Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,978
fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
Drawing up treaties with the prisoners has been…exhausting. It feels like she’s doing the whole thing over again, except that she’s on the opposite side this time and she manages to get them to talk before exchanging bullets and spears.
So, in retrospect, not as exhausting as the first time around. At most, all she can complain is that it’s a little repetitive.
And she doesn’t have Bellamy by her side, this time. But she tries her best not to think about that.
She still finds time to radio him, most days, an outlet more than anything. Her voice doesn’t break on his name like it did those first few months, and then again at the five year mark.
It’s good for her, she thinks, talking to him. Madi has been a godsend for her sanity—giving her a sense of priority, a schedule, with all her lessons, and most importantly, someone to love—but she is still a kid, and Clarke misses talking to her friends. Misses Bellamy, more than anything. There’s no point denying it.
He was more than a best friend, which sounds overly sentimental to her own ears, but you don’t go through what they did together and not come out of it as each other’s person. So yeah, she misses him like a constant, familiar ache.
Or maybe she misses the person she remembers. Misses what her brain tells her he was. She can hardly trust her memories, now. Can hardly say for sure if he’d looked at her the way she thought he had, six years ago. If he’d really had the persistent aura of warmth that she still imagines.
Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.
Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)
His scars tell a story.
Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.
The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.
“Kaneki,” she whispers.
He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.
“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.
His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.
“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.
He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.
“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”
He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.
His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.
“Just one more minute.”
She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—
“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”
She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.
“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”
He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.
Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.
The only one.
She’s the only one.
Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.
The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.
“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”
He sighs in response, eyes still closed.
“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”
Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.
“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.
He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.
It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.
She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.
Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.
There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.
He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.
Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.
They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted.
Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.
And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.
And he’d ruined everything.
Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet.
He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.
It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.
Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.
Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.
“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”
Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.
Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.
“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.
He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.
He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“
“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”
Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.
“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.
Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.
“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.
He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.
There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.
“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.
Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively. Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.
“Okay. Do you want to learn?”
He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?
“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.
The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.
“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.
“Bucky- nice to meet you.”
“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”
“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.
Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”
“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”
“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.
Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“
“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.
Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place?
That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.
“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”
Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”
“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”
Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.” There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“
“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”
Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.
“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.
Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink.
“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”
Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”
“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.
Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“
“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.
“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.
Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”
Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”
“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”
Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”
Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“
“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”
“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.
Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.
Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily.
“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look.
“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.
“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.
Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”
Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”
Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”
“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.
“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.
“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”
Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.
Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.
There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek.
It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.
Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“ “Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.
Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.
“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.
“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.
He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.
“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.
“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.” You explain playing around with your wedding ring.
“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.
“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.
“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”
Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.
“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.
You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.
“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.
After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.
“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.” You say feeling tears fall down your face.
“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”
After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.
“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.
“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.
You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.
“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.
After a few more rings, she answers.
“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.
“Gemma” you breathe out.
“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.
“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”
“I will be right over. You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.
“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.
Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.
After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”
“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”
“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.
“Yes, let’s do this.”
When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.
“I got you a room.” He says.
“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.
As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.
“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.
“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.
“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.
“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.
“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.
“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.
“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”
“Thank you” Harry says politely.
After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”
“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”
As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.
“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.
“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.
“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.
“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.
“What, what does that mean?” He asks.
“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”
“What if we-“
“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”
It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.
“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.
“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.
“Love” Harry tries to say.
“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.
“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.
“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.
“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.
“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”
And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.
They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.
“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child. And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.
“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”
After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.
Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”
“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”
“They are okay?” He asks.
“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.
Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.
“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.
Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.
“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.
“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.
“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.
“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”
Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.
Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”
“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”
“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.
“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”
“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.
“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.
“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.
“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.
A/N:THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!
Pairing : Sam x Dean (Wincest) Sister!Reader Word count : 2,229 Author : Mel Warnings : Wincest!, mention of smut. A/N : This Series contains WINCEST! Do not read if you are not interested in that. Only people who ask to be tagged will be tagged.
Stepping into the boys motel room, you put the bags down. You figured Sam was still out on his run, since you could hear Dean in the shower. You shook your head hearing his moans as you started to pull out the food. You were just setting up when you froze.
Looking up towards the bathroom door you stood in silence. That couldn’t be right, could it? Did you just hear Sam? Was Dean out somewhere? You could of swore you heard Dean.
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what you think. If there are things you like or don’t like. Thank you again!
Luckily, Willy lived in the same
building as you, only a couple floors down. You knocked on the door and waited
a couple seconds. You’re looking down, playing with your hands. Tears still
falling but your arm muscles are tired from reaching up to stop them. There’s a
strange feeling in your mind. It’s blank. Not being able to create a thought.
The door swings open taking you by
surprise. A gust of wind blowing your hair over your shoulders. You jump back a
slight bit. A flash moving by your vision and immediately you feel a body wrap
around you, a hard chest at your face. Fresh air replaced with a smokey cologne.
@likingthistoomuch recently said that the lyrics from “Shake It Out” by Florence + The Machine really fit Molly post the ILY phone call. I chewed up and digested the words as well and totally agreed! So I wrote a somewhat feelsy little one shot from Molly’s POV after the call. Though, naturally, I had to get an actual Sherlolly scene in there too hehe. Enjoy, readers! ;)) And thanks for helping and beta reading @artbylexie ❤️
Molly’s fingers lost their grip on her mobile phone and it clattered onto her kitchen counter. She jumped slightly but didn’t bother to pick it back up, instead covering her trembling lips with her hands while gulping back silent sobs.
As anyone tends to do after an emotionally charged conversation or confrontation, Molly began desperately trying to replay it in her mind; trying to solidify and retain the details as best she could and understand it all fully. And often, after an experience like that, one would naturally tend to bring to mind the things they wish they’d said in hindsight. But strangely enough for Molly…
Can you do a Dean x reader smut based on the song “Training Wheels” by Melanie Martinez? Love you♥️
Triggers: Smut. Angst. Mark of Cain Dean.
Word Count: 1084
You gulped as you watched Dean’s knee bounce anxiously in the chair. He was on edge, eyeing the box with the First Blade. You licked your lips and got up, grabbing it and walking off. “Whoa, Y/N,” He said, getting up. “What are you–”
“I’m gonna put this up,” You said, meeting his gaze. Dean blinked as he watched you. “Dean, it’s making you antsy. So I’m gonna put this back where Sam left it.”
“It’s not making me anything,” Dean defended, hands up. “I’m fine.” You gave him a leveling stare before walking off. He sighed and sat back down, jutting his jaw
Jungkook has shown that he cares about Jimin in multiple ways. He acts harsh but at the same time he would treat him with a gentleness that you would have to take a second glance and make sure it’s really him. He would go out of his way to make sure that his presence is known and that there’s someone that loves him. He knows the type of person Jimin is and takes care of him in his own way.
People think he doesn’t care but he do. Think of it like this, a boyfriend would tease you and sometimes make joke that can go too far but if someone else do it. It’s a big no, no. For example remember the time when he scolded someone that he has looked up to for the longest when they said a joke about Jimin. That someone was Namjoon and once he had taken his attention off the camera, you can hear him scolding him in the background. Mind you, Jungkook did a quick laugh for the camera but once he had taken his attention off of it. He became serious and actually scolded his hyung. Now we all know how in South Korea it’s a big deal to show respect and all but he knows Jimin is the type of person to just smile but secretly he’s affected by the comment just as much as anybody else who has a low self-esteem. At that moment it wasn’t a hyung-dosesang thing but a concern boyfriend to a friend, who knows that his boyfriend isn’t as strong as people made him out to be. Also take into consideration that he didn’t do that for anyone else. He makes fun of Jimin but would be the first to defend him.
He stated multiple times that he doesn’t share clothes. He made it apparent that he dislikes the very idea of even sharing clothes. But he made an exception. His exception is Jimin. It doesn’t count if other members takes his clothes without permission. It was caught on camera more than once with him offering his clothes and him holding it out willing for Jimin to take it. To show that it’s okay and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t hesitate to give him(Jimin) his clothes, such as his jacket or shirt. He doesn’t care if Jimin takes his food and let’s do a mental count with how many times Jungkook has feed Jimin himself or even gave Jimin his own drinks. Let’s also remember how he handles Taehyung differently compare to Jimin. There a significant difference to how he treats them separately even though Jimin and Taehyung are both 95 liners and are both his best friends. Taehyung can’t get away with half of the stuff that Jimin does. He doesn’t rough up Jimin the way he roughs up Taehyung. He also allows Jimin to hit him, but if Taehyung does it he would push or hit him back without hesitation.
He doesn’t refer to Jimin as Jimin-hyung, which by itself is a testament to how close they are. There always the long questionable stares that he gives to Jimin as well. Plus his tendencies to stay close to Jimin. If you see Jimin, you see Jungkook and its vice verse. Don’t also forgot about the times were Jungkook would hold Jimin and would become oblivious to everything and everyone around him but Jimin. He’s doesn’t do that with anyone and even if he was to hug someone it would either be a side hug or a brief hug. While with Jimin it would take a while for him to even separated from him. He has to have a warning look given to him for him to even step back or be reminded that they’re in public. You can tell that’s he’s reluctant to even let go as he lingers around and slowly retract his arms from around him.
He’s also makes it apparent that he doesn’t want no one touching Jimin as well. He expressed his jealousy with his band members multiple times, even with Yoongi and Namjoon. He may have not done it vocally but his body language changes and his facial expression shifts. Jungkook has the habit of doing the tongue thing when he’s jealous, right? Remember when they were watching their performance with Spring day and when it came to Yoongi and Jimin part he did it.
He even moved Yoongi when he was standing besides Jimin and placed himself next to Jimin. A friend who doesn’t hold romantic feelings wouldn’t go through the trouble of even doing that because there the chance of you guys sitting next to each other or interacting at home. You guys see each other everyday and have almost the same exact schedule. Even if you guys aren’t together you guys are in a group of 7 people. Doesn’t it seem a bit odd that you only want that place besides Jimin to only be occupied by you? Which brings to the fact that they’re closer than you think beyond friendship. It was a very glaring and obvious move on his part.
There was also the time when Taehyung sat next to Jimin and Jungkook was behind them. He purposely made Taehyung leave his spot and took the seat beside Jimin himself.
Now let’s talk about back hugs. I just had to add this in here since y'all got me started.
He doesn’t do it to just anybody. He does it with Jimin. An iconic moment was at the Seoul music award when they were posing for a group picture. Once again his jealousy got the better of him once he saw J-hope and Jimin together. You can see him saying something to J-hope and out of left field he moves. While J-hope move, Jungkook went behind Jimin and completely disregarded everything around them once again and didn’t seem to care about the picture they were about to take. Jimin on the other hand may have just ignored him but he didn’t pull away. If Jimin didn’t feel comfortable he would have moved. Even if people say they fight a lot, remember they’re always back together at the end of the day and I felt that J-hope was a reminder of the fact that Jimin is a very attractive person. A person that many people have swooned over. They may have fought that day but for Jungkook to see Jimin pressed up against J-hope could have been an eye opener.
The face Jungkook made as he closed his eyes while he rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder could be interpreted as peaceful to others. But I think of it as acceptance. He accepts the fact that they fight. He accepts the fact that they aren’t perfect but most importantly he accepts the fact that he loves Jimin and would make it known that he’s a jealous man. With that it came peace as he relax with Jimin in his arms. If I’m not mistaken they posted something the same day with them smiling together. There were other moments were Jungkook would back hug Jimin, but I think the music award is a good example.
Instead of Jimin doing the chasing it’s now Jungkook. The only difference is that now the feeling is mutual. There no more hesitation.
The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.
“It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.
You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”
“You shouldn’t have to know.”
You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”
He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”
You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.
“As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”
You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.
“Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”
“Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.
Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”
“Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”
There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”
Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”
You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”
Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.
You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”
You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”
“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.
When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”
You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”
Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.
You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.
This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.
A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”
“How amazing it felt to be out there.”
Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”
You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”
Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”
Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”
“You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”
You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”
Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”
“Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.
You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”
You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.
The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.
You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”
You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.
in which a prank goes a little further than expected, and you find out that the boys will always be there for you
Word Count: 2,500
I finally got around to finishing this one, hope you guys like it! It’s a long one!
“You ready?” Joe asked, checking the mic for the last time.
“Yep!” You responded, scooting over a tiny bit so that Joe could join you on the bed.
“Alright I’m gonna do the intro, do you want to explain it?”
“Yeah that works for me!”
It wasn’t often that you and Joe filmed videos together – he had always preferred for his personal life to stay private, but after Jack had accidentally outed the two of you in a vlog a few months back, Joe had grown more open to the idea of you on his channel. Not to mention that his fans absolutely loved seeing the two of you together.
“Hello everyone, today I’m joined with my girlfriend Y/N as you can see. Now, since we’ve been dating I’ve pranked her a few times, and she’s gotten me back each time, and in doing so, she’s proven herself to be quite the prankster herself. So today, I thought we were going to put our pranking abilities to the test with some good ole prank calls.”
“So, we’ve put all our friend’s names in this hat here, and whoever we pull is who we have to call and pretend that the two of us have gotten into a fight. The rules are we have to try and get whoever it is to be on our side of the argument, and if we do, we get the point,” you explained, giving the camera a thumbs up. The hat consisted of all the buttercreams, Alfie and Zoe, since they knew the two of you best.
“Rock paper scissors for who goes first?” Joe offered. You nodded and proceeded to lose, so he pulled a piece of paper out from the hat first.
“Ohhh, I’ve got Oli. Ughhh this is gonna be so hard, he bloody loves you!” Joe groaned. You grinned at the camera, getting excited.
You both waited as he rang Oli, listening to the tone until he picked up.
Oli: Ello! Joe: Ello, alright? Oli: Yeah, you? Joe: Eh, I’ve been better. Are you busy? Oli: Nah, I’m just at mine, what’s going on? Joe: I’m in a bit of trouble… Oli: Oh bloody hell, what’ve you done? Joe: Nothing too serious, it’s about me and Y/N Oli: Go on…
Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au, Soulmate!au) / 11,041 words
Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion
Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
Hey guys, many of you asked for a part deux so I have obliged. Once again, I ask that if you know me in real life do not read this. It is not for you. It’s only for my fellow bugheads. We thirsty as hell and this is the result. Here is Library Calls PT II: The Prop Room.
Warnings: If you don’t like Bughead smut then don’t read this.
Jughead’s whole demeanor had changed once he found her in
the hall pulling him down the auditorium, back stage. He was ready and he
couldn’t help but smirk at her messed up hair and the wrinkles on her skirt.
“Oh, honey but I thought you didn’t need my help right? I
mean you seemed pretty good on your own up against those bookshelves. Right
hand was it?” He asked as his mouth formed into a smile that could kill. Oh,
it’s on. Lover boy.
“Shut up.” she
muttered as her nails dug further into his hair. Her hand started to travel
down his neck as she went in for the kiss. Only this wasn’t like the nice
kisses she’d share in public, these were hungry. They were always fighting over
who was more submissive in the bedroom and this was no different.
It’s finished, edited, and ready to be read. Enjoy, guys!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers Additional Tags: lots of flustered kara, First Date, realizing sexuality, Fluff, the fluffiest bitch, lena doesn’t know that supergirl is kara Summary:
Lena Luthor finally gets the courage to ask Supergirl out on a date. Kara Danvers is determined to give her the most amazing date of all time.
The scene was picture perfect. Bright smiles, twinkling eyes, the fairy lights hung around the outside of the cafe illuminating the dark night. Every time I looked at the picture, I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My friends, all sitting around this horrible metal table. Arms loosely wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed together, peace signs, a typical picture of a bunch of goony young adults.
The rose gold frame sat on my desk, catching my eye every time I typed away on my laptop, or watched Netflix, or worked on a new project Google handed to me. I’d look at it for a few moments, it was never just a glance. It probably took a good chunk of my day actually. I’d stare at it, eyes flickering to every little detail. The whiteness of Neha’s teeth, Lyle’s glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, one of Billy’s eyes was half closed, my hair was messy, spilling over my shoulders from under Stuart’s beanie. My gaze would linger there, and if I was feeling peculiarly nostalgic or depressed, I’d gently caress the glass protecting the photo with my fingers, then go back to my work like nothing had happened. Oh the vicious cycle of depression.
Today was the day where I got up early, ready for whatever my job would bring me. Some days were harder than others, but never usually too difficult. Though every night I walked back into my apartment with heavy feet. But that had nothing to do with the difficulty of work. No that was just plain anxiety and stress.
See, it used to be incredible. Working on the greatest team of delinquents, that had quickly become my closest friends. Winning the intern competition last year was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, that I’d remember forever. Us dorks felt like we were on top of the world. We’d even gone out for celebratory pizza afterwards. That’s when things started happening. That’s when I grew closer to Stuart Twombly.
The irritating and sarcastic boy that couldn’t handle being away from his phone, had seemed to transform into a completely new person in a matter of forty five minutes. I hadn’t spoken much with him, in fact we’d never even been alone together or held a solid conversation without the rest of the team being there. So when he’d sat in the same booth with me, I was slightly confused. Neha had quickly slid in across from me, which I silently thanked her for, seeing she was the closest person I had on the team. Lyle was on the other side of Stuart, fitting three of us into one booth (which left absolutely no space between our legs) and Billy and Nick and Yo-Yo were squashed in with Neha.
The night was fun though, we’d ordered many pizzas, and stayed until closing. We joked around, made fun of Gharam, and his relentless act towards asking me out.
“I mean, how many times did he try?” Nick snickered. I blushed and looked down at my lap.
“Seriously, the creep should’ve left you alone after the sixtieth decline” Lyle said, an awkward laugh following. “How about a date with a real man?” My eyes widened slightly as I tried to see of he was being serious or not. I couldn’t really tell.
“Come on man, Gharam just started leaving her alone give her the space to breathe” Stuart spoke before I could say anything at all. I looked up at him for a moment, just as everyone began laughing again. But he somewhat ignored my glance, pretending to be interested in whatever Billy was saying. When I realized he wasn’t going to look back at me, I turned away and picked at my meal.
We’d stayed for another few hours that night, until a waitress came over and told us that she couldn’t let us stay any longer.
Her eyes were bored, dull as she looked over our table. I’d figured we’d annoyed her. We weren’t exactly a quiet group. But they landed on Stuart, to which she’d grinned mischievously, and her blue eyes lit up with what I could only describe as desire. Though the look didn’t bother me, it did confuse me greatly.
“Alright, we’ll be on our way” Nick had said, and everyone began sliding out of the booths. Stuart stood, and our waitress opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away from her, smiling softly towards me as I scooted out of the seat. Stuart held his hand down to me, and it landed on the small of my back as I stood. It stayed there as I walked with him to the front door of the restaurant.
Again, confusing me greatly.
But as soon as we were out of the view I looked wildly up to him, my eyes wide and brows furrowed with confusion and question. But he shook his head, just barely, but enough for me to close my mouth before any questions could be asked. The others had caught up to where we were waiting and we all left.
We walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge, as we’d done a few times before to go relax. I’d been there countless times, (I lived in San Francisco) but every time I went it was still just as breathtaking. The group of us laid down in the grass, enjoying the view of the night sky.
“Does anyone know any constellations?” Yo-Yo asked, a few feet away from me.
“Yeah I do” I said, already searching the sky for familiar ones. “There’s Orion” I said, pointing up to where I recognized his belt. “That’s Delphinus, Taurus, Pavo” I looked for more, licking my lips as I tried to remember them all. “I think.. Yeah thats Scorpius, and that’s-”
“How do you remember these all?” Stuart asked from right next to me. I turned my head, meeting his whiskey brown eyes. I blinked for a moment, then chewed on my lip.
“I uh… I minored in astrology for two years” I murmured. I didn’t mean to be quiet, my voice just sorta failed me. Stuart smiled at me, eyes flickering between mine and making my breathing shallow before he looked back up at the stars. I continued to stare at him for a moment, how freckles scattered over his jaw, and long strands of chocolate brown hair poked out from under his beanie, slightly over his ear. When I felt I’d stared for too long, I blushed and quickly looked away.
I think I was growing very fond of this Twombly boy.
When it became so late, the sun began to poke up, I was nudged. Apparently that night I’d fallen asleep in the grass.
My eyes fluttered open to see Stuart and Neha hovering over me. I waved them off and closed my eyes again, turning on my side.
“Come on y/n” Stuart sighed, and a few seconds later I felt strong arms pull me up. I yelped, jolting and opening my eyes quickly, only to hear his chuckle. “You’re fine, just go to sleep” Again, I’d found myself confusedly staring at him. But he didn’t see. He was talking quietly with Billy and Nick. This time I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, I was being shook gently. I yawned, eyes landing on Stuart.
“Wha-where am I-”
“Calm own would you? Don’t you trust me?” I thought for a moment, opening and closing my lips. That was when I registered I was sitting in a taxi cab, and my head had been laying on his shoulder, cushioned by his beanie. Which still sat there.
“S-sorry did I fall asleep o-on you?” He chuckled and shrugged.
“Your fine. This is your complex right?” He asked, pointing up at the building lot we just pulled into. I nodded. “Good, that’s what Neha told me” He said. I straightened up, cracking my back as the driver parked. Stuart opened the door, stepping out and holding his hand out to me. My eyes locked on his for a long moment, before slipping my palm into his and letting him help me out of the car.
In fact, he’d walked me inside, and into the elevator to the third floor, down the hall to my room as I’d directed. I stuffed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key and unlocking the door. When I stepped inside, I realized our hands were still conjoined.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, not wanting to let go for an unknown reason.
“U-uhm sure” Stuart nodded, and I gestured my head for him to come inside. I released his hand, kicking off my shoes and padding my bare feet into the kitchen, and searching in the fridge for a beer. “I-I’ve never been here before” Stuart spoke, looking around. It was a pretty open apartment, the kitchen and living room practically conjoined. Only two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and one to my bedroom.
“No one has, really” I said, plopping two glasses onto the countertop, then searching for a bottle opener.
“Seriously?” Stuart walked over to me, standing on the other side of the counter. I nodded, going through drawers until I finally found it. I easily popped off the caps of the two glasses, and slid one over to him. He took it happily and I picked up mine.
“No, I don’t have company over for anything” I said with a shrug, heading to the living room.
“Not even Neha?”
“Not a single person” I said, plopping onto the couch. Stuart sat next to me, turning sideways to face me. “To you Stuart Twombly” I said, raising my glass. “For being my first guest” He rose his glass, to clink with mine.
We must’ve sat there for an hour, drinking until I was out of beer, and glasses of empty alcohol bottles were all over my coffee table. Not necessarily to get drunk, but we were having too good of a time. It was as though if we’d stopped, then the night would be over. We were enjoying ourselves so much, talking and laughing about little things. To think, the day before, that the only thing could tell you about Stuart Twombly, was his name, and he had an obsession with beanies and his phone.
“Okay okay okay…” I giggled and slurred drunkenly. “I’ll pick… truth” I said with a big smile. He was pensive for a moment, then grinned when he came up with an idea.
“Why’d you move here when you were so young?”
“I wasn’t that young. I was nineteen” I started, taking a swig of my beer. “My hometown sucked. I was bad at making friends so I didn’t have any, my parents… I didn’t have daddy and mommy issues by any means… but I needed a change” He nodded, content with my answer and took a drink. “Now, truth or dare?”
“Dare” He replied and I clapped my hands.
“I dare you to do a handstand!” I squealed, and he eagerly jumped off of the couch, then awkwardly laid his upper back and neck on the floor, propping his legs up, then laying his hands flat on the ground. He was able to hold himself up for a few seconds, but toppled over in a fit of laughter right afterwards.
“I almost did it” He slurred, still chuckling as he sat back up on the sofa across from me. We clinked glasses.
“Oh so close” I said with a giggle before drinking.
“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Stuart asked, and I thought while he took a long drink.
“Okay… I’ll do a dare” I gave in, to his surprise. I had been dodging that choice the past fifteen minutes we’ve been playing. “Give me a good one though, not some lame ass prank call, you can do better than-”
“I dare you to kiss me” He said, in the softest voice I’d heard all night. My rambling was cut short, and I felt for a moment like I’d completely sobered up. I was staring straight into his honey eyes. I licked my lips hesitantly, then slid forward on the couch. I set my beer on the table, as did he. The entire environment of the room changed, and I realized my eyes had lingered on his lips for too long. I sure had a problem with staring at this boy. I looked up into his eyes for a moment, before closing mine and leaning in.
Our lips touched in a gentle kiss, my hands sliding up to frame around his face, pulling him ever so slightly closer. Stuart’s arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me further against him on the couch, until our chests were pressed together. I sucked in deep through my nose before we parted. His eyes stared into mine, and neither of us moved. Just our chests as we breathed deeply.
“Th-that was my first kiss” I told him softly between quiet pants. His brows knit together, confused.
“What? H-how?” I blinked a few times, unsure of how to answer. Maybe because I’d never had a boyfriend? But I wasn’t about to admit that now. Stuart released my waist, a hand raising to tangle his fingers slightly into a strand of my hair. “Can you promise me something, y/n?” He asked in a murmur. I nodded as he intricately placed the hair behind my ear. “Promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are” He said quietly. I nodded my head after a moment.
“I promise” I answered, cheeks pink in a blush. Stuart smiled a small but genuine smile, and pulled away from me.
We sat back on our respective sides of the couch, and continued our game.
I thought for a moment as I remembered that night. We were so carefree, and maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was just how we were in general. Maybe we were just two young adults, enjoying our Friday night, getting to know each other. Or maybe it was what I had thought. Maybe we were falling in love.
Two weeks later, and Stuart and I were still complaining about our killer hangovers from our long night of drinking and talking. I’d woken up the next morning on the couch, my head in his lap, cradling an arm that didn’t belong to me. He was sat upright, his head hanging off the top of the couch and groaning about a headache. I’d remembered the events from the night before, and somehow managed to get up to retrieve aspirin.
Stuart and I became close friends. Very close in fact. The kind people constantly think are dating, not that I minded. I wasn’t sure if he did. I wasn’t even sure if he remembered what had all taken place that night, but I didn’t push the subject. We became the kind of friends who walk around holding hands, or hug, share food and drink, kiss on the cheek here and there- hell even I would think we were dating. (i wish).
We were sitting in my apartment, the night after our photo was taken at the cafe, his infamous beanie resting on my head. In fact, I was wearing it as of this moment. The both of us were sat on the sofa, watching tv. He was scrolling through his phone while I laid across his lap, my head on the armrest of the couch.
“Hey Stew” I said softly, not sure if I really wanted to ask the question I’d been hung up on for the past days.
“Mhm?” He dropped a hand to my arm to show he was paying attention, seeing that his eyes were glued to his phone.
“Do you remember the night you came over?”
“Mhm, worst hangover of my life” He snorted, glancing to me for a short moment. “Why? Wanna get drunk?”
“No, no Stew it’s important” I said as seriously as I could, but my voice was still quiet. His brows furrowed as he turned off his phone and looked at me.
“Alright” He said, meeting my eyes. “What’s going on in that messy head of yours?”
“Do you remember anything besides the hangover?” I asked, finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “At all?” I asked when he didn’t answer.
“Hold on I’m trying to think… I drank a lot that night” His eyes were squinted, and my heart managed to sink and beat faster at the same time. “I… we played truth or dare…” He started slowly and I nodded eagerly.
“Yeah yeah we did”
“And.. and I did a handstand?” I chuckled quietly and nodded again. “And… and you told me ab-”
“You asked me to kiss you” Stuart’s brows raised.
“Well that would’ve been something to remember” Normally I would have laughed.
“But-but you don’t?” Stuart shook his head.
“No… why was I bad?” He chuckled awkwardly to himself. I pushed myself up, and crawled off of his lap. “Why- are you alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d made things awkward for you that night” I just shook my head repeatedly, staring down at my lap, where my hands were wringing together. “Hey is there.. Is there something else going on?” Stuart asked, turning to face me but I shook my head again. “y/n/n don’t lie” He put one of his hands on mine. “y/n” He said more sternly. I hesitantly turned my head meeting his eyes and I felt my foot tap quickly on the ground.
“Sorry, sorry no I don’t know what- I don’t know what got into me” He frowned, but eventually got up and stretched a little.
“I’m gonna get a drink” He said, walking over to the kitchen. I watched as he opened the fridge, and surprised me by pulling out a pop can.
“No beer?” He shook his head.
That was the last time Stuart and I talked to each other. Three months passed, and he hasn’t bothered to talk to me whatsoever. I can’t really tell why, I don’t remember having done anything that would’ve driven him away. The rest of that night I hadn’t mentioned the kiss, and it’s not like I admitted to him that I was in love with him. At first, it just really pissed me off, but now I just keep more to myself than before, and tried to ignore him at all costs.
No, that does not mean I’m happy. In fact, I’m beyond miserable. I don’t remember the last time I’d spoken to any of them, I’d hardly spoken at work at all. Just on the phone when a customer or my boss called. I’m not sure when Neha and I’s friendship ceased, somewhere along the line we just stopped talking. Sometimes she sits at my small table in the cafe for lunch, but we still don’t converse. Just sit there silently.
I walked in this morning, not anywhere near as dressed up as I used to get for work. I was in jeans, old and worn biker boots, and a tee shirt. My hair was in a ratty and messy bun, I don’t think I brushed my hair at all this morning. In fact, I don’t even remember walking to the building (I lived just two blocks away) but I can’t tell you remembering the scenery or people I passed. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat down at my desk. My elbows propped up onto the desk as I dragged the skin around the edges of my eyes, hoping to rub the sleep out of them. It wasn’t working. A small groan left my lips as I turned on my computer and began to sign in.
“Good morning y/n” I jumped slightly, dropping my computer mouse onto the floor by my foot. “Oh I’m sorr-”
“It’s okay Lyle” I mumbled. “What did you want?” He seemed to swallow thickly, and readjusted the glasses on his nose. It made me think of the way Stuart used to always crinkle his nose before pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.
“Well uh, I’ve actually noticed your lack of interaction with the rest of the team, are you alr-”
“I’m fine, is here something important?” I snapped a little, but didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t want the others to notice my ‘coming out of the shell I’d been hiding in’ moment.
“Actually yes… someone from Communications is here to speak to you about your performance” I nodded my head.
“Well where are they?”
“At the door actually” I turned, and just as I did, Gharam walks over and stands himself next to Lyle, in front of me. I stared with wide eyes up at him, having heard many stories from Neha and Stuart about Gharam and his… foolish charms. “You look surprised darling” He spoke in an English accent, but something was off about it.
“I am, I wasn’t informed of any meeting, until here you are now” I straightened up, seeing that he was trying to intimidate me by leaning over, eyes downcast towards me. I pulled a slight smirk on, just small enough to be noticeable but not questionable. He only reciprocated it.
“Well love, I have an important question for you” You nodded, prompting him to continue. “Attention! Low life Google team!” Gharam held his hands out, earning the attention of Neha, Billy, Nick, Yo Yo, and Stuart, who watched me intently. But I looked back to Gharam.
“What’s this all abou-”
“Your very own lovely y/n here,has been given the opportunity of a promotion!” Besides Graham’s clapping, the room was silent. I continued to stare at the englishman. “What? No applause for this stunning creature?” I wanted to be flattered by his strange way of flirting, but instead I felt like regurgitating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stuart walking out of the room, shaking his head. It would’ve broken my heart, if it wasn’t already shattered
“Why do I get a promotion?” I asked quietly, and Gharam grinned widely down towards me.
“Because you, my dear, would be a lovely head of the Communications department” My eyes widened like a cartoon, and my voice caught in my throat. How? My work has been average.
“I-I think you’re at the wrong-”
“Oh don’t be so modest, we can discuss the paperwork over dinner” Gharam smirked and winked, and I took a step away from him, huffing angrily.
“But I like working here!” I stated loudly, and angrily. My hands were in fists by my sides. “I like my group, I like my job I like my payroll, I don’t want a promotion” The man laughed loudly, holding his hands over his stomach like it was the most comical thing he’d ever heard anyone say.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling” He said, reaching a finger to swipe his thumb over my cheek. I smacked his hand away with a slap that seemed to silence the room even more. I didn’t notice that this was when Stuart came back into the room, I was too focused on the man in front of me.
“I’m not taking a job just so you can go out with me” I snapped at him, and moved to walk back towards my work space, but he followed me quickly.
“Problem? Gharam?” I spun back on my heel in shock of the voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like years. Stuart Twombly was standing in front of me, his back towards me and Gharam trying to tower over him. In seconds I watched as Gharam backed away, shaking his head and standing silently frozen. “Come on y/n” Before I could say anything, Stuart took my hand pulled me with him out the door of our large office flat. I walked quietly beside him, my hand still stuck in his as he led me through the hallways. I looked over at him, but he kept his focus on his walking. Dead ahead. He was on a mission it seemed.
“Stuart?” I spoke, my voice practically a mumble as we neared the exit of the building.
“Where have you been?” He asked as he pushed open the doors, with me still following right next to him. It was the first time his hand released mine.
“I haven’t been anywhere” I muttered, my eyes narrowing slightly at his apparent anger. “What, you’re mad at me because I haven’t been around?” He ducked his head down, instantly realizing his mistake. “Wow. Wow Stuart” I laughed bitterly, a passive aggressive grin on my face as I looked up. My palm pressed to my forehead as I calmed down my laughter. “If you don’t mind, I have work to get to” I said, turning to go back inside.
“N-no don’t leave” He quickly ran in front of me, hands out and a pleading expression on his face. “Please don’t just go”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because I miss you y/n!” He yelled exasperatedly, and my mouth hung open in shock. “I really fucking miss you” His voice softened, and I blinked, licking my lips before closing my mouth.
“I missed you too” I said weakly.
“And I do remember that night, I remember it vividly, every goddamn second of it” I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off of him.
“Y-you did? Then why did you-”
“Cause I didn’t want to say the wrong thing… guess I did anyways” I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to him.
“What did you think that you were going to say that would make me upset?”
“Upset’s not really the word… more like.. More like distant. I thought you’d be distant and I didn’t want to lose you or anyth-”
“What were you going to say?” I cut off his ramblings, stepping closer again, if I took one more step, then our noses would ‘bump together.
“I was going to tell you that..” He trailed off for a moment, looking down at his feet. “That um.. That I…” My eyebrows raised in anticipation. “y/n I really like you, I don’t know how you did it but you got me to fall for you in a matter of one night and I swear it wasn’t cause we were both drunk off our ass it was because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that’s… that’s real you felt real to me and I- I wanted to tell you that and I almost did but I didn’t want to mess things up-”
“You would’ve messed everything up” I told him.
“I know” He said quietly.
“Absolutely everything, you would’ve ruined everything” I heard him sniffle, and he still stared down at his feet. I chuckled quietly, and curled my fingers under his jaw, bringing his face up to look at me, even though he was practically above me. “But it would’ve been in the best way possible” I told him solemnly. I watched his eyes light up, and I smiled softly. Next thing I knew he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against mine.
“I’m sorry” He mumbled between sweet kisses. “I shouldn’t have lied around it I should’ve just told you” I opened my eyes as his arms wrapped around my back, tugging me against him in a tight hug. I smiled, arms winding around his neck and holding myself there against him.
“Try not to ‘forget’ that kiss, okay?” Stuart chuckled against me.
“I’m not sure how I could”
guys i can’t tell you how happy i am to post again :) xoxo ~ joride
Summary: Missing scene from 6x22. After finally consummating their marriage, Emma and Killian share a few quiet moments in their bed, as they discuss everything that has happened.
Note: Thanks for the responses to ‘The Journey is Half the Fun’. So, it goes without saying that there was a severe lack of Captain Swan scenes in the finale. This is especially difficult to accept knowing that we may never get anymore. But that’s what fanfics are for. So much happened and they never got a chance to react to it. This little scene is something I would have loved to see on the show. Thank you to daniellm for the suggestion! Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…Never Stop Fighting: Part 1/1…
Killian stared at his wife, who was lying beside him in their bed. They had finally consummated their marriage and it was even more incredible than they imagined. The fact that they had been torn apart again, mere moments after exchanging vows, made their first union as husband and wife that much more special. And the fact that only two hours earlier, Emma was lying on the ground and Killian thought he had lost her for good, made this moment between them more emotional than they could have ever expected. They had never felt more deeply connected as they made love.
Killian lifted his hand and caressed Emma’s cheek, his eyes focused intently on hers.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, blinking back tears.
Emma lifted her hand and covered his with it. “I know. I was afraid our happy beginning was going to end before it even began.”
Killian swallowed roughly. “I couldn’t breathe when I saw you lying on the ground, Emma. It felt like my whole world was crumbling.”
Emma brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. She pressed a lingering kiss to his wedding ring and then placed his hand over her heart.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He bit at his lower lip. “I’m glad Henry got to you first and brought you back with true love’s kiss. If he hadn’t, then I would have done the same. We’ve never let death stop us before. I wasn’t about to give up without a fight.”
Emma smiled sweetly. “I knew that when I made the decision to sacrifice myself. Saviors sacrifice. It’s in the job description. But I had faith that one of my true loves would bring me back.”
Killian sucked in a deep breath. “I fought so hard to get back to you, Emma. I knew you were frightened and alone. I knew you didn’t remember who I was. It was killing me to know that you had lost faith and that I couldn’t do anything to help you.”
Emma nodded. “It was terrible. But even through the fog, I felt you, Killian. I felt our connection. You were the only one who broke through.”
Killian lips slipped into a smile, as he cocked a brow. “Really?”
Emma bobbed her head. “Henry brought me up to the roof where we were married. And he told me that I had married my true love, Captain Hook, right there.” She paused, chuckling. “Of course, I thought he was crazy.”
Killian laughed. “Naturally.”
Emma’s expression softened. “But then these images flashed in my mind. I saw you as I walked down the aisle and then saying our vows and exchanging our wedding rings. I saw us kissing for the first time as husband and wife. And I knew deep down that you were my husband, my true love. I couldn’t deal with it then, couldn’t fully accept it. But in my heart, I knew.”
Killian leaned forward and pressed a kissed to her lips. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.