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My Little Love

Chapter 30

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, Sad Bucky, Sad kids, Angry Charlotte, Implied torture, Lottie says a bad word🤭, Implied Bucky turns into the Winter Soldier, Charlotte arguing (low-key my favorite part to write)

A/N: OMG I never thought any of my series would get to 30 chapters. I love this story so much though so here were are. Initially I was going to turn each month reader was gone into a chapter but I really wanted to be able to reunite them quickly so here we are. Also new character is introduced! Also I'm a liar, I said I would be updating one of my other series but oh well!!!!

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It had been a long exhausting month since you had been taken. Everyone on the team was pushing themselves to their limits in the hopes of finding something that would lead them to your whereabouts.

Steve had just come back to the tower after almost nine days of following a lead. The whole situation was eating him up inside. You were his best friend after all. What was he supposed to do if they couldn’t find you? Steve wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of loss for a second time, not after Bucky.

He had been exhausted when he got back and managed to take a shower before falling asleep on his bed. Steve was out within seconds and he was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t hear the door opening or the pitter patter of small feet that moved towards his bed. It took a few seconds of something shaking him for him to wake up startled.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

“Shit.”

Steve groaned when he heard Lottie repeat the curse worse.

“Shit Steebie.”

“You can’t say that word sweetheart.”

“Steebie say it.” She argues.

“Yes but it’s a bad word only for grown ups.” Steve says as he finally looks over at Lottie. She was standing by his bed with her teddy bear clutched in her arms and her favorite blanket wrapped around her shoulders almost like a cape. “What are you doing up?” Steve asked her as he checked his phone to see that he had only slept for an hour and it was still two in the morning.

“Can habe seepover with Steebie?”

“Of course you can.” Steve says.

He picks Lottie up and lays her down on the bed with him. It’s the first time he’s seen her in over a week and it’s obvious that you being gone has affected her. She’s lost a bit of weight, there are dark circles under her eyes and she just looks overall sad. Although that also had to do with her visions. Lottie almost lost her voice a few days after you had been taken from all the crying and screaming she was doing. Wanda had managed to block her visions but when they were strong enough they still got through.

“Where’s Henry, sweetheart?”

“Bubba is with gwandpa.”

“And your dad?” Steve brushed some hair away from Lottie’s face.

“Dada say bye bye an den he go.”

“What?” Steve cursed under his breath. “Friday, where is Bucky?”

“Sergeant Barnes has left the building. He’s been gone for three hours.”

Steve grabs his phone and messages Sam, Nat and Tony who were the only people in the tower at the moment. He let them know he was with Charlotte and that Bucky was gone. Nat replied that she was on it and he was able to turn his attention back to his best girl.

“Alright Lottie, let’s get comfy so we can sleep.” Steve grabs his blanket to cover Lottie up while she snuggles up to his side.

She hums a lullaby you would normally sing to her while she is going to sleep and Steve plays with her hair.

“Miss mama Steebie.” Lottie says after a few minutes of silence. The small whispered confession breaks his heart.

“I know sweetheart. I miss her too, but we’re going to find her and bring her back.”

“Kay.” Lottie says with a yawn.

This time Steve hums the lullaby and it doesn’t take long for Lottie to fall asleep and Steve soon follows.

****

When Steve finally wakes up the next morning he finds he’s been abandoned by Lottie although her blanket is still tangled up with his. He walks out to the living room to find her in his living room watching some cartoons all by herself. She’s laying down on the couch

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Lottie gives him a smile as she reaches for him. Steve gladly picks her up and places a kiss on the top of her head. He tickles her side and she giggles and squirms and Steve realizes he hadn’t heard her laugh in a long time.

There’s a knock on the door before it just swings open. Nat walks in with a grim expression followed by Eddie, Molly, Luke, Olivia and Henry. Steve puts Lottie down so that she can go to her brother and cousin. The three kids sit on the couch while the adults head to the dining room so that they can talk.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits down.

“I reached out to a few contacts I have. Word is the Winter Soldier is looking to get into contact with a high ranking hydra agent. The worst part is that there are rumors that he already has a meeting set up.”

“Then what are we waiting for, we have to go stop him.” Steve got up but it was Ed that stopped him from rushing out.

“We wouldn’t make it to the meeting place on time but don’t worry I have someone that’s going to meet him instead and bring him back.”

“I think you need to stay, Steve.” Ed adds. “I know it’s a lot to ask and that you want to go out there and find Y/N.” He gets choked up as he says your name. “But the kids need someone here at least for a few days.”

“We’re doing everything we can for them.” Molly adds with a sad smile. “But they miss their mama and the rest of the family. Lottie had asked for you so many times over the last few days. We almost lost our minds when we couldn’t find her this morning. Fortunately Friday let us know she was here with you. I think the kids seeing Bucky so distraught over not being able to bring Y/N back yet is affecting them so much. They could use someone they’re more familiar with, even if it’s just for a little while, maybe just an afternoon.”

“You need to rest anyway, son. Y/N wouldn’t want you to run yourself to the ground either, especially if there aren’t any leads.”

Steve nods his silent agreement and then sighs. His shoulders slump and for the first time he looks as tired as he feels.

“Ok, I can stay with the kids. Nat you’ll keep me updated?”

“Of course.”

“Alright. I’m going to head out to the store for a moment and I’ll be back to spend time with the kids.”

Steve came back to his apartment in the tower about an hour later. His hands were full of art supplies since all of their things had been destroyed when the compound was attacked.

“Hey guys.” Steve says as he walks over to Henry and Lottie who were sitting on his couch. “How about we paint something?”

“Yeah.”

Lottie smiles up at Steve. Henry however doesn’t say anything. He sits there quietly with a pout.

“What do you say Henry?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Ok bubs you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Steve says. “Lottie, let's go to the table.”

Lottie hops off the couch and heads to the table. There’s a little bit more of a bounce to her step and Steve can’t help but smile. He lays everything out with Lottie’s help. Henry stands in the hallway and watches them set up.

“What are you gonna paint, sweetheart?”

“Make suwpwise fo’ mama.”

Steve freezes but he hopes that Lottie’s statement is because she saw you coming home soon. It gives him a bit of hope that you will be.

“That will be nice, I know she’ll love it.”

“Can I make something for mama?” Henry asks quietly.

“Of course you can bubs. What do you want to make for her?”

“The compound exploded right?”

Steve clears his throat. “Yeah it did.”

“Then I’ll make mama a new flower painting.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

Henry takes a seat while Steve places some art supplies in front of him. He goes between both kids, helping them with whatever they need. It turned out to be a good time. There’s no worry about anything going on, just some paints and joking around. Steve hadn’t realized that he’d needed this just as much as the kids.

“Mama comes home. I see it.” Lottie says and pats to her head.

Hearing it floods Steve with relief. How he knows that it happens he just hopes it’s soon.

Bucky’s eyes dart from side to side as he walks down the mostly abandoned streets. Undercover of night he makes his way to the agreed upon meeting place. He only hoped this would work. There was no way he or the kids or even the team and your family could go another day without you. If Bucky could at least get a hint at your whereabouts he would walk in there by himself to save you.

Bucky slips through a rusty door that leads into an abandoned factory. He had made sure to scope it out earlier and made sure to know all the exits just in case. With a quick sweep to make sure there weren’t any surprises Bucky makes it down the hallway on the second floor to the agreed upon meeting place. Bucky has a plan, he just hopes it actually works.

“There’s no use in hiding, I can hear your heart beating.” Be said into the dimly lit and abandoned room.

A woman steps out from the shadows. Her blonde hair was in a braid, green eyes scrutinized his every move. She was standing in a calm but almost defensive position.

“You’re who they sent?”

“Yes, is that a problem?” The Russian accent put Bucky on alert; he just wasn’t sure why.

“No, you just seem young.”

The woman shrugged her shoulders.

“What do you want, Soldat?” She asks.

“I want to make a trade. I’ll go back to hydra if you let her go.”

“Let who go?”

“Don’t play with me.” Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Y/N, you have her and I want to trade places with her. Just let her go and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have this Y/N person you speak of.”

Bucky takes a few steps when he hears movement behind him. He turns with a gun aimed in that direction ready to shoot at whoever is there.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Romanoff?” Bucky grits out.

“Do you really think we would let you do something this stupid.”

“Hi.” A more cheerful and sing-songy greeting comes from the blonde.

“I see you’ve met my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah, this is Yelena. My baby sister and a baby ex-widow.” Nat says knowing how much it annoys Yelena to be introduced like that.

“I am not a baby.” Yelena complains and Nat rolls her eyes with a smirk.

“Wilson, are we clear?” Nat listens to her comms. “We’ll meet you at the jet.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Barnes I’ll explain on the jet but we are going home now.”

“I’m not going home. I’m trying to get Y/N back.” Bucky argues.

“Ok let’s say you manage to get back into hydra do you really think they’ll let her go? And let’s say they actually do, do you think she won’t go right back to looking for you?”

“I don’t know but I have to try. I’d rather it be me dealing with what those monsters do than having to sit at home not being able to save her. Do you know what it’s like to have to calm a 4 year old’s visions about her mother being tortured? I need to save her.” Bucky argues. He’s red in the face as he tries to explain it to Nat.

“I get it but getting yourself captured won’t help her and the kids. Let’s go home, we’re so close to finding her. Lottie had a vision that she came home, so we know Y/N is alive.”

“She did?”

“Yes, it’s the first sign of good news we’ve gotten. But we have to go home. Now you can go willingly or I can force you. It's your choice.”

Bucky stares at the red head and then gives a quick nod. Nat and Yelena accompany Bucky back to the jet where Sam is waiting.

“What is wrong with you? This isn’t the way to get Y/N back.” Sam starts saying as Bucky sits down. “What about the kids man?”

“Save it, Nat already said everything.”

Sam scowls at Bucky before taking a seat in the pilot’s seat and flying them back to the tower.

****

“Dada.” Lottie runs towards Bucky once he’s gotten out of the plane. “Hi Yewena.” Lottie waves at the blonde.

“So the Winter Soldier has a kid? And she knows my name?”

“Two actually.” Nat corrects. “And she can see the future. She knew you were coming.”

Yelena nods impressed by the information.

“Hey Lottie, your auntie Sophia said she wanted to braid your hair. Why don’t you go downstairs and find her?” Steve says but his eyes are focused on Bucky.

“Kay. Auntie Nat wets go.”

“Alright munchkin, maybe Yelena will let you give her a makeover.”

“I don’t need a makeover.”

“It’s fun Yewena.”

“Yeah, it’s fun.” Nat laughs as Lottie takes both of their hands and leads them inside.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of getting Y/N back. Every minute we sit here she's being tortured by hydra and who knows what else.” Bucky snaps.

Steve just shook his head. “You're not thinking clearly and if you don’t get your shit together for Y/N and the kids sake I’ll have you benched.”

“You can’t pull me out of this.”

“Then don’t pull another stunt like this one. We need to be clear headed and focused if we want to get Y/N back fast.” Steve says before walking back in.

Things had gone from bad to worse. Two months had passed and still nothing on where hydra was keeping you. The kids had grown more restless the longer you were gone. Especially Charlotte. Wanda had to block her abilities so that she could eat and sleep. Every now and then though the visions were too strong and she’d get a glimpse of what you were going through. If Wanda wasn’t around it would be difficult to figure out what she saw. Except for now where Lottie was trying to get Bucky’s attention and he was exhausted.

“Dada mama cwying.” She says from across the coffee table. “Wumwow is bad man.”

“I know Charlotte. I know mama is crying.”

“Habe to help mama.” Lottie says with urgency as she points to the door.

“We talked about this Charlotte, we don’t know where mama is yet.”

Bucky gets up and starts heading to his room. Lottie gets up on the coffee table with an angry expression on her face. She definitely wants to get his attention as she stands there with her hands on her hips.

“Wumwow is bad man, dada. Habe to help.”

“Charlotte that’s enough.” Bucky says as he turns to look at her. If you were here you’d make some comment about how much they looked alike with matching pouts.

“Not ‘nough dada. You no wisten.” She stamps her foot on the table and the wood creaks. Her hands balled into fists at her side.

“Charlotte, we are trying to find mama. Now get off the table.”

“No. You no wisten. You bad, dada.” She points at him and stomps her foot again with all the fury a four year old with super soldier serum can and the table breaks.

Bucky is right there to catch her before she falls. The sudden almost drop and Bucky’s movement scare Lottie and she begins to cry.

“I’m sorry doll.” Bucky says with a broken voice. “I’m so sorry.”

Charlotte thrashes against him and punches him in the chest repeatedly.

“No wike you. You bad, dada.”

With tears in his eyes he puts Charlotte down and she runs to the front door, leaving Bucky to wallow in his anger and ever dwindling hope that he’ll find you and get to hold you again. Now he had to add on to that, that his children would resent him because he couldn’t dig himself out of this hole. You would surely be upset with him about it if you saw him like this. Still Bucky can’t do anything but sit with the heaviness in his chest and the knowledge that it’s his fault his family has fallen apart. He runs a hand through his now much longer hair as he thinks about how to fix this.

With everyday that passes Henry retreats into himself. He can’t hear your name without crying. Lottie is always upset and frustrated that she can’t explain what she's seeing. Now add to it that she apparently hates Bucky.

“Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his anguish. “We have a lead.”

Bucky looked up to see Steve with Lottie in his arms. She doesn’t seem upset anymore and Bucky wonders how much time had passed.

“What’s the lead?”

“Rumlow. Lottie heard his name in a vision.”

“Wumwow.” Bucky muttered as he realized what Lottie had been trying to tell him.

“Yeah, and Tony started a search and we’ve gotten some hits of either mentions of him and a few sightings. We thought he was dead after D.C. but I guess not. We’re going to start planning on how to bring him in. Right now he’s our best shot at finding Y/N and bringing her back.”

For the first time this was a real chance and a ray of hope that this nightmare could be over soon.

“I’ll be down soon. I need to talk to Charlotte first.”

“Take however long you need.” Steve sets Lottie on the floor and walks out.

“C’mere doll.”

Lottie steps in between her dads legs as he sits on the couch.

“I’m so sorry baby. You’re just trying to help mama and I didn’t listen.”

“Is kay. Dada sad too.” She says as she plays with the hem of his shirt.

“I am sad but I should still listen. Now why don’t we go find Rumlow so we can help mama?”

“Kay.”

“I love you so much sweet Angel.” Bucky hugs her as she sniffles at hearing your nickname for her.

“You not bad dada.”

“I haven’t been a great dad though, doll. I’m sorry you and your brother deserve better.”

“Is kay, lobe you dada.” Lottie wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck and kisses his cheek.

“I love you too, doll.”

It’s like Bucky had lost consciousness and control over his body. It was worse than sleepwalking. But it didn’t matter if he got the answers he wanted. He struggled against whoever was holding him back.

“Bucky, listen to me. You need to calm down, this isn’t going to solve anything yet.” It was Steve’s voice that helped lift the fog he had been living in.

When Bucky blinked back into the moment and looked around he realized he was somewhere unknown. His eyes turned to Steve in a silent question of what happened.

“Seems like you’re still a lapdog soldat.”

Bucky turned to look at whoever said it only to find someone beaten tied to a chair. His skin was black and blue and blood was dried around his nose and mouth.

“You found Rumlow, do you remember?”

Bucky just shook his head. But note his cold dark gaze was on the man that could tell him where you are. He steps forward but Steve stops him.

“Remember the mission is finding Y/N. Not killing him.”

“That’s right, soldat.” Rumlow taunted. “If you want to know where your girl is you better listen to your handler.”

In two long strides Bucky was in front of Brock and with one punch he was laid on his back still tied to the chair. Rumlow groaned as the pain bloomed in his face. Sam pulled him and his chair back up. Bucky hadn’t even noticed that Sam was in the room.

“Do whatever you need to do to get an exact location.” Steve says. “You can get rid of him after we’ve brought her home.”

“You can’t do that.”

Rumlow fought against his restraints. He yelled and pleaded with Steve as he and Sam walked out of the room.

“What was it that you said about listening to my handler?” Bucky’s eyes darkened as he grabbed a knife and flipped it back and forth. Toying with it as he walked closer to his prisoner. “Where is she?”

“Fuck you.”

Bucky huffed a laugh. “I’m so glad you’re going to put up a fight. Now you’ll get a taste of everything Hydra did to me.”

This would be the final briefing. It took almost another month to find the exact location. Rumlow had tried to send them on a wild goose chase but he learned his lesson fairly quickly.

“So it would work best if our team heads down toward hydra’s compound from the east.” Agent Ross said.

As much as Bucky didn’t want to see any CIA agents again both Sharon and Ross offered their help. T’Challa and Shuri were also joining to provide back up. They were currently at the briefing via video chat along with Okoye. Fury even asked for Charlotte to be present in case she got a vision of the mission.

“No.” Lottie shakes her head as she sits on Wanda’s lap and looks up at her, waiting for the witch to read her mind.

“Did Rumlow say anything about the village that surrounds the compound.”

“No, he only gave me the layout of the buildings, all entrances and patrols.”

“Hm,” Wanda’s eyes still flowed red as she read Lottie’s mind. “Seems like the village works with hydra. Most of the people that work at the compound live there.”

“So instead of quietly evacuating everyone we have to make sure they don’t warn anyone in the main buildings.” Ross said.

“Leave that to me, I can cut all of their communication without it affecting us.” Shuri says.

“Good. Then we should move the drop off point for Ross and his team to here.” Steve points at a Forest north of the village.

“We can handle that.”

“All teams must be at their entry points at the same time. From what Rumlow said this is the biggest facility Hydra has and has been in operation for decades.”

“That means there is a chance for there to be other test subjects in there. We’ll do our best to not harm them but if they attack first you must defend yourself.”

“Wilson, Vision, Rhodes and Stark you’ll be responsible for any aircraft that try to lift off. We can’t give anyone the chance to escape.”

They all nod and for the rest of the briefing Fury makes sure everyone knows their rolls.

****

It had been exactly three months since you were taken. And this was the day Bucky would bring you back. Everyone was getting on the jet after saying their goodbyes to the kids and your family.

Bucky was kneeling in front of them and hugging them both. He could feel the nervous energy rolling off of Henry.

“Maybe I can help. I can turn people invisible.” He offers as he looks at his dad.

Bucky smiles but shakes his head.

“Thank you for offering to help save your mama but I know she’d want you to be safe more than anything else.” Bucky cupped Henry’s cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the best dad bubs. But I’ll make it up to you once I’m back ok?”

“It’s ok daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bucky hugs Henry again. “I love you too doll.” Bucky turns his attention to Lottie.

“Lobe you too dada.”

“Once mama is back and healthy we’ll have a sleepover just the four of us ok.”

“Yeah.” Lottie did a little happy dance. “Dada?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Lottie’s eyebrows furrow before she blinks rapidly a few times. “Mama is not kay. Bad man make her mad.”

Bucky wasn’t sure what to do with the information so he just nodded at her.

“Ok doll, I have to go now but I’ll be back soon and mama will be back ok.”

“Okay.”

“Kay.”

Bucky stood and walked up to Eddie who held his hand out. They shook but Eddie pulled him in a bit and put his free hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Listen son, I want my girl to come back home already and I know you’ll do whatever it takes.”

Bucky nodded.

“But don’t you dare do some sacrifice play for her, you hear me. She’ll need you as she recovers and if she finds out something happened to you because you were rescuing her she’ll never forgive herself. So you make sure that when she comes back you’re right there with her. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Be careful out there. We need you just as much as we need Y/N.” Ed said before giving Bucky a quick hug.

Bucky jogs out to the jet and takes a seat next to Steve. During the whole flight he doesn’t say a word. His focus is making sure he gets you out no matter what.

Of course hydra wouldn’t go down without a fight. Around every corner there was another group of agents ready to lay down their lives for this evil organization. That didn’t stop or slow Bucky down. He had one mission and that was finding you. At some point he must have separated from his team without realizing it.

He had just walked out of an exam room when there was movement at the end of the otherwise abandoned hallway. With his gun raised Bucky moved quickly and quietly in hope to find someone or something that would lead him to you.

“Stop. Turn around slowly.” Bucky orders.

His breath hitches when the man turns around and pulls you along. He uses you as a human shield. You are dressed in a tattered old hospital gown. Your hair was matted and knotted and your hands were cuffed behind your back.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out.

You didn’t respond, instead your eyes stayed fixated at a point on the ground. Bucky could see how tired you looked. He couldn’t begin to imagine what they must've done to you.

“She’s an obedient little thing now. She won’t do anything unless she’s told to do so. But you remember those days don’t you, Soldat?” The man behind you laughs at the distressed look on Bucky’s face. “She’s been so much fun to play with.”

He drops the ironclad hold he had on your neck and releases the cuffs you had on. He leans into your ear and murmurs something.

Your murderous gaze snaps up to Bucky’s.

Ch. 31

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Olive

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis, YN and Arthur meet Olive.

Based on this request Warning: mentions of infertility

For seven years Arthur was the only grandson and nephew, which meant he spoilt rotten with love, affection and attention by both the Styles and Tomlinson families.

When Lottie and Lewis announced they were having a baby, Louis and YN were slightly nervous that their son may get jealous once their little one came along, knowing how much attention a newborn would get. But how wrong were they!

Arthur was absolutely besotted with his little cousin Lucky. From the moment the little boy was placed into his big cousins arms, a bond was created. Arthur took his big cousin duties seriously, always wanting to help whenever Lucky needed a feed or nagging his auntie Lottie to push the pram when he went for a walk with them.

Excitement was an understatement when Arthur found out he was going to have another cousin. Although Louis was one of the first to know Phoebe was expecting, he and YN agreed it would be best to tell Arthur after Phoebe had her twelve week scan.

Before Phoebe and Jack announced their precious news to the world, they had one last person to tell. Louis and YN were sat in their cosy living area at their house in London, Louis arm wrapped around the back of the sofa where YN was sitting.

“Archie!” Phoebe called from her place on the opposite sofa. “I’ve got something for you.”.

“What is it?”. Arthur’s ear perked up at the thought of getting something, eyes wide with enthusiasm. “Is it a card?”. He continued with his questions as he took the white envelope from his auntie.

“Open it and have a look lad.”. Louis spoke as he watched and waited for the moment his son realised what was in the envelope.

Arthur’s little fingers peeled open the sealed envelope, and a frown covered his face as he looked at his Mum for an answer.

“Do you know what it is little man?”. YN asked when she could see his little confused expression. When Arthur shrugged his shoulders and continued to look at the black and white photo in his hand. “Remember when Lucky was in Auntie Lottie’s tummy and she had one of those?”.

“Yeah…have you got a baby in your tummy?” Arthur asked Phoebe, still waiting for an answer.

Phoebe smiled at the smaller version of her brother. “I do….you’re going to have another cousin!”.

“YAAAAAAAY!” Arthur cheered as he jumped up and down on the spot, his feet banging against the floor as he landed. Louis and YN smiled at his excitement. “Can I feel the baby?”.

“I haven’t got a bump yet but you can have a feel if you want.” Phoebe explained before she placed Arthur’s hand on her tummy.

YN’s eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. But Louis’ eyes were on YN because although she wore a smile, he knew what she was thinking. Why couldn’t they give their son a brother or sister?

“It’ll happen one day!” Louis whispered in YN’s ear before placing a sweet peck on her temple as he pulled her closer to him so he could hold her in his arms.

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Phoebe and Jack were hosting a gender reveal for their families and friends. As Louis was on tour in America and couldn’t make it, Phoebe had already told him the gender of their baby. But YN and Arthur were equally excited for the gender reveal. Eager to know if the new addition was a boy or girl.

“I think Auntie Phoebe and Uncle Jack are having a girl!” Arthur confessed as YN drove them both to the venue where the gender reveal was being held.

YN kept her focus on the road as she drove, both hands holding the steering wheel as Louis’ album was quietly playing in the background. “I think so too sweetheart.”.

“I still don’t think it’s fair that Dad already knows!” Arthur pouted in the front seat. From the minute Arthur had found out that Louis already knew, he had been vocal about the unfairness.

“Your Dad is very special to your aunties and he’s always the first to know important things to them”. YN began to explain. “Your Dad looks after them just like he looks after you.”.

“Like Uncle Harry looks after you?”. Arthur compared the sibling relationships.

“Yeah…just like Uncle Harry looks after me.”. YN smiled at the words. It was in that moment that she appreciated how much love they both had around them.

Although Arthur was certain Phoebe and Jack’s baby was a girl, he still celebrated and showed his excitement as the blue confetti fell from the black balloon, announcing they were having a boy.

But having to explain to Arthur a few weeks later that the baby was a girl, was interesting.

“So it’s changed from a boy to a girl?”.

“How did the doctors get it wrong?”.

“I always knew it was going to be a girl!”.

Were just a few statements that fell from the little boys mouth.

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As they celebrated the Christmas holidays with the Tomlinson’s so Phoebe’s due date was fast approaching. Which meant Arthur was attached to Phoebe’s side, rubbing her tummy, feeling the baby kick and placing a kiss on her bump every now and then.

After days of asking his parents if he had a new cousin yet and being told “not yet”, the day had finally come when Phoebe and Jack welcomed their little girl into the world.

Arthur was fast asleep upstairs when Louis’s grandparents had a phone-call from Daisy to say that Phoebe had given birth. Louis and YN were so relieved that both were doing well and would be home the next day.

That same night Louis and YN were lying in bed, at his grandparents house, both facing each other.

“So you have a niece!” YN smiled at Louis, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“We have a niece!” Louis corrected YN as he pulled her closer to him. “You’re amazing, you know that?”.

“I haven’t done anything!” YN quietly laughed, not wanting to wake the others. Her fingers tracing over the tattoos that covered Louis chest.

Louis gave YN a sad smile. “You know what I mean…Phoebe having a baby and for whatever reason us not being able to right now.”.

YN found Louis lips with hers, quickly leaving a little peck. “It’s not meant to be right now.”.

“I think we should recreate the night we conceived Arthur.” Louis joked, causing YN to giggle into his neck. “Vodka in a fookin’ mug should do it.”.

“Shut up Lou!” YN continued to giggle at Louis’ teasing. “I won’t say no to us trying though!”.

“You don’t have to ask me fookin’ twice!” Louis wasted no time pushing his lips onto YN’s and rolling them both over so he was lying on top of her.

Louis was determined that they would see the two lines they had been desperate to see this year.

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The minute Louis shared the news with Arthur, the little boy was eager to meet the new addition to their family.

“Are they here yet?”. Arthur asked for what felt like the millionth time, as he peaked out of the tall glass window.

“Not yet sweetheart…why don’t we go for a walk?”. YN suggested, knowing Arthur needed a distraction.

Louis rose from his seat. “C’mon lad, we can take your football over the field and have a kick’bout”.

YN, Louis and Arthur spent a few hours over the field. Louis and Arthur kicked the ball back and forth, ran around the grass chasing each other and the little family burst into laughter when the two boys thought it was a good idea to run towards YN at the same time, causing the three of them to fall to the ground and land on each other.

As they walked back towards the house, Louis and YN had their hands intwined and Arthur had a skip in his step hoping he would see a few added cars on the driveway. Meaning Phoebe had arrived home. To Arthur’s relief, there on the driveway sat three extra cars, Phoebe and Jack, Daisy’s and Lottie’s.

Arthur ran towards the front door, with Louis and YN every step behind him telling him to slow down before he scares the newborn baby inside. The house was calm, when they walked through into the living room.

The sight was precious, Phoebe cuddling her baby girl in her arms with Daisy sat next to them completely in awe of her twin and niece. Seeing one of his baby sisters holding her own baby brought a tear to Louis eye.

YN noticed Louis getting emotional and she fell in love with him even more. Taking his hand in hers, she gestured towards where Arthur was now sat between his two aunties, his finger holding his new cousins tiny hand. “C’mon Uncle Louis, go and meet your niece!”.

Arthur held Olive in his arms and his eyes never left the sleeping baby. But what made everyone’s heart burst was when they heard Arthur whisper “I love you Olive.” and pressed a loving kiss to the white hat that laid on her head.

YN remembers seeing Louis hold Arthur for the first time. She hadn’t felt a love like it before. She loved watching their bond and love grow each day. They truly had an unbreakable relationship and YN is so glad Arthur has a loving, kind and special father like Louis.

She was fortunate enough to see Louis become an uncle to Lucky. YN loved watching the difference in the way Louis was an uncle compared to a father. Louis loved being a father, but having the title came with responsibility and decision making. But being an uncle meant he could enjoy being a little care free, fun and bend the rules slightly and then politely hand Lucky back to Lottie and Lewis.

YN hadn’t prepared herself to watch Louis cuddle his niece. The way he gently held her in his tattoo covered arms, the way he looked down the her delicate and tiny features with a loving smile, the way he never looked away from her and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. Her heart longed for another chance to see Louis hold a baby that they craved.

Lottie noticed tears streaming down YN’s cheeks as she sat next to her. Moving closer to her, the younger girl placed her hand in YN’s. “I was the same when I saw Lewis holding Olive…makes you emotional doesn’t it?”.

YN squeezed Lottie’s hand. “It does…hormones ey?” She tried to joke. But looking around the room, she saw a family. Two loving grandparents. Siblings who adored eachother. Cousins who would grow to be forever friends. Proud aunties and uncles. But YN’s mind went to a special woman, who would be looking down and feeling extra proud of her family right now. “Olive Johannah is sent from an angel above!”.

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theitgirlnetwork · 6 months

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Chapter 1: Not A Nice Guy

Authors Note: Did you miss me? Lol be patient with me y'all, I'm building a universe and have a couple more white boys of the month to add to it xoxo See the post before this one for Charlotte Fisher's aesthetic (its not my fave and I'll probably make a better one soon. Ofc you can imagine her as you want, but occasionally her appearance will be described. This chapter is short but they'll usually be longer :)

“First shower!”

“Fuck that! You’ve had it first everyday this week!”

“Yeah, neither of you are getting it, Carl needs it more.” Fiona sighs, picking up a toy fire engine that almost took her out laying on the floor in the hallway. “Ian, you need the phone today don’t you? It’s yours if you can take Liam this morning. Lip, take out the trash will you?”

“Debs!”

“No,” Fiona huffs, shoving her brother’s shoulder. “I asked you, not Debbie. She’s helping with breakfast.”

“Fucksake.” The blond groans, tightening his pajama pants and jogging down the stairs to grab the trash bag. He snags a cigarette off of the counter, letting it hang loosely in his mouth as he heads out the door. “Heavy ass bag.”

Lip’s head shoots up when he hears a clatter coming from the direction of Kev and V’s house. “Ow! My nail.” a feminine voice whines.

Lip drops the trash in the bin and crosses over their connecting grass to look into their driveway. “You alright, V-” he’s caught off by the sight of a pretty girl in a short skirt, dragging a suitcase from the trunk of Kev’s car, clothes spilling out, a bright pink thong on the ground in front of them. “Not V. What, is Kev having an affair or somethin’?”

The girl’s head shoots up, revealing big brown eyes and pouty pink lips, her silky black hair bouncing with the sharp movement. “What? No. I’m not-”

“New foster kid, then?” He questions, tearing his eyes away from her to glance at the ground again, eyeing the underwear and chuckling lowly when she squeals, slamming her foot over it to cover it.

“No!” she yelps, dragging her foot closer to her before clearing her throat. “No. I’m Charlotte Fisher. V’s my cousin.” The girl rolls her shoulders back to stand up straight, completely letting go of the suitcase and letting it clatter to the ground, releasing a helpless laugh at her own expense. The sound rings in Lip’s ear. Sighing she holds her hand out for him to shake.

He takes her soft hand into his rougher one, careful not to squeeze too hard as he shakes her hand. “Oh yeah? Lip Gallagher.” The girl snorts, quickly taking her hand back to cover her mouth while Lip absently wonders how many different sounds she was going to make in this encounter and how many more he could get her to make. “Somethin’ funny?”

“I’m sorry…just…your parents named you Lip?” Her giggles get louder and Lip just stands there. He doesn’t know what to do. If anyone else laughed in his face like this, he’d crack their jaw. Or call them a bitch and flip them off, cause hey, his sister taught him not to hit women.

But this…he didn’t care. He just liked the sound of her laughing. Even if it was at his expense. But whether he liked the sound or not, that didn’t get rid of the heat on the back of his neck. “It’s actually Phillip. Lip is short for Phillip.”

“Phillip.” Charlotte smiles, leaning against the car, jumping a little when the alarm sounds. Her hands cover her ears as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Damn it, Lottie!” V comes running out of the house, tugging on her robe, car keys jingling in her hands, turning the alarm off. “I told you to wait for Kev.”

Brown eyes go wide, and pink lips turn downward slightly. “No, I know, but I needed to change my clothes, and take a shower.”

“Could’ve borrowed some of my clothes.” V shrugs, tossing a bra back into the spilled suitcase.

Charlotte stares down at her feet, tilting her weight from one hip to another. “Didn’t want to.”

“Why the hell not?” V says incredulously.

Lip snorts, shaking his head.

“Somethin’ funny, blondie?”

“Nah, V, I was just tellin’ your cousin here, that I’d take her bags in.”

“Oh yeah? Bet you were, take it inside and put it in the living room, Kev will take it the rest of the way. Charlotte, you can use the bathroom upstairs.” Her eyes follow the younger woman inside before her hand shoots out to stop Lip from following her in, gripping the back of the wife beater he has on. “Don’t even think about it, Lip. I’m serious.”

“Think about what?” the blond shrugs, leaning to the left to look over V’s shoulder at Charlotte’s ass as she heads up the stairs.

“Hey, hey!” she snaps her fingers in front of his face. “She’s a nice girl. And she doesn’t need any of the Gallagher bullshit.”

“Isn’t your best friend a Gallagher?”

“Hm,” she pauses, tapping her chin sarcastically. “Well, if Fi starts eye fucking my cousin I’ll let her. Bag down, then outta my house.”

Lip rolls his eyes, hauling the other bag under his shoulder. “Heard you.”

And he had. Heard her. Lip respects V…and sometimes Kev. They should know better than to move a hot, of age girl next door to him. She’s 19, only a year younger than Lip, pretty face, body, well, she’s got V’s genes. That’s all of the information he got from the recon Carl did for him. It was perfect.

So that’s how he got here, standing outside of Kev and V’s house, throwing rocks at the window to the spare bedroom because suddenly, V started locking the front door. The window creaks open and suddenly a head full of black shiny hair falls through. “Phillip? What are you doing?”

“I am…” he glances around, checking for any sign of V. “takin’ you out. Show you around this shithole.”

“I would like to but I can’t.” She hums.

“Any reason why?” Lip places his hands on his hips. Charlotte disappears back into the house but leaves the window open. “Did V say something? Because I think she’s just menstruating or something, she’s generally one of my biggest fans.”

“Nope!” She chirps, bounding out of the front door, pulling on a pink blazer over a white dress. “But I’m job hunting.”

“Don’t you look cute.” Lip smirks, reaching over and adjusting the girl’s collar. He eyes the clean fabric and all he could think about is wanting to dirty it and rip it apart with his hands “Where you interviewing at?”

“A couple different places.” she hums. “M’Staying with V and Kev for a while so I can be on my own. You know, learn how to be independent. It’s what my parents want. I’ve got a list see.” She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with little characters on the side, turning it to show Lip. “Lots of ‘em, see?”

Lip takes the paper, scanning over it before looking the girl up and down. “You dance?”

“I dunno, sometimes? Why does that matter?” The girl asks, pulling out a pink rhinestone bedazzled phone. “Signal sucks.”

“Not that kind of dancin’ at least three of these places are strip clubs. Don’t seem like the type-”

Charlotte gasps, leaning closer to lip to eye the paper again, letting him smell the sweet scent of vanilla. “Which ones?”

“I’ll get rid of them.” he smiles, ripping part of the paper. “There we go, that leaves a few.”

“Any drug fronts or prostitution rings on here I should know about?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks at the remaining places on the list.

Lip glances back at his house, where Mandy was no doubt asleep in his room. Blue eyes scan the window carefully before he dips his head imploringly at the girl, wetting his bottom lip. “How about I go with you, we’ll hang out.”

A dimpled, shy smile appears as Charlotte looks off to the side, “Dunno.”

“Okay, I mean it’s up to you, I’m just from here, and you’re new, just lookin’ out for a family friend.” he shrugs. Lip could all but feel her wide eyes following her as he walked slowly back toward his house with absolutely no intention of going inside. Three…two…

“Hey, Phillip? Wait.”

“Yeah?”

She rocks on her feet, grinning at him widely. “Would you come with me?”

Lip lets his eyes scan the woman one more time, letting a wolfish smile spread across his face. “Um…yeah, sure.”

“And this would be your uniform.” The greasy manager leers, dangling the outfit on the hanger in Charlotte’s face.

Lip chuckles to himself quietly around a tooth pick, watching as she studies the skimpy outfit. Skin tight baby tee and matching elastic booty shorts that are barely enough fabric to not be considered panties, pretty covered up compared to the other outfits the rest of the southside shithead managers had dangled in the girl’s face all afternoon. Her manicured nails pinch at the fabric as a line forms between her furrowed brows.

“I-is this what all of your servers wear?”

“The ones that look like you, honey. But if you like, I’m sure I could find you somethin’ smaller.”

“What?”

As much as he was enjoying the show, he’d rather not watch this gross old fuck mess with the untouched forbidden fruit when he was trying to get there first. He’d noticed throughout their little day out that Charlotte wasn’t the brightest. Functioned just fine but didn’t know how to bargain for shit. The fact that she’d graduated high school put her miles above most of the fuckers out here but she didn’t seem to know that. V and Kev gave her free reign to figure out her own situation. She also didn’t know that her cute little pink resume wasn’t what was getting all of these middle-aged, sweaty assholes to offer her jobs that she could literally start tonight. “You…uh, you don’t wanna take him up on that, alright?”

Charlotte studies Lip’s face, shifting closer to him unconsciously while wrapping her arms around herself and pouting. “Nothin’ left on the list.” she sighs loudly and tucks the uniform under her arm. “I’ll take it.”

“Perfect!” the man claps. “See you at 8. That’s when we have our rush. Bring your fine ass and we’ll make you some cash, honey.”

Charlotte huffs out another sigh and whirls around to slip past Lip and out of the office, both men’s eyes following her as she goes. “Those damn Fisher genes, huh? Try not to Gallagher that all up before anyone else gets a crack at it, will you?”

“Yeah, fuck you too, Alan. I’ll be back at 8 too, save a table for me.”

“So, uh, back home?” Lip asks, shoving his hands in his pockets once he catches up to Charlotte.

“Yeah, guess so. I need to get ready for work. This is gonna be my first job.” she chirps, bouncing in her step next to him.

“Really?” he drawls. He’s completely unsurprised, he can read privilege on her from a mile away. Maybe not a gold spoon in her mouth but definitely a silver one. “What’d you do for your mom and pops to push you out?”

“Oh, nothing. They just want me to grow up and be independent. I wanted to too! And V, I’ve always wanted to be just like her-”

Oh I’d pay to see that. “Really?”

“Yeah.” she hums. “What about you, Phillip? Where do you work? Are you in school?”

“Um…here and there. Did the school thing, finished the part that mattered.” he shrugs, quietly ushering her to walk on the side of the sidewalk further away from the road. “I do what I can to get by.”

“Fiona told me that you’re smart. You really helped me today, it must be true.”

Course she met Fiona. No need to wonder why she’d never introduced me. “Yeah, I can read and write. A little addition and subtraction. What else she tell you about me?”

“Um, you’re the second oldest and help her take care of Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam. Right? I wish I had siblings, all I have is cousins and I was only ever close to V.”

“Yeah? It was lonely out there in…”

“Great Falls, Virginia.” silky black hair falls over her shoulder as she tilts it pensively. “Well I was with Mom and Dad, so, not lonely.”

“Mom, dad and boyfriend?”

Charlotte looks over at him, both of their mouths slowly spreading into a smile. “Sometimes. Not right now.” Not that it matters to me. “Do you have a girlfriend or was this day out you trying to get a date with me?”

“No girlfriend and maybe a little. Cute things like you don't usually stumble into our hood.” The two of them round the corner into their neighborhood and Lip tries to pull ahead to see if Mandy’s hanging out in the yard. “So how about it?”

“‘Bout what?” she smiles, pulling a lollipop from her jacket pocket before holding it out to Lip, shrugging when he shakes his head and taking it out of the wrapper and shoving it in his unsuspecting hand. “You haven’t asked me anything, Phillip Gallagher.” she smiles as she takes the candy into her mouth. Lip can’t decide whether or not the way she’s eating it is intentional but god is it working.

“I’ll pick you up from work at 8:30.”

“But I don’t start until 8.” her sweet voice calls across the yard.

Lip smirks as he makes his way back up the steps to his house. “Alright, I’ll be there at 7.”

“Hey, where were you today? Missed you.” Mandy whispers, hugging behind Lip as he pours some cheerios into a bowl for Liam. “Ian and I were thinkin’ about seein’ a movie tonight. Gonna give him an excuse to see Mickey. Be my double date?”

Lip nods quietly to himself as he lets her kiss his neck before shrugging out of her hug to slide the bowl onto Liam’s high chair table. “Here ya go, buddy. Um…maybe, I’ve got an errand to run but I might meet up with you guys at uh…some point.”

“Well, can I come with you on the errand? We can help out Ian after.”

“Nah, it’ll be boring.”

Mandy’s mouth slowly falls into a frown before she shoves at Lip’s back. “Fine.” she huffs before storming up the stairs.

Lip looks after her before shaking his head and leaning down to Liam’s eye level. “Fuckin’ crazy, huh, buddy?” the toddler blows a raspberry in his older brother’s face and giggles, causing the older boy to chuckle. “Yeah you get me.”

“Hey, Lip’s in charge, Ian’s out and I'm gonna be back in a little bit.” Fiona calls out, running her hand over Carl’s head and kissing Liam’s cheek.

“Actually-uh…Fi, I have to be somewhere, shouldn’t be long, but I’m sure Debbie can run things for a while though. Shouldn’t take me long. Be good shitheads.” Lip grabs his coat and starts to dart out of the door.

“Woah woah woah, where are you going? Meeting up with Ian and Mandy?”

“Um, since when do we check each other on where we’re going? I don’t know where you’re going.”

“With Fi to get some nice stuff for her cousin Lottie. She just moved in and she’s found a job. We wanna celebrate.” Fiona smiles, leaning against the door frame. “Your turn.”

“Get some smokes. You mind?” Lip huffs, pushing past her.

The bell to the establishment rings as Lip pushes in, immediately finding the woman he’s looking for.

“Hey, honey, new table four beers, quickly!”

“Yeah okay, comin’!” Charlotte rushes over, balancing the four beers in her arms, pushing up on her toes to get them onto the high top table while the glasses clink. “Here ya go! Can I get you guys somethin’ to eat?”

“Yeah,” the drunken man wearing the Bachelor badge slurs, “You’ve got somethin’ I wanna eat.”

“Oh, um-”

Lip takes wide strides over, slipping his arm over Charlotte’s waist and pushing her away from the table. “Hey, Alan, invite your baby mama to the wedding yet?”

“Fuck you, Gallagher, leave some for the rest of us, what’re you gonna share this one with Frank too?”

Lip grits his teeth, grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, “Listen shithead-”

“Who’s Frank?” Charlotte asks from behind the blond.

The man immediately feels himself cool off, letting a smug smile across his lips. “Exactly.” Lip guides Charlotte away to go take other orders and slides into a booth himself, watching her work.

Every once in a while, she would stop at his table, slipping him fries and beers, only giving him two before cutting him off and bringing soda. They would chat about how her shift was going and she would try to guess about their date that he didn’t ask her on later. During her break they went over to the game section of the bar and he taught her how to play chess.

She showed him pictures on her phone of her back in highschool. She looked exactly like what he pictured. Pretty little cheerleader, belly button piercing, prick boyfriend lurking in the background of nearly every picture. Lip was grateful she said that’s been over for at least six months. He could take a hit, but damn, juiced up football players tend to pack a punch. Not that it’s stopped him before.

Finally twelve a.m. came and she got off her first shift. She told Lip to meet her out front and after ten more minutes she came jogging out with a bag full of stuff. “What’s that?”

“It’s cake,” she grins, handing the bag over to Lip. “For Fiona and the kids, as an apology for keeping big brother out all night. Bad first impression as the new neighbor, right?”

“Ah, sweet, they’ll love that. Free food’s the best kind.” Lip grins, slinging an arm over Charlotte’s shoulder. “No one’s worried about when I get home. But I’d better get you there safe before V comes after me with a bat. Wanna go for a drink and walk? Cold?” he asks, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and wrapping it around hers.

“Um, I don’t really drink outside of special occasions. And my birthday, I always get fucked up with V and Kev on my birthday.”

“Woah, sailor, dirty words from that pretty mouth.” he nudges, smiling back at her as she looks up at him.

“I’m pretty sure you curse more than you use regular words.” she snorts, nudging him back. “Now tell me about your day today.”

“Mm, okay, I woke up, smoked a blunt with my brother, let him beat me to the bathroom, met this absolute smoke show struggling to carry a suitcase-”

“It was heavy!”

“I lifted it.”

“You’re strong.” she hums. Lip shakes his head, guiding her up the street, pulling her a little further under his arm when some random guys on the street eye her. He holds her even tighter when she tucks herself into him when she notices them too. Lip clenches his jaw at the feeling of pride in his chest he feels when he feels her fingers grip the fabric of his jacket. If it had been Mandy they were looking at she would yell at them ‘Can I help you? Shitdicks?’. Hell, had it been Karen she’d threaten Lip with actually going with them. “Are we almost back? I guess I don’t really know the way at night. Kev was gonna pick me up but I told him I’d made a friend who was gonna take me home.”

“Yeah, um, we’re almost home. Hey, uh, make any good tips?”

“Mm yeah.” Charlotte nods.

“Really, good job, let’s see it.”

“Um, no.” she shrugs. “Oh, I think I see the street sign.”

Lip cocks his head back in questioning, “What’re you worried I’ll take it from you?” he stops walking, and she stops too. Her big, pretty brown eyes are looking everywhere but at his blue ones. “Someone else took it from you?”

Charlotte shifts her weight from one foot to another before walking past him, “I think I can make it the rest of the way. I had fun today.”

“Hey-” Lip tries again, following her toward V’s. “Who took your money?”

She lets her head fall back, looking toward the sky. “No one took it. All of the waitresses share tips, that’s what they said.”

“Yeah? Did they pool it and let you take a portion?”

“Yes!”

“Charlotte.”

“Seriously!”

Lip’s brows furrow as he looks at her. “So what happened to yours? Because…no.” he scoffs, “no.”

“It was a thank you for being my first friend here.” She smiles innocently. He raises the bag of cakes. “And thanks for taking care of my cousin all these years?”

Immediately Lip is annoyed. Truly, his family never really minded getting free shit from people. But this, it felt annoying, and embarrassing. What, did she not think he could take her out? She’s some priss from the suburbs and she thinks the broke boy couldn’t even buy his own beers and snacks? Fuckin’ slumming it with him for her little stint in the hood? Does she really not fucking drink or did she not think he could buy her one. He lets a heavy breath out from his nose, and shoves his hands in his pockets, ready to tell her pissy ass about herself.

But then big brown eyes stare up at him, pink lips pouting, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just thought it would be nice…and…the manager said that the stuff would be cheaper if I was the one buying it…I just thought it would be sweet.”

A beat passes before Lip is wrapping the ends of his scarf in his hands, tugging the woman forward and to his lips, breathing out a “real sweet.” before connecting them.

Phillip Gallagher is an intelligent man. Like real fucking smart if he does say so himself, but as he wracks his brain he can’t find one synonym, adjective, fuck-any intelligible thoughts that can describe what her soft ass lips against his felt like. Working her mouth open and cupping her jaw with his rough hand he files away the sound she made for later and tries to forget the one he made. It’s intense, satisfying, its fucking good. So, he does the only next step he’s taken since he lost his virginity at like thirteen. “You wanna go inside mine and bang one out? Since Kev and V’s is probably off limits.”

“Wh-what?”

The confusion on her face only intensifies when Carl comes stumbling out of the house with a wide smile. “Woah, you’re fuckin’ hot. You’re hanging out with the wrong Gallagher, babe.”

“Carl! You can’t talk to people like that, fucksake.” Fiona pushes the boy back into the house before stopping in the doorway. “Oh, shit, Lottie, she’s back V! Lip, please tell me you didn’t.”

Lip huffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Didn’t what?”

“Hi Fiona. It’s good to see you again.” Charlotte smiles, going up the walkway to hug the older girl.

Soon the Gallagher clan was filing out of the house, and onto the lawn, joined by Kev and V. Veronica makes her way over to her cousin pulling her into a hug. “Hey baby, how was work?”

While Ian leans over to Lip mumbling to him, “You might wanna wipe your mouth, unless you’re gonna try to sell Mandy that you’ve started wearing peach lip gloss.”

“Fuck you, its strawberry” Lip sneers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as his depends on who you ask, girlfriend makes her way out of the house, immediately ducking under Lip’s arm and smiling at Charlotte.

“Mandy. Lip’s girlfriend. You’re V’s cousin?”

For the third time tonight Charlotte surprises Lip, when her face falls flat, her lip curling in disgust, he doesn’t think he’s seen her look this much like V. “Girlfriend?”

Mandy straightens, and Lip finds himself gripping the back of her shirt in case she decides to get aggressive. “Yeah, girlfriend.”

Charlotte sniffs, looking around at the people chatting in the yard, and gestures with her head for Lip and Mandy to follow her a little ways away. “Look, I’m gonna show you some courtesy and not embarrass you in front of your family. Mandy, your boyfriend asked me on a date, kissed me, and asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. I did the first two, and I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. It won’t happen again.” she glares at Lip. “Believe me.”

“You bitch-”

“You can be mad at me, if you want to. But I think you should be mad at the person who owes you loyalty. You could do better. You’re not a nice guy, Phillip Gallagher.” Charlotte snips, flipping her hair and swishing past them.

Lip knows he should be mad at her for snitching on him. He knows Mandy is probably gonna deck him for cheating or whatever she was gonna call it. But all he could think about is how many balls it took for that sweet thing to give a girl like Mandy the ‘coming to you as a woman speech’ over a little kiss and proposition. That, and the sweet scent that brushed past when she did.

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fluff-/kinkmas - day two - SFW / keep her warm

pairing: adult lottienat x reader

lottienat x reader cuddles!! afab!reader she/he for nat!

and here you were, cuddled up with your partner - nat. you two had been out skiing the whole day and lets just say you werent exactly the best.. anyway nat thought that was the most adorable thing, seeing you loose balance so she had to catch you, helping you get in the lift and holding your hands as you two were on the way up. lottie had gotten you one of the cutest pink skiing outfits, matching with nat´s blue one.

you turned your head to look up at nat, whoose eyes were fixed on the TV screen but she felt you shifting, so his gaze flew to you. "whats it, little one?" she asked, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. "when´s lottie coming home..?" you asked, sweetly biting your lower lip. "hm i think around 8.. you know she has a lot going on at the compound. but dont worry, ill keep you warm till she comes home." you nodded and buried your face in her chest, causing him to smile and move the covers higher over your body - mkaing sure you werent cold.

you let out a lazy yawn, nuzzling her even more. her hand was lightly caressing your hair as you drifted off in a light slumber - after like 45minutes of peacefully snoring, you felt someone slip onto the couch next to you. your eyes slipped open and you saw lottie, a smile plastered on her lips. "go back to sleep, baby.." she cooed, you smiled, shook your head and sat straight up - pressing a kiss against her cheek "me and natty went skiing today!! can you join us next time?" you asked her with puppy eyes, she sighed "maybeee" she said while giving you a peck on the forehead. "i can tell ya, she´s even worse than you on skii´s." you heard nat saying from the side, causing you to chuckle "well, im gonna need to see some proof."

"fine, fine.. we can go skiing tomorrow." lottie finally gave in after hearing you beg for like 10minutes - a bright smile appeared on your face and you pulled lottie closer while cuddling up to nat, drifting back to your peaceful sleep.

AN: i had imagined this scene yesterday as i was skiing.. so i decided to write it >﹏<

#yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #lottienat #lottie yellowjackets #lottie mathews x reader #nat yellowjackets #simone kessell #juliette lewis

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act Two: Chapter Three)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N:

Man, I’ve been feeling like shit lmao

My b12 anaemia has been kicking my ass and I’m not even joking. I went to see Greg Puciato on the 10th and I legit spent the whole first two starting bands throwing up and almost passing out, with zero alcohol consumed. I thought I was gonna die but refused to go home ‘cause no way was I missing Greg loooool I pushed through and it was the best show I’ve ever been to, even if I felt on the verge of death. I also picked up some germs ‘cause now I feel like I’ve got the flu and I haven't even got over whatever I was dealing with before.

I don’t know why my brain has been really struggling with this chapter. I have so much of Act Two mapped out but it's mostly the action and the fun and the angsty bits and the making up and all that. The little in-between parts to get there haven't been written and my brain really wasn't playing ball. Sorry for any typos, It's currently 2 am here and I've literally just finished writing and quickly editing it lol

In the name of our Lord and Saviour, Simon Riley, I beseech you to strike the writer curse from my weary body and allow me to continue feeding my hungry children with Ghostly content.

The last wisps of sleep were still clinging onto Charlotte’s consciousness when she felt her bed dip and the covers rustle and move. Her eyes blinked open slowly, her brain trying to comprehend the shit show that had become her life. For a brief moment, she thought she was back home, dying under the weight of grief and raising a child alone. But then she realised this wasn't her bed, these weren’t her bedroom walls and her husband wasn't dead. She still felt that grief though, it wouldn't shake even if he was breathing and now she had a heaping scoop of betrayal to go along with it. She rolled over to the source of what woke her up to see Beth beside her, giving her a cheeky smile.

“Good morning, mummy,” she murmured tiredly, scooting closer and wrapping herself around Charlotte like a snake. It made all of her tension seep from her body, even if only for a moment. She loved these moments in the morning with her daughter. They made her feel like she was glued back together briefly.

“Good morning, pickle,” she smiled softly and Beth made a disgruntled noise like she always did at the nickname. They didn't need words as they cuddled together as they both woke up and Charlotte tried to will some backbone to leave the room at some point.

They’d need breakfast and she hoped Simon wouldn't be in the mess hall. She wasn't sure how Beth was supposed to bond with him when she wanted him nowhere near her. She knew she needed to suck it up for Beth’s sake and Simon was lucky she’d do anything for their daughter.

“Did you have a good sleep?” Charlotte asked, her fingers stroking through Beth’s unruly curls. The girl shot her a bright smile with a nod.

“I did. I’m excited to go and see daddy at breakfast! Can we go yet?” she asked eagerly and Charlotte tried to stop her stomach from tying itself in knots.

“Let's get dressed then,” she flashed her best fake smile and Beth giggled, rushing to get out of bed as Lottie sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Can we match, mummy?” Beth asked hopefully and Charlotte nodded.

“You pick what you want us to wear,” she instructed, watching with a fond smile as Beth rummaged around in the bag, pulling some things out and leaving them strewn about the place.

She picked out two matching hoodies that had Placebo across the chest. Hers was real merch but they didn't make kids stuff so she’d wound up using fabric paint to replicate it on a kids hoodie. She picked out black leggings to match too. They both got dressed in their matching attire, boots to finish off the look and Charlotte really didn't feel like making much of an effort with her hair with how she was feeling so she threw it up into a high pony. Naturally, Beth gave her a look and was only placated once she also had a high ponytail that looked nothing like Charlotte with her blonde curls.

If she thought she felt nauseous on the way to the mess hall, it was nothing compared to how she felt when they strolled in, hand in hand. It felt like everyone’s eyes turned to the two civilians on base and she knew she wasn't imagining how they all murmured to each other. Maybe word travelled fast.

One pair of eyes in particular felt like they burned her right down to her bones and she glanced over to the table housing the 141, seeing those deep brown hues staring right at her. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her and she looked away quickly, ushering Beth to the food. She grabbed two trays, feeling guilty that Beth was babbling about something but she was struggling to pay attention. She scooped some scrambled eggs onto the plates and some bacon. She was just scooping some beans too when someone approached.

“Well then, who’s this wee pretty lass?”

Charlotte turned to see Johnny standing there, a smile that she could only compare to sunshine on a rainy day as he peered down at Beth. she clung to Mr Snuffles tightly, blinking up at the man.

“I’m Beth,” she answered sweetly and Charlotte watched as Johnny crouched to be closer to her height.

“What a beautiful name,” he grinned and Beth beamed at him.

“What's your name?” she asked curiously.

“I’m Johnny but people call me Soap,” he answered and Beth giggled.

“That's a silly name!”

Johnny snorted with a nod.

“Aye, it is, but it's mine and I love it. We need to get you a call sign, aye?” he asked and Beth toddled closer to him, eyes wide as she nodded.

“Yes please, Mr Soap,” she clapped her hands excitedly and Charlotte didn't miss how she was drawing attention.

“Alright., let’s think…” Johnny rubbed his chin, making a show of thinking and it made Beth giggle again.

“Do ye have a nickname already? We could use that,” he suggested and Beth pulled a face.

“Mummy calls me pickle sometimes,” she muttered gloomily and Johnny chuckled.

“Nah, we don't want a name like pickle, do we?” he asked her, pulling the same face she had and it made her laugh.

“What kinda things do ye like?” he asked her thoughtfully and Beth’s face lit up.

“I like Halloween and spooky things. Ghosts, skellingtons and pumpkins. I like monsters,” she made fake claws with her hands and growled at him.

Being the good sport he was, Johnny yelped dramatically, falling on his ass and Charlotte couldn't help the grin on her face as she watched the pair, Beth laughing brightly at him. She was quickly warming up to the man.

“I have the perfect name for ye, and it kinda goes with yer daddy’s” he announced, looking pleased with himself and Beth was practically bouncing on the spot.

“What is it?” she asked eagerly.

“Spook,” he declared with a flourish and Beth’s eyes were almost sparkling.

“I love it!” she beamed, dancing about a little, the bunny in her hands getting thrown about in the process.

“Awesome!” Johnny grinned, holding his hand up to her and she slapped him a high-five harder than he expected if his wince was anything to go by.

He stood back up, a slight groan leaving his lips as he back popped.

“Now that's settled, let's eat, aye?” he smiled, turning to look at Charlotte as he gave her a warm grin that had her smiling back at him.

“Alright?” he asked her and she nodded, feeling somewhat better by his soothing presence. He seemed happy with her answer, clapping her gently on the back before he swiped Beth’s tray so Charlotte didn't have to carry two.

Beth was happily chatting to him as the three of them made their way over to the table. Price was at the head of the table to the right, the bench along the back housing a man she didn't know with a cap on his head and a calming smile aimed at her. She smiled back nervously and looked away, her hands tightening over the tray. There was an empty spot beside the man and Johnny plonked into it, not before putting Beth's tray on the other side of the bench which was empty. On the head of the table to the left was Simon, whose eyes were glued to her. Beth’s tray was placed beside him and that left the spot between Beth and Price open for her.

She noticed two of the men who were there at her outburst the day before weren't here but she was glad. It was bad enough being around just this small group, especially because she’d spilled her heart out in front of them. Worst of all was Simon though and the only respite she got from his burning gaze was when Beth climbed up on the bench, having to sit on her knees to reach her tray as she beamed a blinding grin at him and his eyes now went to his daughter.

“Good morning, daddy,” she smiled up at him. Charlotte wished to tear her eyes away and yet she couldn't, seeing his dark eyes peering out of his mask at Beth, all soft and gooey. It was the same look she had herself when her daughter was being sweet.

“Mornin’, lovie,” he murmured quietly and Charlotte swallowed thickly.

“So! Introductions since this spooky bastard won’t be makin’ ‘em,” Johnny started with a smirk and Beth gasped, slapping one hand over her mouth, the other pointing accusingly at the Scot, making him go silent.

“You swore!” she exclaimed and the whole table went quiet as they watched her. Charlotte bit her lip to stifle a laugh as Johnny blinked at her for a moment before he let out a laugh.

“Aye, I did, I’m sorry, lass,” he murmured with a grin and Beth raised a sassy brow at him.

“You owe me a pound now,” she held her hand out expectantly and Charlotte watched the Scot look to the girl's hand before back at her face.

“I owe ye?” he asked slowly and Beth nodded.

“We have a swear jar and every time mummy swears she puts a pound in and then I get to spend it,” she flashed her teeth in a toothy grin and Johnny’s lips quirked upwards as he glanced to Charlotte and then back to Beth.

“Well, I don’t have a quid on me right now, but I’ll owe ye one, aye?” he asked and Beth sighed with a nod.

“So, ye already know the Captain and this creepy fu- fool…” he trailed off after curtly cutting his words so he didn't owe even more money to the mini Riley. He slapped Simon on the shoulder and Lottie watched carefully as his dark eyes slid to Johnny, mild amusement and annoyance shining behind them. But when those eyes slid back to her, she felt like a lightning bolt struck her right in the chest and she looked away quickly, picking at her eggs.

“This one is Kyle Garrick, also known as Gaz,” Johnny finished as he gestured to the only man on the table she hadn’t met yet.

“Nice to meet you Mr Gaz,” Beth smiled sweetly at him. The man smiled, a soft look on his face.

“Nice to meet you too,” he replied politely, his eyes turning to Charlotte then.

“You too, Mrs Riley,” he smiled and her hand tightened around her fork.

“Charlotte’s fine,” she muttered tensely and she could practically feel Simon’s eyes burning into her.

“And all you fuc- idiots know Charlotte and Beth, now also known as Spook,” Johnny gestured to the little girl with a flourish and she grinned, making a spooky noise while she wiggled her fingers.

“You gave her a callsign?” Simon asked and Charlotte couldn't decipher his tone. It was so detached, different to what she was used to with him.

“Course I did. She loves spooky shi- stuff, so it felt right. You like it, aye, Spook?” he asked her and she giggled, nodding her head.

“I love it,” she answered happily before she turned her deep brown eyes to her father.

“Do you like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes hopeful and wide as she stared at him. He just watched her for a moment and Lottie was starting to think he wouldn't answer her.

“I do. Suits you,” he answered, reaching out slowly and stroking her head softly. Her smile widened as she leaned into his touch and Charlotte felt a burning in her chest.

“We need a call sign for Charlotte then,” Gaz commented, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Grim,” Simon answered before anyone could suggest a thing. Had he shot her in the chest? It felt like it. So many memories flooded her system, memories of a happier time, of a time where he hadn’t betrayed her trust, hadn’t lied to her, hadn’t hurt her.

“Aye, that's good. Ghost, Spook and Grim, a proper family,” Johnny snorted gleefully

“What can I say? I like a good theme,” Simon answered dryly but she heard the amusement and it sparked an annoyance in her.

Five years he’d been gone, five years he’d fucked off, only to live in their old base. Was he here every day eating with his friends and cracking jokes like she wasn't at home raising a child alone and drowning in grief? Did he really care that little that he hadn't even checked in with her once? Didn't have anyone look into where she might be, what she was doing? Would he have even bothered to come back if he knew Beth existed? Would he have come back for her? Did he like it here without her?

She pushed her tray away from her, a vile feeling creeping into her chest like an infection that was spewing puss. She didn't want to be here.

“Mummy, your breakfast,” Beth murmured, looking up at her carefully.

“I’m not hungry anymore, sweetie,” she replied but her voice felt far away, floating out of reach.

It felt like her eyes weren't seeing, she couldn't get out of her own head. She suddenly felt warm leather on her cheek and with a start, she realised Simon had reached over Beth to cup her cheek, turning her to look at him with pure worry in his gaze. She jerked her head from his grasp like he’d burned her and his arm dropped back down. She didn't miss the pure anguish in his eyes. She needed to get out of here, she couldn't break down in front of everyone, not in front of Beth.

“How about I give ye that tour we were talkin’ about?” Johnny asked her with a grin but there was something on his face that touched her, soothed her spiralling. He’d never offered her a tour, he was giving her an out and in that moment, she knew Johnny meant his promise from the night before.

“Sounds good,” she forced a smile and Beth grasped her arm.

“Mummy… could I stay here with daddy?” she asked with a smile and Lottie hated the pain that lanced through her chest.

It shouldn't hurt her that she wanted to spend time with her dad, she’d only just met him and they had a lot of lost time to make up for. Yet she couldn't help the burning jealousy that hit her out of nowhere. He hadn't been here, it wasn't fair that he got to covet her and she got left in the dust.

“That's fine,” she answered, trying her best to keep herself in check until she left. She stood up quickly, not looking at anyone and not really bothering to think about manners to the other men at the table as she rushed out of the mess hall and outside.

Johnny was right behind her, hand on her back as he led her to a bench. She crumbled onto it, resting her face in her hands. She didn't want to cry, not again. She was sick of it. She wished she could just pretend it didn't bother her what he did. That she could just be happy he was here, happy he was alive. She couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment though. That the one person who swore he’d never do that to her had done it without care. It hurt so much that she felt she might die.

“It's alright, love,” Johnny murmured sympathetically as he rubbed her back.

“I just… he’s been here this whole time while I’ve been suffering ,” she lamented, feeling like her sanity was slipping through her fingers.

“I know… I know, lass. I wish I had the words to make this all better. Ye didn’t deserve to go through all this,” he sighed sadly, his hand still rubbing her back. Silence settled over them for a moment as she fought the deep urge to cry, sitting there staring out at nothing as she wondered how it all came to this.

“Ye wanna blow some shit up?” Johnny asked out of the blue. Her eyes darted to him, wondering if he actually meant what he said and he gave her a roguish grin that told her he did indeed mean it.

“Okay,” she nodded with a sniffle. Johnny’s grin widened, a gleeful laugh leaving his lips as he jumped from the bench, grabbing her hand and yanking her with him. He all but dragged her through the base to get to the demolitions section where training was held.

Ghost sat stiffly, watching as Charlotte rushed from the mess hall, his best mate in tow like a little puppy at her feet. He couldn’t get that haunted look she had out of his fucking head. She looked so lost, adrift at sea with no anchor to tether her to the world. He’d been that anchor once and now he was the cause of her spiralling. He’d wanted to be her anchor again and his touch had brought her back, but it wasn't the reaction he was hoping for.

Having her pull away from him like that was more painful than the gunshot wound to his collarbone last year. The fleeting contact he’d had with her filled his dead heart up with so much warmth before it was snuffed out like it was never there to begin with and he cursed himself for wearing his fucking gloves. He just wanted to be okay with her again, wanted her to accept his touch, wanted to fall into her arms and have her make everything okay again.

It wasn't okay though, it hadn't been for a while and this was his doing. He wasn't sure he’d ever be able to fix it and having Johnny be the one glued to her side was like salt in his wounds. He knew it was a good thing, Johnny would try and get her back on his side like the good best mate he was, yet it still stung. Hurt like a bitch when he saw her embracing Johnny while she refused his touch so viciously. How easy she’d fallen into Johnny’s arms, how desperate for comfort she was. It hurt. It really fucking hurt .

He was brought out of his depressing musings by a tug on his hoodie and he glanced down, remembering the little girl sat next to him. Her brown eyes were blinking up at him carefully, tilting her head like she was sizing him up. She was so beautiful.

“Daddy?” she asked him, her voice soft and sweet, wrapping him up like a warm blanket.

“Yeah, lovie?” he asked quietly. It was like no one else existed in that moment but her. She nibbled her lower lip as she shifted where she sat for a moment, looking deep in thought.

“Can we do something?” She gave him a hopeful smile and despite looking so much like him, he saw Lottie in that smile and he wasn't sure if that eased the ache in his heart or made it worse.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, unsure what four year olds liked to do and even if that was possible on a military base. Her eyes seemed to light up as she flashed him a bright grin.

“I know!” she shuffled off her seat, moving to stand as she grabbed his hand and tugged on it impatiently. He stood, seeming to tower over her and she refused to let go of his hand as she started pulling him along. He couldn't hear Gaz’s witty remark but he heard Price chuckle at them both as he left.

He allowed her to lead him until they got outside and she kept pulling him until they moved over to the patch of grass that ran along the gates near the car park. She let go of his hand and he watched curiously as she plonked herself down without a care. She looked up at him expectantly and his lips tugged up slightly as he moved to sit on the grass with her.

“Daisies are really pretty,” she murmured happily as she started picking them. He’d never really noticed them before but now she’d drawn attention to them, he noticed they were scattered all over the grass.

He had no idea what to say, couldn't remember how to act around kids, it had been far too long. Part of his brain tried to remember how he’d interacted with Joseph but that was far too painful and he shoved it away quickly. He wanted to bond with her but he really had no clue how, so he just watched her.

She picked a bunch of daisies, her tongue poking out of her mouth a little in pure concentration as she started fiddling with them. He couldn't really tell what she was doing with them but after a few moments, she grinned triumphantly and put a flower crown on her head.

“What do you think, daddy?” she asked him sweetly and he melted into a puddle looking at her. The sun shone down on her and he wondered for a moment if he was dead and she was in fact an angel.

“Perfect, love,” he murmured, his throat feeling tight and uncomfortable and he had to clear his throat to ease the sensation.

Her smile widened even more and his chest felt like it was expanding. She picked a bunch more and he was helpless, could do little else but watch this little part of himself as she busied herself with the flowers. He still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the fact he was a father now.

He’d been so ready for it back then, when he’d left for the last time. He’d been so excited to get back to Lottie and start a family. He’d been excited to watch the bump grow, to watch Charlotte glow as she carried their baby, looked forward to the scans and all the milestones. Looked forward to holding a tiny bundle of his own, much like he had when Joseph was born.

He didn't have any of that though and it was all his own fault. He’d missed out on the most precious moments of Beth’s life because he was a coward. He’d never be able to get those moments back, he couldn't undo what he’d done. Knowing all the things he’d missed made him wish he had died back in Mexico. It would be a relief from feeling what he was currently feeling.

He flinched with a blink when something touched him, rousing him from his thoughts. Beth was standing in front of him now, a cheeky grin on her face as she put a crown of his own on his head over his balaclava. He felt a rush of warmth flowing through him and he really didn't give a toss who saw him wearing it. She’d made him something and he wished he could keep it forever, wished it wouldn’t wilt away.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiled softly even though she couldn't see it. It was like she could sense it or maybe she was perceptive for her age and picked up on the scrunching of his eyes because she beamed at him, such a radiant smile he wanted to burn to a crisp from it.

“You're welcome,” she smiled, kissing his cheek over his mask before she moved away.

He was overwhelmed, too many thoughts and feelings running rampant in him and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. An explosion across base felt like it shook the floor and Beth jumped up, a worried look on her face that had a protective streak surge through him. He steadied her with his hands and she settled closer to him, plopping into his lap as if she’d done it a million times before.

“What was that?” she asked with big eyes, looking towards where the noise came from.

“It's just the demo practice. Its where they learn about bombs and things,” he explained, hoping to ease her worries. It seemed to work as she relaxed into him more.

“So, it's not bad?” she asked him, blinking her pretty eyes at him.

“It's not bad. You don't have to worry, lovie, I won’t let anythin’ bad happen to you,” he meant those words wholeheartedly. He’d burn the entire world down with everyone on it to keep her safe.

Another explosion happened and this time Beth seemed fine, pressed into his chest as she sat on his knee. While he wasn't worried as the noises were coming from the demo area, he was sure there weren't any classes or training today. It wasn't uncommon for Johnny to go and play around a bit, the only one to get away with it as the demolitions expert and being one of the 141. Was Lottie with him? Was it them making all this racket?

His eyes drifted back to Beth then, happily sitting on him with their matching flower crowns. He wanted to know more about her, all the things he’d already know if he’d have been around.

“You wanna play a game?” he asked her and she grinned up at him.

“What kinda game?” she asked him excitedly.

“We ask each other questions to find out more about each other,” he suggested and there was a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes.

“I already know everything about you. Mummy told me,” she beamed, sounding more than proud of herself. He felt like someone just gutted him, sliced him right open and let his insides splat onto the floor. He pushed it away though and tried to ignore it. Of course Lottie told her everything.

“How about you tell me stuff about you, then?” he asked her hopefully and she clapped her hands excitedly.

“My full name is Elizabeth Anne Riley,” she started. No, he hadn't been gutted before, he was now though. The pain that ricocheted through him tore through skin, muscle and bone. He bit down on his lower lip hard behind his mask, drawing blood. The sensation grounded him though as he nodded, trying not to look too upset.

“That's a lovely name,” he muttered, voice strained and choked. Her smile turned softer then, blinking up at him and she leaned into him more.

“It's a special name. Mummy told me I was named after special people,” she murmured. His chest felt so tight that he felt like he couldn't breathe. Without thinking about it, a hand came to stroke her hair and he found the feeling soothing to him, easing that ravaging ache in his chest.

“I’m four but I’m five in two weeks,” she held her hand out, wiggling her fingers at him to demonstrate her point and he felt his lips tug up a little at her excitement.

“My favourite colour is…” she trailed off, tilting her head with that thoughtful look on her face again. “Black. I like black ‘cause it's all spooky,” she flashed him a toothy grin and he melted once again.

“Mummy’s sketty is my favourite meal but I also love when she does eggy bread on my birthday,” she beamed up at him and he swallowed thickly, still stroking her hair as he nodded.

“They’re my favourites too,” he replied hoarsely and she gave him a cheeky look.

“I know,” she giggled and he made him smile.

Without warning, she hopped off his lap, his hand suddenly cold now it was no longer stroking her hair but she flopped down next to him, laying down and making her crown fall a little onto the grass.

“Lay down,” little one was bossy and he knew he had no choice so he obeyed. He held onto his flower crown as he shuffled around before laying on his back beside her. He moved his hand back to his side even though he was sure the crown had slipped off into the grass anyway,

“Do you like clouds, daddy?” she asked him softly. He turned his head to look at her and she was laying there, staring at the sky.

“Never really thought about it,” he replied honestly. She turned to look at him then, scrunching her face up with the most judgmental look he’d ever been given.

“Look at the clouds. Sometimes they look like things,” she murmured.

“I’ve seen that sometimes. Once I saw a cloud that looked like a co-... clock,” he muttered, shaking his head as he changed his words. Wouldn’t bode well for him as his first day being a dad coming out with that.

He still remembered that day though, in the sweltering heat of Al Mazra in the middle of a mission. Wasn’t every day you see a cloud shaped like a fucking dick in the sky and he’d have thought he was hallucinating due to the heat if it wasn’t for Johnny seeing it too. The Scot had said it was the best thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire life. When Soap had got Price to look, the shape had changed and the old man was sure they were off their rockers.

“Look at that one, it kinda looks like a bird doing this,” she pointed at a big cloud before she started flapping her arms around weirdly and he shook his head fondly before he looked back up at the clouds. He just watched them go by for a moment, enjoying the peace he felt. Something he wasn't sure he’d felt in a long while.

“That one kinda looks like a bum,” he murmured, pointing to a cloud.

“Daddy!” Beth burst out laughing, smacking his arm and he found himself laughing. Actually genuinely laughing and not the half arsed chuckled Johnny would draw out of him with a bad joke. It was an odd feeling to laugh like that, he was sure he hadn't done it since before he’d left for that mission, the one that ruined his life. It made him feel lighter.

“You can’t tell me it doesn't,” he huffed playfully and she laughed again.

“... It does, but you're still silly,” she snorted, making his whole body light up.

She was so precious and he wasn't sure just how to handle it. He was sad things with Charlotte were so bad and he didn't want to think about how the hell he was supposed to fix that mess, but being able to spend time with Beth and bond with her meant the world to him. He could focus on Beth for now, one thing at a time. He’d build his family back up from the ground, brick by brick. He’d done it before, back with his brother and his mum and he could do it again. It’d be painful and probably take a while but he wouldn't waver, wouldn't give up. Not when he had the whole world in the palm of his hand. He couldn't give that up for anything.

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'Heat' and 'threshold' for Buck? Juno xx

Yes hello! 👀 Always game to write more Buck. And, well, I really wanted to take a moment to write him with Lottie, with whom he's got a bit of a complex something going on. I've set this after the events in full of grace, but it can be read as a standalone for sure. Half of this was written as a voice exercise for their relationship ages ago, and finally repurposed here in what feels like its proper place. 😊I don't think this piece needs a warning that isn't covered by the blanket "Lottie's a bi disaster"-tag, so... we're good to go!

heat / threshold

“I ain’t apologizin’ any.”

The shadow cast over her seems to shift slightly at the snap-and-bite she’s laced her words with. Lottie doesn’t bother looking up. Keeps her arms locked around her knees. Presses her face against her legs when the shadow doesn’t go away. Something curdles in her belly – low, aching, sharp like the bile in the back of her throat – that makes her feel all wrong. Makes her want to jump out of her skin in a way that leaves her head spinning and her choices less than fine.

“Jesus, Ace.”

She hates his long pause that makes her nickname a punctuation mark in his mouth. He sounds flat. Tired. She hates that she’s not Lot to him now. He calls her that every other time – even when he’s Major and she’s Captain and they’ve got a job to be doing – but never when he’s mad at her. The fact that she’s Ace to him now stings worse than the scrape on her knuckle that hasn’t stopped bleeding yet.

“You’ve got to stop fighting,” he says, then, and that’s a tune she’s heard from him before. “Hey? You have to.” His boots meet her toes. His flight jacket lands on the sand beside her. His sigh fills the air as much as his lingering aftershave does. “You listenin’ to me?”

“Yeah.” She allows a beat to pass. “Sorta.”

“I mean it.”

“I heard ya just fine, Major. Sir. Gilly Gale Cleven of the three-five-oh.”

He scrapes his throat. “Jesus, you’re really gunning for it now.” He still doesn’t go away. If anything, he moves that much closer. Folds himself into her space as he sinks down onto his jacket. He nudges her shoulder as they come to sit arm-to-arm, foot-to-foot, jacket-to-jacket. “What happened out there, Ace? Tiny said something about you and some of Blakely’s crowd?”

“Something like that.” Lottie shrugs. Keeps her gaze fixed on the small dent in the lone water canister Benny hasn’t picked up yet. “They ain’t learned to keep their mouths shut yet. Carter especially. Shutting them for ’em seemed… prudent.” She affects her mother’s tone on the last word. All debutante-socialite judgment rendered with the precision of a bullet. Is rewarded for it when he snorts out something that, in a better universe than this one, could very well be a laugh. “You give them a talking-to, too? Little lecture? Or am I the lone lucky one to face Major Cleven’s disapproval, sir?”

“Put a lid on the sirs, Ace.”

“Stop callin’ me Ace and I’ll think about it, sir.”

“Lot,” he rasps out, then, and goddamn she doesn’t like how her eyes sting when he nudges her again, “you really need to stop fighting us.” You need to stop fighting me is what she hears, exhaustion lacing his voice, not even an admonishment in place for the tone she’s taken with him. “All right?”

“I hear ya, Gilly. Y’all just get under my damn skin sometimes.” She tries to not make it sound too much like she’s sulking. Ain’t sure she’s succeeding when he chuckles and stretches his legs out beside her. “I don’t know. I don’t got anywhere else to put that feelin’, ya know?”

“Sky ain’t enough, huh.”

“The sky shoots back these days,” she says conversationally. “Gotta leave the pain on the ground. Take anything up with ya, it’s gonna make ya crash.”

“Ain’t that a truth.”

“I ain’t Val, I ain’t good at lyin’ to ya. Unless Bucky asks me to, of course.”

“Of course.”

Lottie exhales a noisy breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Gale’s face is serene when she glances at him. His hand finds her bruised knuckles. “Do better, Lot. I know you can.”

“You really believe that horseshit, huh.”

His hand squeezes hers none too gently before he releases her. “Manage a week. I’ll take you flying after. How’s that sound?”

“Like a damn impossibility.” Her voice cracks. She blinks furiously as her lower lip starts to wobble. “I… I don’t think…”

“Gotta start somewhere. This heat’s got all tempers at a high. Perrault has yet to take a breath without insulting John in the process.”

Lottie sniffs. Wipes at her cheeks. “Bucky deserves it.”

“I’m sure he does.” His smile is wry. His cheeks are flushed with heat. The start of a sunburn is already sprawling over his bare chest, beneath the glint of his dog tags. “You wanna talk about it now or later, Squeaky?”

“Not at all?” she hedges. Ignores the way his eyes narrow at that to the best of her ability. “I’m sick of talkin’, Gilly. Sick of people askin’ me shit.” She bites her lip. Wishes she could draw blood with the action. “You might as well be the only one who’s nice to me lately. Even if ya call me Squeaky.”

“Benny was plenty nice to you after we landed.”

And she can’t fault him for it. Can’t even hate him for it. “Yeah. He was.” She swallows thickly. Her head feels like it’s about to start swimming. “Darlene likes him a lot, ya know? Can’t be mean to him when she’s all soft about the guy.” Can’t be mean to him even when he makes Darlene smile in a way she hasn’t smiled at Lottie in a long time now. “I ain’t got a problem with Benny, all right?”

“All right,” agrees Gale, even when his tone suggests it’s anything but. He scrapes his throat. Pointedly doesn’t look at her. “Next time you want to fight a guy, Lot… You try me first.”

Lottie blinks. Stares. He is looking at the same water canister she was, earlier. “You? Gilly,” she laughs, breathless all of a sudden, “I ain’t gonna fight you.” I like you too much for that. “You’re my superior officer and all that shit, remember? You tryin’a get me into trouble here?”

He grunts a little. “Trying to keep you out of it, actually.”

“That don’t make sense.”

“What, me wanting to keep you out of trouble?” He laughs. Glances at her, all crinkled eyes and far too much warmth in his gaze, and her belly swoops the same way it did when she first stood on the threshold of a cockpit. “If you fight me,” he continues, speaking straight through the static that fizzes to life inside her, “I can chalk it up to training. Say it’s friendly. If you fight anybody else, they’ll demote you eventually. Send you home, if you keep going.”

“So, what, you’ll be my punching bag?”

“This bag will still punch back, Squeaky,” he snorts, nudging her. “And hard, too. You’re not the only one with a mean right hook in this squadron.”

“You’d punch a lady like me, Gilly?” She flutters her eyelashes at him. Nudges his shoulder none too gently. Anything to shake that feeling inside her that feels treacherously like butterflies. “No warnings, no takebacks, no apologies? Give it to me good and hard?”

His cheeks flush a deeper crimson than before. “Jesus, Lot…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’ve already hit your max on dirty chatter for the day,” she laughs, lifting her sunglasses out of her hair and donning them again. “Can’t fault a girl for jumping on it though. Think of it as me perfectin’ your poker face in case you run into them Nazis. They ain’t gonna crack you during interrogation.”

“Pretty sure them Nazis won’t crack a hundred crude jokes like you do.”

“Pretty sure that makes them more boring than me.”

His answering laugh is soft. Doesn’t carry beyond where they’re seated. “Pretty sure you’re the least boring person in my world, Lot.”

Her cheeks feel warmer than the rest of her does, even though she’s been sunning herself in this mid-day heat for at least an hour now. “Bucky’s gonna cry if you tell him that,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder long enough for him to tense and then relax under her touch. “But ya sure know how to make a girl feel special, sir. Marge is damn lucky to have ya.”

His shoulder tenses just a fraction beneath her cheek. Just enough.

It’s easier when she draws this line for both of them, or so she’ll tell herself half a million times more.

#masters of the air #gale cleven #oc: lottie #mota oc #basilonefic

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ones-g · 9 months

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"I'm not a minor"

first part here!

"No way!" Exclaimed an orange-haired woman covering her mouth trying to silence her laughter.

The thing was the following. The next day the little blonde had gone to her institute, at the end of her class schedule she went to the locker room to change into her training uniform. In these locker rooms most of her team was already there, when you saw her with her "new look" they received her with various compliments while they whistled among themselves.

Natalie, noticing the calmer atmosphere, told everyone about her experience and how, while her new piercing was being sanitized, she had discovered that girl's number.

"Natalie for the love of god..." Jackie, the team captain was laughing at Nat. "Don't you know who that girl is?" Asked

"Does a drill follow boring rules?" The blonde muttered rolling her eyes.

"No dummy" Jackie replied. "She's Coach Scott's bloody cousin" The laughter of the others did not wait. Natalie's expression was horrified, her mouth had been left half open and her gaze was fixed in one place.

"Shit" She said in a whisper.

Apparently that day the blonde had not realized that in that place there was a large sign that contained the last name Scott.

"Shit, do you think she told him?"

"Duh Natt, nobody cares, it's funny since she asked you for your ID when she is the same age as us" Vanessa reported taking her booties and starting to walk towards the door.

"Wait! She's our age?!" Natalie asked, jumping up from her seat. "I was saying... I'm going crazy girls..."

Hands settled on the blonde's shoulders. "Oh sweet Natalie, if you only knew that Scott has mentioned his cousin more than once," Taissa told her with a sarcastic smile.

"What? He mentions her?"

"Natalie, the coach himself said that his 'little cousin' " decided to work, she withdrew from the studio completely " Ty reported pushing the smaller one.

"In addition to the fact that he recommended us a million times to go through that place, on purpose just to know, is Y/N cute?" Lottie said joining the walk of both girls. They all headed to the field for a warm up and then play.

The blonde's brows furrowed. She turned to Lottie and gave her the middle finger. "Why do you care?"

"I was thinking about performing the lip... also, since you already have experience with it, you could recommend it"

"Yeah Natty just like Scott does!" Taissa played along with her other friend. "Ooh Coach will love the news that Natalie went to her lovely cousin's place." Ty teased with a fake pout.

"Don't even think about telling Taissa Turner," the blonde threatened.

"Why not?" Lottie asked

"Just don't tell him, I'm ashamed"

"Oh come on Nat are you embarrassed?"

"I lied that I was of legal age, her 'cousin' found me out and let me go without paying! Then I realized she left me her damn number, that's enough for me..." both girls laughed.

"If you're not going to want his number, you could give it to me" the chestnut joked.

"Eat shit Lottie" Natalie growl "She gave it to me, and if she gave it to me, it's for a reason"

"Yes... to denounce you"

"Oh come on Taissa fuck you"

The warm-up had started, Bill was giving the orders and all the Yellow Jackets were following them. Natalie was more than relieved not to notice her other trainer's presence.

"Scatorccio can you coordinate better?" Bill exclaimed. The blonde was keeping an eye on the field tickets in case Ben Scott showed up.

"Natt you're going to grow a penis from so much thinking " Vanessa whispered jokingly. "Scott won't come today in case you're looking for him, guess who he'll meet"

"I don't have telepathy Palmer" The blonde snorted. "Besides, I wasn't thinking about Y/N"

"I didn't mention Y/N..." A mischievous smile formed on Van's face. The opponent's face was dyed pink, blood had risen to her head.

"S-stop. How do you know why Ben won't come?"

"Nah honestly I don't know, I was just playing with you" the orange-haired girl laughed. "But who knows maybe it's together with Y/N..."

"Haha very funny Vanessa." snorted.

"Let's hydrate little women! We'll play for a while and it's over!" Coach Martinez ordered again. They all listened to him. "Except Natalie"

The named stopped her walk and turned to the older one. "Except me?"

"Natalie Scatorccio, do you want to make a fool of me?"

"No...why do you say that Coach?" Quickly Natalie lowered her head a bit trying to hide her piercing.

"You know very well that piercings are not allowed in football. The next time you cover it or take it off. You're out today." With his arms folded and judging, Bill spat. "You can go home, you're unoccupied"

"I have a band-aid in my backpack... I... well, if you want, I'll cover it up" She insisted, to which Martinez denied, rubbing his forehead.

"See you tomorrow Scatorccio" And just like that, Natalie accepted the older man's request.

When the blonde arrived with her group, she said goodbye a little discouraged and explained why she was leaving.

Saying goodbye to everyone, he went directly. She took out a music player from her small backpack.

"Stupid piercing" he muttered. The music was playing through the headphones, the blonde was listening to "Don't Speak" by the band No Doubt at full volume while walking through the corridors of her institution.

When this blonde arrived at her house, she planned to do something. He checked if there was no one there and his result was nothingness itself. His house was completely empty.

Natalie headed to her kitchen, dumped her backpack somewhere, and walked to her landline taped to the wall.

"I'm definitely not ready for this" she told herself.

Touching the buttons on that phone, he began to dial that girl's number. Yes, Natalie Scatorccio had memorized it.

The phone was ringing after trying to connect the call. "God Nat why are you doing this..."

Within seconds the call was answered. When Natalie heard the phone on the other line get up, she straightened up a bit and began to bite her nails.

"Y/N Scott, who do I speak to?" You spoke first.

The blonde's heart gave a leap that shook her entire body. He took out a piece of the nail that had remained on his lips while he took a deep breath to answer you.

"Natalie, I'm the girl you served yesterday" Natalie tried to hide her trembling voice as much as she could. "Maybe you don't remember me and you don't know where I got your number but... you gave it to me"

A brief laugh was heard from your line. "Of course I remember you, my number is not as it was decorated on that crumpled paper for nothing..."

"Yeah... well... I was calling just to... I don't know, I just called you"

"How beautiful you are Natty, it is flattering to know that I was part of your thoughts"

"Yeah...you really screwed me over," she muttered gawkingly. Immediately afterwards you answered him a What? not understanding him well. "Nothing...just...nothing"

"Okay Natalie, if nothing happens I'm going to have to hang up on you, nice to hear from you" You said a bit honeyed.

But Natalie was worried when she understood that you were saying goodbye to her.

"No wait!" He yelled making you jump. "Hey things happened today and I found out like a clueless fool who you really were. And...on second thought, I would love to meet you properly"

Your reaction was the following. Your hand rose to reach your lips, your eyebrows raised a little in surprise at the statement. "Did you talk about me?"

"I would say no but it would be very stupid of me..." she joked. "What I want to get is that... he doesn't want to go out with you, or I don't know..."

"My shift ends at 9 pm, if you want to pick me up today, I have no problem sharing some time with you"

Natalie smiled even more, and tried to speak but got stuck with her words making you laugh a little more. "Y-yes well I... I'll be there"

"See you older girl" You joked before hanging up. Natalie on the other hand was leaning against her wall with a finger tangled in the phone cord. His cheeks burned from smiling so much for you.

"Shit I'm raving about her"

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime

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hii! your account is amazing and thanks for all the recs, i really enjoy them :)) , just wanted to ask if you can suggest any fics similar to "I Think I'm Addicted To Your Light" by supernope, plotline wise (not necessarily any specific tags or such) ?? just good smut, pining, and all the cute stuff :) thanks so much! <33 xx

Hi, anon! Thank you so much! And I'm so glad you enjoy all the recs! So here are some that I think fit what you're looking for!

Baby, It's You by Bearandleonardwrite

"Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis' a footie player for Man U and Harry's a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

And I spend my time trying not to feel it (but what would you do if I went to touch you now) by refusethyname / @refusethyname28

It was now Niall’s turn to spin the bottle and after a swift spin, it landed on Harry. That familiar glimmer Louis had seen in Niall’s eyes before this evening made its appearance once more and Louis knew he was fucked. He wasn’t sure what Niall was planning, but it sure as hell was going to involve him as well as Harry.

“Oh Harry,” Niall grinned, clearly amused, “your challenge tonight is that you have to call your right-hand player ‘daddy’ for the rest of the evening.”

Everyone’s eyes shifted from Harry to Louis and it was then that Louis realised that he was Harry’s right-hand player.

Or the NYE fic that involves a lot of pining, a drinking game and a daddy kink.

– Alternative title: head empty, just vibes (and smut)

promise not to fade away by you_explode / @nobodymoves

"Louis doesn’t take his eyes off Harry for the rest of his set. He doesn’t even drink his pint. He just watches, and listens, and is completely enraptured by this boy with his curls and his velvet voice. Harry plays a mixture of originals and covers (songs Louis loves, by the way, so he’s got great taste as well), and in between songs he’s cheeky and charming, and Louis is desperate to know him."

Louis is an A&R rep, and Harry is a singer/songwriter. They meet on New Years Eve.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #newyearseve #smut #bearandleonardwrite #youexplode #refusethyname

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hangmansgbaby · 1 year

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Meet the Family | 1

Summary: y/n Seresin manages to convince her fellow fighter pilot boyfriend of 5 years, Bradley Bradshaw, to attend thanksgiving at the Seresin Family Ranch with her family for the first time but neither are prepared for what's about to unfold.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader, Jake "Hangman" Seresin x TwinSister!Reader

Warnings: Toxic parent, emotional breakdown, thats it??(Let me know if I should add any)

Note: this takes place in a universe where Goose got nothing more than a serious concussion from the accident.

Word count: 6.1k

Jake and y/n swing dance: https://youtu.be/hQzmhBEcFvw

Masterlist

"Does Jake have to come?"

"Well we are spending the week with my family and he is my brother." Y/n laughs as she pulls the hat box from the top of her closet. Bradley sits on the edge of her bed next to her open suitcase that's barely packed. "Besides I know you and him can't get into any arguments because Jake turns into a good ol southern momma's boy the minute we enter city limits." She sets the hat box down behind Bradley on the nightstand before moving back to her closet to pull out a few shirts and her ranch jeans that she keeps hidden in the back of her closet.

"Oh now that I gotta see." Bradley chuckles.

"Well you won't get see much except for most likely thanksgiving dinner and church Sunday morning." Y/n ruffles her boyfriend's hair. "He usually disappears either onto the ranch or visiting Lottie."

"Whose Lottie?" Bradley questions, y/n's eyes widen knowing she's already said too much.

"Nope! I'm not giving you fuel to use against him." She drops her tennis shoes and a pair of heeled boots into her suitcase along with her toiletries bag on top of her clothes and zips the suitcase shit.

"Hey Y/n! Y'all ready?" Jake asks poking his Stetson covered head into her room.

"All set! B can you grab my hat?"

"You didn't pull one out." B tells her, pulling her suitcase off the bed, walking it over to Jake who laughs at Bradley's response.

"No man. She's talking about her Stetson that's in the box by the bed." Jake points as y/n opens the box to reveal her Santa Fe Outdoors Hat she's own since high school.

"I didn't even know you owned one of those." Bradley stares in awe as she places the hat on her head and pulls her boots on.

"Hey when that sun is blaring down on you while you're chasing cattle, you're almost guaranteed to have one by the next day." Y/n laughs, using her index finger to lift Bradley's jaw closed, "Let's go Bradshaw!"

19 hours in the car was too long for y/n to deal with Bradley and Jake's bickering that she forced Jake's silence by making him drive most of the way, and pushing Bradley's 6ft frame to sit in the back of Jake's truck.

Despite the complaints from Bradley, the trip was finally peaceful as they pulled through the front gates, parking just in front of the house.

"Oh! Theres my babies!" Adeline Seresin calls walking down the steps to where Jake parked the truck.

"Hi mom." Jake is the first to greet her as Y/n has to practically drag Bradley from the backseat.

"Oh my sweet boy!" Adeline plants a kiss on each of his cheeks leaving bright red prints behind. Bradley chuckles at the sight of Jake.

"Oh and you must be Bradley! I'm so glad you could join us!" Now its Jake's turn to laugh as his mother plants a kiss on each of Bradley's cheeks.

"Hi mama."

"Oh hello y/n." Adeline gives a quick hug to her only daughter and immediately turns back to Jake. "Alright tell me everything!"

Y/n sighs, moving to the back of the truck and pulling the bags out, Bradley walking over to help.

"What was that?" Bradley questions, picking up most of the bags.

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it." Y/n replies bluntly, walking up to the front door of her childhood home.

"So how's California? Any pretty girls I should expect to see on your arm when you come down for Christmas?" Adeline asks Jake.

"Thanks for the help Hangman! We'll gladly get YOUR bags for you." Y/n groans, watching her mother gush over Jake.

"Y/n please! Jake works very hard at work. You can put in some effort for once and help out."

"For the millionth time mom! Jake and I do the same thing!" Jake groans, he knew there was going to be an argument between his mom and sister, what he didn't expect for it to happen. "You've seen the videos!" Y/n shouts, setting the bags down by the hallway.

"And you seriously expect me to believe those were actually you?" Adeline scoffs. "Bradley I don't know what you see in this girl. You know the only reason she went into the Navy was because my Jakey was going? Highly doubt she even managed to graduate all those years ago. Pretty sure she's been faking it the whole time."

"Mom!" Jake protests. Bradley steps up to interject but his stopped by y/n's hand on his chest, she turns to face him.

"Don't. It'll only make it worse." She mutters. "I'm gonna go for a ride." She softly announces to the room, walking straight towards the back door.

"Way to go Mom." Jake mutters as he walks over to Bradley. Bradley tries to stop y/n but Jake catches him. "Hey, give her a minute. When she says she's going for a ride, she needs like 30-45 minutes to cool off."

"She used to do that often?"

"Yea, first time I followed right behind her. About 3 hours later they found me hog tied in the creek. You think I'm different out here. She shuts out who she really is here." Jake starts picking up the bags. "Come on, I'll show ya to the rooms."

"Why does your mom treat her like that?" Bradley asks as they step into Jake and Y/n's childhood loft. Y/n's bedroom door to the left and Jake's to the right.

"Mom's always tried to get y/n to be more of a girl. But y/n wanted to do everything but that. When we both left, mom didn't talk to her for 6 years and then sudden just started pretending that y/n wasn't even her daughter. They fought a lot before we left then it just kind of turned into passive aggressive comments over the dinner table. And then whatever this is." Jake explains. "Y/n's room is through that door. I'll be over here if you need something. Welcome to the shit show." Jake laughs, slapping a hand on Bradley's shoulder before walking away.

Bradley walked into Y/n's childhood bedroom. Not much had changed since she was in high school. Her queen size bed was neatly made, clearly not been slept in since probably last Christmas at the latest. Trophies littered the shelves, many for barrel racing and others for random school things. An entire shelf dedicated to her FFA heifers, two of which won first place. Bradley's attention though is drawn to the wall covered in trophies, medals, tiaras, sashes, and participant number sheets. The photo collage in the center made it clear that these were dance awards. Ranging from jazz to ballet to even line dancing, those photos prominently featuring someone who Bradley can only assume to be Jake dancing alongside her, judging by how similar the two looked.

Bradley chuckles at the though of Jake being a dancer but then again it was just line dancing. Bradley sees the glitter of something in the corner of his eye and spots a tiara place safely in a clear box, Miss Teen Texas written boldly on the side followed by Y/n's name written in a loopy cursive. Clearly that was part of Adeline's plot to get y/n to be more girly, along with dance. He glances at the photos noticing that wasn't the first title she won. Miss Hays County Teen, Miss Austin Teen, Miss Texas Teen, there were even photos from when she competed for Miss USA Teen.

Bradley looks back onto the girl he fell in love with. He never knew she competed in pageants, rodeos, and dance. Of all the things he'd found, the rodeos and line dancing were the only things that fit with the girl he knew. Y/n wasn't super girly, sure she loved dresses and frilly shirts on occasion, but loved a good pair of jeans or sweatpants mostly.

He fell in love with the badass Naval Aviator that could knock Jake "Hangman" Seresin's ego down a few pegs with a simple glare, who stood up to commanding officers when they went to far on a fellow aviator, who looked his mother in the face and said she was so in love with him that she'd doesn't know if she'd make it loosing him and clearly the girl staring back at him in most of those photos was not her.

Bradley's thoughts are interrupted by Jake knocking on the bedroom door. "Hey you know how to ride a horse right? Or do I gotta make you ride bitch with me?" Bradley mutters a sarcastic chuckles before replying.

"Yes I know how to ride a horse." Bradley sasses, following Jake out to the barn.

"Alright, well saddle up cowboy. We got a girl to check on." Jake tosses an old straw cowboy hat at Bradley the minute they reach the barn. Bradley struggles to keep up with Jake, having not ridden a horse since high school when he and his parents were back in Virginia. Jake goes racing across the land, Bradley seconds behind him, only slowing when they reach the trail head at the edge of the woods. They swiftly but carefully make their way through until the come to a clearing where they see another horse tied to a wooden post. Jake jumps down, tying his horse up before grabbing the reigns for Bradley's hops down. "She should be just through those trees." Jake points, Bradley immediately walking through.

"Baby?" He calls, not getting a response. "Y/n?" He hears the sniffles and looks closer to the edge of the look out, spotting y/n sitting on the edge. Sitting down beside her, y/n immediately rests her head on his shoulder. "You're not gonna hogtie me and leave in a creek right?" Bradley checks making y/n laugh.

"It was one time Jake!" She laughs just as Jake sits beside her.

"Hey, I almost let him chase you earlier just to see you do it to him." Jake laughs.

"I'm sorry for ruining the trip."

"Baby its not your fault. Why didn't you tell me this is how your mom treats you? I would've suggested we go to my parents instead."

"You just seemed so excited to see everything out here that I was really hoping my mom would behave with a guest. Should've known you cant really stop how she really feels."

"But she still went too far." Jake interjects. "I don't think she's gone as far as to accuse you of lying about being in the navy."

"No! And its getting ridiculous!" Y/n stands. "I've done everything to please her! Everything! And the one thing I chose for me is the one thing she chose to pretend I never did!"

"I know..." Bradley tries to console her but she keeps going.

"I'm a fucking Naval Aviator! And a damn good one!" Y/n shouts. "I was valedictorian at the Academy! Top of the class at Top Gun! I've never had had a failed mission! But does she care? Noooooo." Y/n's voice is laced with sarcasm. "I fucking hate you!" She turns her frustrations to Jake.

"Me?"

"I am so fucking tired of mom favoring you! Ever since dad left! Oh Jake did this! And Jake did that!" Y/n groans. "I was a fucking state title holder for EVERYTHING! EVERY YEAR!

"Hey we can't control how mom talks about us." Jake defends.

"Oh don't start that shit with me again. We both know mom chose her favorite based off of when dad left. Thats when all these fucking comments started!" Y/n shouts. "Dad left her for MY fucking dance teacher and all the sudden I was a problem child."

"Y/n..."

"Why don't you just disappear already and go see Lottie? I'm sure you're just dying escape mom's love and attention to get your dick wet." Y/n groans, walking away from the two boys.

"Low blow y/c/s." Jake mutters as he walks back over to the horses. Y/n freezes in the middle of her pacing. She knew he was just trying to help and clearly she went far enough for Jake to call her by her call sign. Which he only ever did in the air or when she royally fucked up.

"Y/n..." Bradley mutters, standing from the edge. "Hey..." Suddenly, y/n picks up a rock and launches it off the cliff side, watching it drop into the lake below, screaming at the top of her lungs as she does. "Baby, come here." Bradley pulls her into a tight hug, his chest to her back as she breaks down. Her cries almost like screams as her knees give out, the only reason she's still standing is because of Bradley, just as much as their relationship had been.

Bradley met the twins his junior year at the academy, their first year, 16 years ago. Having been stationed with them multiple times, Bradley and Y/n grew quite close. In fact, 10 years ago when y/n was contemplating quitting the Navy, Bradley was the first person she called. And again 6 years ago. And when her lousy ex of 4 years left her 6 months after that, she called Bradley who swooped in and made her feel better, 6 months after that, they were official. 5 long years of Bradley keeping her grounded and Y/n keeping him out of his shell.

His hold was a comfort to her. Her head fell back to his shoulder as she cried.

"Shhh. I know baby. I'm right here." Bradley looses track of time, not sure how long they sat there, how long she cried, but its sunset by the time y/n has calmed down enough to even suggest heading back to the house.

"I didn't know you knew how to ride." Y/n comments, spotting the second horse beside her own.

"Ya know I think I look sexy up here." Bradley chuckles, mounting the horse.

"Oh very." Y/n laughs, climbing up onto her own. "Now I just wish I took you riding sooner." She pulls her horse around close enough to plant a kiss on Bradley's lips. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being there for me. Always being so supportive of me."

"Hey, you are one of the most badass people I know. It is very hard to not be supportive of you." Y/n chuckles, leading the way through the trees and back onto the pasture. Once they're both clear of the trees, Bradley lines up with y/n as they ride side by side, enjoying the beautiful view of the sunset over the ranch.

Y/n and Bradley enter the house after putting the horses in their stalls. Y/n's mother is in the kitchen, most likely cleaning up the dinner no one ate that night. Y/n walks ahead of Bradley and is the first into the loft, spotting Jake on the couch. She looks to Bradley giving him a nod. He fully understands and walks to her room, planting a goodnight kiss on her temple.

No words are exchanged between the twins but their actions say everything. Y/n lays on the couch, facing the TV the plays their favorite childhood movie, the one they always watched after Jake would pull her from the lookout as kids. Jake places one comforting hand on her shoulder, the other in her hair the sprawled across his lap. She chokes back her sobs. Jake motions tell her that he forgave her, that despite everything she said, she was still his sister and he wasn't going anywhere.

Bradley wakes the next morning to find Jake and Y/n on the couch together. He chuckles at the sight before making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Oh good morning!" Bradley turns to find Adeline cooking.

"Morning ma'am." Bradley replies cordially, not wanting to start anything with her at the moment.

"Hope your hungry! I'm making pancakes."

"Actually y/n and I have plans at a diner in town that she's been telling me about."

"Oh! Well then, I will just save this for another day then." Adeline says as she begins cleaning up.

"If you don't mind me asking, ma'am, why are you so hard on y/n?" Bradley questions, causing Adeline to pause in her actions.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Adeline answers before returning to the task at hand.

"With all due respect, I don't think you're seeing how fantastic your daughter really is." Bradley retorts, causing Adeline to turn around. "She is one of the best pilots I think the Navy has ever seen. Even my dad who is an Admiral could tell you he hasn't seen anyone as good as her since he was at Top Gun." Bradley tells her. "My uncles are 2 of the best pilots in naval aviation history and yet they'd tell you she's one of the best. She is so dedicated and loyal that she could be stressing over a mission and will still take the time to make sure her friends are okay." Bradley sighs. "I love your daughter ma'am, and I plan to marry her which I'm not gonna sit by while you treat her like shit." Bradley says firmly.

"Young man I don't know what she's told you..."

"You don't need to defend yourself. Everything I have said is based off of your actions in the last 24 hours."

"Morning." Y/n mutters walking through the kitchen to the coffee pot, turning it on.

"How'd you sleep?" Bradley asks, his eyes never leaving Adeline's in the stare off they are currently in.

"Just fine." She turns and notices both of their glares. "Everything alright?" She asks, the coffee maker long forgotten.

"Just fine." Adeline responds.

"All good here." Bradley responds, turning his attention to his girlfriend. "You ready to go to breakfast?"

"Yea, let me go get Jake's keys real quick. I'll meet you outside." She reaches up onto her toes to give Bradley a kiss as he leans down to meet her halfway.

"Holy shit! Y/n?"

"Cass?!" Y/n jumps out of the booth to hug her high school best friend tightly. "Oh my god its been too long!"

"How are you? How's that sexy aviator of a boyfriend you got?" Cass asks, holding y/n at arms length.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Bradley chuckles from behind y/n. "Bradley Bradshaw." He introduces, holding his hand out for her to shake. "Most people just call me Rooster."

"Cassandra Lane, but everyone just calls me Cass." Cass shakes his hand looking out at y/n while mouthing ‘he's really hot’.

Y/n chuckles, "I know." Y/n finally clears her throat, dragging everyone's attention back to her. "What are you doing here? Last I heard you moved to Corpus!" Y/n drags Cass back to their booth, making her sit next to them.

"I did but my boyfriend got reassigned so were road tripping our way out to California, decided to stop by home for the holidays."

"No way, what does he do?" Bradley asks.

"Forget that! What part of California?" Y/n questions.

"He's a mechanic for the Navy and I think North Island."

"No way!" Y/n shouts. "Cass! I'm currently stationed there! Working on getting a permanent assignment right now!"

"Oh my god! Seriously?"

"Hey Cass! We gotta go!" He boyfriend calls out.

"Shit! Hey our old group is meeting at our old stomping grounds. You guys should tag along! Even bring Jake with you if he's here! You two could show everyone a thing or two about line dancing, especially this one." Cass mutters the last part just barley loud enough that Bradley almost misses it.

"Hey I know a thing or two about line dancing." Bradley defends.

"Oh I didn't mean..."

"You know a thing or two or do you know Fake ID cause of Footloose?" Y/n questions raising a brow at him.

"I... I know Fake ID." He answers causing the two girls to laugh.

"Thats not the kind I'm talking about." Cass answers. "You know y/n and Jake were Country Swing champions 4 years in a row right?" Bradley nods while y/n shakes her head, eyes growing wide when she sees Bradley's answer. "They started getting requests so often that they're a staple at our old hangout, anytime they're both in town old Jimmy expects a show." Cass chuckles. "Oh please y/n! Please perform tonight! They got these new couples from the high school coming and they suck!"

"I'll talk to Jake but no promises." Cass nods before running off to join her boyfriend at the car.

"Country swing?" Bradley chuckles, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"My dance teacher suggested it when I started losing interest in every other form of dance. I danced for so long that by the time I reached high school I was ready to quit. I was already doing pageants, rodeos, and was starting the FFA, I didn't think I was gonna have time but she convinced me and I convinced Jake to be my partner." She laughs. "Of course I later found out that she wanted me to stay so her and my dad could keep hooking up in the back office." She sighed.

"Your dad isn't around? Like at all?" Bradley questions. Jake and y/n hardly brought up their dad. Y/n, cause of how her mom started treating her and Jake because the man he looked up to all his life abandoned them.

"No, he moved to New York our junior year. Missed everything since. So we stopped trying to include him and eventually he just disappeared from our lives." Y/n sighs as they finish eating. "We should probably head back." She stands up pulling her wallet from her purse.

"Oh no you don't!" Bradley jumps, trying to beat y/n to the register but she's smaller, therefore dodging the tables faster, dropping her credit card on the register.

"I win!" She sticks her tongue out at Bradley as he finally makes it to the register.

"You guys are so cute together." The waitress chuckles taking y/n's card. "How long have you been together?"

"5 years." Bradley chuckles. "6 in March."

"No ring yet?" She asks, looking down and y/n's bare ring finger.

"We get stationed separately so often we haven't really had a chance to think about it." Y/n sighs.

"Oh you're both in the military?"

"Navy." Bradley answers. "Naval aviators to be specific."

"Oh! Are you two the local kids that went to the Naval Academy?"

"No that was me and my brother." Y/n chuckles. "Forgot how big of a deal that was." She says as she fills out the receipt and putting her card back into her wallet.

"Well you two have a great rest of your day."

"Thanks, you too." Y/n smiles, walking out the door Bradley opens for her.

"I can't believe you agreed to this." Jake groans for the bar table.

"Technically I said I'd only do it if you agreed." Y/n defends, combing a finger through her loosely curled hair. "But you could never say no to old Jimmy." Y/n laughs, as Cass, Lottie, Cass's boyfriend and Jake's high school best friend Tyler walk up to them.

"Hey man! Where have you been hiding?" Jake greets. "Heard you’re a Naval plane mechanic now.”

"Oh you know, here and there." Tyler answers.

"So where you stationed at? May have to pull some strings to get you on my pit crew." Jake laughs, slapping a hand onto Tyler's shoulder.

Jake and Tyler disappear into their own conversation, pulling Bradley in too as the girls crowd into their own group.

"Look at all of us and our men!" Cass gushes. "Assuming this year is the year Jake's actually gonna make things official?" Cass wiggles her brows at Lottie making the other girls laugh.

"We've talked about it, but unfortunately until were married I couldn't go anywhere with him."

"If you guys have managed to still be in love with each other after 16 years and only seeing each other 2-3 times a year, I think you guys can handle long distance until you get married." Y/n laughs. "I've been doing it for 5 years. This year is the first time we've been stationed together for longer that a month."

"I don't know." Lottie sighs. "I want to make it official, but Jake is the one who shuts me down every time."

"Oh can y'all imagine? If Tyler get pulled on Jake's pit crew and with Y/n and Bradley being aviators too. We'd all be stationed together! Especially with y/n getting a permanent station request." Cass squeals in excitement.

"You forget that we still have deployments and missions. Its so hard to get us all together." Y/n sighs. "But it would be great to have my best friends around more." Y/n smiles at the girls in front of her.

"Alright folks you're in for a real surprise tonight." The bar's DJ announces as the music dies down. "If you've been a patron here since this place was teen only hangout you'll remember this dynamic duo! Back for one night only all the way from a Naval Air Station in California to show how to really do a country swing, welcome to the floor, everyone's favorite twins, Jake and Y/n!"

(Note: Their dance is linked up above. I tried to put it to words but I know very little about dance terminology)

Jake groans following y/n onto the clearing dance floor as Country Girl (shake it for me) by Luke Bryan starts making y/n laugh as she takes Jake's outstretch hand, the steps flowing through her. Bradley leans against the railing on the outside of the dance floor, following y/n's every move, lowering the straw hat from the previous day to try and mask how dark his eyes got watching her.

Y/n laughs as Jake twirls her to put his arms around her, lifting to rest her hip on his, dipping her to where her head almost touches the ground as she kicks her legs up into the air behind him to build the momentum to spin in his grip. Jake's right hand lands behind her back, his left wrapping around her legs to dip her ago before swinging her into a third dip, her feet still never touching the ground which impresses Bradley. Jake pulls her up, feet landing on the ground and immediately spinning her.

Bradley chuckles, the amount of times that he's picked her up spinning or spin her while they danced in the middle of the Hard Deck and she complained about being dizzy was clearly not a major issue with how much Jake was spinning her now.

Jake and y/n step their way around the floor, a continuous step ball change their choice of movement as Jake still spins his sister around every few steps. Jake twirls her a couple time when they reach the center of the floor again before his hands land on her waist. She jumps, Jake guiding her hips to the left, resting on his own as her legs kick to the side, repeating on the right before swinging her back. She straddles his waist on the next swing. The momentum allows Jake to lift her, her forearms resting on his shoulders to hold her up while Jake guides her body through the lift.

The crowd cheers as Y/n holds the position of a few seconds before dropping back down, straddling his waist again before Jake pushes her back, both feet landing on the ground, his hands catching hers as they immediately jump back into their steps, recovering from the trick. But its not long before it appears, to any untrained dance, that Jake flings his sister, causing her to slide to the ground, being spun in a circle while she sits on the ground, dropping her feet when she faces her brother. Bradley rests his left hand in hers, their right hands connecting. He pulls her up as she jumps from her feet. Jake turns, positioning himself with his right side to her, his left side no longer facing her, shifting in time for her legs to wrap around his waist has he keeps spinning. She leans back on his grip on her hands, as he spina a couple times pulling her back up and dropping he to the ground. Jack starts the shift from their usual moves, free styling a bit which causing y/n to laugh. As he lifts her, hooking her boot over his leg to where she almost straddles his thigh to dip her.

Pulling back up to stand, y/n takes the initiative the freestyle a little, even adding a split which was not included before. The crowds reactions to their tricks on urges them on further. Y/n briefly catches a glimpse of her 6 foot boyfriend who looks as if he might faint from her motions. Bradley's eyes never leave her body, wishing he had known about this side of her sooner. She chuckles at his dumbfounded smile before turning back to her brother who immediately lifts her up bridal style, right arm under her back, left under her knees. He throws her up slightly, allowing her to toss her right leg over his head to his left shoulder. He lifts her again as she twists in his arms. He catches her bridal style again, he legs on his left side now before he sets her down again in a spin.

They move through the rest of the routine with ease as the song comes to an end. They quickly make their way off the floor and are greeted by their friends, y/n smiles before moving over to Bradley, placing a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. "Hey, you doing alright there?"she laughs.

"That, was so-o-o hot." Bradley stutters, making y/n laugh harder. "How come I never knew you could move like that? You've been holding out on me baby!" Bradley groans following her as she walks back to her table.

"Theres never a good time to pull out arial tricks in the middle of the Hard Deck."

"Well then maybe you can show me a few moves in private then? Give me a few private lessons?" Bradley purrs in her ear.

"One more dance and then we'll go. Fortunately for you, we always end the night with the only line dance you know." Y/n boops his nose, pulling away to the dance floor as Cass and Lottie run out to meet her from the DJ booth.

Fake ID starts playing and the girls move through the steps as if they've been doing it for years, which they have so it doesn't shock Bradley how swiftly she moves. Jake and Tyler join the girls for the chorus before everyone branches off dancing to the beat. Y/n struts over to Bradley and pulls him to the dance floor.

"Looks like Jake is gonna be busy tonight." Y/n smiles spotting Jake dancing closely with Lottie turning, his stetson placed delicately on her head. Y/n turns back around to face her boyfriend.

"What makes you say that?" Bradley questions, his hands resting on her waist as they dance.

"You heard of the cowboy hat rule?" Y/n laughs, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"No...?" Bradley questions.

Y/n smirks, plucking the old straw hat off of Bradley's head. "Were the hat, ride the cowboy." She laughs as Bradley's eyes darken with lust.

"Screw the dance. We're leaving right now." Bradley pulls y/n into a searing kiss before dragging her out of the bar.

"Alright everyone! Gather round! Get close!" Adeline shouts as the entire family squeezes together in front of the fireplace, Adeline's camera set up on a tripod, ready to take the millionth shot of their annual thanksgiving friends and family photo. Y/n is tucked under Bradley's side, holding close to him as everyone slides even closer. Jake and Lottie sit next to each other right in front of them, being pushed impossibly closer together too. "Alright everyone smiles! 3, 2, 1!" The flash momentarily blinds everyone before they disperse, moving to converse with different people.

"Twins!" Jake and Y/n both turn away from their conversation with Bradley and Lottie. Being the only set of twins in the family, they got so used to only being referred to as such. "Look at you two all grown up!"

"Hi nana." Y/n smiles as her grandmother pulls her into a hug.

"Oh my darling girl! Look how beautiful you are!" Nana gushes over the girl before turning to Jake. "Jacob! Oh my handsome grandson! You're so tall!" She plants a kiss on both of their cheeks.

"I missed you too, Nana." The twins had gotten so busy in high school at family functions just weren't plausible for them, and when they left for the Navy, it had been years since they had seen their grandmother.

"So? How long until my favorite grandchildren are gonna give me great grandkids?"

Y/n blushes as Bradley come up behind her, Lottie not far behind. "Nana, come on. You know we don't have time for kids."

"Well then who is this handsome young man?" Nana pushes y/n to the side, placing both hands on Bradley's cheeks, pulling him down to her short 4'11" height. "He's cute, sweetie. You two would make adorable babies."

"Nana!" Y/n slaps a hand over her face.

"Bradley, ma'am. You're grandkids talk a lot about you." He wasn't wrong. Y/n couldn't stop gushing over how amazing her grandma was and Jake never denied a chance to agree, as long as it was just between the three in the comfort of Jake and y/n's home.

"Oh well then you need to tell me everything about you! I’m assuming you’re my little angel's boyfriend?"

"Yea ma'am. Shall we?" He offers his arm to her, Nana swiftly linking her arm with his. Y/n goes to follow but her grandma stops her.

"Oh sweetheart why don't you go mingle with your cousins. I want a few minutes alone with your beau." Y/n stands shocked a Bradley shrugs leading her outside to the patio seating.

"You're in love with her?" Nana asks as they sit down.

"I'm sorry?"

Nana just smiles and removes her wedding ring, the band still remains on her hand. She reaches out for Bradley's hand and places the ring in his. "You'll still have to have to ask Jacob for her hand seeing as their father isn't around."

"Ma'am, I couldn't possibly..."

"I see the way she looks at you. She's never looked at anyone like that in her life. Bradley, I know when two people are in love. And you two? You two are more in love than anybody in that house." Nana tells him, closing his hand around the ring. "She's always told me if she was going to get any ring it would be mine. I trust you." She stands and walks back into the house leaving Bradley alone, staring down at the ring.

Minutes later Bradley is pulled from his thoughts by someone coming outside.

"Hey, Nana said you wanted to talk to me." Bradley nearly drops the ring at the sound of Jake's voice. "Is that...?"

"Your Nana is playing matchmaker." Bradley chuckles. "Just handed her ring to me."

"So you wanna...?" Jake stalls, waiting for Bradley to finish his sentence.

"I want your blessing to marry y/n." Bradley states bluntly. "I've been thinking about it for awhile but I could never find the right ring in all of the jewelry shops I went to. So I figured that if we were meant to get married the right ring would show up. And here it is. Her dream ring, in my hand. Just appeared out of nowhere."

"I don't think you should ask me-"

"Why not? Your father is a piece of shit who isn't around. Your mom treats her like the devil's spawn. Your grandma literally just told me to marry her." Bradley rambles, standing to meet Jake's eyes. "I know you don't like me all the much Jake. But I love your sister. I'm in love with her. And it wouldn't feel right marrying her with out the most important person in her life saying it was okay."

"She doesn't need my permission." Jake responds.

"But she'd want your blessing." Bradley responds calmly.

"You gotta promise me one thing, Rooster."

"Anything." Jake smirks at his response.

"You gotta name your first born after me."

"Oh fuck off, Hangman." Bradley shoves his shoulder as the boys laugh. "So is that a yes?"

"Yea man. You can marry my sister."

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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Okay, here's a fluffy request: Elvis bringing baby Lottie Mae into your bed and singing her to sleep because she's scared of a loud thunderstorm outside? (Inspired by my own fear of thunderstorms from ages 1-4).

You had propped yourself up against the headboard with a book resting on your knee you had been reading to Elvis for about ten minutes. A clap of thunder caused you to jump, "You alright, angel?" Elvis asked, lifting his head up from its place on your chest.

"I am alright, honey. Just caught me of guard, s'all." Smiling, you ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to coax him back to his former state. He instead rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom; you marked your place in the book and searched on the floor for your slippers.

"No, no tears. Momma is right in here- see there she is Lottie, there's your momma." Lottie clung to her father's neck, her face wet with tears. "Thunderstorm scared her, poor little thing." He handed her to you and pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.

"Oh bug, did the thunder scare you?" You stroked her hair, "I know it's scary, it scared momma too. Can you believe that?"

Elvis smiled at your comment, "Yeah Lotts, oh you should've seen it, momma jumped about ten feet in the air!" He raised his hand up in the air.

Biting down on your lip to suppress your giggles, Elvis was always one to exaggerate- if it meant he could get a good story out of it. Lottie smiled at her father's antics, "You were scared?" She questioned whilst grabbing at the top of your night gown in an attempt to pull herself closer to you.

Nodding your head you responded, "Yes, bug. Momma was scared, but now I have you and Daddy to protect me." Leaning your head down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Elvis rested a warm hand on her small back and she slowly made her way in between the two of you. Sensing that she would be told to go to bed soon Lottie Mae opened her mouth in protest, "No, daddy sing Teddy Bear song!"

Elvis sighed, "It's time for bed-"

"Honey, sing the Teddy Bear song, if it will help her sleep just do it." You smiled.

Elvis picked her up and set her down on the floor, "Teddy bear, teddy bear turn around." Both Elvis and Lottie spun around. "Teddy bear, teddy bear touch the ground." Lottie touched the ground rather quickly, Elvis glanced at the ground.

"Daddy, you have to do it!" She stamped her foot on the ground.

You smiled, "Yeah, you got to do it."

Elvis sighed and bent over with a groan, "Lord that's going to hurt in the morning." He slowly pulled himself upwards. "Teddy bear, teddy bear show your shoe." Elvis stood on one foot, attempting to balance Lottie. "Teddy bear, teddy bear, I love you." Elvis hugged the small girl tightly. "Teddy bear, teddy bear go upstairs, teddy bear teddy bear, say your prayers." Elvis clasped his hands together and Lottie mimicked him, "Teddy bear, teddy bear turn out the light." Elvis scooped up Lottie Mae and you switched off the light, you then joined him in the last verse. "Teddy bear, teddy bear say goodnight." Elvis pulled the covers over the three of you and pressed a kiss to your lips, "I love you, honey. And I love you, Charlotte Mae."

There was surprisingly no response from the small girl, she had fallen fast asleep. "I can take he-"

Elvis shook his head, "No, just keep her here. Goodnight, angel. I love you."

You smiled and reached over to run a hand through his hair, "I love you too, handsome."

The two of you fell asleep to the sound of the distant thunder and the rain softly hitting the windowpane.

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crazyunsexycool · 6 months

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My Little Love

Chapter 27

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Fluff, angst, explosion, implied character deaths

A/N: So here we go!!!

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With a deep breath and a small stretch you begin to wake up. You smile when you realize that Bucky is still laying next to you. It’s a small comfort knowing he’s getting his much deserved rest since he tends to be awake earlier than you. Turning your head you take in his muscular back. It’s riddled with scars, scars that you’ve kissed many times already and will again. You shift slowly so as to not wake him and drape your arm around his midsection. Many nights it was Bucky pulling you into his chest and making you feel safe, at this moment you get to do the same. It makes you smile and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss his left shoulder blade. One kiss turned into two and then three and so on. By now you knew Bucky was awake but he stayed still as he accepted your affection.

“Good morning, baby.” You whisper into his ear.

Bucky turns his head to look at you with a lazy smile and sleepy eyes. He was beautiful and all yours.

“It’s a great morning, Sugar.”

Bucky turns in bed and lays on his back. You take the opportunity to straddle him and lean down to give him a quick kiss.

“I have a date planned for us today.” Bucky says when you pull back.

“Really?”

“Yup. Just the two of us.”

“Have you informed our daughter? You know she’ll want to go with us.”

“I did talk to her about it. She did pout but she knows it’s a surprise so she’s ok.” Bucky chuckles as his hands slip under your sleep shirt.

“Let’s get up, old man, before those two can wreak havoc on the compound.”

“Give me five more minutes with you just like this.”

“Just five?”

“Fine,” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Ten.”

“Happily.”

****

“Uppies.” Lottie says with a yawn, it’s still early and you’re surprised to see her awake.

With her hair sticking up in all directions and her purple princess footed-pajamas still on Lottie clings to Bucky. Hiding away from the light by sticking her face into the space between his shoulder and neck she holds onto her pink teddy bear. You wave Bucky over to the couch since he won’t be able to do much now that Lottie has decided to fall back asleep. You smile as you watch Bucky smooth out her hair as he sits down and gets comfortable.

“Morning mama.” Henry walks into the kitchen. He’s still sleepy too but he smiles in your direction as he holds up a hair tie. “Can you help me?”

You grab it and pull his hair up into a manbun.

“Have you thought about getting a haircut?”

“No, I don’t want it short.” Henry covers his head with his arms.

“It was just a suggestion, sweet boy. I won’t make you do something you don’t want.” You kiss the top of his head. “You know your dad had long hair too and he looked very handsome with it.”

“Do I look handsome with it?”

“So handsome. Now why don’t you go cuddle up with dad and Lottie on the couch.”

“Ok.” Henry smiles and gives you a hug before he walks away while you work on breakfast.

“Hi Buce.”

“Hello Charlotte, how are you today?” Bruce asked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Am good. Can habe uppies?”

Charlotte stopped right in front of Bruce, her hands busy with a paper plate while you trailed behind her. He picks her up and sets her down on one of the free spaces of his table.

“Habe pwesent Buce.”

“You do? Who’s it for?”

“Fo’ you.” She holds up the paper plate full of glued down dried macaroni pieces and painted cotton balls all laid down to look like him. You even helped her make the frame for his glasses out of construction paper.

“Is this me?”

“Yup.”

You chuckle as Bruce holds it up beside his face and asks if he and the macaroni art look alike. Charlotte giggles and nods happily.

“We’ve been playing around with different arts and crafts.”

“Habe this too.” Lottie holds up a bracelet made of green beads.

“Well this is so nice of you Charlotte. Thank you.”

“Now that we are done with the gift giving, here are my files that you needed.”

“Thanks. I’ll get them back to you as soon as I can. I also have those reports on those people that received the same shot you did. If you can look at them and give me your opinion, that would be great.” You nod while he pulls out two lollipops from his lab coat pocket. Something you realize he started doing recently. “And this is for you and your brother, Charlotte.”

“Wook mama.” Lottie holds up both lollipops.

“I see that. It was very nice of uncle Bruce, can you say thank you?”

“Oh, Tank you Buce.”

“You are very welcome.”

“I’ll see you later Bruce.”

“Bye-bye Buce.”

“Bye, Charlotte.” Bruce says as he sets her back on the floor.

****

“Here are the reports you needed.” Bucky holds up a stack of files and places them on Steve’s desk.

“Thanks. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Bucky nods but then sits down on one of the chairs across from Steve’s desk. Henry takes the other one but is distracted playing with Alpine. “I’m taking Y/N out on a date tonight.”

“Nice, want me to watch the kids?”

“Nat volunteered, said something about you hogging up their time.” Bucky shrugs. “But I’m kind of nervous.”

“Nervous about what?”

“Steve, it's the date.”

“Oh. Wow ok so it’s happening tonight. When you come back you’ll be an engaged man.” Steve says with a grin. “This is great.”

“You don’t know that. Y/N could say no.”

Henry scoffs. “Please, mama would never say no to you.”

“I second that. I know she won’t say no, she loves you way too much.”

“Mama talks about how much she loves you all the time.”

Bucky nods slowly and takes a deep breath. It’ll be easy. All he has to do is ask a simple question. Although the thought of being rejected is really making him have second thoughts. It’s not about the rejection but the person doing it. He really can’t see his life without you now and he wants to give you the perfect evening and end it with the perfect proposal. Something small and intimate, just the two of you.

You were standing in the living room waiting for Bucky and saying your goodnights to the kids. Charlotte was giggling as she clung to you like a koala.

“Are you going to be good for auntie Nat?” You ask while smoothing out her hair.

“Am good mama.”

“What about you mister?”

“Yup.” Henry said between taking sips of his juice box. “You look pretty in your dress mama.”

“Thank you sweet boy. I just had to wear the dress you got me.”

“Yeah, so pwetty mama. Wike a pwincess.”

“Do you think daddy will think I look pretty?”

“Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, bewitching. Should I go on?” Bucky says from the door with a fond smile. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you and Charlotte, who is now sandwiched between you.

She giggles as she looks up at both of you.

“Dada am here.”

“I didn’t see you there, doll.”

Charlotte giggles some more before Bucky scoops her up. He peppers her cheeks with kisses and sets her down on the couch next to Henry and then places a kiss on Henry’s head.

“We have to go or we’ll be late to our reservations.”

“Ok well, have fun kids.” You wave at them as Nat walks in. “Thanks for watching them.”

“You’re welcome. Now go and have your own fun.”

Bucky drove you into the heart of the city. He was nervous, you could tell but you didn’t know why. Still he’d look over at you every few minutes and flash you his most charming smile. It wasn’t until you got to your destination that you knew something was up. Getting reservations at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the most exclusive hotel in New York City was no easy feat.

Bucky parks at the entrance and jumps out of the car to open your door. You admired how handsome he looked in his all black suit and t-shirt combo. He holds his hand out to help you up and out of the car and then offers you his arm.

“How did you manage reservations here?”

“Had a little help.” He winks as you walk toward the elevator to the top floor.

****

The view of the city was spectacular from the top floor where the restaurant was. The hostess led you from the entrance off to the left and onto a private balcony. There was only one table at the center and a bar at the end. Bucky pulls a chair out for you and a server is there in an instant to take your drink order.

“This is beautiful.” You murmur as you look out over the city.

“You’re beautiful.”

Bucky takes one of your hands over the table. His cheeks are tinted pink as he looks at you. You squeeze his hand to reassure him everything was ok even though you were trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.

“Y/N, I-“ Bucky’s cut off by the ringing of both of your phones.

“Maybe it’s the kids.” You say as you fish yours out of your purse.

Bucky mutters a curse in Russian and grabs his phone. He stands and walks away to a corner so you won’t hear his conversation.

“Hey Nat, is everything ok?” You answer your phone.

“So sorry to ruin the date but we need you both back here immediately.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a mission, can’t say more.”

“Fine, we'll be there as soon as possible.” You look up at Bucky just as he turns to look at you. He frowns and hangs up the call.

“Sorry Sugar, guess we’ll have to reschedule the date.”

“It’s ok.” You say as you take his hand and start walking back toward the elevator. You wrap your arms around Bucky’s midsection and rest your head against his chest. “Don’t be upset.”

“I just wanted tonight to be special. I even had a room reserved for us.”

You pull back to look at him.

“Oh really?” You give him a mischievous smirk.

“Mmhmm. I wanted you all to myself tonight.”

“We will definitely reschedule then.”

Bucky smiles and kisses you. He feels like the ring is burning a hole in his pocket. Maybe he should have asked you right before leaving the restaurant anyway.

Everyone was already in the conference room when you walked in. Lottie and Henry were in a corner with noise canceling headphones and tablets unaware of what was going on.

“Sorry for ruining your date guys.” Steve gives you an apologetic smile. “But trust me you’ll want to be here for this.”

“What’s going on?”

“As you know since the moment we found Charlotte and then Henry, Hydra has been trying to get them back. That included the trap they set up for Y/N, Sam, Clint and Nat and the one they set up for me and Steve.” Tony says as he pulls up some images on the large screen at the front of the room. “These people were responsible for developing the future winter soldier program. While most of them have died or retired, the program is still going strong. Right now their focus is getting the kids back.”

“They’ve mostly stayed underground.” Steve adds. “It’s been hard to track them but finally after all these months we have intel that they will be meeting tomorrow so we have to leave tonight if we want to get all of them.”

“If we do that, that means it’s over?”

“No one will be after the kids anymore?” You ask hopefully as you reach for Bucky’s hand.

“Exactly, we can get rid of this part of hydra for good.”

“I’ll call my dad and we can go.”

“I’m sorry but you won’t be able to go with us, Y/N.” Steve says.

“Why not?”

“Because Hydra has a hit out on you.” Tony presses a button on the remote in his hand and up pops up multiple communications from hydra officials wanting you to be dealt with. “Since you were the one to carry the kids out and the one to kill one of the highest ranking members in hydra you’ve painted a big old bullseye on your back. If you went with us well…”

You sit back and nod as you realize that they’re right. If you go on this mission it will just make it easier for hydra to try and kill you.

“Ok. I’ll stay.”

“Everyone suit up. The faster we get there the faster we can end this.”

****

“Good wuck.” Charlotte tells everyone on the team as they walk into the jet. Henry stands beside her and offers everyone high fives.

You stood not too far away from the kids and watched as everyone got on. Steve walked up and stopped next to you.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry.” Steve places a hand on your shoulder.

“I know you will, just don’t get too reckless because I’m not there to keep my eye on you.”

Steve chuckles before giving you a quick hug and walking over to the kids. Bucky’s hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. He presses a kiss to your shoulder as you both watch Steve hugging Lottie and Henry.

“Once this is over we can actually do things with them outside of the compound.” Bucky says.

“I’ll be making a list. They’ll be so excited when we take them out.”

“Not too excited when they start school though.”

You turn in his arms and perch your hands on his shoulders. Bucky rests his forehead against yours.

“It’s almost over.”

“Be careful out there.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tell him before giving him a kiss.

Henry and Charlotte run towards you and Bucky. He pulls away from you and grabs Henry before the latter can run into him. There are hugs and kisses for both kids before Bucky finally and reluctantly pulls away from you. With one final wave goodbye Bucky gets on the jet and you watch as it takes off.

“Alright kiddos, let's go inside.”

“Mama can habe mobie night?” Lottie asks as she takes your hand.

“That sounds like a fun idea, sweet angel. We can get in our pajamas and get our favorite snacks and watch as many movies as we can. We can even make a pillow fort in the living room. What do you say Henry?”

Henry nods. “ Can we watch Cars?”

“Of course we can.”

“Tonight is going to be awesome.”

“Yeah it is.”

After an almost 10 hour flight the team had finally made it to the facility where hydra was meeting. Bucky was anxious to get this over with and go home. Home to his family to finally start a new chapter in his life. One that would begin when you said yes to his question. He couldn’t wait for that moment.

“Gear up team, it’s time. Don’t forget the plan.” Steve says.

Everyone double checks their gear before finally starting the mission. Tony, Sam and Vision head out first as they do a fly over and lay down cover fire. The rest of the team drops down soon after while Bruce stays on the jet as back up. A small group of hydra agents fight to protect the building but it’s no use and it doesn’t take too long for the team to regroup in front of the main doors.

“Does anyone else think that was too easy?” Nat speaks up as she looks around the area.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they have all of the other agents protecting these sick sons of bitches.”

“Just be prepared and stay focused, there’s no turning back if we lose these people now we might never find them again.” Steve says. He takes his shield and hits the lock on the door handle to break it open. As soon as it’s open everyone runs in to complete their objective.

****

Every level of the building is checked and nothing. The building is practically empty with the exception of a few agents that were taken care of easily.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam says as he and Bucky walk into the control room to meet up with everyone else.

All of the monitors in the room lit up at the same time. A video of you and the kids walking through the compound halls starts playing.

“Where the hell is everyone?” Bucky asks as he looks around.

Tony and Nat begin to type furiously on some of the computers as they try to figure it out.

“Has anyone heard from command central? I’m getting radio silence.”

“It’s not radio silence.” Steve answers Nat as he realizes what’s going on. “It’s a trap, like your first mission after we found Charlotte.”

“Soldat.”

“What the fuck?”

“You should have given our assets back when you had the chance.” The voice said. “I hope you had fun playing house.”

There are several pictures of the kids playing outside from days and months prior. Bucky pulls out his phone to try and call you but there’s no connection.

“Tony please tell me you got something.”

Steve and Sam head for the doors but when they try to open them they can’t.

“We’re locked in.”

“Tony!”

“I’m trying here.” He shouts back.

“Say goodbye to your family, Soldat.” The voice says.

A missile hits the living quarters. It’s as if the air had been sucked out of the room as the team watches the compound get hit.

“No, no, no, no,no. Please tell me this isn’t real.” Bucky cries out. “It can’t be real. They’re in there.”

“We’ll figure it out, Buck, but right now we have to get out of here.”

“What if they’re gone?” Bucky watches as the footage of the explosion replays over and over again.

“Bruce, we need your help getting out of here.”

A few minutes later the building is practically destroyed as the Hulk smashes his way through. Everyone rushes to the jet. The whole flight Bucky can’t stop pacing. Steve and Sam try to calm him down but nothing works. He’s a mess and rightfully so. It takes halfway through the flight for them to finally have some type of connection to the outside world again. Bucky immediately starts to call your phone but it goes to voicemail.

By the time they finally get to the compound Bucky’s worst fears are realized when the jet lands and he sees that the compound is completely destroyed. Bucky felt his chest seize as he took in the damage. Any hope he had that you and the kids were ok is gone.

Ch. 28

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10 fics, 10 lines, 10 tags

Thank you 🧡 @disgruntledkittenface @crinkle-eyed-boo and @haztobegood for tagging me to open 10 of my fics (any 10 will do), go to somewhere in the middle and grab a line, and then tag 10 people. This was actually really hard!

Have a Nice Trip

“I think I saw god in your asshole.”

Rub Me the Right Way

Harry inhales sharply and whispers to himself, shaking his head, “Fuck me. Jesus.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Louis says with a wink and an easy smile. “But Jesus was a bottom.”

The Second Hand Unwinds

“For such a clever man, you’re rather stupid. The only reason that time travel exists is because of you.”

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

“You can go home to your wife now,” Harry says, smirking as he wipes the remnants of Louis’ release from his lips.

Have Love, Will Travel

“If this camper’s a’rockin’,” Louis says, laughing quietly.

“Oh my god, Lou,” Harry says, dicking in deep. “Don’t laugh. You’re already so tight I can hardly move.”

“Don’t come a’knockin’,” Louis says, giggling until Harry covers his mouth with his hand and fucks him hard and fast a few times.

Always a Bridesmaid

“You’re telling me you don’t pick up younger men in bars every weekend, Louis?”

“No,” Louis scoffs, but then he grabs Harry’s hand and pulls him to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. “Would it be a problem if I did?” Harry shakes his head, marveling at the feel of Louis’ hand in his. “Is it a problem that I don’t?”

Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby

“I’m about to fuck myself with a cucumber,” Harry tells his reflection, managing to keep his voice level.

No Hold to Hold Onto

The unmistakable cock of a shotgun wipes any peace from Harry’s mind. Raising his hands overhead, Harry finds his footing in the sandy creek bottom and stands, heart rabbiting in his chest. The entire three day ride south was trouble free, and he let his guard down. Looks like he’s going to pay for that now.

Home Remedies

Louis snorts and rolls his eyes, pushing past Harry to the door. “I don’t want your charity fingering, Harry.”

If I had no love to give (I wouldn’t give it to you)

“Next time I ask you if something’s life or death, just include Harry in that, will you?”

“Life, death, or Harry Styles,” Lottie says, shaking her head and laughing.

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Love at Wembley

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry asks YN to marry him at Wembley.

In the last twelve years, Harry had learnt a lot about YN. He’d learnt that she still needs a cup of tea before bed to fall asleep, or she’s up until the early morning tossing and turning.

He knows she still blasts One Directions and all their solo songs at every opportunity she gets, singing all the words and nagging both Harry and Louis about when they were going to get back together.

Her favourite song to listen to when she’s having a sad day or when she misses her Mum and sister even more is Angels by Robbie Williams.

Louis was her rock, they don’t go a day without talking or at-least texting each other. She doted on him and vice verse and Harry often feared how much she told Louis about their relationship, because if YN was anything shy didn’t cover it.

On the subject of not being shy, their sex life had only grown and got better as they aged. Harry had learnt that her favourite position was between doggy-style or missionary with Harry’s hand around her neck in a loose hold.

Another thing that Harry had learnt was that YN disliked anything that was romantically cringey, like being proposed to in Paris. Her words being “It’s just not special, everyone gets proposed to there” whilst watching a Tik Tok of a couple getting engaged whilst standing near the Eiffel Tower. Harry made a mental note of never proposing in a popular engagement location.

This brings him to this moment where he is walking through London with Louis and Jeff on his way to choose a ring for YN. He’s known for the last twelve years he wanted to marry her. But with fame, touring and losing important people, it never seemed like the right time to pop the question.

As they walk into the store that Harry has been researching for what feels like years. They’re met with more options than they imagined. He thinks back to the day he asked Louis permission to marry YN, because if he wanted anyone’s blessing it was his.

---

They were visiting Doncaster one weekend for the twins birthday and after the busy day of celebrating the twins turning nineteen, with lots of food, family, friends, Louis and Harry had found themselves sitting out in the garden together.

As Louis took a drag from the white stick he held between his fingers, Harry breaks the silence “I..uh…I wanna ask you something”.

Louis tilts his head to look at him and blows the smoke out from his lungs and flicks some ash off his cigarette end before responding “You can ask me anything mate”

Harry nervously turned his rings on his fingers, Louis hadn’t seen him this nervous for a long time. “I wanna ask YN to marry me…and…I guess what I’m trying to ask is for your permission”.

Louis took another long drag from the white stick, before blowing the smoke out in front of him and then scratching his cheek with his thumb and tried his best to keep a serious expression. Harry still anxiously twisting the rings that sat on his fingers.

Letting out a sigh, “All I can say is…it’s about fookin’ time man”, causing both men to look at each other and let out a laugh. “No ‘onestly you have my permission, blessing and whatever else you need”.

---

Bringing Harry back to the moment of where the three men sat in a consultation room, looking at the few options they had chosen. Louis had already said which one he thought YN would love. Jeff stating that YN would say ‘yes’ even if Harry proposed with a Haribo ring.

Harry stared down at the ring that sat delicately in the box in front of him. The small band held a diamond on top with a touch of green. He didn’t understand why Louis would be so adamant that YN would love this one.

“I still don’t understand why you think this is the one” Harry spoke with a tad of stress in his voice, picking up the box that held the ring to study it more.

Louis and Jeff shared a look before Louis let out an annoyed sigh. “Mate…please just listen to me…Lottie literally sent me all the photos of engagement rings that YN has sent to her of the last few years…and guess what they’ve all had a touch of green in them”.

Harry nervously played with his bottom lip with his fingers “Why green..I just don’t kno-“

Interrupting him, Jeff intervened “H..when you look in the mirror..what do you see?”

Harry look at his manager and friend with a scowl, confused by the questions.

“Uh myself” Harry sarcastically replied.

“And what do you look at yourself with?” Louis prompted.

Harry took a moment to think, before he had a lightbulb moment “Uhh..my eyes”. Louis and Jeff stared at him waiting for the moment where it clicked. “My eyes are green”.

“Well done Mate…you got there in the fookin’ end” Louis sarcastically said, earning a nudge from Harry. Harry couldn’t wipe the grin off his face at the new fact he had learnt. YN wanted a green ring to represent the colour of his eyes. How romantic. “She’s romantic and soppy when she wants to be”.

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Harry wanted the moment to be special but with the last leg of the tour underway it was proving to be difficult. He wanted the moment to be just YN and him, but being on tour it was rare for them to have a moment to themselves.

He debated popping the question whilst he had a show in Coventry, as it was the first show in the UK but something was telling him it just wasn't the right moment. He considered asking her in Paris, but then remembered she hated the thought of it being in a popular location. He began to believe there was no right place, but being inside Wembley Stadium made him realise that this is where it all began for him. If he didn't go to an audition, he wouldn't have met the love of his life.

Anne, Des and Gemma had arrived along with Harry's auntie, uncle and cousins. They all knew Harry had planned to ask YN today, ahead of the show, but the suspence was eating at them.

There was a quiet spell before the opening acts took to the stage. Harry took this as his opportunity "Babe...will you come with me to the stage a second?". Anne and Gemma sent him an excited grin as Teddy was cuddled up on Gemma's lap, knowing this was the moment they had been waiting for, for the last twelve years.

YN followed Harry out to the hallway as they made their way to the stage, Harry's arms slung over her shoulder and the little box discreetly hidden in his short pockets.

As the walked out and took in the empty stadium, before the room was about to be filled, Harry stood behind YN, his arms wrapped around her front resting across her collarbones.

"I'm so proud of you Bubs" YN began as she leaned back into his hold "Four nights in Wembley..you've absolutely fookin' smashed it"

Harry leaned down a pressed a kiss to her cheek "It all started here for me..and to be back just feels so fucking incredible".

"It's crazy to think that if you and Louis didn't audition that year...we wouldn't even know eachother" YN thought out loud, her hands reaching up to hold onto Harry's that were still wrapped around her "Fook...I don't even want to think about that". YN reached in her pocket for her phone "Let's take a photo..I wanna remember this moment".

After YN snapped the selfie of her and Harry, she studied the photo for a second, before turning to show Harry. As she turned, she realised Harry was no longer standing behind her, but knelt down on one knee with a black box in his hand, holding the little ring that was about to be on her finger. Capturing the moment, Lloyd was hiding behind one of the black boxes, positioned to the side of the stage.

For once, YN stood still and speechless. Harry began the speech he had rehearsed in his head for the last few weeks.

"YN..baby..it's been twelve years since I made you mine and my life has never been better...I would love to let you know all the reasons why I love you...I love you because you make me laugh when I needed it most...I love you because you inspire me to be a better person...I love you because you are extremely patient with me during my lowest points...I love you because you are an amazing sister who loves and takes care of your family...I love you because I know you’ll also be a great mother to our children someday...I love you because you have dreams and you’re not afraid to go after it...I love you because you dare to be yourself and own who you are...I love you because of how the light shines each morning together...I love you because of how comfortable silence can be, with you...and most importantly, I love you so much that I’ll want to be with you forever and I hope you’ll say yes. Will you marry me baby?"

Tears flowed down YN's face, Harry had always made her feel loved and wanted but listening to him list all the things he loves about her, was overwhelming. YN leant down and held Harry's cheeks as she kissed him deeply. Lips moving together, YN mumbled "Yes".

Standing up, Harry took the ring from the box and placed it on YN's finger, both admiring the start of their commitment to each other. "You're gonna be Mrs Styles".

"And I can't fookin' wait" YN excitedly announced, before Harry cupped her face and brought her in for another kiss. Their lips together in sync, YN's top lip being squeezed between Harry's as he deepened the kiss and moving his hand to sit at the bottom of her back to pull her even closer.

Pulling apart, but their hands still attached to one another, they couldn't wipe the smiles from their faces. "I love you"

"I love you more...Mrs Styles to be"

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Yellowjackets 2.04 Reactions:

Past!Taivan being divided over how they feel about Lottie. :(

Adult Tai experiencing whatever Shadow Tai is doing like an out-of-body, dissociative experience. So, so harrowing. The quick VHR static edits really help to emphasize the jarring nature of it too.

ALSO, Jessica Roberts, my beloved!!!! I miss her.

I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT ALANIS MORISSETTE COVERED THE NEW INTRO. ICONIC. SMASHING. STELLAR!! Lauren Ambrose and Simone in the intro now!! Yes!!!

Shauna not being able to look Jeff in the eye while she’s lying to him is so funny, lmao. And then Jeff lying to her about overhearing cops at the gym. Fail marriage. <3 They’re falling to their old habits of not communicating with each other.

“You’re right. I should have just run around in a ski mask—also in public. Blackmailing people.” Melanie Lynskey, I love you.

NATALIE LEANING IN THE DOOR JUMPSCARE, HELP. MA’AM. WHY ARE YOU STANDING LIKE THAT. Lmfao, Nat has been in that outfit for, like, three days now. Those leather pants cannot be comfortable. My god.

That lingering shot of Lottie and Nat’s hands as Lottie gave her the keys. 😵‍💫 I’m actually quite delusional about them now. I think they should tenderly kiss and/or hatefuck.

“If Taissa and Shauna have both been kidnapped, I’m going to be very, very annoyed.” ANDNNSSNSJWJSIDS.

“I’m honored that I seem to be your favorite Yellowjacket.” QKOQWKJDKWWJ.

YES AT MISTY BEING A SWEENEY TODD ENJOYER. That is so right.

I don’t think Walter is making it out of this season alive, lmfao, but what he and Misty have going on is so good. OH, GOD, Misty and Crystal singing the same song. 😭 For the record, I don’t think she’s making it out of the woods either.

NOT MARI ACCUSING COACH BEN. GIRL, YOU’RE NEVER BEATING THE PIT GIRL ALLEGATIONS.

Ben just straight up asking if the girls would have ate him.

Oooogh, more tensions in the cabin over the supernatural vs. rationality split. It’s important to note that Lottie is very uncomfortable at being thrust into the fore by Mari. This is also the first time that Shauna verbally stakes her claim in the skeptics side. God, poor Lottie—she doesn’t want this.

Nat being really gentle with Lisa and trying to help her see through some of the compound’s bullshit. Ugh, it reminds me of that moment last season when she coached Kevyn’s kid during his game. I love her.

Lottie at the therapist/psychiatrist’s(?) office. The way she so nervously plays with her fingers. The slight crack in her voice. The tears in her eyes. God, I’m so fucking unwell.

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari, shut up. 😭

Both adult Lottie and teen Lottie being utterly unmoored the way they are in this episode is horribly sad. As of right now, some of the girls are looking to teen Lottie for guidance, while adult Lottie is desperately wanting something to ground her.

LMFAO, the cut from Shauna realizing that Callie’s been lying to her about going to Iliana’s to immediately snooping through her daughter’s closet. So dirty. So unhinged. Ooh, at her finding the burnt Adam ID.

Ugh, that fucking detective is still flirting with her, EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS SHE’S UNDERAGED. I hope Shauna roasts him on a spit. He’s probably going to be the reason why Shauna/Jeff get away bc of how stupid he’s being.

Mommy-daughter bonding time!!! This is all I’ve ever wanted!!!!!!!!!

Misty being so disgusted by Walter’s condiment habits. So, so funny.

“Excuse me. Do you know about the cult with the purple people?” AKQKQKSJSNSJWIEDJSJ.

“Yes, they’re awful tippers.” KQOQOQOQIEDUDJDID.

Oh, God. Tai is just straight up walking the roads now. I fear for her. She is SO unwell. And I think about her progression from S1, Ep. 1 to now. She used to be the most outwardly put together of the core four. Had the family. Had the money. Had the lucrative career. And now look at her—you can see it in her lined eyes and the unfocused way that she walks. She has gone past the point of spiraling. She is in the abyss.

Mari continuing to hear things that the others don’t... love her and Akilah’s friendship. 🥺

A little mouse!!! Now Akilah has an animal emblem! Rabbits for Shauna. The moose for Nat. Wolves and Tai. Deers and Lottie. Birds and Misty?

Lottie making a blood sacrifice to the hollow. Hhhgh. That musical sting while she was doing so was brutal.

The Fourteenth Gilly!!! ANAJJDJDNSND, NATALIE CUPPING HER FACE ON THE COUCH.

Shauna taking her daughter out to the middle of nowhere with no cellphone reception. <33 Just mother-daughter things.

Shauna being truthful about killing Adam. God. HER TEMPORARILY FORGETTING THAT HE WASN’T THE BLACKMAILER. It’s kind of funny and kind of harrowing, the way that these events are blurred to her. It speaks so much to the way she processes trauma.

“Shoot, yes. Kind of.” AKQKWOOQOQOWJDJDJENS. Melanie Lynskey, we’re getting you that Emmy.

“They did… we did things out there that… we’re really ashamed of. And sorry, I know—maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, um, can that just be enough?” Oh, God. This line. The way that Shauna distances herself from the Yellowjackets at first because compartmentalizing is historically how she copes, but then she revisits the statement. She includes herself, but it’s too hard to talk about. You can see the utter pain in her face as she looks away. And you can also see in Callie’s microgestures that this is genuinely one of the first—if not the very first—time her mother has every willingly broached what happened in those woods. And she’s so hurt for her mom. She’s one of the few people who has identified that Shauna is hurting. I’m sick.

God, poor Callie Sadecki. Her mom’s a killer and her father is a blackmailer. No one is allowed to hate this very normal teenaged girl with fucked up parents.

The symbol-marked trees aligning to actually form the symbol. Oh, God.

Ben and Paul. 😭 Oh, Paul is Ben’s first boyfriend. I’m so tender. LET COACH LIVE.

Lisa at her mom: “I love you even when you try to control me.” Jesus fucking Christ.

NAT FUCKING PUTTING THAT GOLDFISH IN HER FUCKING MOUTH. I LOVE AN UNHINGED QUEEN.

“Is this where the purple people are?” WKWKWOWOOWIEJDWJ.

“Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!” GO, MISTY!!!

Leonard. 😭😭

The direction in this episode is so stunning. Lottie going through that arch of white light and then it become elevator doors closing. So good.

THE MUTED THEME SONG IN THE MALL. ALL THE GIRLS EATING TOGETHER. I’M SO UPSET,

LAURA LEE. THAT’S HER GIRLFRIEND.

“Lottie, if you don’t get out of here, you’re gonna die.” 😭 Laura Lee still trying to protect her beyond the grave. I actually have tears in my eyes.

GODDAMMIT, THE MOOSE. NATALIE CRYING. I’M SO FUCKED UP. SO FUCKED UP.

Natalie pushing away the shot. 😭 She’s invested in Lisa. Oh, I’m so, so tender.

MISTY AND WALTER SPLIT SCREEN PARALLELS. SO GOOD. I JUST KNOW THIS MAN ISN’T LIVING. GOD.

“We only have one kid, and as parents, it’s part of our job, we have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made, Shauna. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that’s what we have to do, and what, you’re telling me that you’ve… you’ve made her an accomplice?” THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT THE BABY IN THE WOODS. OTHERWISE, HE WOULDN’T BE FUCKING SAYING THAT, RIGHT? IF HE DOES KNOW, DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“We are lying to everyone, okay, everyone we know. I don’t want to do that to our own daughter.” The vulnerability in Shauna’s voice. So many fascinating layers here. Objectively, Jeff is right—making Callie an accomplice is harrowing. But what’s happening in the subtext is that Callie wants to desperately to connect with her parents, her mom especially, and vice fucking versa!! So it’s fucked up that it’s happening this way, and it’s fucked up that Shauna sounded more like a teenager in that conversation by the car, and it’s fucked up that Callie is so accepting, but that is the literal point here. This family was founded upon deep and unspeakable trauma, and they have to continually grapple with that.

Anyway, Sadecki family bonding moments. <33 I love a family who does crime together and they’re all messed up beyond comprehension.

Shauna tenderly filling Nat’s tub with water. 😭

Oh, my fucking God. The Lottie and Nat tub scene. Sobbing. They’re just kids.

Lottie having a reaction to a Queen card with the eyes scratched out. The girls 100% drew cards to see who the fuck was gonna be hunted.

LOTTIE, LOVE, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THAT BIG ASS KNIFE?

OH, GOD, SHE’S OFFERING BLOOD SACRIFICES AGAIN. The tears in her eyes.

“Can this just be enough? Please?”

FUCKING JAVI?!

Van exposing Taissa’s preternatural ability. Hhhhgh. Things aren’t looking good for Vantai in the woods.

WHILE YOU WERE STREAMING. AaqkqkkwkqowsksniwiwJQJEJD.

Tai adjusting her hair, even though she clearly hasn’t seen a bed in a week. Go, girl failure. Get ur woman.

ADULT VAN. SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

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