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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 4 years ago

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(There's No Place Like) Jake's House for Christmas

{I’ve decided to post some Holiday one-shots during this Holiday season!! Leading up to Christmas, I’ll post a one-shot for a few different King Ships so be on the look out!!}

Summary: Cuthbert’s toes were going to break off in a few seconds if he didn’t switch positions but the glittering Christmas lights would never get put up that way. He continued to stand on his tip-toes, pressing the green wire of multi-colored bulbs against their wall.

He glanced over his shoulder to spot his husband digging through the box of dusty decorations with something like pensive curiosity on his face. Almost as if he had trouble seeing the point in decorating at all, which Cuthbert knew was a very likely possibility. It might irritate him if Roland didn’t flash him genuinely warm smiles every twenty minutes.

Fandom: The Dark Tower

Ships: Roland/Cuthbert, Jake/Benny, Susannah/Eddie

Word Count: 6,773

The year of Jake’s 13th Birthday had so far been the busiest one in the Deschain-Allgood household. The husbands had finally managed to gather a regular crowd at their own bar which they’d opened just the previous year (despite all obstacles from outside and inside sources). And just a few weeks shy of Jake’s big day, their old, ‘We’re Homophobic but won’t say it out-loud’ neighbors moved out of the sweet brick house to their right. Roland had helped carry out boxes just to make them uncomfortable one last time. Loving Father and darling son had played an extra long game of catch there in the front-lawn while the old sweethearts ‘politely’ hid their scowls.

From that point on, dead silence was all that came from next door. Roland had been pleased with the idea of having no obnoxious neighbors coming to replace them but just days before Jake’s birthday, a large moving truck rolled down the street. It had hiccupped like an old man before parking up against the Robinson’s old curb. Cuthbert had just enough time to spy on them through the safety of their large Livingroom window before he was due to open their bar for the night. “Young enough to be our kids, maybe.” He’d wrinkled his nose as Jake observed the couple for himself.

“You sure that one isn’t yours, dad?” Jake bumped Cuthbert’s arm and gestured to the skinny long-haired man pushing his girlfriend up the walk-way in her wheelchair. They’d stayed silent again for a moment or two, father and son kneeling on the breaking couch. The neighbor turned to get a box then, showing off a t-shirt which read ‘Somebody who hates me went to Colorado & all they got me was this dumbass shirt’.

Cuthbert and Jake fell into eerily similar sounding hysteric laughter while Roland finally attempted to sneak some glances.

They’d had to order in that night because Roland burned their dinner.

More time began to pass and Jake realized he’d have to save himself from the embarrassment of having 1 one incredibly recluse father and 1 overly-social dad and make the first neighborly move all on his own.

That had been accomplished by playing out in the backyard with Oy on the finest of autumn afternoons. He kept himself busy until he suspected someone on the other side of that wood fence had come out to enjoy the weather. So...

He picked up his catching ball and ‘accidentally’ tossed it over.

What he hadn’t known was that his neighbor, later introduced as Eddie Dean, had been sitting in a lounge chair positioned perfectly for him to get popped in the shoulder.

However, Eddie of New York hadn’t cared. He played about 15 minutes worth of catch with Jake until gathering his girlfriend, Susannah, for a formal family introduction.

Jake didn’t get to hear much of that first conversation they’d had with his Father’s but he didn’t need to. For he’d always had a knack for sensing certain things. What he felt from Eddie and Susannah was an outpour of warmth and determination for life...Jake supposed that was exactly what tied Roland to them so instantly.

: : : : : : : : : Time had slipped through young Jake’s fingers like the fluffy snow which now fell from the gray clouds hovering above the neighborhood. Silver bells were ringing out for Christmas and the upcoming New year.

He passed through the cold, dead eyes of many Snowmen on his walk home from the last day of school. He pulled aimlessly at his heavy coat (old and comforting, passed down from Cuthbert) when he felt a sudden jolt of shock that took a bit of his breath away. He didn’t have to look to know who that was.

There against the white fuzzy sky and curling Jake’s back in a forward hunch was Benny Slightman and his familiar toothy grin. “Merry Christmas Jake!”

“Gee, thanks Benny.” He did his best to hide his amused expression, trying to look back at him as best as he could. Benny shifted and looped his arms around his neck with ease. “Happy Holidays, here’s a broken back.” He huffed yet hiked the slightly smaller boy up to keep steady.

Benny only chuckled happily, he felt the breath on his ear as he wiggled his feet. “This isn’t the way to your house...?”

Jake rolled his eyes as he started to turn around. “Astute observation Benny.” He reached up to move his friend’s hand down to avoid being choked. “I was going to walk past your house to see if I’d run into you and....”

Another laugh. Benny tightened his grip and enjoyed the sounds of crunching snow under his friend’s feet. He nuzzled his face into the dip between Jake’s cheek and shoulder.

Those same snowmen from before, with eyes of dull black, watched again as Jake padded back with a boy caught on his back. They, of course, said nothing but stared one. Sometimes from under knit hats but more often they sported simple bald heads. “I have a question for you, Benny.”

His friend hummed but spoke nothing.

“My dad’s are having this Christmas party tonight.” He shoved the boy farther up his back, gently. “Our neighbors are coming and everything. Do you wanna come?” The slight hiccup of nerves in his voice was obvious only to him.

“Sounds fun to me!”

Jack smiled, holding onto the boy’s legs a bit tighter. ‘Yes. Benny could come. Yes, he could come and play.’

Benny had yet to actually come over to his home. He’d never even seen Roland or Cuthbert--not that Jake had been afraid for such. Benny was purely sweet. Older in years but younger at heart. Jake had no doubt that the boy would be impressed by his fathers. There weren’t very many people in town these days that weren’t. It sounded braggy but Jake took pride in his family. He just didn’t want them to think...-

He’d mentioned his buddy to his parents a few times...at least enough for Cuthbert to insist he invite him over. But for an odd reason, Jake kept on keeping Benny to himself like his own special secret friend. Cuthbert sensed as much considering he gave Jake mini-looks whenever the subject came up. He liked for his son to let-go and behave like a carefree boy and if getting to spend some time away from home with a new friend was the way to this, he’d be ok with that.

Benny sniffled into his mitten as snow continued to flurry down all around them, standing out against the colorful strings of lights around the streetlamps. Christmas was upon them now but would be over just as quickly. Boy boys silently hoped for a long stand-still pause; one to make the Holiday last much longer.

“Wanna walk to the Dunkin’ Donuts for hot chocolate?”

Jake attempted to look back again. “Yeah! I’ll even buy you a doughnut.” He looked both ways once they reached the busy street and allowed Benny to slide off his back and plant his feet on the concrete.

“What did I do to deserve that?” He teased but Jake just shrugged.

“Nothing.” He looked off down the distant right and felt a knot of pure joy hit his gut.

: : : : : : : : :

Cuthbert’s toes were going to break off in a few seconds if he didn’t switch positions but the glittering Christmas lights would never get put up that way. He continued to stand on his tip-toes, pressing the green wire of multi-colored bulbs against their wall.

The humble green tree had been set-up in their living room for a week previous to the day Cuthbert announced he wanted to have a Christmas party. Roland had lifted Jake off the floor to hang the star.

The home--their home--was sort of small but fleshed out with the strapping personalities of the men who’d bought it years ago. It shined during each Christmas season because they had a young boy--who was now a ways past young...

Slowly, he lowered himself down and came upon his husband to kneel next to him. He briefly admired the box which turned out to be filled with the ghosts of Christmas past; macaroni noodle ornaments made by the hands of a boy not too much younger than Jake. “Our son is a teenager.”

Roland scoffed, thumping his hands past several tongue depressor reindeer. His eyes--heavy with sleep--blinked thoughtfully.

“Seems like just yesterday he was following you wherever you went.” Cuthbert gently reached for Roland’s hand. “Remember him walking around the house with your boots on-?” He paused, feeling that memory deep in his chest. “I look at him and I see you, Roland.” He began to rub his thumb in smooth circles against the rough skin of his husbands palm. “Being a father looks good on you.”

“Better on you.” Roland gently slapped Cuthbert’s hand. For a moment they just leaned on each other. “I’m gonna miss driving him everywhere. I already don’t get to tell him stories at bedtime anymore-” Roland shrugged, to anyone but his husband he would only look indifferent but Cuthbert knew he was broken up.

“There’s time left, Roland. Lots. Do you good to remember that.” He kissed him quickly. “We’ve done good. Combing knots out of his hair...taking him to school.” This time he had to stop himself with a purse of his lips. “You’ve come a long way from the boy who told me he didn’t know he could be a father.”

Roland looked a mixture of touched and sad. “I still think about that day I dropped him.”

Cuthbert rolled his eyes but his stomach dropped at the memory-echo of little Jake’s screaming mixing with Roland’s horrified gasps. It’d been shortly after the adoption process. That baby had wiggled his tiny body right out of his new father’s arms and tumbled to the floor. Carpeted but still just about the scariest sound in the world. “That was a long time ago. You wouldn’t ever let him fall again.” He teased but with a genuine smile.

Roland only smiled back, kissed Cuthbert’s temple and continued to sort through the box. Together they separated what was worth keeping out & what needed to be thrown away. Cuthbert’s dancing snowmen were in the garbage pile for two-minute intervals every twenty minutes before Roland finally gave up.

“Bert?” Roland frowned as he watched his husband carry the snowmen into their bedroom. No answer. “Cuthbert?” still nothing. He frowned, hopping up to chase after him.

Cuthbert was rooting his hands through their sock draw and occasionally pulling out a few pairs and folding them together. The snowmen were dancing and singing just at his eye-line. It was obviously very amusing to him which Roland couldn’t help but admire.

Cuthbert’s broken nails caught on threads every few minutes so he’d pull and pull until the thin string would just snap. But on the eighth time he grew a little bit restless and snapped the string. Quickly shutting the drawer afterwards. “Roland?”

He turned to his husband, who was still lazing around behind him like he wasn’t sure how to decorate without direction. He gave him a small smile and walked towards him, putting his hand on his back. Roland looked up at him, waiting for him to speak whatever was on his mind. “Do you think-” he paused for a second before shaking her head. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

Roland smiled up at him and chuckled. “You say a lot of stupid things, I won’t mind.”

Cuthbert gave him a look that he’d seen a lot of wives give their husbands when they were younger and felt a genuine thrill that he had a husband to be annoyed with now. It was a look of amusement and familiarity. “Well, I was just wondering…” he began again, going back over to the drawers to root around for Christmas socks. “Do you think Jake has something to tell us?” he asked, a little unsure of himself.

Roland cocked his head to the side and looked lost. “Like what?” He asked, swirling an extra mini string on dead lights in his hand. Cuthbert sighed and leaned back on the drawers behind him. Clasping his hands together, he spoke again.

“Well, he’s been spending a lot of time with that Benny kid….” he trailed off, waiting to see the glaze of realization in his husbands eyes but Roland just smiled.

“Yeah, that’s great. Isn’t it? I’m glad he’s got someone to hang out with, I was getting worried-”

“Roland!” he crossed his arms and the corner of his mouth raised into a small grin. “I mean, do you think the boys….”

Roland still had that clueless look on his face so Cuthbert tried to specify with a look what he had actually meant. “….like each-other?” he finished.

“No.” Roland answered, definitively. Just like that. Cuthbert was actually a bit hurt by the quick rejection. He raised his brows.

“That was decisive.” His head shook just the same as the snowmen behind him. “I was only asking because he’s just seemed so happy-”

“Because they are friends.” Roland shrugged.

“Yes but he keeps him away from us-”

“Jake probably doesn’t want us to embarrass him.”

Cuthbert scowled at the contestant interruptions. “Yes but they go down to the woods all the time-”

“And? We used to do that all the time too.” Roland shrugged again which defused some of Cuthbert's anger into laughter.

“We’re married now! We snuck down there to make-out! Don’t you see my point here?” He hunched over to get the last of his hearty laughter out but Roland looked completely annoyed by the whole show. “I’m not laughing at you.”

“Good.” He rolled his eyes, shoving the string-lights aside so he could leave the room.

Cuthbert followed him like a lost puppy, same hurt expression too. “Why is this making you so uncomfortable?”

Roland turned, just now noticing that Cuthbert had stuck an old (probably rusty) Christmas pin through the earring hole he’d first given himself in the sixth grade. He sighed with a soft expression, now reaching over to unclasp the damn thing before it got infected.

Cuthbert just moved back as if burned. The pain that cause Roland was obvious on his face.

“I don’t want to think about him growing up right now, Bert.” His partner’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. There was more to the issue, that they both knew, but it was have to wait for a later period. Now, Cuthbert just brushed his hand against his love’s face and smiled.

Outside the snow pelted down harder and covered their lawn in a cold blanket of slush. The picture of their son’s growth would surely not freeze but the air surrounding their home most defiantly would. So, Cuthbert decided it was time to make some hot chocolate and cuddle with the man he’s been enamored with since they were small.

“You want a candy cane in yours?” Roland asked, as if reading his thoughts.

“Yes please.”

A few kisses and a laugh later, the men were guzzling down their warm drinks and waiting for their company to come.

: : : : : : : : :

'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose …’

Benny’s nose twitched almost as if taking cue from the song and Jake thought it had to be the most adorable thing he’d ever seen...He looked back down at his sad little doughnut and sighed. Hot chocolate burned it’s way down his throat while he wondered just what his parents were doing.

The two boys sat in the lonesome corner of the Dunkin Donut’s where he knew for a fact Benny had once spilled a bottle of strawberry milk all over himself when he was nine. The picture of the incident in his mind made Jake want to giggle. Instead, he watched Benny pull his sweater sleeves over his hands and drink tiny sips of his hot drink.

“Quit your looking at me.” Benny chuckled almost self consciously--though he needn’t be--and tried to flip Jake off with subtlety he never had. It only made Jake feel alive with joy; he kept looking. “You can get a cup of whip-cream for dogs, look-!” Benny cast his eyes over at a couple feeding their little furry-friend at the counter. “We should’ve brought Oy.”

Jake loved the way Benny absolutely adored his dog just as much as he did. It almost made him feel like they were part of a little unit. “I think you only like me for Oy.”

Nat King Cole changed to Paul McCartney and Benny bounced a little atop his stool. “He’s a nice bonus.” He chuckled. “But you’re my honest favorite.” Benny leaned in closer over the table.

Jake surprised himself by letting a blush bled into his cheeks. He quickly looked away.

Benny, as carefree as ever, didn’t seem to notice. “What are your dad’s gonna think of me?” That question shocked Jake. He nearly choked on his doughnut.

“I guess what they already think of you.” He finished chewing and swallowed carefully under Benny’s watchful eyes. He wanted more, obviously. Jake pounded his fist to his chest. “I’ve never been very good at making friends, to be completely honest Benny. My parents are pretty happy with you.”

That earned him a smile as white as the snow. “And they haven’t even met me yet!” He struck a bit nervous to Jake in that moment.

Honestly, Jake couldn’t see how anyone in their right mind could dislike Benny. There was so much the boy found to love in his friend--his openness, appetite for fun, his willingness to work hard when there was chores to do. And there was that yodeling laugh of his--to name just a few things. “I have your Christmas present ready for tonight.”

Benny was aglow at just the mention. “Me too.” He tapped his bag, which was currently close to sitting in a puddle. Jake chuckled lightly and allowed himself to admire his friend.

He thought back to the time not so long ago when they’d met. When Jake had been introduced to Benny’s kindly personality. He’d been deeply afraid he would only lose the friendship they had developed so quickly. He’d been a boy who constantly lived in his head and not many kids his age liked him. But surprisingly, Benny had grown quite attached to Jake. Reminding the boy of that John Denver song that Cuthbert sometimes sang around the house... ‘Follow me where I go what I do and who I know. Make it part of you to be a part of me’

Jake let a quick release of air pass his lips in the way Benny used to do when they slept close together at the Slightman household. He was growing attached as well...

“Jake!”

The boy did not jump...not in the slightest. But Benny nearly jumped to the ceiling, it was quite funny considering the man who shouted was just Father Callahan. The man from Salem’s Lot who now lived here in town with them.

He was dusting powdery snow from his shoulders and juggling a few bags as he strolled past the counter (for now) to say hello. It looked like a scene straight from the print of a Christmas card. “Good afternoon.” Jake hopped off his stool to help the man set his bags on a nearby table.

“Oh, thank you.” Callahan smiled, taking off his gloves with an appreciative expression.

“No problem, Father.” He shrugged then looked back to Benny, looking a bit...shy. Which was a bit odd. “This is my friend, Benny Slightman.”

Callahan held out a hand and shook with the boy before digging through his bags. Jake watched him with amusement. “Would you like to come to our Christmas party, sir?”

The man turned, looking a bit touched. “If your parents would have me.” He nodded to himself. “I believe I carry a gift for your Roland in one of these bags.” He huffed.

“I hope you’ll promise not to have one of those long religious debates with my dad.” Exasperation was hard to keep from his voice. Benny looked like he wanted to chuckle but...he held back for whatever reason.

Donald Callahan held up his hands in mock surrender. “I promise.”

: : : : : : : : :

The twenty-three year olds had much more energy than Roland imagined he even had left. He watched--gleefully if you asked Cuthbert--as Susannah and Eddie Dean made their way up the walk to the door.

They were chuckling already, Roland could hear Eddie singing ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’. He smiled and opened the door before they could even knock.

‘Life was funny. Sometimes it delivered you two of the greatest friends a person could have. But it also gave you the inability to voice your genuine thankfulness for their being.’

“Merry Christmas!” Eddie leaned in to smack a kiss against Roland’s rough cheek before moving on to Cuthbert. Roland did not have the time to playfully shove him back before Suzie approached with that special little smile just for him.

“Happy Holidays old man.” She smiled and accepted a gentle hug before wheeling herself in the open spot next to Cuthbert’s rocking chair.

Eddie Dean was admiring the tinsel surrounding the kitchen while mixing himself some kind of Christmas drink. Roland watched his friend for a few moments, only meeting his eye when he spilled the eggnog into the sink. He took the time to be grateful that he could share Eddie’s laughter.

“Where’s Jake?” Suzie craned her neck towards the bedrooms. As she did so, Oy padded his way out of Jake’s and scampered over to jump into her lap. He didn’t usually take to strangers but Eddie & Susannah seemed to be exceptions.

“Out with his friend, Benny.” Cuthbert took the same drink order which Eddie handed to him without hesitation. “Think he probably invited him over for the party.” He hushed his voice like the topic was a secret.

From the kitchen, Eddie noticed that with ease as he stirred Roland’s hot chocolate. Standing there in his neighbors--friends--house with his fuzzy snowmen socks pressed against the cold tile, Eddie Dean felt at home. “You ok, big guy?” He slapped the back of his hand to Roland’s hard chest.

The big guy in question wiped down the splash of eggnog he’d gotten on his shirt and shrugged. He would speak nothing of the stirring inside him, that much Eddie knew.

“I brought a classic Christmas movie.” He changed the subject for him, popping some kind of snack he’d found into his mouth. He pulled free a DVD case from his back pocket.

“Star Wars...” Roland squinted like an old man to read “Is not a Christmas movie. Put that away before Cuthbert thumps you.” He chuckled, sipping hesitantly at his drink.

“Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, thank you very much.” Eddie scoffed. “It takes place on a snow planet. That’s close enough.” He shrugged. “Plus, I’m still mad at your husband for saying the Prequels are better.”

Roland smiled at the mention of that long debate the two similar men had during their mini Thanksgiving get-together. Eddie had decided the time had come to share his fondness of the movies with his older friends. Jake had gotten a real kick out of watching them go back-and-forth for nearly two hours. “If it were up to me, I’d let you.” He rolled his lips together to taste some more chocolate as he set down the mug. “You know I thought those movies were kind of...cool.”

Eddie chuckled. “You were a real riot, Roland. Something to say about every scene.”

“I just like the idea of...a spiritual force binding us together.” His eyes seemed to gloss over. “One that directs us...has a will of it’s own.” He clinked their mugs together before turning around to join his husband and Susannah.

Eddie pursed his lips together. “I just like the lightsaber fights but whatever.”

“Come on, Eddie! We’re watching ‘A Christmas Story!’“ Susannah called.

“Can’t we watch a Christmas movie that isn’t overplayed like...‘Home Alone’ or ‘Scrooged’!” He pretended to pout. “Oooh or ‘Gremlins’!” He bounced on his slippery socks as he plopped right next to Roland.

“Since when is Home Alone not overplayed?” Susannah rolled her eyes fondly. Delicate flakes of snow continued to fall and press against the glass of the window behind her head.

“And we can’t watch Gremlins, it scares Roland!” Cuthbert smirked and was immediately rewarding with a hard kick to the ankle. The attempt to hush him did not even phase him. Eddie burst into hysterical laughter.

Susannah even fell victim to the giggles, leaning over the arm of her chair to try and conceal it.

“He’s lying. It doesn’t scare me.” Roland thumped his husband on the arm and leaned back on the couch, ignoring his husband mocking him. “Ask Jake.” Cuthbert pretended to nod in agreement but sipped his eggnog suspiciously.

: : : : : : : : :

Jake gulped down his hot chocolate without considering that Benny might be staring at him. Father Callahan went on to his own table with a peppermint tea to finish sorting through his gifts. They could still hear the shuffling of gift wrap and bags upon bags.

“Jake?”

The boy finally set down his drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. The foamy residue was erased in a half-second. Benny had to fight away the thought of tasting that chocolate. Deep down there was a part of himself sparring against the naivety which he’d lived with for years. “Should we wait to walk over with Father Callahan?”

Jake paused, noticing the tonal shift within his friend. “We could...” He glanced over at the man before going back to Benny with a gentle grin. “But we don’t have to. He could just meet us all there.”

Benny tried not to look too pleased with that answer but found it hard to stop his shy smile as he hid it behind his cup. He watched as Jake went over to say his goodbye to his old friend with nerves building up.

“We’re good to go.” He threw away the empty cups and grabbed for Benny’s wrist, pulling him out of the Dunkin’ with something like excitement. The touch burned pleasantly at the boy’s skin with hot intensity. For a ridiculous moment, Benny worried Jake might catch the way his pulse was thundering and drop him from his grasp with disgust. He didn’t dare to look at the Father as they darted out.

Together, they walked a little over a block before either of them spoke again. Benny kept his heart to a calm flutter and thought briefly of the Christmas song Jake was crazy for...‘The moon and stars seem awful cold and bright Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right...’

The snow was at that point, a thin blanket coating the wet ground. It would soon be the same kind of dangerous ice that his Father had despised. It’d make it hard for him to drive to work, he’d complain with a shaking fist.

Abruptly, Jake turned to face him with his nose a bright color to rival Rudolph’s. He pulled softly at the end of Benny’s sleeve, truly making him all the more endearing. ‘My friend the world will share this special night. Because it's Christmas...’

His eyes were glowing like the festive sparkling bulbs across each house’s rooftops. If he knew of the stunning beauty it made him, Jake showed not. Instead, he just kept swaying their arms in the cold air.

“Jake?”

The boy blinked. “Sorry. I was just-” He waved his spare hand by his ear. “I wrote some stuff on your card. But I think I’d rather just say it to you...before we get to my house. If that’s ok?”

Benny raised his brows but nodded quickly. “Yeah-yes. I’m ok with that.” He smiled, kicking himself for sounding so stupid. Jake smiled, looking confident in a way that Benny couldn’t imagine for himself. His heart thumped down to his gut.

“First of all, Merry Christmas.” He chuckled, looking embarrassed for the first time in a while. He wiped his free sleeve against his cheek when hot color blossomed underneath. “I’m glad you’re my friend, Benny. I really needed a good one and you’re the best.” He swayed their hands again but did not meet Benny’s eyes. “I really like you.”

Benny couldn’t even begin to convince himself that he didn’t hear Jake’s special inflection or see the way he’d widened his eyes. “I really like you too, Jake.”

His friend blushed fiercer and let his hand fall from Benny’s sleeve to fully grab onto his hand, interlocking their grip. For a second, the boys couldn’t manage much else but giggling there in the middle of the sidewalk.

“I’ll race you home?” Jake challenged.

Benny smirked and hugged the boy’s hand tighter, their palms were a sweaty and warm relief from the bitter cold. “You’ll have to let me go.” The party seemed a weary idea now compared to their new found discovery. But as the snow continued to poor down on them, Jake seemed suddenly eager.

He hesitantly slipped his hand free and blinked up at Benny with curious eyes before launching forward and placing a surprise kiss against his cheek. He pulled back and stood for a mere second before taking off towards his house.

“That’s cheating, Chambers!” Benny called out, catching a few snowflakes on his lips before chasing after the boy.

: : : : : : : : :

Eddie was curled up against Susannah with a look of pleasant shock at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

Cuthbert lounged right onto Roland’s lap and was heavily making-out with the man in such a...relaxed state. Neither neighbor had ever seen Roland so...open or frisky before. The guy was downright playful in the way that he ran his large hand through Cuthbert’s tangled hair and knocked off his obnoxious Santa hat.

Susannah smiled for a moment before throwing the DVD case at their heads. “Quit that, will you?” She chuckled when Cuthbert tumbled onto the floor with a smile. She pretended to ignore her husbands thumbs-up directed to a now more in-character Roland, who was looking stern once again. “Your boy will be home any minute.”

Cuthbert leaned against Roland’s tall leg and grinned.

As if on cue, the front door creaked open to reveal two red-faced boys as they piled into the home, wiping their boots on the mat. “Hey guys.” Jake bounced inside, greeting Oy with rushed excitement. His friend stayed back by the doorway with a shy expression. Eddie waved, hoping to ease the kid.

“This is Benny Slightman.” Jake reached out for his friend from his place, kneeling in front of Oy, and urged him forward.

Roland shifted in the arm chair, both Eddie and Susannah noticed the uncomfortable look on his face. Eddie felt a sudden urge to go over and ask him about it. However, Cuthbert crossed the room to shake the kids hand before anyone could do anything else.

“Cuthbert, Jake’s Dad.” He grinned, the beautiful one of his. He pointed to his Husband. “That’s Roland, his other Dad. Over there are our neighbors, Susannah and Eddie Dean.”

Benny nervously shifted on his feet and nodded. Susannah smiled kindly and was close enough to offer her hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, Benny. You boys want to watch ‘Home Alone two’ with us?” She asked kindly, not knowing this had immediately endeared her to the kid. Benny decided just then that he really liked her.

Jake gave Oy a final pat before stealing a glance to Roland. “Maybe we’ll join later. Benny and I are gonna go exchange gifts in my room.”

Roland seemed to consider the statement with some kind of tension hanging in the air. Nothing necessarily bad...just a bit awkward though for once in his life, Jake didn’t seem to notice anything was off. “Alright.” He took a long sip of his coffee and smiled back when Jake rewarded him with one.

The boy ushered his friend into the other room and quickly shut the door behind them.

“And what did I say?” Cuthbert asked, a smirk on his face but Roland didn’t seem too amused. He looked blankly at the closed door before excusing himself for a refill. Eddie watched Cuthbert deflate and felt a pang of sadness for him.

He got up, Susannah urging him to follow Roland, and went straight for the kitchen to chase the pacing man. “What’s up with you?” He asked, sparing his own look to Jake’s closed door.

“Nothing.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and dug his fingers into an open bag of cookies left on the counter by Cuthbert earlier. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Peppermint but the taste was actually quite nice on his hot tongue. Ignoring his friends obvious attempt to shut down the conversation, Eddie blocked the doorway. “I’m not an idiot, you know?”

“Nothing that concerns you, Eddie.” Roland corrected himself with that special classy asshole tone of his. Nothing couldn’t possibly piss Eddie off quicker than that voice.

“Just when I think we’re getting to be close, you shut me down.” He scowled and swallowed a particularly minty chunk of cookie. “I wonder how Cuthbert feels being married to someone so...”

“So what?” Roland’s wise eyes crinkled with anger.

“So guarded...so solitary.” Eddie flicked his tongue accusingly and nearly choked on the cookie crumbs lingering in his mouth. Part of him found it disgustingly strong and wanted to spit up the remnants into the silver sink. But he held that back in favor of appearing non-idiotic.

Roland huffed and blew past his skinnier friend and treaded his way back to the lounge seat.

“Oh no, Don’t waltz back in here if you’re all worked up.” Susannah’s voice came from a ways off, making Eddie smile despite the annoyance flaring up inside him. He could always count on his wife.

Eddie followed in shortly after and plopped down next to Cuthbert who was looking just as irritated when he leaned over to whisper; “Suzy thinks Roland has some internalized homophobia to work-out.”

Eddie raised a brow. “The dude is married to a man, how can he be homophobic?” He asked, feeling that dreaded idiotic feeling again.

Taking another invisible cue, the doorbell rang and was used as Roland’s next distraction.

Father Don Callahan & a handsome friend entered behind a small pile of Christmas printed bags.

: : : : : : : : :

Benny ran his hand through his hair, feeling through the soft curls. He found that he did that more and more, especially when he was nervous. The heat from just his nerves alone was getting close to unbearable. He shed his larger coat (finally) and placed it awkwardly in his lap.

Though, Jake simply reached out to swipe it and threw it across his bed (blue sheets) with a smile thick with teeth. “Merry Christmas, Benny.” He placed a delicate present (silver wrapping) between their criss-crossed legs.

His hands shook but his smile never faltered because Jake was just about the cutest Benny had ever seen him. He watched nervously as he playfully shook the gift.

Unwrapping slowly, bending the paper under his curled fingers and enjoying that attention…was NOT of his nature. Not at all. Benny tore open the gift with anxiety pouring out of him like sweat.

Laying atop a bed of fluff was one of those spinner rings he’d talked about just a couple weeks ago. It stared up at him, shining into his eyes.

“You said you wanted to try one of them to help with your fidgeting.” Jake grinned before scooting closer to pick it from the bed and hold it out for his friend. Benny slowly slid his ring finger into the cold silver with a warm blush taking over his cheeks.

“I got one with paw prints on it...cause you only like me for my dog, you know?” He chuckled, backing off slightly to watch Benny’s reaction.

“Rad.” A horrible word really. But it was just the one to pop into his mind like a dumb old jack-in-the-box. Benny cringed but quickly laughed it off. “I mean, Thanks, Jake. I love it. Thank you!” He spun the metal and watched the prints blur. “Your turn, now!” He reached into his own bag and handed over a medium sized green box. The red ribbon glittered under the light.

The boys had gone for the same theme, it seemed. Jake pulled free a silver ornament in perfect likeness to Oy by it’s velvety red loop. Though Benny felt a renewed sense of inferiority as he spun his ring, Jake’s eyes light up. He cradled his hands under the ornament with that shy smile of his.

“It’s lame, I know, to get someone an ornament for Christmas...” Benny frowned. “Your gift-”

"It's not a competition, Benny. Besides..." Jake turned back to look at the ornament that was now laying in the tissue paper. "I love it, you know me so well." He chuckled before biting into his cheek and turning slightly, to face Benny fully. He opened his mouth to say something but Benny was quicker to voice his own thought.

“Do you want to go back to watch the movie...?” He gestured to the door.

“Do you?” Jake countered.

No. He did not. Benny really wanted to keep their illusion of privacy up for just a little longer. His heart was doing flips in his chest just at the thought of it. “No...” He giggled. “But I get the sense that you’ll be missed, Jake.”

The boy shrugged. “Ok. We’ll go watch.” They set their gifts onto Jake’s nightstand and went for the door but before either of their hands could curl around the gold, Jake leaned over and gently kissed Benny’s cheek.

It was quick and devastatingly soft. But very, very important to both of them.

: : : : : : : : :

The two boys ended up on the couch with a blanket tossed over them by Cuthbert, only one so of course they had to squish together or else one of them would be too cold.

Jake had somehow found himself with Benny’s sleeping head resting on his shoulder by the second movie. Not that he minded it at all. Benny had a candy cane hanging out of the side of his mouth that he occasionally twirled around. But was now slipping from the corner of his lips.

Roland watched Jake, who was watching Benny, with a feeling of...discomfort(?) that even he didn’t understand.

“Please free that cane before it goes down the kids throat, Jake.” Susannah chuckled. The boy chuckled and when he slipped the red & white candy out, Benny shook himself awake.

“Sorry.”

“S’fine.” Jake grinned and let his gaze linger. Benny looked around for that Father Callahan, who’d been in the kitchen when he fell asleep, and found him basically curled up with that friend he’d brought; Lupe.

Benny widened his eyes. “Is he gay?” He snapped his head over to whisper to Jake, who’d started to cackle.

“Yeah, he is.” He wiped his sleeve across his mouth to settle down. “We’re you worried he was...homophobic?” His brow raised as he remembered how off his friend became in that Dunkin’ when ol’ Father Don Callahan came over.

“Yes!”

The boys dissolved into a privately shared laugh as Oy jumped onto the couch next to them.

Cuthbert plopped down into Roland’s lap and gently ran his fingers down his shoulder as they just watched their son. “Are you alright?”

Roland nodded, pulling his eyes away and towards his handsome husband who was cuddling down next to him despite the limited seat room. It would be annoying if it were anyone else on earth but for Cuthbert, Roland loved like Cupid.

He kissed the top of his head and hid behind it slightly as the intro to ‘Gremlins’ played on their small TV. “I hate you.” He mumbled into Cuthbert’s hair.

He hummed. “I love you too.” He leaned back and kissed Roland’s jaw. “Merry Christmas.”

Outside, the snow had slowed considerably but the ground was not visible under the thick blanket given from the sky.

#used an actual jake quote when he was talking about what he likes in Benny #his openness and appetite for fun etc..#The Dark Tower #my fanfiction #jake chambers #benny slightman #roland deschain #cuthbert allgood #eddie dean #susannah dean #stephen king #holiday fics

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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - Week 6

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

Word Count: 10.1k (this one’s a DOOZY)

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A/N: A note on the names in this chapter! So, I went with Ben’s family name being Hardy since we all know him with that name. I understand that in reality, his parents would be Mr. and Mrs. Jones. And with Rami’s sister, I couldn’t get a confirmation on whether her name is spelled Jasmine or Yasmine so I went with the J spelling because that was what I saw first.

Warning(s): Mentions of racism.

Night 1 Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5

Week 6 here we go!!!

Your first hometown date was with Ben in Sherborne, UK. You met him at the center of the town, which was small and quaint. But you liked it. Especially once you saw Ben walking over to you. You ran to him and leaped into his arms. He caught you with a laugh and a sweet kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, shaking his head. “In Sherborne.”

“I can’t believe it either,” you replied. “But I’m so happy that I am!”

“Me too,” he agreed as he set you down. “I thought I’d just give you a bit of a tour so you can see where I grew up before we head to my parents, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect!”

He took your hand and started down the road. At the end of the street was a vintage car. It was a black convertible, like you’d seen in old movies. It looked glamorous.

“This,” Ben said, walking up to the car. “Is our ride for the day.”

“Are you serious?!” you cried. “Oh my God!”

“Glad you like it,” he chuckled.

“I love it!” you told him.

He opened the passenger side door for you and you slid in. Then he walked around to the driver’s side and got in beside you. He looked at you, smirked, and then started the engine. He looked so sexy behind the wheel you had to turn your attention to the road so he wouldn’t see you blushing.

He drove slowly. There wasn’t much traffic, anyway, so you really could see all the places he was pointing out to you. He showed you the church he attended as a kid. Where he went to primary school. The tree under which he had his first kiss. It was all so sweet. It was all so Ben.

“I wish you could be here in October sometime,” he said. “We’ve got the Pack Monday Fair, which is always a great time.”

He told you about the fair and all his fondest memories, especially attending with his father. You were melting.

“So, how often do you get here to visit your family?” you wondered.

“As often as I can,” he said. “I’m all the way in London, and it’s not like I’ve got weekends off. But I definitely get here for special occasions and holidays.”

“Do you think you’d want to settle down here?” you asked. “When you’re ready to start a family?”

“As much as I love it here, I’d rather stay in London,” he said. “There’s more opportunity there and more diversity, which is something I want my children to experience. But believe me, they’ll be coming here to visit Nan as often as possible. My mum can’t wait for me to have kids, so she’ll be all over them.”

You giggled. “I like that. I want an involved family.”

“You might regret saying that one day,” he joked.

You drove on, and by the end, you felt you had seen almost the entire town. You stopped at the store to pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers for his mother, before at last going to the house. It was a cozy little home, and it looked inviting. You took a deep breath before starting up the driveway.

“Nervous?” Ben asked.

“A bit,” you admitted.

“Don’t be,” he said and kissed your cheek. “They’re gonna love you.”

Before you could argue, he reached out and opened the door, allowing you inside first.

“Hello!” Ben called.

Seconds after his voice rang out, a swarm of people were upon you. All rushing to hug Ben and get a glimpse of you. He introduced you to his mother and father, and then to his aunts and uncles who were there. His grandmother remained seated on the couch, so you all made your way back to her so Ben could say hello.

“These are for you,” you said to Mrs. Hardy, handing her the wine and flowers.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” she replied. “They’re beautiful!”

You smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen to put them in a vase. Then Ben’s father approached you. You smiled and shook hands again.

“Y/N, right?” he asked.

“Yep, that’s right,” you told him.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink,” he said.

“Won’t say no to that,” you replied.

You followed him into the kitchen. Mrs. Hardy had already set out the flowers on the counter, and she was fussing around the food, which was evidently almost ready. Mr. Hardy poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” you said.

Ben’s parents were surprisingly easy to talk to. You offered to help his mother with dinner, but she insisted you just relax. His father was a lot like Ben. A bit reserved, but friendly. So you chatted with them for a bit while Ben got caught up with the rest of his family.

When dinner was ready, you all sat around the dining room table. Mrs. Hardy served up a delicious meal, and then told you all to “tuck in.” You had a great time during the meal. His family was funny and warm. They welcomed you with open arms. You felt comfortable with them immediately.

“So, Y/N, can we have a chat?” asked Mrs. Hardy once the plates were clear.

“Of course,” you agreed.

You followed her to the sitting room. You sat together on the couch, and she gave your knee a maternal pat.

“How’s it all going?” she asked. “With Ben, that is.”

You smiled. “Ben and I have something really special,” you told her. “He told me that he’s falling in love with me, and I feel the same. Which I’ve told him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “Has he told you that he’s never been in love before?”

“He has,” you said. “And I’m still a little worried about that.”

“Worried? Why?” she asked.

“Well, because I don’t want him to feel like there’s more out there,” you said. “Or to get confused. I don’t want him to wake up say, ten years from now and wonder if he made a mistake because he didn’t really know what he was doing.”

“I don’t think you need worry about that,” she said. “Ben is...a unique man. He’s struggled to find love because he’s quite aware of his feelings. He has told me about girls he’s gone with and expressed things like ‘Mum, I liked her, but I don’t think she’s the one,’ or ‘Mum, she’s beautiful, but I can’t go forward just because we’re attracted to each other.’ If he’s falling in love with you, then he means it. He isn’t confused.”

“That’s a relief to hear you say that,” you said. “Because I just wasn’t really sure if he knew. But you’re right, Ben is a self-aware person, and I have faith that what he’s telling me is true. I did promise him I’d never doubt him.”

You explained to her what Luke had once said about him.

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Ben’s honest and kind. And, Y/N...he’s ready. He’s ready to find his partner and settle down.”

“I think he’d be a wonderful husband,” you told her. “And I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

She giggled and took your hand. You smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, Ben was talking to his father. They stood out on the back patio, each smoking a cigarette. You didn’t like that Ben smoked, but he did it pretty rarely since he was an athlete. And he also told you it was his goal to quit by the time he had children.

“So, Benny,” Mr. Hardy said. “How’re you feeling?”

“It hasn’t been easy,” Ben said. “I’ve...well, I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Has she fallen in love with you?” Mr. Hardy wondered.

“She says she’s getting there,” Ben told him. “But there are still three other guys.”

“They good blokes?”

“Yeah, actually, I like them a lot. Consider them friends, even.”

“That’s good, it shows she’s got taste,” Mr. Hardy joked.

Ben chuckled. “Yeah. I’m just worried. I want to tell her that I love her. But I don’t want to get my heart broken.”

“There’s no way to fall in love without taking that risk,” Mr. Hardy said. “If you love her, love her with everything you’ve got. Pursue her. Let her know why she should choose you.”

Ben smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

You switched parents, so Ben went to speak to his mother, and you went to speak to his father. You looked at Mr. Hardy and saw Ben’s features in his face. It was like looking through time and seeing Ben as an older man. Only, Mr. Hardy had brown eyes. Ben got his eyes from his mother.

“Can I ask you how you feel about Ben?” Mr. Hardy asked.

“I care a lot about him,” you said. “He’s probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met and...well, I’m falling in love with him.”

“He’s not hard to look at, either,” he joked.

“Well, he gets it from somewhere,” you returned, pointing at him.

He laughed.

“You seem like a nice girl,” he said. “I think you’d be a good wife to Ben, if that’s what you both want. I’m just happy if he’s happy. And he seems quite happy with you.”

You looked at Ben through the window, where he was sitting with his mom.

“You guys must miss him a lot,” you said.

“Terribly,” Mr. Hardy said. “But once again, he’s happy.”

“I’ve so appreciated you welcoming me into your home,” you said. “A home as loving as this shows me what I can expect from Ben. Thank you.”

He opened his arms to you, and you gladly accepted them.

Inside, Ben was telling his mother exactly what he’d told his father. That he was in love with you and was nervous about telling you.

“I agree with Dad, darling,” Mrs. Hardy said. “I think if that’s what you’re feeling, you should be honest with her.”

“It’s just scary since...well, I’ve never done it before,” he said. “How do I…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“Do you think it matters to her how you say it?” she asked.

“No, I think she just wants me to be honest,” he returned.

“Then there you have it, love,” she said.

The night wound down and it was time for you to go. You said fond goodbyes to Ben’s family and he walked you out to the van already waiting for you.

“Today was such a great day,” he said. “They really seemed to like you.”

“I really like them,” you told him. “You have a great family, Ben.”

“I hope you come back,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied.

A beat passed. Ben pulled you into a tight hug. Then he lowered his lips to your ear.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave a small squeeze.

“It means so much to hear you say that,” you said.

You desperately wanted to tell him that you loved him too. Because you did. But you knew it was a bad idea. All you could do was convey how you felt through the embrace. And then when he kissed you...it was nothing like the way he’d kissed you before. This was something else entirely. It felt more like a promise.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you told him.

With that, he opened the car door for you. You slid into the back seat and smiled at him once more before he closed it. He stood on the street and watched you go, feeling like you were taking his heart with you.

Your next hometown date was with Gwilym. Like Ben, he currently lived in London, but his hometown was Sutton Coldfield, where much of his family still resided. Gwilym had told you a little bit about his hometown, so you were excited to see it in person. You met him at Sutton Park.

He looked dashing where he stood waiting for you, despite only wearing a sweater and jeans. You ran up to him and he caught you in his arms. He planted a warm and welcoming kiss on your lips. You held him a little tighter.

“I’m so glad you’re here, cariad,” he said as you parted.

“I’m glad to be here,” you replied.

“I figured I’d show you Sutton Park,” he said. “It’s a staple of the town and quite lovely on a day like today when we’ve got nice weather. Fancy a walk?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

He offered you his arm, which you took. It really was a pleasant day, with a rare bit of sunshine. As you walked, he told you who you would be meeting that day. His family kept it small, so it would just be his parents and siblings. Gwilym was the youngest. It was difficult for you to picture him the youngest sibling, since he always struck you as mature and grown up. He assured you that his childhood was normal, and that he and his siblings were very close now that they were all adults.

You walked together in the park for about an hour. Then he told you there was another stop to make before going to his parents’ home. You emerged from the park, walked another fifteen minutes or so, and then you saw it - a library.

“Since you saw my personal collection, I thought I’d show you where I first gained an appreciation for literature,” he said. “Right here at the Sutton Coldfield Library.”

“I can’t wait,” you told him.

He smiled, took your hand, and led you inside. The library looked fairly typical. It wasn’t grand or beautiful, but it had some charm to it. You tried to imagine young Gwilym poring over the books, trying to decide the one he’d like best. You smiled at the thought.

You were just about to tell him so when a distraction in the shape of a little girl came hurtling over, throwing her arms around Gwilym’s legs. She was maybe six years old. Her blonde ringlets settled against her face.

“Mr. Gwilym, you’re back!” she cried, clutching a handful of his jeans. “We’ve missed you!”

You blinked, shocked at the sudden appearance of the girl, but even more surprised that she knew Gwilym and was comfortable enough to hug him so tightly.

“Hello, Rosie,” Gwilym replied, patting her head. “I’ve missed you all too.”

Suddenly, more children emerged from a section you saw was the children’s library. Their little faces lit up at the sight of Gwilym, and they all followed Rosie’s example of throwing themselves on him. He laughed and then saw your bemused expression.

“I come home twice a month to read to the kids,” he told you. “To give back to this place.”

A little boy had clamored onto Gwilym’s back.

“Where’ve you been, Mr. Gwilym?” he wondered with a pout.

“Well, you see, children,” Gwilym said, nodding toward you. “I’ve met someone very special.”

In a swarm, they detached themselves from him and walked over to you, staring. You bit back a laugh.

“Hey, kids,” you said kindly. “I’m sorry for keeping Mr. Gwilym away.”

“You’re pretty,” Rosie said. “Are you Mr. Gwilym’s girlfriend?”

“I am,” you told her.

“Are you gonna get married?” asked another girl beside you.

“Maybe!” you said.

You met Gwilym’s gaze as the children demanded more information and you did your best to answer them. A future with him was suddenly much clearer.

“Alright, everyone leave Mr. Gwilym and his friend alone,” said the librarian, an elderly woman with her silver hair in a long braid down her back.

“Hello, Joan,” Gwilym said warmly, bending down to kiss the woman’s cheek.

Joan smiled at you as Gwil introduced you and she asked how everything was going. You told her it was all wonderful, and Gwilym agreed. Then Rosie returned and tugged on Gwilym’s pant leg.

“What are you going to read for us today?” she asked.

“Oh, Rosie, I’m sorry, we just popped over to say hello,” he told her. “We don’t have a story today.”

Tears shone in her big, blue eyes and you nearly started crying yourself.

“Please,” Rosie begged.

“Please!” the other children echoed.

“Read them a story, you monster,” you teased, punching his arm lightly.

“Alright, I’ll read you a story,” Gwilym said. “If Miss Y/N reads it with me.”

“Please, Miss Y/N!” they cried.

You laughed. “Alright, then,” you agreed. “Story time it is.”

They all cheered, returned to the children’s library, and settled into the back corner. It was a cozy little set up, with bean bag chairs and cushions and stuffed animals everywhere. A wide bench was placed under the window, where the reader would sit. The kids picked out a story while you and Gwilym took your places.

He started off the story, and his enthusiasm was not something you had seen him yet. He did voices, he made faces, anything to amuse the children. They giggled and snickered, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and totally riveted by him. You were too. You knew you were reading the words and doing your best to be convincing, but your mind was on Gwilym and how impressed you were with him. It showed you how much he valued learning, and the kind of father he might be.

When the story was over, you had to say goodbye and head to the Lee household. The kids were sorry to see you go, but their parents were arriving to pick them up. Gwilym even knew their parents, and said quick hellos before guiding you out and down the street.

“That was….” you trailed off. “So amazing. I feel like every time we’re together, you show me a new side of you. And I think that one is my favorite.”

He chuckled. “I just want to give back to the next generation,” he said. “Maybe they’ll go on to be great writers or professors. Maybe they won’t. But no matter what, they’ll support their local library.”

“You’re the actual sweetest, you know that?” you said.

He only laughed before throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you away.

For the evening, you went to his parents’ home. It was a bit larger than what you were used to seeing in the UK, but looked inviting. You met Gwilym outside, and he hugged you tightly. You did your best to return it with the flowers and wine in your hands.

“Are you ready, love?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied.

“Let’s go in.”

Together, you walked across the threshold as Gwilym called out to his family. The first person to round the corner was his father, who wrapped his son up in the friendliest bear hug. His brothers and sister were not far behind. His mother approached you first.

“Hello, dear,” she said kindly. “I’m Ceinwen. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you replied. “I’m Y/N.”

Gwilym introduced to his father, Tom, his brothers, Geraint and Owen, and his sister, Rhiannon. They were all very friendly and gave you hugs as they met you. You followed them into the kitchen, and as you walked, you observed your surroundings. This family was undeniably Welsh, and proud of it. Gwilym told you that both his parents were from Wales, and he connected strongly to that heritage. Seeing the home, you understood why. You envied that connection a little bit.

“You have such a lovely home,” you said to Ceinwen. “Thank you for having me.”

“We’re glad to have you,” she replied. “Come, sit down for dinner.”

It was already on the table when you arrived, so she said you had perfect timing.

“I’m relieved,” Gwilym said. “We got a bit delayed at the library.”

“Oh, did you take her to see the children?” Ceinwen asked.

“I did,” he told her. “We had a wonderful time with them, didn’t we?”

He looked over at you and took your hand. You beamed.

“We really did,” you said.

They asked how your day was overall, and you were excited to tell them that it was great. You always felt like you could gush about Gwilym. His family exchanged happy glances at your every word.

After dinner, Rhiannon asked to speak to you. You happily agreed and followed her into the sitting room. You each took a seat on the couch.

“How’s this whole process been for you?” she asked.

“It hasn’t been easy,” you told her. “I’ve had to make really difficult decisions, but I’m just following my heart the best I can.”

“How many men are left?” she wondered.

“Including Gwilym, there are four,” you said.

“And how are you feeling about him as compared to the other three?” she pressed.

You swallowed. “That’s difficult to say. I sort of have to compartmentalize each relationship and evaluate it on its own strengths or weaknesses. I know that Gwilym and I have been strong since the beginning. He’s really opened up to me, as I have to him, and we’re falling steadily in love.”

“And has Gwil expressed his feelings for you?”

“He’s told me that he’s falling in love with me,” you said. “Which made me so happy because I’m falling in love with him too.”

“Have you told him that?”

You shook your head. “I haven’t. But I plan on letting him know soon.”

“As long as you’re honest with him, he’ll be honest with you,” she said with a smile. “Gwilym’s reserved, but not afraid of the truth.”

“I definitely see that about him,” you agreed. “We’ve always been totally honest with each other.”

You smiled at each other. You spoke to his parents next. His mother sat on the couch beside you and his father in a chair across the coffee table.

“Can I just start by saying what a wonderful man you have raised?” you began. “Honestly, Gwilym has been such a dream and completely unafraid of the risk involved in this. He’s great.”

They both grinned.

“Thank you,” Tom said. “We hope that means you’re feeling strongly for him.”

“I am,” you assured him. “I told Rhiannon that I’m falling in love with him.”

“That’s wonderful,” Ceinwen said. “He told us the same about you.”

“Now, there are still other people involved in this,” Tom said.

“I know,” you said. “But believe me. I care so deeply for Gwilym. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt him.”

“You must understand,” his mother said. “As his parents, that’s our worst fear. After he lost his fiance, he was a wreck. I don’t want him to return to that.”

“I understand,” you assured her. “I will do what I can to keep him from that. But please understand my position as well. I can’t make any promises right now.”

“Right, of course,” Tom said.

You chatted a little longer, and you once again told them how much you admired Gwilym. Meanwhile, he was talking to his siblings.

“So, how are you feeling about her?” asked Owen.

“I’m falling in love with her, for sure,” Gwilym answered. “I really could see her being my wife.”

“But you’re not completely in love?” questioned Geraint.

“I dunno if I could say that with other men involved,” Gwilym replied. “I want to be down on one knee before I give myself that completely.”

“She seems like a great girl, Gwil,” Rhiannon added. “You two seem compatible. She��s got a good head on her shoulders. But are you sure you could propose after just a few weeks?”

Gwilym looked at his wine glass and swirled the deep purple liquid around, just for something to do while he considered this question.

“You all know how seriously I would take an engagement,” he began. “I think, if within the coming weeks, Y/N and I find ourselves at that point, then yes. I could see myself proposing.”

The siblings all exchanged a look. If he was that serious about you, they would support him.

Overall, Gwilym’s hometown went well. It wasn’t as smooth as Ben’s, but given Gwilym’s history, you understood his family’s skepticism. Even so, they seemed genuinely happy for him. As Gwilym led you out, you swung your clasped hands with joy. He smiled at you.

“Gwilym,” you said. “You told me back in London that you’re falling in love with me.”

“Yes, I remember,” he said.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that….I’m falling in love with you too,” you said. “Hard and fast.”

His smile widened.

“I’m happy to hear it, cariad,” he replied.

With that, he turned you toward him and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips pressed into yours with a need you had not felt from him before. His gratitude for your validation was deeper than you thought. Perhaps his feelings were as well.

When you broke apart, you coiled your arms around his neck and held him close. You stood there for what felt like hours. Despite everything you had been through with him, and the beauty of that moment on the London Eye, this was the most romantic moment you felt with Gwilym. Just you and him. Outside his childhood home, knowing each other without even speaking.

“You need to get going,” he finally said.

“I wish I didn’t,” you replied.

“I do too,” he agreed. “But there’s more to this journey.”

You stood on your toes and kissed him again.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

He walked you to the car and opened the door for you. With one last kiss, you got in. As you drove away, you felt your heart breaking without him.

After Gwilym’s hometown, it was time to leave the UK and head back to the states. Your first stop was in New York for Joe’s hometown. He was from Hyde Park, which you knew nothing about. You were excited to see it though and understand Joe better.

You arrived at Hyde Park and met Joe on what appeared to be a random street. You sprinted to him, eager to be in his arms. You had missed him desperately while you were apart. He caught you and spun you around with a laugh before he kissed you.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he said.

“I’ve missed you more,” you returned.

“Wanna bet?” he shot back.

You laughed. “What are you going to show me today?”

“Hyde Park isn’t exactly known for tourism,” he said. “We’ve got the Vanderbilt Mansion, sure, but other than that we’re just your average town.”

“So, are we going to see the mansion?” you wondered.

“Actually, I thought we’d do something better,” he said. “Come with me.”

He took your hand and began to lead you down the street. This community was clearly close-knit, as several people stopped Joe to talk to him and catch up. He introduced you as his girlfriend and they all smiled happily for him. Finally, you stopped outside a restaurant. The name on it was Mazzello’s. You grinned.

“Your family’s restaurant!” you cried. “I’m gonna get to see it?!”

“Absolutely!” he returned. “My brother, John, has been handling things since I’ve been away, so he’ll be the first family member you meet.”

“I can’t wait!”

You followed him inside. A wave of voices overtook you as Joe walked through the door. It seemed his whole family had surprised even him by showing up at the restaurant. His mother was there, as were his brother and sister. His nieces and nephews raced to hug him and he miraculously scooped all of them into his arms.

There were hugs all around. The Mazzellos had spared no one in coming to meet you. Joe’s grandparents were there. His aunts and uncles. Family friends. Even restaurant regulars. It showed you how well Joe was loved in his community. It made you love him even more.

Joe introduced you first to his mother, Virginia, his sister, Mary, and then his brother, John. They were all thrilled to meet you. As you made your way through the crowd to meet everyone else, you felt there was a missing piece. When you looked over at the counter you realized what it was. A picture of Joe’s father hung behind the register.

You turned your eyes to Joe and saw that he was looking at it too. He shook his head and then looked at you.

“Come on,” he said with a small smile. “Let me show you the kitchen.”

“Alrighty,” you agreed.

You walked with him behind the counter and into the back of the restaurant. The kitchen was huge, with everything you could ever need to make Italian food. And it was authentic. Joe showed you where they made dough, how they turned it into noodles or pizza crust. The massive cooler for all the fresh vegetables. They also had a garden behind the restaurant where they grew their own herbs.

“Joe, this is incredible,” you said, still looking around in awe.

“My dad was dedicated to being authentic,” he said. “So we’ve kept it the way he started it.”

“You shouldn’t change a thing,” you told him.

You were alone together in the kitchen, so he took this opportunity to pull you into his arms. He held you for a long moment, and you felt him shake as he released a breath. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him gently.

“Thanks,” he sniffled. “Being back is just bringing up a lot of emotions.”

“I’m here, baby,” you said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come on,” he said. “I’ve gotta show you how to make all this.”

“We’re gonna cook?” you asked, surprised.

“Course,” he said with a wink. He tossed you an apron. “You gotta learn if you’re gonna be a part of the family.”

You smirked. Then you tied the apron on, rolled up your sleeves, and got to work. His family joined you to help out as well, and Joe took every moment he could to flirt with you. When he showed you something, he stood behind you and put his arms around your waist. If he helped you get something, he reached over you, putting his chest to your face. If he was passing you and no one was around, he gave you a light pat on your ass. You had never had so much fun.

Together, you and the Mazzellos prepared a huge meal for everyone there to see Joe and meet you. Joe’s family was just as fun as he was. They poked fun at him - in the most loving way possible - and welcomed you warmly. As you all sat down to eat, Joe said a quick prayer. Then you dug in to the food.

“Oh my God,” you moaned as you took the first bite. “This is delicious!”

They laughed with you. Sharing a meal with them was like nothing you had ever experienced. Everyone at the table got a say in any discussion, even the children. In fact, Joe frequently consulted them. It seemed that Uncle Joe was a popular person. Many people had questions for you, and Virginia made a special effort to make you feel included. Not that she had to try too hard. You already felt like one of them.

After your meal, they opened a bottle of wine. When the glasses were distributed, you made a toast. Then, Virginia pulled you aside. You followed her to one of the small tables on the patio and sat across from her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said. “Joe’s been talking about you since he got home and we were all so anxious.”

“I’m glad I don’t disappoint,” you replied.

“Never,” she said. “All I want is for Joe to be happy. He’s been burned in the past and I just want to protect him.”

“Of course you do,” you returned. “You’re an amazing mother. I can’t promise you that Joe and I will end up together because I’m not sure how this will go yet.”

“How do you feel about Joe?” she asked.

You took a moment to form a response. There were so many things you admired about Joe. His humor, his wit, his good heart. The way he made you feel understood and loved. The way you could rely on him. Tears suddenly stung your eyes.

“Oh!” Virginia gasped when she noticed. “Well, then. That tells me all I need to know.”

“I love him,” you choked out anyway.

It felt good to say it to someone. You were in love with Joe. But he hadn’t said it to you, so you weren’t sure about saying it to him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said graciously.

She paused a moment before continuing.

“It’s funny, seeing you two together,” she said. “I’m reminded of myself and Mr. Mazzello. The way you seem so at ease with one another and have fun. But behind all of it...I see the depth of what you feel. I know you’d be there for him when things got rough, just as he would be there for you.”

“Joe has been the most solid connection I’ve had,” you said. “He’s never let me down. Truly, Mrs. Mazzello, I see a future with him. Especially after today.” You took a moment to take a breath since your emotion was threatening to overwhelm you again. “I see it so clearly.”

“I’m touched that he means so much to you,” she said, opening her arms. “Come here, Y/N.”

You melted into her and let out a small sob. It hit you so suddenly how much you loved Joe and it had caught you off guard. When you settled down, she wiped your cheeks before kissing them. You beamed at each other.

Joe spoke to his mother next, while you went to chat with his siblings. Virginia took her son in her arms and held him for a quick moment before they sat down together.

“So, how’d it go with Y/N?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “She cares for you, Joe.”

“I hope so,” he said with a chuckle.

“No, listen to me, honey,” she said. “I asked her point blank how she felt about you. And she started to cry. You mean a great deal to her.”

Joe flushed, both pleased and distressed by his mother’s words. He hated that you had gotten upset, but he was also touched by the sentiment. He had confessed that he was falling in love with you. Was now the time to tell you that he was there? He was so madly in love with you that he’d do anything in the world for you?

Inside, you had begun talking to Joe’s siblings, but his nieces and nephew quickly interjected.

“What’s your favorite thing about Uncle Joe?” you asked them.

“He’s fun!” his oldest nephew cried. “He always plays with us when the grown ups are being boring.”

“What’s your favorite game to play with him?” you asked.

“Tickle monster!” they all agreed.

“Do you want him to get married?” you wondered.

“Yes!” said his niece eagerly. “That way he can have babies too, and we’ll have even more cousins to play with!”

“Do you wanna have babies with Uncle Joe?” asked his other nephew.

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Then you smiled.

“Very much.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John and Mary grin at one another.

All too soon, the sun went down and it was time for you to go. You said warm goodbyes to everyone before Joe led you out to the car that was waiting for you.

“What a great day,” he said, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“It was wonderful,” you said. “Do you think if we asked nicely, they’d let us do it again?”

He chuckled. “Afraid not, babe. But hey, I’ll see you again soon.”

You looked into his eyes. He felt the brutal urge to tell you now that he was fully in love with you. He opened his mouth to let it out, but then closed it again. Something in his heart was telling him to wait.

Your brow furrowed. You were hoping Joe would say “I love you.” When he didn’t you were a bit disappointed.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “Yeah, I just...I had such a good time today and I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you said.

You rested your head against his chest, not ready to let him go. You got a sudden burst of bravery.

“Joe, I -”

You stopped yourself. Why were you hesitating?

“Yes?” he pressed.

“I...I really am gonna miss you.”

His face fell, and you felt terrible. Why was this so hard to say? Perhaps because it meant so much.

“I’ll see you at the rose ceremony,” he said with a smile.

He kissed you once more. Then he opened the car door and you slid inside. You whispered a tearful goodbye to him, which he returned. Then he closed the door. The driver started down the street. You hung your head in your hands.

“That was stupid,” you said to the camera. “I should have just told him.”

Little did you know, Joe was giving himself the exact same lecture. His only regret in the journey so far was not telling you just then that he loved you. He hoped it didn’t cost him a rose.

From New York, you flew back to Los Angeles for Rami’s hometown. The first three had gone so well, you had high hopes for the last. Rami’s family lived in Sherman Oaks. Most of his extended family was in Egypt, so - like Gwilym’s hometown - you would just be meeting his parents and his siblings. You were a bit nervous going in, since he had mentioned that his sister was protective.

All nerves melted away when you saw him. You surged forward to get to him and planted an enthusiastic kiss on him. He laughed into it, and held you tight.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said.

“I’m glad to see you too!” you returned.

“I know you’re familiar with Los Angeles, so I wasn’t sure what we could do today,” he said. “But I thought of just a tour of where I grew up.”

“That’s perfect,” you said. “The whole idea is to get to know you better.”

“Awesome, let’s get started!”

For your tour of Rami’s corner of Los Angeles, you had scooters. They were ridiculously fun, even though frightening at first. Rami took you all over Sherman Oaks. He showed you his high school, where a few big name actors had also attended. He took you around his neighborhood, pointing out houses where his friends once lived, and the times they had together. You stopped at a park, where you got some ice cream and sat on a bench together.

“So, it seems like you enjoyed growing up here,” you said.

“I did,” he replied hesitantly.

You frowned. “What is it?”

“Y’know, growing up here was amazing,” he said. “But after 9/11, things changed. People say California is so progressive and welcoming, but after that happened, my family was treated differently, even here.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, taking his hand. “That’s terrible.”

“We stopped speaking Arabic in public,” he said. “We tried even harder to assimilate. My father took down the Egyptian flag we used to hang outside. Even though we aren’t Muslim...or from the country that attacked that day...we were Middle Eastern enough for people to suddenly suspect us.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” you told him. “That’s just...horrible. And so brutally unfair.”

“It is,” he said. “Eventually, things settled down again, and our neighbors warmed back up. But it was never really the same. In school, I always felt like I was struggling. Having to tell people how to pronounce my name, only to have them butcher it or say it with some offensive accent. It wasn’t easy.”

He took a deep breath.

“But I’m really proud of my heritage,” he said. “I am Egyptian. No matter the generation or where I grew up. It’s part of me.”

“That’s beautiful, Rami,” you said. “You should be proud.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he replied. “I just wanted to tell you this because my hometown isn’t all great memories. Parts of growing up were very difficult for me. And I wanted you to understand.”

“Believe me, I’m glad to listen to every part of how you grew up,” you said. “The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want to support you and help you through it.”

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“You’re even more so,” you returned.

You kissed him with a smile.

You didn’t stay out too much longer before you headed to his parents’ home. It was a decent sized suburban house, and you hoped his mother would appreciate the flowers. Rami told you to skip the wine because his parents didn’t drink. Out of respect for their home, you decided you would not partake while there. Rami told you how much he appreciated it.

When you walked up to the door, you gulped. You were always nervous right before meeting them. Then Rami kissed your cheek swiftly before opening the door.

As soon as you were into the foyer, Rami’s brother crashed into him.

“Rami!” he cried, engulfing him into a hug.

Though he and his brother were twins, they had their distinctions. Rami was slimmer and just an inch or two shorter. Sami was broader with a more relaxed air about him.

“Oh, this must be Y/N,” Sami said as he released his brother. “I’m Sami. It’s nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Sami, are they -” Rami’s sister, Jasmine, came into the hall and stopped herself. “They are!”

She went to Rami and hugged him similarly to Sami. His parents appeared behind their daughter and grinned at the sight. You went over to them and offered the flowers.

“For you, Mrs. Malek,” you said.

She grinned. “Thank you, Y/N.”

His father also shook your hand before calling his children back with him to the kitchen. Mrs. Malek, whose name was Nelly, put the flowers into a vase. Mr. Malek, whose name was Said, checked on something in the oven which smelled delicious. You told him so and they thanked you.

“So, how’s it been so far?” Sami asked. “Been anywhere exciting?”

“We’ve been to Asheville, North Carolina,” Rami said. “Then we went to London.”

“Oh, I love London,” Jasmine interjected.

“It was amazing,” Rami told her. “And after that we went to Killarney, Ireland.”

“How fun!” Nelly said.

“We had a great time in Killarney,” you said, looking fondly at Rami and recalling your magical one on one date.

“It was beautiful,” Rami agreed. “Especially the company.”

He put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you as you giggled. You caught a disgusted look on Jasmine’s face, which discouraged you. You had the sense that she would take a while to warm up to you. Unfortunately, you only had one evening to change her mind.

Rami’s parents were incredibly kind. His mother was already teaching you some Arabic as you helped her prepare more food. It was just simple words here and there, but she told you that you were doing a great job. Meanwhile, Rami spoke to his siblings in the living room.

“Rami, I hate to be the wet blanket here,” Jasmine said. “But what are you doing?”

“Enjoying an evening with my girlfriend and family,” he replied. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve known this girl barely two months,” she continued. “All while she’s been dating thirty other men.”

“I know what I signed up for,” he said.

“I still don’t understand why you even signed up,” she snapped.

“Hey, calm down,” Sami said. “Love happens in crazy ways. Who's to say this isn’t how it’s meant to work out for Rami?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Jasmine said. “How can she really love you if she is also falling in love elsewhere? And what about your career?”

“What about it?” Rami demanded.

“Don’t you think you should wait for marriage and a family until you’ve established yourself more as an actor?” she wondered. “This is a huge commitment.”

“We’ve talked about it,” he said. “She knows that we could balance it.”

“Probably not the way she’s thinking,” she said. “I saw her on the last season. This girl is ready to settle down properly. Is that something you want?”

“We can talk more about it,” Rami said. “Right now, all I need for you to do is be my sister and support me.”

“I am doing that,” she said. “And one day, you’ll see just how much.”

With that, she swept from the room. Rami scowled.

“She’s making some good points, Rami,” Sami said.

“No, she isn’t,” Rami argued. “This is something Y/N and I have already discussed and worked out.”

Sami sighed. “Alright then.”

Dinner was ready within the next few minutes. It went smoothly. You liked Rami’s family and the way they interacted. Teasing and fun, but with lots of love. Rami was clearly the apple of his mother’s eye especially.

When dinner was over, Jasmine asked to speak to you. You were glad for the chance because you wanted to be close to her if it was you and Rami at the end of this. Together, you went out to the back porch and took seats on the cushioned wicker furniture.

“Y/N, I want to start by saying that I don’t have a problem with you personally, but this process makes no sense to me,” she began.

“I understand that,” you said. “It’s difficult for lots of people to understand unless you’re in it. But it’s just a way for people to find love. Like any dating app or even the traditional stuff. It just happens to be on TV as well.”

“But the expectation is not traditional,” Jasmine said. “The idea is to get engaged after just two months.”

“It seems fast, but believe me, the feelings are real,” you told her. “What I feel for Rami...that’s real. Whether other people understand it or not.”

“But you also have real feelings for three other men,” she pointed out.

That stung. You understood why the families were concerned about this. They didn’t want their loved one to be the one to get hurt. But this was the process that you all signed up for, and you were growing tired of this being thrown in your face.

“I do,” you said. “But every relationship is different.”

“So, tell me what you and Rami have discussed about life outside of this,” she said. “You know he wants to be an actor.”

“He already is an actor,” you replied. “We’ve talked about how we would balance schedules with each other and if we have children.”

Jasmine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she looked at you, a hard expression in her eyes.

“Rami is ambitious about his acting career,” she said. “Now isn’t the time for him to be getting married and starting a family.”

You wanted to flare up and scream at her, but you held back.

“Don’t you think that’s something Rami should decide for himself?” you countered.

“Y/N, listen to me,” she said. “I’m not saying this to be a bitch. I’m saying this for both your sakes. Let’s say this goes well and you and Rami get engaged. If you have to wait for his acting career to take off before you can be a mother, you are going to resent him. If he sacrifices his aspirations in order to stay where he is and be with you, he is going to resent you. He’s not ready.”

“Why would he come on this show if he’s not ready?” you challenged, trying not to let her words take root in your heart. But you couldn’t deny the truth of them.

“Probably because - like anyone - he does want love,” she said. “But he’s not ready for the commitment you want from him.”

You let that sink in. Tears welled up in your eyes. You were still falling in love with Rami, and hated the thought of saying goodbye to him.

“Excuse me,” you said, getting up from your seat.

You walked out into the yard and around the side of the house, sniffling. A tear slid down your cheek. This was the last thing you expected from his family. For them to tell you that even if you and Rami love each other, these things would get in the way. It hurt so much to hear because Jasmine was right. You were afraid of resentment building if either of you had to wait for your dreams.

“Hey.”

You turned and saw Rami standing there, a little winded and looking concerned.

“What did she say?” he demanded when he saw you crying.

You broke down and told him. He heaved a sigh and pulled you into his arms.

“Y/N, don’t listen to that,” he said. “We can figure out how to plan our lives after an engagement. We don’t have to get married and have kids right away, we’ve got a lot of time.”

You pushed him away.

“Is that what you think I want?” you asked. “To just be indefinitely engaged? Without a plan? To basically be dating each other after this?”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I understand you want a serious commitment, and I’m willing to give that to you if I have to.”

“If you have to?” you questioned. “Rami, I need someone who really, really wants that. I’m upset because I think Jasmine is right. We don’t want the same things going back into the world after all this.”

His eyes filled with tears too. “I want you, Y/N. I love you.”

You blinked and looked at the ground. “I don’t know if that’s enough.”

He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, and you couldn’t look at him.

“So...what do we do?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

You stood there a brief moment, wondering where to go from here.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” you said.

“I’m not either,” he said.

“At least we can agree on that,” you said with a humorless laugh.

Another beat passed.

“I need to go,” you said. “I have a lot to think about.”

“Y/N, please…” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just have to go.”

With that, you walked out to the front of the house. You couldn’t say goodbye to his family like this, not when you were falling apart. Alone, you went to the car that was waiting for you and climbed into the back seat, closing the door behind you. As you pulled away, you looked into the camera.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you said. “I really just don’t know.”

The next day, you woke still conflicted. You had a rose ceremony that night, and you had to decide who to send home. Rami’s hometown date had been the least successful, but it opened your eyes to what might happen if you went down this road with him. But you also felt confused about Joe because of the moment before you left and he didn’t tell you he loved you. But Gwilym hadn’t either. The only one you were sure was getting a rose so far was Ben. His family was sweet, and you had no doubts about where you stood with him. You were absolutely ready to move forward with that relationship. The others...you had to consider and weigh your options.

You were meeting the men back at the Bachelor Mansion, where the journey began. Chris stood out front, where you had been night one to meet the men. The remaining four were arriving one by one before going into the rose ceremony.

Joe was the first to arrive. He smiled at Chris as he walked up to shake his hand.

“Joe, how are you?” Chris asked politely.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” Joe answered. “I think my hometown could have ended better, but I hope that’s not enough to lose a rose tonight.”

“Well, good luck, my friend,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside.”

“Thanks,” Joe replied.

He walked through the house and into the courtyard. He stood to one side and looked at the little table with just three roses on it.

Rami arrived next. He couldn’t smile just yet.

“Rami, how’re you doing?” Chris asked.

“I’m anxious,” Rami said. “Things didn’t go well on the hometown date and I...I wish I had more time to talk to her before all this.”

“If the connection is there, she knows how to move forward,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and good luck.”

“Thank you, Chris,” Rami said.

He followed Joe’s path. He finally grinned when he saw Joe and the two embraced. Then Rami spotted the roses and swallowed, wondering if he would get one.

Ben was third to arrive. He had a wide smile on his face.

“What’s up, buddy?” Chris asked as they shook hands and clapped each other on the shoulder. “You look happy.”

“I am happy,” Ben said. “I think things went really well, so I’m feeling confident about tonight.”

“That’s great to hear,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and best of luck to you.”

“Thank you,” Ben replied.

He walked into the courtyard and he was pleased to see Joe and Rami already there. He gave them both quick hugs before taking his place in line.

Finally, Gwilym arrived. He straightened his tie as he stepped out of the limo and approached Chris.

“Gwilym, how are you?” Chris asked as they shook hands.

“I’m nervous,” Gwil admitted. “But I think everything went well enough. I just hope she feels the same way I do.”

“I hope so too,” Chris said. “Go ahead in and good luck.”

“Thank you so much,” Gwilym returned.

He too made his way to the courtyard, where the other three men stood. They all embraced him when he arrived, but quickly resumed their spots. Things had changed between them now that it was more serious. They all considered each other friends, and they respected one another, but there was some tension now. They waited.

You were the last one to get there. As you walked into the courtyard in your gown, you took a deep breath. You had made up your mind, but now you had to go through with it. You were going to hurt someone you cared a lot about - someone you loved - and that was never easy.

“Hi,” you said meekly as you looked at the four men before you. “Thank you all for being so gracious and allowing me to meet the important people in your life. I felt truly honored. I got a glimpse into what the future would be like with each of you, and it really helped me see who has the most potential to be my husband.”

Rami hung his head at these words. Then he looked at you again as you picked up the first rose.

“Ben,” you said.

He let out a sigh and walked up to you.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?” you asked.

“I will,” he replied.

You pinned it to his jacket. You picked up the second.

“Gwilym,” you called.

His body relaxed at the sound of his name and then he approached you.

“Gwilym, will you accept this rose?”

“Of course I will.”

You pinned it on and he kissed your cheek before returning to his spot. Your heart began to pound inside your chest. Chris came out and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, gentlemen,” he said. “This is the final rose tonight. Whenever you’re ready.”

He let go and you inhaled deeply. The exhale was slow and shaky. With a trembling hand, you picked up the last rose. You looked at Rami and you looked at Joe. Your eyes watered.

“Joe,” you choked out.

Joe’s relief was written all over his face as he walked over to you.

“Joe, will you accept this rose?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

“I will, Y/N, thank you,” he replied.

He had to help you put it on since your hands were so unsteady. Then he gave you a quick hug before returning to his spot.

“Rami, I’m sorry,” Chris said. “Take a moment, say your goodbyes.”

Rami was shaken. He had hoped that you could move past what Jasmine said and work through those issues together. Especially since you told him you weren’t ready to say goodbye. And here you were, saying it anyway.

He gave short hugs to the remaining men, who all whispered some words of comfort to him. Then he slowly walked to you. You had tears streaming steadily down your face. You tried to inhale, but you were short of breath.

“Can I - can I walk you out?” you asked through a sob.

“Yeah,” he said gently.

You took his hand and started back inside the mansion to exit through the front door. When you got to the driveway, you stopped and sat him down on a bench.

“I’m so sorry, Rami,” you whimpered. “I just...I don’t ever want to hold you back. You’re so talented and you’ve got so much to give, and I never want to stand in your way.”

“I don’t think you would…” he said.

Rami was numb. He still could hardly believe it was ending.

“I would,” you sobbed. “I want to settle down and have someone who comes home every night to me and the kids, y’know? And with what you want out of your life, that could never be us. As much as I care about you…”

He blinked and you saw a tear roll down his cheek slowly.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Rami,” you replied. “But that kind of love isn’t enough to have a successful marriage between people as different as we are.”

A beat passed and you sniffled again.

“I want you to know that you’re amazing,” you said. “My feelings for you are so deep and so real, and that’s why this hurts so much. You deserve a successful career and someone who can be there for you through it. But that’s just not me.”

“I understand,” he said.

He began to move, as if suddenly gaining feeling back in his limbs.

“This is where we say goodbye, then,” he said.

“Goodbye, Rami,” you returned.

He hugged you. You held him for a moment, but you knew you had to let him go.

“When you win an Oscar, I’ll be cheering for you,” you teased, forcing a smile through your tears.

He chuckled halfheartedly. “Thanks. Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye,” you breathed.

With that, he opened the door and climbed in. You closed it and watched the tail lights disappear through the gate. You let out one final sob and dabbed at your eyes.

Rami, once inside the car, put his head in his hands and tried to breathe. He released a small whine, but kept his face covered. Then he took a deep breath and moved his hands to wipe his face.

“God,” he sighed. “I’m...I hate this. I really wanted to be with her and I hate that she couldn’t see a future anymore. F**k.”

He paused.

“I still love her.”

Back at the mansion, you had your makeup touched up before returning to the three men you had left. Your nose still ran and bit, and your eyes were still red and puffy, but you went to them anyway. They offered sympathetic smiles as you walked up.

“So, um,” you began, voice shaking again. “That was really difficult. But, I really am happy to be moving forward with all of you.”

Joe handed you a glass of champagne. They all already held one.

“Next week is a big week,” you said. “It’s fantasy suites, and where we’re going really is a fantasy.”

“Where is it?” wondered Ben.

“Gentlemen, we are going to New Zealand!”

They cheered and toasted to that. You hoped you were ready for the overnight dates. But you looked at the faces of each of these men and smiled. You were ready. You absolutely trusted them with your heart.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years ago

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The Girl Next Door (Part 4) - Alright

Summary: Dean helps Sam through a hard morning and the reader bumps into Dean at work...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Dean’s POV

“Pancakes?” asked Dean when Avy trudged into the kitchen the next morning, taking a seat at the table besides a grumpy Sam. She groaned and threw her head down on the table, Sam almost smiling at her. “Avy, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I don’t wanna go to day camp,” she grumbled. “I want to stay home with daddy.”

“Well you were very excited to go not that long ago. West is gonna be there and Jenna and…” trailed off Dean, looking to Sam for help.

“A lot of your friends from school will be there. You’ll get to play games and sports. It’ll be way more fun than daycare was last year, I promise,” he said.

“Do I have to go everyday?” she asked.

“Not everyday,” said Sam, tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling at the messy braid she’d tried to do herself. “Once I’m a little better, you can stay home with me and we can play.”

“Fine,” she grumbled. Dean didn’t say anything more as he made up breakfast, Sam redoing Avy’s hair for her. Dean got Avy out the door after only one more protest and into the car of another parent who was taking the kids to camp that day.

“Hey, grumples,” said Dean as he walked back into the kitchen. Sam nearly glared at him, Dean raising an eyebrow. “Want to go get dressed?”

“I can do it myself,” said Sam. He stood up on his own and headed upstairs, Dean on his tail. Sam nearly slammed the bedroom door in his face, Dean catching it and stepping inside. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey. You had a little set back. That’s it. Stop being so pissed this morning. You know Avy can tell and it puts her in a bad mood too,” said Dean. Sam shoved him back against the door, leering down at his brother. Dean stayed relaxed though, Sam sighing as he shut his eyes. He shoved against Dean again but grabbed his shoulders this time.

“I’ve been dizzy since I got up this morning,” said Sam quietly, leaning his head against Dean. “Like really dizzy.”

“Okay. Can I sit you down on the bed?” asked Dean softly.

“Yeah,” said Sam. Dean arranged himself so he would catch Sam if it came to that and then walked him over to the mattress. He sat Sam back against the headboard and shoved a few pillows around him so he wouldn’t go anywhere. He left to get some water from the bathroom, returning to find Sam with his knees pulled into his chest and his chin resting on top of them.

“Here,” said Dean, getting out the medicine from the bottle in his nightstand, pouring two into his hand and handing them out to Sam. He popped them in his mouth and took the water Dean offered, returning to his position as Dean sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t take the medicine when I got up cause it makes me so freaking tired and I just want it all to go away but it won’t. It might never go away,” said Sam, a shaky breath escaping him.

“Sammy,” said Dean, peeling off one of Sam’s beanies he’d taken to wearing 24/7. Sam turned away, Dean getting a full view of the healing stitches on top of his head. “If I could trade places with you, I would. I’d do it in a heartbeat, I would.”

Sam looked back at him, about to speak when Dean lifted his chin.

“Hey. I’m your big brother. That’s my job, to take care of you,” said Dean with a smile. “Just let it out.”

“Let what out?” said Sam.

“Just cry and scream and shout however you to and get it out of your system. Stop with the brave face, alright? You did the same thing with Jess. You shoved it down until you popped and still you dove headfirst into work when you came out of it. Well you ain’t doing that this time. So let it out,” said Dean.

“I’m terrified,” said Sam with a smile, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Of dying. Of leaving Avy alone with two dead parents at only six years old. I don’t think I’ll ever practice law again. I’m scared to drive a car ever again. I can’t even take a shower by myself...I’m scared of everything, De.”

“Well that’s okay,” said Dean.

“No it’s not,” said Sam, staring at his brother.

“Every time in life you’ve been scared, what do I say to you?” asked Dean.

“It’ll be alright,” he mumbled.

“How’s that worked out so far?” asked Dean.

“This is different.”

“Okay. It’s different. It’s still going to be alright,” said Dean, gently leaning forward and running a finger near Sam’s stitches. “You shouldn’t be alive. You had a chunk of metal in your head. It was literally sticking out of you, Sammy. You shouldn’t even be able to be walking and talking. But guess what? You are. You’re strong Sammy. I know you’re tired of being exhausted and dizzy and feeling helpless. You’ve had a hard few weeks. I know. But I also know how strong you are and that you’ll get through it. So when you get tired, you tell me and I will help you. Okay?”

Sam nodded, Dean pulling his beanie back on his head.

“Take a nap. I’m not working tomorrow so we’ll do something fun, get you out of the house,” said Dean. “Maybe even invite Eileen?”

“Shut up,” smiled Sam.

“You want to stay in your pajamas or let the hot nurse change you later?” teased Dean.

“You’re unbearable,” said Sam, rolling his eyes. “Give me something clean. I can change myself.”

“Alright, alright,” said Dean, going to Sam’s closet and coming back with a pair of loose shorts and a simple white v neck. Dean turned away while Sam dressed on the bed, surprisingly quickly too. When he finished, Dean went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth, wiping off Sam’s face. “Now you ain’t so stinky for the cute girl.”

“Go to work, loser,” said Sam, laying back on the bed.

“You think of something fun for us to do tomorrow, deal?” asked Dean.

“Okay, De,” mumbled Sam, burrowing his face in his pillow. It didn’t take long for Sam to fall asleep with the medicine in his system, Eileen at the door ten minutes later. Dean gave her the rundown on what had happened the night before but she didn’t seem too overly concerned which eased a few of his worries.

He was halfway out the front door when he glanced over to Y/N’s porch. She was curled up on the seat with a cup of coffee in her hand and her laptop out, furiously typing away with one hand. There was a tuft of hair sticking up in the back but Dean didn’t want to interrupt her. She looked lost in her own little world over there.

And then he proceeded to trip down the last step and nearly do a face plant on the front path. She must have heard because she popped her head up, Dean quickly on his feet and flashing her a thumbs up.

“All good!” he said. She shook her head and smiled, a soft and goofy little smile, as she turned back to her computer. Dean felt his face heat up when he had his back to her and headed over to Baby, climbing inside with a smile of his own.

Reader’s POV

“Okay, 1209 Main…” you said, doing your last drop off just before noon. It looked like a garage, not the typical customer for your kind of business but the cake and platter of cookies was for a retirement party and you figured they wanted to make it special for the guy. You rang the phone number on the order, a sweet southern voice picking up.

“Hunter’s garage. How may I help you today?” he said.

“Hi, may I speak to a Benny Lafitte?” you asked.

“Speaking, cher,” he said with a chuckle.

“Hi Mr. Lafitte. This is Y/N from Sinful Sweets. I have your order right out front,�� you said.

“Oh, thank you. One of the other boys has got boss man out of the shop so you can bring it right on in,” he said.

“Sure thing,” you said as you hung up. You grabbed the two pink boxes, not a huge cake by any means, probably only five or six guys worked there if you had to guess. You walked in through the open double garage doors, heading over to the front desk where a man was walking out from an office.

“Well thank you very much, darling,” he said, taking the boxes from you and setting them on the counter. “We’ve heard wonderful things about your bakery business.”

“Oh. Well that’s very flattering of you to say,” you said with a smile.

“Deano says your chocolate chips are to die for,” he said.

“Deano? Dean Winchester?” you asked, spotting a tuft of brown hair walk around from the front of a car.

“Hey!” he said with a big smile, coming over to lean against the counter. He had grease on his face and hands, Benny eyeing him up and down. “I didn’t know you delivered your own stuff too.”

“Normally I don’t. My summer hire for delivery has the day off,” you said.

“Coconut cream. I bet this cake is going to be amazing,” said Dean to Benny.

“You’re hopeless, brother,” said Benny, rolling his eyes and slapping Dean on the back. “Come on. I ain’t paying you to flirt with pretty girls.”

“You ain’t my boss yet,” smirked Dean.

“As of five tonight I am. Five minutes. I only got you a few hours a week and you’re officially the second best mechanic we have at five tonight so-”

“Oh, I don’t want to get Dean in trouble,” you said, Dean rolling his eyes at Benny.

“I’m just messing with him, cher. Deano and I go back to what, fifth grade? New kid in town. Deano has a habit of taking the new kids in under his wing,” said Benny.

“I do not,” said Dean.

“Uh, first it was Cas in what, first grade? Me in fifth, then Garth in ninth-”

“Sounds like he’s got a point, Dean,” you teased.

“Well sounds like you’re the newest new kid around,” said Benny, flashing Dean a wink. “You’re welcome.”

“Go put up some streamers that Bobby’s going to hate, doofus,” said Dean.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around, Ms. Sinful Sweets,” said Benny, smiling as he walked away with the boxes. Dean sighed and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Sorry about him. You know how guys can be,” he said.

“I like him,” you said, Dean chuckling. “So your boss is retiring?”

“Mhm. Bobby. He’s actually Sammy and mine’s uncle. My Aunt Ellen finally convinced him to retire. The whole thing with Sam a few weeks ago...they want to get out there and do stuff before it’s too late, you know? Benny’s normally his backfill anyways. He’ll do a good job,” he said.

“I’m surprised you’re not the new boss,” you said.

“I was offered first but I can’t really commit the time with Sam and everything right now,” he said.

“Well, I think that’s very sweet of you. Maybe once Sam’s feeling better you and Benny could co-run the place,” you said.

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t think I’m boss material. You run a business. You know how hard it is.”

“I got faith you could,” you said.

“That makes one of us,” he said with a smile.

“Sam doing any better this morning?” you asked, Dean scratching his cheek, getting a splotch of grease on himself.

“Yeah. He’s okay. He’s got this handled. He’s just a bit impatient,” he said, looking over your head. He pursed his lips and put his hands in his pockets, staring down at his feet. “Actually this morning was a bit rough. Medically he’s fine. He got pretty scared though. I really fucking hate seeing him like that. I’m going to get him out of the house tomorrow. I think that’ll be good for him.”

“That sounds like a good idea. He was always go go go it seemed,” you said. You rubbed his arm, Dean glancing down at where you were touching. “You okay too?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Y/N,” he said, a small grin crossing his face. “We still on for Saturday?”

“Well I did have a date with this ridiculously hot guy but he had to cancel on me so I suppose I can hang out with you,” you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Same thing happened to me! Darn hot people,” he said, smirking at you. You bit your bottom lip, giggling to yourself when he wiped more grease across cheek. “Something on my face?”

“Just a little. I’ll see you later,” you said.

“Later, sweetheart.”

“Hello?” you said as you answered your phone a few hours later.

“Hey, Y/N. This is Sam, Winchester. I got your number from Dean if that’s okay,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s cool. What’s up, Sam?” you asked. “Need something?”

“I just...wanted to say thanks. Last night. I know you took care of me, all of us. Especially Avy. I appreciate that,” he said.

“You Winchesters are all the same, I swear,” you said as you laughed. “It’s fine Sam. As long as you’re healthy, I’m good.”

“I got a favor to ask if that’s okay,” he said.

“Shoot,” you said, hopping up on your counter.

“Eileen has to run to her other patient for the day and it looks like Dean’s hung up at our Uncle’s retirement party,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“Want to come hang out?” you asked.

“Thank you for not making me ask,” he said quietly.

“Ask what?” you teased. “Have Eileen drop you off. I got some new frosting flavors you can try out for me while you’re here.”

“Red velvet and orange creamsicle are a go. Blackberry needs some work,” you said, jotting it down while Sam was licking his lips clean. “You got a super taste like Dean?”

“No. I think that only applies to him and pie but he’ll never turn down a free dessert,” said Sam. He looked around your kitchen, tilting his head at the pile of work papers you had shoved at one end of the table. “Y/N. Can I ask how long you’ve been in business?”

“About a year, a little less,” you said. “Since I moved in here.”

“Eileen says you guys used to live about an hour away?” he asked. “In Kansas City?”

“Yeah,” you said. “We were roommates back in school. She tell you I drop out too?”

Sam didn’t say anything. You smiled, writing a note to pick up some more blackberries.

“S’okay. I’m sure she has,” you said.

“I figured you realized you didn’t want to do that the rest of your life, be a doctor I mean,” he said.

“I never particularly wanted to be one but I’d probably still be in it if...we had a bad pile up one night. It was too much for me. I decided I wanted to do what I wanted to with my life,” you said. “Stop doing what I thought I was supposed to.”

“Hence the bakery?” he asked.

“Yeah. I always loved it. I love the baking side. The business side not so much but I don’t mind being small,” you said. “Self-employment ain’t that bad. Never got to ask the boss for time off either.”

“Well, I’m sort of unemployed at the moment if you ever want me to help out,” said Sam. “In exchange for your babysitting services that is.”

“I thought Avy went to camp during the day?” you asked.

“I meant me,” he said, cheeks pink for a moment.

“We’re just hanging out. I think you should rest though, Sam. You look tired,” you said. “Take a nap for a few minutes.”

“Dean said some stuff to me this morning. I don’t think I want to go back to being a lawyer,” he said. You lifted your chin, Sam looking around. “I worked too much. I want to spend more time with my girl, have a life again. You know?”

“I get that,” you said, Sam’s eyes going back to the stack of papers. “Sam. I don’t need a business partner. This is more to give me something to do than anything else. I don’t want to grow into some huge business either. I want to stay a mom and pop shop.”

“Alright,” he said, staring at you with big eyes and a little pout.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” you said, Sam smiling to himself. “How do you not get everything you want with a face like that?”

“Dean keeps yelling at me to stop giving him puppy dog eyes. It’s one of his weaknesses,” he said.

“I’m sure it is. So what interests you so much about the baking business?” you asked.

“Nothing. But you could use some organizational help, give you more time to focus on the baking side,” he said.

“Sam, you’d never in a million years come close to making what you do as a lawyer,” you said.

“I got a nest egg. I’m not worried about money. I worry about different stuff nowadays,” he said, rubbing his palm.

“How about once you are cleared to return to work, we revisit this conversation but until then, you are always free to come over during the work day if you get bored, hm?” you said.

“Deal.”

A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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drummerqueenrmt · 6 years ago

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Big Brother - Roger Taylor x reader (fluff)

Summary: you are in labour and your little son, Ben, is very excited about it.

Warnings: none really apart from a lot of fluff.

Notes: Hi! Thanks for reading my shit again! This is not mainly focus on reader’s relationship with Rog but on both of you as parents. I hope you like it as much as I do! Like/reblog/comment if you like it (please). Love you all 💛

You were pregnant.

Like… a lot.

You were more than pregnant to be honest.

You were having contractions.

You were in labour.

It wasn’t your first time. Roger and you already had a son, a beautiful little blondie called Ben. Although sometimes the genes of his father showed up, he was normally calmed and sweet. He was three years old by then and you knew it was the perfect time to give him some company.

And the time seemed to arrive.

You were calmed because the contractions weren’t happening close enough in time to be worried, you knew you had time to arrive to the hospital without a reason to panic. But… you also knew that Roger was going to panic. He was so excited with the idea of having a girl this time that he had been nervous since he knew the great news.

Luckily for you, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and he was deep asleep so you could get up and prepare the things. You called Freddie and Jim so that they would come up to pick up Ben, you packed the necessary things and changed your clothes. Only when you had all prepared you woke up Roger.

“Honey” You move his shoulder a little bit.

“Mmmm?” He slightly opened his eyes.

“We have to go”

“Where?”

“To the hospital, I’m in labour”

“Ok…” You knew his just awake brain needed time to process what was happening, so you just wait sitting on the bed for the storm to come. “WHAT?” There it was. He got up impossibly faster and started to take off his pijama awkwardly. “WE NEED TO HURRY”

“Rog… Calm down, honey. I already have all prepared” You approached him to help him with his clothes.

“We have to call somebody to take care of Ben, the bag is not prepared…”

“Fred and Jim are on his way to pick up Ben and the bag is packed, you only need to change your clothes and wake up Ben and I’ll wait by the door till the couple arrive, ok?”

“Ok…” He took deep breaths to calm himself a little. “The contractions are-?”

“We have time, they are not too close to each other, don’t worry” You caressed his cheek.

“Alright…” He pressed your hand against him. “I’m going to tell Ben” He kissed your palm and leave.

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“Hey, buddy…” Ben was deep asleep but he quickly opened his big blue eyes and turned when he heard the voice of his father. “Mum and dad had to go, ok?”

“Why?”

“Because your little sister wants to get out of mom’s belly”

“Oh!” He sat on the bed with excitement. “I am going to be a big brother soon?”

Roger smiled at him and disturbed gently his hair . “Yes, very soon” The little boy smiled back to his father. “You have to stay with uncle Fred and uncle Jim, ok?”

“Ok”

“You will come to meet your sister as soon as possible, I promise” He gave Ben a kiss on his forehead and helped him to prepare himself for when his uncles came. Then, they went downstairs just when the doorbell rang.

“Uncles to the rescue!”

You smiled at Fred, he was probably the most excited one. He adored Ben and you were sure that he was going to adore the little girl too. “Hi, boys”

“I’M GOING TO BE A BIG BROTHER!” You could hear your son behind you. Maybe he was the one who was more excited.

He was on Roger’s arms, both of them smiling happily “You’re going to be the best big brother ever” You told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He smiled at you and Roger passed him to Jim and a handed a little bag to Fred. “Here you have everything you need, we’ll call you as soon as the baby is here”

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll have fun till you call us, right Bennie?”

“YES!”

“He should sleep a little more”

“But I can’t sleep now, papa! I’M SO NERVOUS!”

You all laughed, he was so cute right now being that excited.

“Don’t listen to your father, you and I aren’t going to sleep” Fred winked at him and he tried to wink him back but he closed both eyes instead.

“You know… It’s not fair that I have to take care of two hysterical children at the same time…”

“Sorry, Jim…” You patted his back funnily. “Well… we have to go now, this is getting more and more intense”

“God! Yes! C’mon, everybody out”

You wave goodbye to everybody and got in the car. Roger was nervous again so you decided to put a hand on his leg trying to reassure him. “It’s ok, love”

“I know… but I can’t help myself. I can’t believe we are going to be parents again”

“But here we are” You both smiled to each other.

“And this time is a girl…” He paused for a while, organizing his thoughts. “You know I adore Ben but I already feel she’s going to be the best, girls are always the best”

“C’mon! Ben is the most adorable thing in the world”

“I’m not saying he isn’t, I’m just saying that I’m so happy to have a baby girl. Since the moment the doctor told us I just promise myself everyday that I’m going to protect her for the rest of life, and I’m not saying again that I’m not going to do the same with Bennie but… you know…”

“Babe, I know you are going to be the best father to her, but believe when I say that she’s going to know how to protect herself, her mother is going to be sure of that”

“Oh, I’m sure of it! She has the strongest women as a mother, she’s going to be a badass” You both laughed. “Well, here we are”

Once in the hospital all was pretty fast. Being your second labour things were easier than the first time and in less than 2 hours the little girl was with you. Roger did amazing as the first time, holding your hand strongly, kissing your forehead every time an intense contraction shaked your body, telling you how much he loved you and how good you were doing it. And once the doctors passed her to you and he saw her face, he couldn’t help himself and a couple of tears run down his cheek.

“She’s so beautiful…”

“Yes, she is, right?” You couldn’t help yourself neither and you felt your own tears running down your cheek. You gave her a little kiss on her forehead and looked at the drummer smiling. “She looks a lot like you”

“No way! She looks like you, c’mon! Maybe the eyes…”

“Do you want to pick her up?”

He smiled at you and held her carefully, giving her little pecks.

Once you were at the hospital room, Roger immediately called everyone with the good news. The firsts to arrive were John and Veronica, that arrived with a big teddy bear for the baby, then Brian appeared with a book for kids about animals and finally, Fred and Jim appeared with your little Ben. All the previous excitement now seemed to have turned into fear, he was hugging Fred’s leg and looking to both of you without knowing what to do.

“Hey, buddy! Come here” Rog crouched to pick Ben up, the little boy walked towards his father hesitantly. Once in his arms, the drummer approached him to the cradle were his new little sister was sleeping peacefully.

The eyes of the little blondie went wide when he saw her, any words capable of forming.

“What do you think? She’s cute, right?” His father asked and he nodded.

“She’s cuter than me…” He finally said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Hey… You are equally cute, champ”

“Your father is right, Bennie. Come here!” You opened your arms as a signal to Roger to pass you your son. He did carefully not to disturb you too much and once he was in your arms you hugged him strongly. “I know you are going to see that now your sister needs a lot of attention but it’s something normal, she is not capable of doing anything by herself now and we need to help, all of us, including you”

“Me?”

“Yes, you”

“Oh…”

“And now that she is here, it doesn’t mean that we don’t love you or that we love your less than before, ok?”

“Ok…” He wasn’t completely sure but he agreed.

“Hey, Ben! Do you want to hold her?” Roger told him with the baby in her arms.

“I don’t know…”

“C’mon! You’ll like it” You encouraged him, giving him a kiss on the head.

He followed his father commands not very sure of what he was doing. He sat next to his father on the sofa of the hospital room and he put the baby on her lap and told him to hold his head with hand and with the other to press her against his body. “Be careful, she’s very fragile now”

“If she is too heavy for you, passed her back to your father” You added to Roger’s warning.

“I am strong”

Everybody laughed “Yes, you are, sweetheart”

He stayed like that, with his little sister in his arms, a little pressed against his body to be able to support her weight better, looking at her. “What’s her name?”

“What do you want her name to be?” The drummer asked.

“Mmmm… it’s very difficult… I have a list at home”

“Have you done a list with possible names for the baby?”

“Yes, uncle Freddie helped me with it the other day”

“Did he?” You and Roger gave him a look and he smirked. “And do you have a favorite one?”

“Well…” He looked down to her sister again and smiled. “I think I want her to be called May”

“May? Like uncle Brian?”

“Yes, papa!”

“That’s so sweet of you, Bennie” His uncle said to him while trying with all his forces not to cry.

“There was a million names in that list using my name of one of my cats’ and he had to pick the one from Bian…” Freddie was complaining with his hand on his face.

“Sorry, Fred, it not my fault that the kid has good taste” Brian winked to him and he snorted in response.

“Are you sure, Ben?” Roger asked.

“Yes… please?”

The drummer looked at you and you smiled to him,. You had decided that your son was going to be the one to choose the name long ago. “Then she will be called May”

“YES!” That was too loud and May woke up, opening his eyes for the first time to Ben to see them. “Wow… she has blue eyes like me!”

“Yes, she looks a lot like you when you were born”

“Really?

“Yes, you both have the luck to look like your beautiful mother”

“That’s not true… you look like-”

Before you could add something more, Roger santed up to sit on the bed where you were and kiss you. “I’m so proud of you”

“Why?”

“Because you have given birth to two amazing human beings”

“You helped a little, you know” You smiled to him.

“Yeah… but you have literally carried them inside you, I can’t compete with that” You both laughed.

You placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “I’m so proud of you too, Rog”

“Of me? Why?”

“I was already proud of the musician but since we had Ben I am proud of the family man too”

“I repeat… Why?”

“Because you make the pregnancy much more easy, knowing every time what I need and how to make me feel better when I’m in my downs and, if that wasn’t enough, you are an amazing father. Right, Bennie?”

“Mmmm?” He was only paying attention to his little sister.

“Is dad a great father?”

“The best” He smiled.

“See… He adores you and you thought he was going to hate you”

Tears started accumulating in his eyes. “I love you”

“I love you too” You smiled to him and you kissed again.

“And why aren’t you married?” Ben said suddenly.

“What?” You asked your son.

“People marry people that loves, like uncle John with aunt Veronica”

You didn’t know what to answer to that and Roger seemed lost too but tried to explain it to Ben. “Look… some people who are in love decide to marry and other not but either way it’s ok”

“But… I want you to be married”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t know, papa… In the films all the princess end up marrying the prince and you say mum is your princess… you have to marry her”

“Yes, Rog, you have to marry her” John teased while laughing in a corner.

By that time you were both melting again at how cute your son was and panicking because you didn’t know how was going to end all of that.

“But son… This is not a film, this is real life and it’s ok not be married, that doesn’t mean I love your mother less”

“But then… how do you know you are going to be together forever?”

“I… I just simply know”

“No! You have to marry her! May wants that too”

Roger smiled at his words. “How do you know that?”

“I just simply know”

“Touche” Freddie said at the back.

Roger sat again next to him and took May in her arms. “Look… let’s going to do something. If this little angel when is capable of speak wants your mother and I to marry too I will ask her to be my wife, ok?” He looked at you insecure of your reaction but your sparkling eyes and your smile calmed him immediately.

“Ok! And when is she going to talk?”

“She needs months for that”

“Months?! That’s a lot! Can she learn faster?”

“I’m afraid not, Bennie”

“Well… I will teach her!”

“That’s nice but you have to be patient”

“I don’t like being patient”

“You got that from your father” You said gaining a disapproval look from Roger.

“Papi…”

“Yes?”

“I like holding her”

“Do you want to do it again?”

He nodded in excitement and took her again.

He was since then the best big brother ever.

And thanks to his insistence... Roger and you finally got married.

THE END

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In The Light Jimmy Page Fan Fiction Part 34

Part 34 Next Door with Nell

The door opened and a lovely woman stood there wearing a great smile. “Hello, Jill !” she exclaimed. As Jill handed Jake the pup to her, Nell said, “Oh my goodness, thank you so much !”

Nell was a dark haired young woman, about Jill’s age. She was obviously very pregnant from the looks of things. She seemed to be of Indian descent, was quite pretty and had a warm loving voice.

Jill, also with a big smile, said, “You’re very welcome. Glad we found him. It’s good to meet you.”

A little boy came running in and stood partially behind his mom. He held onto the leg of her jeans and spoke loudly. “You brought him back !! You found him ! Yay ! Thank you, thank you !” not addressing anyone in particular. As he took the puppy from his mom, he ran off to the other room.

Nell said, “That’s my son Ben. He’s five now. He was so happy when I told him you had Jake. Oh, my God, what if the pup had been lost for good, or met his end in the roadway ? He would’ve never gotten over it ! But, wow, have I learned. Thank you again.”

“Yes, I understand. But it was no trouble at all for us. We simply drove into the driveway and there he was !” said Jill.

“ Jill, let me pour you some tea, and we can chat. I notice from your sweet accent that you’re American.”

“Oh, yes, I just arrived here about 10 days ago. I’m from New York.”

“Oh my ! I had no idea. I predicted you’d been here a long while. It’s not easy to meet neighbors, with the homes being so far from each other in this neighborhood. A lot of privacy around here, isn’t there ?” Nell remarked.

Jill said, “Yes, there sure is. I assume you don’t know Jimmy. We met in New York and I’ve come to live with him here.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. No, I don’t know Jimmy. I’ve seen the man next door on occasion, and we wave if we see him in the yard or such. I assume he’s Jimmy, he doesn’t seem to be around much. Haven’t introduced ourselves yet. He’s very quiet. He seems private and we didn’t want to impose on his privacy. So, how do you like it here so far ?”

Jill said, “So far so good, but I haven’t been around town much. I don’t really know anyone here yet. The only people I know so far are Jimmy’s bandmates and their wives or girlfriends.”

“Bandmates ? So, he’s a musician. I didn’t know. Might I know of his group ?” she asked.

“You might. Led Zeppelin.”

“You’re serious ?” Nell asked, startled.

“Yes.” said Jill.

“We’ve been living next door to Jimmy of Led Zeppelin all this time and didn’t know it ? What a surprising bit of knowledge ! I’m a big fan of them ! So’s my husband, George. He’s going to be amazed. We don’t know any of our neighbors. It’s not right.” said Nell. “I’m glad we met. It’s hard being isolated here. And all my family is in India, so I don’t see them much. And I’ve been pretty lonely. And as you can see, I’m pregnant.”

“Yes, Nell, I see ! Congratulations ! When is the baby due ?” said Jill.

“He or she is due in two weeks. But we’re on the alert, it can happen anytime. Benny’s birth was pretty easy, so I’m hoping for the same with this little one. I’m a bit stressed over it.” said Nell.

“Oh, I totally understand your thinking. Sounds pretty reasonable to me. Although I’m not a mom. But, let me give you our number. I’m around a lot, so give me a call if you want to chat or need something. ” said Jill.

So, the women exchanged phone numbers. At that point, Ben came running into the room with the puppy. “Mommy ? Jake wants something to eat. He says he’s hungry and I am too. And, (addressing Jill) my name is Ben. What’s yours ?”

“I’m Jill. Nice to meet you. I live next door.” she said.

He put out his hand and held hers and shook it in a rough over exaggerated shake.

Jill smiled, and Nell said in a low whisper, “He’s a little precocious. Sometimes a little too smart for his own good. ”

He said, “Mom, what are you whispering ?”

Nell said, “Just alerting Jill on how sharp you are for such a young guy, sweetie.”

“Ohhh. I see. I am pretty sharp, I guess. And I can have nice manners sometimes too.” and he took Jill’s hand and petted it a little. He added, “You’re nice and I like your hair. It’s so looong and yellowish !”

Jill said, “How sweet of you to say such a lovely thing, honey. You’re a really nice young guy !”

Ben answered, “Thank you, but I need to go now. I have important stuff to do now. So mom, please call me if my food is ready.” and off he ran. Adorable. Very smart.

Nell fed the puppy then gave Benny a sandwich and milk, which he scarfed down then ran again. Things to do.

Jill and Nell sat and sipped tea and got to know each other. It was an extremely relaxed and pleasant afternoon. Jill learned that George was a realtor and was pretty successful at it. Nell herself was a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company, but took a break from that once Benny was born. She was an intelligent hard working woman, and now a full time mom. Possibly planning to go back to work at some point. So Jill invited her to her place next door in the very near future and Nell was glad to agree. After a couple hours, Jill said goodbye to the new friends and headed back. She was really glad to have met them.

And once Jill got back to Jim, he was done with his work and was very anxious to see her.

Jimmy greeted her with a warm embrace and kissed her on the mouth and face. He was smiling and sweet as usual. “Jill, just in time for dinner. Mrs. Kelly just finished making our dinner. Come and eat.”

They had a really delicious dinner with some great wine and talked about what they had done during the day. After Jill described all about Nell and Ben, she said, “ Do you mind if Nell comes over here next week to hang out with me ? We want to talk and I would like it if she came over.”

“Of course I don’t mind, angel. You live here, this is your place too, now. Feel free to have people over if you want. I’m glad you have people you know here now. You’re very friendly and social and there’s no reason for you to be isolated here. Anything you like, baby. I want you to be happy.”

Jimmy said, “Oh, so tomorrow is New Year’s Eve you know. And Jones called earlier while you were out and invited us to a gathering there. He has a nice place and a couple kids. Would you like to go ?”

“Yeah sure, I would love that. I like being with everyone, especially the exciting stuff.” Jill answered.

“Oh yeah, real exciting ! I’m interested to hang out there with everyone, but as far as exciting goes,….. The best part of going is having you next to me. Makes everything better for me.” he said.

“Jim, what a sweet thing to say. You’re amazing at sparking a fire in my heart. I feel it burning right now.“ she said in an inviting tone.

He stared at her with a longing expression and leaned toward her to place a smoldering kiss on her lips. She felt her heart beating harder, he was so unbelievably sexy. She put her hands behind his two gorgeous shoulders and massaged him there awhile, then onto his neck and into his hair and scalp. Just touching him like that excited her and had her aching for him.

He began to run his hands firmly up and down her back and around her waist and hips. He placed his mouth at the side of her neck and gently kissed her and nibbled her there and under her jaw by her throat. He had his other hand massaging the side of her head and running his fingers through her soft hair. She was blazing hot inside now and they naturally stood up and pressed their bodies against each other. He put two hands up the back of her shirt and felt the warm skin of her sexy back and shoulder blades. “You have me on fire for you now, darling,” he murmured in a soft scratchy voice.

“You are the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever been with. I need to have you now.” she said.

“You don’t even have to mention it,… you have me.” he said.

His house contained several huge rooms with tall ceilings and also many smaller rooms set off to the sides of them. Many rooms of varying sizes. All decorated interestingly. He took her hand and led her into the nearby cozy room where there was a soft fluffy floor covering in the center of it. They lay down on it and he started undressing her there, while urgently but passionately kissing her. She unzipped his jeans and slid them down his sexy hips and legs, then off. There was a big couch in there and some floor lamps and also, a bouquet of flowers in a vase. Tons of pillows and a couple of throw blankets. Appeared that a decorator planned out the beautiful décor.

Jimmy’s shirt was open wide but not off. Jill slowly ran her hands inside it, feeling the warm skin at his sides and along his perfect sexy back. His body was absolutely divine in every way. Just the smell and texture of his smooth skin was enough to take her breath away. He ran his hands slowly along and down the length of both of her long lovely legs, registering every inch of her flesh in his mind. He even needed to hold and feel each ankle and each foot, and kiss her there tenderly with the heat of anticipation in his focus. Jimmy said in a breathy whisper, “Your incredible body has me out of my mind.” She felt his hardness against her stomach and helped him off with the last pieces of his clothes. She pressed her warm hands all over him and massaged him in an extremely intimate sensual way. She repositioned herself and began to pleasure him with her mouth. He was absolutely loving it, closing his eyes with an intense look on his beautiful face. He was making some low humming noises, while he was in a state of lovely rapture. They had one of the hottest evenings of mind blowing sex imaginable. He was absolutely dizzy and drenched in perspiration and he didn’t want it to end. “What are you doing to me, woman.” he whispered roughly. After he returned to clarity, he said, “I was so entangled with you just now, I felt that I just had to stay like that with you. That was the most pure state of bliss I’ve been in since I can’t remember. I can’t let go of you. So please don’t runaway from me.”

“I’m not going anywhere… and I have no plans of letting go of you.” said Jill. So they lay there like that for awhile kissing and holding each other, and it was extremely heavenly.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Balance on the Head of a Pin*

Chapter Seventeen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC | Word Count: 5126 Warnings: Minor abuse, minor violence, French which may or may not be correct, Smut, NSFW

He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the door frame, stating loudly, “Such a ruckus so late in the evening. Why I am certain, not even the crows of Asgard are so noisy.” He may be seeing through a haze of red, ready to gut the woman who was the spitting image of her own abusive and unloving mother, but he would do nothing to make the children Lauren loved fear him.

Marabeth, dressed still in one of her boring suits, hair askew and makeup smeared, straightened quickly. Her head snapped around to level a look his way. “Children can be unruly. My apologies if they disturbed you.”

It was not the children but the garish woman herself who disturbed him. “Children are children. It is in their nature to be loud and often sticky.” He tilted his head, smiling for Sara. Her eyes showed no fear, only anger and a desire to protect her brother. A surge of pride filled him for she was strong, resilient, and a fighter. “I am sure your aunt would be happy to read to you again this evening. Collect a book, darlings and head for her room.”

Sara’s eyes lit up. “C’mon, Benny!” She jerked away from her mother, grabbed the same book as yesterday, took her brother’s hand and scurried out of the room past Loki before her mother could stop them.

The boy looked up at him with big eyes full of relief as he passed. Loki wanted nothing more than to skin the mother who’d put such a look on Benny’s face.

He moved through the door and shut it gently at his back, listening as the little feet hurried away. He let his eyes wander over the wrinkled, ill-fitting suit, the hair falling out of her coiffure, and the smear of mascara on Marabeth’s cheek.

The longer he looked at her, the more her interest piqued. Her assumption that he would ever look at her with any sort of desire was appalling. But, such seemed the nature of the women in this family; besides his Lauren of course.

Neither Cissy nor Marabeth seemed able to comprehend there was a man alive who would have zero interest in them. At least Magnolia had the good sense to be afraid of him, but she’d been so invested in Montgomery, she hadn’t bothered to look Loki’s direction.

He glided forward, coming to a stop inches from the woman. “There is a special place in Asgard for people such as you.” A piece of hair had slipped free of her tight coil of hair. Loki lifted his hand and tucked it back behind her ear.

“Hard workin’ and underappreciated mothers?” She quivered at his closeness, filling him with revulsion when the lust rolled off her.

“How precious,” Loki tsked, keeping his abhorrence at bay when she dragged her nail down his chest. He took her chin in his hand and waited. When her eyes drifted to his, he was unable to stop the sneer from twisting his lips at her seductive smile. “You truly believe you are a good mother?”

Her face fell, anger replacing her desire in an instant. When she tried to pull away, he merely held her still with a wave of his other hand.

“It is not in my nature to give warnings. I’m much more inclined to… act, and then seek forgiveness, but as Lauren is my Ástvinur, and for some strange reason she still sees you as her sister even after all the horrendous things you have done to her, I shall be lenient this one time. But know this, Marabeth. Hear me and acknowledge my vow. If you so much as raise a hand to those children out of anger ever again not even Fenrir, the wolf of Ragnarok, will be able to stop me from seeking retribution on their behalf.” There was not nearly enough concern or fear in her eyes for Loki’s liking, her face speaking only of outrage.

“You’ve got no right to tell me how to deal with my children!” she hissed, spitting like an angry cat.

Too bad she was up against a wolf and didn’t even know it.

Loki smiled, dark and wicked, letting his magic glow in his eyes as he closed his hand around her throat. “Perhaps, but are you really willing to find out how far I will go to protect those I deem mine to keep safe? You saw what I did to Montgomery for even daring to touch Lauren.” In a macabre mimicry of a lover’s embrace, he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb all while squeezing her throat a little tighter. “And do you know where he is now, my silly little pigeon? Has your mama been around to cry her woes to the daughter most likely to pretend to care?” The fear was finally starting to crowd out her madness, her inability to move scaring her when his anger had not.

“What did you do?” she whispered, her eyes widening.

“Oh, darling. Who says I did anything?” He smiled darkly when he looked her in the eyes.

“You killed him!” she accused.

It made him laugh. “Montgomery is not dead, pigeon, but he certainly won’t be returning.” He cut off the circulation to her jugular with a press of his thumb. “If he knows what’s good for him, he will stay away,” Loki whispered menacingly.

Panic was slowly filling her eyes, and he revelled in it.

“Now, silly pigeon, if you are as smart as your career implies, you will know better than to mess with my Lauren or the children she adores. What issues you have in your marriage are not their fault. Take out your frustrations on them again, and I will show you no mercy.” He released her throat as he stepped back, tucked one hand in his pocket, and ambled toward the door. “Oh, and pigeon? If you speak a word of this… hm, discussion to anyone, you will never speak another word again.” He let the curse rest in the palm of his hand before flicking the ball of green magic at her chest.

It slammed into her, knocked her off her feet and down on the edge of Sara’s small bed.

“What did you just do to me?” Freed of confinement, she sat grasping at her chest.

“I set the curse. You try to speak of this,” he motioned between them, “conversation in any way and you will never speak another word. An extreme failing in one who fights with words for her livelihood. Isn’t that right, pigeon?”

She snarled, anger and fear mixed in her eyes. “Why do you keep callin’ me that?”

Hand on the doorknob, Loki trailed his eyes over her in much the same manner she had him at their introduction, assessing her like she was nothing more than a thing to be valued. “You are just so… plain in comparison to my Lauren. While she is a swan, graceful, elegant, and refined, you remind me of the vermin which roost upon the ledges of Stark tower. Plain, petty, and annoying. Nothing more than a pest to be eradicated. You are nothing in comparison to my Lauren. A pigeon seems fitting.” He walked from the room, heading for Lauren’s, and smirked when the cry of rage rippled from the woman left behind.

With a snap of his fingers, he removed Marabeth from the children’s room, dropping her back in her own. Samuel had long since left the house so her sudden appearance wouldn’t be witnessed. Loki wouldn’t put it past the crazy woman to do damage to the children’s things in retribution for his actions. If she destroyed her own belongings, well, he cared not a whit.

He made his way swiftly toward the children only to round a corner and nearly run Sara down. “Darling? I thought you were going to wait in your Aunt’s room?”

She clutched at her arm, her nightdress one covered in pink unicorns with her hair loose around her shoulders. Her lower lip quivered. Ocean blue eyes watered with unshed tears. “Mama doesn’t like me.”

His heart simply shattered.

Loki dropped to his knees and swept her into his arms, holding her tight as tiny sobs wet his shoulder. “I’m sorry, little dove,” he murmured stroking her hair. At a loss, Loki, for once, had no idea what to say.

What could he say? Sara was not a fool. She might be young, but she was not stupid. There was no way she couldn’t see the resentment Marabeth held against both her children and her husband. The woman was heinous and cruel, caring not for those she hurt with her words and actions. The strong feelings of repulsion he had against Lauren’s eldest sister became a hatred so intense, he had to glance at his hands to be assured he hadn’t lost his glamour.

Sara’s small arms wrapped around his neck, her face tucked against his jaw, and she snuggled into him in a move only Lauren had ever mimicked. It set him on his heels. The trust of this small, fragile child was so complete he was stunned beyond words. Loki breathed in the scent of her bath as he held her with gentle hands. It reminded him of flowers, soft and sweet, and just like Sara.

“My arm hurts,” she whimpered.

“Does it? Let me see, precious.”

She pulled back, leaving her one arm wrapped behind his neck and held the other out for his inspection.

“That does look like it hurts. May I fix it for you, darling?”

“Can you?” She blinked, her wet lashes splaying over her cheeks.

He tilted his head in acknowledgement and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I can. Watch.” Curling his fingers over the dark bruises left by the hand of her mother, Loki let green tendrils of magic wick over her skin. When he pulled his hand away, her skin was unblemished once more. “How’s that feel?”

“It’s all better!” she chirped, her face brightening. Placing her hand on his cheek, she peered into his eyes. “Thank you, Loki.”

“You are welcome, Lady Sara. Now, why didn’t you go to your Aunt’s room with your brother?” Loki got to his feet, keeping the child right where she was, right where he knew she was safe and wandered slowly toward their destination.

Her head fell to his shoulder. “Wanted to wait for you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why, precious?” He bit back a smile, finding her evasion cute rather than irritating.

She sighed. “Mama hit Angie.”

“Angie was your caregiver before this, yes?”

“Yes. I was worried mama would hurt you.”

He tsked in dismay. “Your mother can’t hurt me, my little dove. She has not the power to do so.”

“She told Angie she’d make her life… hell,” Sara whispered the word like it was a secret, or perhaps simply a bad one she wasn't yet allowed to speak, “if Angie told anyone.”

“And where was your father in all this?”

“Busy,” she sighed. “Daddy’s always busy. He doesn’t like us much either.”

“I’m sure they love you in their own way, precious.”

She snorted out a sound which, had it come from an adult, would have amounted to yeah right.

“What about your grandmother or grandfather?” he asked, gently patting her back.

“Meemaw is high maintenance, that’s what Pawpaw says. She makes us do… stuff, and call her Magnolia.”

The disgust in her voice made Loki snicker. “What is stuff?”

Her head lifted from his shoulder. Her face twisted, and she stuck out her tongue. “Piano lessons, dance lessons. I have to learn languages.”

He chuckled and tapped her nose. “I speak many languages. If you learn a few, perhaps we could converse together?”

“Really?” Her face brightened.

“Indeed. I would be happy to. What have you learned so far?”

A red flush infused her cheeks. “Um…Je pense... que tes cheveux... sont beaux.”

He smiled at her stumbling French. “I think your hair is very pretty as well.”

Her fingers tangled in his. “It’s silky. Like a kitty.”

“And yours is as soft as a baby rabbit’s tail. It is very like your Aunt Lauren’s.”

She giggled, her eyes lowering as shyness overcame her. Her opposite hand went to her hair, and she twirled a lock around her finger. “You think so?”

“Oh yes. You are the spitting image of your Aunt.” Sauntering into Lauren’s bedroom, he found Benny seated on her sofa, his arm around the bear and thumb in his mouth. “And you, young Ben, are you alright?”

He nodded, eyes sombre. “Mama yelled at Sawra,” he slurred around the appendage lodged in his mouth.

“I know,” Loki said, sitting on the couch and shifting Sara to his knee.

“Mama yelled at me first,” Benny pouted. “She mean.”

Loki held his tongue, refusing to confirm or deny the child’s pronouncement when he, too, thought their mother was mean.

As Lauren was still absent, he decided a change of subject was in order. Looking between the two wide-eyed faces, he encouraged Benny closer. “How about that story?”

“Yes, please!” they chirped together, Benny handing over the book.

He peered down at the fuzzy cover, cocked a brow, and glanced at the fireplace. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I tell you a story of Asgard, tonight?”

“Are there princesses?” asked Sara.

“Are there sword fights?” asked Benny.

Loki rolled his wrist and tossed a small ball of green magic at the fireplace. Flames without heat and without smoke writhed among its stones. “I shall tell you a story of my ancestors, of gods and goddesses. Watch the flames and see the tale unfold.” He flicked his fingers at the flames and set them dancing, and told a story he’d heard so many times he knew it by heart.

***

Loki looked up when Lauren walked in from the balcony. “Darling,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Loki?” she whispered, peering curiously at the children asleep on the couch and against his side.

“There was an incident with their mother. Once it was resolved, I told them a story, and they dozed off here. I did not feel like moving them.” He did not feel like returning them to a space where Marabeth could get to them.

He closed his book and shifted his body out from beneath Sara, letting her settle flat to the couch. He hummed, displeased at their sleeping arrangements and waved his hand, letting his magic wash out to create a much nicer bed in which they could rest comfortably together.

Lauren’s arms came round his waist. “That was sweet of you. You didn’t have to tell them a story.”

“I did it because I wished to. Do not let Cissy’s assumptions from earlier today colour your vision, my love.” He tugged her around, bringing her against his chest where she rested her head against his shoulder. “No one can force me to do anything I do not wish to. You of all people should know that.”

She sighed, settling further into him. “What happened with Marabeth?”

“There was an argument. The children were upset.” He trailed his hand down her spine, not wanting to elaborate.

“Loki… just tell me.” She pulled away to walk back out the doors into the night.

With a sigh, he followed. “After you left the table I spoke a few more moments with your father. Even before that, I could hear the argument between your sister and her husband. She is insisting he break things off with his mistress. He does not wish to. She threatened to leave him. He said she wouldn’t dare. Something about the scandal ruining her career.” He shrugged, not understanding that line of reasoning. “Then Samuel left to go see his lover, further angering your sister.”

Lauren rested her hands on the railing, leaned against it and sighed. “Marabeth’s always been one to reach for the stars. Likely, they’re lookin’ at her for a seat on the bench. Make her a judge.”

“Who would be stupid enough to do that?” he scoffed, walking up behind her and caging her against the railing.

“I told you. She’s very good at makin’ people see only what she wants them to. She can twist words to her advantage and lies with ease. She’ll tell you the grass is blue and make you believe you’re colorblind if that’s what it takes to get what she wants.”

“She cannot lie to me, my heart.” Loki traced his lips over her bare shoulder.

“Then you would be the exception, Loki, not the rule. What happened with the kids?”

“Her anger at Samuel boiled over. She got upset with Benny for the thumb she found in his mouth. Sara stepped between them and was punished for it.”

Lauren’s entire body stiffened, a combination of outrage and shock. “She hurt the babies?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and pressed his face against her neck. “They are alright, darling. They are safe.”

She took a shuddering breath and turned to face him. “For how long, though?” Tears sparkled on her lashes. “She never used to be this way. Snide words and harsh comments, sure, but hittin’? Takin’ it out on the kids?” She shook her head. “What happened to her?”

Her whole body tensed as if she were about to explode, and Loki held her tighter, placing a soothing kiss on her temple. “She will not lay a hand on them again, my heart. She cares not about them, but we do. We will see they are safe.”

“Loki, this ain’t Asgard where you can just decree somethin’, and it comes to be,” she sighed.

Maybe it wasn’t, but there were still things he could do, safeguards he could put in place. He had options. “For the moment, they are protected. The rest will come with time.” When she made to protest, he cupped her cheek and shushed her gently. “Trust me, my sweet.”

“Fine,” she huffed, “I already do anyway.”

While that declaration filled him with joy, he ignored it for the moment to ask, “And you, love? How are you feeling?”

Her hands slid up his arms to link behind his neck. “Confused. Conflicted. Angry.” Breathing out, she let her forehead drop to his chest. “Hurt…”

“I learned something about myself tonight, something I have been avoiding for a very long time. I came to the conclusion where there is hurt, there is love. The betrayal I felt at Odin’s deception, the hurt and resentment, though I still believe justified, only proves what I have fought against for so long.” He gave her hair a little tug to get her to lift her chin and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I am still his son. I may hate what he has done, but I can no longer deny that he is my father. He could only hurt me as he did because I… love him.”

“Loki,” she breathed out in awe.

He smiled but shook his head. “Your father’s actions hurt you because you love him, Lauren. After speaking with him tonight, I truly believe he regrets his inaction. What he will do from here, I couldn’t hazard to guess, but do not let the hurt you are feeling deprive you of the relationship you could have… like I did.”

“Oh, Loki,” she sighed, bringing her hands to his face. “Are you alright, peaches?”

“This isn’t about me, elskan min, but you.”

“Still, that’s a pretty big revelation. You sure you’re okay?”

Loki sighed and sank his fingers into her mass of curls. “I have… regrets.”

She smiled a soft, gentle smile and caressed his cheek, causing him to lean into her hand. “To regret is part of life. Part of learnin’. It’s what you do with those regrets that make you who you are.”

“My regrets have brought me you. Perhaps I do not regret them so much, now.”

“Sweet talker.” The radiance of her smile grew.

“I believe you called me silver-tongued, did you not?”

“Silver-tongued devil,” she quipped.

“Ah yes, that was part of it, wasn’t it?” He backed her into the balcony railing with a wicked grin, pinning her there with his body. “If I am a devil, perhaps I should play the part?”

“You’re always playin’ the part!” she laughed.

“Only because there is an angel who tempts me to mischief at every turn.” With a tug of her hair, he had her head tilted up and back, throat bared, lips parted, and sealed his mouth to hers in a decadent kiss. It was like sipping from the finest vintage of Asgardian wine.

The soft sigh which slipped from her lips, the way she softened against him, and the clutch of her hands as they returned to his hair had him instantly aroused. The hand he’d kept at her waist skimmed up to find her breast, brush it tenderly. His thumb found the peak of her slowly beading nipple and rubbed it, just enough pressure to enhance her pleasure.

He lifted his mouth from hers, an action which caused her to whimper in displeasure, then took his teeth to the long expanse of her bared throat. “You look lovelier than the stars, my heart. More radiant than the moon. You are,” he skimmed his lips along her jaw, back to her ear, “simply beautiful, my Valkyrie.”

“Loki.” She clutched at him, pressed her body into his. Eyes of darkening green peered up at him from behind long lashes. “Can you really keep people from seein’ what we’re up to?”

Excitement blazed through him. “Indeed I can.”

“Then I think you should take me to our bed and prove it.” Her eyes gleamed, wicked and glorious.

He swept her off her feet. Loki returned them to the bedroom with quick strides. Magic flicked out in whips and curls, creating layer upon layer of sheer fabric to hang about the bed. More magic guarded the doors, leaving the balcony one open to the night air but sealing out vermin, of both insect and human varieties. Around the children, he placed a shield which would blur them from sight, keep noise to a minimum, but allow him to know if they stirred in the night.

When he reached the foot of the now enclosed bed, he set Lauren gently on her feet. He gazed at her for a long moment, sultry eyes and flushed skin, before reaching for the clip in her hair. The curls rippled and swung, falling down in soft waves to frame her face and dance upon her shoulders with its release. Like the belt, he just vanished the clip from existence when he skimmed his fingertips up Lauren’s arms. At her shoulders, he hooked the straps for her gown and tugged.

Everything fell free.

Lauren gasped, excitement in the sound when she found herself standing before him in not but a pair of blue lace panties.

“So beautiful,” Loki sighed, tracing his fingers over her curves.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them gently, taking his time to learn the softness of her skin. He gave her nipples a light tug before stepping into her body, forcing her back through the curtains and down onto the wide bed.

Her body gleamed like her eyes. The light sheen of sweat simply turning him on. The gold of her serpents shimmered in the bright interior of his newly created bower.

“Oh my… stars!” she gasped staring in awe at the space he’d created.

He chuckled softly for this time there really were stars. Inside their now enclosed bed, the night sky spread out around them. He would love her tonight beneath the constellations of Asgard as if he tumbled her into the grass of one of the high mountain meadows.

“Do you like it?” he asked, though he already knew her answer.

She shifted backward so she could rest in the center of the bed and look all around. “It’s wonderful!”

As he followed her through, he shifted his clothing into a pair of tight black boxer briefs and propped himself at her side. Stroking his fingers down the valley between her breasts, Loki smiled at the wonder in her eyes. “A little piece of home.”

“It’s amazin’!” She lifted her hand as if to touch the shimmer of stars and planets.

Loki caught her fingers and extended her arm out a little to her right and down a few inches. “That way is Midgard.”

“Yeah?” She appeared to squint.

It made him snicker. “If you could not see Asgard from the stream behind your Gran’s, how do you expect to see Earth from Asgard?”

“Hush you,” she muttered.

“Besides, I can think of much more… stimulating ways to spend our evening.”

She looked his way, and Loki was caught by the stars reflecting in her eyes. The glow and shimmer of an Asgardian night glimmered on her skin, sparkled on her necklace, and gleamed fire from the pendant. In the dark of the night, beneath the sky of his homeland and under the heavy influence of his magic, the brúðr steinn was reacting, showing off its own magic. The gold radiated a soft red and orange, no different than the flames of Valhalla it had been forged in.

Loki released her fingers to set his against the warm metal, feeling the pulse of her heart and the flow of magic within. “Do you know, I never imagined giving this to anyone.”

Her hand came up to rest over his. “Why?”

“I haven’t believed myself worthy of an Ástvinur for some time.”

“What about before, on Asgard?”

He traced small patterns along her collarbones and watched her nipples bead as her arousal grew. “Thor was the center of attention. I was the spare. More often than not if a pretty girl came seeking my company, it was to gain access to Thor.”

“I’m sure not every time,” she scoffed, skimming her fingers up and down his arm.

“Perhaps not every time,” he smirked, “but no other has caught me like you, my heart.”

“Lucky me.”

“It is I who am the lucky one.” Leaning down, he kissed her softly, reverently, while his fingers skimmed a caress over her breast. His thumb brushed the pebbled skin of her aroused nipple, his fingers gently massaged the plump flesh while he captured the shocked moan which escaped her lips.

Her hand settled on his bicep when she arched into his touch.

He kissed her with care, with love, and let his hand wander the curves and valleys of her body. The ridge of her collarbone was a sweeping brush. The length of her arm that of a bow. Her ribcage was an elegant arch. Her breasts a sweet mound. The hollows and ridges of her abdomen fascinated him, while the dip of her hipbones had him longing to follow the path his fingers had walked with his lips. When he reached her thigh, he brushed his palm over the strong muscles with a quiet sigh.

She’d melted beneath his exploration, her body was pliant and eyes soft.

He’d kissed her so thoroughly, he knew every corner of her mouth by heart, would never be able to forget the taste of sweet lips and sighing breath.

“My darling,” he whispered, letting his nose brush against hers. “You are like a sculpture, all fine lines and perfect curves. To see you like this, pliant and willing, your skin sparkling with the stars of Asgard, it gives me such joy, Lauren. Tonight, in this place, you exist for me and me alone.”

“Loki,” she sighed. Her hand had long ago slipped from his arm to rest at her side.

He gathered it up, kissed her knuckles and placed it by her head. He did the same with the second as he rose up, straddled her thighs, and peered at her through the darkness. “Keep them there, darling. Unless you are burying them in my hair to keep my mouth on your sweet core, you are not to move.”

“So bossy,” she teased, but her words ran together, drunk on the sensations filling her body.

“My beautiful Lauren.” He bent over her, kissing and licking at her lips before dipping down and sucking on her neck. A swift bite to her shoulder, a full but gentle clenching of teeth made her moan. He worshiped his way down to pluck and play with her nipples, keeping them erect with gentle pressure. “What experience you’ve had, have been quite tame, have they not?” he asked her.

Lauren peered down her body at him. “Ye-yeah,” she cleared her throat.

He smiled, wicked and excited. “Shall we… play, pet?”

“Play… how?” Her tone was wary, but her eyes were excited though cautious.

Lapping slowly at her flesh, he sucked hard on her nipple and made it swell, grow big and round and taut. “You humans have an interesting variety of implements to heighten sexual pleasure. I particularly found these of note.” Watching her watch him, Loki closed his lips over her pert flesh again, let his magic swell in his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the bejewelled clamp he left behind.

Lauren clenched her hands into fists and threw her head back as she cried out, “Oh… my… wow!”

“They say the sensation is quite something.” Loki grinned wickedly, catching the drop down jewel between his lips and gave it a little tug.

She jerked hard but didn’t move her hands. “That feels…”

“Tell me.” He could have purred with how excited he was. His cock jumped and throbbed, demanding attention, but he ignored it in favour of Lauren’s second breast.

“Good!” she groaned when he treated her unadorned nipple to the same experience.

Once both had a sparkly clamp attached, he licked from one to the other, creating a thin chain, and connecting them together. “Now, shall we… play, my heart?” Wrapping the chain around his finger, Loki gave it a gentle tug.

“Merciful God!” she squealed, body arching with the intense pleasure.

“Not tonight, darling,” he teased, kissing his way across her chest.

Her legs moved restlessly between his, thighs rubbing together, seeking relief.

“Do you ache, Lauren? Does your body long for mine?”

“Yes!” she moaned, hands opening and closing. “Please, Loki!”

Kissing her belly, he gave the chain a tug. “Please what, my sweet?”

Eyes full of stars turned to him. A flush darkened her cheeks. “Take me to Valhalla.”

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WHEN A GIRL MEETS BOY

PAIRING(S): 40's!Bucky x Reader, Dum Dum Dugan x OFC Dotty

WARNING(S): Curse words

WORD COUNT: 1973

AUTHOR’S NOTES: I wrote this on a whim and I love it so much fvlgffbnefjnf Bucky is actually my most favourite thing in the planet like he could punch me in the face with his metal arm (or what used to be his metal arm) and I would thank him for it.

Listen to How About You by Judy Garland (1941), then You’ll Never Know by Alice Faye (1943)

MASTERLIST ( ! ) • PROMPTS ( ! ) • ASK BOX ( ! )

1943, SOMEWHERE BEHIND THE ENEMY LINES

War was a mean place. You knew that better than anybody.

You were an army nurse, straight out of your father’s farm in England. But simply put, you were an army brat. Your father, an old veteran, now a farmer. Your mother, an old army nurse, now a wife of a farmer. Your brothers were also soldiers of war, like your grandfather, and his father before him, and his father before him.

1939, the army was recruiting. It was not voluntary. Anybody over the age of 18 and unmarried were expected to enlist. Your brothers saw it as an opportunity to mean something – to be a part of something bigger than themselves. But truth be told, they probably left to impress the ladies in town.

Nevertheless, your brothers run off with their heads held high and brave faces, but your father was not glad. He was not proud. He did not wave them goodbye with a smile on his face, his arm was not around your mother’s waist with a look of pride and joy. In fact, your brothers had left in the middle of the night, through the window, leaving all but a light kiss on your forehead before they had run off to the save their country. Four years had passed, and you had not heard from then since.

You hated them for it. And then you didn’t, because soon enough, you had done the same thing. You followed your mother’s footsteps like your brothers had followed your fathers. You had left with all but a daisy on your bed, and a red stained lip kiss on your favourite handkerchief your grandmother knitted you.

Now, you hated yourself for it.

Your lovely parents only ever wanted you to be safe – all of you. Your brothers, yourself – your parents always said they hated every second they ever spent in war.

Now you were somewhere in Italy, far, far, away from the safety of home. You, along with a dozen nurses you soon began seeing as the sisters you never had, were kidnapped and captured and became prisoners of war. You along with hundreds of Allied soldiers.

Many had come and gone. None came back. They were taken for something. Torture, interrogation, experiments, whatever it was it couldn’t have been good. You and your girls had been there for months. You didn’t speak German, but a Dorothy did. She was your friend.

SEVEN MONTHS AGO FROM TODAY, FOUR DAYS AFTER BEING TAKEN:

“What are they saying, Dotty?” You whispered towards her.

Dotty brushed her blonde hair away from her face. “They refuse to touch us.”

Mary, another friend of yours, whispered beside you. “Like what they’re doing to the soldiers?” She raised her brow.

Dotty nodded. All of you sat on the floor of the cage you were locked in. Her hand was raised on the bars as she stared at the NAZI soldiers. “Yes. Not until they capture more of us.”

You raised your brow. “Pardon me?”

“They need more women to experiment on, but they don’t have enough. They’re waiting until they catch more of us.” She gulped and spun around. “Then they’ll begin.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.”

The newest set of soldiers were American – mostly. You and the girls were used to British and French soldiers, actually, you’d met a couple of Australians along with way, too. They were all dead now.

Winifred had already made friends. She was another nurse from your infantry. She asked them the same questions she always asked the newbies. What infantry are you from? How many of you? Any women with you? And, will there be anyone coming to save us?

On average, it took the Germans months to get through one infantry since there were hundreds of soldiers. Currently, your girls and the 107th infantry were on standby. They had arrived two months after you and your girls, making a total of five months of being imprisoned together.

Beside your cage, was a group of soldiers, none too savage and pig-headed, in fact, they were gentlemen. When they first arrived, they ratted you tired from their questions. None of which were about their safety, but instead, about yours.

“Are you ladies hurt?”

“How long have you been here?”

“Did those bastards touch you?”

“We’ll fucking kill them if they did.”

“C’mon, doll, don’t shy away, tell us the truth”

James Buchanan Barnes.

Oh, he was a dream. Mocha brown hair, bright blue eyes like heaven. His face was as handsome as he was kind. A total dreamboat, in your opinion. Young, handsome, brave, intelligent, and his smile was the brightest out of all. He became your best friend. In his cage, there was four of them left – once upon a time, there were twenty-two. When the Germans return, his odds weren’t so great.

He first met you when you were sat on the floor with the girls. The soldiers of war were crying, wailing, screaming, threatening. The 107th was new then, and one thing you and the girls had realised was that soldiers all went through the same stages. Anger, more anger, frustration, sadness, then acceptance.

And you were just about sick of it. Sure, you let them be, you allowed them to be men – to be human. But these men, goodness me, they’re anger lasted at least three times more than all the others.

Dotty’s head was on your lap, the other girls were also sitting and fiddling with each other’s hair. “I miss my victory rolls.” Dotty pouted.

You smiled softly and continued to brush your fingers through her blonde hair. “I know, darling.” Before you could say more, the sound of angry men fighting interrupted. Your words died before they were born. You remembered your life back at the farm; picking flowers, collecting eggs, milking the cows, picking strawberries. The sun seeped through your skin as the fresh, clean wind blew past your face. You’d be wearing a clean dress that always got dirty before noon arrived. Even then, there wasn’t anyone to judge you. And to past the time, you’d sing. You took a deep breath.

“When a girl meets boy / life can be a joy / but the note they end on / will depend on little pleasures they will share / so let us compare.”

Soon enough, the men of war began to silence. Dotty’s face turned to awe, and hundreds of eyes were on you.

“I like New York in June, how about you? / I like Gershwin tune, how about you? / I love a fireside when a storm is due / I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips / How about you? / I’m mad about good books, can’t get my fill / and Franklin Roosevelt’s looks give me a thrill / holding hands at the movie show / when all the lights are low / may not be new, but I like it / how about you? / I like Jack Benny’s jokes / to a degree / I love the common folks / that includes me / I like to window shop on 5th Avenue / I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz / How about you?”

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke through the crowd of soldiers.

Your eyes turned to his. And suddenly, it was only you and him. “Hi, Buck.”

He beamed. His eyes were just as tired as yours, and his heart probably as heavy. “What was your mother like?”

You smiled at his question. “Well, she was beautiful. A strong woman. She was also an army nurse, like me.” You smiled at the thought of your mother. “She’s every bit as hard-headed as I am.”

He held your index finger through the holes of the cage. “She sounds wonderful.”

You nodded, brushing your [Y/H/C] hair behind your ears. “She would have liked you.”

A soft and playful look washed over his face. “You’d want me to meet your Ma?”

You giggled and nodded once more. “I think you’d be the first man my mother would approve of.”

His posture straightened ever so slightly in pride. Then he paused, frowned, then turned to you. “You bring home men a lot?”

“No, silly.” You smiled, wiggling you finger that was in his hand. “I lived in a farm. Not a lot of guys like a lady who gets dirty.”

Bucky huffed. “I do.”

Your smile widened. “I know.”

Silence came from the both of you, comfortable silence, anyway. You listened to the conversations of the others. Dotty had gotten herself an older fellow. She was as fond of him as he was of her. His name was Dum Dum Dugan. You received a wink from him as you caught his eye. You grinned. You hadn’t even noticed Bucky’s eyes on you until he spoke again.

“They’ll be back soon, doll.”

Your face fell. No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. “Don’t say that, Buck.” You whimpered.

His brows narrowed as he turned to you in concern and sadness. The tears in your eyes were threatening to fall. “Doll, don’t cry.” He whispered. His grabbed as much of your hand as he could, rubbing his thumbs on your skin. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t you do that to me, sweet girl, look at me.” And so you did. “Now, you know I love the sound of your voice. And your eyes, man that has to be one of my favourite things about you.”

Well, that was it. A tear had escaped and there was nothing you could do to stop it. “Buck … ”

He sighed, then chuckled drily. “I really wish I got to take you on a date.”

You sniffed then shook your head. “You will.” You nodded at him through your tears. “Oh, James, you will. Just survive, and when we get out of here, take me to dinner at your favourite restaurant. Take me to meet your ma, and your pal, Steve. You said they’d like me. You know how much I like being praised.”

Bucky’s eyes brightened. “That punk.” He chuckled. “Alright, I’ll even take you to meet the fellas at my barbershop. I already know Ma’s gonna love you. So will Rebecca.” – his baby (and favourite) sister out of four. You sighed and nodded. The comfort from his fingers seeped through you. “Can you do me a final favour, doll?”

Your eyes bounced from his left eye to his right. You’d already memorised the difference. The iris on his left eye was slightly larger. The one on his right had specks of darker blue. There were creases on the sides of his eyes. This man smiled so much, they left permanent evidence of it. The sides of his mouth twitched up as he noticed your stare. You had memorised his face as he had yours. “Sing for me, doll.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

“You’ll never know just how much I miss you / you’ll never know just how much I care / and if I tried, I still couldn’t hide my love for you / you ought to know, for haven’t I told you so / a million or more times / went away and my heart went with you / I speak your name in my every prayer / If there is some other way to prove that I love you / I swear I don’t know how / you’ll never know if you don’t know now – ”

You couldn’t finish your song.

The Germans had come to take him in their arms.

THREE DAYS SINCE YOU’D SEEN BUCKY:

The sound of footsteps woke you up.

You blinked rapidly, your eyes desperate for clear sight.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

You began searching your surroundings until you spotted the source of the voice. A man was perched over the cages, hands ruffling in a bag. The commotion had gotten everybody’s attention.

“Captain America.”

Dotty cocked her head from beside you. “Are you wearing tights?”

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