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darthkruge · 3 years

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Hi! So I've been reading a lot of you stuff, and it's great! And I was wondering if you could do a Jess Mariano x reader where the reader helps Jess get over Rory. And Jess realizes that he's already in love with the reader? If not, it's fine.

Thank you!!

Summary: Everyday since Jess and Rory broke up, Jess has gone to sit on the bridge. Everyday, you join him and sit together until, one day, he breaks the silence.

Warnings: Language, this is kinda angsty. Like it ends on a positive note because you know he realizes he loves the Reader but like this isn’t intense fluff.

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you!! And yes of course, I hope you like this! Also, your request was so sweet and polite, I really appreciate that :). I know that this doesn’t strictly stick to canon, but I thought this made more sense. Moreover, I just love writing Gilmore Girls when it’s set in Stars Hollow. Anyway, I hope all that’s okay <3

Oh one more thing! I’m really tired rn and I formatted this super rushed so if something’s off or I forgot something...whoops

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It had been a month since Rory broke his heart. Jess Mariano still visited the bridge everyday, sitting there, legs hanging over the water, disposition more solemn than you’ve ever seen. You hated seeing him like this-- his light, sarcastic remarks had become cruel and acerbic. Some days, you barely recognized him. Despite this, he was still your best friend and you knew that if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t give up on you either.

Lost in thought, you allowed your legs to subconsciously carry you to the bridge, as they did every other night. Jess was illuminated by the moon, the cold, Connecticut air ruffling through his hair. You came and wordlessly sat next to him, something he’d grown to expect.

Every time started the same. You’d sit down and just be there with him, keeping him in silent company for the first fifteen minutes. He could talk if he wanted to but almost never did. Sometimes, he’d take your hand and play with your fingers. Sometimes, he’d notice you were cold and wrap his jacket around you. Sometimes, your eyes would briefly meet and you’d give him a reassuring smile.

Then, you always asked if he wanted to talk about it. Usually he’d just shake his head. Occasionally, he’d complain about her, saying he deserved better and that she was a terrible girlfriend. Occasionally, he’d complain about himself, asking why he was so broken that he had to fuck up the one good relationship he’d ever been in. He never cried. At least, not in front of you.

Expecting the same as every prior encounter, you walked up and sat next to him.

“Hi,” He greeted, catching you off guard.

You made sure to scale back your reaction, not wanting to scare him off with a huge response. “Hey.”

Jess wordlessly got up and held a hand out to you. Taking it, you allowed him to stand you up and pull you into his chest. He buried his face in your neck, tears running down his cheeks. As sobs were pulled from his body, you gently rocked him back and forth, trying to pour every ounce of comfort you had into him.

Eventually, Jess pulled back and, without meeting your gaze, returned and sat down on the bridge. You followed. You took a risk, opting to rub your hand up and down his back, letting him know you were still here and encouraging him to share, if needed.

“Why do you still come here?”

You looked at him, confused. “What?”

“Why do you still come here?” He repeated, finally meeting your eyes. “All I do is sit here, silently. So why do you still come here? I know you have shit you could be doing”

“Because you’re my best friend. Because you’re in pain. Because you have a tendency to shut the entire world out and I’m not going to let you plunge into darkness.”

“I just don’t understand how it all got so fucked up. It was fine! Rory and I were fine! And then it all just got screwed up and now I’m here and she’s gone and it’ll never be the same again!” His voice broke, anger and pain evident in his voice.

“Hey!” You said, voice strong. “You’re going to be alright, Jess. I know you loved her, I know. But your life isn’t over just because she isn’t in it anymore. Please, you know how much she meant to you, but you have to start looking forward. You’ll never get past this if you keep clinging onto what could have been.”

“Fuck, I know that! I do! I just- I really thought we would work out, you know?”

Your gaze softened. Jess wasn’t always the easiest to talk to but pretty much no one ever saw this level of vulnerability with him. As he spoke, he realized this, too. He was never more honest, more open, than when he was with you.

“I know you did. I thought you would, too.” It killed you to not scream ‘I’m right here!’ as he talked about his failed relationship. But you wouldn’t do that to him right now. He needed a friend, not someone dumping all these romantic feelings on him. Besides, you’d grown accustomed to swallowing your feelings for him. You realized long ago that he’d never like you back and you much preferred to have him in your life, even as only a friend, than lose him altogether.

Jess and you slipped back into that silence you were so accustomed to. He thought about the last month, about what a shit friend he’d been to you. He was beating himself up mentally, stuck in this unhealthy spiral. He knew you didn’t deserve it but he felt like if he pushed you away, you’d be better off. Further, he was trying to punish himself; isolating from you was the most painful consequence of all.

He took a breath, the gravity of everything settling on him. He realized how good you’ve been, how you’d sacrificed countless hours to simply keep him company. How you spent your energy ensuring he didn’t let himself drown completely. How he could turn to you always. How you were the kindest person he’d ever met. How you were the only person he’d allowed himself to trust on an emotional level. How your displays of affection made him feel safe. How you respected his boundaries and never forced him to talk about anything. How you just understood.

Shit, He thought, I’m fucking in love with Y/N.

Instead of telling you that, Jess started off by breaking the silence one more by thanking you.

“For what?” You wondered.

“Everything. I dunno, being you, I guess.” You looked at him quizzically, lips threatening to curl into a laugh and his inability to convey his thoughts.

“Just accept the ‘thank you’ alright?” Jess continued, defensively.

“You’re welcome.” Despite your smirk, your words were sincere. It truly did mean a lot to you that he’d come to you.

Somehow, this boy continued to surprise you. Suddenly, his lips were on yours and, being stunned, you froze. Jess pulled back immediately, an apology written all over his face. Before he could get it out, though, it was like your brain started working again and you pulled him back in. He smiled into the kiss, a relieved sigh passing through the both of you. You could hardly believe this was happening but you weren’t going to question it, it’s all you’ve wanted for so long.

Your heart was racing as you pulled away. You looked at him, no idea what comes next.

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N”

Your mind went blank. Even though you had no idea what was going to happen after the kiss, you hadn’t even entertained the notion of him being in love with you.

You scrambled to find something to say but he cut you off. “It’s alright, you don’t need to respond. I just, I wanted you to know. I think that I was too stupid to realize it before, I mean I was so obsessed with trying to figure out what went wrong with Rory. I didn’t even think about moving on and then I guess we were talking and I realized…”

He trailed off but you knew the meaning of his pauses. Collecting yourself, you decided it was your turn to say something. “I think I’m in love with you, too. Actually, I know I’m in love with you. And I have been for a really long time, I just didn’t want to mess everything up. I love our friendship, I don’t want to lose you if we start dating and something happens.”

“You won’t. Nothing’s gonna happen.” He said it with such certainty, you couldn’t help yourself. You believed him.

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unprofessional-bard · 3 years

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Chapter 12 - The Development, Pt. II

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: TW!!! Mentions of depression/anxiety, lack of appetite and suicide; jealousy (the reader is Angry™️); talks of (unwanted) pregnancy and miscarriage (cult activities).

Summary: Who would've thought a dinner and a bouquet of flowers would ever bare bad omens?

Word Count: 5.588

Author's Note: I apologise for the repost! I forgot to do my taglist + the tags didn't work for me so let me try this again. This is a whole chunk of angst and nothing more. I'm sorry about this but it is going to get darker :')

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"Oof, this wasn't your greatest idea, you know that right?" You sighed anxiously, hands on your hips.

"I've done many things that weren't so great, sweetpea," Joel wiped his wet hands on the cute little apron around his waist after he put the vegetables he had cut into the bowl which was on the counter next to the cutting board: "We both know it, but this totally ain't one of 'em."

He carried another bowl to the dining room where you stood, gave your exposed neck a brief kiss as he passed by. Kiki and Ward were going to arrive anytime now for Joel's infamous dinner plan. When he put the bowl down, he scanned the table with a puzzled expression: "Why are there two more plates?"

You leaned your weight on one leg as you grabbed the edges of the chair, which stood at the head of the table: "I... invited Tommy and Maria over, too–"

Joel's expression made you feel guilty: "(Y/N)."

"What?" You spoke defensively, a nervous expression on your face and tone to your voice. "It was going to be awkward as shit otherwise."

"You don't know that," He growled. "Not when you pull stunts like this."

"I don't care," You emphasised each word, exhaustion present in your stance. "Better safe than sorry, Joel."

He nodded disapprovingly and walked back to the kitchen as you stood there, your head hanging with a sigh. You slowly raised it up, hands on your hips again, then turned your head to the side just enough for him to hear you over the sound of the steamer: "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," He said when he walked past you, carrying the last piece of dish to the table. His anger wasn't for nothing, you accepted what you did was an ass move.

"You're right." You huffed, which made him look at you. "I'm not sorry for inviting Tommy and Maria over, but I am sorry for upsetting you."

His tense stance eased slowly at your words, then he proceeded to mirror your chair holding pose, huffing quietly: "Well, one of us is gon' have to eat less, I'm more worried about that."

"I'll gladly volunteer, I lost my appetite." You rubbed your eyes, which sported dark circles underneath them– which worried Joel.

He stepped closer to you, reaching for your hip with his dominant hand and began rubbing soothing circles there: "No. You eat. Don't think for a second I didn't notice how you started eatin' less." This whole ordeal was getting to you more than you cared to admit. It had been eight days since your decision to arrange dinner with them, but it clearly didn't escape Joel's notice. You looked down, ashamed, running a hand through your hair nervously: "Hey, look at me," Joel gently took your chin between his fingers and lifted your head up, his nose inches away from yours. The three knocks on your door didn't stop him from saying: "You're worryin' over nothin', sweetheart. It's gonna be alright."

"We'll see," You looked into his eyes with a blank stare, gulping, giving his hand a light squeeze before walking to the door, collecting yourself in the meantime. From the small windows on the door, it wasn't hard to tell the brunette couple had arrived. You took a deep breath as you opened the door with a sincere smile: "Hello there– Come in, welcome."

"Hi!" Kiki grinned and Ward just offered an awkward resemblance of a smile.

After escorting them to the living room, you spoke: "Joel's getting finished in the kitchen, then we can have dinner."

"Joel's cooking?" Kiki gave you an alien look. It wasn't a my goodness what a man I bet he cooks real fine tone, but more a genuinely confused one.

"Uhm, yes?" You lightly flinched but smiled still, equally confused at her question. Giving a brief look at Ward, you noticed how he was staring hard at her and she was pointedly ignoring him. "Don't worry, he actually cooks better than me... haha."

You stared into each other's eyes for five seconds, both of your irises reflecting a pair of question marks at each other, then she let out an odd laugh: "Oh! If you say so... What a beautiful garden you got– Lots of flowers."

"Why, thank you," You smiled a little nervously. "I like taking care of flowers and plants..."

"Oh really? I do– did too, once upon a time..." Kiki did an exaggerated smiley face. "I should bring you some, then!"

"That's very kind of you," You felt yourself soften a little at her words. "Well, how have you both been? Feeling like you two are fitting in? I hope people aren't giving you trouble."

"Oh," Kiki looked at Ward for the first time, who's gaze was focused on you now. "No, I think we started to fit in better–" Ward nodded in agreement, his head turning in her direction: "Gets better every day."

"That's good news," You quietly huffed out a breath of relief, nodding at her words, which was when Joel walked in to greet them, and also when there was another pair of knocks on the door. This time, thank God, it was Tommy and Maria.

The dinner went without a hitch, to say the least. Although it had it's awkward moments, Tommy and Maria always picked it up one way or another. Delicious meals were eaten and wines from your collection with Joel were opened– it was pleasant to a certain degree. You and Joel sat across each other on the other ends of the table, Maria and Tommy sat to your left while Kiki and Ward sat to your right. Kiki was seated by your side, but she mostly had her attention on your husband. She didn't drink, but Ward did, and after his second glass, he seemed to relax more.

When it was time to carry all the plates back to where they came from, Joel and you carried the first party. When you placed them in the sink, and he on the counter, he softly grabbed your hand: "See? Wasn't that bad, was it?"

It sort of was, for you anyway, as much as you tried to calm your nerves with the wine: "Thanks to Tommy and Maria, yeah." Joel sighed through his nose and looked away for a moment: "What?"

"We'll talk about it in the morning." Joel let your hand go, but didn't move away.

"What is there to talk about?" You spoke, frustrated, your arms opening slightly in a gesture. Right then, your eyes moved over his shoulder to the doorway. He turned around to see it was Maria with two of the rect platters in her hands.

"Joel, why don't you go back? (Y/N) and I'll handle it from here." She spoke as she walked over to where you two were, then placed the platters on the counter. He gave you one last look before nodding and walking back inside. As soon as he left, Maria stood very close to you and turned on the water: "You wanna tell me what's going on with you?"

"Not really," You quickly started to wash the plates and she helped with the leftovers.

"(Y/N)," Maria spoke more seriously. "There's obviously something wrong–"

"I didn't say there wasn't, I just don't wanna talk about it right now." You said, turning your head to her a little but not looking her in the eyes. "Please, Maria, I appreciate you and your concern, but–"

"Mind if I help?" Kiki suddenly appeared with more service in her hands, startling you both.

"Not at all," Maria replied in your stead. "I'll leave you two to it, I need to use the bathroom."

You closed your eyes, exhausted, then begged for patience as Kiki replaced Maria's place next to you. She kept a distance, which you also appreciated. After a brief moment of silence, she spoke: "The food was delicious, I'm surprised Joel helped you prepare all of this."

You tried– God knows your tried not to look for a double meaning behind her words, but you failed: "Well, as I said, he cooks better than me."

"No, I mean, he just really helps you around, y'know? Serving, preparing, cleaning..."

You turned to face her, closing the sink, and took a proper look at her: "What's so weird about it? We're partners– Married– There's no helping out, we do it together, as it should be."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," She said after a while, her smile unsettling. "It's just that, I always do the cooking, and preparing, and cleaning. That's what I was taught, while Ward..."

You bit down on your tongue hard as you finally understood what she was getting at, the realisation making you blink once and long, then look away. A silent oh left your lips while you thought about how to respond, forcing a small smile to your lips: "Well... Uh– Why don't you go back, I'll take it from here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I got this, you're our guest, after all."

She smiled and nodded, heading back. As soon as she turned around you let out a silent, heavy breath, looking a little bewildered and disturbed at the things she had said. You stood still for a few moments, then ultimately decided to wash your face, so you took it up to the bathroom.

When you woke up the next morning, you had a mild headache from the wine, no doubt. Joel was nowhere to be found, which had you worried for a second, then you realised it was near noon. After washing your face, you dragged yourself downstairs and once you made it to the kitchen, you found Tommy, Eugene and Joel sitting quietly at the table.

"Mornin' princess," Eugene grinned at you, a cup in his hand. Joel and Tommy had more serious, even a little worried looks on their faces.

"Hey," You waved at them and dragged your feet to the cupboard where you kept your coffee, only to find you had ran out of the beans.

"How're you feelin'?"

"I'm fine... What kinda question is that?" You chuckled.

The brothers shared a brief look before Tommy slowly got up, walked towards the island counter and leaned against it with his elbows: "Listen, (Y/N), we're all a bit worried about you."

"I'm not!" Eugene said clearly. "I mean, I am, but not in the way they are– What's going on with you and the newcomers?"

You stared at the brothers, hard, then turned to Joel: "Is this the new town gossip, then?"

He huffed, crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his seat: "It ain't nothin'. We were talking about last night," He gestured between himself and Tommy. "Eugene overheard, expressed his own worries 'bout them and wanted to talk to you."

You felt so exposed –out in the open– with the spotlight moving onto you once more. Your eyebrows furrowed as Joel held your gaze for a while, the other men too scared to interfere; until Eugene spoke: "Look, (Y/N), I get what worries you, even if these two bimbos will say there's nothing wrong. I'm here to vouch for ya."

"Thanks," You shrugged and nodded. You felt embarrassed at the three pairs of eyes waiting for a response from you– speaking to Eugene alone about what actually worried you would've made you feel much better, but you just told them about the interactions between you and Kiki. The more you spoke, the more frustrated you got, which ironically made you close up more.

"Which reminds me," He said some time after you mentioned her offer to bring you a flower. "Do you have, uh, mugwort in your garden?"

The abrupt change of topic caught you off guard, but you still said yes, I think so and walked out from the back door, the old man tailing you. The sun immediately burned down on your skin, but a gentle breeze lightened the load on your shoulders as it accompanied you to the edge of the garden.

"Look, I don't actually need mugwort," He said when you sat down on your knees. "If you wanna say something to me that you think they won't understand, now's your chance."

You moved on with your digging quietly while he waited, then finally, without looking at him and venom dripping from every word you spoke, you sighed: "Kiki has eyes for Joel."

Eugene coughed loudly at your cold words, a hand on his chest: "Shit, (Y/N)..."

"Everyone, including Joel, seems oblivious to this– I'll probably get accused of petty jealousy if I tell them, but since you've had your fair share of weird run-ins with her, I think you should know."

He remained quiet for awhile as you worked with the plant, then finally huffed: "That's not a jealous face from what I can see, it's the face of a woman who's sensing something's gonna go wrong."

You finally looked up at him, your cold expression turned soft because of his sympathy, then looked back down: "I'm losing sleep over some stupid– bitch– God, I was... I've been trying to convince myself that it's nothing, but–"

"It's not nothing, (Y/N)." Eugene spoke firmly, grabbing your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Something's clearly not right with those two, and you've a right to get worried, 'cause I'm guessing it's not just Joel you're worried about."

You gulped, wiped some sweat off the corner of your brow with your wrist, then nodded.

"Well," He took the plants from your hands. "Thanks for this, and, just know that you're not alone. If you ever wanna talk more about this, you know where to find me. Don't be a stranger."

You did pay Eugene a visit a few days later to talk more about them. You felt more comfortable talking to him alone, and you were talking to him because you didn't want to add more to Joel's tension and strain your relationship again. It also felt good to just talk about the whole thing and have someone who understood you.

You had told him that you had no doubts about Joel's intentions, but about Kiki's and hers alone. He had told you he understood and told you that his door was always open if you needed to talk again, so you went to him a second time in a cool afternoon after Kiki had appeared out of nowhere.

"Flowers! As promised!" She smiled brightly, giving you a tiny bouquet of mixed, yellow flowers.

"Oh, wow," You carefully took the bouquet from her, smiling at the sight and feeling genuinely happy for a moment that she actually did something like this. "Thank you, Kiki."

"Don't mention it," She smiled sincerely and initiated smalltalk, then went about her business. After you closed the door, however, reality came crashing down.

You went to see Eugene then: He had just returned from patrol, so the moment you saw him, you grabbed him and went back to your house. A very old book you owned, The Meanings of Flowers, laid on the dinner table while you sat at the head of the table again, the older man to your right. Beautiful flowers rested above the book, a pair of each: Carnation, hyacinth, marigold, rose and tansy. You already knew the names of the most thanks to your free time activities, so finding them in the book wasn't particularly hard.

"Damn, (Y/N), you're really gettin' into this, aren't you?" Eugene said when you first explained and laid the flowers in front of him as he sat down.

You read through the pages and sat across him. "I think... I have, uh– What if she's asking for help?"

"How do you mean?" He gave you a look, and when you stared at him a while, he slowly got what you were saying. "You... think that too?"

"It's so obvious," You sighed, a sad expression on your face. "It's the only logical explanation for the way she responds to physical touch. There's more to it than what Ward told me about their past."

"You're right," He huffed, troubled. "Alright, let's see what carnation means."

"Each colour represents something different, but yellow..." What you read made you tense up.

"What?"

"Disdain."

You gave each other a look, then you continued to other flowers: "Hyacinth– Yellow hyacinth is... jealousy."

"Do these even grow in Wyoming?" Eugene was as disturbed as you were. You just shrugged, but you were thinking more about how she came to find these in the first place.

"Marigold– Jealousy, despair... Rose, yellow– Jealousy and..." You gasped shortly, eyes widening at the word.

"What, what is it?" Eugene turned the book to himself a little and his eyes widened slightly as well.

Infidelity.

"Maybe... Maybe tansy means something else?" Eugene flipped the pages as you burned a hole through the table, stunned where you sat. "Hostile thoughts, declaring war... Shit."

He stared at you as you slowly raised your head up and gave him a nasty look, whispering angrily: "Who... Who does she think she is?"

"(Y/N), I– I don't," Eugene knew, like yourself, that this could've been just pure coincidence, but all of the flowers representing almost exactly the same things inevitably had him worried and at a loss for words.

"That little bitch–" Your fists flexed into a fist, your brows drawing together, creating deep lines on your forehead.

"Don't freak out," Eugene grabbed your elbow in a calming gesture.

"She wants him–? She wants a war? I'll give her something worse, she'll regret ever setting foot in–"

"What's going on?" In between your heartbeat ringing in your ear and loud, angry words, you didn't hear Joel come in. Your head snapped towards him, eyes wide open and angry, then turned your head away towards Eugene.

"I think it's best if you sit down." The older man said uncomfortably.

He obliged, never looking away from you as he did. He was clearly worried, careful, but also cross; it wasn't hard to tell, and you had hoped he wouldn't see what you were up to, but alas...

"You know who brought me these?" You asked, focused at something outside the window.

"I have an idea." His eyes were burning through the side of your face, the tension crushing everyone in the room.

You chuckled bitterly. "You must think I'm crazy."

"I think no such thing," He growled, offended by your accusation. "You don't sleep well, you don't eat– Your worryin's making me worry!"

"The thing is, Joel," Eugene intervened. "She has a right to worry."

He finally looked at him with an exhausted expression: "What?"

"Each of these flowers have meanings in this book right here," He tapped the book. "And they're not good meanings at all."

"See? This is what worries me," He leaned back, crossing his arms. "You're gonna check everything she does or gives?"

"So you want me to stay oblivious to– to things, while Ward is probably physically absuing his wife?" You snapped, your head turning in Joel's direction to meet his quizzical expression. You got up from your chair, leaning in with your hands on the table: "If she was meaning to send a message to us with these flowers, asking for help, and we ignored it? That'd be on me."

"How could it possibly be on you?" He replied angrily. "How would she know that you'd– decipher this message?"

"I told you that I told her about–"

"Enough!" Eugene growled. "She sent her a message, despite what could be happening in their household." You sighed heavily and turned your head to the side, Joel glancing at Eugene as he continued: "All these flowers have one thing in common, Joel, and it's that they've bad meanings. This one?" He held up the marigold: "Jealousy. This one?" The hyacinth: "Also jealousy. And this?" The rose: "Jealousy... as well as infidelity."

Joel leaned back, an irked look on his face: "Wh– What?"

"Tansy– Hostile thoughts." He coughed into his fist as he put the flower down.

"So don't sit there–" You looked at him again, leaning in with your head: "And tell me that I'm worrying over nothing. Just because you have no clue about what's going on around you, doesn't mean it's not happening." You gulped, the barbed wire around your throat present once more, then picked up the book and closed it: "Thanks, Eugene."

He just nodded with a concerned look on his face and watched you walk upstairs. Joel, stunned in place, didn't say a word as the older man got up, tipped his head at him and left. He sat there for some time, by himself and stared at the beautiful flowers. He hadn't seen you like this since the Axel case– sure, you both had ups and downs but it had never gotten this bad since then. To prevent another fall out, he knew this time he had to be a little more alert for both of your sakes, if your accusations were indeed true.

But you both needed to co-operate if something was going to be done about this.

It was close to a week later when Ward opened up again.

Joel and you were a bit tense, even after when he suggested the next day after the flower incident that you both went to Maria to change your patrol schedules. She had said Joel only had one more patrol left with Kiki, while you still had three to go with Ward, which was okay for you especially after you found out that Joel's last patrol with Kiki was a group sweep which involved you too.

Joel was more than relieved too, thinking maybe change of patrol partners will finally ease the tension between you and him, but it seemed you'd remain upset until that last patrol was over with, which was the day after your current patrol with Ward.

You were taking a different route this time, on horseback and it was in the afternoon, a chill breeze was present which took the burning feel of the slowly setting sun off your shoulders. The trees were offering shield from the sun with their shadows, too.

"I overheard people talking about you and Joel."

"Really?" You rolled your eyes. "What were they saying?"

"Something about... having a child."

You turned your head and gave him a stern look, but it wasn't directed at him, then you sighed, the grip you had on your reigns tightening: "It's none of their business."

"Exactly what I told them."

"What?" You turned to face him again, the whip of your head smoother than before, and your voice was softer– surprised.

"I told them to stop talking about something which wasn't their business," Ward casually explained. "They then told me that I had no business listening to them, so I threatened to break their jaw if they didn't shut up."

"Ward..." You gave him a look of disapproval.

"Kidding," He offered a small smile. "Leave out the threatening bit, but it did cause a little argument. Maria was there though... organising this event that's coming up. She defended you, too."

You hadn't taken him to be the type to stand up for people he didn't exactly know: "Ward I–"

"Sorry though, don't know who they were–"

"Thank you."

He blinked, equally surprised at the smallest smile on your lips: "Oh, well..."

"Not many people would do that, I appreciate it," Your grip loosened and you allowed yourself to relax a little. "People tend to get ahead of themselves sometimes."

"Inconsiderate, that's what they are." He growled, but his face was thoughtful and troubled exactly like when he told you of his background. "It just– Gets on my nerves. This whole... baby talk."

"You and mine both," You huffed. "It's just funny how people who have almost no connections to me and Joel talk about it, when him and I haven't even put it out on the table yet." It was true. Neither of you had even said the word out of its nickname context.

"I just hope they won't force you to have one."

You turned your head to him with slightly wide eyes: "How do you mean?"

He remained quiet for a while, probably debating on whether he should share what he meant or not – if he should listen to his needs and get it off his chest, or add more to the bottle when there was no space left in it. He finally spoke: "Kiki had to lie, so that they wouldn't separate or punish us. I was too... paralysed to speak when she said We want to have children out of nowhere. Said that it was the only reason why we decided to date and get married. We had been together for just five months."

A sick lie to get out of an equally sick situation, which normally would've made you feel sick, but in this fucked up world and having done the equally fucked up shit you did, you couldn't bring yourself to feel nauseous; however, it did make a shiver run down your spine, the situation reminding you of the Seraphites in Seattle when an escapee had arrived in Boston, months after the fall of that QZ. She had told horrifying stories about how her and five other people had barely made it past them: They had witnessed 'religious sacrifice's, and the manslaughter from The WLF hadn't helped their case either... She had committed suicide a month after her arrival in Boston.

"By then we started to regret our decision more, because they were forcing us to– To have a child–"

"Hey, look, you don't have to tell me–"

"We lied–" He continued, feeling though as if he wasn't going to get another chance to open up again. "For a long time, it was maybe we're not lucky enough, or God's not willing. They... They went as far as to consider fucking exorcism, and it was all on Kiki, and her alone."

You thought for a moment he was going to cry, with the way his face scrunched up, but he kept going angrily: "I told them it could be biological, they told me she was cursed... I told them, maybe the problem was me, they insisted it was her... Until they finally needed proof that we were actually– You know–"

"God," You quietly gasped.

"I don't– We tried to break up, to end the madness, but they wouldn't listen. I had never touched Kiki other than kisses and hugs, while we were lying to them about– She was a virgin and so was I–"

He stopped for a brief moment when his horse whinnied, you were getting closer to the tall walls surrounding Jackson, then continued hesitantly: "She– finally got pregnant, after a whole year of deceiving them, but the stress of it got to her, I think. She... she miscarried." He gulped, closing his eyes tightly, an unpleasant look on his face. "You can imagine how it was received around the community– We had to run, you see, so we did."

You had reached the gates by then, it was Joel who was at the watchtower and waved at you as you waited for the doors to open. You waved back with a worried look on your face, which he must've spied through his binoculars. After bringing the horse into the stables and handing back your rifles, you stopped him. It was unusually quiet and empty around the southern gate, which was normally empty anyway: "Listen, I just wanna say–"

Before you knew it, a stuck gasp left him. His back was to you, so at first you thought he saw something, but as soon as you stepped to his side: "Ward," He was crying. "Oh– Hey, it's okay..."

He whimpered until he ran out of breath, covering his face with his hands. You didn't know how to react, internally panicking and carefully studying his body language, while feeling like a dick about it. You slowly and carefully put a hand on his back, and at the touch, he immediately collapsed by your feet. He was weeping now, and too close for comfort. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was there, only to find out not a single soul was in your line of sight, except for the slowly and suddenly approaching figure of your husband.

"Ward, get up," You lightly shook him by the shoulder to get his attention, but this only resulted in him leaning closer to your legs. You raised your head to see Joel had come to a stop a couple of feet away from where you stood: "Get. Up."

"You said– You said–" He struggled with trying not to cry and breathing at the same time.

"I said there is a group session if you needed to talk," You spoke, defeated, feeling Joel's burning gaze on your eyelids. "I'm sorry for what happened. I really am, but you need to get up."

He looked up at you to meet your stern, pitying gaze, then wiped at his tears. He nodded a couple of times and slowly got up, sniffling quietly. Without saying another word –even though he looked like he wanted to– and sparing you another look, he readjusted his backpack and walked away as if nothing happened. You stood there and watched him leave with your hands on your hips, then let out an exhausted sigh. You were just thankful that you weren't murdered for the most part, irked because of his sudden breakdown, but you also felt like shit scolding him as you did.

"You wanna tell me what the hell was that all about?" Joel. And he neither sounded pleased nor amused.

"You think I have an idea?" You gave him a hopeless look. "Man just– Suddenly told me the rest of his story and broke down, I don't–" Joel stood with his arms crossed, within your 6 feet radius, but there was nothing soft about it.

He was expecting an explanation, and an explanation he got: "That, Joel? That's what fucking scares me! I hear the shit they went through and I listen to it, waiting for the time he's going to get to the part where I did something to him or someone he cared for– waiting for the time they're going to shoot me or stab me– or you! And then they get like– like that, or do something nice to us, and suddenly I feel like an asshole because they're not bad people in the end, they just need some fucking help!"

You breathed heavily as your hands remained open at your sides after all the gestures and motions, your chest rising and falling very obviously as small sweat and tear droplets rolled down your face: "And they're seeking help in all the wrong places, from the most unsuitable people. I don't know about you, but I'm not mentally capable of taking their load while I have my own to deal with."

Joel took in a short amount of breath, as if to speak, but immediately closed his mouth. He stared into your eyes for what felt like 30 minutes, searching for something– you weren't quite sure what. He looked angry, upset, worried and heartbroken all in the same time.

Finally, when he couldn't speak, you added: "If anything happened to me, I could live with that." You spoke calmly, nodding curtly: "But if anything happens to you? I'll tear this whole goddamn town apart and make sure they can't find a place to hide from me."

Your fidgeting, unfocused eyes suddenly found Joel's hazel ones; you saw through all the anger, fretting and upset at that moment.

It was such an adoring, lovely gaze– Bit by bit, it drained you of all the hate and other ugly emotions pressing down your shoulders; a great sense of solace overcoming you as his big, warm hand cupped your jaw. He leaned in to steal the softest of kisses from your damaged lips– subconscious biting had seen to that, but Joel's softer ones made up for the loss on your side.

Before he could give you the chance to debate on whether you should hug him or not, he pulled back, his hand on your cheek still: "I won't let anything happen to you– To either of us. I promise you." You stared into each other's eyes for another moment, then he placed a most gentle kiss on your temple: "I made some dinner for you, go and eat for me."

You nodded, eyes lowering to the ground, then slowly walked away. Joel was quick to take notice of your broken stance– slumped shoulders, slowed steps and, ah, there goes the hand through your hair. He knew, then, that he had to put more effort into understanding how you viewed the couple and respecting your feelings. Sure, you were prone to worry and overthink, but so was he. Nothing, as far as he knew and had seen, had gotten to you like this before. Something ought to be wrong for you to beat yourself up over it as you did.

But despite everything –despite him still not seeing the way you saw the couple– you were, of course (and without question), his priority. He trusted you and your judgement, and it had always been so.

He just hoped it wasn't too late to show you that.

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toomanyrobins2 · 3 years

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One Year: November

Summary: Clint Barton, college football star, has a new interest: Y/N Y/L/N. But with her father gone all of the time, a younger brother, and going to college, Y/N has no time for dating. Will Clint get the yes, or will life get in the way?

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Content warning: nothing really yet, occasional cursing, mentions of drinking and sex later

Notes: I'm sorry to anyone who's been tagged in this before, but I've been forced to start from scratch on this account and I'm going to be reposting all the chapters

october // masterlist // football game

Y/N had brought Asher over to the Barnes’ for a playdate. It seemed that the stomach bug that had ravaged their class was gone. Every parent was glad to see it go with Thanksgiving in a couple weeks. Y/N sat in the kitchen with Winnie. Bucky’s mother was famous for taking in strays from the football team and now it seemed she had selected Y/N as her newest one. She poured the young girl a cup of coffee and asked if her father had been around recently. Y/N nodded and explained he’d been in town for a meeting with some investors, but had left two days after. Winnie smiled tightly. She knew that Y/N was raising her younger sibling and it made her angry to see the weight the young woman carried around. The young woman was notoriously tight-lipped about the situation, so she switched to safer topics, “How’s the planning for Asher’s birthday going?”

Y/N tensed at the question, “No one is going to come other than Becca and Morgan Stark. Those damned PTA moms,” She dropped her head to the countertop, “God, I’m so bad at this.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Winnie patted her head, “You’re 20 and you’ve been doing great so far. It’s not your fault the moms at the school are awful.”

“What am I going to do? I’m already stressed out about this and with a football-themed birthday party I’m doomed.”

Clint and Bucky had just stopped by the house and headed straight for the kitchen. They caught the tail end of the conversation and the blond perked up at the idea of helping Y/N, “Football birthday? I can help with that.”

“You can?” He glared at Bucky, who suddenly realized and nodded, “Oh yeah, we can help.”

Y/N smiled softly and waved a hand, telling them they didn’t have to. “It’s no problem,” Clint sat on the counter next to her, “What do you need to know?” Winnie and Bucky shared a look. She has raised some good boys and could tell that Clint was trying everything to get Y/N to notice him. She offered to go check on the kids and give them some space to plan. She grabbed Bucky’s arm, dragging him with her on the way out.

Clint sat next to Y/N at the table and could see that she was struggling. She refused to meet his eyes, instead of staring at her coffee as it swirled, “No one is going to come to Asher’s birthday on Saturday and I don't know what to do. I feel like such a failure,” the tears started to form in her eyes.

He didn’t know how to deal with tears and tried to make them stop, “Why doesn’t the team come? We can play football with the kids, and I’ll force them to bring presents.” She finally looked up at him and it broke his heart to see her this way. Her eyes shone with unshed tears and her nose was red from the cold. It blew him away that he hadn’t noticed Y/N before this year. She couldn’t believe that he would offer this. Y/N asked him if he was sure and he nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, they would totally be into that. They all love Becca and we work with a bunch of kiddie teams.” Clint saw that she was getting emotional again. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. For the first time, it didn’t seem like she wanted to run in the opposite direction when he was near. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and let his presence comfort her. Clint looked up and made eye contact with Bucky, who was giving him two thumbs up and gyrated his hips before Winnie came by and smacked him upside the head.

Y/N got up earlier than usual on Saturday. She always was an early riser, since it was the only time she had to herself. Most mornings, she would sit outside with her coffee and take in the silence. Sometimes, Nat would join her and they would use that time to catch up on the little things. This morning was different, the redhead was still out and Y/N got straight to work hanging up decorations. She had started to make breakfast when she heard a soft knock at the door.

The shock on her face made Clint chuckle when she opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to chalk that rude greeting up to the fact that you haven’t had coffee. Which is why I brought this,” Clint brought a tray out from behind his back with a flourish. “Winnie always gets up early for birthdays and I figured you’d be doing the same.”

“Oh, I love you,” Y/N took one look at Clint and clarified, pointing down at the cup, “I meant the coffee.” He passed her a cup, sneaking a kiss on her cheek in greeting, and walked into the house towards the kitchen. Y/N stood frozen for a moment, the feeling on his lips burning her cheek. She took a sip of coffee to calm herself. Her head shot back in confusion and took another tentative sip and then stared up at him, “Should I be scared that you know how I take my coffee?”

“Let’s not focus on that. Just say thank you and move on,” Clint sat on one of the barstools, sipping his coffee. “So, how can I help?” Y/N directed him to start blowing up balloons that she hadn’t had a chance to finish. Her mind wandered and she nearly jumped out of her skin when Clint leaned over her. She blushed at how close he was to her. “Are those Mickey Mouse pancakes?”

He had backed them against the counter, forcing Y/N to turn and meet his gaze. She looked up at him, “They are a special occasion breakfast in this house. Every birthday and every holiday.” Clint smiled down at her and couldn't help but admire how bright her eyes were. Y/N turned back around when she realized how close they were standing and cleared her throat, “Nat should be coming by soon and she can tell you where to put things. She’ll like to boss you around.”

The two of them joked around as they worked. Once he had finished the balloons, Clint came back into the kitchen and started stealing sips of Y/N’s coffee since he’d finished his. She threatened him with the spatula when she caught him the first time, but pretended she hadn’t after that. She liked that he kept stealing glances at her each time before he took a sip. His hand crept towards the stack of pancakes and this time, Y/N whirled around to stop him. Clint grabbed her hand and spun her around, their laughter filling the kitchen. He pulled her close, but they were interrupted by the front door flying open. “Who’s ready to party up in this bitch!” Nat turned and saw Clint and Y/N and how close they were standing. The smirk that grew on her friend’s face had Y/N groan; Nat was going to be incorrigible, “I have to admit Barton, you were not who I expected to be in the kitchen this morning.”

Clint just smirked at the redhead, “How was Barnes?”

Nat smirked, “Satisfied.”

Y/N groaned and threw her hands up, “Natasha, no! Go upstairs and shower before the kiddo wakes up!” The redhead gave her a look that told her this conversation was not over and skipped off to get ready.

It didn’t take long before Asher was rushing down the stairs and waved quickly at Clint before flying into Y/N’s arms, “It’s my birthday!”

“It is!” Y/N faked surprise, “What am I going to do? I completely forgot!”

“No, you didn’t!” She had hoisted him up and he pointed over her shoulder, “I see the pancakes.”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, you caught me. I’d never forget your birthday.”

While the two siblings were occupied, Nat came back down, hair wet, and sins from the night washed away. Soon the four of them were sitting down for breakfast. He sat back and watched the dynamic of the little family. Asher was perfectly comfortable around his sister. He listened to her like she was a parent. If he was being honest, she was his mom. Y/N was at every school event, cared for him when he was sick, and stressed about having the best birthday possible. Y/N was everything he had wished Barney would’ve been for him when their parents passed. Of course, the situation wasn’t entirely the same, the Y/L/N kids had a father. A very wealthy, but absent father, from what Winnie had told him. Clint just couldn’t stop admiring Y/N. Not only did he think she was beautiful, but she was this bright light that was affectionate and intelligent.

While he was distracted, Nat watched the blond stare at her best friend. She nodded to herself, Clint Barton had never been someone she imagined for Y/N, but he was proving her wrong. She deserved someone dependable and loving, who would take the sibling duo as a packaged deal and not an inconvenient tag-along. She had never expected anyone from their football team to step up, and yet here he was, at home before she was, helping Y/N. He had arranged for the football team to come to Asher’s party so he could have a good party. Bucky had been telling her that Clint was like a new person and it was for the better. Maybe they both needed each other more than either knew.

When breakfast was finished, they had gathered on the couch while Asher opened his presents from the family. Y/N had asked Clint if he wanted to give his present now, but he shook his head, mischief gleaming in his eyes. She leaned back on the couch and Clint slung his arm over his shoulder. His fingers traced her shoulder, leaving goosebumps on his wake. She turned to look at him and he smiled, “Is this okay?” Y/N bit her lip and nodded, turning her attention back to Asher, who was showing her the gifts. Nat was shaking her head and smiling at her oblivious friend. She knew that Y/N had told Clint she didn’t have time to date, but everything seemed to be changing.

After the excitement, Y/N convinced Asher to take a nap before everyone showed up. It had taken a lot of back-and-forths and some mild bribery, but she did it. After they were sure he was out, the three of them got to work. In under an hour, they had the entire house decorated, the pizza delivered, and the firepit set up outside. It wasn’t long before the Barnes and Stark families showed up with the team. Y/N had been nervous about meeting the team, but everyone was so nice. Asher was hesitant of all the strangers at first, but when he found out that they were a football team and they had come to play with him: it was the best day after. Y/N couldn’t keep the smile off her face at how excited her little brother was. It was never what she would’ve planned, but it was worth it all to see how happy everyone was.

They went into the back and set up a small football field and Y/N was blown away. Clint walked up behind her as she watched the team work and play with the kids, “So what do you think?”

“I think I was very wrong about the team,” Y/N turned to look at him, “And you," she put a hand on his chest, pushing back the thoughts of how nice the muscle felt underneath her fingers, "I’m sorry. This is so much more I could ask for Asher.”

Clint shrugged, “I didn’t just do this for him. Now, come on. Time for you to learn how to play.” Y/N tried to stop him, but he threw her over his shoulder, carrying her down to everyone else. She was laughing the whole way down to the makeshift field. They played a few games until the kids started calling for pizza. Everyone went inside and sat around the house. Y/N had never seen so much life in the house and while it was overwhelming, it made her so happy to see it.

Once all of the pizza was put away, Y/N went into the kitchen to pull the cake out. Everyone sang Happy Birthday and she slid the cake in front of him, “Okay, Birthday Boy, make your wish!”

Asher took a deep breath, “I wish that dad was here so that Y/N could play more.” He blew out the candles, oblivious to the bomb he had dropped. Y/N clapped when the last one went out, pretending that she didn’t have guilt the size of a boulder weighing down her chest and hurt reflecting in her eyes. Everyone shared a look but tried to pretend everything was fine. Clint and Bucky had given them a brief explanation to the team about Y/N and Asher and they all knew that this wish was a hard pill to swallow.

“I left the plates inside, I'll be back in a second,” Y/N leaned down and kissed Asher's forehead, “No sneaking icing while I’m gone.” She rushed into the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She opened the cabinet to grab the paper plates and plastic forks. In her distracted state, she jammed her finger, “FUCK!” She brought her hand up to her face and felt the tears start to spill down her cheeks. A hand on her shoulder made her jump. Bucky had been the one to go after her, and Y/N quickly wiped the tears away, “I’m so sorry he said that in front of you guys.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You stay right here and do whatever you need to do to calm down. I’m gonna bring the plates out and I’ll be back.”

Bucky handed off the plates to Steve. Clint went to walk towards the kitchen, but Bucky stopped him, “Let me talk to her.” He walked back in and Y/N was where he had left her in the kitchen. He got her a glass of water, “You know, my dad bailed pretty soon after Becca was born. She doesn’t know any different, but I can remember a time when it wasn’t just my mom. She was an adult and did what you do now. You're a super badass and even your brother thinks so.” Y/N scoffed, but Bucky wasn’t going to let her become a ball of self-pity, “His wish wasn’t for your dad to be around because he misses him. He wished your dad was around so that you could be together more. Even at 6, he can see how much you give up to be there for him. Don’t cry over this, feel proud that you’ve raised such an awesome kid.”

Y/N smiled and wiped away the last of her tears, “Who knew Bucky Barnes was such a softie. You definitely have my approval to date Nat now.”

He laughed and gave her a hug, “Come on let’s go eat cake and open presents. The guys and I got him some awesome stuff.”

“You guys actually bought him presents?”

“Of course we did. What person shows up to a party without presents?” The two of them went back out to join the party and no one commented on Y/N’s red-rimmed eyes.

Nat came over and checked on her. The redhead laughed when Y/N told her that she had picked a good one and should marry Bucky. Clint walked over to them and let Y/N tuck herself into his side.

Pepper had dished out of the cake and Asher, Becca, and Morgan were covered in blue frosting, “Bath time is going to be interesting tonight.”

“We could always spray them off with a hose,” Tony passed Y/N a plate. The trio cheered and asked if they could do that.

Y/N shrugged, “I can’t think of a reason we shouldn’t do that later.” The kids cheered again and finished off their cakes. Clint kept stealing bites of her cake and she had to ask, “Is it just my stuff you like to take, or are you like this everyone.”

“Just you,” he reached down and wiped icing off her cheek. Her face grew warm and she could feel people watching them

Y/N pulled away and clapped her hands, “Present time!” Everyone went out back and sat around the firepit on the couches and bean bags. They passed around blankets as Asher sat next to Y/N on the center couch. The guys all brought out their gifts and Y/N felt herself getting emotional at the generosity. Surprisingly, all the gifts were age-appropriate.

Clint had an arm across the back of the couch and was playing with the ends of her hair. He tugged on them and she leaned closer so that he could whisper in her ear, “Pepper brought them on a shopping trip.”

A massive grin spread across Y/N’s face and she leaned closer to him, “I would’ve paid good money to watch that group in the toy section.”

Clint flashed a proud smile, “We nearly got thrown out.” She threw her head back and laughed. In their little bubble, they didn't notice that everyone was watching them. They all smirked at each other at the obvious attraction. When it was Clint's turn to give Asher his present, he kept one hand on Y/N’s thigh and squeezed, worried that it wasn’t enough. Inside the bag was a jersey for their college team with Asher’s name on it. “I talked to Coach Fury and he’s going to let you be his assistant coach at our next game. That means you get to hang out on the sidelines the whole game.” Asher’s eye grew wide and he flung himself across Y/N’s legs to hug Clint. The trio fell back in a pile of laughter. Clint managed to keep them upright and was talking to Asher as he thanked him over and over.

While the two were distracted, Nat leaned over, “I bet Clint would love it if you showed up in his jersey at the next game.”

Y/N smirked, “Could you get me one?”

“I’ll ask Bucky,” Nat winked at her.

After everyone’s gifts had been opened, Asher threw his new jersey on and they started up a new game, this time with Tony joining.

Y/N was surprised when Clint dragged her onto one of the bean bags instead of the game, “Don’t you have a game to play.”

“They have even numbers right now. I’d hate to throw off the game.” They watched as the guys picked the kids up and ran across the backyard with them thrown over their shoulders.

“Mhmm, they clearly are following all the rules.”

“Plus, I’m comfy,” he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist and fell back, dragging her with him.

Pepper was watching them and turned to Winnie, “They are adorable.”

Winnie smiled, “Aren’t they just? Clint just needs to actually ask Y/N out. I told him I’d babysit Asher so that they could go, but he still hasn’t done it. It. Is. Killing. Me. And then I’ve got Bucky and Y/N’s friend, Natasha.” The two women turned and watched him fireman carry the aforementioned redhead down the field. Winnie shook her head, “I’m thinking of asking them to have Thanksgiving and Christmas with us. The idea of them alone in this big house breaks my heart.”

“You’re going to have a full house for the holidays. The girls are good for them. They seem much happier, Clint especially.”

Winnie was beaming, “It is like night and day. When Barney was deployed, he was so lonely. Now he reminds me of that kid from Pee-Wee football. He’s lost so much and I was worried he’d always live under the cloud of it.” They were interrupted as everyone cheered when Asher scored a touchdown, doing a little dance at one end of the yard. Things were looking up for everyone and their family was growing.

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#clint barton #hawkeye #clint barton imagine #avengers imagine #mcu imagine #avengers #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #avengers au #avengers x reader #college au #toomanyrobins

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eveenstar · 3 years

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𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 [𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏]

||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈: 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭||

Tags/Warnings: Possible amnesia, insomnia and a brief panick attack mentions.

Summary: You wake up back in your bed, with no idea how you got there in the first place. With a foggy mind, you notice that strange things are happening around your house.

Note: Honestly, I've been so excited to write this series. It's going a bit slow in the beginning but I promise from chapter 3 things will began to get serious! Can you guess what is happening in (Y/N)'s home?

Loki knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, his eyes focused on yours and you felt everything stop around you two.

"Marry me, (Y/N), " Loki said softly, grabbing your hand on his. "You'll never have to be alone,"

You smiled, you smiled as if you didn't remember this never happened. Tears covered your vision but it really wasn't tears, you weren't crying, but everything slowly began to get blurry. You felt yourself fall, as if your own soul left your body and fell into abism. Loki's voice echoed in your mind.

"I love you and that's all I really know."

You woke up in a harsh gasp, hands sweaty. You were met again with a cold house, now dark due to how late in the night it should be. Not even threads of light escaped through the blinds, nor you could recognize where anything in your bedroom should be.

Turning on the bedside lamp, you pushed yourself from the king-size bed and grabbed your forest green robe and dressed it, glad that at least it's somewhat warm.

Wasn't it blue?

The bedside alarm clock read exactly 3:30 AM, and you felt a sudden deja vu. Lately, you've been awaking up at this exact hour of the night, for no other reason than strange dreams.

You decided that a nice cup of milk would suit this situation, as you recalled that your mother used to say that "milk helps the sleep" and even though you doubted that affirmation of hers, anything now would feel better if it meant to help you close your eyes and drift off to another world. Your feet felt cold against the floor tiles, and again you forgot to wear socks (even though you were sure you wore them the day before, for one reason you know couldn't think why).

As you poured the milk down on your plain white mug, it finally accured to you. Yesterday's call with Natasha and the drive trip to the Avengers Tower. You ran a hand through your hair and frowned slightly, everything afterwards felt like a distant memory. Foggy and confusing. How did you end up in your house, in your bed? How did you forget? Probably from the lack of sleep you've been getting lately.

Maybe you should call Natasha.

Ignoring how late it was, you pulled out your phone and noticed it was dead. Sighing to yourself, you put it to charge while you left to explore your house and re-make the steps you probably took when you got home the day before.

Your clothes were all messed up in a chair, your shoes looked like somebody threw them across the room and didn't bother to get them, otherwise everything else looked in place. You paced back and forth, getting a bit impacient at your lack of remembering such things.

The flowers.

The Narcissus flowers.

Where are them?

You grabbed the empty flower vase, which used to be filled every week with beautiful flowers picked from your personal garden. The house withhold a tense atmosphere, heavy as the rain that falls from the dark clouds. The pale-coloured brightness that the kitchen's lamp provided a ball of light around you, like a little angel was protecting you against the darkness and you hoped it not to go away.

Your body was frozen in place, you didn't even realize you weren't breathing until a hrash exhale left your lungs and the flower vase fell from your shaking hands, into the mosaic floor.

You ran to your bedroom as if a big, bad monster was chasing you and quickly closed the door. You blocked it with a chair and turned on your phone, which was fortunately (and the luckiest you've been in a good while, most likely) charged enough to call someone.

"(Y/N)? It's 4 am, are you okay?"

"Something is wrong, Natasha, I, I can't remember anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you please come by my house?" You heard her grab something, "Please..." you whispered.

..."And that's when I called Natasha." You finished explaining and took a drink out of the cup of water Steve gave you.

"How long has this been happening?" He asked, a worried look on his blue eyes. Natasha, who was sitting next to him, carried the same look.

"Few days, weeks I suppose." You looked in between both of them, and guilt took over you. "I'm sorry, it's silly."

"Hey, don't say that. It's completely normal." Nat caressed your arm sweetly. It felt good to see her again, even though it was only yesterday when you two met. She looked exactly the same as three years ago, but she had a different aura around her. Sadder, darker. Steve had it too.

"Hey, (Y/N), it may not be the best time but...There's a therapy group I know, and maybe it would be good if you take a look at it." Steve suggested, his arms crossed and a deep look upon you.

You gazed to the ground again, "I'll think about it."

"I just think something's weird here, " Natasha said, "You never ordered Narcissus flowers to your home."

If this was another situation, you'd laugh at it. But Natasha was serious, and you knew it. The Narcissus flowers don't grow in your garden, and you followed a specific order of plants to buy every week, and they weren't in the list. They never were. Not after Loki's death.

"I probably ordered them by mistake." Play it off. Act cool. It's nothing, it has to be just a simple mistake. You got confused and ordered them instead.

"If you feel safer, we can get somebody to protect your house. Just for good measure." Steve took the mugs and cups to the sink, and didn't miss the chance to give another helpful advice like the good friend he is. You pondered on it for a while, and you could enjoy the company.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Natasha, who was staring at you again, opened her mouth to say anything but you got ahead of her first, "Well, thanks for coming but I need to get a couple of hours of sleep. Sorry for bothering you guys."

"You would never."

You walked them to the front door, and Natasha pulled you in a surprise hug. You didn't even know how to react. It's been so long since you've had human touch.

She pulled back, and you swore you saw a tear in the corner of her eyes. Those tears that come at the most unfortunate moments, where you can't most definitely break down. Natasha hid them well, not from you, because you too know that trick. Never break down, never show weakness to anyone or anything. The woman gave you a calm (but you knew the pain behind it) smile.

"Call us if you need anything else, okay?"

You nodded and replied with a vague smile back.

The hours passed, passed and passed. The clouds in the sky were as heavy as your soul felt, and soon they began to cry out. The rain slammed against your windows and warned about an upcoming thunderstorm was on its way. Spring felt more as a Winter 2.0 and in the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock.

According to one of Natasha's texts, a security guard would arrive at ten AM. Until then, you prepared a nice breakfast for you (and for the guard, you wanted to be as kind as possible). Thanks to Steve, who brought enough food to last for at least a few days, you didn't have to worry about starving now.

You, relaxed for once in a lifetime, made your way to the couch to hopefully watch some pre-recorded tvshows. You were too lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice how in all framed pictures of yourself, your face was blurred out.

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groovyzombiellama · 4 years

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Should I Tell Her?

Title: Should I Tell Her?

Requested? Yes.

Plot: A bit of Isaac’s POV on how you make him feel and him thinking weather he should say anything.

Word count: 923

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There it is again, that smile. How can someone just drive me crazy with just a smile? Ever since I first saw it, I can't stop thinking about it. As much as I can't stop thinking about her. As much as my heart says I should make a move and ask her out, my mind is opposed to it. After all, she's my best friends younger sister. Who knows if he would ever accept me dating her, seeing how strict he is with her dating even outside the pack? And if she were to date me, she'd be in so much more danger than she's already in, just by being the Alpha's sister. I remember the day I met her so clearly, she changed my life completely. Only thanks to her was I able to come out of my shell and have fun, not worrying about anything else around me. Her radiant personality just lit up any room she entered and all I could do was stare in amazement. I remember all the good things along with the bad ones.

I remember when she'd invite the pack over for a movie night, she really loves watching movies, especially horror, which always fascinated me about her. A girl as kind and as gentle as her being into horror and thriller movies. I remember the look on Scott's face once when nobody in the pack could make it to the movie night, and I didn't want her to feel sad, or have to watch the movie alone, so I came over. When he saw just the two of us on the couch, with popcorn in our hands, he wasn't really pleased. As if he could sense that I liked her. He wasn't angry or anything, because he knows I respect him and his sister, and that I would never do anything she wasn't comfortable with, but still, I could see a slight warning in his eyes. So I stayed away, despite my feelings growing daily. They say that the person who you think about when you first wake up is wither your pain or your happiness. Y/N is both for me.

It pains me that I can't be around her as much as I would like, and every time she gets hurt, my heart tears into a million pieces, but even just hearing her laugh makes me so happy I feel like my heart is jumping in joy. The worst I've ever felt in my life was when she was taken by the Ghost Riders. Even everything my father did combined never made me feel like this. I was so afraid of what might happen to her. I couldn't lose her. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, only what was necessary to have enough strength to spend all my time looking for her. In that moment when I saw her emerge from where they held her captive, managing to use all of the packs knowledge on the creatures and survival to escape, I felt my heart swell up. She rushed into Scott's open arms, and I felt my knees go weak, as all the stress and fear got to her, she passed out. She was in the hospital for a few weeks and I made sure to visit her every single day, ignoring my heart screaming at me to stay with her 24/7.

But since nobody knew about my feelings for her, so I had to keep hiding them and just settle with visiting her every now and then to ease my worry. I didn't know it was possible for my feelings for her to keep growing, but when she skipped school to stay with me because I had another bad fight with my father clued me in on something. It made me realize that I was in fact falling in love with her. Up until now it was only a crush, that I thought would pass since I thought it started because she hung out with the pack a lot and so if I spent time without her more, it will just go back to the way it was. But here I was, four years later, with all of the feelings, that have grown a whole lot since they first started. I didn't choose to fall for her, but if given another chance, I think I'd choose to fall for her all over again. How can you not fall for someone with a personality so magnetic and amazing. I don't know if I should tell Scott about it. I've been thinking about it more and more about how I could break the news to him and how he would react to it.

Would he be angry at me and tell me he doesn’t want me dating his sister, or would he be happy, because he knows me and he knows I’d never do anything to harm her, ever? It’s getting harder and harder for me to hide my feelings and just watch her go on dates with other guys. Maybe I should tell her how I feel and just lay it off my chest. And if she doesn’t feel the same, our strong friendship and connection in the pack would hopefully not let it become awkward. I’d hate to lose her if she doesn’t feel the same way that I do, but if she does, why not tell her and be the happiest man in the world? I think I should have a talk with Scott first and then I’ll tell her about everything.

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Sorry for being MIA for so long again, after literally saying I’m back, it’s just that I’m terrible at organising myself and figuring out what to do first, and with this whole newfound situation, my professors don’t follow any organisation or guidelines and just send homework after homework which is insane to handle, but I’ll do my best to write as much as I can <3

@cokecola4211 I forgot to tag you all this time 😑 was this one your request?

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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PINK + WHITE.

—chapter nine ; with heat & wet skin.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, implied nsfw, drinking, mentions + drug use

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

MASON was quick on his feet when he was given the slightly odd request Teresa had asked him to do last minute. It had nothing to do with the gallery or with separation of last minute business meetings to be scheduled in the margins of the diary. It was just that he had to safely track down a dangerous man. Luca Changretta was still in England, hot-headed with a plan.

Teresa loved fur shawls. Though she detested how the cheap ones she could afford wore out from time to time, from the "fur" falling out like leaves from a tree in autumn, or even its colour turning from new to depressed (and even she grew so envious over the women who wore the luxurious, expensive ones at parties). Tommy Shelby never bothered with buying her what she wanted, which she was fine with, but one man with the Italian genes spoiled her with one that she kept in her closet. A grey-ish white. Teresa often takes one look at it, before sliding it over to reach the silky see-through shawl when she is simply relaxing in her home. At parties she debated even thinking of taking it out, but then there was the other shawl that was made of black fur, and it closed together with a silver clip to keep her shoulders warm.

The fur shawl was just like the painting she avoids at her own work. Both were so beautiful and timeless, both sharing personal meaning. But tonight, it finally saw light from staying in the wardrobe closet for too long. Teresa held it out in front of her, then clutched it in her arms.

The bar was built together with grey walls, none sound-proof. On the other side you could hear the jazz band playing music for the party, or footsteps from the owner or a bartender heading out back for more stocking of gin. If you were on that side, you'd hear the giant doors spring open from the doorman that allowed Teresa to enter inside. The man at the counter watched as her dress fell all the way down to her heels, not too long so she wouldn't trip. Her hair was in its curls once more, and wrapped around like comfort was the fur.

She reached a booth and set her purse on the table. "White wine."

"Ma'am-" the server goes.

"A man will be joining me very soon." Teresa made a smile, as the unescorted woman if Luca were to not show up. Had she imagined if Luca burned the invitation letter she mailed to his hotel, or simply tossed it away, in future to be used as scratch paper, or even as a roll up (if Luca is one of the many people that did snow), she may have just wasted her time getting dolled up just to not be served at her booth.

"Last time I met up with a woman at a bar, she proposed a deal, and lied straight to my face."

She shot her head up.

Those eyes.

Looks like her night wasn't going to waste after all. "Are you talking about Polly?" She watches as Luca Changretta helps himself on the other side of the booth, the same server coming over to Teresa with her white wine.

Teresa waited while staring down at Luca's own glass being poured with four fingers of whiskey. Luca glanced at Teresa's outfit, not answering her question. "You're wearing the shawl I got you? I can't believe you still have it."

"What, like I got rid of it? Why would I give it to someone else who would treat it like a rag?"

"Hm." Luca took a sip. "So, why did you summon me here? Actually, I know the answer to that one. You're a businesswoman, as we both know. You invited me here to propose some kind of deal, eh? Like I got the time to spare one more fucking thing before I go do what I came to England to do?"

"I know about the vendetta, Luca." Teresa began. "And I know the deal you made with Polly, which was a lie, by the way. I know about that. What I also know is that you don't just plan on crushing the Peaky Blinders. You have more on your mind. You're so greedy that you would want to overthrow Alfie Solomons as well. If he were to betray Tommy with the deal you made with Mr. Solomons, you know you and your men would come after him as well and take over his business."

Luca nodded. "I had a feeling you knew. I had a feeling Tommy Shelby brought you back to Birmingham, no?"

"I know your patience is wearing thin, and you're done giving people more time. But then there's me."

"Right, forgive me," Luca places a hand on his chest. "Why not talk about the royalty in front of me as well? What could she possibly request for this time?"

"I wanna know why I was never sent a Black Hand."

Luca laughs, trailing his fingers around the rim of his glass. Whatever Teresa said or did, she definitely wasn't laughing. Nothing seemed funny to her on her end. She did, however, miss that laugh of his. It was more of a chuckle, but she loved it like it was honey in hot tea. "Let me tell you something. It's best to stay out of this, right? Since you resigned, messing with us is like throwing stones at the devil."

"I'll play in the snow with the devil to prove you wrong."

Luca scoffs harshly. "So you're one of those people that snorts white lines just to feel good?"

"That was just my own figure of speech, Luca. I don't do Tokyo," Teresa replied. She cringed at the habit Arthur and Michael carelessly picked up on. "It's everyone's thing now, but not mine."

"That makes two of us." He took another sip. "I'm doing you a favour here, Miss Griffith. Stay out of this and do your own thing."

"There's no need for you to call me that," she comments.

"Why the hell not? Formalities are a thing of the past now?"

"You're talking to me as if we just met. We had something together."

"Yeah, had."

Teresa gave a glare, grabbing her wine. Luca smirks. "All right. Whatever you say. Jesus, kid. You're so fuckin' difficult."

"Kid," she scoffs at his remark. "And Ada Thorne is on your list and she doesn't get her hands covered in blood. So why wasn't I included?"

"You feel left out?" Luca snickered.

"I just wanna know why. I know damn well you haven't forgotten about me. Even if what we had to you was just for pleasure, you found out that I was once a Peaky Blinder."

Luca stares. "You wanted out because you felt like it would devour you forever, so I respected your wishes. You told me why you threw in the towel. And I know you're not a Shelby, you don't wanna be a Shelby."

The server comes up to them. "Sir? Ma'am? Would any of you like to hear the specials tonight?"

"No, thank you." Teresa smiles.

"More whiskey," Luca says. "And for the lady, she'll have more wine." Teresa raised her brows. She didn't mind more wine, would she care so much about knowing her limit before it was time to wince at the tab?

"I forgot you love whiskey," Teresa points out.

"Italian whiskey," Luca made a hand gesture. "As I was saying... have you thought long and hard about this, as to why I'm here? As to why I want Tommy Shelby dead, how I now want everyone dead?"

"Your father." There was a pause between the two. The jazz band transitioned their music to a much slower song this time, and it started easing the nerves in both the former couple's systems despite the volume of alcohol consumed. "Arthur Shelby killed your father. John Shelby killed your brother Angel."

"If things didn't happen the way it did, my men and I would be cozying up in New York counting stacks by stacks."

"And I wouldn't be seeing you here," Teresa added. "Almost ever again," Teresa thanks the server for the excess wine refilling in her glass, then Luca's. "Now can we talk about the giant elephant in the room?"

Luca furrows his brows.

"I know why you left, Luca. I know it's been five years, but you really just packed up and left. I've never seen you so frantic until that day when you were running to the train." Not even an eye bat. "I grew miserable ever since."

"Can I say this?" Luca leaned forward, placing the cuffs of his tailored suit that it laid flat on the tablecloth. "Whatever emotion you saw in my eyes on that day, whatever it was, it was for the sake of being alive for my family. Someone's gotta help keep the business up and runnin'. None of it works if I'm not there."

Teresa stares at Luca. This man wasn't wrong. It wasn't like he was running everything in his family all on his own. His father led the family in Birmingham that Angel was a part of, even his mother lived with them, but what makes New York so important and comforting to Luca must have felt like a whole outlet of anything he ever accomplishes, how many Tommy guns he can hold and keep in his home like picture frames, how many men he has to hire from Sicily and America just to help kill one family. All of that was justified when he boarded that train to the Liverpool docks.

"Oh," Teresa straightened her back. "So much for being the big, bad capo."

"Be careful," Luca warned, pointing a finger at her. "Don't question a gangster's honour."

"You know I crack jokes here and there," Teresa's lips curled into a smirk as it reached the rim of her glass.

"So do I," said Luca.

She looked down at his hands that rested on the table. His experienced, non-scrawny hands that had a black hand tattooed on his wrist, one with a crown, and maybe some other new ones Luca got over time. She used to kiss all of them, even the one on his neck that was a cross. His right hand was wrapped with big, gold rings on two fingers, except he only kept his ring finger free of anything, that was something she wanted to bring up. "You got all those rings on your fingers but not a wedding ring.

"Not like you got one on yours, either. Unless you took it off before coming here," Luca jokes.

She shakes her head. "I've been too busy to fall in love with another soul. But you? You didn't tie the knot with Viviana back in New York?"

Luca scowled, knowing Teresa hadn't forgotten about that woman as he did. "No. I still see her occasionally."

"Yet you haven't done anything with her? Never bothered to find anyone to satisfy your mother?"

"My mother says any woman from New York or even from the old country would do."

"What did you say, after?"

"Mamma, you're killin' me.'" Teresa had to chuckle at that, Luca smiled at her. He then looked around the bar, seeing how more of the guests had gotten up to dance with their dates as the jazz music cranked up their higher tunes like a machine. "Don't tell me we're gonna be sitting here all fuckin' night. You wanna dance, Miss Tour Guide?"

The nickname he gave to her the first time. Did he really sit in front of her and tell her he couldn't remember everything they had, then? "I'm a little rusty," Teresa declines.

'We gotta stretch our legs somehow. I ain't even see your whole getup for the night."

Teresa had no problem getting up from the booth. She stepped out so that her heels were shown as well, and she placed the fur shawl down on her seat so her shoulders were out. The dress wasn't purchased by Luca, but by her, and she felt like a Grand Princess, like a little girl playing with their mother's dresses and makeup. She was never too insecure about her looks since it never bothered her, but she felt beautiful, and she wondered if Luca will still ever see her as beautiful whether or not she is clothed in front of him.

Luca kept on staring. "Then perhaps we can head somewhere else," he suggests. "Somewhere we're both quite familiar with."

How and why didn't matter, the young man who looked to be around Arthur Shelby's age paid no second thought to his surroundings as he aggressively snuffed the thick lines of cocaine that formed on the ledge up his nostril. He begins wiping away any excess off his face, exiting the balcony seats just as the Italian mobster escorts Teresa inside the dark theatre to their respected spots.

"You're a lover of theatre," Teresa spoke quietly as the show resumed to its first act.

"If you dress like one, you are one." Luca hooked his leg over the other, folding his hands on his lap.

It was silent, not the awkward or tense silence, but silent to respect and see the performance. Silence or absolute noise, the stage was the latter. The good kind of noise. The skimpy dancers twirled with batons, the man and woman playing the perky main lovers belted the note they must have spent days and nights rehearsing over and over.

Luca knew there would be performances every night back in New York City. There was always something to do and somewhere to go, otherwise you'd be glued to your chairs at home.

The show was about to end, and Luca, for the first time in God's glorious mysterious time, took Teresa by the hand and curled them together on his lap, his eyes were fixated to theatricality in front of the hundreds of people.

Teresa reacts, slowly looking down. It was nearly dark, but she could feel the giant, lumpy rings from his fingers bump into hers. He always held her hand during a show, and would only let go to join the applause when a number came to its big finish, or when the grand finale brought hypnotic joy and bliss in each audience member's senses like himself that he just had to give the standing ovation.

But just as the audience erupted in deafening applause, cheers and whistles, Luca and Teresa remained the only two members seated, their hands still holding.

HIS hotel room was neat and tidy before he left, now the sheets on the giant bed wrinkled like aged skin when Luca held Teresa down to remove her stockings. She missed his touch. The feeling of being pinned on a bed as he dominated over her, practically tearing what she wore for the occasion just to see her underneath as a sight for his sore eyes, it was definitely there, and her heart pounded.

"Luca," she breathed out a moan. He kissed her softly, now only responding with pacing movements, from positioning her to grabbing the protection from the nightstand drawers. Though he was careful with the dress and fur shawl that was set on the office desk he sat in earlier, within seconds her brassiere was tossed on the floor. With the help from Teresa, she managed to undress Luca from head to toe by just sitting up, and he was now unclothed from the fresh tailored suit his uncle made back in Mott Street.

They kissed again, and Luca went in.

+ me writing "smut": 🧿👄🧿 but ooooo shiiiit their “business” meeting was quite a night lol.

#pink+white #luca changretta fanfiction #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta #luca changretta fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby fanfic

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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Laugh and Sea (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @inallmylives (HI HONEY! Hoosier fluff please and thank you? Something nice where he laughs and smiles for once?)

Summary: Feeling happy with Hoosier in Australia.

Author's Note: I think I already mentioned it but I LOVE Hoose and damn, can I marry this guy? Also, hey honey! I totally forgot about your Snafu request, sorry! Gonna work on it soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these. ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines

As soon as they arrived in Australia, Marines were immediately taken to a huge football field where each of them found themselves a place to lay down and rest a little bit.

The hot sun was shining, not a single cloud could be seen, no rain. Everything was all right at the moment. Nobody was shooting at them, they didn't have to crouch in their foxholes, aim their machine guns at people. They weren't covered from head to toe in mud.

And still, they felt more exhausted than they did at Guadalcanal.

"Come here, baby. Let's get some rest." Bill Hoosier whispered and lifted up his blanket for Y/N to lay down next to him. She snuggled to his side and rested her head on his right arm. She felt him pulling her closer. Bill pressed his dry lips on her forehead. "Try to catch some sleep, honey." he mumbled into her skin and made himself a little bit more comfortable. Y/N lifted herself up on her elbow and looked at the calm man next to her with a loving smile. She gently brushed his hair with her fingers and Bill moaned quietly in satisfaction. Y/N chuckled but didn't stopped. Playing with his hair calmed her down just like it calmed Hoosier.

"Does anything hurt you?" she whispered and looked worriedly at him as he wasn't moving or talking at all. "My whole freaking body hurts, Y/N. I just want to sleep." Bill almost growled but she knew he didn't mean it in a mean way.

Y/N put her finger in the middle of his forehead, "Does it hurt here?" Bill slightly shook his head in disagreement and she pressed a gentle kiss on the spot. "And here?" she whispered and pointed at the top of his nose. "No." he rasped so she didn't wait any longer and kissed him there playfully. Hoosier let out a small laugh and cup her cheek, "Gosh, I love you so much."

Y/N returned back the smile and continued where she ended, "And here?" She gently ran her thumb over his lower lip. Bill closed his eyes and his mouth formed into the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. "I'll take that as a yes." she chuckled and kissed him in the softest way possible, it almost seemed their lips didn't touch at all. Bill's hand found its way into her hair and pulled her closer to him in order to deepen the kiss. Their lips were dry but they melted into each other's touch. It was such a precious moment for both of them and either Y/N or Bill didn't want to pull away from the other one.

Hoosier smiled into the kiss and pressed his lips for the last time on hers as he whispered, "As much as I love doing this, we better catch some sleep, love."

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It was a beautiful warm evening and they got furlough till midnight. A slight breeze was dancing on her Y/H/C hair and her eyes fluttered every time she breathed out.

Bill Smith wasn't sleeping anymore. All of the boys went in the town already and they were the only ones there. "Y/N," he whispered softly and stroked her cheek, "wake up. I've got a surprise for ya."

She thought she'd never hear this kind of a sentence from Bill. He was the type of guy who rarely did something romatic. Of course, Hoosier loved her more than he wanted to admit but he'd given that up a long time ago. He knew she was special the moment he saw her standing on the goddamn island in the middle of Pacific, holding a rifle and covered in mud from head to toe.

Y/N saw Bill for the first time a little bit later than that. They were together in the company but she had her group, although she was friends with Sidney Phillips, and he had his group. However, one day Y/N decided to talk to Sid. She found him in his tent with only two of his friends - Robert Leckie and Bill Smith. Since that day, they'd been aware of each other, Bill definitely more than her. But when they got stucked next to each other during one of the many battles at Guadalcanal, something happened. Both of them saved the life of the other one. They knew they can rely on each other, they began trusting each other and slowly grew closer and closer. All of the boys didn't miss out the opportunity of teasing Bill for it, especially Leckie because he thought they're gonna be together when he not so politely declined Runner and his offer.

Hoosier saved her life and Y/N saved his. A love was born that day, when bullets were flying back and forth and the only hope they had was their rifle and the fella next to them. It was almost unbelievable that something so pure and beautiful could exist in the most disgusting mash of death and bloodshed the world has ever been in.

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It was almost 7 in the evening when Hoosier stopped and put his hand away from her eyes in order to clear her view.

The sun was setting behind the ocean horizon and some of its last rays were dancing and sparkling on the water surface so it almost looked like there were millions of stars floating on the ocean. The sky was filled fluffy white clouds, red, orange, yellow, purple, pink, blue colors were matching all together and created a beautiful painting.

"Can I talk to you or do you need a moment?" Hoosier chuckled and hugged her from behind. "Don't you want to look at the beauty of the world? Something like this can't be seen really often in times like these." she questioned him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "The view is pretty but I think you're prettier, Y/N." he whispered and pulled her even closer to his body as if he never wanted to let her go.

"This sentimental Hoosier is news to me and I love it." Y/N laughed and turned around to face him. Bill was grinning widely and she thought that this is probably the first time she'd seen him so damn happy and smiling like an idiot so often.

"Don't get used to it." Bill warned her playfully and kissed her softly. "I got something for you." he mumbled and began to search for something in his pocket.

"Okay," Hoosier cleared his throat and shuddered to get rid of his rising nervosity, "please don't take this as a marriage proposal, I'm planning on doing that the moment we get home but I saw this in a shop yesterday and I just wanted you to have it." Bill took her hand in his and slipped a simple narrow golden ring on her finger.

"I will never take it off, Hoose." Y/N whispered and smiled as she was viewing the thoughtful gift.

A silence fell upon them. The music of the sea was playing them a slow song and Y/N pulled Bill for a hug. "Thank you."

"No worries. But we should get back. I'm starting to get really cold."

"And I thought you've gone soft."

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 10: ~One Day At A Time~

Summary: Waking up beside such a handsome man feels nice...

Warnings: Pure fluff

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'324

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

You woke up a couple hours later, noticing that the sun was going down. Did you really sleep for that long? Damn. He really knocked you out, huh? Speaking of which...

You realized you were sleeping on your side, facing away from him. You could feel one of his arms lazily around your side. You were surprised he was still in bed with you. It felt...nice.

You turn around to face him, seeing that he was already awake. You blushed a bit, seeing a somewhat surprised, yet pleasant expression on his face. Had he been watching you, or dare I say: admiring you?

"I was worried you were going to sleep all day again.." He joked with a soft chuckle.

You laid on your other side so you could look at him, bashfully covering your chest with the blankets.

"I...Holy shit.." Was all you could say after a moment, making him wince and give another soft, yet confused chuckle.

"Everything alright?.." He asked you, making you blink a bit and return a little chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just.." You blushed. "...Can't believe we...did that..u-unless we've just been sleeping here naked and I was dreaming.."

"No, we definitely slept together. You don't make those loud noises when you sleep.." Tom gave you a charming smile, making your face practically go red.

"Oh my God.." You covered your eyes a bit, hearing his little laugh. You felt him scoot closer, uncovering your eyes to look at him. His eyes were so blue...and dreamy.

You couldn't help yourself. You leaned in close and gently pressed your lips against his, and he kissed you back without hesitation, placing a hand on your cheek to caress it. After a moment, he pulled back to gaze at you, your noses just barely nuzzling one another.

You had a quiet little moment together. You were thinking about how warm he was, and he was thinking about how cute you looked all content and comfortable. He liked seeing you content. Seeing you panic from the house mix up a couple days ago made him feel a strange urge to take care of you. He just wanted to bundle you up and hide you from all the stress in the world. He wasn't exactly sure how to make that known without sounding obsessed or crazy, though. He didn't want to scare you away.

"S-So..." You muttered a bit, his eyes fixed on you. He probably knew what you were about to say.

"...Where does this go?.."

He gave a little sigh. "It can go wherever you want.." He replied with a soft smile. "I'm hoping to be a good host. That means I cater to whatever needs you may have.." He gave a slight purr, his eyes visibly darkening because of his iris. His eyes do that when he's being charming and suggestive. It must be a seduction thing.

"Cater to my needs?" You repeated with a slight chuckle. "And am I the first guest you've treated this way?.." You asked, though you felt slightly guilty for asking. You've been down this road before, where it's all lust and excitement, until you grow feelings and they just throw you aside.

You didn't think Tom was that type, but you couldn't help but put your defenses up.

"Well, You're the first female guest I've ever housed.." Tom joked with a smile. "But I won't avoid the question. Yes, you're the only girl I've treated this way that I haven't dated.."

"That you haven't dated.." You repeated it, just making sure that's what he said. "How come you're hesitant to jump straight to dating?" You asked curiously, raising a brow.

"Because I've only known you for barely a couple weeks..." Tom smirked a bit, his one hand slowly feeling your side. "But...I feel this strange magnetic attraction towards you...like I need you close every couple days.."

"Yet you've only known me for barely a couple weeks.." You repeated what he said again, making him chuckle a bit.

"Well, after our first little date and our chat in my hotel room, I...couldn't get you out of my head." Tom admitted. "I managed to watch some of your old stream highlight videos. I liked listening to you laugh and panic over what you were playing. It just made me feel...gravitated towards you."

You knew exactly how he felt.

Literally.

Exactly.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could explain this better." He glanced down with a shy smile.

"No, I understand completely what you're trying to say.." You admitted with a warm smile, giving him a light nuzzle.

"We can take it one day at a time, and not worry about any labels, if you'd prefer.." You offered. You looked back into his light, warm looking eyes. You could stare into his eyes for hours. Maybe even forever, if it was humanely possible.

"One day at a time, then.." He gave a little nod, looking into your eyes as well.

You were a little worried about what not having a label exactly meant. Does that mean you two just fool around, but can still be with other people? You don't exactly have anyone lining up to sleep with you, but you were almost sure there was a line up for Tom, whether he recognized it or not.

Then again, he didn't seem like the fling type. Neither were you

You wrapped an arm around him, curiously looking at all of the little freckles on his arm and just around his collarbone. They're cute.

"You watched my highlight videos?" You asked with a big smile. That was really sweet of him to do.

"I did. You're very entertaining. You kept my attention rather well, even though video game streams are not usually something I watch.."

"Did I tell you I watched Crimson Peak with my friend?" You asked him, seeing another pleasant surprise on his face.

"You did not!" He gave a bright smile. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh my God, I cried." You admitted, placing a hand on your covered chest. "I was literally sobbing from the ending.."

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry.." He chuckled, nuzzling your nose a bit again.

"Sorry for what? Being an amazing actor?" You joked, earning another little laugh from Tom.

"I suppose so!" He nodded with an iconic little 'ehehehe'.

"I wanna watch more of your movies, honestly.." You admitted, scooting a little closer.

"Of my movies?" Tom repeated with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, Like High-Rise and The Deep Blue Sea.." You gave a slight nod.

"We can watch High-Rise tomorrow night, if you'd like." Tom offered with a warm smile. "It's quite an artsy sort of film. Would be entertaining to see your reaction."

"Sounds fun to me. I could grab some snacks while I'm out tomorrow. A movie is boring without snacks."

"So long as it's at least somewhat healthy." Tom replied. "I still want to stay in shape for this film. We start filming in less than a week.."

"Oh God, I nearly forgot.." You admitted with a little chuckle. Thank good you've been reading the script on and off since you got here. You've memorized most of your beginning lines and scenes, and since a lot of time is supposed to go by in the film, there will be frequent breaks to let you and Tom grow your hair out. You were curious as to how Tom looks in a beard.

"Sounds like a nice 3rd date." You smiled, seeing him gave a slight shake of the head.

"I want our 3rd date to be even bigger and even better." Tom replied, gently taking one of your hands.

"Can't wait for that too, then.." You gave a slight chuckle, blushing as he kissed the back of your hand.

He's so dreamy.

Can't believe you fuckin' slept with Tom Hiddleston.

What if you sleep with him again??

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