#single mom!reader

[luveline]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue the movies, nachos, cherry cough syrup, and a couple of moments of clarity. [10k]

warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie’s birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!! tw sick fic

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Eddie has the most peculiar curl tucked up by his neck. Where most are frizzy and loose, this one falls in a perfect shiny ringlet below his ear. He shifts and it's out of view, a curtain of dark hair falling forward and hiding his face as he puts your car in park. 

"Remind me why you had to drive?" you ask, ducking down to look at the glaring white lights of the movie theatre across the street. 

"You were gonna fall asleep behind the wheel." 

For once, Eddie might not be exaggerating. He grins at your lack of rebuttal and throws an arm behind your shoulders, twisting in the driver's seat to set his sights on Junie. 

"Are you ready?" he asks her. 

She wiggles. It's an ecstatic movement. Her clothes are prim and sweet if you do say so yourself, a long sleeved shirt under a pair of the world's cutest dungarees. They crinkle as she moves, pressed to perfection. 

You and Eddie open opposite doors in tandem and step out into the brisk, early night. The sidewalk shines with rain, a black slickness stretching in every direction. You shiver and pull your thin jacket tighter to your torso as you turn back to the car, intending to retrieve Junie and rush into the theatre before you can freeze on the spot. 

Eddie's already swung open the door and rescued your daughter from the confines of her car seat, neatening up the hem of one of her socks with her face pushed over his shoulder. 

She giggles about something and Eddie says, "Sorry, June. 'M tickling you, am I?" so fondly you have to avert your eyes. 

He locks the car and hands over your keys with a smile. You smile back, heart flipping like a spinning coin. Head over tails, over and over. 

The big, ring-heavy hand he holds to Junie's back reaches for you suddenly enough that you flinch.

"I'm sorry," he apologises, suppressing a laugh, "your necklace is twisted." 

He moves in a second time and you raise your chin, chest aflame as his fingers glance off of your bare skin. He slips the chain over his index and pulls, encouraging the links around until the clasp is hidden again. 

"Thank you." You huff an awkward, sheepish laugh.

"You owe me," he says, mock-severe. 

Your laugh is much more genuine as you follow him across the road. 

You're squinting as you approach The Hawk movie theatre. The title cards are hard to look at, aggressively white with black capital letters that read, 'The Great Mouse Detective 7'. 

There's a small line of families waiting by the front. You realise it like a shock, that the three of you must look like a family too. 

Eddie carries Junie with the surety of a dad that's carried his child a hundred times before; he strokes the back of her head with the affection of one, soothing the mess of flyaways she'd acquired by squirming in her car seat. Junie responds with familiarity, hands tucked into his hair and tugging. She's trying to be nice but his hair won't allow it, all his long curls tangled at the ends from a day at work. 

Still, he says, "Thanks, baby. Make sure you get the back, okay?" 

"Okay," she echoes. 

You look down at your wringing hands. There's ink smudged up the side of your writing hand. You scratch at it half-heartedly, blinking against your fatigue. 

You're exhausted tonight and it's only Wednesday. You can't imagine how you'll fare tomorrow considering how little sleep you're expecting tonight — there are a thousand things to do when you get home. Laundry to wash and press, cleaning to do, dinner to make. 

You'd been writing cheques for due bills when Eddie had come knocking, well-dressed, stupid-handsome, and announced that tonight you would be accompanying him to the movies. He'd actually said 'accompanying'. 

Despite a full agenda, you'd said yes. You're not very good at saying no. At least, not to him. 

It takes you a moment to realise you're at the front of the line. You pay for the tickets before Eddie can try it, and with his hands full he can't really stop you. He whines about it all the way to the concession stand. 

"You can buy the snacks," you say. His face lights up, and you amend, "If you're reasonable." 

"I'm always reasonable…ly over the top," he says, chided by your hard stare. 

"Yes, you are." 

He follows you down the two steps to the concession and cuts in front of you. "How did you do that? What face was that? I felt my soul leave my body." 

"That's my disapproving mom look. I'm disapproving." 

"Ah." He pats Junie's side sympathetically. 

She pulls her head from over his shoulder and smiles at you. Her arms vy for your hold. You steal her from Eddie and kiss her all over her tiny face, uplifted by how much she loves you, how happy she is to be in your arms. 

"What snacks do you want? Do you eat popcorn with butter? Without?" Eddie asks, his newly emptied arms already posed thoughtfully, a hand under his chin as he thinks over his options. 

The theatre has a huge array of jellies, an even bigger array of candy bars. There are more brands of soda than there are glasses in your kitchen cabinet. 

You're daunted. 

"Whatever you want," you say.

Eddie groans and tips his head back. "Don't play with me like this. Butter or no butter? It's an easy question." 

"I don't know. Without?" 

"You are so weird," he says happily. 

You pout and pull Junie closer. 

Standing at the side while he gathers concessions, too many things, you watch in awe as Eddie stacks it all against his chest with the sure confidence of someone who's done it before.

He grins at you from between two huge cups. "Are we ready?"

If you could, you'd leave him here in the foyer with his jumbo deluxe popcorn. As it stands, you like him too much to leave him behind. You juggle Junie and your bag to push open the doors for him outside of screen two. 

"Thanks, babe," he says outside of screen two. You bite your lip, surprised by his easy tone. 

You climb up the stairs and into your seats. You're high enough for Junie to sit in her own chair between you and Eddie and see the screen comfortably but she adamantly refuses, stretching out in your lap like an alley cat hungry for affection. 

Eddie moves into the ragtag velvet seat beside you, a million things in his lap and at your feet. He's pretty enough under the theatre lights to dull the panging ache at the back of your head. "If she won't sit here, I will. I got you a lemonade, is that cool?" 

If it weren't you'd hardly tell him. 

"She's being extremely well-behaved," Eddie notes, an inkling of pride in his tone. 

You could sucker punch him. Why does he do this to you? 

"I know," you say with a shy smile, "it's suspicious, isn't it?" 

"I don't know. If I were in your lap I might be well-behaved too." He raises his eyebrows, an over-exaggerated show of flirtatiousness. 

You reach over the arm to take a handful of popcorn. Eyes on Junie, you offer her your stolen goods and say, "I've got two thighs." 

"Don't tempt me." 

Junie all but snatches the popcorn and tilts her head back. A kernel falls from her hand and disappears between the seats. You make a mental note to pick it up afterward, ears full of her chomping. 

You'd worried she might be a little loud for the movies but there's a bunch of kids and none seem keen on keeping quiet, a cacophony of childish complaints to hide your conversation. 

"Are babies supposed to eat popcorn?" 

You freeze up. "Oh- I don't know," you say, turning Junie toward you so you can watch her swallow. 

"I thought I read that somewhere, but-" 

"No, I think you're right. Um…" Junie looks at you with obvious confusion. "Was that yummy?" you ask. You hide your concern with a strained bubbly attentiveness. 

"I guess she's old enough." 

Eddie's being very casual – it is casual. He's just thinking out loud. You know he's not criticising you. He never has, though sometimes you think he should. 

It must show on your face anyhow that you're having a 'I'm a bad mom' crisis. A mean stroke of insecurity.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says suddenly, brows pinched, "it's alright. It was just a thought. And she had no problem eating it, I'm sure she's gonna be aces. Better than aces." 

Junie climbs out of your lap and into his. He sets the popcorn on the floor to take her, and when her hands reach for his drink he holds the straw to her mouth. All the while his eyes move between her and you. 

"Okay," you say, because you're being silly. 

Junie is fine. Eddie was only saying something that's very well true. Babies aren't supposed to have popcorn, but June's not a baby, really. She knows how to chew properly. It's unlikely she'll choke. 

Eddie has to keep his focus on her to avoid getting soaked – she barely knows how to use a straw and keeps trying to turn the cup upside down. 

"Not like that, trouble. Right way up. You got it." 

You pick at the loose stitching at the end of your shirt and have to change the subject before the embarrassment of it all swallows you. Such a small thing. 

"Can I try one of these?" you ask, grabbing the first bag of candy you can find. They're a bag of Super Sour Suckers. 

He looks at you over Junie's head, startled and hiding it poorly. Then, a smile so bright it increases the embarrassment you're feeling tenfold.

"You have to! Robin said they're even worse than the normal ones, I don't wanna go through that alone," he says urgently. 

Robin is one of his friends. You're not jealous that he has friends (though you are, because you want your own, but not jealous that he has friends that aren't you). He's mentioned her in passing before. When you'd asked as bravely as you dared if they were anything more than friends he'd laughed maniacally.

"We're definitely just friends," he'd said.

You fight to stay smiling and pull open the bag of candies. Ironically, the jellies inside are shaped like pacifiers. Covered in sugar packed densely and looking almost wet with what you suspect to be citric acid, you shake the packet wearily and search for a candy that won't ruin your tongue.

Eddie holds out his hand. You drop a green one into his palm. Your fingertips ride up the curve of his thumb. 

He's unflinching as he eats it. After a few seconds his eyes screw up and he clutches June tight to his chest, raising an unhelpful hand to his jaw. 

"Holy sugar," he says, wincing. 

You bite into a pink pacifier unfortunately layered in sugar and wait nervously for the sourness to kick in. Sure enough, it comes quick and torturous. It's a knife cutting through fog. 

It's hard to feel tired when there's something this sour in your mouth.

"You can't spit it out!" Eddie says.

You stop with your hand halfway to your mouth. "What?" you ask incredulously, trying not to dribble. 

"You gotta eat it! Chew and swallow!" 

You chew miserably. He laughs at your expression – a warm and hyper sound, practically giggling. Junie joins in as she always does. His joy can't be overstated. 

The lights go down while you're still fighting for your life. Your eyes water and you have to smother the taste with a quick drink and a gasping breath. 

"You're sick. I can't believe you let me eat that," you whisper. 

"You saw me eat mine! You knew what you were getting into… Think June wants one?" 

Your outrage has him laughing again. It's a magnetic sound. Every time he does it you want to touch him, his arm one pole and your hand another. 

Junie gets comfortable on his right leg, head tipped expectantly against his chest and eyes drawn to the screen as the trailers begin. You don't bother with jealousy; in ten minutes she'll be climbing over the arm to sit with you again, or want to sit in her own seat. She may even try to walk around. Toddlers are indecisive and easily distracted. 

Even if she weren't. Even if she sat there in his lap for the next hour and a half and didn't look your way, you're not sure you could harbour any envy against him. His hand spreads over the front of her torso with fingers splayed against her ribs, stroking thoughtlessly through the fabric of her thick clothes.  

He tips his head toward your chair. "There's nachos." 

"I saw." 

"Wanna eat some before they get cold?" 

"Subtle." 

He snorts. "Yep. That's what they call me. Eddie Subtle Munson." 

You reach over the dark floor for the tray of nachos and balance them carefully on the armrest between your two seats. Eddie digs in without fuss, you fret over which ones have jalapeños on them, and Junie gets mad that nobody's sharing with her. She puts her hands straight in a mound of orange cheese. Her face is a picture when she brings it to her mouth. She's discovered molten gold. 

"Junie," Eddie says lightly, carding hair away from her ear so she can hear him properly. "Don't get cheese on your pretty clothes. It took your mom a week to get the rocky road out of your strawberry jammies, you know?" 

He doesn't care that she's mauled the food. He's worried she might stain her dungarees. Your heart goes crazy, another sudden surge of clarity.  

Junie climbs back into your own lap as the movie begins. You whisper to her about proper theatre etiquette in your mommy voice and she doesn't do too bad a job at listening. She finds the appearance of the Great Mouse Detective himself quite funny, and laughs at his grave features and expressions every now and then. It's a golden sound. 

Try as you might, you can't keep your eyes open. Junie's having such a good time and Eddie whispers funny commentary beside you, but eventually your eyelids creep shut and Eddie squeezes your arm, skin braceleted by his thick, warm fingers. 

-

"C'mere," Eddie prompts, hands vying for your daughter where she's perched in your lap. 

"Why?" Junie asks. 

He's surprised at her inquisition. "You don't want a hug?" 

She nods voraciously. Eddie lifts her off of your lap before she can use you as a climbing frame and into his own.

"I think mommy's sleeping," he tells her. 

Junie looks at you curiously. You've got a wet wipe in your limp hand, which he takes and discards, and your head's fallen to one side. You'll have an awesome crick in your neck when you wake up.

Junie gives him a hug. He loves her hugs. They're so small and sweet, she's genuinely an extremely loving little girl. Her smile when she hugs people is beautiful as yours is, though her affection is less hesitant. 

Everything's going well until she catches a look at the huge, scary bad guy Professor Ratigan somewhere in the middle. 

Eddie's crunching through a greedy mouthful of popcorn and almost chokes as she turns around and hides in his chest. He brings a hand up to her back protectively though he doesn't know what happened, eyes moving between her and the screen at lightning speed. 

"Aw, June," he murmurs sympathetically. He really is a scary looking guy. 

"Eddie," she says, dangerously close to tears. 

"Sweetheart, it's okay! He's only on TV." 

She says something that might be, "Don't want." It's not quite there but Eddie thinks she's doing a great job lately with her talking, patting her back in a silent well done as he attempts to reassure her. "Basil's gonna outsmart him, Junie. The Great Mouse Detective is gonna save the day, scout's honour." 

"No," she whines softly. 

He covers her unhappy face with his hand. 

"It's okay," he murmurs, melted and bemused. "It's okay, junebug. I swear." 

Despite his best efforts, she starts to cry. Eddie freezes up because she doesn't cry often, not with him. When she does you're always there to find a solution. He supposes the novelty of being a new person has long worn off, and that he's going to have to make more of an effort than just tickling her or petting her hair to make it better. 

Her volume increases. He shushes her, clumsy and awkward but earnest, trying the best that he can to make it up. He offers candies and drinks, he rummages through your baby bag for Mr. Bear. She takes it all but none of it lasts.

Someone in the chair behind him coughs pointedly. 

Eddie turns to wake you up. He gets one good look at your face and can't follow through. 

You're sleeping deeply, at the movie theatre of all places. How tired are you, and why hadn't you said? He'd known to some extent — it's why he'd offered to drive — but with the movie blaring and all the kids and noise and now Junie's crying, he realises you must be exhausted to sleep through it. Why hadn't he noticed? He kicks himself.

He lifts her up with his head angled down, giving your shoulder a swift squeeze and then bumping down the steps with Junie until he's out into the lights of the hallway. The door swings closed. 

It's oddly quiet and extremely bright. Junie stops crying to blink, and starts to cry again once she's adjusted. 

Eddie does not know what to do. It's a kick to his ego that he quickly accepts, though he does murmur a rueful, "Babe, I thought you liked me." 

Lost on deaf ears, his comment hangs in the air. 

He pats her back some more, wracking his brain for how you take care of her when she gets like this. Mostly, you're patient. You hum and you wait. Eddie tries to emulate you and your kind heart, walking her up and down the hall as he taps the bottom of her spine. 

"It's okay," he repeats. The more he says it the easier it feels. It is okay. He has to find a way to help June understand that, is all.

She grizzles. It's a long process. A couple of times he wonders if he's in over his head, if it's even his place, if he should wake you up and admit defeat. 

But Eddie Munson is trying to prove something. 

He works Mr. Bear out of Junie's iron grip and pinches his back taut so that his face and arms wiggle when he wants them to. 

"Baby June," he begins, in as gruff a voice as he can manage. He tries to channel his uncle's sternness, and his fondness. "Won't you quit crying? You're getting tears on the neck of your t-shirt and all over your cheeks." 

Junie quietens. She still cries, but the severity of the situation noticeably shifts. 

Eddie keeps on. "I got just the thing," he says, pushing Mr. Bear forward and making smacking sounds as he kisses both of her cheeks. "Gotta kiss these tears right off a'you." 

She laughs as Mr. Bear kisses her face dry and laughs some more when Eddie kisses the top of her head.

Eddie loves Junie. 

He knows it for a fact. 

She's very easy to love. She's beautiful as you are, she's loving, she's sweet. Her laugh is adorable and her smile is more. When she cries, Eddie finds he's never annoyed. Grated by the repetitive sound, maybe, but he can't find it in himself to be mad with her ever. He wants to help her work through it. To get you both through it. Eddie wants to be good at this.

He has Mr. Bear kiss Junie all over her face. 

"See?" Mr. Bear asks. "Isn't that better? No more tears, little girl, or we'll never see the end of the movie!" 

As Eddie says it, he wonders if taking her back into the theatre is a good idea. 

"Hey, junebug?" he says, all drama set aside. 

Junie lifts her flushed face. 

He smiles gratefully. "Do you wanna go back inside? Go check on mommy?" Leaving you by yourself doesn't exactly sit right with him.

Ah, there's the face he was expecting. Puzzlement, surprise. Junie frowns at him and looks over his shoulder, her own, searching the empty hallway for you and finding only reflective floor lights and patterned carpet. 

Eddie starts back into the screen room before she can cry over your being missing, chatting quietly but in a way that commands her attention. He's effective in the art of distraction if nothing else.  

The mouse detective and his friends have defeated Professor Ratigan, though Eddie shields Junie's head from the screen in case he's thinking about making a comeback, finding his way back to you in the dark. He picks over other people's snacks and then the abundance of your own, finding you still sound asleep. The sight doesn't spell good tidings. 

"Here she is," Eddie tells Junie, "here's mom. You wanna give her a kiss?" 

He sits down in his seat and squishes a bag of gummy worms under his boot. Junie immediately bends over the armrest and grabs at your front. You'd worried to him once that she had separation anxiety, and Eddie didn't know anything about it to agree or not. This display makes him think she might. She's clinging to you, desperately wanting your attention. 

Eddie winces as she grabs your face. She's obviously not trying to be cruel, hand stroking over your cheek as you'd stroke hers. 

"Mom," she whispers, the action itself enough to get Eddie laughing. Her version of whispering is almost like a character in a pantomime. 

He doesn't laugh for very long. You're not easy to wake up. Junie squishes your cheek and tries again. "Mommy," she says.

You groan in your sleep and your eyes scrunch together. "What?" you murmur finally, voice scratchy. 

"You're missing the movie," Eddie says, patting your thigh. 

Your arms come to life before you do. You wrap them around Junie's short torso and encourage her up your chest until you can nose at the top of her head. You rub slow lines, a steady back and forth. Eddie would bet money you don't have a clue in the world where you are. 

"S'loud," you complain. Your voice is weak with sleep. 

Junie looks at Eddie weirdly. He suspects it's her way of asking him to help out without asking. 

He tenses his hand where it rests at your thigh. "Do you wanna go home?" 

You don't answer. You go limp under his touch and Junie's weight, nose and lips set in a frown but otherwise near languid. 

Eddie's small (and alarmingly ever-present) worry for you multiplies by a hundred. 

He grabs up a bag of chips and entices your daughter back onto his thigh. She digs through half the bag as the movie draws to a finish, distracted if not happy, her face and fingers swiftly flaked in corn dust. The lights are thrown up and the noise is immense, a hundred pairs of shoes over tipped popcorn, babies and young kids unsettled, their parents eager to head home and watch their own movies no doubt. 

Eddie can't say he'd really watched the film besides precursory glances, his focus on you and your fidgety offspring. He'd been excited to tell you about his Junie success, but now he just wants to get you home.

He says your name as clearly as he can, his hand finding its way to your thigh for the third time. He rubs down toward your knee and gives your leg a shake. 

Junie climbs off of his own. Now the lights are on she can see the grand assortment of snacks laid out before her, and she seems eager to try them all. 

You eventually, thankfully rouse, you drag a palm over your eyes and cross your legs, squishing his hand in the process. He steals it back.

"Babe, you gotta get up. The attendants are looking at us funny. I think they think I've run you ragged, and while the dad tag doesn't bother me, 'cruel husband' doesn't suit me." 

"What?" you ask. 

He shrugs. "Junie pissed her pants." 

Your eyes open, lashes parting clumsily. You move like the air around you has turned to glue and moan in a quiet display of agony as your neck clicks. "She leaked through?"

"Nah, I'm messing with you. Movie's done. Getting some weird stares." 

You're quiet, but you shrug on your jacket and Eddie packs what he can of the leftover candy into your bag. He swings it over his shoulder. 

"You wanna come up?" he asks Junie. 

She raises both arms. 

You stand on shaky legs. Eddie stations Junie on one hip with one arm wrapped around her and holds out the other. You let him fold you up into his side.

"You okay?" he asks. 

Your face drops into his shoulder. "I'm so tired." 

"You're alright to walk out to the car?" 

His worry is like a rubber band. You snap to attention, disengage from his hold. It's a foreign and really uncomfortable feeling to see you out of sorts. 

Eddie walks behind you with a hand nearly but not touching your back. If you topple, he's not sure how he's gonna save you. Determined anyways, he guards you down the hollow stairs and through the hallway, one step behind you. 

It's a cool, crisp night outside. 

The smell of rain sticks around. You lift your chin. It's much colder now that night's fallen. The breeze kisses your damp skin. When did you start sweating? 

He presses his hand to your shoulders and guides you across the road. 

Junie starts her lovely babbling in his ear. "Mouse 'tective," she says at one point. You don't react, affirming his theory: you're more than tired. You're sick. 

"Mouse detective," he agrees, arm around your shoulder to assuage his own worries as he gives Junie the best of his attention. "You liked that one, huh?" Besides the evil Professor. "Better than the Muppets in New York? Junebug, you little traitor. How easily your favour changes." 

"Are you surprised? She took to you like," — you yawn wide enough that Eddie feels it under his arm, a full body thing — "a duck to water." 

He beams, relieved to hear your voice. "Yeah, well, I'm special." 

"That's true."

Eddie walks you around to the passenger side and opens your door. 

"Flirting! Awesome. You're not too sick to forget how much of a catch I am. Watch your head." 

"I gotta do Junie's straps," you say. 

"I think I can do it by now."

He's only sort of bluffing. It takes him much longer than it would've taken you. He celebrates his win by pinching her cheek lightly and then whacking his head hard on the roof of your car. 

"Fuck," he mutters as he jogs around the hood, scrubbing at the back of his head. 

You're staring at him as he opens the door. 

He puts the baby bag in your lap and shoves the key in the ignition, trying not to buckle under the weight of your gaze. He cracks quicker than he should, hand paused in its action.

"What?" 

"You tryna give yourself a concussion?" 

"Kiss it better?" 

You kiss the tip of your finger and touch it to his head. It's an instant healing potion. 

Getting you both home is easy enough, it's the trying to leave that's hard. You collapse heavily into the couch, Junie drapes herself over your lap and begs for her clothes to be taken off. Your second wind has worn away to nothing, leaving you plainly exhausted. 

Eddie can't go home, not until he knows you're alright. 

He slinks into your bedroom and tries not to look around too much. It feels like an invasion of privacy despite having made it in here a couple of times, always with his hip to the door as you search for something. He fails spectacularly and straight away, always hungry to know more about you. These days especially. 

Your bed looks like you shook out the duvet but never tucked the corners. Your pillow's on the floor, your thin throw blanket is screwed up in a ball. There's a bunch of Junie's stuffies against the headboard. He grins at their straight backs.

He makes for your wardrobe, a cheap bit of cherry wood with one sagging door. As much as he wants to outfit Junie in her goodwill band t-shirt, he pulls a soft pair of cotton pyjamas out from a neatly folded stack, thumbing the blue fabric fondly. There's a noticeable disparity between her clothes and yours. One work skirt and one work shirt hang from two lonely hangers, accompanied only by your infamous 'best jeans'. He frowns at a small stain at the knee and scratches it fruitlessly. Not her best jeans, he thinks in horror, picturing your unhappy face. He can see it so clearly, the pinching of your brows.

Junie squeals happily from the living room. Eddie remembers himself and follows the sound, finding you both on the ground. You're kneeling, blowing raspberries into Junie's naked stomach where she lays on her changing mat, a discarded diaper and her dirty clothes to the side. 

There's a big break between raspberries where your eyes drift shut sluggishly. Junie whines for another.

Eddie sits next to you. Stupidly close, his crossed leg kisses your thigh. He could wrap you up in a hug easily right here, and he wants to. Your tired face has his stomach aching with guilt. 

"Sweetheart," he says to you firmly, "get back on the couch. You look like you're gonna fall asleep right here." 

You don't argue, leaving Eddie the impossible duty of dressing your baby. Junie hates the shirt more than he can describe, loathes the fabric as it covers her face. He has to pick her up to get her into her pants, another fury. She forgives him easily once he's done, lingering by his side with Mr. Bear in hand. She pinches his back and imitates Eddie's low growl, laughing at herself as she does. She finds it very funny. Eddie can't help giggling with her. 

"Eddie?" you ask. 

He turns. You look miserable. 

"What?" he asks softly, startled by your intense expression. 

"Thank you." 

"Oh, baby," he says, loud and brash as he twists where he is to grab both of your knees. He practically throws himself at you, at your feet, ducking his cheek to your leg. "You really are sick as a dog." 

You look visibly embarrassed.

"Listen," he says, insistent, "If we start saying thank you to each other, we won't stop. We'll be a loop of thank yous." 

"I think I have more to say than you do," you murmur. 

He shakes his head, exasperated at your inability to see him for what he is even now. It's funny. Eddie thinks you've a better view of him than anybody else, that you see him more generously than anyone has ever seen him, and you still haven't noticed he's a boy in love. 

You must feel his grin as he kisses your knee, his thumb stroking over the ridge of the cap. 

"If I started to say thanks for all the things you've given me I wouldn't stop. I'd talk myself hoarse," Eddie argues. 

You laugh at his dungeon master dramatics, but reaffirm, "I haven't given you anything." 

"You don't know what you've given me," he says into your leg. 

Eddie lifts his head, weary of his chin digging into your leg. 

Now isn't the best time to declare devotion, or drop kisses into you when you can't offer any in return. Not that he's expecting you to. Not that he wouldn't receive them gratefully. 

"I should go home." 

You reach for him. Your hand moves slowly like you've a weight around your wrist, but your fingertips curve over his cheek; you move from the corner of his lip, under his eye, and then finish your circle at the skin beneath his ear. 

"Can you hug me?" you ask. 

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't waste any time.

He gets up, slides a knee between your knees and rests his full weight on the couch between them as his arms curve around you and his hands feel for the dip of your lower back. He clutches without any hesitation. 

"Can I? Did you mean it like that? My arms work fine." 

You curl your arms around him and groan. "You're gonna crush me." 

"Really?" He pulls you closer. "How 'bout now?" 

"Ow," you whine. 

He laughs and pushes his face toward your ear. "Liar," he whispers. "No way that hurts." 

"Why's everybody always on top of me?" 

"That's your issue?" He pulls back. "You want to sit in my lap?" 

"No!" 

"Aw, my poor girl. You totally wanna sit in my lap. Alright, get in it." 

He sits down beside you and waits, one arm still behind your back. He gives you an encouraging tug. 

"I'm not sitting in your lap." 

"I didn't think you would, just- Just c'mere," he prompts, pulling your face into his chest. 

Your arms slide around his waist. He can feel the scratchy skin on your left index finger, a scar of a recent kitchen accident, against his hip where his shirt has ridden. 

"You're really handsy. Has anyone told you that before?" Eddie asks, trying to cover the entirety of your back with his arms alone. 

You push your face as far as it'll go into his chest. Eddie keeps you there, and soon a little body has found its way onto the couch next to you both, demanding to be included. Eddie quickly drags her in. 

Long minutes of quiet hugs. 

"Wish we could stay like this forever," you murmur.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. If you were worried." 

He massages over the slope of your shoulder, a tight looking muscle. You sigh inaudibly, a hot patch over his heart. 

"I wasn't," you say. 

Eddie thinks you might finally be on the same page. 

-

You get really, really sick. 

"On my days off!" you croak, the injustice too much to handle. 

Eddie laughs from the end of your bed, a bandana tied around his face like a doctor from one of his awful horror movies, though the bandana is far from a clinical white. "That's exactly why you're still sick. Your body sensed the weekend." 

Hadn't it? You'd been achy and awful on Friday and Benny had sent you home at lunch, citing a need to keep his patrons from infection. Which sucked, because you'd really wanted to stick around for the very beginning of the Friday night rush and get some payday tips. People are generous when they're high on the buzz of a forthcoming weekend, especially to over obsequious waitresses.

It had sucked worse when Junie came out of daycare in the best mood ever and demanded kisses. You'd had a headache the size of a tennis ball behind your eyes and didn't want to pass anything over, and the crushed look on her face had made you cry in the car on the way home. 

Eddie dropped in particularly early that night with soup. "I had a feeling," he'd said. 

And now here he is again the day after. 

"At least one of us is enjoying this," you say. 

"You think I'm enjoying this?" Eddie asks. 

You give his precautionary outfit a once over. "Yes." 

"This is just something I had lying around." 

"Shut up! Shut up, no it wasn't!" You're voice cracks, giggly and giddy even with the spikes of pain to your tender head. 

"It was. We did a campaign, I was a plague doctor-" 

"That is in terrible taste." 

"It was perfectly appropriate, thank you very much. You're determined to vilify me. Need to slow down with the cold medicine, I think." 

You shriek as he tries to take the bottle. "No! No, please, my throat hurts." 

He takes the bottle. It is a hurtful defeat. You curl your fingers around nothing and sulk, slouching down into a sanctuary of pillows and blankets to hide from him. Extra pillows provided by Eddie. With fresh covers, duh. They smell like him anyway. You turn your nose into it indulgently. 

"You've had too much to safely be responsible for any further consumption." 

"Further consumption," you echo, eyes closing in defeat as he leaves. 

"You okay, June?" you hear him ask, voice occluded partially by the sound of the TV. 

"Okay, Eddie?" she asks. 

You grin to yourself. 

"I'm great. This looks very fun. I'm gonna make mom a cold pack for her head and then you can help me make dinner, okay? Does that sound fun? Tell me, June." 

The 'Tell me, June,' isn't a command so much as a gentle reminder that she can answer the question if she wants to. 

"Fun," she says.  

"Hey, great. Oh, thank you. Thank you." 

They better not be cuddling without me, you think bitterly, grin swiftly replaced by a self-pitying frown. 

You cough into your hand, roil in your own misery for a second and then grab the big glass of water Eddie had insisted on from the night stand. You tip it down yourself in your hurry. 

"Missed your mouth," Eddie says, appearing at exactly the wrong moment. 

"Don't baby me." 

He pads into the room with a cold pack wrapped in a hand towel. "For your head." 

"This is silly. I don't need to be in bed."

"Obviously you do. You're sick, did you notice? Stupid question," he adds regretfully, gesturing for you to lie back. He sets the pack to your forehead. "You wouldn't notice a hole in your stomach. You'd be dripping entrails in the freezer aisle wondering if Junie wants corn on the cob or mashed potato with dinner tonight." 

"What does she want for dinner tonight?" 

"Boo! Exactly my point." 

"I'm gonna go ask her-" 

Eddie puts an unapologetic hand in the middle of your chest and pushes down. "You will do no such thing." He lowers his face to yours. "I'm willing to get physical. So behave." 

You flush with heat because you're sick and not because he says it a certain way, dropping back down into your fluffed pillows without another word. 

Eddie's hand climbs up to your collar, your neck. His fingers slide one after another behind it. It's a blessed cold. You can't find a comfortable temperature today, moving between chills and hot flashes at the drop of a hat.

Or a bandana. Eddie unties the dark fabric from his neck and leaves it where it lands, staring at you without saying anything. 

His thumb presses into your sore throat carefully, the barest hint of pressure, and his lips part. He doesn't say anything for a while. It looks like he wants to. 

"Do me a favour?" he asks finally.

"Of course." Anything to feel useful right now. 

"Take it easy." He again lowers his head, talking to you with a private smile. "The sooner you chill out, the sooner you'll beat this thing." 

"Don't say that. Like I have something serious." 

"The sooner you'll beat this moderate-" 

"Mild-" 

"-affliction." He strokes quarter-circles into your neck.

"I don't need to lie down. There's things I have to do." 

"On a Saturday?" 

"Yes. There's things I need to do everyday." You clear your throat. It's useless, the lump remains and your voice stays scratchy. "I have- I always have laundry. So that first. Gotta wash it and put it out and bring it in and press it. I gotta make sure Junie has lunch for daycare this week 'n if she doesn't I have to go get it, I gotta," — you cover his hand with your own thoughtlessly — "make sure her rash is getting better. And I promised we'd do a tea party tomorrow, I have to make sandwiches!" 

"We both know she doesn't remember the tea party." 

"I promised." 

"And if I… If I tried to get all those things done, would you stay in bed?" 

"You can't." 

"But if I tried it? I can do laundry. I'm good at it. Get oil stains out of Wayne's coveralls every Sunday." 

You slump into a lump of sadness and achy arms. "Don't do my laundry. Don't do any of that stuff. I'll punch you if you do." 

Eddie bursts into laughter. "You'll punch me? You horrible woman." 

"I will," you promise, fingers curling around his arm to hold him in place. 

"Why don't I believe you?" 

"I don't know. 'Cos you're a know-it-all who dislikes me." 

"I far from dislike you." He grins at you, all dimpled and pretty. "I don't believe you'd hit me because I know you, idiot." 

"Name-calling." 

"Uh-huh. Are you sleeping or am I helping you out onto the couch?" 

While you're happy for the compromise, you have one problem. "I don't think I can move." 

Eddie lets his face fall amicably to your collar. "No, I bet you can't. More reason for me to get you on the couch. I think you've genuinely had too much cough syrup," he worries, warm breath fanning over your skin. 

You bring your spare hand to his head. He has so many curls. 

He lifts his head and you're close enough to kiss. There's no other reason anyone has ever been this close. 

"I can see your beauty mark," you say, hushed. You don't wanna breathe on him too much. 

"Freckle." 

"Your freckle." You lift and drop his curls, fingers toying through the softness towards his roots, the frizz at the ends. 

"You- You smell like fucking cherry syrup."

You abandon his hair to clap a hand over your mouth. "I'm sorry." 

He covers his own mouth. "It's okay," he says, similarly muffled. "I like the sweet stuff." 

What the fuck does that mean? Your stomach doesn't flip — it leaps right up into your throat. "You're an idiot," you breathe, caught off guard. 

"What was that?" he asks, taking away his hand. "Didn't catch it." 

"I said, 'You're an-" 

"Amazing friend and confidante?" 

You try to talk and he says, "A real stand-up guy?" 

You try again and he says, "A total rockstar? Baby, if you really think all this you should've said." 

You flop completely onto your back, away from his hands, his jokes and his lovely brown eyes where they bore into your own. Eddie hums and rubs brashly over the top of your arm until the skin glows with heat. 

"Please stay in bed," Eddie says as he stands. 

Medicine or his touch, you're feeling pretty tired. You pull up your blankets and sink like a stone, head disappearing into a mess of pillows and throws. 

-

It's much later when you wake. You move into the land of the living abrupt as whiplash. 

Eddie seems very sorry. "Sweetheart, June's past due for a new diaper, and I-" 

"Oh, right," you say, sounding much more alert than you feel. You're a girl made of sandpaper. 

"I would've, I mean. If it wouldn't make you uncomfortable, I would've tried. But I've never changed a diaper in my life." 

You scratch your flaky eyes, disorientated and head like a boiling saucepan with the lid glued on. 

"That's okay," you say. Your voice refuses to cooperate with you, gruff and too quiet. "It wouldn't bother me, but it's also not your job, so… Um." You yawn wide and cover your entire face. 

You spend a minute rubbing your eyes. 

"Fuck, what time's it?" you ask, squinting at him and bringing your hands to either side of your face.

"Like, seven. Ish." 

"Eddie…" 

"I know. I thought you could use the rest. I knew you could. And it's not urgent, you know? Come around, first. Everything's stellar." 

You peel back the sheets. You're a clammy, too-hot mess with weak legs. 

Eddie sees you wobble and rushes to wrap an arm around your waist. Completely unnecessarily, heart-achingly kind. You wince at the dampness of your shirt under his touch.

Junie sits on the couch in her jammies with a yellow-green soup stain down the front. She's propped up like a princess, a pillow behind her head between the armrest and her blanket covering her legs, cheek pressed to the cushions. Eyes trained on the TV and her bottle propped in a slackening grip, your baby is peaceful, near luxurious. 

Only a little wiggle might suggest she's uncomfortable.

You part from Eddie's side and sit down beside her, the seat warm. She doesn't even look up. 

"What, no hi for mom?" you ask tenderly, hand falling to the top of her head. She's lovely. 

She gasps, little lungs fit to burst. It's pure excitement, her bottle dislodged and the blanket pushed away immediately. She doesn't bother getting to her feet, throwing herself into your lap and assuming you'll do the rest. Of course you will. You pull her up and kiss the top of her head, though you quickly hold her at arm's length. 

"Sorry, mommy's still sick," you tell her, sympathetic at her crushed expression. 

"Mis'd," she says. 

"Yeah? You missed me?" you ask hopefully. 

Her lips part in comprehension. "Missed you," she confirms. 

You throw your gaze over your shoulder to Eddie. He stands by Junie's changing station with a smug smile. "What?" 

"You're not very convincing." 

"I'm not trying to convince you, thanks," he says, holding up two hands in surrender. 

"She didn't learn that herself," you argue. 

"She might've. You tell her enough." 

You go back to your girl, pleased at her own smug smile. "I missed you, too, I missed you so much. Missed you millions. Sorry I've been sleeping all day, you've been such a good girl. She has, hasn't she?"

Eddie sorts through a nearly empty bag of diapers and brandishes one with fish printed on the back. "Oh, yeah. Junebug's been amazing. She came in with me to see you earlier, took your temperature." You frown. "From a distance. Kind of. I held her above you. It was… acrobatic." 

You close your eyes at his absurdity, your laugh prompting another spike of pain. 

Junie forces herself closer and gets both arms around your neck. 

You sag into the contact, defeated. "Aw, June," you mumble ruefully. "M'trying to make sure you don't get sick too. Wasting my time." 

"Mommy," she says into your neck. 

"That's me." 

You know she has something she wants to say. You can't wait for the days where she can. Exciting, to think that one day she'll be able to share all of her thoughts. 

Right now, she's probably thinking, Woah, mom, you smell weird. And you look weirder.

You feel her back with your hand and cringe. Definitely time to get her changed.

Afterward, you sit with your back to the open front door on one of the porch steps. Physical exertion of any kind seems to be inadvisable; you're sweating up a storm. Junie sits beside you at her own insistence, her hand clasped in your hand and her head on your arm. You look down at her thighs next to your own and marvel at their small size. The evening breeze is a blessing. 

Eddie stands in front of you with his backpack slung over his shoulder and a checklist. 

"Tea party sandwiches are badly made and saran wrapped in the fridge. Junie doesn't have lunch for Monday but I can go tomorrow if you want me to. Her clothes are folded in the hamper. Uh, some stuff got left out, you might need to press them. Not tonight though, please." 

"Thank you." 

He talks around a smile. "Soup's on the stove. I'll come back later, if-" 

"You don't have to." 

"I want to. I wouldn't actually leave, but-" 

"Eddie-" You cough into your shoulder. He waits for you to finish. "You- You didn't have to take care of me." 

"What does that mean? Of course I did." 

He hikes his backpack higher up his shoulder and pads back up the steps, not all of them but enough for him to lean down and stare at Junie. 

"Thanks for the best day ever," he says seriously, looking out of the corner of his eye at you. "Almost. See you later?" 

Junie nods voraciously and reaches up with her empty hand. Eddie takes it and kisses her temple. He does the same to you, lips brushing soft as downy-feather over your skin. 

"I'll come back around ten? Is that cool?" 

"Don't knock too loudly," you mumble, very aware of his proximity. 

He backs up and bows like an idiot, hand moving in circles. 

You and Junie wave him off. 

"To work?" Junie asks.  

Your eyebrows jump as you pull your gaze from his retreating figure. "Huh?" 

"To work?" 

You play with her fingers. "No, he's not going to work. He's going to take care of someone else, now." 

Wayne, Eddie said, in a fondly exasperated tone that explained everything you needed to know. His uncle's self-preservation must come in similar disinterest to himself as yours does to you. 

"We'll see him tomorrow," you say. It's not even a lie, you will both see him tomorrow. 

But apparently he's coming back tonight. 

-

True to his word, Eddie Munson knocks your door carefully at nearing ten o'clock. 

Wayne's dismissal chases his heels. He'd spent an hour worrying about you at the dinner table with his uncle, fingers curling anxiously in his hair. 

Wayne had been talking about some gab the boys in the shop had heard about killer mice or killer lice or something when he'd suddenly cleared his throat and snapped Eddie to attention. 

"You're a good kid. Notice how I said good, and not smart," Wayne had said. 

"Gee, thanks. You always did know how to make a guy feel loved, Wayne." 

"You don't wanna be here." 

Eddie had frowned. "Obviously I do." 

"Kid, what I mean is, you gotta," — he'd nodded his head hard to one side and raised his eyebrows — "you know." 

"Haven't brushed up on my mysterious gestures lately. Translate that one for me?" 

Wayne had flicked up his newspaper and sighed. "Don't be dumb." 

"You keep saying that." 

"You keep being dumb, boy." 

"I don't know what you want me to do." 

"Think you better go look after your girl, don't you?" Wayne had asked finally, clearing his throat. 

So here he is to look after you. A tad early, worried you'll be sleeping on the couch with a misbehaving baby in your lap or passed out in the bathroom after an impromptu cleaning. 

Thankfully, you open the door in different clothes than he'd left you in, the neckline dark with run-off and face damp under your eyes and by your ears. You dab at your tacky skin with your index knuckle. 

"You look better," he says. He wishes he could take it back instantly, though you don't take any offence. 

"Hot shower," you explain. 

You step back to let him in. Eddie closes the door behind him without turning, eyes glued to your fresh face. He's depressed by the lingering fatigue he finds lining your darling features. 

"You okay?" you ask him, perturbed by his silence. 

Eddie's better than okay. 

He steps close. You look like you might step back, make room for him he doesn't want, so he reaches out for your face and holds it in one hand, the other landing in tandem on your arm.

Your cheek lists into his hand as he wipes away what's left of the dampness on your face. He's not sure you know you're doing it. 

"Did you take any more medicine?" he asks quietly, rubbing under your eye carefully with the tip of his thumb.

"No, I- I think you fixed me, Munson. Me and Junie had your soup, and after a shower I felt way better. It was really nice. She slept easy." 

He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. "You don't feel too hot." 

"Like I said. Fixed me. My hero." 

He looks over your shoulder at your life — at his life, or at least where a majority of it seems to take place. All his favourite parts these days happen right there on your couch, or at that table, or knee to knee with a baby that isn't his but- but-

"You said that to me the first time we met," Eddie recalls, shaking his head. It's like there's water in his ears. A few strands of hair drift into his eyes. 

You catch his elbows in both hands. "It feels like a really long time ago now." 

Months. Only months. "I feel like I've known you for years."

He strokes over your face, chin to cheek, the tip of his thumb pressed to the corner of your mouth. 

"That's how I feel, too," you whisper. Utter. Hushed, your words ring loud anyway. "You're my best friend." 

Eddie doesn't take it for a door closing because it isn't. It's a door kicked wide open. Split on its hinges. You and Eddie stand on equal ground, and, for once, the same page.

"You know I don't mind taking care of you?" he asks, hand passing over your ear to hide behind it. He wants to see all of your face. 

Predictably, you drop your eyes to his neck, pupils wobbling as you search for somewhere to plant yourself. "I know. I'm not sure I deserve it." 

"Why wouldn't you deserve it? Everyone deserves taking care of." 

"Even murderers?" 

"Maybe not murderers-" 

"The evil guys from your game? Necromancers?" 

"They're not all evil." His left palm skirts up the curve of your neck, encouraging your face back to his. "Don't change the subject." 

You press your lips together, caught.

"I actually…" — he gathers as much bravery as he has — "want to take care of you." 

"You do." 

He holds your face in both hands. "You know you- You know you started it, right? You know it's- that without your-" He cringes internally at his stammering, but he has to get this part right. "You have gold where your heart should be." 

"Y/N The Golden Hearted. Doesn't have the best ring to it," you muse, hands clinging to the crooks of his elbows like twin pooled teardrops waiting to fall. 

Eddie stares at you, floored.

"What about you?" 

"What about me?" he asks. 

"What's your name?" you demand, grinning. 

"Eddie the Subtle. Munson the Mad."  

You huff a laugh. "That's a cop-out."

"Maybe." 

"How about…" The air feels thick as jelly. Light from under the bedroom door stops short of your legs, your toes almost touching. His rubber soles, your socks. "Eddie the Indomitable?" 

He crinkles his nose. "I'd almost think you were trying to flirt with me, that's how bad that is." 

Your blinks are slow. Your eyes soften. 

"What if I was?" you ask. 

A stock-still silence pervades, filled only by the hum of the refrigerator and the droning of the bathroom light, left on. He could tell you the contents of this room by its sounds alone. 

His hand moves of its own accord, up and down the slope of your neck. "I'd say you needed a better pick up line."

"Like what?" you ask, chest rising too fast. 

Eddie takes a step and feels his jacket zipper cut into the cotton of your shirt. It's your matching band t-shirt. 

Eddie drags his gaze slowly to your widened eyes, your lashes as they move almost imperceptibly upward. Taking him in as he inches closer. 

"You're so fucking pretty," he says. 

He leans in. He closes the gap. Eddie Munson takes the leap. 

Your hand comes quickly to his upper arm and you turn your face just enough to force his lips, his kiss landing a centimetre shy of your nose. 

He struggles to keep his eyes closed. His heart thrums like a blown amp. 

"You can't kiss me," you say. Eddie struggles to discern your tone. 

His nose presses to yours. Not desperately, but almost. "I can't?" he asks, throat thick with emotion, a stickying, cloying taffy. 

"I'll make you sick." 

He turns your face with his palm, lips hovering above yours, a hair's width. Close enough to feel their heat. 

"Can I trust you'll nurse me back to health, in the event that that happens?" Would you take care of me? His hands tremble where they're touching you. He's too scared to open his eyes. 

You don't answer. 

You cover his hands and the seconds stretch endlessly, a thousand moments of terror and pining and want suddenly flattened into one as you kiss him.

He exhales against you. His relief is a palpable, viscous thing as he pulls you in and his nose digs into yours. Lips soft as he'd imagined, as he'd known they'd be, you kiss back tentatively. Sweetly.

You're kissing him like he's something that needs a careful touch. 

Eddie screws his eyes shut tight enough to see stars, firecrackers, a shattering bouquet of colours as you move beneath him. He can't believe he's kissing you. He can't believe there was a time where he wasn't.

He yields, leaning back just enough to see your face. You keep your eyes shut, your eyelashes kissing the delicate skin beneath. They move like blades of grass in the breeze as Eddie tries to catch his breath, regaining some of his composure. It's hard while he's here, this close. 

You make a small sound, a breath like a barb. The shaky demarcation of tears. 

"Okay?" he asks, more movement than sound. His lips skip over your own. 

You have to feel it. 

A laugh bubbles up through your parted lips like a hiccup. "I'm definitely gonna make you sick," you mumble regretfully. 

"Make me sick, sweetheart," he says, begs. Whatever. 

Whatever word you want to use. He doesn't care if he pays for it afterwards, he wants to be close to you now, unapologetically close. And kissing you — kissing you like this, your reciprocation, it's everything because it means you feel the same as he does. 

Or a fraction the same. He's reassured either way. If you felt a fraction of what he felt, that's enough. 

It's a lot. To be touching you, finally. He grabs at the nape of your neck and kisses, kisses, kisses. He goes slowly, not quite sweetly. He's never been as sweet as you have, never as soft or patient.

It doesn't feel like it matters. 

You pull his hands from your face, press his and your own, all four hands to the collar of your shirt. 

"It wasn't just a, uh, pick up line, was it?" you ask breathlessly. 

"Wh- No." Eddie massages the back of your hands. "No, you're the fucking prettiest girl ever. I think you're aces. Killer. Everything." 

"Everything," you say, an almost indecipherable glassiness to your eyes. 

"Everything," he says. He spreads his hand over your heart. 

You don't throw yourself at him, but you move alarmingly quickly. Arms over his shoulders, hands crossed and buried in his hair. Your laugh is magic, a bright and exuberant sound loud in his ear and then the skin underneath. He's barely got an arm around the small of your back when you start to kiss him, repetitive, chaste pecks over his pulse. It capers under your lips. 

"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am-" He begins deadpan and breaks abruptly, your second wave of laughter impossible to ignore. 

Your arms tighten at his laughing, palm cupping the back of his head. 

"You're my best friend, too," he says. "But you knew that." 

"Maybe," you murmur, your smile wide against his skin. You're uncharacteristically mischievous. 

He lets his back bend under your weight until your heels lift and you're scrabbling to stay on your own two feet and is rewarded by your shrieking laughter. 

Oh, god, he thinks, ecstatic. 

"Wait," you say, bargaining for freedom as he squeezes you hard enough to make you laugh again, and again, "wait, wait! Wait, let go. I have something to tell you." 

Eddie sets you down. He's reluctant to let you go, almost desperate to hug you now that he knows he can, but his curiosity gets the better of him. What could you have to tell him now that isn't confessional? It's like being promised something good. 

You stand sure and sweet in front of him.

"It's…" You look shyly at his lips. 

"What?" 

"I…" 

He shakes his head gently from side to side. "What? Tell me." 

"Nothing," you say, beaming. Act dropped, you take his face into both hands and kiss him soundly. 

Eddie's barely got his hands on you before you're pulling back. 

"Just wanted to do that," you say. 

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 7

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: mention of blood/blood splatter, gun use, gunshot, knife use, non-con touching (not Steve), SA, attempted rape, bruises, beating, angst, protective Steve

A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. Here we have a situation in which reader knows that Steve is in the mob but has never been in direct contact with any type of violence or anything until she is… We also find out who the woman that broke Steve's heart is (Are we surprised who it is?) We'll find out why later on so here we go....

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“One more piece of tape.” You said as you held your hand out. 

“Here you go.” 

You place the tape on the last corner and then smooth it out to make sure it stays in place. 

“Mom are you done?” Eli pops his head into the room you’re in. “They’re downstairs.”

“Yes, come on.” 

You and Eli were two balls of energy. Everything was in place and Regina was more than supportive in your excitement. For the last two days you had been working on getting a room ready for Peter. He was finally being released from the hospital and considering how things were going Steve thought it would be better if Peter stayed for a while. 

There’s voices coming from the hallway so you and Eli stand together and wait for the door to open. Steve smiles as he opens the door and steps inside. Peter is right behind him. 

“Welcome home.” You and Eli yell at the same time. Peter, still being medicated, is startled before he starts laughing. 

“Thanks guys. Did you help decorate?” He asks Eli who walked up to Peter and hugged him gently. 

“Yeah. Do you wanna watch a movie?” 

“That sounds like a great idea bud.” 

“Eli, let Peter get settled first. Why don’t you go help Dom make some snacks for the two of you?” 

“Ok ma. I’ll be right back.” Eli says before he’s running out the door. 

“It’s good to see you’re back.” You said as you gave Peter a hug of your own. 

“Glad to be back too.”

You smile as you help him get comfortable in bed. Regina helps by getting his bags from Sam and sorting out the items. 

“Who’s she?” Peter nods in her direction. 

“This is Regina, the newest member of our staff.” 

Peter gives her an awkward smile and his eyes dart to Steve. He thought he’d find the boss checking her out but his eyes were only on you. Peter knew from the first moment Steve liked you but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. Steve had warned him to keep a level head and to keep feelings out of the business. But seeing him now it would seem as if his boss was going against his own advice. 

“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Regina offers. “I’m going to get back to work.”  

“Thanks.” Steve says as he moves so that she can reach the door. 

You stay for a few more minutes catching up with Peter before you excuse yourself too. Bucky and Sam walk out with you.

“We’ll let you get settled but we do have to talk about what happened at some point.” Steve says. 

“Of course boss.” Peter nods. “I’m glad you brought them here. Y/N and Eli I mean. It was just the two of them and with Eli as sick as he is Y/N needs all the support she can get.” 

“And she has it now. Why didn’t you tell me about her and her son?” 

Peter looks down at his hands. 

“You’re not in trouble.” 

“She asked me not to. Simple as that. Eli is her priority and I respected that.” 

“You’re loyal, I like that about you kid.” Steve says. “You’re not keeping any other secrets from me are you?” 

“No sir. Eli is the only thing I’ve ever kept a secret.” 

“Good. Now get some rest.” 

Steve flexed his hand, assessing the damage on his knuckles from the interrogation he’d been a part of. He hissed when the cold alcohol swab touched the open skin on his other hand. 

“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur as you throw away the used alcohol pad. 

You turn away from Steve to grab some ointment and when you turn back he’s lighting a cigarette. 

“Hey.” Steve protests when you snatch the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “What the hell, I need a smoke. I'm stressed.” 

“No smoking in the house.” 

“It’s my house.” Steve argues back. 

“Elijah can’t inhale smoke so either quit or go outside to the other end of the yard where he doesn’t play.” 

“So now I can’t do whatever I want in my own house?”  Steve glares at you but you aren’t intimidated by it. 

You roll your eyes before taking his hand again and finish cleaning it up before moving around to the next one. 

“I didn’t ask you to move in. You brought me here and told me this place was safe for me and my kid. Now if you go and trigger an asthma attack it won't be good for him.” 

Steve huffs but agrees. He sits silently for a moment as he watches you.

“You know maybe I should get you a sexy nurse uniform.” 

“And who would I wear it for?”

“Your only patient.” Steve says, matter of fact. “Do you think I’d let anyone else see you dressed in something like that?” 

“I don’t know, I thought it was my choice who I let see me with or without clothes on.” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smirk playing on your lips when Steve’s jaw clenched. “What? Does it bother you that I could go out there and find someone and let him take me home?” 

Steve stands abruptly and spins you so that you’re chest to chest with him. His hands lay flat against the flat surface of the desk  behind you, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone else putting their hands on you. Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze. 

“Do you really think I would let that happen? Let some asshole touch you.” 

“It’s not up to you, Steve. I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? Are you still just trying to get me in your bed? Is this why you’ve been so helpful, you think that helping me with Eli will get me to sleep with you? I won’t risk it. My job is much more important than a one night stand with you. Besides I thought we were past this you sleeping with your maids thing.” 

Steve groans in frustration, his head falling to your shoulder. You smile and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“No. I’m helping you with Eli because I genuinely care.” He pulls back to look at you, his gaze much softer now. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before but I will be now. I want you. Not just for one night.” 

“Well two nights isn’t going to cut it either.” 

“You’re being a brat, you know that? I'm going to win you over.” 

You laugh and get closer to his face, his eyes immediately going to your lips. 

“Well I’m not going to make it easy for you.” You murmur and kiss the tip of his nose just as the door opens. 

Bucky walks in, his steps falter as he watches the two of you separate yourself from one another. 

“Hey Buck, right on time I was just finishing up here.” You say as if he didn’t walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. 

“Uh-ok cool.” 

You pick up the first aid kit and place it back in its spot within Steve’s office. As you head for the door you stop and turn to look at both men.

“How much longer is that mess going to be downstairs?” You asked about the nameless idiot that shot Peter.

“It will be cleaned up soon.” 

“Ok, just let me know if you need me to take Eli out for the day. I don’t want him to see any of that.” 

“Of course.” Steve smiled and you walked out.

“What was that about?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve waves his hand dismissively. 

“Ok? Anyways, Beck still won’t talk. We’ve tried everything.” 

Steve sighed as he ran a hand over his beard. “We’re going to have to call either Lloyd or Loki in. But we’ll move Beck first. I don’t want that done here.” 

“I’ll figure out where to move him to.” 

“Thanks, I’ll make the call.” Steve leans forward and grabs the phone while Bucky heads back out. 

You heard Steve’s voice before you walked into Elijah’s room. Almost as soon as you had moved in, Eli requested that Steve read with him at night before bed. You told your son you weren’t sure that was possible but in the short time you’ve been there Steve hasn’t missed a night. Although reading didn’t take long, all of the medication Eli was on made him sleepy. It didn’t stop him from fighting it and trying to stay awake for just a few more minutes. You lean against the doorframe and watch Steve tuck Eli in and turn off the lamp next to his bed. 

“Hey.” Steve says as he walks out of the bedroom. 

“He didn’t put up much of a fight did he?” 

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I think all of the excitement of having Peter here wore him out.” 

You smile while looking back into the darkened bedroom. “I’m not surprised. He loved when Pete would come over and play video games.” 

Steve’s eyes were still on you when you looked back up at him. There was an intense feeling of need between the two of you as you stood in the quiet dimly lit hallway. One that pulled you closer to each other. He cleared his throat and you looked away.

“I have some business to attend to at one of my clubs. Will you be alright here alone?” 

“Yeah. Peter is sleeping too and I think Dom had a poker game. I’m just gonna enjoy a nice bubble bath before bed.” 

Steve groans and closes his eyes. You bite back a laugh. 

“Do you need a hand with this bubble bath?” 

You smile and shake your head before starting to walk backwards toward your own room. “I’m good, thanks. I can take care of myself just fine.” 

“Tease.” Steve mutters as he watches you walk into your room. 

****

Steve shook hands with his newest associate, Erik Killmonger. They had worked together before but this was going to be on a more permanent and lucrative basis. The two men were in the vip section with a drink in hand celebrating their new business deal. 

They looked down at the sea of people dancing and drinking as they talked about logistics and expectations. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” A sickly sweet voice called out from behind them. 

It was a voice Steve recognized and immediately tensed because of it. He turned slowly, anger already rising within him. A glare was sent in the direction of the uninvited guest but she was unphased.

“What are you doing here, Sharon?” Steve demanded to know. 

“I just came by to say hello, see how my old friend was doing.” 

“You shouldn’t be here. Not my club and not in New York.” 

She rolled her eyes and sat at one of the plush couches, motioning for a waitress to get her a drink. “I heard you were doing business and I have a proposition for you.” 

Erik looked between the two and excused himself after mentioning something about someone catching his eye. It left Steve alone with Sharon although Bucky quickly and quietly joined them. 

“So what do you say, Rogers? Want to make a deal?” Sharon asked as she batted her lashes at Steve. 

“No. You shouldn’t even be in New York but I’ll be a gentleman and give you twelve hours to leave.” Steve nods at Bucky who moves and grabs Sharon by the arm. 

“You can’t be serious? Is this because of Peggy?” 

Steve tensed at the mention of her name. It brought back bitter and hurtful memories. He kept his expression unreadable though and looked back at the blonde. 

“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d never work with The Carter Family again and I intend to keep it. I also told you that you have twelve hours to leave.”

Sharon pulls her arm away from Bucky’s hold. “It’s a shame you’re letting your emotions get in the way of a very lucrative deal.” 

“Sharon-” Steve raised his hand to stop her from talking when she opened her mouth.

“Steve.”

“What Buck?” He looked over a Bucky, annoyed that he was being interrupted. 

“We have to go. Check your phone.” 

Steve pulls out his phone to find a few missed calls and texts from your phone. 

Y/N: Steve mom needs help. 

Y/N: Come home now!

Y/N: Please!!

Y/N: Answer your  phone.

Steve immediately called you back but you didn’t answer. The urgency came from the first message that was obviously from Eli. He wasn’t sure how he missed yours and Peter’s calls but he left Sharon forgotten in his VIP section and headed back home with Sam and Bucky.

Eli and Peter were sleeping. Dom had gone to a weekly poker game with his friends. The house was quiet and you have wanted to take advantage of the bathtub in your room for a while. So that’s what you did. You lit some candles and added epsom salts and oils into the water. It was perfect. With some music playing softly in the background the only thing missing was a glass of wine. You grabbed your robe and headed downstairs with the intention of pouring yourself some. 

It was while passing Elijah’s room that something felt off. While you left the door ajar it was opened a little too wide. Then there was a smell of cigarette smoke that bothered you. Especially after asking Steve not to smoke around him. You knew that request bothered him but he wouldn’t go do anything to harm Eli either. So you crept up to the door and peered inside just to make sure Eli was still asleep. You could see him on the bed sleeping soundly but the cigarette smoke clung in the air heavily. Since the room was dark other than the sliver of light that illuminated the bed you struggled to make anything else out. 

You hear it before you see it. The deep inhale in the corner of the room. Then the lit cigarette. The person smoking takes a step out of his hiding place and you can barely make out his short slicked back hair and large frame. Your breathing stops as you stare at this stranger in your son’s room. 

“Well what do we have here?” It’s almost a whisper but it sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. 

“Get out of this room right now.” 

The stranger walked closer to you. He was tall and obviously strong. You were sure he would overpower you but he was a threat to your son. You’d do anything to protect him. With every step he took you took one back in the hopes of leading him out into the hallway. 

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Rogers must be treating you well if you walk around like that.” He motioned toward your robe which had loosened and revealed your bra. He licked his lips as he eyed you. “The kid might be a bit of a mood killer though.” 

You wrapped the robe around yourself tightly and headed towards the stairs. He stalked towards you with a predatory gaze in his eyes. Before you could get to the top of the stairs he grabs the back of your neck, pressing his body against your. One hand wraps around your throat and the other starts roaming your body.

“That’s no way to treat a guest, Honey.” He whispered in your ear before sniffing your hair. 

“Let me go.” 

“Show me a good time and maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll keep you.”  

He started dragging back into the hallway and opened the first door he found. 

“No. Please don’t.” You tried to push against him in hopes of avoiding being thrown into the bed. But he was taller and obviously stronger than you. 

“You should cooperate sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go easy on ya.” 

You're thrown onto the bed. The robe you were wearing is now open, exposing your bra and revealing the shorts you were wearing. You cry and beg as your attacker moves to crawl over you, his lips find their way to your neck as he holds your hands above your head with one hand. His grip is hard and painful. The other he uses to keep your face still as he kisses you. He pulls back and smirks down at you. 

“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He laughs as he moves around in order to undress you. In a moment of desperation you kick your feet up and manage to kick him in his groin. “You fucking cunt.” In his moment of weakness you kick higher this time and your foot connects with his face. He grabs his nose and starts cursing at you but you’re moving away from him.

You ran faster this time in hopes of getting down the stairs. As long as he was away from Eli you didn’t care what happened to you. 

“Dumb whore. I was going to be good to you but now you’re fucked. When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the kid again.” He yelled as he followed you down the stairs. “Stop running or I’ll go back up there and shoot the kid.”

Turning to look over your shoulder slowly you saw the gun aimed at you. 

“I really only came here for one thing. You see your little fuck buddy, Rogers, he has an associate of mine.” He says while taking a few steps down towards you. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Elijah creep out of his room. He stood there unmoving as he watched a stranger pull a gun out on his mom. You prayed he would go hide again and were relieved when he moved away from the railing. 

On the landing that led to the second floor you stood looking up at the intruder. He takes slow deliberate steps just to show you that he was in control. Your tear stained cheeks do nothing to deter his attack.

“If you tell me where he is,” he pulls his phone out and shows you a picture. “I won’t have the kid watch what I do to you. I won’t sell him off to the highest bidder either.” 

A door opens up at the end of the hall. He stops on the last step so that he’s hidden from whoever is there.

“Y/N?” Peter’s sleepy voice breaks the tense silence. “Y/N, I need some help.” 

The stranger takes a peek around the corner and sees Peter making his way down slowly. You take his distraction and charge at him full force hoping to at least knock him down and get the gun away from him. Barreling into him, shoulder first, he falls back. It wasn’t so much your strength but catching him off guard that helped you. He groaned as he grabbed his head, a small amount of blood started to trickle from the apparent gash at the back. While it looked like it hurt it didn’t completely knock your aggressor out. 

“Peter, get back in your room. Call Steve or anyone tell them to get back now.” You yelled before running down the stairs with the gun in your hand. 

Not even hitting his head against a few steps slows down your attacker. It forces you to head into the kitchen instead of outside. You turn on your heel and hold the gun up, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you.” You say.

“Really? I don’t think you’ve ever used a gun before.” 

“First time for everything.” You reply. “On your knees.” The gun is still pointed at him but it shakes almost violently in your hands. 

He smirks and takes another step closer. The gun goes off but it hits the floor. It makes your hands shake even more.

“Don’t. Move.” You say through gritted teeth. 

There’s movement behind him and then Peter is telling you to move. The intruder turns around to face Peter knowing you won’t be able to shoot. He still gets shot once in the shoulder and in each kneecap forcing him to the ground. When you stand from behind the kitchen island you see Peter standing with a gun in his hand, suppressor attached. 

“Are you ok?” He asks while keeping his gun aimed down at the intruder. 

“I think so.” You say with a shaky voice while looking him over. “You’re bleeding.” 

“I think I ripped my stitches.” 

“I’ll get you cleaned up. Let me just-“ you look around unsure of what you can use to restrain him.  “I’ll be right back.” You run down the steps to the basement on wobbly legs. 

“We can use this.” 

You say as you get to the top stair with some rope. Peter nods but grimaces at any slight movement. 

“What do I do?” You look up at Peter.

“Y/N, Peter?” 

“In the kitchen.” You yell out. 

Coulson’s quick steps echo throughout the otherwise quiet home. He stares at the scene in front of him bewildered for just a moment. 

“Give me the rope.” He says and moves into action. 

You help Peter get to the couch. “I’m gonna get the first aid kit ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Hey,” he catches your hand. “Go check on Eli first, this can wait a few minutes.” 

He saw the relief in your eyes and the way your tense shoulders slumped. 

You run up the stairs and head directly to his room where you find the door locked.

“Elijah, baby it’s me.” You knock. “Baby please open the door. It’s ok.” 

The door opens and Eli’s crying face comes into view.

“Mom.” He rushes to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“It’s ok, it’s safe now. Are you ok?”

You feel him nodding against you. The only thing you can do is hug him back and assure him that he’s ok. After a few minutes you pull away, kneeling to get a better look at him and make sure there are no marks on him. 

“Why was that man here? Why did he want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know, baby.” You brush away his tears. “Let’s go sit.” 

Eli takes your hand and walks back into his room. You aren’t sure if it’s him shaking or you but it’s almost uncontrollable. 

“I tried to call and text Steve but he didn’t answer.” He holds out your phone.

“You did a good job, come here.” 

You take your phone and call Steve immediately but there’s no answer. Then you call Sam and Bucky and still nothing. You send them all a few texts and you start to worry that they have been hurt. Dom answers right away and he tells you that he’ll be back in a few minutes. After that you sit against the headboard and bring Elijah to sit on your lap and you hold him tight like when he was a baby. The only thing you could do now was wait. 

Steve flew through traffic in order to make it back as fast as he could. His mind raced as he tried and failed to get an answer from you. He came up with the worst case scenarios of what could be happening. All Steve hoped was that you and Eli were ok no matter what the issue was. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either of you. 

 Sam and Bucky weren’t far behind when Steve finally pulled into the driveway of his mansion. Immediately he knew something was way off. The normal guards that were posted around the perimeter were missing. He grabbed his gun as he stepped out of his car. When he looked backed, Sam and Bucky also had their guns out. 

Steve rushed to the door, opening it without warning. His gun was up as he walked in with Sam and Bucky behind him. They walk into the living room only to find Peter sitting back on the couch, his hand putting pressure on the area where he had been stitched up previously. Dom was fussing over him trying to help stop the bleeding.

“Peter? What happened?” Steve asked, getting the attention of the semiconscious young man. 

“There’s this guy. He broke in.” 

“I have him down in the room.” Coulson stepped out of the kitchen. “I got an alert from the security alarm. I got here just as Peter shot him. It seems he had his eyes set on Y/N.”

“Where is she?” 

“Upstairs.” Peter answers. “With Eli.” 

Steve looks back and Bucky lifts his chin up towards the stairs. 

“We’ll go see who this idiot is.” 

“Get Peter medical help and find out what happened to the guards.”

“Clint and Nat are on their way.” Coulson says. “I’ll have them take Peter in.”

Steve nods and heads upstairs. He takes two at a time until he reaches the third floor. His heart is beating out of his chest as he walks up to Eli’s room, worried about the state he would find you in. He knocks but doesn’t get an answer so he opens the door and takes a peek inside. The cigarette smoke still lingers but he doesn’t find either you or Eli. Steve walks out and heads to your room, knocking a bit more harshly than he intended too. 

“Y/N? Can you open up?” Steve calls out. After a minute the door opens and your tear stained face peeks out. 

“Steve.” You whimper when you finally see him.

“C’mere, baby.” Steve pulls you into his chest. He feels your whole body trembling and his arms tighten around you. “Are you ok? Is Elijah?” 

You nod against his chest and begin to sob now that Steve was there. 

“It’s over. You’re safe.” Steve murmured.

He kept as calm as he could but he felt nothing but rage. Not only did someone think they could just walk into his home without any repercussions, they also terrorized you. There would be hell to pay once he was downstairs to get the necessary information. 

“Do either of you need to see a doctor?”

“No. We’re ok, just shaken up a bit.” You reply as you finally look up at him again. 

“Alright. What about you? Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did he do anything to you?” 

You avert your eyes and Steve’s stomach drops. 

“What did he do? Did he touch you?” Steve’s voice hardened. There was this underlying and unsettling sharpness to it.

You nodded. Steve took a deep breath while he slowly pulled away and turned his back towards you. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about all the ways he was going to rip the asshole that dared touch you apart. 

Steve turned back to look at you. “Did he force hi-“

“Tried to. I got away from him before he could.” 

“Ok.” Steve takes a deep breath. “C’mon let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.” 

Once Steve realizes that you’re asleep he leaves the room quietly. He walks down to the first floor to find out what the hell is going on in his own home. There will be hell to pay for this, not just for the disrespect of breaking into his house but for what you went through.

“Update, now.” He demands.

“The idiot that broke in is none other than Jack Rollins. Apparently he was looking for Beck when he stumbled upon Eli’s room.” Bucky says. “He’s a sick twisted bastard from what Peter told me he heard.” 

“Did he say anything else?” 

Bucky shakes his head. Steve starts rolling up his sleeves. He heads for the basement door with Bucky on his heels. 

“What are you going to do?” 

“What do you think?” He growls but continues toward the basement door. 

“Steve, think about this.” Bucky says. “We could get information out of him if we do this right.”

Steve stops and turns to look at Bucky and the rest of his team. 

“He put his hands on Y/N. I don’t give a fuck about information.” 

Bucky’s eyes harden at the new information.

“I’ll come with you.” 

The two men walk down to the basement and into the soundproof room. Sam was standing over Rollins, who already had a few cuts and scrapes along with the gunshot wounds. Steve doesn’t waste any time at all as he connects his fist with Rollin’s jaw. The man, who had been tied to a chair, falls backwards. 

“I’m guessing that pretty little thing you have upstairs told you about our time together.” Rollins chuckles. “She was real sweet.0

Steve lands a few more hits before he stretches his hand out behind him. Bucky already knows what Steve wants and hands him a knife. Steve inspects it carefully before looking down at the man below him. 

“Oohh should I be-Aahh.” Rollins screams when Steve plunges the knife into the bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood splatters into Steve’s face but it doesn’t deter him.

****

When Steve finally stopped his assault he was covered in blood. Steve’s anger hadn’t subsided even as he walked back into the kitchen. The others were gathered around the island talking about what happened when he joined them. 

“Has anyone checked in on Y/N?” He asked. 

“Still sleeping boss.” 

He nods and starts walking out. “I’ll be back in about 10 minutes. I want to know everything when I come back.” 

Steve goes up to his room to shower and change quickly. Then he heads back down to the kitchen. Dom has a cup of coffee ready for him. The sun was just starting to light up the sky. Steve grabs his cup and takes a sip. 

“What do we have?” He asks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. 

“Rollins killed some of the guards around the perimeter, enough to slip by undetected. He hacked the security system. He couldn’t completely deactivate it but he delayed the notification Coulson would get.” Clint said. 

“He was looking for Beck. But he won’t say anything else.” 

“What should we do now?” Bucky asks. 

“First I want him out of the house. Get him some medical attention, I’m not done with him just yet.” Steve orders. “Let’s double up the guards. Let’s have Jensen double check the security system and upgrade whatever needs to be upgraded.”

“How is Peter doing?” 

Steve and the rest of the group turn to see you standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Even though you slept most of the night you look exhausted. Eyes are red and slightly swollen as if you’d just been crying. 

“Peter’s fine. He just ripped some stitches, he’s in his room sleeping.” Nat tells you. 

You nod as Dom walks over to you. 

“Want some coffee, Mia Cara?” 

You shake your head. Dom opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace. The older man pats your back in a comforting manner. 

“You’re safe now, Mia Cara. We won’t let anything like this happen again. You hear me?” He reassures you. 

You just nod against his chest. Everyone silently shuffles out of the kitchen. Dom places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves, giving you and Steve some privacy. 

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks as he gets up and moves towards you.

You shrug. Other than being worried about Eli you were numb to the whole situation. 

“Baby, look at me.” Steve says softly.  He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls up so that you have to look at him. 

You’re fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time. 

“Tell me what you need?”

“I don’t know.” 

“How about some time away from here? We can get away for a weekend and take Eli somewhere fun. What do you say?” Steve offers.

 It angered him all over again to see you like this. A shell of who you really are. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Steve didn’t like seeing you down like this although it was completely understandable. 

You shrug again in response and he sighs. 

“Why don’t you go rest for a little bit longer and I’ll have Dom make you something and bring it up.” 

“I can’t.” You mumble as you look around the room. 

“Why?” 

“I have to work.”

“You’re joking right? You aren’t going to be working today. Regina will be in any minute now, she’ll do what she can. You worry about taking care of yourself and Eli.” Steve says as he leads you out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

In the distance you hear the door that is normally used by the house staff to come in and out.

“See, that's probably Regina right now. I’ll talk to her.” 

You gasp when Regina appears in the doorway. She’s sporting a black eye, busted lip, bruises around her throat and she’s holding her side as if it hurt. You rush over to her to make sure she’s ok. 

“What happened?” 

“The-these men they-they broke into my house early this morning.” She sobbed before hiding her face in your shoulder. 

“Fuck. Bucky, Sam.” Steve yells for them. The two men rush out of the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. 

“What happened?” Bucky asks once he sees Regina crying. 

You tell them what she had just said since she couldn’t control her crying. Both men look back at Steve, the same anger in their eyes. Dom and Coulson soon join the others.

“Do you know who did this?” You ask her as you guide her to the couch. 

“No. I’ve never seen them before. I was sleeping when they broke in.” Regina sniffles.

“Did they say what they wanted?”

Regina nods. “They told me that I had to get whatever information that I could on you and report back to them.” 

“I have a few questions.”

“Ask away.” 

“How did they know you work for me?” Steve asks and you look between him and Regina.

“I don’t know, maybe they had been following me?” 

“Why tell me?”

Regina swallows thickly as tears well up in her eyes again. “Well everyone here has been so nice to me, and this is the first job I don’t have to get almost naked to get money for,” She sighs, wincing due to her injured ribs. “I didn’t want to ruin what I had here. But my grandma, she’s in a nursing home and they had pictures of her. They said that they’d hurt me and make her watch.”

“They said the same about me and Eli.” 

“Wait what?” Regina looks at you confused. 

“Someone broke in last night.”   

“What is happening?” Regina asked. She was scared and so were you. The only difference was that you knew Steve would make things right. 

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. In the meantime you can’t go back to your place.” Steve tells her. “We’ll have someone pick up some clothes for you and have a doctor look you over. Do you think you could recognize these men if you saw them again?”

“Maybe. Oh wait,” Regina grabs her phone. “Would a video help?”

“You have a video of them?” 

She looks at Bucky and nods. “I installed a doorbell camera and a camera in the living room. Here, you can definitely see their faces.” 

“You have a camera in your living room?” Sam asks suspiciously.

“I live alone and I’m single. There have been some break ins around the neighborhood. I was trying to protect myself.” She says as she hands the phone over to Bucky.

Sam and Steve huddle around Bucky to look at the video Regina had. They see her being dragged out of her room and beaten. Unfortunately they didn’t recognize the men in the video but they would find them nonetheless. 

“Thank you for this. I don’t know who they are but we’re going to find them.” Steve tells her. “Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?” 

You get up and follow Steve into his office where he closes the door behind you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask Steve after watching him pace back and forth for a few minutes. “Is it about whoever broke into Regina’s place?”

Steve leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“I’ll most likely have to be out more. At least while I track these sons of bitches down.”

“Ok, and?” 

“Will you be ok here? After last night… I’m doing everything to make sure this place is more secure.”

“Ok.” 

“I’m also going to assign Nat to be with you whenever you go out. I know you’re independent but I need you to do as she says if something were to happen.” 

“Do you think someone would try to hurt me again?” 

“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean look at what they did to Regina and she hasn’t even been here that long. I’m not going to risk you and Eli being in danger again.” Steve pushes himself off the desk and walks over to you. “It should’ve never happened in the first place. I’m going to handle this.”

“I’m more worried about Elijah than myself.”

“Of course you are because you’re a good mom.” Steve cups your face when he sees your eyes start getting glassy. “You just take care of him like you always do and I’ll keep you both safe.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

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Hallmark Moment: Love on 42nd St.

pairing; singledad!kim mingyu x singlemom! reader (afab since I will be mentioning body parts in this story) 

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, angst, parent au

warnings; !singledadgyu, !singlemomreader, kids, grandparents, food, alcohol, cursing, talks about past trauma including death of a spouse, protected sex, unprotected sex, reader is on birth control, talk about sexual health, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, marking, size kink, some manhandling, use of pet names, some aftercare  

hallmark moment part one

w/c; 21k and some change

a/n; thank you so much for your patience with this one. i know it was a long wait. i also know this is very long but i hope you enjoy it. thank you to @junkissed-replies, @duhnova, and @wonwussy for reading and proofreading.

The phone was up to your ear the moment you were inside of the airport, your purse hanging off your arm while Mingyu trailed behind you shaking his head. He wasn’t surprised you were already trying to call back home, he had expected it, so he had told you to go ahead while he took care of carrying the carry-ons. His eyes travel over the back of your head and down your body even as he gets closer to you, able to listen in to some of your conversation, his arms flexing to adjust one bag over his shoulder. 

“Oh! Mom, hi! Yeah we just landed, literally. No…I don’t know what time it is.” Mingyu chuckles watching you pull the phone from your ear watching you read the time on your phone. It was 6 in the morning on the east coast which meant it was 3 am for her and the girls. Mingyu watches your face fall slightly, an apologetic look taking the place of your once excited one. 

“Y/N, hey I’m sure it’s okay. You’ll get used to the time difference soon. Here, sit down for a second?” Your eyes meet Mingyu’s only to nod, taking a seat on a bench giving him a moment to put the bags next to you so that he could go to the luggage claim to find the larger bags while you talked on the phone. “He’s right, I’m not mad Y/N. I’m just tired…and I’d tell you to call back later but…” 

You hear your mom’s tired voice quickly get covered up by the sound of Mina’s when she reaches for the phone telling her granny to hand it over. “Mommy?” Mingyu’s eyes were scanning the bags but he still made time to check on you, happy to see that smile return to your face. “Baby, I’m sorry I woke you up. You should let your granny go back to sleep and you do the same. I can call back later, I was just, you know, missing you.” 

Mina laughs, how tired she was obvious in her little voice even over the phone. “It’s okay mommy. I miss you too but we have so many fun things planned with granny and with Amy’s grandma.” Your eyes find Mingyu in the crowd, you found that was fairly easy with his height and general good looks. He stuck out sometimes or even found himself the center of attention depending on the audience. 

With your thumb nail resting against your teeth, you laugh into a nod at Mina’s words, a soft sigh taking over the laugh when Mingyu winks at you across the crowd. “I hope you have the best time Mina. I know they will take great care of you, but remember you and Amy can call me and Mingyu anytime. You don’t have to worry about the time difference, okay?” 

Letting the bag roll beside him, Mingyu makes his way back over to you in time to hear the end of your sentence raising his brow at your words. “Worry a little bit about the time difference.” Mina’s laugh is loud enough for him to hear, causing him to smile. “Okay mommy, and I want you to have fun too. I’m gonna go back to sleep. Call me back later?” 

You make a sound acknowledging her question, moving to stand up next to Mingyu reaching out to take your carry-on. “Okay baby, I love you. Goodnight.” When you smile at her little voice almost repeating your words before the phone disconnects, you find Mingyu’s hand is quicker than yours. Your eyes scan over his personal carry-on over his shoulder, the shared large suitcase at one side as he lifts your smaller carry-on to sit on top of it. 

“Gyu?” Mingyu makes a sound similar to the one you had made on the phone with Mina, his eyes lifting to meet yours causing him to smile at your confusion. “What’s that look for Y/N?” When you gesture your hands out to the bags Mingyu takes the chance to grab your hand with his free one nodding. 

“And? We are ready to go. The driver is waiting for us, I think just through there. It’s been a little while since I’ve been back here.” You furrow your brows pouting at his instance to not let you help with anything while you walk beside him. “You have got to stop babying me, Mingyu. I thought the reason we packed the one suitcase was so that we could have an easier trip together, not so that you could carry it all on your back.” 

You see a smirk form on his lips out of the corner of your eyes making you narrow your eyes even before he speaks. “Well I’m not carrying it on my back, it’s rolling beside me. I barely even notice it, now stop frowning so much bab–Y/N.” Your brows furrow at Mingyu’s choked back words but you don’t have time to question them when you find yourself searching names in a large lobby of people. 

“Ah, there he is. See my name?” Moving to your tip-toes you nod seeing a sharply dressed man holding a sign simply stating, ‘Kim Mingyu’ near the front of the group. With your hand held tightly in his, Mingyu guides you through the rest of the people to the driver smiling at the man before introducing himself and you. “Let me take these bags sir.” 

When Mingyu allows the man to take the large suitcase and your carry-on you simply look up at him giving him a look of disbelief causing him to laugh. “Y/N…please, come on.” With a tug to your hand, Mingyu pulls you closer, keeping you next to him while you both follow the driver out of the airport towards the waiting vehicle. 

Once again you find yourself scoffing when Mingyu makes you get into the back of the suv so he can help the driver load the luggage before he joins you. A grin on his face when he finds you staring at him, a look of discontent in your eyes. “What? There is that look again. Just lean back and relax, once we get to the airbnb if you want to yell at me, you can.” 

He knew you weren’t going to yell at him, not over something so silly, though he knew you were fully capable of helping do things. His fingers lacing with yours, Mingyu tries to hide his pleased smile when you sigh and lean against the seat only to adjust so that your head is against his shoulder. His eyes are towards the front so he can pay attention to the driver and the road just out of caution almost the entire way but he can’t help but to steal a few glances and gentle brushes of his fingers against your skin when you doze off beside him. 

Mingyu almost hates to wake you when the car stops in front of the tall building on 42nd street. Your nose pressed against his arm causing him to smile when he brushes his fingers against your cheek moving your hair from your face. “Y/N, we are here. You gotta wake up, I promise once we get upstairs if you want to lay down I won’t stop you. In fact, I might join you, if you let me.” Your soft whine as you wake up makes Mingyu laugh tenderly, you reminded him of Mina so much, it made him miss the kids but he knew you both needed the break…especially you. 

“We are here already?” You blink when the door opens next to Mingyu, the driver stepping off to the side letting Mingyu help you out of the vehicle. You rest your hand in his while you slide off the seat, your eyes instantly going upwards to the tall building making you lose any words you once had. “I know…” Mingyu laughs, noticing your uptilted gaze, “A bit bigger than what we are used to at home, huh?” 

You nod, but Mingyu lets you move on your own while he tips the driver and takes over the luggage once again. You only notice he is back at your side when his hand rests on your lower back, guiding you towards the large doors of the building. “Wait until you see the view from inside the building.” 

In just a few minutes you find yourself holding the doors to your airbnb open for Mingyu so he can pull the suitcase inside of it, still insisting that he doesn’t need you to touch anything. “See, I told you. It was nothing, just an elevator ride and we’d be here. We can unpack it later. We are here for almost a week.” 

Mingyu smirks watching you roll your eyes, muttering along with his words causing him to laugh. “Y/N…you are being sassy. I thought you slept on the plane but do I need to put you down for a nap?” Your cheeks burn slightly, turning on the balls of your feet you start to complain to Mingyu but find him right in front of you. You feel his hands moving over your arms, him walking you backwards into the living room, a smile on his face. 

“I’m not sassy, Gyu, and I don’t need to be put to bed like a child.” Mingyu laughs at your words, his right hand moving up to slide along your neck into your hair at your ear. He watches your head tilt back for him, his thumb gliding along your neck causing you to swallow hard. “Now you are putting words in my mouth.” 

When his lips brush over yours, you feel your knees go slightly weak. There had been so few times when the two of you had a chance to be alone for long. This was completely new to both of you, no need to be concerned that a child would come running into the room causing the two of you to jump back from one another. 

Your hands rest on his forearms, a soft sound of contentment escaping your lips making Mingyu smile against your lips. “We have all the time in the world here.” You smile at his words spoken against your lips, nodding you glance up to meet his eyes even so close for a moment before letting your eyes close once again. Mingyu smiles into the kiss, deepening it, taking in a deep breath of your perfume. You were intoxicating and he couldn’t wait for the chance to get to know you even better but he’d never rush you. 

When Mingyu pulls back, his hands sliding from your neck to your arms, you furrow your brows slightly glancing up at him. You find an almost shy look on his face if it wasn’t for the slight smirk on his lips giving him away. His fingers lace with yours briefly before he is stepping away to get the luggage, bringing it further into the room and searching for the bedroom making an ‘ah’ sound when he finds it on the first try. 

You scoff, a pout on your lips while you pull at the end of your shirt over your jeans a bit upset that he had stopped kissing you. You start to follow him, muttering under your breath, “As if it was that hard to find the bedroom in a one bedroom airbnb…” Mingyu only catches the end furrowing his brows, uncertain of what you had said when you finally reach the same room as him. 

“What did you say?” He watches you shrug and smile playfully causing him to narrow his eyes curiously. “Nothing, this is a nice room. Where are you going to sleep, Gyu?” Mingyu scoffs as you tease him, his eyes scanning over the king sized bed when you move over to it laying on it not taking up much space. “What, you don’t want to sleep with me?” 

He hadn’t meant it like that but when your eyes widen, it doesn’t take long for him to do the same. “Oh…no not like that. I meant, just in the same…” Your laugh pulls him back to reality when you sit up and shake your head. “Mingyu it’s fine, of course I do. I mean I want you to sleep in this bed…with me.” Mingyu watches you struggle to find the right words, he knew that if he reached out to touch your cheeks they would be hot to the touch. 

Clearing his throat, Mingyu nods, a smile crossing his lips when he looks back towards the luggage, starting to open it to find a few things. “Then it’s settled, we will sleep together…” He hears you take a breath causing him to smirk because he knew what he was doing when he finished his sentence, “in the same bed.” 

“Mhm, that’s the plan. Is that the bathroom?” Mingyu glances to where you are gesturing, your voice cracking slightly causing his smile to widen slightly. “Uh probably, from the pictures, we have an ensuite.” You nod almost too enthusiastically while sliding off the bed to get past Mingyu to head to the bathroom when you find yourself with his arm around your waist pulling you back towards him. 

“Take your toiletries with you, Y/N. Something tells me you won’t want to ask me to bring them to you.” You shiver to the feeling of his breath against your ear, your fingers hold his forearm against your stomach while you take a steadying breath. You find Mingyu smiling at you when you meet his eyes, his fingers trailing over your side and stomach before he steps away letting you do what you need to do. “Smart, you’re right Mingyu. I wouldn’t let you, probably.” 

Mingyu watches you dig through your carry-on, his smile concealed just barely when you fumble with the smaller toiletry bag. His eyes follow you all the way to the door only to take a breath when you close it behind you leaving him in the bedroom alone so he can mutter to himself. “God…she’s so fucking cute. Keep it together, Mingyu.”

Inside the bathroom you lean against the large counter holding double sinks in front of possibly the biggest mirror you had ever seen. You hadn’t taken a chance to really look at your appearance since you had gotten off the plane so now you were cringing slightly from the obviously traveled appearance in front of you. Digging through your bag you find your makeup bag and hairbrush so you could touch up at least slightly before going back out to see Mingyu again. 

No man had ever made you simultaneously feel shy, anxious, comfortable, and desired before. You were terrified to be around him and yet there was nowhere else you wanted to be. Running your fingers through your hair, you manage to tame it back to something acceptable, nodding at your reflection before heading back out into the bedroom. “Sorry, I know I’m being completely idio…” 

You had started to explain yourself to Mingyu but by the time you got back into the room you found yourself smiling, your hand going over your lips to silence any sound. Soft breathy snores leave his lips, Mingyu’s body completely on the bed except for his arm that had managed to fall from his side. “God you didn’t sleep at all did you?” 

The words are barely a whisper, you walk on your tiptoes though you had a feeling nothing was going to wake him. With a light touch you carefully lift at his arm putting it over his stomach, your eyes going to his face watching his lips smack a few times in his sleep. He was so handsome, you couldn’t help but to reach out, pushing his hair from his forehead. “Rest well, Gyu.” 

Mingyu groans softly, his face against the pillows when he hears the soft sounds of traffic from below the building. Opening his eyes he sighs seeing that the sun is lower in the sky but not quite setting yet. You had let him sleep for far too long, he didn’t need to nap all day but he really wasn’t going to complain. It had been so long since he had the chance to just lay down and not worry about what he had to do. 

Glancing around the room, Mingyu furrows his brows, not finding the luggage at the end of the bed. Clearly you had been up doing things which now made him feel a bit bad about his nap but maybe it would make you feel better about the luggage debacle at the airport. He really hadn’t been trying to make you feel like you couldn’t handle it, he had just wanted to take care of you. 

Standing, his arms stretched behind him, Mingyu moves to the window to look over the city enamored with the view. He really loved the city, not nearly as much as home but it was nice to get away and see something different every once in a while. A small sound from outside of the bedroom draws his attention over his shoulder, Mingyu smiles, unable to help himself in wondering what you had been up to while he had napped. 

You had thought you might get bored while you let him rest but as usual you found it pretty easy to find things to keep yourself occupied. You had put away your and Mingyu’s clothes, all of the toiletries now had a spot in the bathroom, and you had managed to explore the rest of the airbnb. You now knew how the remotes worked, one for the television, one for the curtains, and one that seemed to manage the heat and air. 

As the time ticked by you found your stomach beginning to grumble, the light meal on the plane hadn’t really gone too far for you so knowing Mingyu the moment he woke up he would be starving. You quickly found that some of the same delivery apps you used at home worked just fine in New York once you found the correct address for the airbnb. 

Just in time you were trying to get all the food out of the bags, only managing to drop your phone onto the floor, when Mingyu moves into the kitchen to find you semi-struggling. You don’t notice him even picking up your phone, putting it on the counter until his hands slide around your hips causing you to jump. “Shh, you are so jumpy. Did you lock the door back?” 

You laugh out a yes, nodding while glancing back to meet Mingyu’s gaze as he smiles. “Then who else would be touching you like this?” Shrugging you lean back against him, making Mingyu take in a deep breath of your scent he loved so much when his nose brushes past your hair. “You just surprised me. I didn’t know you were even awake. I was going to come get you in a few minutes, I didn’t want the food to get too cold. How was your nap?” 

Mingyu lets his nose push against your ear, a sigh dripping from his lips. He has to fight himself to not keep holding you to him, instead he chuckles against your neck before stepping away to look over the boxes of food. “It was nice and long. Too long, you didn’t have to let me sleep that long at all. I’m sure you were bored.” 

You watch him furrowing his brows like there was always a word missing from his sentences, but for some reason you understood the unspoken frustration. “Mm, I wasn’t. I got plenty of things done and you needed the rest.” Mingyu glances at you, shaking his head while he opens boxes, the sound of his stomach making you laugh. 

“I knew you would be hungry.” His smile makes you match it, especially when you offer him a fork and he takes it from your hand only to pick up a piece of chicken turning the fork towards you offering you the first bite. Mingyu watches you take the piece of food off the fork, a small smirk on his lips before he does the same nodding at the taste. 

“This is delicious…I had thought about trying to go out tonight but maybe we can just rest tonight and go out tomorrow. Spend the day seeing some sights then I can take you somewhere nice tomorrow night?” You can’t hide the smile that spreads across your face so you lean to pick up some fries taking a bite of a few before offering some to Mingyu letting him take them from your fingers with one bite. 

His lips brush over your skin leaving you a bit breathless but you nod nonetheless. “Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Kim?” Mingyu grins, licking his fingers clean, his brow raising at your question. You watch him lean his hip against the counter before he leans to pick up one of the burgers you had ordered specifically for him. “I am. One where you put on one of those dresses you complained about me buying you so I can look nice with you on my arm.”

You scoff, a straw pressed against your lips when your cheeks start to burn from his words. Mingyu’s eyes slowly trace over your face, his smile only fading long enough for him to take a large bite of his burger so he can chew with a smirk. “How many of these fancy dates are you planning on taking me on? You bought me three dresses, Mingyu.” 

“Three dates, obviously. At least dates where you will wear one of those dresses. Otherwise you can dress in whatever you want. You always look beautiful, but I wanted you to be the center of attention, for everyone to look at you the way I look at you all the time.” He had a way with words, you swallow hard putting your drink to the side watching him take another bite of his burger, half of it gone as if he hadn’t just complimented you like that. 

Shaking your head, you turn your head away only to feel his fingers turn your gaze back to him so you see him licking his lips clean, his burger set to the side. “But I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, Y/N. So if the dressing up is too much, you can just–” You had a knack for surprising him with kisses, but when your lips cut his words off this time Mingyu simply smiles against your lips, his fingers pressing into your waist. 

“I think we both need to stop trying to walk on eggshells around each other. We are acting like we’re going to say or do something wrong and the other person is going to go running but I’m not going to run away Mingyu.” His fingers slide lower daring to slip just below your shirt pulling it up your back so his fingertips can brush your bare skin when he sighs to your words nodding. 

“You’re right, but I wouldn’t stop you. However…I’m not going anywhere. This is right where I want to be.” You smile against his lips, the food almost forgotten when your fingers run along his chest towards his shoulder. Mingyu takes a breath, his brows furrowing when his lips meet yours again letting his tongue graze along your bottom lip testing the waters. 

The feeling sends a shiver through your body that makes the corner of his lips turn up but your lips part for him eliciting a small groan from his throat. You are surprised when your thighs press together at the sound, a slight panic running through you but you don’t pull back just yet instead you let your tongue glide along his while his hand slides along your back. 

You weren’t sure how you wanted this to go. Neither of you had talked too much about your romantic plans once you had reached New York but it had hung in the air from the moment the trip became real. You knew you wanted more with Mingyu, and clearly he wanted more with you, but then the fear that you were moving too fast creeped over you causing your kiss to falter slightly. 

Mingyu leans his forehead against yours when your lips fall from his, you can hear him swallow hard. His hand doesn’t move from your back just yet, instead his fingers lazily draw circles on your skin while he listens to you breathe. “We will go slow, I’m in no rush. I’d be a fool to be.” 

His words are quiet when Mingyu speaks against your hair letting you move in closer to him to rest your cheek on his chest. You take in a deep breath of his cologne, feeling it calm your nerves, your heart slowing down even though you felt like you were floating. “I don’t want to disappoint you Mingyu. I love this, y–being in your arms. Kissing you, the idea of where this is going. I’m just, I guess, scared.” 

Mingyu’s eyes close when you change your wording on a dime. He wished you’d just say it, but then again, that was hypocritical knowing he had done the same thing time and time again. “You haven’t disappointed me, never think that. I love this too and I will say it again, I won’t rush you. It scares me too, how much I like this, how much I like you.” 

You look up when Mingyu leans back, his hand moving from your back to brush your hair behind your ear while he looks down at you searching your eyes. “I know you’ve been hurt, I know we don’t talk about it much but…if you ever want to know, I’ll listen.” Mingyu watches your eyes shift away from him at his words, making him wonder if he had said the wrong thing. Fear spreads through his mind but when you nod he smiles at you, softly running his thumb over your cheek. 

“Yeah, maybe…but I’ll need something stronger than lemonade to get through that conversation, Gyu.” His soft laugh makes you smile, something you really needed. He was spot on without even realizing it. You were terrified to go too fast or too far with him because there was so much at stake. It wasn’t just your life and heart on the line, you had to consider Mina. You had to consider his heart and Amy’s. Then all the trauma of your past relationship would wash over you anytime you thought about getting closer to him making it feel like a wall was in the way. 

“You just tell me what your poison is and I’ll get it for you.” His fingers brush over your neck when you lean your head into his hand, Mingyu watching you adoringly. When your eyes meet his and you smile at his words, he can’t help but to smile back at you. “Thank you, and you know this goes both ways. If you want to tell me about things…you can, but I won’t make you. We have just never gone down that road.” 

Mingyu nods, his brows furrowing when he feels his heart tighten at what you were referencing. It was a fair proposition. If you were going to talk through your past relationship and how it ended, it might be fair to explain how he had lost his wife. Mingyu swallows hard and tries to give you the same smile but you can see the sadness under the mask causing your stomach to feel tight. 

“Of course, when we are ready we can have that conversation.” His fingers tug at your hair gently before he steps away turning back towards the food. You watch him take a steadying breath, his hand shaking ever so slightly when he picks up his burger taking one last bite of it. You can’t help but to wonder if you can live up to the woman that still seems to hold his heart so tightly even after so many years. 

It was somewhat surprising to both you and Mingyu how quickly the two of you fell into a pattern of relaxation that first evening. Yes, there was still a layer of tension. This unspoken wall between you but yet you still found yourself in his arms on the couch, a movie playing on the largest TV you had ever seen. His lips occasionally pressing against your temple, your hand finding purchase on his fingers, any reason to have contact. 

You found yourself dozing off when Mingyu’s phone rang causing him to sigh softly, adjusting against you so that he could pull the device from his pocket smiling when he saw a facetime call from your mother. Sharing a glance, both of you knew it was probably one of the girls if not both. You had called them earlier Mingyu had been asleep so it would make sense that Amy would be missing her dad. 

Mingyu watches you start to sit up only to reach over, wrapping his arm around your shoulders when he presses ‘accept’ letting the camera turn on, a smile on his face. “Daddy! Hi!” You are surprised to only see Amy, a smile crossing your face when she notices you in her dad’s arms. “Oh my gosh, hi mommy!” Mingyu shakes his head glancing at you when his daughter opts to call you mommy like she had so many times in the past couple of weeks. 

“Amy…” You start to speak but she giggles knowing you are going to tell her you aren’t her mommy only to trail off to have her say, “yet” but her small laugh is enough to stop you this time. “Where is Mina?” Mingyu’s voice brings you back to reality and makes Amy nod, sliding off of what you recognize as the guest bed, the phone unsteady in her hand as she speed walks down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“Mina! Daddy and mommy are on the phone!” You sigh leaning your head back when you hear your own mother laugh happily in the background. A small smile crosses Mingyu’s lips while he adjusts next to you again. You watch him clear his throat hiding his amused smile when your eyes glance over his face. “It’s not funny Mingyu…” 

“Hi mommy, Hi Mr. Mingyu.” Your attention is drawn back to the phone at the sound of your daughter’s voice, your eyes quickly dart over her face making you smile brightly seeing her distracted making cookies with your mother. “Hi baby, are you all making things with granny?” Mina nods, lifting her sprinkle covered sugar cookie, icing covering her fingers and lips. 

“Mina is, I’m not really that good at it. I decorated like two but I kept breaking off the small bits so I asked if I could call you guys.” Mingyu laughs softly, his fingers moving subconsciously to play with the end of your hair while he listens. “It’s alright honey, when we get back we know now that you can hang out with Y/N while Mina and I take care of the kitchen.” Amy laughs, nodding in agreement, letting the phone rest on the counter so she can pick up one of the decorated cookies taking a bite of it. From the angle you are able to watch her eating while also watching Mina with your mother who glances at the phone a few times before smirking. 

“You two look cozy, are you having a wonderful time in New York?” The warmth in your cheeks causes Mingyu to glance at you when he feels it against his cheek, a laugh slipping from his lips when you only nod. “Uh, yeah…yeah we are having a great time. Thank you for helping with the kids Mrs. Y/L/N.” 

Your mother smiles tilting her head watching Mingyu’s hand move from your hair to your shoulder squeezing lightly. Her eyes seem to smile almost brighter than her actual smile when she simply shakes her head. “Mingyu, just call me mom, Y/N does.”

You scoff while Mingyu laughs leaning up, moving his arm from around you to run his hand over his lips. “Mom, please, seriously?” You listen to her laugh at your complaining while the girls giggle enjoying their cookies and her teasing. “I am being serious, Amy has the right idea. It makes things a lot easier.” You couldn’t believe that she had jumped on this bandwagon so easily but watching her smile seeing you happy and in her eyes “loved”. 

“Okay…well as much fun as this is. It’s getting late here and whereas this one had a nap today I did not.” Mingyu smiles at you so lovingly your mom finds it impossible not to feel her heart tighten. Her eyes follow him when he leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek even as you laugh and tell him to stop out of embarrassment. “Mmhm, well you two have fun. Get some rest, Y/N. I love you very much. I love both of you.” 

Mingyu turns his gaze towards the camera furrowing his brows but smiles softly. “We love you too.” He was speaking for you now; you should be offended, is the first thought on your mind but you find yourself swallowing hard, your cheeks burning once again. You only nod while Mingyu takes care of telling the girls goodnight and how much the two of you love them, leaving the last words to you when Mina asks for you. 

“Goodnight baby, don’t stay up too late. Either of you, please? I love you so much…both of you, okay?” Amy grins just like her dad making your heart beat faster when she leans against your daughter, her eyes on the camera when she tells you that she loves you too. “Mm, bye bye.” The moment the screen goes to black you let out a slow breath causing Mingyu to look at you curiously, his phone laid on the coffee table. He uses his hand closest to you to move your hair from your face, almost begging for you to look at him. 

“Y/N…are you okay? I feel like I should be apologizing for something.” Your hand slides along his forearm up to his wrist making Mingyu smile slightly even though you still don’t look at him. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Gyu.” It was Mingyu’s turn to swallow hard, his eyes watching you when your hand dropped from his and you started to stand up shivering slightly. 

“Alright, I don’t have anything to apologize for, but are you okay?” You nod glancing back at him to give him a reassuring smile but Mingyu can almost see right through it. Your hands running along your arms trying to bring some warmth into them from your lack of contact with Mingyu. “Just tired, it really is getting late. I’m gonna get ready for bed.” 

Mingyu nods watching you leave the room, his eyes following you until you are out of his sight. He hated this wall between the two of you that had formed. It had always been there in a way but never this badly. You were supposed to be closer on vacation, no kids, no distractions and yet it seemed harder to reach you. He sat there for a few minutes trying to give you some space but the feeling kept nagging him. Maybe you didn’t want to talk about things yet, but at least he could be there for you in any way he could. He could be more open with you. 

By the time you come out of the bathroom, your face clean, hair still slightly damp from your shower, you are surprised to find Mingyu already sitting on the bed waiting for you. He grins and leans to pick up the second wine glass he had found, a bit of red wine waiting for you. “Hope you don’t mind, since our hosts left this for us. I figured we could enjoy it.” 

Mingyu smiles as you laugh softly making your way to the empty side of the bed. He finds himself unable to keep his eyes from traveling over your bare skin under your pretty satin nightgown. He doubts that you wear something like that every night but it was a treat to see you in it either way. Mingyu lets you take the wine glass from his fingers, his eyes finally moving back to your eyes to find your brow raised slightly. 

“What?” The word comes out in a laugh making you smile even when you tip the glass to your lips taking a sip before speaking. “You were staring at me…makes me feel a bit self conscious.” Mingyu makes a sound of understanding, sliding his body closer to the middle of the bed to get a bit closer to you, his own wine glass in his hand. “I was appreciating you. You are stunning…and forgive me but I’m getting to enjoy seeing you more while we are here. I’ve never seen you in a nightgown before.” 

Mingyu laughs when you breathe into your wine making it bubble slightly back into the glass out of embarrassment at his words. “Is that too forward? I thought we had gotten past that…” You shake your head glancing at him when he leans towards you slightly, his free hand next to yours on the bed just an inch away. “I mean…no, it’s not really forward, but you are right, we’ve never seen each other like this. I’ll be honest I usually just wear an old t-shirt to bed. I tried to look a bit nicer…” 

The idea of you in an old t-shirt, perhaps one of his causes Mingyu to take a deep breath, his own wine glass against his lips. You watch him tilt the glass back letting the alcohol slip into his mouth while you study him and his reaction. His eyes finally move back to yours a bit shyly but only for a second before he seems to steady himself. “You don’t need to be wearing anything special to look beautiful, Y/N.” 

He really did have a way with words. You turn your head away, a smile on your lips when you take another sip of your wine only to feel Mingyu’s fingers push your hair from your cheek when he speaks again under a sigh. “Are you too tired to have part of that talk? I’m not asking for you to tell me anything tonight but if you are up for it…I can explain a few things.” 

When you lean into his touch, Mingyu’s chest tightens. His eyes meeting yours, he gives you a smile before turning to put his wine on the nightstand and adjust in the bed under the covers offering you the space next to him if you want it. Mingyu watches you take another large sip of your wine before you cautiously move to lay against him, the feeling of the satin soft against his arm when he wraps it around you. 

“Mingyu?” When you speak, Mingyu smiles using his other hand to pull the covers up to you so you won’t be cold though his body was radiating like your own personal heater. “You only have to do this if you want to, you don’t have to talk about this if it makes you uncomfortable or sad.” 

Mingyu glances down at you slightly with the smile on his face, shrugging his shoulders. “I want to talk about it, I never really do, you know? Other people try to push me to, or force it out of me. You are the first person that I think I actually want to talk to about it willingly. I want you to know how important that is to me, okay?” 

He watches you nod while you chew on your lips, the covers moving slightly at your lap where your fingers were undoubtedly rubbing together out of nerves. “Okay…” Your voice is so quiet it almost makes Mingyu’s heart hurt but he smiles at you still, leaning to kiss your cheek, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Alright, so I met Amy’s mom when we were in college. She was a year younger than me but entirely more mature than I will probably ever be, a lot like you.” You find yourself unable to help it when you smile at the beginning of his story, though it was scary to learn about the woman who meant so much to him you knew it was important. Mingyu laughs a bit leaning his head back against the headboard as he continues his story talking about how they got together, how he was head over heels for her and not the other way around at first. 

As the story continues you find yourself sharing in his smiles of how he worked up the courage to ask her to marry him, the story of their wedding, and finally Amy. It is only when he clears his throat straightening his back does your smile begin to fade, everything had seemed perfect, so easy but you already knew the basics of what had happened. “The pregnancy was going fine, Amy was healthy, her mom seemed perfectly healthy but apparently there was some undiagnosed heart condition.” 

Mingyu feels your fingers lace with his when his voice seems to crack very slightly. You notice him glancing at you but never making full eye contact but you understand why knowing if he did he might not be able to keep back emotions he was clearly holding back. “She went into labor, refused to let anyone think she couldn’t do it…Amy is so much like her when it comes to being stubborn.”

Though Mingyu was doing his best to keep tears back, you were failing as they collected on the rim of your eyes listening to him talk. “She got to see Amy once, they laid her on her chest, she smiled at her before everything just kinda went to shit. Her heart gave out because the stress of the labor was too much.” 

You wanted to speak to tell Mingyu how sorry you were but when you see his hand move to push tears out of his eyes you find yourself almost speechless for a moment when he laughs sadly. “Just one of those fluke things, ya know? Something they should have caught near the beginning of her pregnancy but…they didn’t.” 

Mingyu sniffs back his tears and sighs, starting to apologize to you when you put your hand on his cheek shaking your head. “Don’t ever apologize for mourning her. She sounds like she was amazing and I am so sorry, Mingyu.” You watch him close his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks when he nods. “It’s okay, it was a long time ago now. I just, you can see why I don’t really talk about it.” 

Nodding you run your thumbs over his cheeks pushing away his tears while Mingyu seems to regain his composure. His eyes finally opened to look at you to see your own tears fresh on your cheeks making him frown and reach up to brush them away. “Don’t cry for me…I don’t want you to be sad.” 

“I doubt this is the last time either one of us will cry for the other Mingyu. We still have so much to learn about each other…there is a lot of past.” Mingyu smiles a bit, nodding, his thumb still moving over your skin while your hand moves to hold his wrist. “I know, and when you are ready, I’m here for you, Y/N.” 

You knew he was, but after hearing his story tonight wasn’t the night. You found yourself just wanting to comfort him, be in his arms especially with how tired you already were. “Turn off the lamp.” Mingyu simply nods to your words moving from you only for a moment to turn off the light before he has you back in his arms. 

“Y/N…normally I wouldn’t rush you, but I did make reservations.” You can hear the smile in Mingyu’s voice from the other side of the bathroom while you finish putting in your earrings, checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. Your stomach was in knots, the rest of the day had been such a breeze compared to this. The two of you had spent the day going from place to place looking at different sights while Mingyu snuck photos of you, but now you were dressed in one of the nicest black floor length dresses you had ever worn. 

“Gyu…I will stick a hairpin into your eye if you don’t get away from this door. Just go grab my black heels for me or something? I’ll be out in like two seconds.” He could hear the whine in your voice, and the nerves. You had started getting ready the moment the two of you had gotten back to the airbnb around 4 hours ago while he had taken only 30 minutes to use the spare bathroom to shower, fix his hair, and finally get dressed in his suit. You were fussing over every little detail, afraid to look less than perfect. 

“Ouch…that’s a scary threat. Fine, I have the shoes. I’ll just sit here and wait, but I’m sure you are breathtaking.” Mingyu hears you whine again making him laugh, your black strappy heels in his hand when he goes to sit on the bench at the end of the bed looking towards the closed bathroom door waiting for you. 

It takes another 10 minutes before you are able to convince yourself to leave the bathroom, Mingyu sits up surprised hearing the door open ready to give you a hard time but when he sees you he finds himself speechless. “Oh my god…is it that bad? I thought this one would be good for the first night because you said this place was really fancy. I have the green dress…” 

Mingyu is on his feet, his hand around your waist the moment you start towards the closet to try to change. “Don’t you dare…oh my god.” Shyly you glance up into his eyes really seeing him for the first time tonight, his hair perfectly shaped, his tie actually tied not a clip-on, his cologne intoxicating. Your knees feel weak as if you are already in the high-heels making you lean more against Mingyu who leans down and presses his lips against your ruby red ones. 

You give into his kiss for a moment, letting his hand on your waist grip you tightly until he pulls away and brushes his nose along your neck taking in the scent of your perfume. Mingyu can’t help but to smirk a bit when he feels your skin erupt in goosebumps under his nose. “I thought we couldn’t be late because of a reservation…” 

Mingyu’s chuckle against your skin causes you to smile, your fingers barely brushing through the longer hair at the nape of his neck when he leans back to look at you giving you a real once over this close. “We do have a reservation, unfortunately.” His words cause you to laugh and shake your head. Mingyu smiles, letting you take the shoes from him and his place on the bench so he can watch you put the shoes on then offer you his hand. Shaking your head you join Mingyu at his side, letting him lead you out of the room and finally out of the airbnb. 

With a thick faux fur coat wrapped around you along with Mingyu’s arm, you smile watching your breath in front of your face while you walk. Your stomach was impossibly full and your mind a bit fuzzy from some of the best wine and champagne you had ever tasted. The car had been there when you two were ready to leave but you had asked Mingyu if the two of you could walk at least part of the way back. The night was so beautiful, all the Christmas lights were still up even as everyone was still preparing for New Years Eve. 

You looked so happy, truly happy there was no way Mingyu was going to say no to you. So now he walked beside you letting you set the pace, he knew you were in heels and didn’t want your feet to hurt you by the time you decided to call it or if you reached the apartment buildings. He watched your face turn up in wonder at the sight of all the different lights, the tall buildings, in a city that truly never slept. 

“It’s so cold.” Your words bring Mingyu back to you completely, a slightly frown on his lips until he sees you smiling. “Do you want me to call the car?” You fall in closer to him, shaking your head causing Mingyu to laugh, bringing his arm up around your shoulders, rubbing them slowly. “Okay, I just don’t want you to get too cold. We can turn on the fireplace when we get back but I don’t want it to take too long for you to get warm again. I don’t want you to get sick. Your nose is already getting a little red.” 

Your soft laugh when he touches your nose checking to see how cold it is. “Gyu, stop it.” You bat at this hand only for him to catch it in his bringing your fingers to his lips kissing them gently. “Mm these are cold too.” Shaking your head, you smile almost lovingly up at Mingyu when he kisses your fingers once more before letting them go. A shy grin taking the place of his playful one at how you are looking at him before he glances away and forward to where he is walking. 

“You are so handsome Mingyu…you always are. I mean, not like you don’t know that, but this suit, your hair, everything…you just look so nice.” You were always catching Mingyu off guard; yes, he knew you had drank at the restaurant, you were clearly feeling a bit freer with your words, but he had never expected you to say that to him. It was his turn for his cheeks to warm up slightly, a grin spreading over his, in your opinion, ridiculously handsome face. 

“I..I don’t always know that. What does that mean? I don’t always look nice, Y/N.” You shake your head at his words pulling him towards a store window display not paying attention to what the store is or what is displayed, only that it was reflective so he could see himself. “Yes you are, and tonight you look like a million bucks. If the PTA moms could see you now, Mr. Kim.” 

The laugh that fills your ears makes you smile brighter while you watch Mingyu in the reflection, his hand running carefully through his hair while he shakes his head. You watch him roll his eyes, his hand pulling you closer before his eyes drop to the display with a raised brow causing you to do the same. You had stopped in front of a Tiffany & Co. store by accident, engagement rings, wedding bands, and other jewelry on display in front of you shining like the Christmas lights. 

“Wow…they are pretty.” You take a breath at Mingyu’s words, your eyes scanning over the rings even while he leans closer taking a look. “They are, and probably worth more than my car.” Mingyu’s smile is almost as dazzling as some of the jewelry when he glances over to meet your eyes. “Mm, maybe…what do you think about that one?” Your eyes follow his to a pear shaped diamond near the middle of the display that was surrounded by small diamonds. 

“It’s…gorgeous, and like I said, probably worth a ridiculous amount of money.” Mingyu only smirks a bit moving his hand from your shoulder to lace his fingers with yours nodding. “You are probably right but I think most people only buy one or two rings like that in their life, so it’s kind of worth it.”

Mingyu watches you shake your head, your eyes rolling at his words though you don’t seem to comment on his exact wording, instead you start walking again leading him to follow you. “Or sometimes they never buy them and run off.” Your words bit at the air making Mingyu furrow his brows while rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand slowly. 

“And those who choose to do that are fools, in my opinion. Y/N…hey.” You had picked up your pace very slightly and it was clear your footing was growing unsteady. With a gentle tug at your hand Mingyu pulls you back towards him, using his free hand to turn you towards him, running his palm over your cold cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, not unless you tell me to. Understand?” 

With your brows knitting together, Mingyu watches you sigh while you look up at him. “I understand.” This time you watch Mingyu’s brows almost touch, while you said you understood and he wanted to believe you he knew he would have to prove it to you in the long run. “Alright…let’s call the car. You are shivering.” 

You poured the glasses of wine this time, the satin nightgown reaching your mid-thigh, a black robe covering it only to sway while you made your way back to the living room and Mingyu who had also changed out of his suit. While you knew he was turning on the fireplace you hadn’t expected him to lay out the large blankets in front of it along with pillows, so when you found him there you couldn’t help but to smile a bit. “Oh? This looks nice.” 

Mingyu takes in the sight of you in the robe and nightgown, his eyes once again traveling the length of your legs with a sigh before he reaches up to take the wine glasses from you, putting them safely onto the coffee table in front of him. “Your skin was so cold when we got here, I thought this might feel nice. If it’s too warm we can move back to the couch but...honestly it’s pretty comfortable down here.” 

You look at his extended hand taking it gingerly allowing him to “help” you onto the soft blankets next to him. The warmth of the fire instantly moves over your body causing you to let out a small happy sound that draws a lingering look from Mingyu. Watching you reach for your glass of wine, Mingyu’s eyes walk over any of your exposed skin while he chews at his bottom lip leaning on his side. 

“We will have to get some more wine tomorrow, if we have another glass each that will finish up the bottle I’m afraid.” Nodding Mingyu smiles, daring to reach out his hand to run it over your forearm that was draped over your leg, the tips of his fingers brushing your leg underneath. “We can get more tomorrow. I’ll buy you whatever kind you want.”

You take a sip of your wine, swallowing it down hard when his fingers wrap around yours near your knee. “You are still cold, Y/N.” He wasn’t wrong and your choice of nightgown wasn’t exactly helping to keep you incredibly warm. “Come here?” You can’t help but to smile at his words when Mingyu leans back against the pillows moving his arm so it’s open for you to lay back with him next to the fire. 

Your head resting against his arm, you bite at your bottom lip feeling Mingyu’s fingers moving along your skin near your knee. His warm breath is so close to your face that when you dare to look up you aren’t surprised to find his eyes on you but it still makes your cheeks burn. Mingyu can’t stop the smirk from crossing his lips when you shyly look away only for him to lift his hand from your leg to your chin turning your face back towards him. 

Mingyu closes the distance pressing his lips to yours gently while his hand moves to yours to take your wine from your hand. He only pulls away from the kiss long enough to sit the glass to the side before his lips reconnect with yours causing you to whine softly into his mouth. Hearing your whine, Mingyu furrows his brows, the feeling of worry rushing over him that he is pushing you too quickly. 

You let out another soft whine when Mingyu starts to pull away, his lips just resting against your lips as he speaks. “I said I wouldn’t go too fast. I know we’ve both been drinking tonight so, if you want me to stop I will underst–” Your lips cut off the rest of Mingyu’s words, and he smiles against your lips. His hand finding purchase on your hip, you allow the faintest of moans to leave your mouth into his when Mingyu’s fingers press into your night gown as he tightens his grip on you. 

Mingyu’s mind was racing with thoughts even as his hand slid down your leg to the end of your nightgown, his shaky fingers daring to slide along your soft skin causing goosebumps to erupt under his touch. He could feel the way you arched towards him, the way your hand was gripping at his shirt to pull him close. Your tongue gliding along his while he swallowed even the smallest of moans you were allowing him to hear. 

When you slide your knee up brushing it between Mingyu’s legs, he furrows his brows groaning almost breathlessly into the kiss before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. Mingyu smiles at your hushed apologies, his fingers brushing at your warm cheek, he shakes his head. “God, Y/N…don’t apologize. I just…it’s been a long time for me.” 

Lifting your gaze to meet him, Mingyu finds your eyes shy but sure. “You are so beautiful. Oh my god…I want to touch you so badly, but I don’t want you to run away from me.” His words made your chest tighten and your stomach flip. Instinctively your thighs push together while Mingyu’s thumb runs along your outer thigh gingerly. “I won’t run away from you, Gyu.” 

Mingyu swallows hard, feeling your smaller hand lay over his guiding it along your leg. He wanted so badly to watch where you were leading him but he couldn’t pull his eyes from yours afraid he would miss a moment of your gaze. It’s only when you look away, your eyelids lowering out of nerves, your hands shaking slightly, does Mingyu look down to your hands, licking his lips and trying to keep himself calm. “Whatever you want from me, baby it’s yours.” 

Your hand falters for a second at Mingyu’s words, but finally your teeth catch your bottom lip as a breath hitches in your throat. Mingyu’s thumb brushes the center of your panties, your hand dropping to his wrist when you nod, giving him permission to touch you for the first time. “Fuck, okay.” 

A breathy moan fills Mingyu’s ears when the back of his fingers run along your inner thigh, his thumb pressing against your slit through your panties. Mingyu has to close his own eyes, feeling his cock twitch in his pajama pants from just how pretty you sound. He wanted nothing more than to see you, taste you, be inside of you, but he also knew he would let you decide when that would happen. 

Leaning his head down, Mingyu presses his lips to your jaw, his kisses working their way to your neck and collarbone while your hand tightens around his wrist. His fingers gently caressing your skin while he rubs your clit through the cotton of your underwear until you just can’t handle it anymore, your hips lifting towards his hand. “Hmm Gyu, more…please. You can touch me. Please?” 

Burying his nose against the crook of your neck, Mingyu groans as you beg him to touch you. He nods, sliding his fingers upward to push your panties to the side only to groan once again feeling your wet folds against his fingers. “Shit baby, you…” He wanted to have the courage to be more free with what he was saying to you, what he was feeling but that fear of pushing you away hit him like a truck again. 

You didn’t seem to notice, instead your own head was on fire with the feeling of Mingyu’s fingers on you. This hadn’t been the plan for the evening. You weren’t sure what the plan had been. You weren’t even sure what the plan for the entire trip had been when it came to this but as you laid under him you couldn’t find yourself upset with how you felt. Yes, it felt like it was too quick, though in reality both you and Mingyu knew it wasn’t. 

“Oh…” The softly spoken word slips from your lips, Mingyu’s finger and thumb on either side of your clit. The gentle, building pressure of someone who knew what he was doing and someone who wanted you to feel pleasure was evident in his touch. Mingyu’s lips move along your chest to the top of your breasts carefully testing the waters. When you whine out his name, Mingyu furrows his brows feeling like he is going to lose his mind, his cock leaking almost painfully still trapped in his pants. 

“I..I got you. So perfect baby.” Your orgasm was right on the precipice, Mingyu’s middle finger pressing into you when the sound of his phone brought both of you hurdling back to reality. Your hand tightening on Mingyu’s wrist, you close your legs around his hand as you glance at the phone on the table seeing his mother’s face on the screen. “It’s the girls. Oh fuck…we can’t miss the call.” 

Cursing, his head against your shoulder, Mingyu’s fingers slide from you while he nods. You whisper an apology, smoothing your nightgown and hair before picking up the phone, answering it away from Mingyu so he could also regain his composure. “Hi girls! You are calling so…late.” 

You woke up in the bed alone the next morning, your hand sliding over the bed when you reached for Mingyu only to find a piece of paper where he should be. 

‘I went for a run. You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. I will bring home some breakfast and we can talk a little bit about last night hopefully. - Gyu’ 

A slight groan slips from your lips at the idea of talking about the previous night, your head was pounding but a quick turn towards the window made you smile. He really had thought about everything, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of water and pain reliever Mingyu had left you knowing you would have a hangover. 

Mingyu had woken up earlier than intended. He had found it hard to sleep after the night had been taken from the two of you by the phone call. It of course had not been the girl’s fault, but it had been poor timing. He knew you wouldn’t want to go right back to where the two of you had left off but it had left him wanting and slightly frustrated. So now his feet hit the pavement, sweat dripping from his hairline, as he tried to keep his breath steady listening to the music playing in his ears to keep him motivated. 

Around an hour later Mingyu found himself with a bag in his arms, a bottle of water chugged, while he leaned against the elevator making his way back up to you in the apartment. He hoped that you were still asleep or hadn’t been awake too long. He hadn’t meant to leave you for too long, especially when he promised to bring back breakfast. 

Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Mingyu balances the bag while kicking off his tennis shoes hoping that if you aren’t awake yet he won’t be the reason. A quick turn of the corner into the kitchen causes Mingyu to stop in his tracks, a smile spreading across his lips when he finds you sitting at the island. Your chin resting on your fist while you look at your phone, the bottle of water he had left for you in front of you. 

“Hey baby, have you been waiting for me for a long time?” Your eyes close briefly hearing Mingyu call you baby for the first time since last night. You had wondered if he would, and now the word was sending a fire through your limbs. “Mm, no, not really. Just a few minutes, really only long enough for the medicine you left me to kick in. How was your run?” 

You hadn’t told him not to call you baby, Mingyu thinks, letting out a small breath. He sits the bag of food on the counter in front of you moving around to kiss the side of your head. He takes in a deep breath of your scent allowing it to wash over him, calming his nerves even further before he nods gesturing to the food. “Good, I’m glad you slept in. Eat something. That will help your head even more.”  

Swallowing hard, you watch Mingyu move from you towards the bedroom. You figured he was going to take a shower, the smell of his cologne and sweat was still lingering in the air though he had tried not to lean against you. Reaching for the bag you pull it open and take out the containers, furrowing your brows. You were hungry but you found yourself almost afraid to eat with how your stomach was twisted up with anticipation knowing Mingyu wanted to talk. 

He didn’t take very long in the shower, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. Mingyu opted not to wear a shirt when he came back to find you pushing a piece of egg around the take out container. You were clearly lost in thought, he found himself wishing he could read your mind but also terrified of that idea. 

Clearing his throat, Mingyu leaned in from behind you to kiss your cheek again making your eyes widen when you realize you could feel so much of his skin against the back of your arms. When your fork slips from your fingers to land in your food Mingyu can’t help but to laugh, shaking his head. “You okay? You have butter fingers today?” 

Your eyes move over his torso for the first time, you had gotten glimpses of him in the time you had known him, and more so on this trip but never fully like this. Now you were letting yourself all but study him like a piece of art in front of you causing Mingyu to tilt his head watching you in return. “Seriously, are you okay?” 

“You’re naked.” Another laugh escapes Mingyu’s lips at your words, his hand moving up to push his damp hair from his forehead. “I’m shirtless, does that make you uncomfortable? I just figured since we were just hanging out eating breakfast…I would just be more relaxed.” You shake your head no before nodding right afterwards, your fingers finding your fork amongst your eggs finally. 

“I’m not uncomfortable, I’ve just never seen you shirtless before.” Mingyu watches you drag your eyes from him but smirks when you sneak peeks taking a small bite of egg from your fork. “Well, now you have. Are you disappointed?” You shake your head no quickly and enthusiastically, your eyes meeting Mingyu’s only to look away when he smiles at you charmingly. 

“I…don’t do that, Mingyu.” Your cheeks burn from embarrassment as he grins at you, lifting his hand Mingyu brushes your hair from your eyes feeling how warm your cheeks have gotten. “Do what, baby?” Shy eyes meet him once again, Mingyu’s thumb rubs a small circle along your cheekbone when you sigh, tilting your head into his touch. 

“Make it impossible not to be in…” You falter and Mingyu sucks in a breath stepping closer to you, his hand sliding along your cheek into your hair to tilt your head back so you have to look at him. “Say it, because I’ve been waiting…I’ve been dying to say it for weeks.” 

Your eyes start to close out of fear but Mingyu leans down to brush his lips against yours whispering, “Please, just look at me and say it if you mean it.” Your heart tightens and the butterflies in your stomach dance when he pulls back to meet your eyes again waiting. “You make it impossible to not fall in love with you Mingyu.” 

Mingyu smiles, his canines catching his bottom lip briefly. Lifting his other hand, he runs it along your neck tilting his head in thought. “As do you, Y/N, and I have fallen. I think you know that though.” A whimper slips from your lips causing Mingyu to step in closer to you, he knew how much it frightened you, he had some ideas of why but he wanted to take away all of those fears when it came to him. 

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t hurt you and I won’t leave you. I won’t hurt Mina and I won’t leave her. Those are my promises to you.” Mingyu watches your eyes close, tears collecting on your eyelashes from his words. He hadn’t meant to make you cry, his own heart pounding harder at the sight. “Oh, baby, please don’t cry.” 

You weren’t sure how you couldn’t cry hearing those words from him. They were the words you had been dying to hear but they were also the most terrifying words. You wanted to say them back but you couldn’t find enough strength to breathe much less speak. A small sob is the only sound leaving you when Mingyu lets you lean your head against his chest, your hands resting against his back. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I…” Mingyu’s voice trails off, you can hear the pain laced in his words only making you hold him tighter. Shaking your head you lean your head back sniffing back tears to meet his eyes. “You didn’t upset me Mingyu. I’m just scared, I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know how to handle any of this. I didn’t expect any of this when I met you.” 

Mingyu understood, he never in his life thought he would meet another person who could make him feel like this and turn his world upside down in the best ways possible. “I know, I get that. I feel the same way. We can still take everything slow.” You were appreciative to him for that but you also knew that the glacial pace you had set up between the two of you was building a wall of ice so thick you were afraid it was going to only get thicker if you let it. 

“Thank you, just not too slow. Okay?” Mingyu furrows his brows, leaning down to brush his nose against yours then his lips before muttering a simple “okay”. Your fingers were like live wires against his sides and he wanted nothing more than to pick you up and take you straight to bed but the sound of your stomach growling caused Mingyu to smile. 

“We still have a few days here, and a lot of daylight. Finish eating your breakfast, okay baby?” You nod as Mingyu leans to press a kiss to your cheek, his fingers gliding from your neck when he steps away to take a breath and pick up his own fork. You watch his hand shake slightly, the eggs barely making it to his mouth even as he smiles the entire time knowing you are watching him. 

“Eat, Y/N. We have a few places to go see today if we want to make it to our reservations tonight.” 

You had put on the red dress for dinner tonight, pairing it with a pair of earrings that Mingyu had bought for you. They felt like they cost more than you’d be comfortable spending on jewelry, but the look on his face when he had seen you made it worth it. 

“Why do you make it so difficult to keep reservations?” You laugh softly to his words, Mingyu’s lips brushing against the shell of your ear while his fingers trail dangerously low into the deep v cut of the dress. “I’m sorry, if anything you can blame yourself. You bought the dress.” 

Mingyu laughs, a soft groan following it, his nails raking against your soft skin when your warm breath hits his neck as you speak. “It has little to do with the dress and everything to do with who is wearing it.” You can only smile, your chin tilted up by Mingyu’s fingers so his lips can meet yours in a gentle kiss so he won’t smear your lipstick too much though he wanted to do so much more. 

You found yourself entranced by the man accompanying you to dinner. Though you had been dating him for a few months, it felt fresh that night. His fingers glided along your arm before he dared to reach beneath the table to run that same hand along your knee up towards your thigh with a deep sigh. “We never talked about last night.” 

Mingyu watched your eyes fall to the table, your fingers rubbing together around the stem of your wine glass. “I would say we don’t have to but I think we really do. Interruptions are going to happen for us. I think we have to learn how to get past them, they aren’t a sign that something is wrong with what we are doing. I think that is clear with how today is progressing, don’t you agree?”

You tilt your head and swallow hard, considering his words. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so much you wanted to explain about your reactions but the wine just wasn’t enough. “Mm, I don’t disagree. I like where this is going Gyu. Last night was…the first time I have been touched in a long time. It’s scary to feel like this, and I know I said we’d talk about things.” 

When you laugh, finally looking up at Mingyu, he smiles, reaching out his free hand to brush his fingers across your cheek lovingly, patiently. “We can talk about them when you are ready. I know you said you’d need some liquid courage. I told you, name your poison.” You nod, biting at your bottom lip, glancing to the side before wrinkling your nose. “Tequila, let’s get some on the way back to the apartment. I’m not saying we will talk about it tonight but that way…it’s there for when I am ready.” 

Mingyu laughs while sucking in a breath, his own nose wrinkling to the idea of drinking tequila. “You don’t mess around. Alright, we can do that…whatever you want baby.” When your eyes fall down to the table again Mingyu can’t help but to let his smile falter slightly. “Are you okay?” 

Nodding, you laugh a bit sadly trying to keep back fresh tears at how overwhelmed you feel once again. “You just keep making me feel important and calling me baby. I don’t really know how to process it.” Mingyu smiles once again, his fingers moving to slide into your hair so that his thumb can press against your jaw making you look up at him. 

“I’m trying to treat you exactly how you deserve to be treated. I am loving you, Y/N.” Mingyu watches you sniff back your tears, how you are unwilling to let your makeup run, causing him to smile at how cute you are. “Yeah, well…someone said gentlemen didn’t exist anymore, Mingyu. They hadn’t met you.” 

It was Mingyu’s turn to look down, his cheeks blushing warm, an embarrassed laugh leaving his lips. You wrap your hand around his wrist, lifting his hand to your lips to press a kiss to his palm making Mingyu lift his head to look at you surprised. “I love you, Mingyu.” 

Pulling his hand back slightly, Mingyu closes his hand slowly, taking a shaky breath hearing you say that you love him for the first time. A smile spreads across his lips, Mingyu’s eyes finally meeting yours again. “Say it again?” 

You laugh, Mingyu pulling you closer to him at the table, his lips pressing to your cheek when you whisper that you love him again. “Mm, god. I love you too. Are you ready to go? I am so ready to get out of here.” Mingyu smiles against your skin when you nod, causing him to pull back to look at you to find you biting at your bottom lip. 

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” 

Mingyu holds the bag of alcohol at his side, his other hand resting against the elevator wall while he looks down at you. Your lips slightly smeared from his kisses, he can’t help but to think this is the sexiest he has ever seen you. The red of your lips matching the red of your dress, your fingers clenching at his suit jacket as the numbers count up on the elevator. 

You wanted him to keep kissing you. You almost didn’t care if someone caught the two of you in the elevator but the way he was staring at you, studying you, was almost more sensual. It was as if Mingyu was undressing you with his eyes, plotting out his every move, how he was going to have his way with you. The butterflies in your stomach were dancing in circles, you found yourself wishing you had eaten and drank just a little less at dinner because of your nerves. 

When the elevator stops at your floor, Mingyu links his fingers with yours leading you towards the room. He is quick to get the door open and discard his shoes letting you do the same while he takes care of the alcohol only to meet you in the hall taking you back into his arms. “Do you want a drink?” 

You shake your head no, your forearms resting on his shoulders stepping in closer to Mingyu as he smiles down at you. “No, not right now.” Walking forward, you keep up with Mingyu’s backwards strides towards the bedroom. Your eyes move over his face finally meeting his eyes when he smiles at you softly. 

Mingyu watches you carefully when he traces his fingers along your back upwards towards your shoulders and the straps of your dress. He looks for any signs of discomfort or hesitation; instead you shrug your shoulders inwards as he runs his middle fingers under the satin, causing your dress to fall slightly down your body. 

With his knees hitting the back of the bed, Mingyu sits down, letting you stand between his legs so he can take in what is happening in front of him. A shaky breath falls from his lips when he lets his eyes drop from your face to your dress, the weight of the fabric resting on his fingers as he guides it down your arms and body. 

Your eyes close, your hand reaching out to grab Mingyu’s forearm when you feel his warm breath come close to your chest as your dress pools at your feet. His lips brushing over the lace covering your breast while his hands move to caress your hips. “Gyu…” 

It’s only your soft voice that brings Mingyu back, his eyes glancing up at you to find you looking down at him. “Yes?” Mingyu watches a smile spread across your pretty lips, your hand lifting to run across his cheek before you lean down to kiss him taking his breath away like you had so many times before. Only this time felt different, this kiss was different. Mingyu groans softly into your mouth, his hand gripping at your side when your hands slide to his chest up to his shoulders to push at his jacket. 

“Off…” The word is practically moaned against his lips, causing Mingyu to furrow his brows together and nod. His hands move from your body, a breathless sound escaping him when he pulls from your kiss to shrug his jacket off, tossing it to the floor. You smile, shaking your head at his enthusiasm, your fingers moving to his tie to loosen it while his own fingers work the buttons of his shirt open much quicker. 

“God why did I wear so many clothes?” Mingyu grins when you laugh at his words, his head leaning back to allow you to pull his tie from his collar and drop it to the floor before his shirt quickly follows it. “You are so handsome Mingyu. Oh my god…I wanted to tell you that this morning.” Shaking his head, Mingyu feels his ego inflate and his cheeks burn while he slides his hands around your body towards the clasp of your bra, his lips pressing to your stomach to leave gentle kisses. 

Speaking between the kisses, Mingyu sighs against your skin only glancing up when your bra slips from your shoulders so he can lean back removing it from you completely. “I’m a fool for you baby. Holy shit…look at you.” Your face is hot from his words, your fingers moving to brush through his hair while Mingyu leans forward pressing his lips between your breasts, letting your bra slip from his fingers. 

You feel your knees go weak from the feeling of his mouth, Mingyu’s soft lips gliding over your flesh as he takes care to not leave a single inch of your breasts untouched. His fingers gently massaging while his tongue laps around a nipple, Mingyu groans, feeling your hand tremble in his hair. He can hear your breath hitch and feel how your body pushes towards him. It’s only when you whine out his name on a breath does Mingyu pull back to look up at you, his brows knitting together. 

“Oh baby…you can’t say my name like that.” His words cause you to laugh, Mingyu’s hands sliding along your sides to your hips while he guides you to step out of the pooled fabric at your feet so he can stand up in front of you. Your own hands moving to tug on his belt, Mingyu’s eyes drop to your hands only for him to lean his head back in a silent curse briefly. 

As your hands work, you speak softly, feeling Mingyu’s thumbs draw circles on your skin. “Why can’t I say your name like that?” Your eyes glance up bravely, but when you meet Mingyu’s eyes finding him staring at you, an intense look in his eyes, you glance away biting at your bottom lip. “Because you sound needy, and when you need something…I want to give it to you.”

Mingyu’s words cause your hands to falter, his pants undone, you slowly let out a breath when he wraps his hands around your wrists lifting your arms to his chest causing your gaze to follow. “So, why don’t you tell me what you need.” You open your mouth slightly to try to answer Mingyu’s question but find it impossible to speak, one of his hands sliding along the back of your arm to your side while the other moves to your face cupping it lightly. 

A smile spreads across Mingyu’s features watching you struggle to think, you were so beautiful, so soft under his hands but he wanted to hear it. He could guess, and in the future he might do that but right now he needed the words more than anything. “Come on beautiful, tell me what you need.” 

You walk backwards, letting Mingyu guide you until you feel your legs hit the bed, his hand moving to the back of your head so that as he lowers you to the bed you don’t fall too quickly. “I can’t think straight. I..oh my god, Mingyu, you aren’t real.” Your words cause Mingyu to laugh, his knee resting between your legs hovering over you, a hand back in your hair. 

“I’m real, and I’m so fucking in love with you. Tell me that you want me to make love to you and I will. I’ll do it all damn night long if you’ll let me. I’ll worship you in this bed, Y/N.” Mingyu watches you smile, your eyes closing shyly causing you to turn your head to the side only to be stopped by Mingyu. “Ah…don’t be shy with me, not anymore. Please, baby?” 

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to be able to do that, just turn off being shy especially when the man of your dreams was saying such incredible things to you. Fear was ever present in your mind, fear that he would leave after all this was done. But one look in his eyes told you that those fears and the man you were afraid he could be wasn’t in the realm of possibility. “I love you, Mingyu.” 

Mingyu sees tears in your eyes again, he hadn’t wanted that, he wasn’t sure where that was coming from. You watch his face fall only for you to shake your head whispering, “it’s okay, I’m okay. I’m just really happy.” Your hand slides along Mingyu’s jaw, his lips brushing against yours while you whisper the words, he nods understanding when you finally speak again. “Make love to me, I need you.” 

A shiver runs through Mingyu, perhaps because of your words or your touch but either way a breath gets caught in his throat when he nods. Leaning back, Mingyu runs his hand over his head pushing his hair back and takes a breath to calm himself while his eyes scan over your face and body. You were licking your lips, you were waiting for him and he wasn’t going to make you wait much longer. 

You watch Mingyu slide from you only for a moment, he kicks his dress pants off, his hands sliding to his briefs causing your breath to shallow. You could see how large he was and all you could think was how long it had been once again but his words bring you back to the present. “I’ll be right back.” 

With brows furrowing you watch Mingyu head into the bathroom, the door ajar. The sounds of him rummaging through his bag giving you a moment to breathe while you run your own fingers over your stomach to your underwear when you decide to lift your hips and push them down, taking them off. You weren’t sure if he had wanted to do that but they were becoming uncomfortably sticky with arousal at your anticipation. 

Mingyu stood in front of the mirror for a moment, the foil square in his hand while he took a deep breath. He didn’t want to keep you waiting but this was all very real now. Nodding to himself, Mingyu turns back to the door then stops in his tracks when he sees your bottom half exposed to him. “Oh…fuck. I was going to…but this is…” Each time he attempted to try to complete a sentence it was as if his brain misfired making it impossible. 

With a few quick strides Mingyu finds himself back at the bed, his eyes moving over your body back up to your face where you look up at him pressing your lips together nervously. “You are perfect. I was just getting this.” Your eyes find the silver square between your fingers causing you to laugh but you know there is time for conversation later, instead you nod and reach for Mingyu. 

He didn’t have to be told twice, your hand extended towards him was enough for Mingyu to toss the condom on to the bed and for him to lay back over you, his lips meeting yours gently. When you let out a soft whine into his mouth, feeling his leg meet your bare folds, Mingyu closes his eyes tightly, leaning his head against your forehead, a smile forming on his lips. 

“You stay…right here.” Brows furrowing you start to ask where he thought you were going to go and where he was going again but before you have time to ask Mingyu’s lips are back on your skin working kisses down your body. You arch off the bed when he reaches your stomach, your breath quickening because you know where he is going now. “Oh my god…”

He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already moaning, Mingyu was in heaven. His fingers slid along your thighs when he reached your legs so he could part them. His eyes were having a battle between watching your face and what was in front of him. In the end his breath was taken away by all of you, how wet you were, how much you clearly needed him. 

“Fuck baby…you are so pretty. I’m gonna take care of you.” You only manage to nod, your fingers sliding along your stomach finally reaching Mingyu’s hair when he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of his fingers parting your folds causing you to moan out his name, Mingyu groans against your skin finally running his lips across your wet slit. 

You can’t help but bite at your lips, feeling his tongue sliding between your folds. The warmth of his mouth is almost overwhelming but it doesn’t prepare you for the feeling when Mingyu’s lips wrap around your clit. “Oh fuck, Mingyu.” You feel the need to close your thighs but find it impossible with him between them. Mingyu only smiles slightly, sucking gently at the small bundle of nerves, a groan escaping his lips at the taste of you. 

When your fingers tighten in his hair, Mingyu slides one of his hands closer, turning it palm up, his eyes opening finally to watch you as he gently pushes his index finger into your pussy. He is slow and patient, letting your body adjust to the feeling but when you roll your hips towards him, Mingyu furrows his brows. The feeling of your soft walls pulsing around his finger causing his cock to jerk and pre-cum to leak against the front of his briefs. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” You can’t help but to whine at Mingyu’s words, your free hand lifting to cover your face out of embarrassment. “Mmm, baby, don’t. I wanna see your face, please?” Your hand slowly lowers, along with your eyes to find Mingyu’s eyes on you. His lips pressing to your mound in a soft kiss as he adds a second finger causing you to moan out his name a bit louder. 

“God…you sound like an angel.” Mingyu watches you struggle to keep your eyes on him, his tongue flat against your clit while your hips roll towards his mouth and fingers. A smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, Mingyu turns his attention back to your body completely. You feel the pressure of your orgasm building when his fingers curl upwards and his mouth latches on to your folds, alternating between licking and sucking. He was determined to send you over the edge almost as if he could tell you were right on the precipice. 

“Oh…oh Gyu, gonna…” Nodding, Mingyu groans against your folds, pushing his knee into the bed so he could lift his body slightly, and in turn, your hips against his mouth. You had no chance in holding back your orgasm as it hit you in waves, each thrust of his fingers like another shockwave causing your thighs to quiver around Mingyu’s head. 

Mingyu lapped at your cum, his fingers gently sliding from you as you came down from your first orgasm. His free hand moving to run along your outer thigh soothingly each time your legs jerked from sensitivity when his tongue would tread too closely to your clit. “Fuck, Gyu…please? Need you.” 

Eyes closing at your words, Mingyu groans against your now swollen folds before pulling away to look at you. Your hand sliding along his temple until he is out of your reach, you watch him slide off the side of the bed to push his briefs down his legs. “God…” A single word from you causes Mingyu to laugh, his cheeks burning from how his ego is boosted but also from some embarrassment. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, there was so much to take in. From his handsome face, glistening with sweat, his mouth and chin wet with your arousal, to him now being completely naked in front of you. Mingyu watches your breath quicken causing him to furrow his brows wondering what is going on in your mind. “Talk to me…do you still want me?” 

A smile spreads across your face when he even has to ask, extending your hand you take his hand into yours pulling him back towards the bed as you speak softly. “More than anything in this world…” Mingyu sighs happily, a smile matching your crossing his face as he hovers over you, his knee resting between your legs. His right hand moved to run along your neck up to your face to cup it in his palm so he could lean down and press his lips to yours almost possessively. 

It feels like you are melting into him with the kiss, the way his tongue glides along yours. The feeling of how your thoughts fade into nothing but him. Mingyu groans into the kiss, finally pulling away to reach for the condom. You watch him curiously when he uses his teeth to tear it open. His eyes meeting yours even as he reaches between your bodies to roll the latex over his length letting out a small groan to the feeling. 

All Mingyu can think is how this is happening, how you are his and how much he wants this to be perfect for you. His hand slides along your thigh to your knee feeling how your skin erupts with goosebumps under his touch when he pulls your leg up to his hips so he can lay between your legs. “Can I?”

He didn’t have to ask. You smile, reaching up to run your fingers along his cheek, Mingyu leans to press his lips to your palm causing you to let out a small happy sound. Lifting your hips towards him you nod and Mingyu gasps softly feeling you brush against him. “Okay, fuck…god, I love you so much.” The words are almost a whisper on Mingyu’s lips as he pushes into you for the first time, the stretch is intense but the pleasure is even more overwhelming as he takes his time letting you adjust to him. 

Raking your nails across his shoulders, you arch your chest towards his feeling Mingyu bottom out in you. You had thought his fingers made you feel full before but there was no comparison to how full you felt with his cock inside of you. A soft gasping moan escapes your lips but Mingyu is quick to catch your lips and the moan swallows it as if someone else might hear you and claim it as their own. 

His hand on your leg tightening under your knee, his thrusts steady, slow, and deep making you see stars. Mingyu relishes in the feeling of your nails and fingers on his skin. How you would start to scratch him but quickly seemingly realize and cling to him instead. He makes a mental note to let you know it would be okay in the future to leave marks on him, ones the kids couldn't see and he wonders if you’d be okay with the same. 

Pulling from the kiss, you press your head back against the pillows moaning Mingyu’s name. His eyes follow your face, his cock twitching heavily inside of you as he feels you tighten around him almost impossibly tighter. You were getting close to your second orgasm and he wasn’t going to stop until you fell over that edge for him again. 

“So good baby. You feel so good. Wanna make you happy.” Mingyu’s words make you smile briefly before your lips fall open in another moan when he hits your spot perfectly and your nails dig into his biceps. “There, there…” You could barely get the word out but Mingyu understood, his hips angle perfectly and your legs begin to tremble when he sends you over the edge for the second time that night. 

Feeling you cum around him for the first time, Mingyu groans burying his face against your shoulder, his lips connecting with your soft skin in sucking kisses. He wanted so much to capture the moment and keep it forever but the feeling of his own climax was too overwhelming as it overtook him. He had been trying to keep it at bay for so long that when you clenched around him like you had he lost himself in you. 

A soft groan against your chest, Mingyu cums hard into the condom making you gasp as you feel the warm filling up the latex. You find yourself wishing he hadn’t used one but he hadn’t known you were already on birth control and you couldn’t blame him for being so safe the first time. 

Running your hand through his hair at the nape of his neck, you try to calm him down while you do the same. Mingyu’s lips brush over your breast before you feel him smile on your skin then hear him groan lightly when he pulls from you shaking his head. “Dear jesus…I don’t think I’ll be able to walk later.” 

A laugh slips from your lips, your fingers falling from his when he moves from the bed to take care of the used condom only to turn around and stare at you in wonder. “What?” You laugh out the word making Mingyu grin at you, his fingers sliding along your cheek, his brows furrowing. 

“I’m just really fucking lucky and I…really love you.” Your hand wrapping around his wrist you feel your heart beating faster in your chest. Leaning to press your lips to his palm, you close your eyes and smile against his hand. “I love you too, Mingyu.” 

Those were the only words he ever needed to hear from you. The only words that mattered. Smiling like a boy in love for the first time, Mingyu laughs softly to himself, his fingers playing with the end of your hair before he pulls away and sighs. “I’m gonna get a drink, do you want anything?” He watches you look up at him for a long moment, something clearly on your mind before you finally sit up slightly in the bed and nod. “Um…yeah, Tequila.” 

Your words cause him to pause, Mingyu nods letting out a slow breath realizing what it meant. “Yeah, I can get that.” He leans to kiss you softly once more before picking up his robe, putting it on leaving the room and you alone for a few moments. 

Swallowing hard as you look around the room at the scattered clothes, you can feel the empty feeling between your legs knowing he won’t be the only one finding it difficult to walk later. Sighing, you smile and slide from the bed picking up the clothes to place them on the chair, grabbing your own robe, slipping it over your shoulders just as Mingyu comes back into the room.

“I wasn’t sure how much you would want…so I thought, fuck it.” When you laugh seeing two glasses in his hand and the entire bottle of tequila, Mingyu grins at you moving back towards you and the bed watching you climb back on to it. Letting you take the glasses from him, Mingyu sits beside you and tilts the bottle towards the cups, letting the amber liquid fill them halfway. 

“Thank you.” Your softly spoken words cause a smile to spread across Mingyu’s lips, his eyes meeting yours after placing the bottle safely on the end table and taking one of the glasses from you. “Of course, I have to warn you. I haven’t had tequila since college. I can’t be held responsible for the bullshit that might come out of my mouth if we drink more than two glasses.” 

His playful attitude helps to keep you calm knowing what you are about to talk about. Leaning against his arm, you shake your head and bring your glass to your lips.You take a sip and immediately make a face at the burn you feel going all the way to your chest. Mingyu follows suit cursing under his lips only to take another sip shrugging his lips finding a taste for the alcohol. “Not too bad, pretty smooth actually.” 

“You are going to get drunk if you start that.” Smiling, Mingyu leans to kiss the side of your head with a shrug watching you take another small sip. “I’ll be good, besides this is your bottle.” He was right, you had asked for it for a reason. Sighing you nod and furrow your brows, taking a larger drink and making a face. “It is…I know this might be a weird thing to talk about after what just happened but for some reason it also feels like maybe the right time.” 

Mingyu nods, he wasn’t going to force you to talk about it but if it felt like the right time, then it was. Meeting his eyes briefly you only chew on your cheek before looking down at your cup tilting it to watch how the liquid slowly moves while you speak. “Mina’s dad and I met when I was pretty young. We dated for a long time so when I got pregnant, we were both surprised but also…I thought happy.” 

Your fingers shake slightly but a quick sip of your drink seems to steady your nerves allowing you to continue. “Uh, my mom never liked him. I should have known that we wouldn’t work by that but when you are younger you don’t really want to listen to your parents. So when I told him I was going to have our baby, he was shocked but said he’d take care of us.” 

Mingyu watches you carefully, the way your voice goes from strong to shaky. How you take a sip of your drink only for your hand to steady until you reach the bottom of your glass. Leaning to the side to pick up the bottle, Mingyu adds more to your glass making you laugh out a small thank you. Your eyes are barely brave enough to glance up to meet him. 

You find yourself afraid of how he might think about you or possibly Mina hearing your story. “I just don’t want you to think poorly of me, Mingyu. I know I was young and stupid…” Hearing your voice break, Mingyu tsks reaching up with his free hand to turn your face towards his, brushing his lips across yours while he speaks. 

“I could never think poorly of you. You are the strongest person I know and I don’t even know half the story…what I do know is that you are one hell of a mother.” 

Your eyes closing, you push back tears only to nod and pull away from his lips with a laugh. “I didn’t think I would be when he left. I was literally packing the hospital bag. I tried to call him to tell him I was in labor. I was so scared because it was so painful…I didn’t know how to get to the hospital without him. He didn’t even answer the phone. All I got was a text message that said, ‘I can’t do this. I can’t be a dad. I can’t be a husband’.” 

Mingyu’s brows furrow, his fist tightening around his cup hearing how your ex had ended the relationship and the situation he had left you in. “I didn’t have the job I currently have. I was a waitress. He was the one with the job, while I waited tables and I was in school. I didn’t even have my car at that time. So I ended up calling my mom and of course she came and got me. She was with me when Mina was born. Mina has never met her dad, I have no idea where he even is. He’s never reached out to even meet her.” 

When you laugh lifting your cup to your lips, tears running down your cheeks, Mingyu frowns deeply. He couldn’t understand how any man could do that to someone he was supposed to love and to someone he was having a child with. When you finish the tequila in your glass and reach for the bottle by leaning over Mingyu he shakes his head sitting his own glass down in place of pulling you into his arms. 

Feeling you tremble in his arms, Mingyu closes his eyes and holds you close, letting you cry while he tries to stay strong for you. “You weren’t stupid then and you aren’t stupid now, Y/N. You trusted the person you loved and thought that person loved you in return. There is nothing stupid about that. If anyone is a fool it is him for giving you and Mina up, but in a way I’m glad he did.” 

You bury your face against his chest, a small sigh on your lips at his words letting him speak. Your fingers brush gently against his side while Mingyu’s fingers work through your hair. “I’m glad because now…I’m the lucky one to have you and Mina in my life. Amy and I are so lucky to get to spend any time we get with you and I know I won’t take that for granted.” 

“You aren’t real, Mingyu.” You feel his chest rise in a laugh, Mingyu’s fingers pulling your hair to the side while he leans down to kiss your temple. “I’m real, baby, and you are so fucking strong. Think seriously about everything you just told me. You were in school and you went from that to your career where now you have worked your way up in the company and you have made a life for yourself and Mina. I’m so proud of you…one day, Mina will look back on what you’ve done for her and if she thinks you are her hero now, god just wait for the moment she understands it all.” 

Mingyu feels your tears on his chest, he knew it was a mixture of sadness and probably a hundred other emotions when he heard you let out a soft sob. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry more.” Shaking your head you laugh leaning back to rest on his shoulder, lifting your hand to push away some of your tears and makeup. “You have no reason to be sorry. I’m not exactly sad, I’m just overwhelmed. I don’t talk about this, about Mina’s dad…but you actually made me feel like I’m okay.” 

Smiling softly, Mingyu lifts his hand to wipe away some of your tears. “Because you are, baby. You are more than okay, you are amazing and I love you so much.” You laugh leaning against his touch letting out a shaky breath before meeting his eyes as he gives you a charming grin that causes you to melt. “I love you too, Gyu. Thank you.” 

You wake up to the warm feeling of the sun hitting your face. Taking a deep breath you instantly can tell you had too much to drink the night before and you feel the ache in your hips but one glance to your right causes you to smile. Mingyu snores softly, his lips parted just enough to allow some breath to slip though. 

Turning on your side, you rest your head against your arm and watch him for a moment taking in how handsome he is in the morning light. The same light that warms your bare back allowing you to take in a calming deep breath. It was your turn to let him sleep in, so as much as you wanted to curl up in his arms you resisted, opting to slide out of bed and tiptoe towards the bathroom closing the door with a small squeak. 

Turning on the shower, you let the steam quickly begin to fill the room while you leaned against the counter running your fingers over the places you had been kissed before. Mingyu had left no marks but the effect still lingered. A smile crosses your face as you shiver, your fingers trailing along your neck before you pull your hand away all together in place of turning towards your waiting shower. 

With a soft groan, Mingyu wakes up to the sound of distant running water. Reaching his hand out for you, he furrows his brows a pout taking over his lips when he doesn’t find you next to him. He had wanted to pull you against him and bury his face against your hair. He wished you hadn’t gotten up before him but as he woke up Mingyu realized the sound of water was you in the shower. 

Leaning up to his elbow, the other hand running over his eyes, Mingyu looks at the bathroom door curiously. His feet hitting the floor a moment later making his way towards the sound and you. “Y/N?” His voice is quiet and gruff from sleep and the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before so he isn’t surprised when he pushes the door open and you can’t hear him over the water hitting the shower floor. 

Mingyu’s eyes walk the distance of your body, how it’s arched while you lean your head back in the stream of water. He knows he probably should let you know he’s there before doing anything else but you are like a magnet and he’s pulled to you so quickly. 

You jump, feeling his hands sliding along your stomach when Mingyu joins you in the shower. Your head lifting to look at him surprised only to find him smiling at you, his thumbs rubbing circles along your hips. “Morning, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Water runs down your face causing Mingyu to lift one of his hands, wiping some of it from your temples to keep it out of your eyes. “Morning, Gyu. I thought you’d sleep a bit longer. Did I wake you up?” You can’t help but to smile at his touch, the one you had been craving since you had woken up but had been afraid to take for your own. 

“The water did but it’s okay. The bed was cold without you. I hope you don’t mind that I joined you.” Mingyu watches you shake your head until he steps in closer and you feel his erection brush against your hip causing you to glance down and back up curiously. A smile spreads across your face when Mingyu groans softly wrinkling his nose. 

“Ah…well two things. It’s morning and you look so pretty. God especially in the water, it’s running down your body.” You note how his voice almost trembles when his finger traces a droplet of water between your breasts. Your eyes follow his tongue along his lips when Mingyu has to take in a deep breath clearly trying to keep himself calm in case you deny him. 

He starts to speak again but your hand wrapping around him stops him before he can start. Mingyu’s fingers grasp on to your sides, a soft breath leaving his lips before he locks his eyes with yours and laughs quietly. “I...want you so fucking much. God, Y/N…” 

Twisting your hand you let your thumb press against the underside of his head while your fingernails gently scratch his shaft causing Mingyu’s knees to buckle slightly. “You want me in the shower?” His lips parted, water dripping from his hair, Mingyu whines out a ‘yes’, his left hand moving to grab at your ass lifting you slightly. 

“Yes, your hand feels so good but god I wanna be inside you again. I can get a condom…” When Mingyu starts to move from you, your grip tightens slightly around him causing a low groan to fall from his lips. Pre-cum coats your fingers only to be spread back along his thick cock which each stroke of your hand. “I am on the pill, Mingyu. If you want to get a condom because that’s what you want that’s fine but–” 

Mingyu’s hand slides along your neck, his head leaning down so his lips can claim yours even as you speak. Your words seem to cause a flip to switch in him, Mingyu’s hand drapes over yours around his cock while he walks you towards the shower wall until your back is flush against it. “Fuck, where do you want me to cum then?” 

Mingyu’s mouth drops to your jaw, his hand moving yours over his length slowly waiting for you to answer him. He knew where he wanted to cum but he would do it wherever you wanted him. Your cheeks burn at his question, it had been so long since someone had spoken to you like this. You had gone from 0 to 60 with Mingyu but you didn’t want to slow down. 

“Oh my god…I…inside me. I want you inside.” You feel the vibration of the groan against your throat when Mingyu practically growls at your words. He moves your hand from him in place of pinning your hand to the wall next to your head. His eyes meeting yours as you wrap your leg around his hip and feel him press his tip to your entrance before slowly pushing into you. 

It felt different than the night before. Not just how he felt inside of you but the intensity of his thrusts, the way his mouth moved over your skin as he tried not to leave a mark causing you to whine his name. Lifting your hand you push his head lower to your breast arching your chest towards him.

 Mingyu’s fingers dig into your skin when his mouth latches to the soft skin. You breathe quickening when you feel him make the first mark. Your nails scratching over his scalp when his teeth graze your nipple sending a wave of pleasure through your body. The ripple effect causes you to tighten around his cock, Mingyu squeezing his eyes closed even tighter and feeling his climax building. 

 “Oh my god, Gyu…more.” His eyes lift to look at you when you beg him for more. He wasn’t sure what you wanted more of but at the same time he wasn’t sure if you even knew. The look on your face was driving him crazy, you were so lost in him. 

Your nails finally scratch along lower back to his side, a low groan escaping Mingyu’s lips. He knew that would leave a mark, a smirk on his lips when he latches to your other breast sucking hard at the skin. The sound of your breathy moans fill the shower and Mingyu finds himself falling over the edge sooner than he had anticipated. 

His brows furrowing, Mingyu rests his forehead against your shoulder, thrusting up into you hard. His cum begins to drip on to the shower floor beneath the two of you with each movement. “Fuck…you haven’t…” He doesn’t finish his sentence but you smile running your hand over his head shaking your head. 

“That’s okay…it’s okay!” You were fine with not finishing but clearly Mingyu wasn’t. His cock slipping from you, he replaces it with his fingers slowly fucking his cum back into you watching your mouth fall open in surprise and pleasure. “Oh my god Mingyu!” 

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, angling them he reached for that soft spot curling his fingers inward causing you to cry out his name again. “That’s it…shit. You are so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” 

That wasn’t something someone says in real life, you think to yourself only imagining how you might actually look. Mingyu’s fingers are buried inside of you, his cum mixing with yours before it falls to the shower floor only to be washed away. Your thighs tremble while your hands cling to him, relying on Mingyu completely to keep you standing. 

Mingyu captures your lips with his own swallowing your moans, his fingers moving to rub circles around your clit. He slowly lowers your leg to let you lean against him and the shower wall. His free hand holds your body tightly, feeling you begin to shake coming down from your orgasm. “It’s too much…” 

Your hand wraps around Mingyu’s wrist prompting him to slide his fingers from between your legs in place of holding your hip. His lips brush yours once more before he smiles, nudging your nose with his own. “You okay?” 

Nodding, you laugh a bit tiredly letting him help you move back under the water to wash away the morning. His larger hands move over your body carefully even as you lean against him enjoying the feel of his touch and the warm water. “I’m more than okay, Gyu.” 

Over the next day the two of you had found a pattern that you were almost afraid to lose knowing your trip was coming to an end. It was New Year’s Eve and you were wearing the last of the dresses you had packed. A long sleeved, satin green dress that reached the floor. The dress was more revealing than the others, with a deep v that rested at your sternum and a slit that ended at the top of your thigh. 

Mingyu had watched you get dressed, your shyness with him all but gone in the passing days. Running a hand over his mouth he moves to run his fingers up your back securing the zipper of your dress before leaning to press his lips to your neck causing you to smile at the feeling of warmth that spreads through your body. “This is my favorite dress.” 

A laugh escapes your lips, his hands moving around your body to dance along the v cut of your breasts daringly. “Mm is that so? I was afraid to wear it before. You don’t think it’s too much? I had to put makeup over a few spots on my chest so I could wear it.” 

Mingyu’s eyes lift to your fingers adjusting your dress, a small purple spot barely visible under the green satin making his pants already begin to feel tight. “It’s perfect. You are perfect.” He wasn’t sure how he’d let go of you. Not having you in his bed every single night. Linking his fingers with yours Mingyu led you out of the apartment and down to the car and out to one final dinner. 

He had put so much care into planning only to find that when it came to the actual moment they set the two of you at your table he couldn’t care less about all his well made plans. Instead Mingyu spent most of the night watching you, listening to you talk, leaning in to feed you or to kiss you. He was finding any reason for the night not to end. 

You were almost overwhelmed with how much you had let yourself fall for him. Each brush of his fingers through your hair sent a wave of electricity through your hair and you found yourself wishing there was a way to turn back the time and start the trip over. You wanted the entire trip to be like this. No shy moments, no walls getting in the way. You wanted to get lost in his touch and in his eyes from the first moment. 

Mingyu smiles hearing the others in the restaurant begin to count down. Setting the champagne in his hand to the side he instead leans towards you to brush his fingers along your neck, meeting your eyes. Whispering ‘three, two, one…Happy New Year, sweetheart”, Mingyu takes your breath away with a kiss. 

You could recall being a child making up foolish ideas of meeting prince charming, sharing a New Year’s Eve kiss that would change your life but you never thought you’d actually have it. Now, your fingers circling Mingyu’s wrist, his tongue gliding along yours while most people in the restaurant cheered celebrating the coming of the new year, the two of you had lost yourselves in one another one again. 

Mingyu laughs hearing the sound of the camera pulling from you to look at the man who grins at him offering him a business card and a wink. “You are a stunning couple. That might be my favorite picture of the entire night.” 

Your cheeks were on fire, a laugh escaping your lips as the man walked away and Mingyu looked over the card only to pocket it a moment later. His hand finds yours once again to bring your fingers to his lips. “I love you so much, Y/N. I wish this would never end.” 

Nodding, you swallow hard wondering how much would really change once the two of you flew home. How much life would take over and how much you could keep going. Mingyu, seeming to sense your anxiety, leans to kiss your cheek then your lips gently before speaking on them. “We will figure all of this out. I’m never letting you go. I’m yours.” 

In the month after leaving New York, much had changed for you and Mingyu. You had gone back to your house and he had gone to his. Mina complained daily how much she missed Amy and Mingyu and you felt her pain more than she could even understand. 

More effort was put into seeing each other from both sides, be that you staying longer at Mingyu’s house after dinner letting Mina fall asleep in Amy’s bed only to let Mingyu carry her out to the car if that meant you got to savor a few more kisses from him. Mingyu shows up at your work with lunch and flowers, the other girls at your office whispering and begging to know more about him. 

It wasn’t until Valentine’s Day when the two of you got another chance to be alone. Mingyu’s mother offered to keep both of the girls so that you could have at least a night to yourselves. You had felt bad about the situation at first but seeing how happy Mina and Amy had been to spend him with her you found it easy to leave them in her capable hands. 

Mingyu had worked most of the day on dinner, all of your favorite things already placed on the table when you let yourself back into his house announcing that the girls were settled in just fine at his mother’s. “That’s great, baby. Come here, dinner is going to get cold.” 

He wasn’t sure when you had time to change but when you round the corner wearing a pink dress that hit your knees, a sweetheart neckline, and the necklace he had gotten for you draped around your neck Mingyu’s breath is taken away. “What? Do I look ok? I just thought…Valentine’s dinner and all that.” 

Shaking his head Mingyu moves to take your hand pulling you towards him lifting his free hand to tilt your head back so his lips can meet yours causing you to smile against his lips. “You look beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.” 

You laugh into the kiss, your fingers tugging at his cardigan before you let out a soft sigh onto his lips. “You are a charmer, that’s for sure.” Mingyu grins at your words letting you slip from his grasp and move to the table. Your eyes move across the dishes as you shake your head. “You fixed so much food, we will never eat it all.” 

“That’s okay, we can save it and eat it with the girls for the next few days. Y/N…” Your attention had been pulled from him and he thought he could wait but after seeing you, it had been impossible. Casually you smile, turning with a small “Hm?” on your lips only to stop in your tracks when you turn to find him on one knee. 

Mingyu laughs at your reaction, how you stop and almost stagger against the table grabbing it for traction. Your eyes falling to the baby blue box in his hand first then the pear shaped ring inside of it. “What are you doing? Where did you get that? While we were in New York?” 

You were so observant, Mingyu thought to himself, his teeth catching his lip. It had been the exact ring he had been eying when the two of you had stopped in front of the storefront that first date night in New York City. He had loved how your eyes lit up looking at it and he had to see it on your finger. “Yeah, but can I ask the questions for a moment?” 

A laugh falls from your lips only to be muffled by your fingers when you bring your hand to your lips. Tears are already slipping along your cheeks while you watch him carefully, unsure of what you were even supposed to do. Mingyu laughs again, shaking his head, taking a deep breath, his own eyes falling to the box before lifting to you once again. 

“I was going to wait until after dinner, but I couldn’t. I’m so in love with you and I’m so tired of the back and forth we are having to do right now. I miss you and Mina every second of every day that I’m not with you both. I know that Amy misses you and Mina too…so Y/N Y/L/N will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” 

Shaking your head, you cause Mingyu to laugh again, his brows furrowing. “No?” At his question you gasp moving towards him to lean down towards him, a soft sob slipping from your lips. 

“What? I…what do you mean no? Of course I will. I just…oh my god Mingyu.” Shaking his head at your words, Mingyu smiles, removing the ring from the box to slide it on to your left hand. His eyes follow yours only for him to reach up as he stands to wipe your tears from your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Your laugh makes Mingyu laugh, his lips brushing against yours until you pull his lips flush against yours. Your left hand grips at the front of his shirt tightly until you pull away completely in shock. 

“Oh my god, you asked me to marry you.” 

Mingyu’s hands move to cup your face, his thumbs brushing under your eyes, a soft smile on his face. “Yes I did and you said yes. Did you wanna take that back?” When you smile and shake your head no, your hands wrapping around his wrists, Mingyu grins brightly at you. “I love you.” 

Closing your eyes tightly, you laugh feeling his lips press to your cheek then your lips before you speak against them. “I love you too, so much, Mingyu.”

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[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about Blue Beetle protecting the city from a big bad guy. The fight gets a little out of hand but Jaime is managing to keep the villain at bay. People are screaming and running away, avoiding debris and shrapnel from he fight.

Then Jaime sees Reader, a young mom with a toddler in her arms trying to run away. Carrying her baby makes it harder to run fast but her main goal is obviously to protect her child. However, his opponent is destroying everything around them and the mother and child duo are put in harms way as other civilians run ahead of her.

So naturally, Jaime flies to them and makes a huge shield to protect them from the debris falling. Once it's over, Reader thanks him profusely. She is in tears holding her toddler daughter, who is screaming and crying, to her chest. He tells her it's no big deal before picking her up and flying her to safety. There's not a lot of time for chit chat before he's gone and fighting again.

However, even after the fight is over, he still remembers Reader and her child, and he wants to make sure they're okay. So he searches to crowd of cheering civilians for her and the upset child. They're no there, which in hindsight is a good thing. They didn't need to be around, in danger.

In the days after the attack, Reader makes a thank you video with her daughter and posts it on Instagram. She almost cries again as her daughter giggles plays with a toy. Until she sees her mother's tears and tries wiping them away.

"No cry, mama."

"It's okay, baby girl. Mama's okay." She points to her phone camera and says, "Can you say: thank you, Blue Beetle?"

Her daughter gives a grin, showing off her two teeth. "Tank ooo, Blue!"

She calls the hero that saved her and her mama Blue because she can't say Beelte just yet. Blue just so happens to be her favorite color, evident by the pretty Blue outfit she wears in the video.

Jaime comes across the video and smiles, happy that they're safe. He wants to say something but doesn't quite know what to say. He can't very well give himself away on the internet. So he stays quiet but follows her account, feeling inclined to protect the pair despite not really knowing them.

Idk where this could go but I love this concept 😍

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[madame-fear]

Hi, Amira! For the drabble’s request I had in mind a Modern!Lucerys x Single mom!reader. They study at the same university and one day Lucerys finds her outside campus, sitting on a bench with her babygirl. Reader is struggling with taking care of her daughter while studying, so Luke comes and offers to keep an eye on the baby while she studies. Turns out, reader can’t study anyway because she is too distracted and in love with Lucerys and her daughter. Hope you liked it 🩷

꒰ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : Julia my love! I feel so delighted of seeing your sweet requests as always. 💗 This was so lovely and fun to write, so I really hope you enjoy your reading! 🌹 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 608 (I really need to extend my own maximum of words for drabbles, hm?)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, drabble, friends to lovers (maybe!). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Modern!Lucerys Velaryon x Single Mother!Reader

“Mummy really needs to finish studying this, my sweet girl.”

Your 10 months old daughter cooed joyfully. Her little hands were extended towards you as to play. You struggled with sitting on the bench, holding her on your lap, and focusing on the books for an essay you needed to present in the following week. You had become a mother at a really young age. The devotion you felt for your daughter was immense, you adored your princess — but her father had left both of you completely alone at the most inconvenient moment possible. Not only you studied, but as well you worked hard to provide a secure future for both of you.

Lucerys, a friend you had recently made on the university, and a boy your eyes always fixed their stare in, spotted both of you together from a short distance as he walked around the campus. The young student noticed the struggle you went through trying to perfectly balance your studies, with taking care of your little girl. Luke knew you were both a loving mother and a dedicated student, he could only imagine how hard it must be for you. With soft footsteps, he approached you. Your baby girl’s cooing and the soft words you muttered to her in order to try and manage the situation became louder as Lucerys got near you.

“(y/n)?” Lucerys softly called out with a gentle smile. Your gaze moved upwards to meet with his own, faintly becoming flustered at his presence. Before you could greet back, he continued. “I’ve seen you were struggling with taking care of your little girl and studying.” in a swift emotion, the backpack hanging from his shoulder slid through his arm, and he placed it next to you, sitting on the bench. “May I take care of her for you? I would be delighted, please.”

For a moment, you quietly considered it. Lucerys had younger siblings, so you were certain he would know how to take care of your babygirl. Besides, you did need some help. “Yes, please. I would be thankful, Luke.” you sighed in relief, smiling meekly at him as you held your daughter, and passed it onto his arms. A wide grin formed on his lips as your daughter giggled at the sight of him. Luke placed her on his lap, as you tried to return to your books and gain some focus.

“Hello, little princess.” he cooed at her, using his index finger to caress her cheek. Your daughter giggled, as she stared at him fondly. Your gaze was fixed on the book, but your mind couldn’t help but mindlessly wander at the way he treated your babygirl. “You’re so adorable! You look just like your mummy, don’t you, sweet girl?” the little hand of your daughter took hold of his index finger, as she giggled. Luke gently moved up and down the leg where she sat on top of, playing with her.

Discreetly, you tilted your head to stare at him. They both stared at each other so sweetly, Luke seemed to already adore your daughter as if it were his own. A wide grin formed on his lips, as he babytalked to her, and used the tip of his fingers to tickle her cheek, making her laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of it, helplessly smiling. Gods, you couldn’t even focus on your books. Luke was too much of a sweet boy, almost resembling a proper father to your daughter — it was impossible not to admire him, nearly head over heels. How could you deny the fact that you were falling in love with him?

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[avatar-anna]

Better Off: Series Masterlist

summary: Harry and Y/n are parents at a private school, and they do NOT like each other

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

CONGRATULATIONS LOU!! You deserve every like and follow. Congrats on 1,000!! 🥳 expect two requests from :)

Here’s my first request loves.

Plus-size read x Loki And Bucky/ Sugar Daddy AU 😉

Prompt 38 & 6 and trope 10 please:)

Once again congratulations Lou! 💋✨

Money Can't Buy Everything

Sugar Daddy!Loki x single mom!reader x Sugar Daddy!Bucky

Loki x plus size reader x Bucky

With one missed call, the whole world shifts

Warnings: references to teen pregnancy, age-gap (21 and mid to late 30s), sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied past BDSM, parental abandonment, little bit of angst, idiots in love

A/N: @lokiandbuckysdoll I love you so much!!!!!!!

WC: 2.4k

Minors DNI

6: “I want to have her babies.” 38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” 10: Single parent 6: Sugar daddy!au

1000 Follower Celebration

She hadn’t texted today. And considering that in her rules, she was required to contact them at least once a day, it was certainly strange. 

Bucky stepped into his partner’s office, still staring down at her contact name on his phone. “Everybody out.” He barked, sending the occupants scrambling to leave, none of them keen on incurring Bucky’s well known wrath. Loki sighed, dropping the butterfly knife he was playing with onto his marble desk.

“Is there a reason you decided to interrupt my meeting, Barnes?” His green eyes narrowed at the bulky man who dropped into the black leather chair in front of him. He thrust his phone at Loki as he huffed and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Angel hasn’t called today.” 

Loki hummed, taking the device and scrolling through their recent texts. “She has been quite busy with work lately.” Bucky’s dark eyebrows shot up. “We pay for literally everything for her. She shouldn’t be working, especially if it interferes with our agreement.” He hummed but didn’t say anything in response, just glancing at the scantily clad photo of her Bucky had been sent last night.

“It could be that you kept her up late.” He insinuated, handing the phone back. A faint pink blush spread across Bucky’s cheeks but he quickly covered it up with a cough. “We’ve both pulled all-nighters with her and she was still contacting us the day after. Besides, it was one little photo, nothing else.”

He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair, looking at the photo of her. She was wearing the red lingerie they had bought for her last week, the lace beautifully criss-crossing her thick curves, leaving her tits exposed, the crotchless panties showing her dripping folds. Bucky licked his lips before locking his phone so he wouldn’t get too distracted from the task at hand.

The agreement had been made a year ago when the two heads of Sword Inc., the most successful stock brokers on the East Coast, quickly becoming the most powerful in the country. The two men bumped into the young art major at a gallery opening and were enamoured by her innocent beauty and intelligence. It just made sense.

They wanted someone to spoil beyond belief and she needed the money, and a little bit of attention from two of the most attractive and incredibly sought after bachelors. They gave her everything she could ever dream of, and all they asked in return was honesty, consistent communication, no catching feelings, and an open mind.

A very open mind at that, considering they were two men approaching their forties with sexual frustration coming out the wazzu. But she always followed their instructions, gave them what they wanted.

But now, she had dropped off the radar, her location turned off, no updates to her instagram story. Nothing. And Bucky was starting to get worried. 

“Have you considered it might be her time of the month?” Bucky rolled his blue eyes. “Yeah right, she always texts when she’s riding the red wave. Besides, she’s been busy a lot recently, she could be trying to pull away.” Loki sighed, rubbing his temples, his long black hair falling from the elaborate braids he liked to tie it in. The day was stressful already without his partner disrupting his carefully planned schedule.

Bucky loosened his navy tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “Well you can do what you want, but I’m going to check on her.” “You just want to get laid, Barnes.” He dismissed, turning back to the mountain of paperwork his secretary had dropped off this morning. 

“Well that too but come on, she’s never broken a rule before, she could be seriously hurt.” Loki opened his mouth to respond but Bucky beat him to the punch. “If she isn’t hurt and is just being a brat, you know what we can do.” Images of their angel tied up with a vibrator strapped to her clit as they tortured her with pleasure flashed behind the man’s eyes, his black slacks getting tighter at the thought. 

“Fine but I’m holding you responsible if any of these deals I’m missing today fall through.” Bucky smirked victoriously.

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The kettle was screaming but the woman paid it no mind as she rushed through her small apartment, picking up the mess as she went, trying hard to get as much done as possible while she had the chance. Wearing just a hugely oversized shirt which she stole from Bucky and some biker shorts, she was hardly the picture of sensuality. But she didn’t care how she looked right now, there were bigger things at hand.

She pulled the kettle from the stove, wincing as the steam bellowing from the spout burnt her hand. “Fuck.” She was already so close to tears, having stayed up the entire night, not getting a wink of sleep, as well as receiving a failing grade on a project she had spent months on, and the stress of an upcoming gala Loki and Bucky wanted her to go to next weekend had frayed her nerves.

Fat tears dripped down her cheeks as she collapsed on the couch that also doubled as her bed. Maybe she should break it off with them. Admittedly, they were the most fun she had ever had. They were attentive and sweet and could fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But the stress of being in a ‘relationship’ with them was becoming too much, especially when she had so much already on her plate.

Just as her breathing started picking up, panic truly settled over her chest like an elephant slowly putting pressure on her lungs, there was a firm knock at the door. Quickly standing, she straightened out her stained shirt, trying to at least appear somewhat put together. Another knock urged her on quicker.

“Coming!” She called out, stepping over the pile of laundry she had yet to deal with, her bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor. The woman unchained the lock and swiftly swung the door open, only to be greeted by the two men who she really didn’t want to see in this state. They looked down on her, concern immediately colouring their features.

“B-bucky, Loki! What are you two doing here?” She unconsciously stepped between them and the apartment, blocking their view. “You didn’t call today angel.” Loki stepped forward, forcing her to move one step back. “We were worried.” Bucky continued, stepping around her to enter the small space.

He observed the cheap apartment with disdain, obviously disgusted by the state of it considering how much money they gave her every month. Loki, instead, took their angel in his arms, cupping her plump cheek, thumb rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Are you alright angel? You don’t look well.” Attempting to look away, she swallowed the lump in her throat, tears threatening to escape once more.

“Y-yeah.” She cleared her thrust. “Sorry I didn’t call, I’ve just been really busy.” Turning out of his grip, she walked towards Bucky trying to prevent him from going further in. He eyed the couch, where a pile of blankets and a pillow lay, as well as an old cup of tea on the floor beside it. 

They looked so out of place here. In suits more expensive than the apartment and everything in it, they stood out. They didn’t belong here. Her heart clenched in her chest as Bucky looked at her, clearly not convinced by her words. “Right. So you know that you’ve broken one of our rules. And that means…” He trailed off, letting the young woman fill in the blank.

She lowered her head in submission, avoiding both pairs of blue eyes. “I get punished. But!” Loki tssked, gripped her jaw in his long fingers, shutting her up. “No buts love, you know exactly what you signed up for when we made the rules. And since you are clearly alive and otherwise free, considering your state of dress. You should have called us.” She whimpered and tried to pull away but suddenly, Bucky was at her back, holding her in place.

His nose traced up her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, whatever shall we do with our little rule breaker? Oh I know-“

“Mama!” A little voice called out from the bedroom, a fit of coughs quickly following. She broke out of their embrace and scrambled into the back room, throwing open the door and disappearing behind it. The two powerful men glanced at each other, holding a silent conversation with their eyes before quickly following.

Their angel pulled a little bundle of blankets from the small bed, bringing it to her chest as she gently swayed, shushing as more whimpers rose from it. “You’re ok, bear. It’s alright. Mummy’s here.” She cooed, pulling back the blue blanket from their head. The toddler’s usual babysitter, the old woman across the hall, had gone home to visit her own children so she was on her own.

“You have a kid?” It was Bucky that spoke first, Loki was too entranced by the sight before him. She held the toddler close, eyes sad as they coughed once more, their little lungs straining. She ignored them, instead focusing all her attention on the child who looked so much like her, even down to the smallest of details. 

The room was littered with expensive toys and high brand baby items. It was obvious now, where all their money went. Bucky kneeled and picked up a little stuffed rabbit that he had won for her on Coney Island during one of their dates. It was well loved, one of the eyes missing and an ear hanging on by a thread. He smiled fondly at it, standing back up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell either of you.” She muttered quietly, still urging the child back to sleep. “I couldn’t afford for her to get hurt. I wanted to but then I- I started catching feelings and I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” Her voice was shaky and close to breaking. Bucky approached her, gently placing the rabbit in the little girl’s grasp as she reached from the blanket, getting a contented squeak in reply.

Loki’s arm wrapped around her thick waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, staring down at the beautiful child in her arms. “You don’t need to apologise angel. We understand. Your first priority was your baby. I just wish we could have helped you out more.” He planted a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. 

The baby fussed once more before little snores escaped her lips and her mother moved to tuck her back into the bed, laying a small kiss to her overheated forehead. “Come one, she needs her rest.”

She led them back to the living room. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Bucky cupped her wide hip. “Go sit down, doll, I can take care of that.” Loki took her arm, bringing her onto his lap as he sat on the couch. He hugged her close with a firm grip so she couldn’t escape. “Now, why don’t we start with her name, that seems a good place to begin.”

His angel wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfy as Bucky poured three cups of tea. “Orsa.” A beautiful smile overcame Loki’s features. “A wonderful name. And how old is she?” The girl relaxed, happy to finally talk about her daughter to the men she loved. “She’s turning three in a month.”

Bucky sat on the small coffee table, the wood creaking under his weight, and handing over two of the mugs, taking a sip from his own. “And the father?” She waved him off. “You don’t need to worry about him. High school boyfriend that split as soon as he found out.” He nodded. 

“And what’s this nonsense about what we deserve?” He growled, making her shrink in on herself and bashfully hide behind her cup. “I don’t think you’d want to deal with a single mom who lied about practically everything in order to become a sugar baby to get money to feed her kid and pay for college.”

Loki sighed, letting his head fall onto her back, trying and failing to disguise his laughs. “And what did you lie about my sweet?” Bucky placed his metal hand on her knee, encouraging her. “I have a kid?” “And…” He prompted.

“And…” She echoed, pausing, thinking. “So you aren’t a 21 year old art student from a small town in the Midwest who wants to be a teacher?” Loki teased, voice light and full of humour. “I-“ “We don’t care that you’re a mom, we love you all the same. Maybe a bit more now cause that kid is so darn cute.”

She beamed. “You love me?” Leaning forward, the blue eyed man cupped her cheek gently, pecking her slightly chapped lips. “More than anything.” He whispered against them, pulling away so Loki could do the same. The woman settled against her beau once more sipping from her cup. Bucky made a surprisingly good cup of tea.

“So, I’m guessing that’s why you have been busy.” She nodded. “Orsa’s been sick the past couple days and I’ve been struggling with her and college.” “Ok, so let us help you, I’m sure we are capable enough to take care of both of you. And then, once Orsa is better, you’re moving in with us so we can keep a better eye on you.” Bucky winked.

She tried to object but Loki cut her off. “No arguing angel. Now, how about you sleep for a while and when you wake up, everything will be taken care of.” Slumping against the lean man, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, not having the energy to tell these men no. She’ll put up more of a fight later.

Once she was fully asleep, Loki lounged on the couch, stretching his long legs so that the young woman could rest on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heart. He gazed lovingly down at her, giving a kiss to the crown of her head, laying a hand on her back to keep her in place.

“So, I guess the no catching feelings rule is done for.” Bucky chuckled, picking up her discarded cup to put it down beside him. “I don’t think that rule would’ve ever stayed.” “You’re not wrong there.” He glanced at her once more. “I want to have her babies.” 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. One step at a time.” “Yeah, you’re right, we have to get married first.” Loki sighed. “I should’ve stayed at work.”

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Heat on High

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Singlemom!reader

Warnings: *each chapter will have its own warning* smut, cursing, fire

Part 1: Nice to meet you

While moving into your new apartment you meet your neighbor Bucky and quickly form a friendship

Part 2: Fire Hazard

 After a long shift all Bucky wants to do is go to bed, but when he hears your fire alarm go off he's quick to swoop in and save the day

Part 3:  Cookies

Deciding to thank Bucky for putting out the fire leads to him asking you out

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@gemini-sensei I love the idea of Demetri with Single Mom!Reader where they have a night in together.

Demetri basically tells everyone to leave him alone because he’s going on a date with Reader. He doesn’t want anyone texting him or interrupting their date.

Their date night is just him coming over and watching movies with Reader and her baby. He doesn’t want to put her though a ringer trying to find a sitter. So he just tells her to relax and let him handle pulling all the strings for their date. It’s dark out when he shows up at her place with a whole bunch of movies in hand. She’s all smiles when he shows up, baby in her arms when she opens the door.

They settle in for the night, making a huge pillow nest on the floor of the living room. Demetri helps by wheeling out the baby’s on the go bassinet to the living room for later. He doesn’t want to make her get up when the little one falls asleep.

Once they are ready he orders take out and while they wait Demetri sets up a movie. When the food comes they sit on the floor eating while the baby has tummy time next to them. They softly talk while eating, talking about school and the dojo. Demetri rants about how tedious training is at the dojo while Reader vents about schoolwork and her baby. By the end of it their both full and ready to watch a long movie.

Demetri ends up laying down with Reader, she lays on his chest. Her back against his front while he holds her. They both cuddle for a while before the baby gets whiny. The little one gets hungry so Reader just lifts her shirt up and fishes her tit out. She holds the baby upright and lets them feed. Reader and Demetri just keep watching the movie.

It’s just a sweet night for all three of them to be together.

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eddie x pregnant!reader "eds, im late..." "wdym babe its 8am your not late" "eds..."

Bestie I’m going to be honest incredible embarrassing of me to have taken this long to get to your request I’m so sorry about that but uhm…here it is? Sorry for the wait hon litterally just dropped all motivation when I got a cat because I love him sm???? But also now he’s my little editor😭he’s reading as I type(more like being nosey😞)Anywho enough rambling!!! Tysm for requesting I love the idea sm!!!!(…also maybe did add single mom reader in there because let me tell you…it’s my fav troupe😭)

You and Eddie got together not long after your daughter Eden was born, she was almost eight months old when you first met and a few months later you’d found yourself in quite the predicament, you and Eddie had been practically together at this point with him living in your house and helping you care for Eden.

Tonight however, Eddie has been out forever obviously, with the sudden change everything goes haywire. Eden refused to go to sleep without Eddie there and you’ve only now noticed your period is almost three months late…

Finally when you think all hope is lost Eddie comes home hands stuffed in his pockets, he’s smiling and giggling like and idiot.

“Where have you been?” your brows are furrowed.

“Baby, “he snickers, “I was out getting you a gift!” He pulls his hands from his pocket and follows is a small dainty necklace.

��Oh Eddie it’s beautiful” you use the opportunity of taking the necklace to hand over a cranky Eden and like clock work he settles her almost in an instant and she’s asleep before you know it he’s tucking her into bed before going to shower.

When he comes to bed, you’re nervous so nervous in fact you fall asleep.

In the morning when his alarm goes off on a Saturday, he groggily turns to turn it off and you decide maybe it’s now or never or who knows what you were thinking honestly because the next thing you say is , “Ed’s I’m late…”

“Babe it’s 8am…and Saturday where do you need to go?”

“No Eddie…”

His eyes widen, “have you taken a test?” He’s seemingly wide awake.

“Not yet I haven’t had time” and with nothing else being said at 8am in his flannel pants and band t-shirt, he’s running to the local corner store for a few pregnancy tests.

They’d come back positive and looking back now, as you hold your baby girl in your arms Eden sat between you and Eddie as she sees her new baby sister for the first time, you don’t think you’d change any of it for the world.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I want inspo or something idk😭

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 4

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid single mom!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: mentions of blood, hospital visits, mentions of a seizure, Elijah being a lil shit (in a cute way of course),

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“Where is she?” Steve demanded an answer through gritted teeth.

“She’s resting in her room.”

“Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?”

Steve took the stairs two at a time. He was furious and someone would be paying for this soon enough.

“You had that meeting with Hansen. If I remember correctly you said to not disturb you because you wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Also the doctor was with her anyway.” Bucky said as he followed Steve up the stairs.

Steve didn’t knock, he just slammed the door open. Peter sat at the foot of the bed and jumped at the sound.

“What the fuck?” You said as you walked out of the bathroom. “Can you be more careful?”

“Who did this?” Steve ignored your question and looked from Peter to Nat, who was reluctantly laying in bed.

She had been cornered while she was alone. Now Nat was a good fighter, even one of Steve’s best. She also had gained his trust a long time ago, along with Bucky and Sam. So whoever did this knew her abilities to defend herself and still managed to get the upper hand. That wasn’t good, it meant his people were being watched.

“You know who it was. They were sending a message. If they can get to us, they can get to you.” Nat said between pained breaths. She looked bad. Black and blue bruises all over her face and chest. She had a cut lip and a few scratches as well as one eye shut due to the swelling.

“We’re going to send a message back. Do you know who actually did it?”

“It was Quentin Beck.” That was all Steve needed to hear before he was out the door. Bucky again followed closely behind.

“Do you need anything else Nat?”

“I’d like to sit up a bit more.”

“Sure thing. Peter, come help me.” You moved around the bed and helped her sit up while Peter added some pillows behind her.

“Thanks. Peter, could you get me my gym bag, it’s in the trunk of my car.”

“Sure thing.”

Peter hurried out of the room and Nat looked over at the nightstand and then around the room.

“Have you seen my phone?”

“You didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in.”

“Fuck. Ok, you need to tell Steve they probably have my phone. Go.”

You say a quick ok as you hurry down the stairs and into the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. He’s yelling orders, you can hear his voice by the stairs. It takes you knocking a few times before Sam opens the door. The tension in the room is palpable.

“What?” Steve snaps.

“Nat wanted me to tell you that she thinks they have her phone.”

“Fuck. We have to go now. Someone call Jensen and Stark, let them know they need to burn the phone.”

Everyone starts walking out and you ask them to be safe. You close the door before Steve can walk out and the glare he sends your way would make anyone flinch but you don’t.

“Get out of my way.”

“Listen I know you’re angry but you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Are you serious? One of the people I swore to protect almost died and you’re asking me to calm down?”

“Yes.” You say in a soft and almost sweet voice. “If you go out there blinded by rage how many more people will end up hurt? They’re already pissed enough as it is, you can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

You see his demeanor change slightly. He’s still angry but he’s reigning it in.

“Also if anyone else ends up hurt I’m going to be pissed as fuck.”

The corner of his mouth lifts a little. The smile is barely there but you’ll take it.

“Even if it's me?” He asks.

“Meh- depends on how injured you are.”

He smiles this time but it’s gone just as quickly.

“Be safe out there and make sure you kick some ass.”

“You’ll take care of her for me?”

“You know it.”

Steve nods in your direction before walking out and you sigh. It was barely morning and the chaos of it all was already giving you a headache. But you marched up the stairs again and checked up on Nat one more time before starting on your regular duties.

When your work day ended you waited about half an hour and no sign of Steve or his men. Dom and Coulson both nagged until you left.

You had been asleep for maybe half an hour when your phone rang. With Eli getting worse you were sleeping less. So you were in a bad mood as you answered the phone.

“What?” You didn’t even know who you snapped at.

“I’m sorry for calling at this time but we need you at the house.”

“Coulson? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here. You’ll be getting paid four times your regular pay.”

“Uh- I need… I need a few minutes.”

“That’s fine. Dom will pick you up.” He didn’t wait for you to reply.

“Fuck.” You mutter as you dial Mrs. Fields number and ask her to stay with Elijah.

****

“What the fuck happened?” Your eyes grew wide as you took in the living space. There was blood everywhere. The floor, the walls and the furniture. It’s like the fight had happened right there.

“They just got back not too long ago. No one is seriously injured but we need to get rid of the blood. Boss only trusts you and that you won’t say anything.”

“Of course not. Before I start with the cleaning, does anyone need anything?”

“Probably some steady hands. The adrenaline is wearing off by now. They’re taking care of their wounds.” Coulson informs you as he nods towards Steve’s office.

****

“It’s gonna hurt baby but I’ll be quick.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You hear Bucky say with a chuckle.

“You guys are together?” You ask from the door.

Both Sam and Bucky turn to the door, the latter turning red immediately. Sam just gives you a small smile.

“You didn’t know?” Sam asks.

“Didn’t have a clue, you guys are cute together.”

“You hear that babe, we’re cute together.”

“I knew that already Samuel.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Doing what I always do, cleaning up your messes. But I wanted to check in to see if anyone needed anything.”

“We’re good here but maybe check in on Steve. He’s up in his room. The other guys are in the kitchen.” Sam says and you just nod and leave them be. You can hear them saying sweet nothings to each other and can’t help but smile.

As you walk back out toward the living room you see Clint and Scott on one of the couches. They were beaten and bloodied too and they were getting the couch dirty. You sent a worried glance in their direction but they just waved you off as they rummaged through the first aid kit. On the stairs there were drops of blood everywhere and they led all the way to the third floor, Steve’s floor. It made you wonder how bad it had been and if this was a win or a loss for him.

You knocked at the door, where you could see a smudge of blood on the doorknob. There was no answer so you knocked again and still nothing. Worry settled into the pit of your stomach at the thought that he may be passed out on the floor. You open the door and call out his name but nothing. His clothes are on the floor by the bathroom and you hurry over and knock but don’t really wait for a response.

“Steve, are you o-oh my god! I’m so sorry.” You turn around and cover your eyes when you realize his state of undress.

“Y/N, It’s ok I have sweats on.”

“Still I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to barge in on you like this. It’s just you didn’t respond and I saw the blood so I thought you needed help.” You rushed out.

“It’s really ok, you can turn around now.”

You drop your hand and turn around, he does in fact have sweats on. How had you not noticed? More importantly, how had you not noticed the injuries he had? The longer you stare the more you realize he has tattoos all over.

“What the hell happened?” You rushed over, completely forgetting the embarrassing moment just seconds ago.

“A fight.”

“Yeah but everyone looks like shit. Did you lose?”

“Not really.”

“Well if this is you winning I don’t want to see you losing.” You say as you look up at him. “Let me get the first aid kit.” You turn and head to where Steve keeps the first aid kit. “Sit.” You motion for him to sit on the countertop.

“Why here?”

“Because my back hurts and this will be easier to reach the cuts.”

He just nods and sits where you told him to. Steve’s breathing is even until you touch him around his ribs. You think it’s because there’s pain but he knows better. The light touch of your fingers on his skin sends shivers down his spine and although he’s imagined your hands on him it was never like this.

“Steve?”

“Sorry what?” He looks down at you.

“I think you might have a concussion or some type of head injury.”

“No, I was just thinking about what needs to happen next. I’m fine.” He says but really he was thinking about how your touch would feel everywhere else on his body.

“Ok well this is going to hurt.”

You work silently the next few minutes, cleaning and bandaging him up. During the whole process you feel his eyes on you. Every move you make he watches silently.

“Ok, all done.” You put away all of the supplies and make a mental note to have Coulson refill it. “I should go and get started.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Of course. Call me if you need anything and please rest.”

“Doctor’s orders?” He teases and you level him with your best mom glare. “Fine. I’ll rest. Maybe I should have put you out there to interrogate people.”

“The house would be less bloodied.” You murmur before pointing at the bed. “In bed, now.”

“Ok mom.”

You laughed because he sounded so childish but you noticed the way his eyes softened as you did. Like you instructed Steve laid in bed but grabbed his phone and made some calls. There was more to be done and Quentin Beck still needed to answer for what he did.

You made it home right around noon and were beyond exhausted. You dismissed Mrs. Fields and took a quick shower, thankful that Elijah was taking a nap. Instead of going to your couch you scooped him up and cuddled with him as you took a nap of your own.

The afternoon was spent in a daze. Some sleep, some tv and some food while you stayed close to Elijah. At around nine at night you get a text from Coulson telling you to sleep tight. It was code for don't leave your apartment, which meant that whatever was going on with Steve and his enemies was close to where you were.

For most of the night it was fine. You were watching a movie with Elijah but when you turned to tell him something he was slumped to the side. His breathing was shallow and he was non responsive. You panicked and dressed in your pajamas you grabbed him and your purse in order to get to the hospital.

*****

Steve and the rest of his men had taken up residence in the waiting room of the hospital. Everything had gone sideways in a heartbeat and now they were waiting for news for one of their own. He was already anxious enough but the next few minutes would leave him utterly confused.

“Help! Someone please… he’s not breathing.” Steve heard your voice, frantic and desperate as you walked in through the emergency room doors.

Bucky and Sam immediately got up and stood next to him to see what was going on. The last thing they expected was that you were carrying a child.

“Please, help him! He’s not fucking breathing.”

Your second cry for help snapped Steve into action.

“You,” he pointed at a nurse that was taking his sweet time on the phone. “Get your ass up and help her.” He got in the nurse’s face, his voice low and menacing. “If something happens to him I will end you.”

The nurse looked like he was going to shit himself. He rushed over to you as he called out for a stretcher. He asked you a few things before rushing him in to get Elijah breathing again. Steve had to hold you back from running after them.

“It’s ok, He’s getting help. You need to calm down, sweetheart.” He whispered but you still tried to free yourself from him embrace.

“Please he has to be ok.”

“Hey,” Bucky cups your face and wipes away the tears. “He’s going to be just fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They’re going to do everything they can, Doll. But we need you to breathe. You have to be ok when he wakes up.”

Bucky grabs your hand and places it on his chest and he takes a quick look at Steve who is still holding you. Both of them match their breathing as Steve softly asks you to do the same and eventually you calm down.

“Sweetheart,” Steve turns you around so that he can look at you. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are tear strained. It breaks his heart to see you like this. “Who is that? Is he your little brother or something.”

By now he had pulled you into the waiting room the rest of his men were at. They all knew you so they were concerned at seeing you so distraught.

“He’s my son.” You say in a low sad voice.

Steve was left speechless and so was everyone else. Never in his life did he imagine you to be a mother but a lot of things clicked into place. He silently told two of his men to move to allow you a seat and of course one next to you for himself. Steve never lets you go though, he keeps you tucked into his side but you’re too upset to notice the closeness.

“You have a son? Since when?” Sam asks.

“Since eight years ago.”

“This isn’t one of those situations where your parents died and you had to take care of your little brother so now you’re technically his mom but not really?” Scott asked really fast. Steve shot him a glare over your head.

“He’s my son, my baby ok. I carried him for nine months in my belly. I have the pictures to prove it or I can show you the video of me pushing him out of my vagina if you want. ” You snapped.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re so young.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It’s called a teen pregnancy, look it up.” Then you look at him and frown. “I’m sorry Scott I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Ok that’s enough, everyone out. Except for Bucky and Sam.” Steve ordered, reluctantly the men left.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

He’s called you sweetheart three times in the last few minutes but you don’t say anything. Right now you relish having someone at your side. Sitting alone in the waiting room was always the second hardest thing for you to do.

“Do you need us to call someone?” Steve asks and pulls out his phone.

“No.”

“No? Your parents or your son’s father?”

You give him a humorless laugh.

“The latter broke up with me the minute I told him I was pregnant and the former kicked me out when they found out. So no, there’s no one to call.” You sighed, “Wait, maybe Peter? He knows about Eli. So does Coulson and Dom by the way.”

“I’ll call Dom, I’m sure he won’t mind coming in.”

“Wait, where is Peter? I haven’t heard from him all day.” You look from Bucky and Sam to Steve. None of them would look you in the eyes and you sat up straighter. “Why are you even at the hospital?”

“Sweet-“

“Don’t sweetheart me. Why are you here?” You ask again, cutting Steve off.

“He was shot. He’s currently in surgery, that's why we’re here.”

“Bucky what the fuck.”

“Thanks Bucky, at least you had the decency to tell me.” You glare up at Steve.

“I didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.”

“Family of Elijah Y/L/N?” A nurse calls out from the doorway. Immediately all four of you get up.

“Is he ok?”

“Yes, we got him stabilized and we’ll be moving him to a room. Why don’t you follow me and I’ll take you to him. Only two people at a time though.”

“It’s just me.” You give the nurse a sad smile. You’ve only taken one step when someone grabs your hand.

“And me. Call me when you hear about Peter.”

Steve squeezes your hand to reassure you that he’s there for you. Both of you silently follow the nurse as she brings you to the small room Elijah is in until he’s moved upstairs. The moment you’re behind the closed curtain you rush over to his side. You take his hand and lean down to press a few kisses on his forehead before whispering that you’re there with him. Steve just stands back and watches the scene unfold. His heart aches for you and he wants nothing more than to give you some sort of comfort.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what does he have?” Steve asks after a few minutes of silence.

“The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him or how to help. He’s been sick for about a year. We’ve tried different medicines but nothing seems to really work. He has his good days but recently it’s been all bad days. ”

You struggle to hold back a sob. Elijah’s health has been declining so quickly that you fear it’s only a matter of weeks or even days before you lose him. Steve gets closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You cling to him like your life depended on it. Even with Mrs. Fields there to help you, you’ve always felt truly alone in life. Somehow it felt different with Steve there.

Steve excuses himself for a moment and disappears outside of the curtain. Just as quickly as he left he comes back and wraps you in another hug.

The sound of the curtain being pulled back has you moving away from him. A young man walks in with a tired smile on his face and lets you know he’ll be moving Elijah. He moves around the space efficiently and soon enough he starts pushing the hospital bed down the hallway. Steve places a hand on your lower back and guides you. He doesn’t stop you from leaning into him while the elevator goes up. Your eyes are half closed when Eli is finally set up in a private room. That wakes you up and you’re quick to protest that you can’t afford a private room.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” Steve tells you.

“What? No way. He’ll be fine in a shared room. There’s no way my insurance will cover this.”

Steve cups your face so that you have to look at him. His expression is stern as he looks at you.

“I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. But I will right now. Don’t worry about it, you focus on Elijah. That’s all you have to do, try to rest so that when he wakes up you can be there for him.”

“Fine,” you murmur before looking at the clock on the wall. “I can squeeze in two hours of sleep before I have to be in.”

“Be in where?”

“For work?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve mutters, looking st you completely dumbfounded. He has never met anyone that has made him go through so many emotions in such a small time frame.

“No, I have to work. I need the money.”

“Fuck the money, Y/N. As of this moment you are on paid leave and you don’t come back until he’s out of this hospital.”

You shake your head. “I can’t accept that.”

“Well you don’t have a choice.”

You both start whisper yelling at each other now. Steve grabs you by your arm and pulls you outside of the room.

“I do and I’m going into work.”

“And who is going to be here when he wakes up?”

“My neighbor, she’s his sitter when I’m at work.”

Steve rubs a hand over his face. The situation hits way too close to home. The only difference is that now he has the power to do something and he won’t take no for an answer, even if he knows you’re stubborn as hell.

“If you had to choose between you being here or the sitter being here if money wasn’t an issue, which one would it be?”

“Me obviously.”

“And I’m giving you that opportunity. Please, don’t think about work or about your paycheck. I will pay you, I promise. Just be here for him. I promise you there won’t be anything that will make your kid happier than you being the first person he sees.”

Your eyes well up with tears again as you look from Steve to Elijah’s frail form on the bed.

“Ok, but only for a few days and then I’m back at work. I don’t like just taking money, I have to earn it.”

“For fucks sake woman. How about you take a week and then we’ll talk about it.”

“One.”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“One day and I’m back at work.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“Three,” he gives an exasperated sigh before shaking his head. “Three days and we will talk before you even think about working again.”

“Fine. Also you have to let me know how Pete is doing.”

“Deal. So is this what Peter found out when I had him follow you.”

You nod as you walk into the room. At the other end there was a window seat that doubled as a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket already folded and ready for use.

“I begged him not to tell you.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want anyone to threaten Eli so that they could use me against you. I don’t want to put him at risk, I take a long way home just to make sure I’m not being followed.”

Steve’s hands were on his hips as he listened to you. That wasn’t something you should have to worry about when all you were doing was working to try and give your son a chance to live.

“Why not work somewhere else?”

“Because people don’t like to hire single mothers. Before I started working for you I had to work two to three jobs and I barely ever saw him. When I found the job posting as a maid I just went for it. It was enough that I could quit the other jobs and even get an apartment. But then he started getting sick and well here I am.”

He just nodded. It felt like he was watching memories from his childhood replaying right in front of him.

“I don’t need you to feel sorry for me or anything. I’ve managed just fine.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I admire you even more now.” Steve says. “Get some rest, I’m gonna head back to wait for news on Peter and Dom will be here in the morning. Anything you need he’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you.”

Steve just offers a small smile and walks out.

By day break Steve was already back on his way to the room Elijah had been set up in. He had some coffee and breakfast for you, as well as good news about Peter. Thinking you’d be awake he was already calling your name as he walked in.

“Y/N, the surgery was a success.” He stopped in the middle of the room when he realized you were asleep beside Eli’s bed. He frowned when he saw you hunched over sitting on a chair while holding your son’s hand.

Steve was surprised to find your son looking back at him. He placed the coffee and breakfast down on a table and moved the other side of the bed.

“Hi Elijah, how are you feeling kid?”

“Are you my doctor? You don’t look like one.” Eli asked in a hushed voice as he sized up Steve. He looked frail but tough.

“No, I’m your mom’s friend.”

“Wrong.” Elijah furrowed his brows. “My mom doesn’t have friends. And she doesn’t have a boyfriend either, so you’re not that.”

Steve chuckled but then cleared his throat when he saw Elijah was glowering at him.

“Well I’m sure she does have friends. But anyways, you can call me Steve and I'm your mom’s boss.”

“Oh, and you brought her breakfast?”

“Yeah. Is that bad?”

Eli shook his head. “No, but I’ve heard mom tell Mrs. Fields you’re an ass. So that was nice of you.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that. Elijah was a little copy of you, especially that mouth of his.

“So how are you feeling bub?” Steve sat down as he waited for an answer.

Elijah looked from Steve to you and back. A certain kind of sorrow that no eight year old should ever experience crossed his eyes.

“My tummy hurts and so does my head. But really I’m worried about ma.”

Steve’s eyes softened as they looked your way.

“She’s barely been sleeping. I know she checks in on me while I sleep. And I know that she was probably really scared last night.” His lower lips trembled. “And I’m scared too.”

Steve’s heart ached for this kid. He knew exactly how he felt, having to spend so many nights in the emergency room with his own mother.

“Scared of what?”

“That I won’t get better and then ma is gonna be all alone.”

If mob bosses cried this is where it would happen. Steve had to look away for a moment and compose himself.

“Well, I’m not going to let that happen. I’m gonna make sure you see the best doctors available. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“That you’re not gonna give up. Even when you’re in pain or extra sick, you’re gonna keep fighting.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Steve smiles. “Now, how about you wake her up and I’ll have the food reheated.”

“Ok.”

Steve stood up and grabbed everything. Just as he headed toward the door he could hear Elijah calling you softly. With a look over his shoulder he could see him gently caressing your face.

****

You stirred from your very uncomfortable sleeping position and were greeted with a very happy Elijah.

“Eli.” You smiled as you sat up and stretched. Immediately you felt the ache in your body from having fallen asleep the way you did. It didn’t matter though, your sweet boy was awake and that’s all you could ask for. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.”

“Then let me get a nurse.”

“One already came by. I asked her not to wake you up. She didn’t say much, just that everything looked fine.”

“Ok, well I’ll ask when someone comes back. Did they say you can have breakfast?”

“Yeah, it will get delivered at the regular time.” Eli nods.

“Ok good.”

You smile again at him and stand to kiss his forehead. As you pull back you hear footsteps and assume it’s a nurse.

“Good you’re up.” Steve says as he stroll in. “Got you breakfast.”

You just looked at him for a moment. Surprised by the kind gesture you give him a quick thank you before taking what was in his hand.

“Elijah, this is my boss.”

“Steve, I know.”

“It’s Mr. Rogers to you.” You corrected.

“I told him he could call me Steve.”

“When did this conversation happen?”

“While you were drooling on your arm.” Steve teases. You send a playful glare, the exchange making Elijah giggle.

“How is he?”

“The surgery was a success.”

“Oh good.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

“What surgery?”

You looked over at Elijah wondering if you should tell him or not. “Peter got hurt. He had to have surgery but he’s ok now.”

“Oh, can we visit him?”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

There was a little knock on the doorframe and you all turned to see Bucky and Sam. They both had their arms full of bags and smiles on their faces.

“Good morning.” Bucky said as he walked in and proceeded to dump all of his bags on the window seat. “Hey kid.”

Elijah just looked at you waiting for an explanation.

“Eli, this is Bucky. My friend.”

“But-“

“If you finish that sentence you’re gonna be grounded until you’re 30.”

“You never told me you had friends. Why haven’t I met him before?”

“Because we’re new friends, kid. I also work with Steve and we’re best friends.”

“And him?” Eli motions to Sam who was also placing bags on the seat.

“I’m Sam. I’m also friends with your mom and with Steve.”

“What about Bucky?”

Sam and Bucky look at you to see if you were ok with Elijah knowing.

“Sam and Bucky are partners, baby.”

“Like cops or like boyfriends?” Eli asks.

“Like boyfriends.”

“Ma?”

The tone of his voice let you know he was about to destroy you with whatever he was going to say next. You frowned by m but answered anyway.

“Yeah?”

“If guys can have boyfriends now, you’re never gonna get one.”

Sam, Steve and Bucky started laughing and Elijah seemed very happy about it. Even if it was at your expense.

“Do you want your mom to have a boyfriend?” Bucky asks as he looks at Steve with a smirk.

“Maybe, but he’d have to go through me first. And I’m not gonna make it easy for him.”

“And now you have us and we’ll help you.” Sam adds.

“Ok, I think that’s enough about me. What did you guys bring?”

“Gifts.” Bucky announces with a smile. He moves over to the pile of bags and starts to walk some over to the bed. “These are ‘get well soon’ gifts. From your new uncles, kid.”

Elijah’s eyes were wide as he looked through the bags to find legos, remote controlled cars, a drone, another video game console, more video games and gift cards. He was so excited the nurse had to come in and check on him because his heart monitor was showing an increase in his heart beat.

“Can I keep it?” The question had been directed at you.

All eyes were on you. It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to take these things away, you just wanted Eli to learn that not everyone would be as giving. To not expect everyone to just give him stuff, that sometimes he would have to work for what he wanted. Before you could say anything Steve caught your eye. He nodded with a small smile, silently telling you to let Eli keep everything.

“Of course you can, baby. You heard uncle Bucky. They’re ‘get well soon’ gifts. Now what do we say?”

“Thank you.” Eli beams.

“You’re welcome.”

Bucky and Sam move to sit beside him and the three of them start playing with some of the toys that are already on the bed.

“We’ve lost them.” Steve says jokingly as you walk to stand beside him.

“They’re gonna teach Eli everything I don’t want him to know aren’t they?”

“Yup.”

“I'm going to completely blame this on you.” You quip.

“I’ll take full responsibility. But while we’re here, I had them bring you some things too, so that you can freshen up if you want.”

Steve had started motioning for the other bags on the seat across the room when the monitors attached to Elijah started beeping erratically. He slumped backwards and he was unconscious on the bed.

“Get the toys off the bed.” You tell Sam and Bucky. The four of you move quickly and remove the last toy just as the nurses and a doctor walk in.

“Get them out of here.” A doctor instructs, referring to you and the guys.

Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you out of the room while you fight to stay beside Elijah.

“They need their space to work.” He mutters in your ear.

You stop trying to get out of his hold, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you up at the moment. Steve turns you away from the hospital room and into himself. Your silent tears make their way onto his dress shirt but neither you nor him seem to care.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” A doctor calls out as someone wheels out Elijah. “We are taking him to have some scans done but at the moment we think he may have suffered a seizure.”

“A seizure? But why is it happening?”

“It's only a possibility that it’s a seizure. We’ll do our best to find out what’s going on. We’ll bring Elijah back in about an hour or so.” He says before he walks away.

You just stood there, trying to process what you’ve just been told. This was just another symptom in a long list of things that had been happening to your son.

The men looked at each other unsure of what they should do. It was heartbreaking on so many levels. First, seeing a child so sick and with no answers was enough to soften the heart of most. Second, you yourself were fairly young and having to go through something like this wasn’t easy. Add to it that you were working for a very dangerous man and it added to your stress. Third, you were all alone from what they had learned. Well not anymore, I’m that moment Steve had decided that he was going to be there for you no matter what. He didn’t know that Sam and Bucky had spoken about the matter as well and they were willing to provide you support in whatever capacity you needed it. Whether it be emotional, physical or financial. Right now it was emotional and Bucky was the first to move and bring you into a hug and let you cry into his chest.

3 days.

That’s how long you had been in the hospital. 3 days and still no closer to any answers. Elijah was stable enough to be discharged and around noon Sam was waiting in front of the hospital in an SUV to take you home. He had already packed up everything for you the night before and taken it down to the house, all you had to do was walk down with Elijah and the nurse that was pushing the wheelchair he was in.

“There he is.” Sam smiled as you walked out the main glass doors. “Ready to leave this place little man?”

“Yeah, I just want to go home.”

Sam looks at you confused. The plan was to stop at your place to grab some things and then stay at Steve’s place for a while.

“Baby, we’re only only going to stop by the apartment so that I can get a few things. We’re staying at Steve’s place for a few days so that I can work.” You remind him.

“Oh ok.”

Sam gives you a sympathetic smile and helps get Elijah in the car before opening the door for you to get in. The drive is quick and before you know it you’re in your apartment grabbing a duffel bag and placing some clothes in there for yourself and Eli.

“Y/N?” You hear from the front door.

“In Eli’s room.”

“There you are child. Who is that man that has Elijah? He didn’t let me get close enough to say hello.”

“That’s Sam, he’s a friend from work.”

“My dear, where are you going? Did something happen to Eli?” She watches as you move around the room.

“Nothing new. My boss said I could stay at the house for a few days and keep Eli with me so I’m just packing a few things.”

“What, couldn't he give you the time off?”

“Yes, he was more than willing to give me the days off but I didn’t want to. So we compromised. I’ll see you in a few days ok. Could you lock the door on your way out? And call me if you need anything.” You say over your shoulder as you walk out and head back to the SUV.

****

Eli fell asleep on the ride to Steve’s place. So when you got there you grabbed him while Sam and Bucky grabbed your things. At the sound of Dom’s voice Steve steps out of his office and heads to the living room to find you with Elijah in your arms. God, you looked exhausted.

“Let me take him.” Steve says in a quiet voice as he grabs Elijah from you.

He nods his head in the direction of the stairs and you follow him up. You had agreed to stay on the second floor but he just walked past the hallways and up another flight of stairs, his floor.

“Steve. I thought we agreed that we would stay on the second floor.” You whisper.

“I changed my mind. I want you close in case you need me.”

He gets to the top of the stairs and heads to the left hallway. It’s still on his floor but there’s some distance. Steve nods towards one of the doors and you open it so that he can walk in. The room is huge as most of the other rooms are. This one has been prepared especially for you though. Elijah’s new gaming systems have been hooked up to the tv. There’s a basket with some self care products in it for you. Some new pajamas for both of you and the other things that Sam and Bucky had bought and taken to the hospital. Everything was neatly arranged and all you had to do was rest. This was a dream and it was why you were against it.

Going back to your small one bedroom apartment is going to be difficult. Especially for Eli since you know everyone will want to come by and spend some time with him. Bucky had even started a schedule so that everyone had time to hang out and not overwhelm him. The only type of support you’ve had since he was born was Mrs. Fields and you weren’t sure if it was that you were tired or your honest gratitude or a mixture of both but you wanted to cry. Actually you did cry, silent tears as you watched Steve lay Eli down and tuck him in. You had never seen him be so gentle and you asked yourself why couldn’t he be Eli’s dad. He would be a great father, you just know it.

“C’mere.” Steve startled you out of your daydream as he hugged you. You leaned into it, desperate for any kind of comforting touch. “It’s ok, just let it all out.” He rested his hand on your back and moved it up and down soothingly.

“I’m such a mess, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Why don’t you take a bath and then a nap. It might help you relax. I’ll have Dom send dinner for you both.”

“Oh it’s ok, I can go down and get it.” You say quickly but Steve just shuts the idea down.

“Nonsense. He already volunteered to do it.”

“Ok.”

Steve smiles and turns you toward the bathroom. “Go relax, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You say over your shoulder.

“It’s the least I can do.”

****

Later that night, before Steve goes into his room he can’t help but check in on you. He knocks softly but with no answer he decides to just open the door. The sight causes his chest to tighten. With the light of the hallway he can just make out your form on the bed fast asleep. Elijah clings to you like a koala with his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around him tight. As if he would disappear if you let him go.

Steve has decided then and there that he will do everything in his power to give you the answers that you so desperately need. The best medical team and treatment to make Elijah better and if you let him he’d give you so much more. But he knows you’re stubborn. He also knows that the way to get you to agree to anything is to include Elijah in it. Steve would be lying if he said that little boy hasn’t already stolen a piece of what he thought was his cold dead heart. But like mother like son and you’d both weaseled your way in there even when he promised himself he wouldn’t let something like that happen again.

Ch 5

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linnn!!! hi🥰 i love you smek smek smek smooch smooch mwah mwah mwah MWAH!!! it's almost fathers day <3 and i am thinking so! hard! about single mom reader (when am i not?🤭) 🥰🥰🥰

you bring her over the next workday after the fathers day weekend which is fine because it's mostly paperwork and emailing consultations to precincts everywhere... over the weekend your baby girl worked so! hard! on father's day cards for all the father figures in her life aka all her bau uncles🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 but!!! one card that is a little different from the rest is the one she's giving to your boss, aaronnnn hotchner🥰🥰, who you have a biggg ole crush on and it's definitely not subtle at all🤭 but neither is the crush he has on YOU and you two have smooched like twice in the heat of the moment when jack and your little girl have had sleepovers, but nothing's been made official (yet👀)..... your little girl crawls into his lap and you MELT when he kisses her head so softly🥺🥺🥺 and she tells him "happy fathers day, mr. aawon :3 thank you for being so amazing :D" and you almost WEEP!!! because for rossi, derek and spence, she said happy uncles day🤭 and it makes you so happy that she sees him as her dad because he's such a good one to jack and you're so lucky to have him be a father figure to your little baby🥺🥺🥺 he melts and holds her so close as he reads her little card and looks at the gift she got him and he gets all misty eyed and tucks her head under his chin so she doesnt see him blinking away the tears🥺 but he makes eye contact with your watery eyes and you two dont have to say a single word to each other to know that now you two are very ready to be official and be much more permanent in each others lives and your kiddos lives🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞💞

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while you and your girl are on the elevator going up to the office, you smile down at her as she clutches her little pile of cards soooooo close so she doesn’t lose them and you can help but remember her parked at the coffee table the day before with her bucket of markers being So Serious as she colored these very special cards for all her bau uncles and aaron like >:p 🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰 and when you take her around the bullpen so she can pass out her little cards and say things like “happy uncles day, uncle dewek!! ☺️” it just makes you so so grateful to be raising your little girl around so much love, which is amplified even more when you help her climb the stairs to aaron’s office so she can deliver this extra special card and you get to see just how much this man that you’ve fallen so completely head over heels for cares for your baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 penelope of course comes teetering in on her sparkly heels and sees Sparks flying between you and aaron and all the loaded loving gazes you’re giving one another, so she holds out her hand to your little girl and says they’re gonna go color at your desk for a little bit so you and aaron can Talk (and smooooooooch, she very much hopes 🤭🤭) hehehehe and the second your daughter is out of the room, aaron is out of his chair and stroking your cheek as you whisper “thank you for being so good with her” and he gives you that little quirk of a smile before he hums “thank you for being so you” and lowers his mouth to yours in the sweetest, softest smooch that makes your head spin with how lovely it is 🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕 you guys make a plan to make dinner together that night and have a glass of wine and a Serious Conversation after your kiddos fall asleep about everything and you can just feel it in your bones that this is the start of Everything you’ve ever wanted 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹

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COMPLETE After your daughter was born, you swore off field work. But now you're itching to get back out there and there is an opening at the BAU. Taking your mother's advice, you apply for the job, because 'you will miss every chance you don't take'. You try to remember that advice in other aspects of life.

Chapter 1: Thanks mom Chapter 2: Away from home Chapter 3: Even to the best of us Chapter 4: Glasses Chapter 5: Sunday Brunch Chapter 6: Stressed out Chapter 7: Girls' night out Chapter 8: Consolation prize Chapter 9: The morning after Chapter 10: Gossip girl Chapter 11: Tea Chapter 12: Better than you know yourself Chapter 13: Christmas Party Chapter 14: You're invited Chapter 15: Doubts Chapter 16: Family Chapter 17: A thank you ( Epilogue eventually)

One shot: Make a difference (set between Ch13 and 14) ~You're feeling insignificant and overwhelmed. Aaron's making sure you never forget your worth. (Hurt/Comfort)

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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

Chapter 8

Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2991

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“Natasha, did you want me to call dinner in?” Sam calls out to her, walking into their living room where Natasha was sitting on the couch. She was on her laptop going over her schedule for the work week ahead of her.

“Yeah, I’m down for whatever you want to eat,” she tells him, as he walks in to sit next to her.

“I’m going to order from that Indian place we like,” he sits down next to her, pulling out his phone to place the order.

“What the hell,” Natasha says, looking down at an email.

“Okay, then I won’t order Indian.”

“No, Indian is good,” she says, “I just got an email from Diana Prince.”

“Really?” He says looking over at her laptop, “Why?”

“What the hell,” she pauses, reading over the email.

“What?” Sam says, leaning over to try and read the email.

“She’s asking if I’m representing Bucky in a custody battle with [Y/N],” she tells him.

“What the hell?”

“I know,” she says confused, “Did you know he was going for full custody?”

“No,” Sam shakes his head, “I’m more confused as to why Diana Prince would be contacting you about this and not Loki or Pepper, or someone else in the family law department.”

“Babe, I’m just as confused as you are,” she says, “She mentions how my name was brought up when meeting with [Y/N]. What would [Y/N] even tell her? I’m not a family law attorney. She knows that. Why would I, a criminal defense lawyer, take on a child custody case?”

“I mean if she says [Y/N] mentioned you, you kinda have to assume why, right,” Sam says.

“Why would she even bring up what's going on between us in a meeting with her lawyer? How does that make me involved in this custody case?” Natasha says, completely dumbfounded why [Y/N] would tell Diana Prince she had any involvement in this, “Diana Prince is the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my fucking personal life. Especially one that now involves her new client.”

“Very bold of her to get Diana Prince on the case,” Sam says, knowing Natasha’s history with Diana.

“She clearly doesn’t want to lose custody.”

“Yeah, but that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Sam says, “Why would Bucky even threaten to take Daisy away? I get things between them haven’t been as great as it was pre-engagement but I just don’t see him going straight to that option. It’s very unlike him.”

“Very unlike him,” she agrees, still lost in thought over the entire situation, “That’s the last thing he would do. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Daisy.”

“Do I just ignore it?” Natasha turns towards Sam, “Do I respond back? Do I call Bucky?”

“This is clearly a private matter between Bucky and [Y/N]. And he clearly didn’t want us to know. But,” he pauses.

“But what?” Natasha pushes.

“Thinking as a lawyer. You don’t really want to let Diana know that. Right? That you don’t know what’s going on. Because for all we know Bucky could be doing just that, and seeing as we are way too close to the situation. We ethically shouldn’t be involved as his attorney.”

“So should I call him?”

“There is one other person that comes to mind that he might’ve asked. The only person in our group who’s an actual family law attorney.”

“Do you really think Loki would do that? Plus he’s on paternity leave,” Natasha says.

“He might. If Bucky asked.”

“So do I call Loki?”

“No. Because if he didn’t then we would just be gossiping about something that you and I are clearly not supposed to know,” Sam says.

“So do I call Bucky?” She asks again.

“That’s probably the best option.” He shrugs, still unsure about this whole situation.

“Okay,” she sighs, and picks up her phone.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?” Bucky answered the phone.

“So I’m just going to be straight up with you,” she says.

“Okay, about what?” He asked, taken back by her greeting.

“So I got an email from Diana Prince, regarding a custody battle between you and [Y/N],” she tells him, “she was basically asking me if I was representing you in this custody battle.”

“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” Bucky deadpans.

“It would be a very sick joke,” Natasha tells him.

“I can’t believe she’s really doing this,” Bucky sighs. Natasha can hear the exhaustion laced in his voice, “If she only listened to me for five fucking minutes she would see that this has been completely thrown out of proportion.”

“So you’re not filing for full custody?”

“No, fuck no,” he says, “I just wanted us to meet up with a lawyer to have our agreement made legal. So we can’t fuck each other over.”

“So you don’t have a lawyer?”

“I do,” he tells her, “but not in the way she thinks I do. I asked Loki to help me draft up our agreement. Nothing would really change aside from the fact that we both need to communicate better with each other. And that she can’t do anything shady regarding Daisy. Like for instance she can’t just move Daisy away from me. That we both need to be in agreement when it comes to Daisy.”

“Honestly I just needed a legal way to protect myself as Daisy’s father,” Bucky stresses.

“Yeah well it looks like it’s going to be way more than just that,” Natasha sighs, feeling sorry for Bucky and the situation he’s currently in.

“I’m not trying to take Daisy away,” he says, “I would never do that. That would just do more harm towards Daisy. And I would never in a million years put that stress on her. She doesn’t need to be dragged into this shit show of a mess, purely because her parents have a hard time communicating.”

“That’s why I was so confused why Diana Prince would even email me regarding this,” she tells him.

“I can’t even imagine what she’s telling Diana about this whole situation,” he sighs in defeat, feeling a headache coming on, “the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my life.”

“That’s what I said,” Natasha says.

“Just don’t email her back,” Bucky tells her, “I’ll talk to Loki about it, and have him send her an email explaining the situation on Monday, after I talk to [Y/N] tomorrow when she drops Daisy off.”

“Okay, if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask,” Natasha tells him before they hang up.

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Bucky spends the early evening scurrying around his little townhouse, getting things ready for when Daisy gets dropped off. He already had dinner ready for her on the stove.

The knock on his door takes him by surprise for a split second. He quickly goes over to open the door, expecting to see [Y/N] and Daisy. He definitely wasn’t expecting Clark to be with them also. He can’t help but to let out a light scoff.

Guess this is how it’s going to be now, he thought.

“Daddy!” Daisy exclaimed, throwing her arms around his legs.

“Hi honey,” he smiles, hugging her.

She lets go of his legs and runs off to go put her backpack in her room.

“Can we talk?” Bucky asks [Y/N], “just five minutes.”

“I don’t think that’s best,” Clark says.

“No offense but I was talking to [Y/N],” Bucky says, annoyed not bothering to look at Clark, “Please [Y/N]. It doesn’t have to go down this route. Please just let me explain everything and you’ll see this was all just a misunderstanding.”

“What route are you talking about?” She asks.

“I’m not an idiot, [Y/N]. I know you’ve got Diana Prince representing you. In whatever you think this might be.”

‘You’re the one that set that in motion the moment you told me you got an attorney to discuss our custody agreement,” she tells him, “you did that Bucky.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he tries to keep his voice down, so Daisy can’t hear them.

“But you threatened me that you would.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Daisy yells, as she comes skipping into the room. All the adults go silent.

“Okay, Dais,” he smiles, “go wash up and dinner is all done in the kitchen.”

“Can we watch Frozen while we eat?” She asks, eyes lighting up.

“Of course,” he smiles at her as she runs off with a squeal.

He turns back to the door,  “Please [Y/N], don’t do anything yet. Please. Just give me a moment to explain everything.”

“I’m sorry Bucky,” she shakes her head, “it’s already done.”

Bucky just stands there in shock.

“We should go,” Clark says, ushering her away from his front door, he turns back towards Bucky, “from now on I think it’s best if we just go through our attorneys. We won’t be discussing this with you any further than needed.”

Bucky stood there watching them walk away. Fighting every inch of his body telling him to punch Clark in the face. He really wanted to. But the last thing he wanted was for Daisy to see any of that drama. Plus he knows that the couple would just use it against him.

“I’m ready Daddy,” Daisy says, coming back into the room.

“Sounds good,” he closes the door, and turns to look down at her, “let's eat.”

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After making sure Daisy is asleep for the night, Bucky calls Loki.

“Hey Buck,” Loki answers, “How did it go?”

“Bad,” he answers, “So bad, that I guess now we have to talk through our attorneys.”

“Really?” Loki asked surprised that this is all coming down to this.

“Apparently so,” he says, collapsing onto the couch, “Clark made sure I knew to no longer discuss this with them.”

“Who did [Y/N] get to represent her?” Loki asks.

“Diana Prince,” Bucky tells him.

“You’re kidding me?”

“Nope. Apparently [Y/N] told her she thought I got Natasha to represent me.”

“Why would she? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“None of this is making any sense anymore,” Bucky sighs.

“I’m just going to ask this one final time, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Loki asks him.

Bucky pauses for a moment. He knows he can end it all right at this moment. If he were to tell [Y/N] that he is dropping it all and just wants to keep things the way they were, she would. But he knows that it won’t change anything and things won’t be like how they were. They just simply can’t and now he has Clark to worry about.

In the end he’s doing all of this for Daisy, if he gives up it almost feels like he would be.

“Yes,” Bucky says so surely in his answer, “This is the only way now.”

“I’ll email Diana Prince, letting her know that I’m representing you, along with the agreement we have drafted up. I’ll also go ahead and set up a meeting for all of us to talk it through,” Loki explains how this is all going to go down, “have your secretary send your schedule to mine so I can pick the date that works best.”

“Okay, I will. Once again Loki, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me,” Bucky tells him.

“I’m sure that’ll change once you get my bill,” Loki jokes.

Bucky lets out a boisterous laugh. He hears a crying baby in the background.

“I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll let you get back to the family.”

“Just one last thing,” Loki says before hanging up, “Be prepared for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Things are probably going to get worse before they get better. But don’t let it get the best of you. Child custody cases really know how to bring the worse out of a person. Just try not to let it affect you. You know you’re a good father. Everyone does, including [Y/N]. At the end of the day, this is all for Daisy.”

“Thanks Lok, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

“Goodnight Bucky,” Loki says.

“Goodnight,” Bucky hangs up the phone.

_________________

“Do you have those samples for the Tanner’s kitchen remodel?” [Y/N] asks Valkyrie as she walks into her office.

“Yes, I do,” Val says, digging through the items on her desk, pulling out the samples needed, “they ended up changing the cabinet colors. Again.”

“Again?” [Y/N] sighs, “this is the third time. Are they serious about keeping this color? Because I’m headed to finalize everything with the contractor.”

“Might want to give them a call before you go.”

“Will do,” she sighs, grabbing the samples.

“Is everything okay?” Val asks, noticing [Y/N]’s stressed out look.

“Things have been a bit stressful at home,” [Y/N] says.

“What’s going on? Feel like I have no idea what’s been going on with you lately,” Val says.

“Yeah, we haven’t had a girl’s night out in awhile.”

“It’s been a couple of months,” Val says, festering to the chair in front of her desk for [Y/N] to sit.

[Y/N] takes a seat and sighs.

“So what’s wrong?” Val asks.

“Bucky and I are about to get into a custody battle.”

“Wait, what?” Val says surprised by that confession.

“Yup,” she sighs, “Bucky got a lawyer a couple of weeks ago.”

“Why? I thought things were good with your agreement?”

“So did I,” [Y/N] says, “until he mentioned wanting to have a meeting with his lawyer to discuss our agreement.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He thinks I’m going to just move and take Daisy with me without considering him.”

“Are you moving?” Val asks.

“No, I don’t plan on moving,” [Y/N] shakes her head, “at least not in the next five years. Also I wouldn’t take Daisy away from him. But he seems to think otherwise. And now things are escalating way too fast.”

“Was something just not working with your agreement?”

“He wouldn’t say. He just kept saying he has to protect himself,” [Y/N] says, “I have never once threatened to take Daisy from him. I’ve never tried to use her as a pawn. Things have always been good between us.

Things have never been this bad between us. Not in all our years of friendship.”

“I mean things were bound to change,” Val says, “especially with you getting married.”

“But me getting married doesn’t mean I’m going to take Daisy from him.”

“Yeah, but maybe he needs this as reassurance.”

“But why does it need to be this extreme?”

“He is a lawyer,” Val shrugs, “Maybe you two just need to sit down and talk it over.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a very good idea at this moment,” [Y/N] sighs, “we got into a bad argument. Clark thinks we should keep it short and anything regarding this should be discussed through our lawyers.”

Valkyrie is taken back by this information. She’s surprised Clark is having any say in this situation.

“Don’t you think that just talking through your lawyers is a bit extreme?” Val asks, hoping to maybe get [Y/N] to change her mind and just talk to Bucky.

“Maybe.”’

“Also don’t you think this should just be between you and Bucky?” Val says, “No offense to Clark, but do you think his involvement might be playing a part in all of Bucky’s frustration?”

“Maybe,” [Y/N] ponders over that thought, “Probably. Most likely.”

“Do you want Clark involved in all of this?” Val asks.

“He’s been very helpful with the whole situation,” [Y/N] says, “he set me up with his lawyer friend who will be representing me. He’s also going to be Daisy’s stepfather once we get married. So he’ll have some sort of say.”

“Yeah, that is true,” Val nods, “but you guys aren’t married right now. Do you think Bucky finds his involvement in all of this to be a bit…much?”

“I’m sure he would prefer Clark to stay out of it,” [Y/N] says, “I’m sure he sees it as Clark interfering on something that doesn’t involve him, and potentially making things worse.”

“Do you think Clark will make things worse?”

[Y/N] takes a moment to ponder the question. She knows Clark is just doing what he thinks is best for her, and he’s been so incredibly helpful and supportive through all of this. But even she knows Clark’s input will be more biased towards how he sees things and how it’ll affect them as a couple, future family.

She thinks back to being in the lawyer office and them discussing holidays. [Y/N] never wants to exclude Bucky in anything especially when it involves their daughter. So she never saw their holiday agreement as anything strange, it was their normal. She never saw it being an issue. That’s mostly because it was never an issue. She and Bucky grew up in New York, both their families are there, so it was always easy to include everyone in everything. With Clark not being from here, it does change things. She knew he wanted to say more on the holiday stuff, but chose against it. And she meant to bring it up to him, but she just doesn’t know how to go about it. Plus right now her only focus is Daisy and this thing with Bucky.

“[Y/N],” Valkyrie softly calls out, breaking [Y/N] from her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I think Clark just makes things more complicated.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Both?” [Y/N] thinks out loud.

“I guess only time will tell where the scale will tip,” Valkyrie says, leaving [Y/N] to ponder more with her thoughts.

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Babysitter

Pairing: Steve Harrington x single mom! reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: no season 4 spoilers, reader has a named child, child’s father is not around, child cries/kicks/throws a tantrum, some light cursing, Lucas may be a little OOC but I tried my best.

A/N: i literally did this now in one sitting and it has not been edited at all and is not going to be. i just started and didn’t stop, so enjoy the experience i guess lol

also my birthday is on sep 17th and i’m gonna turn 21 so i kinda wanna do a big celebration with y’all but idk if y’all would want that or what we would do?? opinions pls

also this gif just seems to fit the vibe of this fic lol

You hadn’t had to hire a new babysitter in years. Unfortunately, your long-term trusted babysitter had just left for college out-of-state. So now you have no other option but to try to find someone else. And, somehow, you ended up hiring Lucas Sinclair.

Lucas was not someone you knew well, but he seemed like a responsible kid. And your daughter Emmie was (according to your last babysitter) an easy child to take care of. She was polite and clean, and overall very cheerful. You knew Lucas didn’t have any experience babysitting, but Emmie would be a good learning experience for him. Still, you left him the number of the bar and he promised to call if he needed anything.

So you went out with your friends in a dress that was only a little too tight, more makeup than you usually apply, and heels that you’d regret later. You had to go all out because your friends would tease you otherwise. You had given birth to Emmie fresh out of high school, so you had to ditch them a lot in order to take care of her. They understood of course, but they made it clear that they wanted you to enjoy your twenties— no matter how many times you’ve told them “I am enjoying my twenties! I love my daughter, and she makes them fun”. They insisted that it wasn’t the same.

You gave Emmie one last kiss as you said goodbye, leaving her in Lucas’ capable hands.

Or so you thought.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as your friends had picked you up, Emmie had completely changed. She was mean to Lucas in the way a three (almost four) year old can be. She refused to eat, wouldn’t take her nap, threw her toys around the living room. Worst of all, she told Lucas that she didn’t want to be his friend. All of this happened within 15 minutes of you being gone.

Lucas couldn’t call you. You probably hadn’t even made it to the bar yet, and he didn’t want to ruin your entire night before you could have any fun. So he called the first person he could think of.

“No way in Hell, man! You’re on your own!” Lucas heard Dustin’s laugh as he spoke.

He groaned, “Please, Dustin! I don’t know what to do, she doesn’t listen at all!”

“How am I supposed to help? I don’t know shit about kids! Call someone else.”

“Like who?” Lucas asks, threw his hands up even though Dustin couldn’t see him. “I tried Mike already, but he’s busy.”

“He’s not busy, he just doesn’t want to. Call Steve, he’ll know what to do.”

Lucas heard a thump from the living room and his heart almost stopped beating. “Shit— I’ve gotta go! I’ll call him!” He hung up the phone and ran to the other room. Emmie was standing on top of the coffee table, looking down at her cup of juice that she had just knocked onto the carpet.

“Juice!” She cried.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll get you more juice! Just get off the table.”

Emmie clenched her fists, “No!” She stomped on the table, causing the vase on it to shake. Lucas’ eyes widened and he rushed forward. He picked Emmie up off of the table as she kicked and screamed, trying to beat him off of her. “No! I want down!”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be up there! You’ll get hurt.” He brought her into the kitchen and sat her on the floor. Emmie started to kick his leg out of anger. Lucas ran to the fridge for more juice, but found that there was no more left. “Shit.”

Emmie froze when she heard Lucas swear. He turned around, startled by her sudden stop. Her eyes watered as she stared at him before she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. “I want Mama!” She plopped down to sit on the tile floor and kicked Lucas’ legs whenever he tried to get closer. He grabbed the phone off of the wall, forced to deal with the kicking as he called Steve.

The second Steve answered, he couldn’t get a word out as Lucas cut him off. “Steve! I need your help, it’s an emergency!” He gave his older friend your address and Steve promised he’d be there as fast as he could. Before he hung up, Lucas added “And bring juice!”

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Ten minutes later, Steve knocked on the door. Lucas ran to the front door, immediately opened it, and pulled Steve inside.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as Lucas dragged him to the kitchen by his wrist. Emmie was still on the floor, still crying.

“She’s been crying and fighting me this whole time, I don’t know what to do— Did you bring the juice?” Lucas grabbed the jug out of Steve’s hand and smiled at Emmie. “Look, Emmie! Steve brought you more juice.”

“Don’ want juice! I want Mama!”

“Your mom will be back later. But right now you’ve gotta eat something.” Lucas tried to get closer again, but Emmie kept kicking.

“No!”

Steve stood there with wide eyes, taking in the scene in front of him. “Don’t just stand there, man, do something!” Lucas shouted at him.

“I don’t know what to do either! I’m not a baby whisperer!”

“I’m not a baby!” Emmie insisted, still kicking and crying.

“Then stop acting like one!” Lucas snapped. Emmie started crying even harder.

Steve rolled his eyes at the younger boy, “Nice job, doofus. What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Just help me!”

For a moment, Steve just stood there thinking. Then he crouched on the floor so he could be level with Emmie.

“You’re Emmie, right? I’m Steve. I’m Lucas’ friend.”

“Nobodies his friend ‘cuz he’s mean!”

“Well, I’m his friend. He’s nice after a while, I promise.”

Emmie seemed to calm a bit, but only a bit. “Pinky promise?”

Steve nodded and held out his pinky to the little girl. “Pinky promise.”

She held out her pinky and locked it with Steve’s before she quickly pulled it back. Emmie had stopped kicking, but still cried. “I miss my Mama.”

“I know you do, but what would she say if she saw you acting like this? Would she be happy?”

That made Emmie frown. “No. Mama would be mad.”

“She probably would be. And we don’t want Mama to be mad, so you have to eat and listen to Lucas. Okay?”

“But he’s mean! He said a bad word!”

Steve frowned at Lucas. “Did you seriously curse at a child?”

“No! It just… Slipped out when I saw she was out of juice.”

“He has to say sorry!” Emmie crossed her arms and pouted, but her tears slowed.

Lucas frowned, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry, Emmie. I shouldn’t have said that word.” Emmie huffed in response.

Steve turned back to her. “Now you have to apologize to Lucas.” She goes to argue, but Steve cut her off. “You’ve been kicking and screaming at him all night. And you said some pretty mean stuff to him too.”

She looked down at the floor and grumbled out. “Sorry.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Steve ordered.

“Sorry, Lucas.” Emmie looked up at Lucas as she apologized. She sounded a lot more genuine the second time. He gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Now,” Steve started, “What do you want to eat?”

Emmie was quiet for a moment before she decided she wanted mac and cheese. Lucas nodded. “I can make that for you. Do you want to stay with Steve while I cook?” The girl nodded at that. She had completely stopped crying already, but her face was still red and wet from tears.

“Come on, Emmie. Let’s go get you some tissues.” Steve stood up from the floor and waited while Emmie twisted around and struggled to get up. She stopped wiggling and looked up to Steve, not saying anything as she held her arms out. “You want me to pick you up?” She nodded, so Steve carefully lifted her off the floor, being as gentle as he could be with her. He carried her to the living room and sat her on the couch. Steve grabbed the box of tissues from a side table and handed Emmie one.

“Here you go. Can you wipe your eyes?” Emmie nodded and wiped her tears with the tissue and then her nose. “What do you want to do until dinner is ready?”

“Munch Bunch.”

Steve quirked a brow, “Munch Bunch? What’s that?” Emmie got down from the couch and walked over to the television set. She grabbed a VHS tape off of the shelf and handed it to Steve.

“Munch Bunch.”

He nodded and put the tape in the player, then started it and sat on the couch. Emmie got back on the couch and sat next to Steve. She looked up at him. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty. How old are you?”

Emmie held up three fingers, “Three.”

“I see.” Steve exaggerated his reaction, sounding more impressed than he was.

“My mama’s twenty. You’re the same.” Emmie smiled, proud of herself for making that connection.

Steve brushed it off, assuming she got her mother’s age wrong. “How old is your dad?”

Emmie shrugged, “I don’ know. I don’ have a dad.” Steve froze, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, Emmie.”

“It’s okay. My mama is the best, so I don’ need a dad!” Steve had the fleeting thought that Emmie wasn’t going to feel that way in a couple years, but he didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t have to say anything because Emmie’s full attention was focused on the television. A couple minutes later, Lucas brought dinner out to them and they ate on the couch.

—————

When you got home after your outing, it was almost eleven o’ clock at night. You entered the house and saw Lucas with someone else, picking up toys in the living room.

“Hi, Ms Y/L/N!” Lucas smiled, stopping his work.

You looked between Lucas and the other man carefully. “Hi, Lucas… Who’s this?”

“This is Steve. He’s my friend. I called him ‘cuz he has experience babysitting.”

Steve didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Emmie hadn’t been wrong when she said you were about his age, but she didn’t say anything about you being pretty. His brain started working at half capacity as soon as he saw you. “I’m Steve.”

“Hi, Steve,” You tried to stop your voice from wavering, but you were sure that your unease was clear. “Where’s Emmie?”

Lucas was the one who responded again, “Asleep in her room. She kind of had a fit earlier and it tired her out.”

You nodded, “Okay. Wait right here, okay? I’ll be right back.” You went down the hallway to Emmie’s room and walked in. You found her sound asleep in her bed, dressed in her day clothes instead of pajamas. She looked safe and content, which eased your nerves a little. When you went back to the living room, Steve and Lucas were right where you left them.

“Steve, could you stay here for a minute so I can talk to Lucas in the kitchen?”

“Oh— um, yeah, of course.”

Lucas followed you into the kitchen and you turned to him once you were out of earshot. “I’m not upset or anything, but I wanted to let you know that if you ever babysit for another family, you should ask the parents before you invite anyone over. I know Steve is your trusted friend, but I don’t know him at all, so I was thrown off when I came home and saw him in my house.” You spoke gently, doing your best to convey that you weren’t angry.

Lucas’ eyes widened a little, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I was just in over my head and didn’t know what to do… Emmie was out of juice, so I asked Steve to pick some up and then he helped calm her down. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, really. Emmie’s okay, that’s all that matters to me.” You gave him a smile and he instantly relaxed. “What did she do during her tantrum? And do you know why it happened?”

“She threw her toys, screamed and cried a lot. She also started kicking me whenever I was close enough. But I think she just missed you.” You could physically feel your heart break at those words. “It started as soon as you left, it was just a complete switch.”

You frown, “Jessica was her babysitter for basically her whole life… Maybe having new people here with her scared her. Stranger danger and all that. Still, I’m sorry she acted that way. That’s not how she is usually.”

“It’s okay. Once she calmed down, she was really good the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Lucas.” You smiled and reached into your purse, finding the envelope that you had already put together as Lucas’ payment. “Here you go. Is your mom still coming to pick you up?”

Right as you said it, you heard a car in your driveway. “That must be her now.” Lucas followed you to the front door, which you opened to be greeted by Lucas’ mom. “Thanks again, Lucas. If you ever want to babysit again, you have my number.” He said his goodbyes and was out of your driveway in only a few minutes. That left you with Steve.

“Hey, sorry about all that… Um, let me grab my purse really quick and I’ll pay you Lucas’ rate.”

Steve is quick to shake his head. “No, you don’t have to do that. It’s all good.”

“At least let me pay you back for the juice. Unless you want to take the bottle back home with you?”

He chuckled, “Nah, I’m alright, thanks. But you don’t need to pay me back for it. It’s just one jug of juice.”

“I feel bad,” You frown. “You came all this way and helped take care of Emmie all night. I don’t want to just not pay you.”

Steve gave you a charming smile, but you could tell he was still a little nervous. “Instead of paying me, you should let me take you on a date. It’ll give Lucas some more experience without me to fall back on.” As soon as he finished saying it he grimaced at his own words. “I’m sorry if that was weird. I’m usually a lot more smooth than this, so I totally get it if you’re weirded out right now and think I’m crazy or something.”

It was your turn to laugh. “It’s okay, Steve. It was weird, but in a cute way.” You saw him blush a little and that encouraged you to keep going. “I’d like to go on that date.”

Steve smiled wide, chuckling a little in relief. “Good. Cool. Great. I’ll, um, I’ll write my number down so you can call me?” You nodded and grabbed two pieces of paper and pens so that you could both exchange numbers.

And just like that, you had a cute guy’s phone number. Plus, he was good with your daughter, which was a big green flag for you. You parted ways, promising to call each other soon to set up your date. As you watched his car pull out of your driveway you started to think. Maybe Steve could be more than a babysitter.

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