the reason why. He’s smiling, sweaty and disheveled, running back towards you in the break before the encore.

“You’re a mess,” you quip with a smile, handing him a bottle of water and a towel.

“Never minded that before,” he retorts back, running a hand through the mess of his hair after wiping his face down with the towel.

“Not the place Shawn Peter,” you say, shooing him away. “Go finish, I’m not going anywhere.”

He drops the water bottle down on the case next to you, stealing another kiss before bopping his way back out.

You hop off the case and head out towards the curtain line to get a better view. His encore covers have been something else this tour. He’s been leaning hard into Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’ and it’s a stunner, especially just him and the piano.

“I had a surprise tonight delivered to me just before the show, a really amazing one actually,” he begins as he settles into playing the piano. “So, if you all don’t mind, I’m going to play something a little special before I get into my last two songs.”

Once he hits the first few chords, your jaw drops immediately.

“You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down. You, you enchant me, even when you're not around. If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down. I'm latching on babe now I know what I have found,” he sings and you can’t help but inch closer to the edge as far as you can go without being spotted or seen. “I feel we're close enough, I wanna lock in your love. I think we're close enough, could I lock in your love, baby? Now I got you in my space, I won't let go of you. Got you shackled in my embrace; I'm latching on to you.”

You didn’t expect this the other night, so you very much don’t expect it tonight. You can’t do anything but watch him, enamored and amazed. He sounds breathtaking. The whole song just gives you goosebumps, especially in a setting like this. Damn this boy.

“Thanks for indulging me tonight, Santiago,” he says and you can see the flush spreading across his cheeks, even from there. He immediately segues into Free Fallin’ to get his encore moving, before finishing completely with If I Can’t Have You.

He’s got a hold of your hands the moment he’s out of sight of the audience.

“Did you like it?” he asks, dipping his head down to kiss you, feather soft.

“Love it, love you,” you reply, dusting kisses across his knuckles. “Come on, let’s get you back there before they start to think we’re defiling a case on the stage.”

He chuckles, tangling his fingers deeper with yours before leading you towards his dressing room. As you hit the main hallway, most of the band and the crew are waiting there and start whooping and clapping the moment the two of you come into view.

“What the hell?” you question, as he holds your hand tighter trying to make your way down the hall. He shakes his head, cheeks pink as he bites his bottom lip.

“Hold up,” Jake stops you both just before the doorway to his room, arms crossing against his chest and a shit eating grin spread across his face. “Believe you owe this lady a thank you.”

“Hello, the song, on stage, the encore? In front of the whole damn audience,” he retorts, running his free hand through his curls before tugging you towards him and the door without getting you covered in post-show sweat. “Now I’d like to shower, get the heck out of here so I can spend some time with her. Without an audience.”

You can hear the snickers and wolf whistles, it’s your turn to flush. Jake shakes his head no.

“You know what you assholes, fine,” Shawn sighs before rolling his eyes.

“Don’t even with me kid,” Jake smirks.

“I know what you’re…” he trails off but tugs your hand, so you stand closer to him. “Shit. C’mere baby.”

The next thing you know he’s cupping your neck and kissing the breath straight out of you. Your hands fly up, one gripping his shoulder the other tangling in his hair. He pulls away first, just as breathless as you’re feeling.

“You all happy now? Can I please get into my room?” he asks.

Jake moves aside, patting him on the shoulder. He snatches your hand and tugs you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you both.

“Do I even want to know?” you say, leaning back against the door as he toes off his boots.

“Grander the gesture, bigger the thank you,” he replies, stripping off his button down next, his tank and jeans follow. “They like to tease, you know this. Especially when you and I start getting the way we do. It’s all in good fun, but not when you pull the most epic surprise and I’ve run through a whole damn show. I haven’t seen you in how long and I still haven’t really held you or loved on you the way I want to.”

“Then you best go shower, sweetheart,” you tease. “You know feeling is mutual.”

He darts over to kiss you again, “Be right back.”

He’s quick, which you appreciate, and even more that he’s just in a pair of threadbare, low slung navy sweats when he heads back out to you. He drops the towel in his hand to snag yours, pulling you towards the couch. He flops down first and pulls you immediately down on top of him. He kisses your forehead before scooting you down so your head can rest comfortably on his shoulder. He smells fresh, clean, warm, like him and like home.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you slowly and thoroughly. “Fuck, how I missed you. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so damn happy that you’re here. You’re amazing you know that? How did you pull this off?”

“Once Hong Kong pushed timeline, I had a little wiggle room, but I wouldn’t be sure until Denmark signed off,” you explain, finger carefully tracing back and forth against his collarbone and shoulder. “I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. Then like a week and a half ago? That night we just couldn’t get timing together I think you were in Panama still. I was up and cranky at stupid o’clock, said screw it. I knew I had some comp time due, had a little vacation time left, plus after Bucharest debacle on their part, they kind of owe me to boot. Called Bea, looped in Cez and voila.”

“You’re making it harder to even come remotely close to do for you what you do for me,” he presses his lips against your hair. “I’m so grateful for you.”

“There’s not a tally, sweetheart. We do for each other, you know this,” you remind him. “You and me, always right?”

There’s a knock on the door and jingling of keys, you go to move but Shawn holds you to him.

“Just gonna be C, we’re not doing anything. You stay put,” he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles your ear.

“Sorry kids, time to get a move on,” Cez calls out from the doorway. “Can I come in? Are you at least PG?”

“It’s cuddling man, that’s all,” Shawn barks out with a laugh as you bury your head into his neck.

“You’ve got about 10 minutes to get yourselves together before the sprinter gets here,” he reminds you both. “We’ve got a curfew in the building overall, so we can’t be late on this one.”

“I’ll make sure he’s ready,” you reply, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Let’s go, you. Need to get your stuff together. Can’t be late.”

“Listen to your girl, Shawn,” Cez remarks. “She’s right. Plus, you’ll be free of us and interruptions once you’re back at the hotel. Late call tomorrow since we’re already set here. I’m leaving the door unlocked and open so no funny bunny ok?”

“Thanks, Cez. See you in a few,” you say, trying to nudge at Shawn.

“You know that means we can go to that park in the morning,” you whisper, kissing his chin once Cez is back out in the hallway. “Upsy daisy dear.”

He sighs dramatically, but with a smile, “Only if you promise a little morning love, breakfast in bed and that park in the morning.”

“You drive such a hard bargain,” you giggle. “It’s a deal.”

He kisses you quickly and loudly before sitting up with you still in his hold, “I can’t wait to get you alone alone tonight.”

“Which would be sooner if you got a move on,” you roll your eyes, poking at his chest while his hands palm you ass.

He stops for a moment though, looks at you softly while not taking his eyes off of you.

“Love you pretty girl,” he declares, hand pushing stray strands of your hair away from your cheek, before holding it in his palm.

“Love you too, Shawn.”

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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Overnight Sensation: Chungha x Reader

hii! can i request a chungha scenario where her s/o debuts as a soloist that blows up over night?

Your debut stage was in a few hours and you couldn’t believe it. The nerves were getting to you more than ever, you couldn’t eat anything and you only got sleep because your girlfriend forced you to take a sleep aid. As excited as you were, you were also scared something would happen last minute. As every idol knows, nothing is final until you’re on that debut stage. It doesn’t matter if the song is recorded, music video filmed, or social media announcements made. Absolutely nothing means your debut is secured until you are onstage performing.

You felt a hand on your back, “come on babe, get dressed we have to go.” Chungha stood in front of you, dressed like a lazy college student. An oversized t shirt that was definitely yours, a pair of sweatpants, and sneakers. Her hair was in a messy bun with her glasses were sliding off her nose, and a mask covering half her face.

You asked her “why so early? My manager said she’d come get me at 9...it’s 7.” She responded “just trust me, let’s go let’s go!” You sighed and gave in knowing she was probably right. After all she’d already debuted, two times at that.

Sure enough, Chungha was right. Leaving earlier was better because the venue of your debut stage was farther than your manager though. You ended up getting there around 10 am, your managers were just going to meet you there.

You debut stage started at 7 pm but you had to run through multiple dance rehearsals, a sound check, interview prep, photo prep, makeup, hair, and your own personal vocal and dance warm ups. In addition to this you also wanted to check in with your dancers making sure they were fine as well. They were all trainees as well as a few professionals mixed in, but more importantly they were your friends too.

Your girlfriend walked with you to your large dressing room. She set down the gigantic bag that was in her hand. You asked “Jagi what is all of this?” She responded “your weighted heated blanket, your favorite snacks, a lot of water, extra clothes for when you’re done, your massage ball, slides, and pain killers.” You sat down and put on your slides as she handed them over, taking your sneakers in return.

•

As soon as your team got to the venue, all hell broke loose. You had people running around left and right shouting in Korean, Japanese, and English. You’d already done three dance rehearsals without your costume on, and two with it on. Your feet were killing you and your body ached, and it was only 11 am.

The first sound check was terrible, and you just wanted to go home and go back to sleep. As you danced your IEMs flew out and you couldn’t hear anything, making it hard to perform. You tried your best but had to redo it two more times.

Coming back to the room Chungha saw your discouraged face. She waved off your team who immediately were ready to point you to another task. “Baby whats wrong?” She asked you, her voice full of concern.

In that moment everything just became too much and you broke down in tears. Chungha immediately pulled you into a corner and shooed everyone else away. Holding you in her arms she did her best to calm you down. “Shhh baby it’s ok just breathe and tell me what’s wrong. It’s ok I’m right here. I’ll fix it just tell me the problem” She calmly spoke to you while running circles on your back.

Once your tears subsided you told her “this is too much...I can’t. My custom in ears haven’t come yet so i’m using ones that are too big and they keep coming out while i’m dancing. I’m so tired and my body hurts so much. I don’t even know what i’m doing...why did I want this?”

Your girlfriend’s heart broke upon hearing you, but she knew exactly what to say. “Jagiya look at me” She pushed your head up with her thumb. “You have worked so hard for this. Day and night, for years. You’ve watched your friends debut and you want the same thing, it’s right here all you have to do is just go through with it. I know you can do it ok?” You nodded and she kissed you gently on the lips.

She continued “and I’ll get you time to sleep ok? I just need you to get through about ten more minutes then you can sleep. And i’ll have them tape your in ears so they don’t fall out ok? Every problem has a solution Jagi, it’s gonna be fine.” She kissed you again and got up to talk to your managers.

When she csme back she told you “ok you have 90 minutes to yourself ok? Now lay down and let me massage your legs and back ok?” You let her do as she said and you definitely were starting to feel better. She gave you a few pain killers as well to help with your body aches. Then she laid down with you and pulled you into her arms. You tugged the blanket out of the gigantic bag she brought you earlier, and laid it over you. Within minutes you were sleeping soundly against your girlfriend.

When you woke up Chungha’s arms were still wrapped around you. She kissed the top of your head and said “feel better my love?” You nodded and she said “ok good, you have to get changed again and your makeup done.”

Your stylist gave you your outfit and helped you change into it quickly. The hair stylist didn’t take long with your hair but makeup was different. Your makeup artist was in fact a perfectionist so she took a little extra time paying attention to details.

After preparing for interview questions and pictures, you were able to sit down and relax for a few minutes before you had to go onstage. Chungha attached your mic pack onto your back and made sure your IEMs were securely taped so they couldn’t fall out.

Before heading to perform she pulled you aside, she knew you were nervous and trying to cover it up. “Hey don’t be nervous jagi, you’ll do amazing ok?” She could still read doubt all over your face “Y/N. You have worked so hard for this. Go and enjoy it ok? Smile for me, you’re prettiest when you smile.” She kissed you lips softly before pushing you away towards the stage.

•

After several hours your debut showcase was finally over. It went extremely well and you were really happy with how everything turned out. As you ran off stage your entire team applauded you and cheered. You felt relieved but you knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter of your life.

You thanked your team and took pictures with your dancers so you could post on SNS later, but right now all you wanted to do was sleep

You ran into Chungha’s arms and she held you close. She kissed you all over your face, telling you how well you did and how beautiful you look. She went to help you change and pack up so you two could go home.

•

As soon as you make it to your bedroom you collapse onto your bed. Chungha helped you get undressed and into the shower, while she set up the bed so you can sleep. She also took time to scroll through SNS to see what people are saying, so far it’s overwhelmingly positive.

When you came back from the shower she patted the bed and you didn’t hesitate to climb in. She kissed you softly before getting up to quickly brush her teeth and do skincare. When she returned you sleepily smiled to her.

“Whats gotten into you?” She poked you playfully. You responded “i have the most beautiful girlfriend ever...” She laughed and pushed your shoulder lightly “oh stop it you big cheeseball. You’re tired and goofy.”

This time she was the one curling into your body. She whispered “i’m so proud of you Y/N, just wait until tomorrow. Your name will be everywhere.” You replied “goodnight baby i love you, thank you for everything today.” She responded “always.”

•

When you woke up the next morning Chungha was still asleep, her soft snores filling the room. You picked up your phone and saw you had over 100 notifications. Your manager had been texting you for a few hours, friends, family, everyone you knew was telling you to look up your name online.

You hoped to dear god that it was nothing bad but upon reading the first headline you were relieved. Headline after headline, article after article, post after post, everything was extremely positive.

You woke up your girlfriend and she sleepily looked at your phone. She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand on her side and looked again. Her eyes widened and she threw herself on top of you.

“Oh baby i’m so proud of you! Wow oh my gosh!” She happily shouted. You couldn’t believe your music video had millions of views already, your debut showcase was one of the most watched in soloist history, let alone 4th gen history.

Chungha let you lay back in her arms as she played with your hair. “So...hows it feel to be an overnight sensation?” She asked you curiously with a smile. You felt your cheeks warm up and you laughed “really good...it feels amazing.”

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hippiebuckyharrington · 4 years

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Yeah, It’s Me.

This is an almost very late birthday gift to my dear @negativenuggetz. You deserve the world, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday! Thank you for being wonderful and always cheering me up. You deserve so much more than this, but I hope you like it!! (Mind the read more)

Read here on ao3!

5. "Coffee." Steve muttered, and slid a mug toward where Billy was just staring out the tiny window in the kitchen of their apartment.

Billy smiled a little, wrapping his fingers around the warm mug. He took a grateful sip, and sighed a little. Steve always knows how to make the coffee exactly the way Billy likes it. He almost makes it better than Billy himself make it.

"You work today?" Steve asks. Billy nods. "Need a ride?"

Billy nods again. He doesn't really talk much since July a year ago. Doesn't have much to say anymore. Though that's not quite true. He's not sure he can ever explain how traumatic it was to speak in a voice that wasn't his.

"I've got work today, but I can drop you off, and then if you don't mind waiting about 45 minutes after you're done, I can pick you up again." Steve says, smiling happily. He slides some bacon and eggs over to Billy. Billy eats quietly, and Steve chatters away about something Billy doesn't listen to. He’s been distracted since last summer, and Steve never blames him for that.

Billy clears his plate, and wordlessly wanders into his room to change for work. He pulls his hair back as best he can, it's growing out since the summer, and Billy really likes its length now.

Steve is changed for work too by the time Billy is, his name tag affixed to the horrible grey shirt he has to wear at the Video Store. He's yawning and watching TV.

Billy wanders back into the kitchen to try and cobble together a lunch. He doesn't do very much of the shopping, his hours at the garage are long, and he's almost always exhausted when he gets home. Steve always shops for them. Billy always means to help more, but it never works out. He’s always so tired.

"Oh! Here." Steve calls, coming over and handing Billy a brown paper bag. Billy blinks.

"Lunch?" Steve says and shakes the bag a little at Billy.

Billy nods, and takes the sack from Steve.

"Ready to go?" Steve says, and at Billy's nod he grabs the keys and leads the way to the car.

The Camaro, Billy's first love, is still out of commission after the summer. He’d get it fixed, tow it to the garage and fix it when things are slow, but the car is collecting dust in the back drive of Cherry Lane. Billy can't get it. Much as he wants too. Neil’s got it held hostage. Steve gives him rides and seems all too happy to mother hen him but Billy misses his baby.

They pull up to the garage, and Steve smiles at Billy, bright and open. Billy's heart aches, how did Steve Harrington get so pretty.

"Have a good day! I'll be back at 7!" Steve chirps. Billy nods.

"Bye Harrington." He whispers.

Steve grins and pulls away from the curb once Billy gets out of the car. Billy clocks in and checks the list of cars, and the mechanics assigned to them.

"Hey there kiddo!" Bernie calls from the main garage.

"Good morning." Billy calls back. Bernie is Gary's wife, the two have been working at the garage for over 30 years.

Bernie chatters away all shift, but Billy doesn't mind. She talks about cars, and the people, and she doesn't care that Billy doesn't really answer.

"Your roommate drive you in?" She asks when they take their lunch break. Billy nods. He opens the paper bag and finds an apple, a sandwich, a candy bar, and a sticky note with a smiley face drawn on it. Billy rolls his eyes and starts in on the turkey sandwich.

"Roommate make the lunch too?" Bernie asks. Billy nods.

"You in love with him too, or is it just him?" Bernie asks. Billy chokes on his sandwich and gapes at her. She grins. "I ain't gonna tell anyone. I'm just askin."

"I…." He says. And then swallows thickly. "He's just… he likes taking care of people." Bernie grins.

"Sure, he does." Bernie says. "But I think yall love each other." She goes back to her cold pizza nonchalantly but Billy ignores her resolutely, desperately disputing what she's said in his head. It’s not true, Steve is straight.

He ignores her all afternoon, but when Steve's red Beemer pulls up, she wiggles her eyebrows at him and smirks. He blushes and scurries out to the waiting car.

"Hey!" Steve chirps when Billy climbs in. "How was your day?"

"Fine." Billy says, and can't help but watch Steve out of the corner of his eyes. Steve prattles on about some story at work.

Billy smiles at him a little and closes his eyes, listening to Steve complain about some annoying kid who apparently switched all the tapes and cases on the horror shelf, so he and Robin spent all shift sorting it out. It’s really nice, and Billy tries not to think about it too much.

4. Billy is drunk. Quiet drunk. Quit Drunk. Qu... Qu... Very Drunk. Whatever. He's drunk, for the first time in a while. He fumbles with his keys for ages on the front step, mostly just dropping them and picking them back up over and over.

Heather had shown up a few hours ago, barging through the apartment door and demanding that Billy join her for a party in Roan. Billy hadn't quite had a reason to say no, so he went with her. It had been loud, and exhausting. But it’d also been good, he'd drank warm, flat beer, danced with Heather, and smoked a little. And Heather had stayed sober and driven him home, and watched him carefully to see if he needed anything at the party. He’d even flirted a little. (The guy did NOT look like Steve, shuddup Heath.)

She's sitting in her car by the curb to watch and make sure he gets inside the apartment ok. She’s mostly just laughing at his many failed attempts too hard to actually help him.

He eventually does, and stumbles inside. It's dark, and he squints around. He turns and fumbles with the door trying to close it. (His foot is in the way, which takes him way too long to figure out). A light clicks on in the hallway.

"Bills?" Steve's sleepy voice calls. "You home?"

"yeps!" Billy chirps. Steve laughs.

"How ya feelin?" Steve mumbles.

"Goooooods." Billy slurs. Steve laughs and motions Billy into the kitchen.

He pulls out some leftovers from his dinner, spaghetti and garlic bread, that he heats up and slides over to Billy. Billy tucks into the food and eats quietly, this time because he’s inebriated. Steve sits at the table, adorably sleepy, in old basketball shorts and a giant stretched out hoodie, that he's pulled over his hands. He smiles softly at Billy whenever Billy looks at him.

"Tell me about the party." Steve whispers.

"Itssss fine. Loud." Billy says.

Steve nods. "I believe it. I'm glad you went."

"You are?" Billy whispers.

"Yeah, you're looking more like your old self." Steve says. Billy is too drunk to piece that bit together, so he just finishes his food.

Steve sits there and watches him for a while, knee pulled up, cheek resting on it. Billy shoves the plate away. Steve stands up and clears the plate. He ruffles Billy's hair a little on the way to the sink. Billy sighs happily, and rests his forehead on the table.

"Stevie, I'm vary drunk. Berry Drunk. Very Drink. Drunk. Issss drinked." He mutters. Steve chuckles from behind him.

"Yes, I can tell." He says.

"I'm soooooooooo sleepy. Hey Pretty Boy! Can Isss ask you something?" Billy mumbles.

"Of course, what's up?"

"Do weeeee has ice scream? Frozen milk? You know? The sugar and the cold. You know?" Billy says and then sits bolt upright. "Stevie! Oh mys god, tell me we have icescream!!"

Steve laughs. "We always have ice cream Bills." He pulls out the tub and dishes it up, sliding it to Billy again. Billy grins and digs in. Steve rolls his eyes and goes back to the dishes.

Billy almost falls asleep into his ice cream, but he finishes it. He only drops the spoon four times and he even tries to clear the dish. It's just basically a lot of fumbling around and Steve takes the bowl from him, laughing.

"Come on, bed time." Steve says, tugging Billy toward the bedrooms.

They rented this tiny two-bedroom apartment above Melvald’s after the summer, as soon as he was released from the hospital. Billy couldn't bear to live with his dad anymore, and Steve's parents kicked him out when they found out that he hadn't gotten into college.

It's got two tiny bedrooms, and one bathroom. Their furniture is all mismatched, and Billy is sleeping on a mattress on the floor, but they are out from under parents that hated them.

Steve eases Billy down onto his bed, and helps him out of his boots.

"Stevie?"

"Yes Bills?"

"I'm tired." Steve laughs.

"I know, we're getting you to bed." Steve says. "You want your jeans off?"

"You jus' tryin tah get me nekkkkkkid." Billy slurs, doing that closed eye drunk squint thing.

Steve laughs. "Sure, that's what I'm trying to do." The sarcasm is lost on Billy, but he’s not really paying attention.

He hauls Billy up, and helps him undo his button and fly, then slide out of the jeans. (Billy had worn underwear to the party because he knew he wouldn’t be getting any.)

Steve has to basically shove him back onto the bed, and he pulls the covers over Billy.

"Goodnight Bills." Steve whispers, and combs his fingers through Billy's hair for a minute. Billy's eyelids droop.

He's asleep before Steve even leaves the room.

"So, this boy put you to bed?" Bernie creaks the next day, in her raspy voice.

"Yeah." Billy says.

"Fed you, took off your pants, shoes, and put you to bed?" She asks, one eye brow creeping up.

"Yeah?" Billy says, eating the sandwich Steve made him.

"Boy, that man loves you." Bernie says. Billy rolls his eyes.

"He does not, straight remember?"

"Sure, he is, you keep thinking that." Bernie says, getting up to greet a haggard looking man walking toward the garage.

3. "Ok, so, I work all weekend, but the kids wanted to come over Saturday night, for movies. Dustin already gave me a list." Steve says, eyeing the notebook page where he'd scribbled his schedule. "I know they are a lot, but Max misses you."

"Ok." Billy says, and then slides the piece of paper with his schedule over to Steve.

They do this every two weeks, when they get their new schedules. Billy needs rides, he doesn't like the bus, and his coworkers can't pick him up often. Bernie takes him home sometimes, but Steve doesn't mind helping.

"Holy crap, Billy! Why are you working like 10 hours on Saturday?!" Steve cries, gaping at Billy's schedule.

"Only time we could get the school buses in for detailing before school starts." Billy mumbles.

"It's Hawkins, there's like four school buses." Steve mutters.

"They take a while, and we have some other cars that need finishing." Billy says. Steve sighs.

"That sounds like hell. Well, I can take you to work, and pick you up if you want that day, Tuesdays and Wednesdays you'll need a ride home." Steve says. Billy nods and makes a note on his schedule to ask Bernie, or maybe Sam. Sam works at the garage too, but he's attending college a few towns over, so he can't work as often.

Steve moves on, puttering around the kitchen making a grocery list, and Billy drifts off to read on the couch.

The week passes like usual. Work is busy, but Billy loves getting a car running again. He also rarely deals with clients. People expect a certain amount of brusqueness from their mechanic, and they don't mind if he doesn't talk much as long as the cars run again.

Saturday morning, he and Steve get up bright and early. Steve gets ready for work, makes them both lunch and coffee. He takes Billy to his job, two hours before Steve has to be at his own.

The school buses are all nightmares, and even with Sam, Bernie, Gary, and Billy all working on one, it takes them nearly the whole shift to get them working again on the school’s budget. They also get two of the really nice cars in from Loch Nora, for oil changes, but their owners demand full inspections. By the time the shift is over, all of them are exhausted, sacked out around the break room, with the fans going full blast. They all have shoved their coveralls down to their waists, and everyone's under shirts are riding up.

"Are those from��" Sam asks. Billy glances down and sees the edges of his scars peeking out under his white tank. He blows out a slow breath.

"Ay! Sam! Fuckin' rude man!!!" Bernie snaps, her usually cheerful demeanor squashed by so many hours working.

Sam looks sheepish and goes back to standing in front of the fan.

The official public story is that Billy was caught in the mall fire rescuing El and the kids. He was badly burned and had to be in ICU of the hospital for three weeks. That's all people know.

Billy self-consciously pulls down his tank and drops his head back to the couch.

"Billy?" Steve calls.

"We're in here hun!" Bernie calls. She's known Steve for years, her daughter used to babysit him when he was little.

"Hey Mrs. Hannan, Mr. Hannan." Steve says.

"You can call me Bernie; we've been over this honey." Bernie says. Steve rolls his eyes and nods. Gary nods at him, but doesn't say anything, he's exhausted.

"Ready to go Billy?" Steve asks. Billy nods and gets up, nodding to everyone.

"See you Monday Billy." Bernie calls. Billy nods again and follows Steve to the car. They are both quiet on the way home, Steve knows Billy is drop dead tired.

Once they get home, Billy nods at the kids piled all over the couch and heads to the shower. Max waves and settles back against Lucas.

Billy takes a long shower, trying to work all the grease out of his hair. He doesn't quite manage it, but he gives up when the water runs cold. He hops out of the shower, slinging the towel around his waist. He wipes off the mirror and stares. The scars have fades to pale pink right now, but they are raised and a little lumpy. He sighs, hating them. But the doctors said there was nothing they could do for them. He just has to live with them.

He pulls on a comfy shirt and flannel sleep pants. Billy steps out of the bathroom and tosses his work clothes toward the laundry pile in his room.

"Billy? Dinner's ready!" Steve calls.

Billy doesn't reply just heads to the kitchen. He stops short in the doorway. Steve is fighting back the kids from the piles of food on the table, armed with an apron and a spatula. One plate is piled with steamed broccoli covered in cheese, steaming still. Another is filled with crispy breaded fish, and there is a mountain of French fries next to it.

"I said wait! Billy gets to get food first!" Steve says, physically holding Dustin back.

"But I'm hungry!" Dustin whines.

"Tough shit, you guys are animals. Jesus." Steve says, and then grins at Billy.

"Hey! Come get food! These kids are gonna demolish this." Steve says, glaring at Lucas when he moves closer. El giggles.

Billy walks over and grabs one of their mismatched plates. He takes several pieces of fish, handfuls of fries, and a huge serving of broccoli. The second he clears the table, Steve sighs.

"Alright, go ahead you monsters." Steve says, and steps back as the kids swarm the table. Billy sinks onto the couch, and takes the cold beer Steve hands him. Billy takes a careful bite of the fish, and nearly groans at the taste.

"Is it good? I asked my aunt in Maine for the recipe, she used to live in Cali. Finding fresh Cod was a bitch. Is it good?" Steve asks softly. Billy nods.

"I love fish and chips, and broccoli." Billy says. Steve smiles.

"I know, I asked Max what your favorite food was. Your day was so crazy, I wanted to make you something good for ya." Steve say, and then leaps up to break up Mike and Dustin, who are fighting over the food.

Billy frowns at his food, but he's too tired to wonder why Steve went to all this trouble. He doesn't know where one would even buy fish in Hawkins, but it's the freshest he's had in a while. (Still not as fresh as Cali, but fresh for Indiana.)

He's so tired, and the food is perfect, so he shrugs it off and tucks in to his dinner. The kids all pile on the couch or floor with their plates and Steve puts in some alien movie that the kids watch raptly. Billy falls asleep half way through, with Max leaning against his side. Steve helps him to bed again, smiling softly.

Bernie cackles on Monday when Billy tells her about the dinner, and mutters at him about roommates and being in love. Billy wonders how life got to the point where his best friend is a fifty-year-old mechanic. Her and his roommate. Life is weird.

2. Billy has come a long way in the months since the July 4th battle. He saw a therapist for a while, and still goes in every few weeks for check ins. He took his meds diligently, and was given a prescription for depression and anxiety, that he mostly doesn't take, it's for emergencies.

Billy probably should have taken one before bed. He'd been yelled at by a rich housewife, who thought he'd broken her car (he hadn't), then Sam had dropped an entire tool box, causing Billy to startle so bad he'd spilled hot coffee all down his front. That had immediately reminded his of constantly being scalding hot with the monster in his brain. Then he'd dropped a tool on his foot. To top it all off, he'd forgot to tell Steve that he worked later today, so Steve wasn't able to pick him up, and Billy had had to catch Hawkins’ only bus, which was crowded and awful. Billy was quiet all through dinner and had gone straight to bed after, falling into an exhausted sleep.

It hadn't been peaceful for long.

In the nightmare, Billy was walking through the mall, begging the Mind Flayer not to do it, to find someone else. It had whispered in its horrible voice, that Billy was the best choice, and together they would create perfection. Billy was so tired, and couldn't fight. Couldn't fight as it killed the kids, one by one, Max last. He'd screamed, begged her to run, but she hadn't, couldn’t. But then the mind flayer dragged Steve, bruised and bloody, forward. Billy had screamed and fought, begging not to kill Steve. The mind flayer hadn't cared, and had bent to kill him.

Billy sat bolt upright with a scream, clawing at the shirt plastered to his chest with sweat. The light in the hallway clicked on, and the door banged open as Steve rushed in. Billy jumped and pressed himself into the corner, staring in horror at Steve.

"Billy, it's me, you're safe." Steve whispers, crouching near the bed.

"Steve…." Billy breathes.

"It was just a nightmare, you're ok." Steve says. He gets up quickly, turning on the floor lamp in the corner, and disappears into the hall. He comes back a few seconds later with a glass of water. He sets it near Billy, but doesn't hand it to him. Billy would be grateful if he had any thoughts to spare.

He chugs the water, and the looks at Steve for a long moment.

"You ok?" Steve whispers.

Billy takes a deep breath. "Mind flayer is gone right?" Billy whispers. Steve nods.

"Yep, we killed it, don't worry. We got it." Steve whispers. Billy nods.

"It was just a nightmare, I promise, you're safe." Steve says again.

"Don't think I can sleep anymore." Billy whispers a few minutes later. Steve frowns, checking the clock, proudly displaying one am.

"You need to sleep Bills." Steve whispers.

"Can't. Nightmares travel in packs." Billy mutters. Steve laughs.

"What if I stay?" Steve whispers.

Billy levels him with a look. "I'll sleep on the floor, but sometimes having someone nearby can really help." Steve whispers. Billy sighs.

"If you need to." He whispers.

Steve smiles, and gets up. He leaves the hall light on, and then turns out the light in Billy's room. Billy lies down, and wordlessly lifts the covers to let Steve in. Steve slides beneath the covers and sighs. "Not a word Harrington." Billy grumbles. Steve chuckles lowly.

"Wasn't gonna tell a soul, but we've been living together for too long for you to call me Harrington again." Steve mutters.

Billy just grunts. "Go to sleep Bills."

"You sleep, Stevie." Billy mutters.

They both lie there for a while, and Billy's head spins. Steve is here, in his bed, breathing softly. Which brings up the whole mess Billy has been ignoring for too long: that he's utterly gone on Steve Harrington. Has been since first seeing him a year ago on the basketball court, all sweaty and flustered.

And it's only gotten worse since moving in together.

Although, its mellowed slightly. In high school, Billy wanted to fuck Steve's brains out, or maybe have Steve fuck his brains out. Either way, Billy only really wanted to have sex with Steve. But since the mind flayer, and almost dying, and then moving in with Steve, the feelings have mellowed.

It's more focused on Steve himself. Billy wants a life together, to share a bed with Steve, to hold him, to be held by him at night. To sit next to him on the couch and lean into him, because he's exhausted. To hold his hand on the car ride home, to kiss him quick when he gets home. To go out with Robin and Heather to restaurants, so that they can go on dates. He wants the freedom to roll over right now and throw his arms over Steve, snuggling closer.

"You ok, Billy?" Steve whispers.

"I thought you were asleep pretty boy." Billy mutters.

"Nope." Steve says, popping the p. Billy rolls his eyes. Steve chuckles.

"I practically felt you roll your eyes." Steve sasses. Billy chuckles a little. They lapse into silence again.

"I'm not gonna bite ya, Bills." Steve mumbles.

"I know." Billy whispers. Steve shifts around until he's lying on his side facing Billy.

"Go to sleep, you look exhausted." Steve whispers.

"Thanks, Steve." Billy snarks. Steve laughs.

"Fine, I'm exhausted. So quit thinking and go to bed." Steve snaps. Billy laughs, and takes a deep breath. Steve's eyes have dropped closed, fluffy hair flopped around the pillow, and long lashes dusting his cheeks. Billy takes a slow breath, trying to match the rhythm of Steve’s.

His eyes drop closed, and before he knows it, he's asleep.

Billy wakes up to Steve's alarm blaring in the other room, snuggled into Steve's arms.

"I can feel you overthinking, already." Steve mutters. "Give me a minute, I didn't want to get up and wake you." Steve squeezes Billy tight for a moment.

Then he gets up and goes running into his room to dress for work. Billy sits alone in his room, trying desperately to find his footing again.

Steve doesn't bring it up at breakfast though, or for the rest of the day, so Billy grudgingly leaves it alone.

1. Billy sort of falls into a downward spiral after that night. He withdrew more into himself over the next weeks, and is quiet at work, home, and everywhere in between. He had nightmares every night. And every night Steve slipped into his bed and held him. Billy pretended it didn't mean anything, but he clung to Steve.

"You don't have to talk about it." Steve whispered one night, running his fingers through Billy's hair. "But I'm here if you want to."

Billy nodded a little, and pressed closer, letting himself have this comfort, as much as he could.

"I'm scared." Billy confessed, a little while later. Steve was quiet, but Billy could tell he was listening. "I'm scared it'll come back, and that it'll make me hurt you and the kids."

"Oh Bills." Steve says, pulling Billy closer. "It's gone we got it, killed it, closed the gate. And even if it came back, we'd stop it again." Steve pulls back a little and looks Billy dead in the eye. "I will always come to find you, always. I promise." Only Steve can look this serious at butt fuck o’clock in the morning, talking Billy down from nightmares. Billy sighs and snuggles closer.

"I'm gonna hold you to that Harrington."

"You got it Hargrove."

They curl around each other and fall asleep like that.

Eventually Steve just starts going to bed in Billy's bed, which finally stops the nightmares.

Billy feels like maybe it's something they should talk about, something they should address. But Steve doesn't bring it up, just continues to live his life like normal, so Billy does as well.

But every morning he wakes up in Steve's arms, it's hard to remember that they aren't together like that. And that Steve is straight.

As October wears on, it's hard to remember that they haven't always done this. Billy tries really hard not to think about it, but it's almost constantly on his mind.

"You ok?" Bernie asks on their lunch break. Billy just grunts. "That aint an answer."

Billy sighs, and mumbles an answer under his breath.

"Didn't quite catch that hun." Bernie says, far too chipper.

"’M in love with my roommate." Billy mutters, and pauses, holding his breath. He can feel his heart pounding. Coming out in the past has not gone great for him.

Bernie whoops and thumps his shoulder. "Damn right you are!!" Billy raises an eyebrow at her. People in California were a little more liberal with this, they didn't care much. (In some neighborhoods they did, but in most they didn't). But this is a small-town Indiana: they aren't the most openminded people.

But Bernie is smiling so big, Billy's a little worried she's gonna hurt herself.

"So, you two handsome young men together yet or what?" Bernie asks. Billy rolls his eyes.

"Gross Bernie. He's straight remember?" Billy says. Bernie rolls her eyes.

"Please, I've seen the way he watches you, he's not straight."

"Creepy Bern." Billy says. Bernie grins and bumps their shoulders together.

"I think he's in love with you, that's all I'm saying." Bernie says.

They sit in silence for a while, Bernie munching on her pretzels, Billy eating his apple and mulling that over.

"Bernie?" Billy asks.

"Yes, Honey?" She says immediately. Billy is struck by how much she's like a mom to him, and how much he appreciates it.

"You don't mind that I'm…." Billy trails off.

"Oh honey, of course not. My daughter, you remember Shawna?" She asks. Billy has met Shawna like one time, she lives in Seattle. Billy isn't sure what she does. "Shawna lives with her girlfriend in Seattle. Shawna is a lawyer out there, and Christina is a teacher." Bernie sighs a little. "They have to pretend to be roommates, but me and Gary know that they are together. I love her with my whole heart, no matter who she loves."

Billy blinks a few times and accepts the hug Bernie pulls him into.

"You're wonderful, don't let anyone tell you different." She murmurs and then releases him and gets back to work.

Billy thinks about it all day, and on the entire bus ride home. It’s funny how casually Bernie said something that he’s gonna think about for the rest of his life.

He unlocks the door at home and steps in to see Robin and Heather curled together on the couch, and Steve sitting in the sagging armchair.

"Hey Bills, how was work?" Steve asks. Heather and Robin twist around and grin at him.

"Fine. Hi Heath, Buckley, what are you all doing here?" Billy mumbles.

"Steve asked us over for movies." Robin says.

"Yeah, I wanted to be around their gross happiness." Steve snarks.

"Gross happiness?" Billy asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"I asked her out like a month ago, and she said yes. Which you'd know if you hung out with me anymore." Heather snarks. Billy grins at them.

"Sorry, work." He says, and goes to shower.

When he gets out, the others have ordered pizza and are gathered around the coffee table. They don't hear Billy coming back down the hall way.

"Come on Steve, just tell him. Yall already sleep in the same damn bed, I think he's there." Robin says. Heather nods.

"You are the only person he trusts; I swear, I think he's into you too." Heather says, shoving pizza in her face.

Billy backs up and deliberately steps on the trick board in the hall way.

By the time he rounds the corner, Steve has a plate of pizza ready for him. Billy sits down and smiles at him.

"You've got some grease in your hair, Bills." Steve says, reaching out to comb it out with his fingers. It's a little stuck in there, but Steve gets it eventually. Billy is helpless to do anything but stare at Steve the whole time.

He blushes a little when Steve finally looks away. Robin and Heather shoot Steve meaningful looks, and everyone turns back to their pizza.

After their meal, Robin puts on the Breakfast Club, and curls up with Heather on the couch. Steve settles back in his chair, Billy leaning against it. Steve reaches down and gently kneads the sore muscles of Billy's shoulder, without being asked.

Billy tries very hard to forget what he heard. But his mind whirs the entire time, wondering if Bernie was right. And what Heather and Robin possibly meant by what they said.

+1. Billy wakes up at eleven on his day off to some moron honking out in the parking lot behind Melvald’s. Billy's window faces the parking lot, and the honking literally will not stop. Billy groans and glances over at the other side of the bed. It's empty, which is odd, because he always wakes up to Steve. He frowns and stands up, the hoking continuing behind him. He turns to peer out the window, ready to flip off whoever is honking. His jaw drops when he sees what's outside.

Billy grabs his boots and puts them on while trying to run to the door. He falls a few times and barely makes it down the stairs without dying. But he stops short on the gravel of the parking lot and gapes at the car sitting there. Steve climbs out of the driver’s side and Max jumps out of the passenger seat, both grinning.

"Holy shit." He whispers. Steve's smile stretches a little wider.

"Surprise!" Steve cries, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Billy is speechless, gaping at the car.

Max apparently can't keep quiet anymore, she's practically vibrating with excitement. "We got it back from Neil, for your birthday!!! I had Mrs. Hannan at the garage fix it up during your off days, or the days you wouldn't notice. It runs like new and Neil gave me the keys." Max cries. Billy really thinks he might cry.

"You got my Camaro back." He whispers. Steve nods.

"It was all Max really. I was telling her that I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday. She suggested getting the car back." Steve says.

"How?" Billy whispers.

Max sighs a little bit, and smiles. "I just kept bringing it up that it was taking up space every day for a while." She smirks. "He hates clutter, you know that. So, one day he was standing there glaring at it, so I said maybe Steve wanted it."

Steve jumps in. "I drove over there and bought the car. Max and I drove it to the garage and talked to Mrs. Hannan. She promised to fix it. It was done yesterday, but I wanted to wait until today." Steve says. He tosses Billy the keys, and Billy smoothly catches them. He just stares transfixed at the car.

"She's here." He whispers. Steve and Max crack up.

Max runs over and hugs him hard. "Happy Birthday, Billy. I love you." She says in a whisper.

"I love you too." Billy says. "Thank you."

"Of course, you earned it." Max says.

"I forgot it's my birthday." He whispers. Max laughs.

"It's ok, you've been working so much.” She doesn’t say that he’s been through a lot, but they all know it. “But Steve remembered, and I did, so don't worry."

Billy hugs her again, and walks up to the car, trailing finger tips on her hood.

"I'm gonna take Max back to the Wheelers’ house. Go driving, I know you want to." Steve says, grinning, and jumps back into his own car. Billy wonders briefly if he caught the bus to the garage or something to pick up the Camaro.

Billy slides into the car and can't keep the smile off his face as he peels out of the lot. He whoops and goes flying down the dirt roads near Hawkins like he used to.

He had worried that being back in the car would bring up bad memories, but it doesn't. It's just freedom, and wonderful.

He drives for an hour and a half before he goes back home. He's exhilarated when he gets back, and baking the car into a spot next to Steve’s makes his smile stretch.

He's still grinning when he walks back inside. Steve is sitting on the couch and grins back.

"Good to have the Camaro back?" Steve asks. Billy nods.

"Hell yeah. Thank you, Stevie." Billy says.

Steve just beams, and then turns back to the TV. Billy hangs his keys up on the other hook by the door, and settles on the couch to watch too.

Steve gets up later to figure out dinner, and Billy goes to his room to grab his book. He doesn’t mind a lowkey birthday, because just him and Steve is perfect. There’s a wrapped package sitting on his pillow.

Billy goes to open it, but stops and opens the card.

Bills, I know I got ya the Camaro back, but I thought you should have this too, cause it’s your birthday.

Love, Steve

Billy gapes at the card. Then it all sorta slots into place. All the little things Steve does for him. The rides, the lunches with sticky notes with silly doodles, the dinners made painstakingly from scratch, the casual touches and the way Steve mother hens him always. They are sleeping in the same bed for god’s sake!

Steve got his car back, from Neil who surely didn’t offer a fair price. Billy rips open the package and swallows when he finds a new Stephen King novel, and several new pairs of earrings. A dangling spike like the one he lost last July, a skull post earring set, and two sets of silver hoops with thin dangly knives and feathers respectively.

Billy swallows and dashes out to the kitchen, where Steve is comparing two take out menus.

“Hey Bills, you want Chinese or Thai?” Steve says.

“You love me.” Billy whispers, still in shock.

Steve sighs and sets the menus down. “Listen, I don’t need anything more, I’m so happy with what we’ve got now, like seriously, so happy. I totally get it if you aren’t into me, it’s all good. I’m fine, I just want you to be happy.”

“You’re straight?” Billy mumbles.

“No? I’m bi. I like both? I came out to you when we moved in?” Steve says. Billy believes him, but he hardly remembers that.

“Oh.” He says. Steve frowns.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to feel any pressure, I can move back to my own bed.” Steve mutters.

“I kinda thought we’d move to your room. Your bed is better.” Billy says, that old snark making an appearance. Steve’s head snaps up.

“What?” He says. Billy crosses over to him and grabs the front of his shirt.

“I’m in love with you too.” Billy whispers. Steve’s eyes widened.

“It’s you, and I can’t believe it took me almost a year of living with you to see it, but we have spent too long apart.” Billy whispers. They both sway toward each other, mouths meeting in the middle. Steve’s arms wrap around him, and Billy holds on tight.

“I love you.” Steve says, breathless.

“I love you too.” Billy replies, and holds one tight. They don’t need any more words.

The transition from roommates to boyfriends is seamless. They do move into Steve’s room, and turn Billy’s old one into a guest room. The sex is great, when they eventually get there. Being openly loved by Steve doesn’t magically solve Billy’s body issues, but Steve is patient, loving, and wonderful.

The kids are all disgusted and simultaneously glad. Robin and Heather apparently have been betting on how long it would take them to get together. (Heather made 20 bucks.) Bernie whoops so loud when Billy tells her, that Gary comes running down from the upstairs office to make sure nothing bad has happened.

She crushes him into a hug and Billy holds on just as tight. “You deserve this, every moment of it! You deserve the world and that boy is gonna give it to you.” She cries. Billy laughs, and when Steve picks him up, Bernie wolf whistles until Steve kisses him, right there in the garage.

#Harringrove #HAPPY BIRTHDAY #roommates #pining #5+1 things

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Within the hour as promised Arthur was home and was greeted by you and his children after Minerva had overseen your transport there by portkey for an approved week off with an extension of invitation to Hermione and Harry as well. With a wide grin he eyed the meal and treats you all had whipped up for him, under the aid of his cane he lowered into his chair and shared he had indeed been given a vacation. Quite the lengthy one but mainly due to the fact he claimed he had no clue who had healed him and with the aid of one of your mints he found in your jacket the truth serum was believed to have taken effect.

At his warning you expected to find a tale of how Sirius Black had broken in attacking Auror members, but all across the front page was news of The Rosenfeld Case that had fallen apart after questions about the Veritaserum used being tainted. The only mention close to Arthur’s dilemma was Broderick Bode was strangled to death by a Devil's Snare while in St Mungo's. It seemed Fudge was more afraid of showing any weakness of the Ministry at all after your slew of revenge titles making it a fireable offence to even mention the Black Family.

Though it seems habits are hard to break as across the front page as you’d warned the Order weeks ago, 10 Death Eaters had been broken out of Azkaban, including your aunt Bellatrix and uncle Rudolphus.

‘We have confirmed that 10 high-security prisoners in the early hours of yesterday evening did escape. And of course, the Muggle prime minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban notorious mass murderer Sirius Black cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange.’

Behind you Hermione stated, “Dumbledore warned Fudge this could happen.”

Ron glanced at you seeing you stand up, your sharp exhale at trying to remain calm not hiding the soft flames coating your hands burning the paper you were crumpling in your fist while sparks rippled across your knuckles. “He's gonna get us all killed just because he can't face the truth.”

Seamus stood trying to speak to you only for you to say you were going to the toilet and would be back, curiously at Neville and the twins hurrying after you he continued to stroll over to Harry just outside the Great Hall, “Harry. I wanted to apologize. Now even me Mum says the Prophet's version of things don't add up. So, what I'm really trying to say is that I believe you.”

Harry nodded and said, “No kidding.”

Harry’s eyes followed your turn down the hall with the trio after you that Seamus turned to asking, “Which toilet is she using? She’s passed them already.”

Harry passed him his copy of the papers and Ron said, “Probably the one we won’t hear her scream in.”

Seamus’ mouth fell open, “Death Eaters?”

Dean looked over his shoulder, “Even I’ve heard about Bellatrix Lestrange and I’m muggle born. Jaqi’s related to her?”

Ron, “Ya see Mate, she’s technically related to two third of the school if you look at her family tree, one of the Sacred 28, oldest in the Wizarding world, plus up till her Dad the lot of them went off pureblood values, so no shocker there’s a score of bad apples in the bunch.”

Hermione, “That’s why Fudge and Umbridge don’t trust her.”

Harry, “And why she’s considered a blood traitor.”

Dean, “Is she going to be ok?”

Ron, “Well, Bellatrix was mental before they locked her away, no telling what she’ll be up to now, or if like the lot of them will come after Jaqi and her Dad, he was a part of how she got captured according to Mum.”

Seamus, “Oh, so, best give her some time then?”

Hermione, “She should be back soon, just tired I think. Hasn’t been sleeping much, and I doubt she will be when Umbridge tries to bring her in for nightly teas again like after Mr Weasley was attacked.”

Seamus smirked as Dean said, “Maybe we can help with that. Make sure she’s too distracted to distract Jaqi.” Dean turned and called out, “Hey Lee,” Lee Jordan turned and they strolled off, “Still got watch on those Nifflers?” Lee grinned wider joining them over to a corner to begin plotting as the others sighed and went to the table.

Shaking in your wavering breaths you lowered onto the floor of the empty third corridor room Fluffy was once held in, curling your legs in tucked in front of you. Your hands rose to support your head as you sniffled under your curtain of flame covered black curls. Around you the trio settled gently patting your legs and back as you calmed mumbling, “I’m just so tired.”

Sitting up you brushed your hair back out of your face and wiped your cheeks looking at Neville, “When he came back she was bound to get out. We knew that. You warned them, they warned Fudge, who clearly didn’t listen.”

You sniffled again, “Why don’t we kill our confirmed psychotic mass murderers like the States do.”

Neville the twins chuckled and said, “But prison breaks are all the rage you know.”

Forcing a flicker of a smile you said, “Even with Occlumency I still can’t stop the dreams. It just never stops.”

Neville, “Maybe Snape can give you some of that Dreamless Draught.”

“And what if another attack happens and I can’t get there in time?”

Neville nodded, “Well, one good thing, my parent’s’ll have to move in now, Nellie definitely. Might even take a leave.”

Fred, “Plus now, can’t be long till the cats out of the bag.”

You nodded, “No doubt he’ll have to admit there’s more at play than my Dad with some vengeance.”

Neville smirked, “Unless he tries to spin it that they’re working with Dumbledore to overthrow Fudge.” All of you laughed at that, including Neville.

“Oh I would pay to have him print that angle just to see it blow up in his face.” Once again you stood feeling much calmer now and joined them down to the Great Hall for something to eat with a plan for you to get a nap in through DA and the break after lunch while the twins took over for you today.

Across a bench in the corner you curled up in your fox form and drifted off to sleep in a protective bubble the twins formed around you just to be safe. More explosive charms made good use of the bubble and when you were woken to groggily head down to lunch though in his lagging behind Harry approached Neville, who was looking up at the photo of the original Order.

“Neville?”

“Fourteen years ago Death Eaters named Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. Tortured them for information ...but they never gave in. I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet. They might not have remembered being pregnant with me, or my being born, but that’s not their fault, and they’re still here, for me to learn from. And now we have Nellie too, I just, I don’t want them to get hurt again.”

“We're gonna make them proud, Neville. That's a promise.”

Neville nodded and patted Harry on the shoulder, “I’m certain your parents are proud too. Sirius and Regulus are, Remus too, even though you terrify Molly a bit with all we get sucked into.”

Harry nodded and let out an awkward chuckle, “Ya, managed to stumble through so far.”

Neville shrugged, “No better than they did. They were just a few years older than we are now.”

Harry smirked, “Let’s just not start having babies just yet.”

Neville chuckled, “Yes, lets.” Following Harry with a smirk, “Though they would be adorable.” Making Harry chuckle.

Catching up to the group sheepishly Harry approached Ginny’s side asking, “So, when we get to Hogsmeade where did you want to go first?”

A soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she remembered the note Harry had passed her after two days of being unable to speak to her when he’d finally realized his feelings were more than just that for his best friend’s kid sister. Of course she jumped at the chance for a date with him and broke his silence with a goodnight peck on his lips before darting off to her dorm at curfew the night before. Their day was soon planned out along with a stolen moment when you and Harry would meet up with a journalist from the Quibbler to answer a great deal of questions for a full exclusive of the teens being targeted by the Ministry.

…

All it took was a week and the issue exploded lifting the popularity of the Quibbler over night. And along with it in nine days time brought on a full weeks detention from Umbridge when she learned of it. Though with her deduction of points Professors Sprout, Flitwick, Trelawney all took to awarding other students in your houses to help make up for the difference for varying reasons through the day to do so without raising her suspicions.

Proclamation 27 came down, and with it brought on the banned Quibbler being disguised and smuggled into the school anyways as it seemed to be the only publication out of Fudge’s grasp since the break out. Under accusations of giving false statements the one last glimmer of freedom was snatched away, banned from Hogsmeade you both were set back even more. Though upon hearing word that you were banned the shops there updated their mail ordering catalogs, just for Hogwarts use for you and the others banned form the town for their supporting your claims to keep up their business and show their support in some small way with a promise of discrete delivery no matter the sizes of the orders.

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No matter the fractions of hope more darkness seemed to seep into the school growing eerily quieter each day, as if you were on the cusp of something and the school was readying itself. Upon threat of punishment for her parents in the Ministry Marietta Edgecombe copied the list of members for Dumbledore’s Army and handed it over. In a hurry after having done so to warn the others she was only met by the sight of charmed howlers ordering each member to the Headmaster’s Office.

All together you strolled cautiously through the halls sitting empty at the order for the other students to head to their dorms straight after dinner, even if they had classes that were now rescheduled. At the number of you it became clear you had been outed and no doubt all in hushed conversation readied to be given the boot from the school.

Up the spiral staircase you filed into the office finding Dumbledore strolling away from his Pensieve he had been emptying into jars he sent off to who knows where saying to the students, “It appears we seem to be at an impasse students.” His head nodded as he added to the sound of Umbridge’s nearing giggle at something Fudge was saying, “Hold firm we can ride this out.”

His eyes flinched from you then back to Umbridge entering surrounded by Kingsley and another Auror on his right named Dawlish.

Umbridge smirked at Dumbledore passing Fudge the copied list, “Been watching them for weeks. And see, ‘Dumbledore's Army’...proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius.”

Fudge, “All your fear-mongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We saw your lies for what they were: A smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry.”

Dumbledore’s head tilted slightly, “Naturally.”

Harry, “No, Professor. He had nothing to do with it. It was me.”

Dumbledore patted his shoulder and nudged him back to your side clearing the path between him and the Aurors, “Most noble of you, Harry, to shield me, but as has been pointed out the parchment clearly says "Dumbledore's Army," not "Potter's." I instructed Harry to form this organization. And I, and I alone, am responsible for its activities.”

Fudge, “Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy and sedition.”

Cutting off your groups’ attempts to speak Dumbledore proper his hands on his hips, “I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I'm going to... What was the phrase? Come quietly. Well, I can tell you this: I have no intention of going to Azkaban.”

Fudge, “Enough of this. Take him.”

In their move to draw their wands Fawkes took off and lit on fire soaring over Dumbledore’s head allowing him the chance to clap his hands on his tail feathers to aparate in an untraceable way off to your home.

The burst of flames from the escape sending the Aurors and Minister to the ground with Umbridge. In their rise Kingsley stated, “Well, you may not like him, Minister...but you can't deny...Dumbledore has got style.”

Turning to look you all over Umbridge smirked saying, “Ah, yes, just in time for detention.” A cursed pack of books in her hand while desks appeared in the office while Fudge raced off back to his office to send off the story of Dumbledore being on the run.

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On their feet while Umbridge stepped out into the hall to read a letter freshly arrived through the fireplace Ron said, “Harry. You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag.”

Hermione, “Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours. Yeah, we talked you into it.”

Harry, “Yeah, but I agreed. I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse. Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore. Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. And the more you care, the more you have to lose. So maybe it's just better to...”

Ron, “To what?”

You replied for him, “To go it alone.” Harry nodded as you looked at the door still keeping you inside, “But no,” his brows inched up, “That’s just what they want. For us to be alone. Alone we’re less of a threat.”

Fred crouched by the desk of a young boy stated, “Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael.” Seeing him stroking the scars there from the cursed book etching the moral of the turbulent and mentally jarring tale you all had to live through in what seemed to have been years within the hour time limit.

George, “Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See?”

Fred, “It's fading already.”

They both said, “You can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while.”

The door opened and with a wide grin Umbridge read off, “Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight passed by Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge making Dolores Umbridge Headmistress of Hogwarts School.” Her eyes shifting over you all, “This will be the headline across the Prophet by sunrise, and now, some long overdue humble pie. As I told you once before, Mr. Potter children deserve to be punished.”

Harry, “So what, you’re going to expel us?”

She shook her head, “Not all of you.” Her eyes narrowing as they fell on you, “Just the head of the Hydra. The source of the poison corrupting this school. The one whose arrival here has stirred up more mischief and delinquency than any other student in the history of the school.” In taking a step closer to you she extended a letter to you, “Miss Black, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will collect your belongings and be escorted from the premises.”

In your glance at Dawlish and Kingsley you said, “I wonder, have you ever considered you might be wrong?” Her lips parted and you shook your head, “Just curious, if, I was telling the truth. I wonder what depths you would sink to in hopes of protecting yourself from them.” Her eyes narrowed at you as you said, “One flaw in your plan is, you can knock me down and try to darken my name, but I’m still going to save you.” The students behind you shifted on their feet wondering why you would protect her as you stepped closer to her making her extend her useless wand at you, “For one reason alone, to see your face, yours and Fudge’s, when you see that I’m right, and you left the door wide open for him to stroll right back in.”

In their silence Fred stated, “You know, George...I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement.”

George, “Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing.”

“All right, Professor! Here you go.”

They both stated with smirks behind you, “Ready when you are.” All shifting into Phoenixes to soar out the open balcony door to aparate off home while Wildfire Whiz-bangs soared off through the halls chasing her out of the office the teens hurriedly followed, seeing the minefield of charms leading up to her pink kitten decorated office surrounded by a portable swamp charm. In a zap your things were sent home while Cedric took the position of head of the group at your previously laid plans in case she had ever expelled you to keep the others safe and prepared for anything.

Straight through the door of your bedroom you had all aparated to you shifted and strolled though the halls and down the steps to find Albus speaking with your father, Regulus and Remus who all stood when they saw you. Albus, “I had hoped you would get more time in the school.”

You shook your head and George answered, “Impatient little woman that one.”

Sirius hurried over and hugged you three tightly, “They’ll change their minds. Sooner rather than later, can’t be long now.”

Regulus nodded as you were freed, “Either way no doubt you can still have your lessons mailed home, just to keep up.”

You three nodded and Remus eyed you all, “Best you try to sleep. We can have a family meeting with Molly and Arthur over breakfast.”

Turning around you strolled up to your room again where you all settled into sharing your bed to sit up discussing your plans for what to do to keep busy out of school. That conversation didn’t last long as only a few minutes after you had lounged back against your pillows Idris began to hum and you all drifted off to sleep.

Upon news of your expulsion a full out war was called on Umbridge to make her regret ever entering the school. Even against her tries to form an Inquisitorial Squad of Slytherins to bully and spy on the others innumerable pranks, tricks and incidents befell the new Headmaster. In your absence Peeves led the others in the war guiding them on the best times and hiding spots of her paths he had already memorized after spying on her for so long. From bursting out of blackboards, pushing over statues, toppling neatly stacked piles of parchment into fires to blowing raspberries every time she spoke Peeves held a busy day but enjoyed every moment of it feeling a great lack of luster in the school after you four had left.

A try for a Minister order to banish Peeves was tried and failed miserably as he was manifested by the school and first students themselves in their repressed delinquency at molding into the rigorous school list from being at home constantly. And to add insult to injury the school sealed up the Headmaster’s office out of her access even from the balcony leaving her to rule over the school from her own tiny powder pink office causing her to throw an amusing right little tantrum.

Professors who hated her before adored the chance for a bit of revenge, her orders to sweep the school for any traps you had left for her was met with an outright aloof sigh that none of them had the ‘authority’ to do so only reminding her of her magical block in each time she felt the urge to hex one of them. Favors, house points and sweets for those objecting against Umbridge were gifted from the Professors as a sort of enforcement to remain steadfast against her. Flitwick especially loving to pass out Sugar Mice upon his favored students casting several advanced charms to obscure her way while he treasured the swamp you had left he saved a small portion of upon an Auror’s arrival to aid in its reversal.

A shared dream of Rookwood sharing news of the Department of Mysteries and the Hall of Prophecies, in which you knew an item he hoped to lure Harry into taking for himself, came with a hope he was keeping up his Occlumency lessons A letter to Harry shared you knew what he had seen and understood it followed by your hope that he would continue his lessons with Snape in hope of protecting himself in your distance from him. Questions of course were the response. Directed to Sirius and Remus as to how his father truly was after seeing that at least to Snape he was arrogant and cruel seemingly without reason. One single sneak of a glance into Snape’s pensieve and that was the only thing on his mind, learning the truth about the man he resembled so closely.

Next clearly came a question as to why Snape was targeted by them. Sharing his concerns however only seemed to worsen his worries at having to wait while heading off to his bed to get away from Hermione who struggled to accept Harry’s sneaking through Snape’s memories and his lenience with his lessons knowing how hard you try on yours.

Astronomy class however at midnight grew to quite a commotion as on the first of December Hagrid’s hut was approached by five Aurors, all of whom stunned to find, upon your warning, the hut empty without any trace of Hagrid.

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Morning after expulsion had you three jolting from sleep at Molly’s shout of, “Expelled?!”

Grumbling in your pile of covers and limbs you shifted free of the covers and hurried to brush your teeth and head down for the breakfast K was making to celebrate your first meal home again. Arthur smiled at you three saying, “I am certain this will be over soon enough, and then it can easily be overturned.”

To which Albus agreed, a curious glance from Molly had her asking, “Any more dreams?”

You shook your head, “No, though I had a question, how do I know Rookwood?”

Regulus, “Augustus Rookwood?” You nodded, “He was a spy in the Ministry.”

“Which department?”

Arthur, “The only one that matters most likely to him, Department of Mysteries.”

Molly, “Odd feeling about him?”

You shook your head then glanced at Regulus, “Only that he might not be so useful before long.”

Regulus nodded, “He did write to me. Hoping to avoid that end.”

Albus asked aloud, “How could he possibly be useful?”

You shrugged and said, “Not a clue, but soon we can find out. Even something trivial for the time being.”

Regulus added cream to his mug and stirred it with his finger saying, “He is quite adept with maps, we could keep him occupied if Riddle suddenly gets finicky around him.”

“Shouldn’t be hard.”

Fred, “They all in that mansion, hidden away?”

Regulus nodded, “Yup. Best they stay there too. Even if they could cross the borders of our lands I doubt for the few moments until they are ejected would be pleasant.”

Sirius sighed, “I am not overly fond of the notion of Bella being loose, however, I suspect her focus will be more on Riddle than anything else.”

You nodded and raised your own mug, “Ya, got that. Narcissa said she’d try to remind her of that. To keep her busy. Might free up Peter a bit.”

At his name your father subtly flinched at the lingering bite in your tone you’d yet to lose in saying his name away from him. A timid trust was now between you and as your key informant with the greatest trust and a direct channel to Riddle had him in a safe place for now aiding you both greatly as the painful past had to be overseen for his motives in his choice at the impossible decision of watching Riddle’s attacks on your mother to keep you hidden. Sirius inhaled then asked as aloofly as he could muster, “How is Peter?”

“Getting used to his new hand, apparently Riddle rarely is without him. Had to write me in the toilet, burned a mental pulse of what he hoped to write me in a slip of paper.”

George, “He’s getting better at it.”

Fred, “Last one was terribly jumbled, had to pop in to copy it straight form his mind.”

Remus, “And they aren’t expecting you back anytime soon?”

You shook your head and Regulus answered, “No, best to keep a wide berth. Mainly slipped notes and letters for now. Even Riddle’s testy on getting her around the escapees.”

Molly lowered her mug then asked you, “This ghoul blood you mentioned, is that what’s making him so focused on you?”

Regulus shook his head, “Not yet.” You looked to him, “No, apparently Riddle was more obsessed with Jewels than the Potters back then. Never let up on her. Used to spend hours tracing back the family tree, even looked up the Evans’.” In a glance at Sirius with his jaw clenched Regulus added reluctantly, “She’s family. One thing she’s got over Bella on him, blood.” To help ease Sirius some more he added, “Veela does help too. Might have a stronger pull, ghouls to flock to them when they can find one.”

The mail broke through your conversation and you all dug into it sharing bits and pieces until you three lit up at having the final copies of your ownership documents in your hands for the shop of your dreams you had decided to go drop in on today with Arthur and Sirius as the others went off to work and Albus went back up to his room.

Comfortably dressed Fred, George, you, Sirius and Arthur strolled through the streets up to the grin inducing purple corner building. Up the steps you trotted to the door your relative opened with a wide grin. Inside the usually scarcely filled sales floors scattered with random patches of furniture seemed to welcome you with a flicker of the lights and while George accepted the keys your relative collected his trunks in a mokeskin pouch and beamed all the way out the door to hurry off to catch his train to his retirement.

All together you strolled through ensuring the closed sign was up for you to start laying the enchantments on the building casting hidden draconic runes along the walls and outer foundations. Each floor you strolled through marking chalk outlines on the floor for certain sections for your wares and explored the four story building.

A shuffle of floating furniture lingering behind was arranged to accommodate the displays. Tiny flags on sticks hovered above the sections for another run through stroll through each to mentally map it out before you copied it all down on paper and packed it all away in a trunk on each floor left for selling and you all took the stroll to head down the street to the enchanted paint shop.

Nipping at your lips you eyed the selections of colors to match the sketches you had already decided on months prior in your journal packed with all the plans. Beaming behind you your fathers watched you hand over the list of what you needed with a few additions for tiny accents or signs in shimmering or color changing paint, even one with disappearing paint for a sign that is more of a mirage depending on where you stand.

The wide spread of paint floated around you on the stroll back to the building seemingly shivering the dust off its outer bricks and shingles in your return. The brown signage above the door now bearing the lettering you had chosen for it soon to be added to with the moving sculpture in a few days. Back through the door you each took a section on the first floor and with the windows open freeing the sound of the radio in the middle of the floor playing through your painting spree on the self dusted walls, shelves and borders adding to the visual separations of sections. Outside more and more people strolled by eyeing the posters you had set up listing your opening in the near future stirring up a buzz through the streets.

From floor to floor you painted and then moved onto the floating signs you had already cut out in the summer months, in which you had already constructed the final touches to the displays. True you didn’t have a full four story shop’s worth of goods yet but what you had for the first two with a small selection for the future third floor that could surely grant you a cushion to complete the rest.

Leaving it for a few hours to let it dry you were off to a diner nearby. Around you the keeps from the other shops on lunch as well along with a few random customers all stole chances to pass by or scoot closer to your table asking about the new shop after having shared a uniform comment that it was madness to have expelled you three.

Pt 47

#Umbridge #Order of the Phoenix

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brujeria-histeria · 5 years

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Deadly Dreams

a Hacy fic, warning this is a bit long.

Harry tiredly shuffled to his bed in his condo, he was extremely exhausted from today’s demon hunting and his powers were seriously depleted due to the elaborate plan Mel came up with to defeat a siphoning demon who smoked away. He also needed to regain focus before he did something embarrassing like orb 1000s of miles away again, he was barely retaining a grip on his orbing.

Ironically the cause of him being unfocused is one of the people he was supposed to be focused on. Macy Vaughn, his charge. It had been 7 months exactly since they removed the source from her body. She still had demon in her, but it seemed to have not made her act erratic as much as it did. Harry suspected since her powers had become unbound her pent up demonic side became unbound too and unlike dear Maggie’s former beau, Parker, she didn’t have years to control it enough so that she did have her evil attitude moments, which Harry would never admit he found it, in the kids terms these days, super hot.

Harry really hated the fact that once again his romantic soul found another object of affection to pine after. He really hated that it was his own charge, which is worse than before when it was just his charge’s older sister.

Harry forced himself to get out of bed and take a hot relaxing shower to get his mind off things. The hot steaming water hit his muscles and he sighed in content, he was fine until about 10 minutes into his shower a curly haired beauty popped into his imagination. Harry snapped his eyes open as he felt warm, not from the water and tried to focus on other things. Yuck like the Harbinger’s gross face or that film douchebag’s extra dudebro speech. Hm, he really needed to stop picking up the girl’s Lingo.

He finished up his shower and went to his kitchen to have a relaxing cup of tea before bed, he received a special breakfast request and goodnight text from Maggie in the group chat she made for them the “Vera-Vaughn-Vera Sisters+Brother” chat. The other sisters responded to Maggie and Mel told him to make sure he rested up and don’t mind Maggie, who responded with puppy dog eyes emoji. Harry texted back he’s up no matter what and he’d be happy to make something new for Maggie. Harry trotted of to bed and fell asleep.

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“Earth to Harry! Hello, you in there?” Mel was waving her hand in front of his face when he snapped his eyes open. He didn’t remember getting out of bed.

“I, uh, I’m sorry.” he stuttered.

“What are you sorry for? You were standing there with your eyes closed for like a minute and didn’t respond. I thought you kicked the bucket.. again. Macy would have a fit if you did.” Mel said helping herself to coffee.

“Macy? ah uh, no. um. Sorry It was a whitelighter thing, I felt one... die.” He lied.

“Aw Harry I’m sorry, I forgot you guys can feel that stuff.”

“Yes, well it happens.” Harry was very confused at the moment, and trying to act normal. Mel said her goodbye grabbing her breakfast sandwich, which he must have made, on the way out. 30 seconds later Maggie skipped down into breakfast. “Harry, aw you made those breaded eggplant breakfast sandwiches I asked for, aw you’re the best big brother ever.”

Now Harry knows they have fatherish brother and sister bond going but he only remembers her calling him her honorary sister once and brother on the group chat title. Before he could ask, in walked in Macy.

“Hurry up and eat your breakfast Maggie, I don’t want to be late dropping you off.” Macy said walking towards Harry. Maggie said a muffled ok through her munching.

“Hey you, Macy.” Said getting closer to Harry.

“Macy, hi-”

She kissed him, it was a peck on the lips. Harry stared, while she smiled at him and then he pulled her back to him and kissed her longer and with more passion.

“EW! In front of my sandwich?!! Get a room!” Maggie shrieked. Harry broke off his kiss from the eldest sister. He expected Maggie to say “when did you two get together?” or “harry stop perving on my sister” or something, but instead through Maggie’s facial expression of disgust she seemed familiar with it.

Macy on the other hand, laughed. “Jeez Harry, our weekly date night isn’t until 8 hours from now.” Harry stared at her, and smiled. “Um, I just missed you.”

“Ok.” she said grinning at him, he was being so weird. “Come on Mags. lets go.” Maggie was still protesting how gross their frenching was when the girls left. Harry needed to check his phone. The date and year looked correct, he looked the same. Then why was Macy suddenly his girlfriend? Harry felt giddy and confused now. And a date later, oh brother.

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Harry was on autopilot the whole day, everything was the same except apparently he and Macy were a couple and he was guessing by his shared calendar they have been dating for 3 and 1/2 months. He needed to figure out though what this date tonight was going to be. He decided to track down Maggie, as she would know everything about it because her and Macy talked relationships almost every day.

“Maggie?” he said as he orbed into her study corner in the library. “Harry!” she whisper yelled. “Oh you scared me? What’s up, is there a demon.”

“No, I need some advice. We can’t talk in here. I’ll buy you a salad.” he hurried.

“Cool. Deal.”

After Maggie got her cranberry walnut feta salad and dug in, Harry decided it was time to play 21 questions, without raising suspicion.

“So what’s up Harry?”

“I, erm, need advice for my date tonight with Macy.” he started with.

“Hm, you don’t really ask me for advice with Macy a lot.”

“Well don’t tell your sister but I’ve been so busy I am blanking on tonight’s date details.”

“Ah yeah, your classes and all.” she tapped her salad bowl while thinking.

“Well Macy said it’s at Algino’s Fine Italian Dining, so make sure you get a table in the back near the fireplace. My friend works there as a hostess, just call and let her know an hour before you get there that Maggie is sending you. Hm, I sound so cool, I have connections.” she mused.

Harry grinned a little, that was easy, he knows when and where, he just doesn’t know what he’s going to talk about, surely if they’ve been dating for 3 1/2 months they know each other pretty well past “what’s your favorite color” questions.

“Hm, is there anything new going on with Macy that she may have told you that I don’t know?” Maggie gave him a quizzical look. “I, erm, mean just because I don’t want the date to be boring, I want to talk to her about something new, maybe something she thought I wouldn’t think about.”

“Uhh, well, there is the fact that she was asked about assisting the forensics force for the police, but she doesn’t know because while she liked Niko she’s not really fond of the police, you know because of police brutality.”

“Understandable.” he nodded.

“Maybe you could give her advice and comfort her about it? I’m pretty sure said she’d bring up to you tonight. Oh shoot.... I probably shouldn’t have told you that.” she slumped.

“No no, it’s fine dear Maggie.” Harry needed something current to know to looked like he knew what was going on.

“Oh and make sure you compliment her tons she mentioned you guys were going to the next step tonight, which is gross to think about but she needs extra reassurance since, you know her first kind broke up with her then died on her soon afterwards.” Maggie mumbled the last bit.

Harry stared wide eyed, if “The next step” meant what he thought it meant.. he was in a lot of trouble. He couldn’t have “next step” comfortably when he doesn’t even know what’s going on.

“Oh my....” he was starting to sweat.

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“Are guys sure this dress is ok?”

“You look AMAZING, Macy, ok? Harry will have to restrain himself from worshipping at your feet tonight.” Maggie squealed.

Mel rolled her eyes. “You look really gorgeous Macy. Harry is very lucky, mostly because I decided to let him date my sister without interrogating him every date night.”

“Thanks Mel, thanks Maggie.” Macy smoothed out her dress nervously again. It was a maroon color bodycon, with a deep v cut neckline, that showed off cleavage and hugged her “bootylicious butt”, as maggie described, and it ended above her knees with a slit on one side. She wore heels to match it and had her hair set in a more wavy curl pattern with her makeup to match too.

She was nervous, tonight she would try to sleep with Harry for the first time, she hadn’t slept with anyone since, well... She wondered if he was nervous too. He admitted after their first date he struggled not to become a clumsy mess.

She smiled at the memory of their first date.

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Harry was nervous, he needed to figure out was was going on, he finished getting ready for his date early just to have time to consult the book of shadows. He had just gotten to the page on siphoning demons and what he thinks might help him when he heard Maggie calling out.

“Harrryyy, your date is coming down to seee youuuu!” He quickly orbed downstairs to await Macy’s descent down the staircase, and gods she was stunning.

If a Siphoning demon was to blame, it was doing a really good job. “Oh my//” he breathed.

“Ready to go?” Macy asked when she made it to the bottom.

“Uh, uh yes, I hope you like dinner tonight.”

“I’m sure I will.”

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So far dinner was fine, for her at least. Harry couldn’t taste anything of his food, he also noticed he didn’t drink or eat all day, in fact he wasn’t even hungry and couldn’t really smell the food at all. He tried to pay attention to Macy though, even if something was wrong he wanted to savor this part at least, he wanted to have this moment. When he figures out what’s going on he doesn’t know if there’s a romantic future for him and Macy.

“So yeah, you know I don’t know on one hand I’d be helping solve crimes and could really help some innocent people stay out of jail, but I don’t want to work with an institution like the american police force, ya know?”

“Yes, Macy love, I completely understand your feelings, I feel the same way and I’ll support you no matter what.”

“Oh Harry!” Macy swooned. “I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend, you never make me feel bad or crazy.”

“Of course, love.” The couple finished up their date and Macy insisted that they talk a walk in the park. He gave her his blazer for the cool night breeze and she held his hand and cuddle up close. She stopped them under a willow tree and turned to face him.

“Harry, I’ve been so happy with you. You take such good care of me and my sisters, you’re such a good role model for Maggie, always there for her when me or Mel can’t be and you even managed to make Mel love you.” she gazed at him.

“I know it sounds corny, but I hope tonight is special for both of us.” Harry was blushing a deep red when Macy closed the gap and kissed him deeply, and that, he could taste and feel. He doesn’t remember how long they stood there kissing, but Macy broke away with bedroom eyes. “Can you orb us to your condo?” he did as she asked and they continued with their heavy make out session. He walked her to the bedroom as they both fumbled with shoes, and clothes.

He was really enjoying every feeling shivering through his body. He hitched her legs and picked her up, holding her up before plopping her on the bed. He followed her down and they were getting so hot, he leaned up to unbutton his shirt and looked down at her and stopped.

“Harry what’s wrong?” Macy asked.

“This isn’t right.” he pulled away.

“What do you mean? I’m not a virgin Harry.”

“No, this is a dream. this is, what’s going on, it’s a dream.”

“Harry I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”

“You’re a dream, this is all an induced dream.” He kept talking to himself. “That’s why I didn’t eat, that’s why I couldn’t taste anything at the restaurant, I didn’t have a drop of tea.”

“Harry what the hell are you talking about.” Dream Macy was starting to get aggressive with him and pulled at his body to come back.

“Siphoning Demons don’t eat human food at all, they can recreate everything for a simulation except properly simulate the taste and smell of food, and they forget their target needs to also eat. They forget we have hunger. They give their target their desires and drain the life force from them” He pulled back away. “I’m sorry, I really did enjoy this, but you’re not real.”

“No!” a voice called, he didn’t know if it was from Dream Macy or not, but he needed to wake himself up and recite the only spell he knew he could. “Excitare, attendere, daemonium relinquam meam. Potestatem Ego habeo!”

The world went black and he felt his body regain strength as he stirred awake to a puff of black smoke and a curled up half dead demon on his bed. He jumped away in disgust and shot a light beam at its weakened body as its body turned to ash.

Later in the morning he was at the girl’s home making breakfast as requested by Maggie, happy everything was normal but he felt a bit sad when Macy walked in and didn’t run to him to give him a good morning kiss.

“You ok Har?” Macy stayed behind after breakfast because she noticed her whitelighter kept looking at her with a sad and awkward expression.

“I’m- I’ll be fine. I’m just tired, I had a very odd dream.” he confessed.

“I feel you, I had a dream I went on a date with some mystery guy last night and he vanquished some dream eating demon. Hm maybe dream guy was a witch.” she laughed.

Harry stared.

“Don’t be jealous Harry, you know I only want to kick demon ass with you. You’re my real life hero.” she winked at him and left for work.

Harry decided he was going to go for the real thing, then and there. Dream Demons be damned.

#hacy #harry greenwood #macy vaughn

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ilovemydarkandstormyknight · 5 years

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Sunflower

A special thanks to @lifein-confusion for beta reading for me!

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At first, Logan hadn’t even noticed. In fact, if Roman hadn’t pointed it out to him, it would have taken him much longer to figure it out. That’s not to say he never would have- well, who was he kidding, he was so emotionally inept that he probably would never have figured it out.

Logan walked into the kitchen, where Patton had just started pulling out for dinner that night. Logan was fantastic at baking, it really was just chemistry, it’s elements put together in just the right way to make something different. And although baking was his specialty, cooking was just never his thing. Whenever Logan tried to make anything, it exploded in his face. (figuratively… sometimes) So, he left the cooking to Patton, occasionally stepping in to help.

“Hello sunshine. Would you like some help?”

Patton looked up, tilting his head slightly, like a puppy. Adorable , Logan thought. Wait, what? Where did that come from?

“Oh! Hey Lo! Sure! Could ya help me make the potatoes?”

“Sure pat, what delicious concoction are we consuming this evening?”

“Steak and mashed potatoes. Nice alliteration there, teach!” Patton giggled.

“Nice word there, sunshine. Where-“

“I know big words!”

Logan and Patton continued chatting while cooking, Patton still trying to teach Logan how to cook, even though he knew Logan was hopeless. Soon, Virgil slumped in.

“Hi kiddo!” Patton called, “Are you ready for movie night?”

Virgil groaned, though Logan knew he was secretly pleased, Virgil had somewhat broke down when they had first invited him to join them. He had thought Logan, Roman, and Patton, were trying to… well, even Virgil didn’t exactly know what, but he was anxious about it for some reason, it’sdefinitely not that it’s quite literally his job to overthink things.

“...whatever” Virgil responded.

When Roman finally joined them, setting aside whatever he was working on in his room, the group sat down for dinner. Roman, as always, gulped down his food like a excited child, he was always over eager to get straight to the movie marathon. Especially if it was Disney.

That night, it happened to be Roman’s turn to chose the movies, so as soon as he was done gobbling down his food, Roman rushed to the TV, putting on Disney’s Hercules. With Roman’s urging, the other three finished up their dinners and slid onto the couch. Roman excitedly sat down in the middle, and started trying to convince Virgil to come cuddle with him, even though they both knew Roman would eventually end up with his boyfriend laying in his lap one way or the other.

As always, Logan sat in the corner, Patton right up against him. Logan put his arm around Patton, pulling him closer, because, well… for some inexplicable reason

Patton being closer was all he wanted.

When the the third movie was over, Patton got up, “Alright guys, I think it’s about time we get to bed.” Patton turned to Virgil, “Ya ready, kiddo?”

“Ughh, but it’s warm…” Virgil said from Romans arms.

Roman smiled softly at him, “It’s alright my dark prince, I shall join you soon.”

Virgil shot him a halfhearted glare, “Fine. But you better hurry up, princey.”

“Are you guys sure you’re okay with cleanup? Because I can-“

“Patton.” Logan cut him off, “You have been more than satisfactory, as you cooked dinner. And Roman and I are perfectly capable of a simple cleanup job. Go. Sleep.”

“Alright… if you’re sure…”

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Alright… night, Lo.”

“Sleep tight, Virgil, Patton.”

Right after Virgil and Patton left, Roman finally brought it up.

“So…” Roman said picking up the popcorn bowl from their shared couch, “When were you and padre gonna tell us?”

“Tell you about what?”

“You know… that you’re dating?”

After a beat of silence, Roman spoke again, “You two are dating, right?”

“Er- no Roman, I do not believe I know what you are talking about. What, er- may I ask, led you to this conclusion?”

“I thought it was rather obvious, you two are always giving each other pet names, and you’re both very… touchy. Besides, being the romance trait, I can just feel the love in the air.”

Logan blinked, this was new information for him, he knew he was a bit more… ‘touchy’ as Roman had put it, with Patton, but he had always thought that it was just how Patton was. He was like that with everyone… right?

“Firstly Roman, as you well know, you can not feel romance, just as Virgil can not smell fear. It is impossible, even in a place such as the mindscape.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I know lo, it’s an expression.”

“That is not- never mind. What- what did you mean by… pet names and ‘touchiness’? I do neither of those things.”

“Sure you do!” Roman scoffed, “Just now, you were cuddling with dad on the couch! it’s like every time you’re in a room together you’re calling each other things like ‘dear’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’, and of course, my personal favorite, ‘sunshine’. You’re always calling Patton ‘sunshine’. It’s disgustingly adorable.”

“Surely you’re dating… unless!?” Roman gasped dramatically, “do you- did you even notice that you’ve been sickly sweet with padre for years?”

“I- suppose not… goodnight Roman, it seems I have a lot to think about.”

“Alright, goodnight Lo. Try to figure this out.” Roman paused, “Wait! Lo, ya gotta help me clean up!” But at that point, Logan was already gone.

—-

As soon as Logan got back to his room, he flopped down head first on the bed. It was a tad extravagant, especially for him, but he was feeling- he was feeling a bit dramatic.

He honestly couldn’t believe he had never noticed that he called Patton sunshine, but now that Logan thought about it, he did it a lot. He supposed… he had just gotten so used to it that he didn’t think too much about what he called his opposite.

When he thought about it even more, he realized Patton always made him feel more… he was… happy when he was around his counterpart. Logan thought about how every time Patton smiled, his heart flipped, how whenever Patton laughed he felt like he was about to burst with joy, how whenever his sunshine was sad, Logan wanted to just wrap his arms around him and protect him with everything he had.

And that’s when Logan realized, the nickname he seemed to have come up with for Patton, ‘sunshine’, was just… completely perfect. It honestly encompassed everything he felt for Patton in just one word.

Shit.

Clearly he had to figure out a plan.

It was three hours later, and the best idea Logan had was to either tell Patton, which was clearly off the table for obvious reasons, or just… keep him at arms length for the rest of their existence, which honestly sounded infinitely worse.

Well... it seemed Logan needed to sort through all of this, but in the meantime he would avoid Patton as much as possible, as all evidence was pointing towards Patton causing these feelings.

—-

The next morning, Logan got up later than his normal time of 7:00, due to being up all night thinking. That day, it seemed he was awake by 9:37, a odd time for him indeed.

As Logan got dressed, he thought about his plan Last night it had been very hard to concentrate on anything due to sleep deprivation, no matter how hard he tried. So, he wrote it and simplified it into easy steps:

Step 1: Wake up later, this will bring less time to potentially socialize with Patton.

Step 2: Neglect board game nights and movie nights. When asked, tell them I have an excess of work.

Step 3: Avoid brushing up against Patton as much as possible. No touching, and no cuddling.

Step 4: Speak to Patton as little as possible. No slip ups or calling him ‘sunshine’.

There. An easy, comprehensive list of rules for Logan to follow. This should be easy, right?

Logan had eventually come to the realization that though his function is Thomas’s logic, he is more than that. Logic is just a title, like a job, and just as a person who does their job isn’t only the that, Logan is more than his title. With this realization came his admittance that he did, in fact, have feelings. Of course, he was just so used to repressing his emotions, that it was very bad in the beginning. With the help of Patton, Logan was able to emote and experience his feelings much more. It truly was a radical improvement.

That didn’t mean he understood any of them. Usually when he was feeling something abnormal, he would go to Patton for help, but it seemed he couldn’t do that in this specific situation.

When Logan was dressed and prepared, he finally left his room and headed to the kitchen. When he got there, he was met with just what he was trying to avoid: Patton. He was standing at the sink and washing the dishes. He seemed to be humming some tune under his breath.

Just as Logan was about to turn around and go back to his room, Patton glanced up, catching him before he could do anything. “Hey lo! Good morning!” Logan blushed, “good morning Patton, I-“

“Ya missed breakfast! Even Virgil was up before you, that’s weird…”

“A-Ah yes, I had some work to do last night, and ended up s-staying up later than intended. I apologize.” Logan adjusted his glasses nervously, silently hoping Deceit wouldn’t show up.

“It’s fine Lo! I saved some extra food for you anyways, and maybe we could watch a movie after I’m done cleaning up!”

Logan thought for a moment, though he really did love spending time with Patton, he just couldn’t risk slipping up. “Well… I’m sorry Patton, I really do have a lot of work to do. I appreciate the food, thank you for thinking of me.”

Patton’s smile dropped, and it almost broke Logan’s resolve. Almost. “Oh… not even for big hero six?”

“I apologize.”

Patton plastered a smile on, “... it’s ok Logan. Another time?”

“I suppose. Thank you once again for the food, su- pat.” Logan corrected himself.

The nickname seemed to make Patton’s smile just a little bit brighter… but that can’t be true. All he did was provide explanatory exposition and bring the mood down. Patton’s just being nice, as always. Right?

“No prob, bob!”

Logan hesitated before saying, “it’s… logan.”

Patton squealed, “you made a Steven universe reference! I knew you liked that show!”

“It is… an admirable series. Goodbye, Patton.”

Logan’s plan was a failure already. He really needed to do more to avoid Patton.

—-

And that’s what Logan did for the next three and a half weeks. Anytime it wasn’t dinner, Logan avoided everyone, especially Patton. Before walking into a room, he would peek in and check for any movement or voices. If Logan heard anything, he would turn around and go back to his room. This method worked well when avoiding people and trying to work, but not so much for his health. There were days when Logan would go without any social interaction except at dinner, which he kept at a minimum.

Logan knew he wasn’t doing too well, he didn’t sleep too much once he broke his sleep schedule, and most days he only had one meal because Patton was in the commons a surprising amount. But most of all, Logan missed the others, he missed Roman and his extravagant stories about princes and dragon witches that he used to secretly love, he missed sitting in silence with Virgil, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

Although he missed his friends, he missed Patton more. He missed Patton’s exuberant smiles, how he listened intently when Logan was explaining something, simply because he loved learning. He missed Patton’s love of all things, no matter how small, (excluding spiders) he missed his pure outlook on things, his heart that was just a bit too big sometimes, and his loving, caring nature. Patton had always been special to him, but in a different way than the others. It was day fifteen when he figured out how and why Patton was different.

The realization only drove him further away.

—-

It was day twenty five when the others confronted him about his absence around them. Logan felt the pull of Patton summoning him for dinner. It was 6:30, so this was not unusual.

When Logan rose up, he noticed was immediately being watched by all of his fellow sides, including deceit. Now that was abnormal.

“W- what is… what is happening? Why is deceit here? Did- did I do something to upset any of y-you?”

Patton softened, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan shivered at the touch. “Oh, no Logan, honey. Deceit is hear as a… lie detector, of sorts. We’re worried about you, Lo.”

“Worried? W- why? I’m fine.”

“Lie,” deceit called.

Oh, so that was why he was here.

Virgil spoke up, “You’re clearly not fine, specs. Spill.”

“What Virgil means is that… well, pocket protector, frankly…” Roman said.

Patton interjected, “You’ve been avoiding us! Why? I thought we were working on emotions?” He cocked his head to the side.

“W- well…” logan glanced at deceit, “I… um. I was trying to just avoid you, pat. Th-the others just sort of... were an unintentional consequence…”

Logan, Patton, and Roman looked at deceit, he shrugged, “No lie there.”

Tears started streaming down Patton’s cheeks, “Logan…”

“I-I’m sorry.” Logan said, before sinking down to his room.

He rose back up in his room, and the first thing he did was flop down on his bed. Logan knew he needed to talk to Patton, and he wanted to! He really did… he was just… nervous. Incredibly, insanely nervous. And finally, Logan let himself cry. It was soft, few tears were actually shed, and Logan still felt awful. The first thing that Patton had taught him about emotions, his emotions, was that if he wanted to get through anything, he would have to acknowledge and recognize them.

So Logan followed Patton’s advise, he acknowledged that he was nervous, sad, and very scared. He was scared of what the others would say, would they hate him? (though Patton could never hate anyone. Not really.)

Logan had never really ‘fit in’ with his fellow sides, he was too blunt, harsh, emotionless. Would they kick him out? No. Cognitive distortions. That’s what this was. He just wanted… he needed… he really needed a hug. A few more tears dripped down his face.

A few minutes later, Logan heard shuffling outside his door. The shuffling stopped, before a few quiet knocks sounded, along with a soft voice calling “knock, knock?” Logan rolled his eyes affectionately, he’s such a dork, Logan thought. Patton’s voice was soft, almost uncertain. “He Lo, can we uh- talk? Can I come in?”

Logan thought for a moment, he really did want a hug, and Patton would be sure to give him one, no matter how much he didn’t deserve it. Logan sighed, no use putting off the inevitable.

“Sure.”

Patton opened the door, and as soon as he made eye contact Logan looked away. Patton came and sat on the opposite side of the bed as him. Logan shuddered.

“So… I guess I should start, huh?” Patton’s eyes were red, reminding Logan that he had caused him to cry earlier, which somehow made Logan feel worse. Logan nodded, not looking up.

“Did- did I do something? I’m sorry. I-I want to apologize for what I did, but- but I really can’t think of what I did to make you m- mad…”

Logan looked up, shocked. He didn’t realize Patton thought he was mad at him, especially when all he’s ever done is be his amazingly kind, generous self. It was just such a Patton thing to do.

“Oh, sunshine… I’m certainly not… a- angry at you.” Ever, Logan thought.

“Th- then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I- feelings.”

“Oh, Lo… why didn’t you tell me?”

“This erm- concerned you.”

“Me?” Patton cocked his head in that frustratingly adorable way.

“I- can we… talk about this later? I… need a hug?” Logan asked timidly.

“Oh, Lo.” Patton grinned, “You know all you need to do was ask for a cuddle party! Should I get the others?”

Logan thought for a moment, “Yes please… I promise I’ll talk later, but… I just really need to be with you guys right now.”

Patton jumped up, “Okay! In here?” When Logan nodded, Patton smiled enthusiastically, “I’ll get em!”

Before Patton could get out of the room, Logan called out, “Patton!”

Patton turned and looked at Logan, “I’m- I apologize for avoiding you. I really do l-lo- lo- appreciate your presence.” Patton’s smile widened, “it’s okay Lo. I love you too.”

—-

A few days later, Logan found himself thinking of Patton. He was so kind, letting Logan have space, even though he deserved an explanation. It was on this day that he finally decided to tell Patton about his feelings. He had integrated right back into the mind palace as if he had never left. It was nice… all the affection, even if he didn’t deserve all their love.

Nonetheless, a plan had formed in his head, but it meant telling Roman he was right, which was always just so fun .

Logan walked to romans door, tapping two sharp knocks on the door.

“Come in, Lo!”

Logan opened the door to see Virgil and Roman cuddling on the couch. “Oh. Erm- am I disturbing something here?”

“Nah, you’re good,” Virgil said, “We were just hangin’ out.”

“Do you need something, friend? Roman asked.

“Well… I uh- need to talk to you, Roman.”

“Do I need to leave?” Virgil said.

“No er-you’re good. I need to get this off my chest to both of you anyway.” Virgil nodded, tilting his head in indication for Logan to continue. “Well, I might have a crush on… a person. It’s why I shut myself off from you guys. I wanted to work through some things, but I did it in an unhealthy way. I cut you off, and I am truly sorry.”

“That’s very sweet Lo, but I have two questions,” only two? Logan thought. “One: Who the heckity heck do you have a crush on? Oh my goodness. Is it Patton?”

Logan blushed, “I’m gonna take that as a yes?” Logan nodded.

“You have a crush on Patton?” Virgil shrugged, “eh, makes sense. I always did call you the mom.”

“You did?”

Roman interjected, “were getting off topic! Question two: why did you come to me? Do you need advice from the one and only romance side? I say go for it. Patton won’t-“

“I’m not here for advise.”

“Good,” Virgil said, “‘Cuz Roman sucks at giving it.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know-“

“I need your help. I’d like to make a sunflower field at midday in the imagination.”

“Oh.” Roman said, “I can do that. But… why?”

“I- Well I’m gonna confess to Patton. He's my sunshine.”

Roman smiled, “Okay. When do you want it?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Alright. I can have it done in fifteen minutes. Go get him, Lo”

“Thank you so much Roman, Virgil. I’m sorry once again.”

Roman gestured wildly, “anything for true love!”

“Ignore him,” Virgil turned his body to Logan, “good luck Lo. But if you hurt him…” he trailed off.

“Do you really think I could so much as harm a hair on his body? He’s literally and metaphorically rather light of my life. I think I lo- love him.”

Virgil seemed satisfied with that. “This is gonna go great Lo. Good luck, have fun, and take dad’s emotions into consideration.”

Logan nodded and sunk down to the commons to stress eat crofters.

Thirty minutes later, when Logan had finally gathered up the courage to go knock on Patton’s door, he put away his jam and headed upstairs. He knocked on Patton’s door, waiting to hear a small “come in,” before stepping in.

“Good evening Patton. I was wondering if you might…” Logan stopped, Patton looked to be deep in thought and was currently staring at an old photo book.

“Oh… hey Lo. Do you… need anything?” Patton said, not looking up from his book.

“Er- well… that’s sort of the thing. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the imagination?”

Patton looked up, “Er- sure. Wh- why me?”

“Uh. I appreciate your company, of course.” Logan held out an arm, “shall we?”

Patton giggled, putting his book down and linking his arm with Logan’s, “Sure!”

As they were walking out of the room, Patton asked, “so… what do you have planned in the imagination?”

Logan looked down at Patton and winked, “I guess you will just have to see, will you not?” He smiled as Patton started giggling once again.

When they arrived at romans room, Logan pushed the door open, heading straight to the nice looking cabinet that held the entrance to the imagination. Just like the in ‘the Lion, the Which, and the Wardrobe’.

“Shall we?” Logan asked as he beckoned Patton to come open the door. Patton opened the wardrobe to reveal a small wooden gazebo with a small bench in the center, surrounded by a field of sunflowers, all facing the midday sun.

Patton gasped, Logan could see the stars in his eyes. “Logan… It’s gorgeous…”

Logan’s cheeks were a rosey shade of pink by now, “Yes… it really is, isn’t it? Roman did outdo himself.” Logan reached out and touched a sunflower, “utterly realistic as well, isn’t it?”

Logan walked over to Patton and placed his hand on his opposite’s. “Come sit on this bench with me, will you?” Patton obliged, looking into Logan’s eyes, “is something wrong, Lo? It seems like somethin’s on your mind.”

“Well, actually… there is something…” Logan paused, waiting for Patton to signal he was listening. Patton nodded, so Logan continued, turning away to look at the flowers, “As you know, I have been struggling with feelings. Expressing and feeling my emotions has always been something I have repressed. I told myself it was for the greater good, that Thomas would be happier and more efficient without me butting in.”

“Sometimes, I still believe that, to an extent.” Logan faced Patton, “But… you have truly shown me true kindness understanding, and for that I am so very grateful. You have helped me learn, something I love, I’ve learned about sadness, anger, hope, joy, and… love.”

Patton’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears, his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape. “Logan… I-

Logan cut him off, “There’s more.” He took Patton’s hands gently, slowly and gently enough that Patton could pull away if he wanted to. “Roman asked me a few weeks ago at movie night if we were dating. I told him no, of course,” Patton’s pace seemed to fall a bit, “So I asked him why he thought so. He said- well, he listed many examples, but the most prominent on that stood out to me was my calling you sunshine. Now-“

Logan took a deep breath, “I started avoiding you, and in turn, the others. I don’t know why, I suppose it was so that I could avoid emotions. I even made a list. How silly is that! Midway through though… I realized how perfectly the nickname fit. You are completely and totally my sunshine. You give out so much love and light… your smile is blindingly beautiful, you laugh is music to my ears. But the thing that made so much sense to me… is that… well, if you’re the sunshine, I am the sunflower. I will always, always look to you. You give me life. Because… well,” Logan looked down, “I love you.”

After his confession, they both fell silent. Logan couldn’t bring himself to look up. What if- “Hey, Lo can you look at me?” Patton took his had and placed it gently under his chin, tilting Logan’s head up. Their eyes met. Patton had tears streaming down his face, “I- I have been wanting you to say that for years ! I love you too, Lo!”

“Really? You’re not just saying that, because if you are… if you are I don’t think I will be able to move on.”

Patton’s face fell, “Oh, baby… I would never do that to you. I promise.”

Logan smiled shyly. Before he could even form a coherent sentence, Patton was surging forward, stopping right before his lips. “May I?” Logan simply nodded, and Patton was kissing him, and he was kissing back, and it was a swirl of emotions. Logan was ecstatic, it was truly the best moment of his existence, and he never wanted it to end.

What Patton pulled away, Logan was left stunned. Patton grinned and touched their foreheads together, “we should get going, as romantic as this is. How did you come up with this anyway? It’s so unlike you.”

Logan blinked, pulled from his trance, “Well, I guess you just bring that part of me out, sunshine.” He grinned.

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102 Keeps Me By Your Side

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A few Bucky birthdays on his 102nd.

10th March 1917 - It was a cool, crisp and clear night when the first cry broke through the darkness. From his seat at the kitchen table, George Barnes whipped his head up with a crack at the sound, a smile instantly replacing the strain that had called his face home for the previous hours as he'd been left with nothing to do other than listen as his wife struggled through the birth of their first child above him.

Finally allowed to see Winifred and their newborn, George barely spared the woman who'd been assisting a glance as he stepped forward to take his son into his arms for the first time. Cradling the precious bundle in his arms, he stroked a gentle finger over his son's impossibly soft forehead and greeted him with his new name, "Nice to meet you, James Buchanan Barnes, you're going to be a hero."

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10th March 1924; Aged 7 - "Happy Birthday, Buck!" was the first sign of his best friend's approach. Spinning with a bright grin, Bucky slipped his arm into its near permanent position around Steve's shoulders.

The pair had only become friends a few weeks earlier after Bucky had intervened when Steve had been taking on bullies twice his size... again, but after introducing himself as "James Buchanan Barnes" the blonde had declared that he would call him "Bucky" instead. Naturally, the only response to that was for Bucky, in turn, to declare "that's ok, we're best friends now", and so they were.

"I got you a present Buck, I mean it's not much but.." Steve began hesitantly, a shy smile crooking his lips.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Stevie."

With a shrug, Steve pulled a small, thin package wrapped in newspaper from his pocket and handed it over.

Bucky made sure to open it carefully, taking his time to unfold the paper and show the gift the respect anything given by Steve Rogers deserved, until he was able to see, nestled in the newspaper, a single red pencil.

"Thanks, Steve! It's my favourite colour!"

The blush that Bucky was already indescribably fond of crept up the smaller boy's cheeks as he kept his gaze on his scuffed shoes and nodded, "yeah Bucky, that's why I got that one."

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10th March 1933; Aged 16 - Because of the cold weather (it was March after all) the pair were holed up in Bucky's bedroom; one of them fiddling with some scraps of metal and the other sketching their companion's studious expression.

Carefully tearing the finished drawing out of his sketchbook, Steve handed it over with an exaggerated flourish, "Sorry I haven't gotten you anythin' else Buck, I'll make it up to you next year?"

Bucky chewed on his lip silently for a few moments, oblivious to the worry he was stirring in his best friend as he did so, before turning to the blonde and clearing his throat as he fought to maintain eye contact. "Well, you could make it up to me now Stevie... I mean, if ya wanted.. or if not.." He stumbled over his words as Steve merely held his gaze without reaction.

Dropping his chin, Bucky shook his head and mumbled a quick "nevermind". Before he could fall too deep into despair however, he was startled back to the present as a chilled hand, always chilled, pressed to the back of his neck. Jerking his head up in surprise he barely had time to notice how close Steve had moved when a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips were pressed to his own for just a second before moving away.

They didn't move far though as Bucky chased them desperately, his hand grasping the nape of Steve's neck as it mirrored the long, nimble fingers tangling in the short hairs at the base of his own skull.

"Best birthday ever" he would later whisper against golden hair, arms wrapped tightly the slim, and in his eyes perfect, figure of his oldest friend.

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10th March 1937; Aged 20 - It was dark by the time Bucky stumbled back into the apartment he shared with Steve. He'd left before the other man was awake that morning and after working a double shift down at the docks, he was more than ready to just collapse into their threadbare couch. Maybe he could convince Steve to give him a foot rub, he wondered to himself as he toed off his boots at the door.

It took only a few steps further for him to realize that Steve had other plans.

Dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks, there wasn't a single fleck of paint on Steve, for once, as he stood next to their rickety kitchen table.

"What's all this Stevie?"

The table, usually covered in scraps of paper from Steve's work, was instead draped in a simple, but pretty, floral tablecloth. On top of which sat two place settings made up of their least chipped crockery and the two wine glasses that they kept for special occasions. And in the centre, there was a single red rose set in a jam jar. The scene was completed by a couple of candles, also in jars, littering the kitchen worktop.

Stepping forward to wrap the taller man into his arms, Steve pressed kisses to the base of Bucky's throat where his shirt was open. "Wanted to do somethin' special for my best guy's birthday. Ya like it?"

"Like it? I love it, Stevie. It's perfect, thanks, sweetheart."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10th March 1944; Aged 27 - Bucky wasn't entirely sure where they were exactly, but knew that they were somewhere west of Czechoslovakia after their last mission had been storming a Hydra factory there.

He wasn't sure he particularly cared where they were either, to be honest. All he knew was that they'd found an abandoned farmhouse with no enemy nearby; it was dry, there was a river to wash in, and most importantly, there were actual beds.

After a simple meal with the rest of the Howlies, Steve pulled Bucky up from his chair and nudged him towards the stairs as he bid the men goodnight.

"Night Cap, Sarge", "Don't let the bedbugs bite", "It's not the bedbugs that'll be biting!" and "Happy Birthday Sarge" echoed behind them as they climbed up towards the bedroom they'd claimed earlier that day.

Now Bucky wouldn't say that he'd been expecting anything from Steve that night, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been hoping, so when his Captain instructed him to remove his clothes and lie face down on the bed he was more than happy to comply.

His excitement only grew as he felt the solid weight straddling his legs and warm hands, always warm, grasping his waist.

But then there was a hot breath on his neck and words being muttered into his ear, "Relax Buck, that's not what this is. Not tonight."

He started to protest but was quickly silenced.

"Hush Buck, I know things are different now, and I don't just mean me. There's something in your eyes since Azzano, not surprising after what they put you through yeah, but you're always so tense, you never just rest."

Steve's final words were punctuated by his strong yet still nimble fingers pressing into the tight muscles of his lower back, pulling a groan from Bucky's lips.

"If you don't want me to, I won't Bucky. You know that. But I want to take care of you for a change. Please?"

Bucky knew that had he been looking at Steve then he would be on the receiving end of a pair of pleading blue eyes but just the simple fact that Steve had said "please" made his request one that Bucky was unable, and unwilling, to deny. Settling for a simple nod in place of words he settled himself more comfortably onto the sheets and waited for Steve to begin.

Those heavenly hands returned to his skin moments later, this time their journey smoothed by what he determined was oil, this confirmed by Steve's quiet aside, "it's lavender, I diluted it so it's not too strong, I was hoping it might help you sleep." A quiet grunt of assent was the only response.

Muscles were then kneaded, knots were worked out and skin was kissed as Steve pressed reverence through his fingers and into the body below him. When he finally sat back on his heels, satisfied, he could only smile in silent gratitude as Bucky softly snored into the pillow. Moving from the bed with a tender kiss to brunette hair, he covered the sleeping man and whispered, "Happy birthday Bucky."

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10th March 1945 - 5 days had passed since Steve's disappearance had made it into the newspapers. In reality, it had been 1 month since the Valkyrie crashed, and only 4 days before that when Bucky had fallen from the train.

In the Barnes' household, the mood was sombre as they kept not one, but two sons, at the forefront of their mind on the birthday of their eldest.

Winifred and Becca took flowers to Sarah & Joseph Rogers' graves after breakfast while George sat at the table carving into a wood offcut; "JBB 03-10-1917, SGR 07-04-1918, Brooklyn, NY" was the imprint left behind and it was later displayed on the mantlepiece next to a rare photo of the troublesome pair.

Meanwhile, in an SSR building Peggy Carter and Howard Stark raised a glass with a murmur "to Sergeant Barnes", and somewhere near Austria, the remaining Commandos were led by Dum Dum Dugan into three solemn salutes to their fallen Sergeant and the Captain that had followed him.

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10th March [Year Unknown] - The mission had been going without a hitch. The target was eliminated with usual ease and the Asset was simply waiting for extraction.

The television had been on when he'd entered the target's home and continued to play as he waited. As he stood there the picture changed, it was now showing two men; one tall, well-built and blonde, the other slightly smaller and brunette, leaning over a map spread onto the hood of a truck. There was no sound accompanying the images but the words scrolling underneath read "Captain America's best friend, Bucky Barnes' birthday..."

Neither name meant anything to him. The Asset did not have a name and had no need for one.

But something about the blonde's face, crisp and clear even on the aged black and white footage, prevented him from looking away.

So he stood there as it continued to play, unnerved by the attention it demanded of him, sweat prickling the back of his neck as his left fist clenched repeatedly.

And that's how they found him when the time for retrieval came; still staring at a screen that now showed something entirely unrelated.

He was swiftly returned to the chair when they returned to base, the mystery of the blonde man he couldn't help but stare at burnt from his brain before ice froze away his consciousness.

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10th March 2009; Aged 92 - Mission: Eliminate the target. This time the target was an Iranian scientist, not that the Asset knew that. He only had a face, a location and an order.

When it came time to implement that command a red-headed woman was standing in his way. The Asset didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger; the woman falling to the floor as his bullet travelled through her abdomen and into the target who'd attempted to shield himself behind her.

Mission: Completed.

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10th March 2012 - When Steve Rogers woke up that morning it was to the initial confusion that heralded the start of all his days since he'd been brought into the 21st century. Where was he? Where was Bucky?

As his understanding returned, so too did the pain of being alone in this new world.

With a cursory glance towards the calendar, he felt the breath be punched out of him as he saw the date "March 10th", Bucky's birthday.

Now sitting on the edge of his bed, Steve collapsed forward to press his face into his hands as he broke down into shuddering sobs.

Had anyone else been in the sparsely furnished, SHIELD supplied, apartment to hear him they'd have been barely able to distinguish the words from the cries, but Steve was alone as he begged with anguish, "Bucky. Why Bucky why? Why aren't you here? Why couldn't I be with you? Bucky, god I miss you. I love you so much and it hurts, Buck, it hurts."

Steve would later drag himself down to the basement of his building and skin his knuckles down to the bone as he endlessly beat his way through the "heavy-duty" punch bags hung there. ------------------------------------------------------

10th March 2014; Aged 97 - He knew today was his birthday. Not because he had any actual memories of it being so, but because the exhibition at the museum had said March 10th was Bucky Barnes' birthday, and if he was Bucky Barnes then that meant that March 10th was his birthday too.

It had been less than two months since the Helicarriers fell from the skies and he'd dragged an unconscious Steve Rogers from the river.

In that time he'd visited the Smithsonian more than once, trying to garner all the knowledge he could about the man he used to be, before heading south. He was currently somewhere south of Texas in a Hydra safehouse, judging from what he'd been able to find on the internet it seemed unlikely that anyone else would be joining him at the hideout any time soon.

He was also fairly certain that Steve Rogers hadn't tracked him down yet, although some unplaceable knowledge at the back of his mind told him that the other man would be looking for him, somehow he knew that for certain, even when he wasn't certain of his own identity.

He had no memories of celebrating birthdays, and the Soldier had no information of use either, so he wasn't entirely sure if there was something he was meant to be doing. But as he snapped open a chocolate bar he'd found hidden behind some canned food, he thought that maybe, just maybe, that might be something he'd like to figure out.

Meanwhile, somewhere north of Bucky's "somewhere south of Texas" Steve Rogers stood overlooking an empty field under starlit skies. With a sigh that rattled his weary bones, he pushed his gaze towards the heavens and vowed, "I'm here Buck, I'll find you, I'm not losing you again."

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10th March 2016; Aged 99 - Two years had passed since he'd been sat in that safehouse. Two years when he'd fought his body and his mind every single day: battling his memory as he grappled with flashes of who he was before; boy, man, lover, soldier, asset, lost... Fighting his body as every inch of him ached; nowhere more so than the area around his shoulder where metal met flesh. He was grateful that the drugs withdrawal had passed long ago, those few weeks had been enough to almost have him wishing for the emptiness of cryo on more than one occasion, but now he relished the feeling of a clear and fresh mind, battered and bruised though it was.

Today he knew it was his birthday because he was able to keep track of the days, and the newspaper he purchased every morning as he headed to the market confirmed it. It was March 10th, and that meant that he, James Buchanan Barnes, was 99 years old. He actually only let that particular thought cross his mind once as the idea of being 99 years old proved to be more than slightly baffling.

Unlike two years ago, Bucky had a plan for how he was going to celebrate his birthday. He was going to make a pie. He'd bought plums that morning and had already started baking the crust. It wasn't much, he was aware enough now to know that, but as he looked around his single room living space with a timid smile he thought it was quite enough for him at the moment.

Unlike two years ago, Steve Rogers was not standing in an empty field. He was still no closer to finding Bucky and was fairly sure that if one more person said "you won't find him unless he wants to be found" that he'd go insane, but stepping off the QuinJet behind Sam and Natasha as they headed to the latest Hydra base they intended to raze to the ground, he tapped a quick hand to his heart and muttered a brief "happy birthday jerk" before reaching up to his ear to switch on his comms.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------- March 10th 2017; Aged 100 - "Happy birthday Buck. It's a bit warmer here than it used to be for your birthdays back in Brooklyn. Wait, no, pretend I didn't just say that when you're in cryo. God, I don't know if I want you to be able to hear me or not. If you can, do me a favour and pretend you didn't when you get out? Don't need you to have any more things to use against me, ya jerk."

With a heavy sigh, the forced cheeriness slipped off his face and vanished from his voice as Steve sat forward in the chair. He'd placed it directly in front of Bucky's cryo tank shortly after he'd gone in and it hadn't moved from that position in the months since, even though he was often somewhere else in the world.

Now though, he scooted it closer, just enough so that he could reach out his hand and press it to the cool metal as he gazed up at the peaceful face of his best friend.

"100 years old, huh Buck? Gotta be honest I didn't expect either of us would make it to be old men. Maybe you before the war, but we both knew it was never gonna be realistic for me before the serum. Nat gave me a cupcake earlier, said it was for you but that I could eat it on your behalf. It was good, I guess I'll have to owe you one when you're awake."

Leaning back to raise his eyes to the ceiling, he had one final comment before slipping into the usual silence that always resulted from his visits, "ya reckon you'll be back for my birthday Bucky? Not sure I want to turn 99 without you, nevermind 100. Might have to skip the fireworks these days though..."

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March 10th 2018; Aged 101 - Bucky was sitting at the kitchen table in his and Steve's Brooklyn home, a cup of coffee cradled between his hands and a plate of toast to the side, when an envelope slapped down onto the table in front of him.

"Whassat?" he mumbled through a mouth full of bread and jam.

Amusement filling his voice, Steve crossed around the table to sit opposite him before grinning, "guess you'll have to open it and find out."

Swallowing, he pointed an accusing finger the blonde's way, "you already gave me a present punk, and a card, and a very pleasant wake-up" he finished with a wink.

Despite his words, Bucky was quick to snatch up the envelope before prying it open with his left pinky.

Steve was content to watch in silence as steel blue eyes grew wider and plush lips formed a gasp of surprise as words and meaning were processed before he was gifted a lap full of super-soldier and a face full of sweet-smelling brunette hair as kisses were pressed to his own golden crown.

"Is it real, Stevie?"

Wrapping his arms tightly around Bucky and sneaking a kiss to the underside of his chin, Steve grinned up at him, "Yep. You're fully pardoned and recognized as a POW, the medals are on their way, your back pay should already be in the bank, and you have a passport and driving license in your own name, with your face and your date of birth. And no-one can ever take them away from you."

With eyes full of tears and a smile brighter than the sun, Bucky buried his face into the neck of this precious man as Steve finished, "Happy birthday Bucky."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10th March 2019; Aged 102 - Flicking his suspicious gaze from the leather box on his knees to the smiling man leaning in front of them, Bucky cautiously lifted the lid just enough to peek inside.

"C'mon Buck, open it properly!"

"Quiet Stevie, it's my present."

"Not if I take it back it's not!"

Reflexively pulling it closer he narrowed his eyes in a glare at the blonde, "you wouldn't, now shush."

Now opening the box fully, Bucky found himself unable to form words or even noises as he took in the contents before him.

Luckily, Steve hadn't lost the ability of speech, "so I had no way of getting yours, obviously, so these are mine but I want you to have them Bucky, no don't argue, just listen. We always wore each other's tags in the war, and I've worn mine since I came out of the ice. But these are for you, for the moments when maybe you need a reminder of who you are and where you belong; with me."

Tears trailing down his cheeks Bucky raised his eyes to Steve's, "thank you, Stevie, I don't know what to say, just thank you.." his voice trailed off as he looked back down to the dog tags and noticed something amiss.

This time when he looked back to Steve, the other man had moved from kneeling on two knees to one as he reached out to lift the tags from the box, before holding out the ring that now joined them on the chain for Bucky's inspection.

"I thought this might be a good way to wear it, I mean if you say yes, which you don't have to of course. But uh, I was wondering, to be honest, I've wanted to ask you since the 30s, and I love you, James Buchanan Barnes, so would you.. god, I'm messing this up, but would you do me the honour of marrying me and being my husband?"

Shock swiftly morphed to sheer delight and Bucky flung himself forward onto Steve, arms wrapped tightly around the blonde's neck as he yelled "Yes!"

Pulling him down into a kiss, Steve clarified, "Yes?"

"Yes, Steve. A thousand times yes."

"Thank god for that. Happy birthday Buck"

"I love you, Steve Rogers"

"I love you too, James Rogers"

"No, Steve."

"Why not?"

"That sounds awful. We'll hyphenate. Barnes-Rogers."

"What about Rogers-Barnes?"

"No."

"Why? What's wrong with Rogers-Barnes?"

"I'm older, my name goes first."

"Says who!??"

"Me."

"Jerk."

"Punk."

title taken from the song “one hundred and two” by The Judds

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve rogers/bucky barnes #happy birthday bucky

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-this-dizzy-dreamer- · 6 years

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Colleagues and Cocktails (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Coworker!Sebastian Stan x Plus-size!Reader AU

Summary: When you get moved up to a new department at work you can’t help but dread every aspect of it, that is until you find yourself expecting one of your co-workers to walk through the door every day. Then you realize it might not be as bad as you thought. But the thing is he doesn’t seem to notice you at all. All he seems to give you are daydreams and interesting chats with your best friend.

Warnings: Language, Smut.

Word Count: 2.5K

Enjoy!

At exactly 6 in the afternoon, you arrived home to hear your television playing inside your apartment and shoes already outside the door. You laughed to yourself since by now you should have known your best friend would be over before you’d even arrive. Elizabeth could never wait to hear your gossip, but then again you could never wait to tell it to her either.

“Hey, girl! Sorry I got here so early. I couldn’t wait. On the bright side, I put the drinks in the fridge when I got here!”, she said as you put your things down on the couch beside her.

“It’s ok Liz, it’s a good thing you did get here before me. I have so much to tell you, but let me go shower first and then I’ll tell you over pizza. Order it, yea?”

“Of course, the usual with jalapenos, right?”

“Duh! Oh and get cheese fries too!” You said as you headed to your room to pick out some sweats and a tee.

You then made your way to the bathroom for a much needed soothing hot shower. Opening your phone to play some music while you showered you noticed an unopened notification in your email again.

sstan01: So how was it? Want to quit yet?

coffeelover04: Haha it’s not that bad. I think I could stay til I retire or you know die from staying late at the office and being murdered by some ghost or something. Whichever comes first.

After a minute without a reply and remembering the water had been running for a while now you finally stepped into the shower. Just as Billie Eilish’s Ocean Eyes started playing you had started conditioning your long jet black hair. For some reason, as you sang along you couldn’t help thinking about elevator guy and his beautiful blue eyes. He had seemed like such a jerk, but you couldn’t lie to yourself that was totally your type. Tall and brooding. You loved the idea of them being nice just for you. But then again, Sebastian seemed pretty cool too. He was nice. But maybe you could try talking to elevator guy, right? I mean it wouldn’t hurt if anything maybe just having him under you would be enough, or on top whichever he preferred…

“Damn it (Y/N), he’s a coworker you can’t go messing with him, besides he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Once you had finished your shower and taken your head out of the gutter, the pizza arrived. You pulled out two wine glasses and the bottle that had chilled in the fridge and settled yourself on the floor next to Liz who was sprawled out on the couch.

“Alright, spill! How was it? You didn’t find anyone to replace me, right?”She said taking a slice of pizza.

“Of course not, loser. No one else in this whole universe could possibly stand me and all my shit. But I mean, it wasn’t bad or anything. I was a little underdressed, and by a little I mean a lot everyone was literally in like business casual shit and here I was in a tee and leggings, I almost died of embarrassment on the inside. And when I was going in I forgot my ID and some dude didn’t hold the elevator door for me and he made me almost spill my coffee and then I couldn’t find a phone to actually work with for over half an hour and I didn’t finish all of my work for today too, sooo...yea.”

“Was he at least cute?”

“Is that really all you heard?” Laughing you shook your head. “He was alright.”

“Alright, what does “alright” mean? It’s a yes or no answer.” She said shoving you slightly.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, he’s cute, alright? Well, maybe a little more than cute, happy?!”

Elizabeth let out something between a screech and what sounded like a wounded animal cry. Startling you just enough to make you drop some cheese on your shirt from your fries.

“Are you okay?”

YOU JUST CALLED SOMEONE CUTE. YOU TOTALLY HAVE A CRUSH!"

"It's not the first time I call someone cute."

"Besides me. I didn't know you had feeling OMG who are you. Where is my best friend?"

"Stop ok. It's not a big deal."

"Uh, yea it is. This calls for bottle number 2 to come out."

"Dude no I have work tomorrow morning and like I said it's no big deal."

“Uh yes, it is.”

As Liz was coming back with the second bottle you decided to check your notifications.

sstan01: lol glad to hear, even though that was oddly specific????

coffeelover04: Omg, so sorry. That probably sounded super weird. I’ve been on a supernatural binge and I’ve been drinking. Haha..ha I’m sorry.

“Who are we texting?” Liz plopped back down on the couch handing you your glass and looking at the messages over your shoulder. “sstan01? Who’s that? A tinder match? You’re still on that?”

“Dude no he’s not a tinder match, although I am still on it, that’s not important right now.” You almost chugged the wine n your glass remembering how you told yourself you were going to delete tinder a week ago. “He’s from work, I think.”

sstan01: Really now? Drinking on a Thursday? All alone, without me? Haha, jk. It’s ok don’t worry about it, it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard.

“You think?? What do mean you think??”

“ Well it’s from a work email, so it has to be someone who works with me.” You shrugged in defeat as Liz questioned you.

coffeelover04: Yes really. And I’m not alone I have a friend over. And I don’t know what to tell you about it not being the weirdest thing. Unless of course, you’d like to share what that thing is lol. Are we on that level yet, stranger?

“But it’s your personal email, how could he have gotten that?”

“Liz, I don’t know. I mean it’s on my resume...he could have gotten it from there? Why does it matter I don’t even really know this guy.”

“Exactly! Are you hearing yourself right now?” Said, Liz, as she playfully smacked your head. “You don’t know this man, but somehow he has your personal email?”

“Liz he’s not going to turn out to be a serial killer. He’s nice.”

“Again, are you hearing yourself? They’re always nice!”

sstan01: Oh, drinking with a friend? I’m going to let you go then. Could tell you my old man stories another time.

“ (Y/N)! See, old man stories! He’s a gross old man.”

“Ok, you’ve had enough to drink.” You say laughing and taking Liz’s glass. “You can crash here for the night and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning. Sound good?”

coffeelover04: Just my best friend, but alright. I’ll hold you accountable to those stories lol goodnight!

“Sounds great!” She said as she put away the half-empty bottle and pulled out the bed inside the couch, which you had bought exactly for these occasions. “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.”

Heading to your room you checked your phone one last time before plugging it in to charge.

sstan01: Anytime you want to hear them just let me know. Goodnight (Y/N)!

There was no way he could be a creepy old man, right? He had to be from work and most of them were pretty young looking, well at least those you’ve seen. Maybe you were overthinking it and had too much to drink too. It was best to just sleep on. So, slipping into bed you curled up and found yourself thinking about elevator guys deep blue eyes.

All of a sudden you could feel him against you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Feeling his breath warm on your neck making your hair stand. You couldn’t help but whimper softly as you felt him push closer to you. Turning around you face those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

His hands trailed up your back and through your hair to your face. He caressed your cheek softly and began to pull you in.

“I think I love you (Y/N)...(Y/N)”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!, Dude come on you said you’d make me breakfast….” Liz slowly came to view as you opened your eyes.

“God damn it, Liz, fine...gimme a sec. You know I was pretty content sleeping.”

“Yea I saw you were all smiley, it was a little unsettling.” She laughed as she shoved you toward your bathroom door. “But no time for that you have 2 hours before you have to go to work and I want food.”

“ Ok, but don’t start without me, I don't want you burning my apartment down.”

Quickly putting your hair up and brushing your teeth you planned out your morning in your head.

1. Quick breakfast. Pancakes and eggs. Maybe bacon?

2. Change for work. Do you have work clothes?

3. Find sunglasses. This headache is going to kill you if I don’t.

4. Find keys. Probably on the couch.

Walking into the kitchen you could already hear Liz cursing the stove.

“ Come on stupid thing turn on already....”

“I’m here you can stop pretending you don’t know how my stove works.” Laughing you start the stove and start pouring in the pancake mix Liz made. “If you want some you can take out some bacon and eggs.”

After breakfast, which took a lot longer than what you had anticipated, you started to look for an outfit and maybe even your sunglasses altogether. Finally after trying on 3 of the 4 dress pants you owned you decided on the only ones that did go over your thunder thighs and a nice light blue dress shirt.

“Hey, you start work at 8, right? It’s 7:15.”

“Shit, ok can you do my hair please?”

Hurrying out of your room and into a chair you pulled out your phone and debated whether or not to let Jessica know you would be late.

“ I can still make it right?”

“ Yea, totally”, said Liz tugging at your hair “ If you quit moving like a five-year-old.”

Sitting still you decided to just convince yourself you wouldn’t be late. Plus finding your sunglasses could be put aside and you were pretty sure you were now sitting on your keys so everything would be fine.

“ Done, simple, but cute braided half up half down do”

“ Thanks, I owe you one. Help yourself to food if your staying and lock up when you leave! I love you!” Grabbing your bag and keys you made your way to your car as your phone went off.

sstan01: Good morning, are you getting coffee for everyone today or are you just late?

You decided to answer later because well, you were late and time wasn’t going to freeze at 7:55 just because you wanted it to. As you got to the office you make sure you had everything before you got out of the car this time and you prayed no one would see you or at least call out the fact that you're late.

Coffeelover04: Very funny, actually just walking in. Little hungover, but nothing serious.

Seb couldn't stop thinking about last night. you had told him you were with a friend and his mind raced. Were you on a date? Did you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? He had to remind himself that he barely knew you and was in no place to ask you. Plus you had said you were with your best friend, so why was he worrying? Or why did he even care? Maybe it had been because he had had someone over last night too, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to do more with that girl other than kiss her once. He didn’t know why he had never had that problem before. He was charming and it had always worked in his favor. So why hadn’t he been able to turn on his charm last night with that girl? And why did he to this moment still feel a pang of jealousy in his gut. You weren’t the type of girl he usually chased, but for some reason, he was drawn to the mess you were. But he couldn’t let himself fall for you, especially not now that he had been promoted too with a new office and everything. But he still had a pretty good view of your desk, with the wall being clear glass and all, which you weren’t in yet and it was already 8:15.

Walking in you slowly tipped toed across Jessica at the front desk just as elevator guy walked in clearing his throat. You couldn’t help, but blush as you thought back to the dream you had and how good he looked in a full suit. He looked so serious and his face was just too captivating, the way his eyes searched the office and his tongue licked his lips before he spoke.

“Good Morning everyone. Just wanted to let you all know that al data is due at the end of the day, no matter what time you come in.” You hadn’t been too sure, but it was like he was directing that last bit to you, but he had no way of knowing you had just gotten there, right? You started walking back to your desk and as you got there noticed Jessica following close behind.

“ You know if you had warned a gal I could have covered for you.”

“ I’m sorry Jess, I promise I’ll let you know next time. Not that I promise they’ll be a next time or anything.”

“Don’t stress over it, love. But tell me what was all of that with Mr. Boss man?”

“ What are you talking about?”

“ (Y/N) dear, I saw you blushing and eyeing the boss when he told us about data.”

“ Wait….the boss? Jess no he can’t be the boss!”

“Oh but he is, just got promoted yesterday. Maybe if you had stayed till the end of the day you would have found out or at least came in on time today.” Jessica said as she walked off smiling to herself.

sstan01: Glad to see you finally made it. Seems like you’ve got a record of coming in late and it’s only your second day.

coffeelover04: Thanks, but don’t judge me ok? Pretty sure you aren’t Mr. Perfect.

Seb smiled to himself as he read your message in his office. Oh if you only knew.

Again, feedback is much-appreciated guys! ~xoxo~

#colleagues and cocktails fic #part 2 #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #alternate universe #hope you like it #can you guess which part is off my life?#first fic #thanks guys

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bob-giovanni · 6 years

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A Casual Affair - Part 24

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Violet has difficult discussions with her son and Simon.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Talk of Bullying

Notes: Ya know, I’m going to stop apologizing for taking so long to get these chapters posted. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m having trouble writing this story. It’s not that I don’t want to, not at all. I had an ending in mind for this story before I even began writing it. But I was unemployed when I first started writing it so my time is more limited. But I promise that I will not abandon this story. It will get finished! Thank you to all of those who have stuck with it so far.

Song for this Chapter: “Cats in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin (Playlist Here!)

Violet was sitting on the front porch of her condo enjoying a cold beer while Dodger played with his friend Jeremy from across the street. While she sat there, her mind raced. Just two days ago her life was so wildly different. She’d mostly moved on from her feelings for Simon. But seeing him again brought back everything she’d felt before. She obviously couldn’t completely forget Simon. She was reminded of him every time she looked at Dodger. She had always taught her son that lying was wrong yet she had been lying to him every time he asked her about his father. Violet set her beer down on the small table next to her and pulled out her phone. She opened her messages and looked at the last few messages from Simon. It was weird seeing his name in her phone again.

Simon: Can I see him?

Violet: What?

Simon: Dodger. Can I see him? Meet him?

Violet: I don’t know, Simon. I’m afraid this will be too much for him.

Simon: I know, Vi. But he is my son. I would like to meet him and be in his life.

Violet: I need to talk to him first. Give me a couple of days.

Violet sighed. That conversation had happened Friday night. It was now Sunday and Violet still hadn’t talked to Dodger. She needed to stop putting it off. Even though she was worried that he wouldn’t understand everything completely, she also knew that he was a very smart boy and that having his father in his life would be good for him. Violet quickly finished her beer before standing from her chair. “Alright, munchkin. It’s time to come inside. Say goodnight to Jeremy.” Dodger complained but said goodnight to his friend and walked up the front steps. Violet watched to make sure Jeremy got home ok. Once the other boy was inside his house, Violet took Dodger inside and shut and locked the front door. She took a deep breath before taking him to the living room and sitting down on the couch. “Alright, dude. We need to have a talk. Come here.” She said as she patted the cushion next to her. Dodger climbed onto the sofa. “An adult talk?” He asked. Violet nodded.

“Do you remember a few months ago when some of your classmates had their daddies come in to talk about their jobs and that mean boy in your class made fun of you when you said you didn’t have a daddy?” Dodger nodded slowly. “And do you remember what you asked me when you got home from school that day?” Dodger nodded again. “I asked you if I had a daddy and you told me that everyone has a daddy but that you didn’t know who my daddy was.” Violet nodded. “That’s right. Well when I said that I didn’t know who your daddy was…well…mommy was lying.” Dodger looked up at her. “But you said that lying is bad.” “I know, baby. I know I did. And it is. You should always tell the truth and mommy is so sorry that she lied to you.” “It’s ok, mommy. I forgive you.” Dodger moved so he could hug Violet. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

Violet smiled as she held her son close. She pulled him into her lap and leaned back a bit. “I lied to you because I was scared that you wouldn’t understand. But you’re so smart, munchkin. So much smarter than I could ever imagine. The truth is I do know who your daddy is. He didn’t know about you until recently.” Dodger had a confused look on his face. “How did he not know about me? I’m his son.” Dodger sounded so hurt and it broke Violet’s heart that she did this to him. “He didn’t know about you because I didn’t tell him. But he knows about you now and he wants to meet you.” Dodger looked up at her with hopeful eyes. “He does?” Violet smiled and nodded. “But it’s up to you. This is a very adult decision. And I know that it might seem scary so I want you to take some time and think about it, ok?” Dodger nodded. “Ok, I will. Can I go up to my room now?” Violet kissed Dodger’s cheek and nodded. “Of course, baby. Go get ready for bed.”

Dodger jumped down off of Violet’s lap and ran upstairs. That had gone much better than she expected. She thought for sure Dodger would have so many questions. But she knows how smart he is. After a few minutes Violet made her way upstairs and into Dodger’s room. He was wearing his PJs and was sitting on the floor playing with some of his toys. “Alright, little man. Bed time. You have school tomorrow.” Dodger put his toys away before climbing into bed. Violet tucked him in and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Mommy?” “Yes, baby?” “I wanna meet my dad.” Violet smiled softly. “Are you sure?” Dodger nodded. “Ok. Well I have to have an adult conversation with him too before you meet him, ok?” Dodger nodded and yawned. “Ok, mommy. Goodnight. I love you.” “I love you too, munchkin.” Violet dimmed the light in Dodger’s room and shut his bedroom door a bit before heading to her room. She flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before grabbing her cell phone and texting Simon.

Violet: Come to my house tomorrow at 3PM.

She put her phone on her nightstand before changing into her PJs and climbing into bed. She wanted to talk to Simon before he officially met Dodger for the first time and she wanted to do it without Dodger there. Violet reached for her phone and texted her mom to see if she could pick Dodger up from school tomorrow and watch him for a couple of hours. She didn’t even hesitate. Grandmom loved spending time with her little love bug. Once Violet had that sorted out she did her best to get some sleep. The next morning after she got Dodger dressed and made him breakfast, she told him that Grandmom would be picking him up from school. “Really?!” Dodger was excited. He loved his Grandmom and Grandpa but also knew it meant he would get to play with their dog, a Bulldog named Hank who loved Dodger too. After putting their breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, Violet grabbed Dodger’s backpack and got him on the bus. She waved goodbye to him and headed to work.

She hated having to go into work so early in but it meant she got to leave early too. She was in by 7:30AM and left at 2:30PM everyday. She was home in less than 15 minutes which would give her time to get ready for Simon’s arrival at 3PM. The entire day Violet had a hard time concentrating. All she could think about was her meeting with Simon. She was nervous about seeing him again. But she somehow made it through the day and headed home. Traffic was lighter than usual so she made it home in only ten minutes. Violet entered her home and immediately changed out of her work clothes and into a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt. She paced back and forth in the dining room while she waited for Simon to arrive, trying to go over in her head everything she wanted to say to him. Violet was torn from her thoughts by the doorbell ringing. She looked at the time on her phone. 3PM on the dot. Simon was still punctual it turns out. Violet walked to the front door and put her hand on the knob, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

Simon stood there with a nervous look on his face. Violet smiled softly and stepped to the side. “Come in.” She said. Simon nodded and stepped inside, standing to the side while Violet shut the door. She lead him into the living room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. “Do you want anything to drink?” Simon shook his head as he sat down. “No, I’m good. Thank you.” Violet sat on the couch opposite Simon. She took a moment to look him over. She hadn’t really gotten the chance to do that before. She was so in shock seeing him that she didn’t really take the time to look at him. His hair was in the same style as she remembered. He had a full beard now instead of just a mustache. He had a few more wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but he was still as handsome as she remembered.

Simon blushed a bit when he noticed that Violet was looking him up and down. But he’d taken his chance to admire her as well. Before her hair had been a deep red and just past her shoulders. Now it was a lightish brown, what he assumed was her natural color, and it was down past her elbows. There were a few stray gray hairs but it suited her. Her face was a bit rounder and her body was a bit softer, but she was still drop dead gorgeous. Violet noticed Simon staring at her and she grabbed a pillow, hugging it over the front of her body. “What?” She asked softly. Simon smiled a bit and shook his head. “Motherhood looks good on you.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Wow how long have you been waiting to use that one?” Simon laughed a bit. “Oh come on. It does. I bet you were one of those women who looked great through their entire pregnancy.” Violet smiled a bit and tucked some hair behind her ear as she looked down. “I wish I could’ve been there to see it.” He continued.

Violet sighed softly. “Simon, can we not, with that, right now?” Simon nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Sorry.” Violet cleared her throat. “Dodger was in pre k last year. And towards the end of the year they asked some of the kids to invite their parents to come in and talk about their jobs. When the teacher asked Dodger if he would have his mom or dad come in he said that he would ask his mom but that he didn’t have a dad. One of the kids in his class made fun of him and told him it was weird that he didn’t have a dad. Dodger came home that day crying and told me what happened and he asked me why he didn’t have a dad like all the other kids in his class. I lied and told him it was because I didn’t know who his dad was. The truth is I was scared to tell him. Not because I thought he wouldn’t understand but because I knew there was a lot of shit I still hadn’t dealt with and I had been lying to myself even that I was ok. That everything was fine. My whole life for the past six years has been about Dodger and I truly believe that I’ve been the best mom that I possibly can be. But I would be lying if I said it’s been easy being a single mom. It’s been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. And I don’t regret leaving when I did because at the time I thought it was the best option for me. But I do regret not being honest with you. It wasn’t fair of me to keep my pregnancy a secret from you and for that I’m sorry and I hope you can forgive me. And even if you can’t, which I would completely understand, I hope you can at least look past it for Dodger’s sake because he really wants to meet you.”

Simon took a moment to absorb everything Violet said before speaking. “I’m so sorry that Dodger had to go through that. And that you had to deal with it alone. And of course I forgive you for leaving. I was hurt, definitely, but I understand now. You were scared and you wanted to be with your family. I wasn’t your family. I did a shitty thing and I pushed you away and I’m sorry for that. I know that it’s probably gonna be a little strange but I definitely want to move it past because I really want to meet Dodger and be a part of his life.” Violet smiled softly and wiped away a few tears. “Good. That’s very good.” Simon smiled as well. “I do have one question though. When you left, was it…I mean were you just scared in general or were you scared that I wasn’t gonna be a good dad?” Violet furrowed her eyebrows. “What? Oh my god, no, of course not. I knew, and I still think this, that you’d be an excellent father. And it wasn’t so much that I was scared. I felt…lonely. I knew that at least if I was here I’d have my parents and my brothers and sisters-in-law. They’ve all been such a big help. But I still have days where I still feel really, really lonely.”

Simon could relate to what Violet was saying about being lonely. Even when he and Charlotte were still together he felt so alone. He’d thought about Violet all the time, wishing that she was there, or even that he could just talk to her. He’d thought about just calling her cell a few times over the years. But he’d felt so guilty about pushing her away. He figured she wouldn’t want anything to do with him. And he completely understood that. Simon cleared his throat and leaned up a bit. “Is Dodger here?” He asked softly. Violet shook her head. “He’s with my parents. I wanted us to have time to talk and get out everything we need to get out without having to worry about him overhearing things he maybe shouldn’t hear.” Violet explained. “And to be honest, even though he seems excited to meet you, I’m still a little hesitant.” Simon nodded. “I can understand that. I mean, is there something in particular that is causing you to be hesitant?”

Violet chewed her bottom lip. “I haven’t told him that you live on the other side of the country. I’m afraid that he’ll get too attached too quickly.” She sighed softly and ran a hand through her hair. “When Dodger was around 3, I started seeing this guy. I hadn’t been with anyone since Dodger was born so when he started showing me some affection I just lapped it up like a school girl. I rushed into a relationship with a man I barely knew and we wound up moving in together just a few months after we started dating. Dodger got really attached to him. When things inevitably went south and we broke up, Dodger didn’t understand. He was so upset, crying, screaming, throwing tantrums all the time. It was the first time Dodger had someone besides me around all the time. I know he’s gonna love you and he’s gonna get attached and then when you have to go back to New York it’s gonna crush him.” Simon nodded. That was something he’d thought about. But he thought he had a solution. “Well I have someone else looking after things back in New York right now. So I can stay here for a while. And you two can always come to New York whenever you want. Yellow House owns a plane now so I can send it to come pick you guys up. Just say the word and before you know it you two will be headed to New York in style.”

Violet smiled softly. “That’s a very generous offer, Simon.” Simon scratched his beard. “Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” Violet chewed her bottom lip. “No ‘but.’ It is a generous offer.” Simon smiled and nodded. “So when can I meet him?” “Maybe this weekend? I just think that this is going to be a lot for him. I want him to be able to concentrate in school. Why don’t we do this. Come over for dinner on Friday, let’s say around 6PM? And then after you and Dodger can hang out here.” Simon nodded. “Ok, sounds like a plan.” Violet checked the time on her phone. “I have to go pick up Dodger from my parent’s house before it gets too late.” Simon nodded and stood. Violet slipped her shoes on and walked with him to the front door. They stepped onto the porch and Violet locked the front door before Simon walked her to her car. “So I guess I’ll see you Friday then.” He said softly. Violet nodded and smiled softly. “Yeah. I know that Dodger is gonna be really excited.” Simon slipped his hands into his pockets. “It’s been really good seeing you again, Violet.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Violet’s cheek. She was clearly taken by surprise. “Good night, Simon.” She said before getting into her car. She watched as Simon crossed the street and got into his car and drove away. Violet groaned and leaned forward, gently banging her forehead against the steering wheel a few times. She knew she had to go through with this for Dodger’s sake, but deep down she knew that this was not going to end well for her and Simon.

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