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stardustvanilla · 4 years ago

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— darling (b.b.)

summary: you and bucky have been in a relationship for a month now and it has been going great! sam decides to take a visit down to his sister and nephews so you and bucky go with him.

pairing: bucky barnes x shy!reader

warnings: major fluff, pet-names, language, dancing

words: 1.7k

masterlist | bucky masterlist

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Bucky opened the car door for you and you slid off the seat and into his arms. He smirked and picked you up, swinging you around. Sarah invited the three of you, wanting to meet you. AJ and Cass ran outside and Sam pulled them into a tight hug. Sarah ran out after the kids, still wearing an apron and covered in flour.

“AJ AND CASS,” She walked up to the brothers while they hid behind Sam, who was holding in a laugh. “SAM IF YOU LET OUT EVEN A SMALL CHUCKLE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS OUTSIDE FOR THE NIGHT AND YOU WILL HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE DOCK!” That comment made Sam want to hide behind the boys.

“Tough love, Sam, tough love,” Bucky shook his head, walking past an exasperated Sarah. Sam glared, hearing Bucky copy the words he told the super-soldier.

“Nice to finally meet you Y/N!” She said it more cheery than how she greeted Sam. You smiled and she gave you a light squeeze, getting a small amount of flour on you.

“Sam and Bucky told me all about you over the phone! If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask me. Alright, kiddo?” You nodded your head in response and she smiled, picking up Sam’s duffle and throwing it at him.

You walked over to Bucky, who was carrying both your bags over his shoulder and observing from the porch. He grabbed your hand and walked into the house, which smelled like chocolate chip cookies.

You already enjoyed this place. Bucky was smiling more around people that weren’t you, you got to watch him play with the boys, and you loved to see him happy. It was like a family.

It was nearing dinner and most of the community was here at the barbecue. Sarah insisted that they have one since no one has met you. Everyone was friendly towards you. It might have been because everyone knew you and Bucky were dating. They also all know that Bucky is a super-solider, so there’s that. He would scare the living daylights out of someone if they hurt you in any way.

Bucky had handed you a plate filled with food and you took a seat next to him, staying quiet and listening to everyone talk. It was more people than you expected but you weren’t really fond of people anyway.

Bucky noticed that you looked overwhelmed and pulled you closer to him, which helped a little bit. You felt his hand on your back and leaned into him more.

“You wanna get away for a second? You look stressed,” Bucky whispered it in your ear, and in response, you nodded. He took your hand and told Sam that you would be back in a little bit. Sam nodded, understanding the situation.

Once you got farther away from the noise, Bucky noticed you got calmer. He took your hand and sat against a tree, pulling you into his lap. By the time the sun went down, you had fallen asleep on Bucky and he picked you up and brought you into the house to go to bed.

The sun had risen and you were outside sitting in the grass, reading a book. Sam and Bucky had been making breakfast for the last hour. You and the boys were starving. They finally came outside with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. Everyone was sitting on the dock eating contently.

“Bucky I’m going to pull you away for a sec,” Sam smirked taking his eyes off the boys. Buck looked at him confused but was pulled away by Sam in an instant. The two stood in the distance from you and Sarah shook her head.

“It's nothing dear, you don’t have to worry,” You gave her a smile and continued playing pirates with the boys.

Bucky’s face was bright red and Sam was laughing because of it. Sam came to the super-soldier with an idea and now Bucky is stuck stuttering.

“All I’m saying is that you and Y/N have not gone on a date yet and you two really should,” Sam said lifting his hands up in defense.

“Why doesn’t the flower shop count?” Bucky suggested, trying to get out of this situation.

“You two were not even together yet,” Bucky shook his head at that comment. You and him on a date. Where would you even go? Bucky started having thoughts that you wanted to go on a date and he hasn’t taken you on one yet. He was now in the panicking stage. “Chill out Buck. You have lots of time to decide and I can help you out with this one,”

They started walking back and you noticed Bucky’s cheeks were tinted pink. You chuckled and Sarah looked at you with confusion. You shook your head saying it was nothing when Sam and Bucky joined in on the games.

“WALK THE PLANK!” AJ yelled the words to Bucky and instead of doing what he was told, the former assassin tackled AJ to the ground. Meanwhile, you and Cass were sword fighting with two random sticks Cass found on the ground.

You could easily get used to this. It was weird though. Thinking there was somewhere else for you other than the city. You were from Manhattan, used to live in Queens, and now live with Bucky and Sam in Wakanda. Even though you were shy, all you lived with was lots of people. Everywhere you looked on streets and in shops were people. Here was different. It felt right. Like you and Bucky could live here, in a house, maybe not with your own kids. You didn’t know how Bucky even felt about kids. It was too early to bring it up anyway.

“I surrender!” You yell as Cass pretends to stab you with the stick. Bucky sees Cass “attacking” you and runs over.

“I WILL AVENGE MY MAIDEN,” Bucky yelled and picked up Cass in one arm and AJ in the other. Show off, you think.

You picked up a stick and ran up behind Sam and tapped him on the head. He turned around and you placed the stick against his chest.

“DO YOU YEILD!” AJ yelled the words you were about to say and Sam raised his hands up. The boys took Sam onto the boat and kept him “hostage” for the remaining time you were all outside. Bucky picked you up, bridal style, and placed you on the bow. You sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“This is nice,” Sam said, interrupting the peaceful moment. “Just me sitting here while tied to a pole and you two being domestic, not bad at all,” The boys ran over with a cloth towel that Sarah gave them, like they asked for, and tied it around Sam’s mouth.

“Tie it loosely boys,” You said. “You don’t want to actually kill him,” Bucky chuckled at your comment and Cass did as you said.

It was late at night and Bucky had told you to put on fancy clothes. You were curious as to why but did it anyway. You always carried a nice dress and shoes in case you had some sudden undercover mission. It’s become a habit now.

You slipped on a backless red dress that sat just above your knees. The top hugged your body, which showed off your curves. You put on black runners and a jean jacket since it was cold, and walked out the door, onto the porch. Bucky picked you up and spun you around.

“You look amazing darling,” You blushed at his comment and the former assassin pulled you towards the dock. The boat had string lights hanging and a few candles lit. A blanket that was laid out near the bow was covered in pillows from Sarah’s couch. You grinned as you took Bucky’s hand for stability. You heard music coming from somewhere but couldn’t find the source. But you assumed it wasn’t coming from a record player, the music was too clear instead of static.

“Is this 40s music Bucky?” You asked the question with a smirk. You saw his cheeks go pink. He nodded in response.

“Is it all right? I didn’t know if you enjoyed this kind of music. Sam said not to worry but I've been nervous since we came up with the idea.” He was rambling and you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“I love it,” The super-soldier gently put his hands in yours and started dancing to the song. “Bucky I don’t know how to dance,” You mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

“Then I’ll teach you,” He said quietly and with a smirk.

The two of you spent most of the night dancing and laughing. This was the first time in a while since Bucky has danced, as in 1943. But he hasn’t lost his touch.

“Bucky you are such a lady's man,” He wrapped his arms around you tightly in reply. You leaned against his chest while swaying back and forth, listening to the music.

“I could get used to this,” Bucky’s words were muffled from his face in the crook of your neck, but you understood him.

“Me and you? Or here with Sam’s family?” You questioned. You hoped for a certain answer but didn’t know what he was about to say.

“Both darling,” You started breathing normally again after hearing Bucky say that one word.

“I like that idea. But we can’t just walk into their lives like that,” You mumbled.

“We can stay in Wakanda but visit here as much as possible,” You grinned and he kissed the corner of your mouth and then down your jaw, to your neck. A sigh escaped your mouth as he found your sweet spot on your neck.

“I love you милый,” He mumbled darling in Russian. You knew Russian from Bucky teaching you. You were not exactly fluent, but you knew some. Including all the nicknames he gave you since lots of them were in Russian.

“I love you too,” The words left your mouth with no regret.

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darling-clemmy · 5 years ago

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A Feeling We Don’t Know//Clouis Highschool AU--Chapter One

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of my highschool AU! I will try to update this regularly, and I hope you enjoy the first part :)) also huge thank you to @missdaisymayrio , without her I could not have written this.

Summary of Story: After the first night, it seems impossible for them not to run into each other. Though, neither the boy with dreads nor the girl with curls can complain about that.

Summary of Chapter: Clementine had never liked parties--until she realized that some of them aren’t so bad, thanks to one dark haired boy.

Word Count: 3,670 words

CHAPTER ONE: PARTY FAVOR

The rain beat down against the overhanging glass of the bus stop, creating a repetitive pattern that was starting to get under Clementine’s skin. She’d much rather prefer to hear his cheery voice right now, speaking reassuring words into her ear, or the muted radio as they kiss in the backseat of his car. But that couldn’t happen now, or possibly ever again.

She pulled her oversized yellow raincoat closer to her body, although that would only relieve the shaking due to the cold, and not due to her silent cries. I’m so stupid, Clementine thought, forcing more tears out of her eyes. Yet, under the heavy rain, they were barely noticeable.

A car with blurry headlights zoomed past her, causing roadside rain water to splash up and hit her ankles. She was too numb to care about anything, much less a little bit more water on her already soaking clothes. Her head lifted at a realization—that car was playing their song. She could recognize that beat anywhere, having listened to it nonstop months ago. How silly it was to think that it held any meaning. She knew now that it was all a mistake. He was a big, heart shattering mistake.

Clementine checked her phone once more for whatever reason, as the same picture of a low battery came up again. She sighed, her entire being feeling so crumbled that it was useless to have any hope for herself anymore. So, with no other choices, she stood up from the cold bench, lifted her hood over her curls, and began stomping through the wet, cracked sidewalk back home, leaving him and all of their memories behind her.

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7 MONTHS EARLIER:

Ding!

Clementine blinked in surprise as the bell signifying an order was ready rung. She removed her hand from beneath her chin and looked at the plate.

One large blueberry pancake, four scrambled eggs, and six pieces of bacon with a coffee that might as well just have been milk. Kyle, Clementine guessed, rolling her eyes at the fact that she’d have to bring it out to him.

Tightening the stained white apron that was tied around her waist, she picked up the chipped plate by its bottom and held the mug’s handle firmly.

The diner was especially busy today, as it was every Saturday. Besides, Everett’s was the only place other than Bee Joe’s to get breakfast in the small town of Wareham, West Virginia. Because of this, probably around half the population came in between 7am and 2pm, consisting of young children with their mothers, a group of loud old men who split the check in eighths, and Clem’s own teachers at school, who, no matter how much they come in, were always surprised she works there.

After maneuvering through the clustered tables and booths, she finally made it to the table marked “H,” where, of course, none other than Kyle was sat.

“Here’s your food,” Clementine choked out through a forced toothy smile. “And your coffee. Do you need anything else today?”

Kyle slumped back in his chair as he eyed the food suspiciously, before returning his gaze back to her silently.

At his uncomfortable stare, Clem cleared her throat and gripped the hem of her stupidly stiff baby pink uniform skirt.

“Nah, nothing that I can order off the menu, anyway,” he nearly slurred out, making Clementine wonder if he was already high or if he was just sleazy.

“Okay, well, let me know if there is.” By now, she was smiling so tightly and fakely that it was beginning to hurt. Before he could get another word in, she spun on her heel and rushed back to safety behind the counter, away from the college boy.

Once there, where none of the customers could really see, she threw down the order notebook with a huff. Looking up at the red LED clock, she counted the minutes to when she’d be allowed to leave. 275 minutes. 16, 500 seconds. It’s a lot, but she hoped that maybe she’d be able to just wash tables until then.

“Dumb day?” A southern-twanged voice asked from beside her.

Clem sighed in relief that it was Brody, and not her supervisor scolding her for not being “sweet and accommodating,” as she’d always say.

“It wasn’t too bad until Eric, you know, the new cook guy, spilled bacon grease on the floor and I had to clean it up. And Kyle’s here and you know how he always is and of course I’m his waitress.” Clementine complained as she lowered her head in closer to Brody, like preteens gossiping.

“Ugh, he shouldn’t even be allowed in here. He’s such a creep,” Brody agreed. “I had to wait on the Yorks and all eight of their kids, who all wanted chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of Disco Broccoli. Omar’s a good cook and all, but how is anyone supposed to do that?”

Clem chuckled thinking about Disco Broccoli and his Chive Talkin’ Friends. She was surprised kids still watched that show. “I think customers think we’re Gordon Ramsay.”

“Sorry, we’re actually just a bunch of 16 to 25 year olds and their 40-something year old manager.” The auburn hair girl replied, scribbling down her tipped wages. “On a lighter note, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Nope. AJ’s parents don’t need me to babysit tonight and my parents are both working late again.” She furrowed her eyebrows before continuing, “Why?”

“Marlon’s having a party tonight and I was wondering if you’d like to come!”

“Brody—“

“Shush, before you say ‘I’m not a party person, Brody,’ it’s not as big as his other ones. There will only be, like, 30 people there, at most.” Brody chastised, placing a hand on her hip.

“Why so small?”

“It’s for his best friend. He just got back from a music camp or something,” she explained.

Clementine sighed, realizing that she and Brody had never really hung out outside of work before. They may not have been best friends, but Brody had always been there for her, so maybe she owed it to her to go to a party or two. “Okay, I’ll go. At least for a little bit.”

“Really?” Brody squealed, making some customers’ eyes gather on the girls. “Thank you, Clem! I promise you’ll have fun.”

Clementine laughed, “Who’s his actual best friend anyway?”

“His name’s Louis. Has dreads, writes music and plays piano, his family lives in that really big house down on Charlotte Lane,” Brody described, hoping to jog Clem’s memory.

Really, she didn’t need to. Everyone in Wareham knew Louis Hastings and his parents. With his high economic standing and the fact that he was a major social butterfly, everyone had talked to Louis at least once. He was well liked, too, so it was no surprise to Clem that a welcome home party was being thrown with him as the guest of honor.

“Well, I’ll make sure I’m there,” Clem promised with a grin.

The door opened and hit the ear-ringing bell above it. The girls looked over to it to see an old couple, dressed in button up shirts with matching patterns.

“Oh, look, Mr and Mrs Carlton. I’ll go get them a table,” Brody recognized with fond smile, as the couple often came in for their usual English breakfast tea and raspberry scones.

Clementine watched as Brody left her side behind the counter before returning her eyes to the clock that seemed to be ticking slower as it went on. 260 more minutes.

Might as well start washing those tables, Clem thought before grabbing the soapy bucket and the old rag and getting to work.

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“You really know how to make the guest of honor feel special, Marlon,” Louis criticized, shoving three more packs of red solo cups into the grocery cart that had an obnoxious squeaking wheel.

“Don’t be mad. You should be happy I’m bringing you along to shop for food, since you’re such a picky eater and all,” Marlon rolls his glacier colored eyes in response.

“I’m not a picky eater,” the dark haired boy began. “I am a refined one.”

“Chicken tenders and french fries are real refined, Lou.”

“Everyone likes chicken tenders and french fries.”

“Vegans don’t.”

“They make fake chicken tenders, you know,” Louis informed, scrunching up his nose at the sour cream and onion chips that Marlon threw in the cart. “Are you buying all of this?”

“I’m not that bad of a party host. You really think I’d make you buy your own party supplies?” Marlon asked incredulously.

Before Louis could respond, he felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. He could tell by the personalized pattern that it was his dad calling him. He frowned.

“Hey, Dad,” he greeted blandly.

“Why aren’t you home yet?” The older man interrogated with a harsh tone.

“I’m out with Marlon,” Louis explained. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“I can’t believe you sometimes, Louis. You really can’t even be bothered to have dinner with your parents after being away for two months?” His father questioned.

“Look, Dad, I—” Louis began, only to be cut off.

“Just don’t, Louis,” his dad interrupted harshly. “Just—if you have the time, text your mother. She’s missed you a lot.”

“Yeah, I will.” He already had two hours earlier.

His father gave no goodbyes before hanging up the phone, leaving Louis to listen to a dull humming.

“Is everything okay?” Marlon asked.

Louis remained silent as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“I know how tough your dad can be—“

“Do you still have your fake?”

Marlon’s eyes widened. “ID? Of course.”

At his words, Louis picks a large box of beer out of the cooler and slides it onto the bottom rack of the cart.

“That’s the spirit, Lou!” Marlon hit Louis’ back roughly.

Louis chuckled, but still, the feeling of disappointment in himself remained in the pit of his stomach.

—

Clementine was late.

Thankfully, not excruciatingly late. Not so late that it’d be rude to show up now. Just late by thirty minutes or so, since she had spent twenty more minutes than expected trying to figure out what to wear to her first party and another ten getting lost on the way there.

But, still, she was late. And she hated being late. It was embarrassing.

She walked up the steep steps to Marlon’s front door, the newly setting sun casting her shadow down in front of her, surrounded by a yellow-gold. She was already gnawing on her bottom lip in anxiety, thinking about how lonely she may be here. Yet, Clem still knocks on the door before lowering her hand and wrapping it around her other wrist.

Marlon opened the door, a navy blue can in his hand. “Oh, hey, Clem. Brody said you’d be coming tonight.”

She grinned bashfully. “Yeah, she thought it’d be good for me to get out more.”

“Well, I can assure you that my parties are the best reason to do so,” Marlon boasted. “Come in. Brody’s in the kitchen.”

Before she could say another word, he’s shut the door behind them and ran off to speak to somebody else in his living room. Clementine huffed and raised her brows, analyzing the inside of the house, trying to find the kitchen.

In front of her in the entryway was a rack of coats, hung up high on the grey wall. Clem didn’t bring a jacket, as it was nearly 85 degrees out, so she moved past it and walked into the main area. To her left was Marlon’s living room, accompanied by a few boys she vaguely recognized from school drinking and playing some video game on the large flatscreen. Not wanting to have to talk to them, she quickly walked straight and into the kitchen.

“You made it!” Brody jumped off from her seat on the granite counter and skipped over to the tan girl to hug her tightly. “I love your outfit.”

Clem looked down at her cuffed blue jeans and form-fitting rosy shirt. Although she was receiving a compliment, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, thanks. It only took a billion years to pick out.”

Brody grinned softly. “Let’s go out onto the patio! That’s where most everyone is.”

The slightly taller girl grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out through the sliding glass door and onto the rocky terrain of Marlon’s patio. To her right was a porch, which you could step up onto and enter an above ground pool. There were pretty, golden bulb lights strung across the entire backyard, glowing down on a little over a dozen teenagers. Music from a nearby speaker played loudly, as Marlon didn’t have any close-by neighbors that would file a complaint.

Brody dragged Clem up onto the porch and over to a few of their classmates who she recognized: Violet LaCasse, Sophie and Minerva Wilson, and Mitch Gray. She had never really talked to any of them, except Mitch once for chemistry homework. But she knew that Brody was really good friends with Sophie and Mitch (surprisingly) especially, so she stayed put.

“Hey, Clementine, right?” Minnie asked as Clem sat down on the metal chair, her arm loosely around Violet’s shoulders.

“That’s my name,” Clementine joked tight-lipped.

“You want a beer?” Mitch chimed in, already reaching for the cooler beneath them.

Clem’s amber eyes widened. “Ah, no, thank you. I’m driving back home tonight.”

Mitch shrugged. “If you wanna’ have real fun tonight, then you drink. I’ll drive you home after.” He gave a cheeky grin.

“You’ve already had three beers in the past 40 minutes, dumbass,” Violet objected, running her finger around the lid of her water bottle.

Clementine remained silent, her eyes furrowed together. Instead, she simply shook her head at his offer. As she looked to her left, she saw how Brody’s lips were set in a slight pout, her fingers wrapped tightly around themselves.

Once the auburn haired girl noticed Clem’s concerned stare, her expression did a complete 180, returning back to her usual welcoming grin.

Sophie tugged on Brody’s sleeve. “Did Marlon say where Louis is?”

“You know, I don’t—“

As if on purpose, Marlon busted through the sliding glass door, his arm around a slightly shorter, darker skinned boy. A cuter boy, Clementine admired. Louis Hastings.

“Look who’s fuckin’ back and better than ever!” Marlon roared, clearly already tipsy, stumbling out onto the patio.

Practically everyone grinned and cheered, the screams of the teenagers echoing into the forest behind them. The rest of the boys who Clem saw inside also came outside, all thrilled to see their favorite friend back home. After a few minutes of the rowdy boys yelling and pushing each other, Marlon and Louis made their way up the porch steps and over to the table.

Marlon kissed the side of Brody’s head, her nearly flinching at the touch. “You smell like alcohol, babe.”

He kissed her again, despite her protests, as Mitch and Louis did that awkward side hug-back-hitting thing guys did.

Louis’s eyes scanned the table, nodding a simple hey, good to see you again to the blonde and the twins before his tawny brown eyes met Clementine’s.

He knew her face from around school, but didn’t really know her too well since she was a grade below him and almost everyone else, except for Mitch. All he really knew her by was the fact that she won a state photography prize for their school last year and that she sometimes wore her hair in two cute pigtails tied with purple ribbons. And that she was pretty. Really pretty.

Louis held his hand out towards her across the table. “Why, hello. I’m Louis, to formally introduce ourselves.”

Clem’s cheekbones flushed vaguely before the corners of her mouth lifted up. “Clementine.”

“I’m glad you could make it. The more the merrier, right?” Louis preached. “Oh, wait, that sounds bad. Uh, nevermind.”

Clementine giggled softly, not caring about the slightly confused stares from the rest of the group.

“Alright, you two, stop flirting,” Marlon interjected, waving his hand around. “C’mon, Lou, let’s go talk to Luke.”

“Okay, okay,” Louis said, turning back to look at her. “See you all later.”

The group said their chorus of goodbyes to the two boys and watched as they walked down the wooden steps, Louis holding up Marlon so he doesn’t fall. Clem’s stare lingered on the boy with dreads, even after they walked across the yard to a group of boys kicking around a soccer ball.

Brody leaned over the arm of her chair and whispered into Clem’s ear, “You’re welcome for inviting you.”

“Oh, quiet. He was just being nice,” she insisted, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“Whatever you say,” Brody sang.

Clementine stood awkwardly by the side of the house as she watched the rest of the party-goers dancing and talking. She wraps one of her hands around the opposite arm in an attempt to warm herself up. She wished she had brought a coat now, the early autumnal cold night air surrounding her in an aura of blue. When she lifted her head to look up at the stars, she hoped that the far away heat from them would transfer to her body. Sadly, it didn’t.

Since she was scuffing her white shoes against the ground, she didn’t notice the presence of a body next to her. She was too focused on an ant crawling through the caverns between bricks and a new dirt mark on the tip of her shoe that she accidentally ignored the kind boy.

He cleared his throat, alarming her and making her look up.

“Sorry,” she apologized flustered. “You were pretty quiet.”

“I don’t know if this will surprise you, but pretty much no one else has ever said that to me,” Louis told her, leaning against the tan house as well.

“Well, you did make quite the entrance,” Clementine complimented.

He shrugged. “Marlon and his alcohol made quite the entrance.”

“Right, right.”

“So, um,” Louis began. “I got you a drink.”

Clementine raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I noticed you didn’t have one at the table. I can’t let a pretty girl go thirsty at my party,” Louis explained, his dark eyes twinkling like the stars above them.

She eyed the red cup suspiciously then gazed back at him. “You seem nice enough, Louis, I just don’t know if I wanna’ take a random drink from you.”

“What? I--Ohh!” Louis’ face dropped at what she was implying. “There isn’t anything--It’s just water with ice. I hope you like ice--Ah, okay, this is a really bad first impression.”

Clementine giggled and bit the inside of her lip. “Then, how about you make a good second impression?”

“Yes! Yeah, yeah,” Louis agreed.

“Can you walk me to my car? No offense to your party, but I don’t really think I’m needed here.” Clementine joked, but her solemn undertone spoke a different narrative.

He smiled wordlessly and opened the glass door for her, following her once she stepped inside. They made their way through the simple layout of the bottom floor and to the front door. Louis once again held it open for her, and her heart felt warm for the first time tonight.

The walk down the long dirt driveway and to the main street that Clem had to park on was silent, since the two teenagers didn’t know anything to talk about and didn’t really mind the comforting quiet that was only filled with chirps of crickets and nearby music from the party. Once they reached Clem’s silver sedan, she paused in front of the driver side door.

“Well, this is me,” she announced, pulling her keychain out of her back pocket. “Thanks for the walk.”

“I’d feel too bad to let you walk down here alone in the dark,” he reasoned with his hands shoved into his jean pockets. “But, you know, I don’t know if our short walk made up for the whole four hours of the party where you looked miserable.”

“What? I was having fun. So much fun,” she promised dramatically, but at his incredulous stare she gave in. “Yeah, fine, it kind of sucked for me.”

Louis sported a small grin. “And I take no offense to that. Besides, I didn’t really throw it.”

“Even if you did, it’s not like my opinion on it really matters. Everyone else looked to be having fun,” she responded.

“Your opinion matters to me.”

Her lips went into a confused pout. “We just met.”

“So? You still matter, and I still feel kinda’ bad that you were dragged here,” Louis empathized with soft eyes.

Clem sighed. “Can you still say thank you to Brody for me? And make sure she gets home safe? I know she doesn’t drink it’s just….”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he assured, opening the car door for her. He cleared his throat. “Have a nice night, Clementine.”

She smiled and slipped into the car, closing the door after her, but her window remained open. “You too, Louis. Welcome home.”

“Yeah, you too,” Louis said before realizing his mistake. “Wait, no. God, I’ve messed up my second chance, too, haven’t I?”

The tan girl laughed. “No, no, you haven’t at all. Goodnight, Louis.”

“Goodnight,” he waved weakly before stepping out of the way for her to drive off.

He watched her car as she drove down the curvy road like he was watching her herself. When she braked, turned on her blinker, and took a left off of the street, Louis sighed to himself with a blissful smile. She really is something else, he pondered, bringing his hands up to feel how warm his face had gotten during their interactions.

He wondered if she was feeling the same joy in the pit of her stomach, too, or if it was simply one-sided.

What he did know, though, was that he’d definitely have to thank Brody for inviting her.

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 5 years ago

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Growing Up Too Fast

Sam Wilson X OFC Bucky Barnes X Reader Steve Rogers X OFC Time slipped by without anyone noticing, before anyone knew, it was suddenly midnight, the kids still all awake. a/n:this is going to be the final fic to this series, I’m sad to say!

10 Years Later

It felt strange, knowing that the kids were all teenagers already, where had my little babies gone? I mean, it was too bad, even if sometimes Becca, or Sammy refused to acknowledge both Y/N and I if we had to pick them up from school. We wanted to give them a normal life, where people didn’t go after them because I was there dad.

“Your uncle said he’s bringing the kids over to stay so him and Aunt Krista can go on a little vacation, you’ll be on your best behavior, right?” I glanced between Sammy, and Becca, raising a brow when they ignored me.

Y/N shook her head, wiping down the mess that had accumulated on the counter.

“You know, I can text Uncle Tony and have him turn off those devices for the next month.” Becca nearly slammed down her phone, her attention on me suddenly.

“Sorry dad, I was texting Rosie.” Oh, well I guess that wasn’t so bad. “Still, your mom and I said no phones at the table.” Sammy put his phone down before Y/N could grab it from him.

The kids would be here soon, and if I wanted to make sure the house didn’t look like a dump, I’d have to help Y/N clean up.

“They’re here!” Becca jumped up from her seat, running outside to greet Cap, and Grant who’d jumped out of the car.

Rosie was laughing at the two pups that had managed to wrangle Becca down onto the ground, smothering her with kisses. Rosie plopped down beside her, playing with Grant’s ears as Cap laid down on Becca. Sammy headed outside to greet Steve, Krista, and Haley.

“He definitely has a crush on that girl, it’s so obvious.” Y/N wrapped her arms around my waist, running the tips of her fingers along my left arm.

“Trust me, I know.” I shook my head, heading outside to help Steve.

The kids were all talking, too fast for any of us to really figure out what they were saying, maybe it was for the best that no one bothered to ask.

“Hey, thanks for offering to watch the kids.” I shook my head, it really wasn’t a big deal.

“You did it for Y/N and I when we went on vacation, it’s the least I could do for you guys.” Krista called over the two pups, showering them in kisses as the kids all headed inside.

It was late enough that everyone had at least eaten dinner already, but early enough where we could spend some time before everyone had to head off to bed.

Cap followed behind Steve as he headed inside, placing down the kids bags by the door.

“Be good for Uncle Bucky and Aunt Y/N, you guys hear me?” Steve had put on his best Captain America face, how it still worked on the twins, I wasn’t sure.

“Okay dad, have fun with mom.” They all said their goodbyes, giving hugs and kisses to cheeks before Steve and Krista headed off.

The living room was silent for a few moments, before Becca and Rosie broke the silence by announcing they were heading up to her room to hang out and talk. Sammy, and Aj plopped down onto the couch, Haley following suit.

“You guys don’t have to feel awkward here, just want you to know that.” Haley and Aj both looked up, it was weird looking at the kids I’d held as babies so long ago.

“We know Uncle Buck, it’s why dad wanted us to hang out so much when we were younger.” When the hell had they gotten so smart?

“Oh, right.” I nodded towards Aj and headed into the kitchen.

Y/N sighed to herself, plopping down onto the couch and letting Cap jump up so he could cuddle with her. Even though Becca was fifteen, and Sammy was fourteen, I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with four teenagers, and a soon to be preteen. They were on summer vacation, so they weren’t missing any school, but it was still going to be weird.

“Sam said he’s gonna bring Ella by with Anna tomorrow, we were gonna head out and do some grocery shopping.” I swear, that’s what they bonded over the most.

“That’s fine hun, tell him to bring over their swimsuits so we can go swimming.” She was silent, but I wouldn’t doubt that she was sending a text to let Anna know.

The house seemed to settle after a few minutes, the girls upstairs were giggling at whatever was on their phones, while the boys, and Haley, were watching tv with Y/N. It was nice, peaceful in a way that it usually wasn’t. That was due to the two teenagers that liked to make Y/N and I more stressed than we ever needed to be.

I plopped down beside Y/N on the couch, reaching over to pat Cap’s head as he relaxed on the plush cushions.

“He’s getting old, just like his dad.” Cap barely lifted his head, deep brown eyes staring over Y/N to where I was.

“Steve’s had him for what, almost sixteen years? He’s gonna get old eventually.” It was strange looking at the dog that had brought Steve and his wife together, the very dog that helped get me during my own panic attacks.

No, now’s not the time to get upset over the thought of Cap getting old, think of all the good memories you’ve made with him. Steve’s his owner, the person who helped raise him into the dog he is today.

“Are you nervous about giving your press conference on Friday?” Y/N leaned over, resting her head against my shoulder.

“A little, not everyday I get to tell everyone I’m retiring from being an Avenger.” Tony had set us up with a bank account, to ensure we’d still be able to get paid even after stepping down.

“You’re gonna do great.” She smiled softly, pressing a kiss to my jaw.

Sammy groaned, covering his face with both hands.

“Hey, your moms trying to be supportive, don’t act like a little shit.” That got a giggle out of Haley, and Aj both.

“You guys don’t need to be macking it on the couch, we have guests.” Sammy gestured to Aj, and Haley, even throwing a look towards Grant who’d made himself comfortable on the floor.

I couldn’t stop the snort that slipped through, covering my mouth to try and prevent from waking both Cap, and Grant. Y/N simply rolled her eyes, patting my thigh gently before getting comfortable once more.

Time slipped by without anyone noticing, before anyone knew, it was suddenly midnight, the kids still all awake.

“Alright guys, time for bed.” I helped Y/N off the couch, nudging Cap off and pushing him towards the dog bed Steve had left.

“You said Uncle Sam’s coming over, right?” Sammy looked almost hopeful, it was kind of adorable. “Yeah, he’s bringing over Ella too.” Now wasn’t the time to be discussing tomorrow’s plans.

Sammy all but ran up to his room, Haley and Aj heading up to the guest room they would be using to sleep for the rest of the night. Y/N wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling us into the room so she could change, and lay down.

“You’re amazing for doing this for them hun, most people would never agree to watch their best friends teenage kids for a week.” I merely shrugged, pulling out a pair of sweatpants to change into.

“He did it for us, it’s the least we could do for them. And plus, his kids are really well behaved.” When I turned back around, Y/N had her arms crossed, a smirk playing at her lips.

“You’re just a softie and don’t want to admit it.” Y/N changed into her pajamas, laying down in the bed.

I blushed softly, pulling off my shirt and jeans, and pulling on the sweats that Y/N had gotten me as a gift for our anniversary. They were some of the best pants I’d gotten, and I wasn’t about to tell anyone where she’d gotten them. I slipped in beside Y/N, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to my chest.

“I love you, so much.” Y/N’s cheeks were dusted in a light pink, a small smile on her face.

“Don’t gotta sweet talk me Buck, you already got me.” I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Babe, even if I already got ya, I’m still gonna do what it takes to make sure you’re happy.” That caused her cheeks to darken even further. It was beautiful.

She didn’t say much of anything, choosing to curl up in my arms before falling asleep. I’d do anything I could to protect her, and our kids.

~~~ “Dad! Mom says it’s time for breakfast.” Who the hell was yelling at me? And why the hell was the sun so bright?

I rolled onto my back, groaning at the tightness of my muscles for a second before it dissipated, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“What time is it?” I glanced over at the clock, noticing that it was nearly ten thirty.

That was definitely the latest I’d slept in years, normally I was the one getting up and getting everything ready for the day. Did I give off a vibe to Y/N? Or was she using her mother’s intuition to figure out how tired I really was?

“I’m coming.” I pushed out of the bed, heading down to where everyone else was.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes fill the air enticingly. Y/N was definitely the better cook out of the two of us, but I never forced her to make dinner when she was exhausted. It takes two to make a family, which means equal effort on both sides.

“Smells great babe, how come you didn’t wake me though?” I stepped over to where she was, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“You were sleeping like the dead, figured you could’ve used a few more minutes of sleep.” Oh, well that wasn’t so bad I guess.

The kids were all eating, and even the dogs had already eaten. Man, I really did miss a lot this morning. Well, Sam would be here any minute, and I needed to eat before they got here.

“Go ahead and eat, Sammy’s gonna make sure the pools clean before you guys go in it today.” That was nice of him to do.

I made myself a plate, plopping down at the table and digging in, the pancakes were fluffy, and the bacon just on the right side of too crispy. It was the perfect breakfast to dig into before Sam and his entourage arrived.

Becca was raising an eyebrow at me, while both Haley, and Rosie were giggling to themselves. What was so funny?

“Is it really necessary that you’re sitting at the table shirtless dad?” I glanced down at my naked chest. That’s right, I’d forgone a shirt when Y/N and I had gone to bed. “They’re gonna see it anyway when we go swimming, and besides, the scars are barely visible anymore.” Becca rolled her eyes, finishing off her eggs, and orange juice with a sigh.

And I was right, Sam showed up right as I’d finished eating my breakfast, little Ella running behind in her bathing suit and sundress. She looked absolutely adorable, and it reminded me of when my kids were young.

“Man, do you always have to show off your abs?” Sam gestured to my naked chest and stomach with his hand, Anna, his wife, laughed as she stepped over to Y/N. “I don’t sleep with a shirt on Sam, it gets way too hot if I do.” He'd known that too, because Steve was the same way.

He rolled his eyes, heading into the backyard where all the kids, and the dogs were, heading down to the pool with Ella.

“Anna and I are heading out, so try not to kill Sam before we get back please?” Y/N bent down, her lips pressing against my own in a chaste kiss.

“I’ll try, but no promises babe.” Anna laughed once more before dragging Y/N out of the house.

I headed down to our bedroom, changing into a pair of my own swim trunks before going outside to where the pool was. The weather was a little humid for what I normally liked, but it meant the pool wouldn’t be ice cold. The kids were already swimming around, Sam holding onto Ella as he lazily floated.

“Man, I’m gonna end up living in your pool during the summer, I swear.” Sam propped Ella up a little more, so that her body was half in, half out.

“That how Becca is, especially whenever Steve and Krista come over with the kids.” I stepped over to the stairs, stepping into the pool slowly.

The water was warm, almost like lukewarm bathwater, but it felt nice compared to the sticky air that surrounded us. Maybe Y/N could ask Steve and Krista if they wanted to come over after they got back, have a barbecue with everyone.

“Was it difficult? Retiring I mean?” I’d gone over the pros and cons a million and one times, but the nerves always got to me.

“It was weird at first, not getting called into action if something was ever going on, but when Anna told me she was pregnant I knew that being retired was the better option, never looked back.” That made me wonder how Y/N felt whenever I’d gotten called away on a mission, back when the kids were young.

“Steve’s been telling me to retire for the last ten years, I was just so afraid of something bad happening after I’d stepped down that I couldn’t help myself.” Sam nodded, swimming over to where I was waist deep.

The kids were all splashing, both dogs running back and forth at the deeper end to try and figure out what they were doing. It was a nice scene to watch, to know that my family was going to be safe, no matter who was an Avenger.

“I’m doing my press conference on Friday, mostly because Steve’s coming back on Thursday and I’d hoped he could help give some advice on what not to say.” I’d gotten into arguments with people online, especially when they’d try to degrade either Steve, or my name.

“Don’t swear, that’s the biggest one he’ll tell you. And, don’t slouch.” I looked over to Sam, raising a brow curiously.

He simply shrugged, but then again, he’d already had to do this on his own before.

The rest of the day was spent in the pool, until everyone complained that they’d gotten pruney and it was time to get out and get some food. Y/N was back with Anna, putting away the groceries as five kids ran inside to eat. Sam was still holding Ella, who’d managed to fall asleep while wading around.

“Thank you for having us over, and letting Anna do some shopping on her own.” Sam smiled over at the woman he’d called his wife.

She was everything he ever needed in a woman, and she definitely didn’t take shit from anyone either. Steve had approved of her within a few minutes of greeting her, and Y/N and I weren’t too far behind. She fit right into the little family we’d made, bringing in a little girl for Sam to protect for the rest of his days.

“No need to thank me Sam, it’s what friends are for.” I smiled at him, waving as Anna opened the car to where Ella’s booster seat sat.

“I expect to see you at her sixth birthday next week.” Sam pointed an accusing finger at me as he headed over to Anna.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that.” Anna took the sleeping child from his arms, setting her into the seat and buckling her in before getting into the car herself.

I waved em off, waiting until their car was much too far away to see before heading back inside to sit down and eat dinner. Y/N had offered to cook once more, claiming that she wanted to since we had exerted all our energy while swimming.

“Babe, you know I can do that, right?” She gave me a ‘you better sit down before I make you’ type of look, that meant business.

“I want to do this Buck, so go and relax for now.” I nodded at her, plopping down at the table before she brought out the wooden spoon.

She’d only ever had to use it once before, and that was when she had been pregnant with Becca and I refused to listen. Never again.

I watched as she cooked, entranced with the way she looked so beautiful in doing something that seemed so mundane. It was just spaghetti night, nothing too fancy, and yet she made it look so effortless.

“What’s everyone want to drink?” Y/N had her head in the fridge, looking at the assortment we now had.

The kids all yelled out the same thing, which was hilarious in of itself, I preferred to just drink water with dinner, she knew that. Once everything was done, and mixed together, Y/N handed out the drinks and set the bowl of spaghetti on the table. Everyone scooped out their amount, putting parmesan cheese on top, and digging in happily.

“You make it just like mom does, it’s so good.” Rosie practically melted in her chair, a content sigh echoing in the air.

“I actually taught your mom how to make this when we were younger, especially when we were living on our own and could barely afford bread for the week.” Y/N scooped up a big bite for herself, eating contently.

She’d told me about her past years ago, wanting to get my mind off the way things hadn’t been so positive for myself. I liked hearing the stories though, it was adorable knowing that the woman who gave birth to my two children, had once been utterly terrified of needles.

“Dad tries to get mom to talk about her past, but then she feels bad because of what dad went through.” I glanced over to Y/N, staying quiet to not cause issue at the table.

“It’s understandable though, he didn’t grow up like your mother or Aunt Y/N, he grew up in a time where we were going through the depression, and couldn’t even afford bread for a month. If it’s really bothering her, just have her talk to your aunt, she’ll help her out.” Y/N blushed for a moment, finishing off her plate.

No one else brought up conversation after that, though it didn’t feel awkward, which was a nice surprise. Nothing worse than upsetting your nieces and nephew when they still had to stay at your house. There wouldn’t be bad news to relate to Steve, or Krista when they got back home.

~~~ It felt as if I’d blinked, and Friday was upon us, staring us in the face almost angrily, even though I wanted to deny that it was actually angry. Tony had sent over a suit for me to wear, it wasn’t anything flashy, which was nice for a change, but it meant I needed to change and head to the compound.

“You’ll do just fine, we’ll be waiting for you.” Y/N finished tying the knot of my tie before sliding it up to rest at the base of my throat.

Steve and Krista weren’t back from their vacation, so he’d unfortunately miss the press conference. The kids were happy to go with though, be a little support group when I finished telling the world I was done fighting.

The drive over was nerve wracking, enough to nearly make me sick. Y/N held my hand the entire time, fingers laced with my own. The kids were all quiet, talking amongst themselves about something they were all into at the moment.

The compound loomed over us like a black cloud, the amount of news vans sitting outside brought another wave of fear over me. What if I did manage to screw all of this up? What would happen then?

Tony was standing outside, away from where everyone could see him so he could show us the way inside. Y/N parked and got out, waiting until all five kids were out before stepping around to where I was waiting for her.

“Ready to do this?” Tony stepped over, patting my bicep gently before walking back inside. It was obvious that everyone was sectioned off into a room, unable to see us just yet.

“Nervous, not gonna deny that.” I turned to look at Y/N, who was smiling happily, stepping back to give Tony and I some room.

The reporters were talking softly, though the volume was still too loud to calm my nerves that were currently racing. Tony walked out first, stopping right next to the podium that I would have to stand in front of, and give my speech. I took a slow deep breath, and walked out after him. The cameras were flashing, people yelling out my name to try and get my attention, but I was only here for one thing.

“Thank you all for coming here today, but we’re not here to discuss anything about me, today it’s about my good friend, and fellow Avenger, James Barnes.” Tony stepped away from the podium entirely, letting me step up.

It almost felt as if the world were spinning as I glanced out at everyone, noticing a few familiar faces from watching the news occasionally. Though, there was one face at the very back I recognized immediately. Steve was smiling, trying to hide under the baseball cap he had on. Of course.

“Thank you, Tony. I’m here today to announce my retirement from the Avengers. I’ve been working side by side with them for almost sixteen years, and my time has come to an end. I’ve met some amazing people on the way, and helped save thousands of lives, but now is the time for myself, and my family,” I took a breath, feeling tears well up.

“I thank you for coming out today, and for your support for what we’ve done over the years. Thank you.” I stepped down and glanced over to Tony, before heading out to where Y/N and everyone else were.

As I suspected, Krista was standing with Rosie, Aj, and Haley. She looked the happiest I’d seen in years, so maybe the vacation was long overdue.

“The speech was perfect Buck, told you everything would be fine.” Y/N patted my cheek gently, pressing her lips to my own.

“Thank you hun, I was nearly sweating bullets standing up there.” Steve stepped out of the room, ensuring no one saw him leave.

“Bout time you retired, old man.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“You’re only a year younger than me punk, watch what you say to me.” Krista laughed, pulling the kids over to where we were.

It felt amazing to watch the family I’d made stand together happily, my two kids standing with Steve and his wife, their three kids laughing together. This was how life was meant to be, and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

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Whirlwind Romance (Part 4)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes??

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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“Do we have everything?” you asked as you glanced at the list. Tomorrow you were throwing a grand charity event to help animals in need. The event was supposed to raise money for local shelters all over the nation that had trouble funding for food and ways to keep animals comfortable.

“Y/N, we’ve gone over this list twenty times in the last two hours,” AJ said. AJ was a very dear friend of yours. She wasn’t an actress, but her boyfriend was an actor on the show Supernatural, Misha Collins. AJ worked more on the side of social issues. She worked for animals, children with disadvantages or disabilities, and worked with hospitals for children with cancer. That’s how the two of you had met. You wanted to be more involved in helping the world, and you’d met up with her.

The two of you became quick friends. But you didn’t get to see each other except maybe twice a year. It was only three years ago, but even though you hardly saw each other, you two had one hell of a time together and you felt rather close with her. The only reason she wasn’t your maid of honor was because she was always so busy and you didn’t want to burden her. Lizzy was in LA a lot more often than AJ too, which would make it easy on everyone.

“I just want to make sure we have everything. The tables, the place settings, the--”

“Babe, I got it all done. Everything has been checked and checked twice. Everything is ordered, paid for, set in stone. Why don’t you get some sleep? We don’t want our gorgeous hostess having circles and bags under her eyes, do we?” she teased.

“Yes, because dark circles will lower the amount everyone donates,” Misha suddenly teased as he walked into the kitchen, getting more cereal.

“See? Misha understands,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at your friend.

“I can never win against you two.” AJ stood to clear the small table, shaking her head as she grabbed plates and glasses.

“Oh my god, it’s two!” you exclaimed as you looked at their stove clock.

“Yeah. It is late. Do you want me to go with you over to Chris’s?” AJ asked.

“Yeah, or I can,” Misha offered. “I know you two have a big day tomorrow. Honey, you can get some sleep and I can take Y/N here back to Chris.”

“Oh, you two don’t have to do that. It’s nearly thirty minutes to his place from here. I’ll just call a cab and go alone.” You got up and grabbed your purse, ready to sling it over your shoulder.

“You don’t have to do that,” AJ argued. “Why don’t you just stay here? Do you think Chris would mind?”

“Do I think he’d mind if I didn’t steal his precious blankets and eat all of his breakfast food? No, I don’t think he’d mind,” you said, laughing. “But are you sure I’m not imposing?”

“No! The couch folds out to a bed. It’ll be fine! Mish, do you mind getting her some sheets and stuff?”

“Oh, well thanks. I guess it’ll be easier anyway.” You gestured to all your luggage. You’d flown in early this morning with your dress and beauty supplies for tomorrow’s event. It would probably be easier just getting ready here, rather than at Chris’s anyway.

As soon as Misha got all of the bedding for you, and AJ helped you pull out the bed part of the sofa, you got all snuggled in and fell right to sleep after an exhausting day of last minute planning.

The following morning, you popped up bright and early and made breakfast with Misha. He was on pancake and sausage duty, while you did bacon, coffee, and eggs. Typically you didn’t eat breakfast, either there was no time for it, or you felt sluggish with a big meal on your stomach. But on days like today, you were going to need the energy to keep going. So you took a second, made a nice spread, and sat down to enjoy the yummy breakfast, taking it slow.

You and AJ watched the news after for a little while to let the food digest. Then, it was off to the races. You got into your silk robe to begin hair and makeup. You spent at least an hour on your makeup because you messed it up twice. AJ eventually had to swoop in and help you, thank God.

But once it was done, you had a smokey eye to die for, lush red lips, and a faint shimmer to your cheeks. Your hair fell in big glamorous waves, pinned so that all your hair fell to the left side.

Now, you needed your black gown on. In a few moments you were out of your robe, and AJ was zipping the gown. All of this was done in a flurry while you and AJ fielded calls from the caterers, the rental, the hotel, and anyone else involved in the event.

Next were your stilettos. As soon as they were strapped around your ankles, you set to your jewelry. Teardrop earrings, black diamond bracelet, and some rings. Your dress didn’t allow for a necklace, but that was fine because you had embroidered accents coming up to wrap around your neck.

As soon as you two were dressed to the nines, you, AJ, and Misha set off to pick up Chris at his house. You texted him, telling him you’d be there soon and he sent back a sweet reply. But when you reached his house, you were confused. There were at least ten cars outside. Lined down his driveway and the street.

“What the…?” you muttered in a whisper, frowning.

“Is everything okay?” AJ inquired, leaning forward in the taxi beside you.

“Um… I’ll be right back,” you said before jumping out and walking up the steps to Chris’s house. You found the front door was unlocked so you stepped inside. To your confusion you saw a lot of people… well, correction, a lot of men. It was a sea of men in Chris’s house. Several were huddled in the kitchen, drinking beer. Beside them were sandwiches, chips, dips, and wings.

“Chris?” you called out over the loud television that was blaring from the living room.

All eyes turned to you and some whistles echoed throughout the house as you stood, waiting for your fiance to appear. Finally, you saw him stand from his three piece living room set.

“Oh! Hey, babe!” he greeted, putting his bottle down on the coffee table. “Wow, you look great. A little overdressed for a superbowl party, don’t you think?”

Your eyes narrowed on him before they scanned the house. Suddenly it clicked. Superbowl. The food, the guys, the beer…. Of course. In your mania to get the wedding going and get the charity ball up off its feet, you paid no attention to that.

“Superbowl party?”

Chris looked confused. “Well, yeah. That’s why you’re here. Right?”

“No… No, Chris I’m here for my charity ball?”

“Charity ball? For the animals? I thought that was next week.”

You crossed your arms and looked at him. “No, that’s today.”

“Babe, why did you schedule that on the Superbowl?”

“Because people who care about animals aren’t going to be watching the Superbowl,” you snapped. “How could you forget? I just told you last Wednesday.”

He put his hand on his forehead and slid it back over his hair. “Shit. Babe. I’m sorry. I got the days mixed up.”

You sighed. “Well, that’s okay. Just… go change and let’s go.”

“What? You want me to go with you?”

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes. “Uh, yeah. You’re my date? I’m the hostess. Come on. I’m sure everyone will be fine.”

“Well maybe you’re the hostess there, but I’m the host here. I’m not just gonna leave everyone.”

“What? So I’m just supposed to go alone?”

“I mean... I’m running a full party here.”

Your eyes went wide before he put his hands on your arms gently and started to plead. “Babe, it’s the Patriots. At the Superbowl.”

“I understand that, Chris but I went through a lot of trouble and hard work to organize this event and everyone expects me to show up with you.”

“I’m sorry. I… wish I could come with you but I can’t just leave, and I can’t kick everyone out.”

Tom was sitting in the living room, just a few feet away as he heard the exchange. He got up, beer in hand and came over.

“Everything okay? Y/N, wow… you look breathtaking,” he stated.

“Thanks, Tom,” you said semi-dismissively. “I just… I have to be at my charity ball and Chris is my date but I guess he can’t come so…”

“I could go,” Tom offered suddenly.

“What?”

“Sure. Why not? You don’t want to alone, Chris would rather be here. Other than my being underdressed, I wouldn’t mind. American Football isn’t really my sport anyway,” he said before flashing a smile to Chris.

Chris glanced to you, a hopeful look on his face. “What do you say?”

You pursed your lips. “Well… I wish you were going. But Tom’s still a pretty good date,” you said with a side smile. You held up your arm and Tom linked his arm through yours.

“Am I dressed okay or…?” Tom asked, glancing down to his black sweater and jean combo.

“What matters is that you’ll be there,” you said, directing a stern look to Chris. “Well… I guess I’ll be leaving then.” You leaned forward and kissed Chris quickly. “I love you. Have a good game, I guess.”

“Have a good event. I hope everyone throws their checkbooks at you,” Chris stated.

You laughed. “Me too.”

Then with that, you left on Tom’s arm. The two of you joined AJ and Misha in the taxi. Misha had moved to the front seat.

“Where’s Chris?” AJ asked.

“He’s hosting a Superbowl party. So Tom agreed to go along,” you simply informed.

“Ah, okay. Cool. Welcome, Tom!” AJ greeted.

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Once the four of you arrived, you quickly made check of everything, and began welcoming guests and mingling. Before you knew it, dinner was being served and it was your time to speak. You and half a dozen shelter employees from around the country stood on stage as you told about the plight of animals, shelters, and volunteers.

By the end your speech, imploring everyone to donate what they could, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Of course, it helped to have a slideshow of downtrodden pups, kitties, birdies, and reptiles behind you. A lot of them were success stories of animals being in poor shape before going into a shelter where they made a complete 180 in their health.

Finally, when the speech ended, the auction began. Most of the items were things like weekends at cabins in Vermont, movie premiere tickets, priceless art, a few signed books or manuscripts, some sports memorabilia. You name it, your charity had it.

After three hours in, the live band was well into full swing and you were sitting at your table, watching everyone enjoy themselves.

“Would you care to dance?” Tom asked, holding out his hand to you suddenly.

“What? Oh, no, I couldn’t. I need to be watching my guests.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re not small children, Y/N. You’ve done beautifully. Everyone is happy and entertained. It’s time you did the same.” Tom stood and nodded toward the full dance floor.

You sighed at his persistence, smiling despite yourself as you took his hand. As soon as your hands touched, he pulled you hard into a quick tango pose. The two of you had learned tango together back in RADA and practiced it as often as you could. Both of you loving to dance, and not always getting a chance to do so.

Chris wasn’t much of a dancer. He could do slow dancing, and he seemed to like it, but he didn’t quite know how to cut a rug like Tom. He also didn’t jump at the chance to do it. A lot of times he immediately went into his frat boy dance, which you had no idea what to do with.

The two of you twirled and expertly moved over the dance floor for what seemed like hours. After around ten songs, you slowed down a little, your breathing heavy as you held Tom’s hand and he yours. The crowd around you cheered, applauding the spectacle.

By the end of the night, AJ had informed you that you raised over one hundred thousand dollars. These figures were fantastic to you. Every dollar could help. But this was… outstanding.

“Oh my god! That’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, hugging AJ, Misha, and Tom.

You yourself had donated five thousand dollars, and you knew AJ and Misha had donated a substantial amount.

“We had a lot of cold donations,” AJ informed. “A lot of it didn’t even come from the auction.” She glanced to Tom and seemed to wink. You spun to face him.

“Did you donate? That’s great! Thank you!”

“He donated five figures,” AJ corrected, making you gasp.

“Tom! That’s… oh my god!” You wrapped your arms around him quickly. “Thank you! Thank you!” you gushed, failing to hold back the tears. “That’s so amazing. You’re a literal angel, you know that?”

Tom returned the hug, smiling at you. “It’s nothing, sweetheart. I know this means a lot to you, and it’ll help some innocent animal getting help and a home. I’m all for supporting some furry friends.”

“You need to wear your halo, you know, so everyone knows you’re an angel,” you teased, pushing his arm slightly after you’d let him go.

He gave you a modest grin before the two of you wrapped up the evening and he took you back to Chris’s place, where Chris was passed out drunk in his bedroom. You grinned down at your fiance, rolling your eyes. You got undressed and crawled in bed beside him, kissing his bare back.

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