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hopesbarnes · 4 years ago

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Rosey Inn

Summary: Ten years ago you left your small town and small-town boyfriend believing you were destined for bigger and better things. But when your mom passes away and leaves the family Inn to you, you’re forced to face all you left behind.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Maybe two curse words, fluff, angst, loss of parent

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This was written for @wxntersoldiers 6k AU Challenge, I had the prompt Roomates!AU.

Also a huge thank you to @starbxcks for beta reading this. Love you to pieces. (PS spot the gilmore girl reference and i’ll love you forever)

This was not the plan. None of this was the plan. Your entire life had meticulously put together to reach one goal. And now? Now you’re sharing a house with a boy you haven’t seen in a decade, back in your home town, and owning an inn.

Talk about cliche.

The town of Rose Hill is quaint. One supermarket, one high school, everyone knows everyone’s name quaint. The people are kind and overly lax in security and come together for events. It sits near a beautiful lake and is known for its tourism. The kind of place people dream of living. The perfect American lifestyle.

Just not your dream. Since you were little you wanted one thing. To be a big shot New York lawyer. The kind that people know will get them off for any crime, and anything. You were going to be the success story of Rose Hill, the one to get out. The one to make it.

And you did. Got accepted into an Ivy League, finished school, and joined a practice. Until you got the phone call, that your mom passed away and left the family business to you. There went all your plans, all your dreams, everything. You were right back where you started in Rose Hill.

The Rosey Inn was a landmark, built long before your grandparents were even born. Passed down through generations of L/Ns. Each owned/managed the inn and raised their families in it. You spent your childhood hiding in the maids closet, tasting the chef’s recipes, tending to the front garden, and reorganizing the books in the front room.

You didn’t play alone though, you had Bucky. Bucky Barnes was your best friend and eventual boyfriend. His mom was a maid for the inn, and the pair of you grew up together. He was your everything and first love. But when you left for New York you wanted a fresh start, one that didn’t include the boy who’s life aspirations were to own a hardware store. So you dumped him and left, without saying goodbye.

Your past was but a distant memory. Until you were back and looking at the familiar inn.

“Y/N! Oh, how I missed you!” you hear the voice of Wanda, your best friend say.

“What are you doing here!” you ask greeting the red-headed girl. She had moved here Junior year of high school and you became fast friends. She was the only one you had contact with after leaving.

“Well, I took over as nighttime manager. And when I heard about your mom I decided to fill in on daytime until you could move back. I’m so sorry about her Y/N,” she says with sincerity in her voice.

“She’s been sick for a while, I’m just happy she’s out of pain now,” you say and pull her into a hug.

“I’ll let you settle in, then tomorrow we can go over the inn and what needs to happen.”

“Thank you Wanda for everything,” you say and head to the house.

The inn set back from the road, with plenty of space in front for parking and picnic areas. Behind it sat a large outdoor eating area, and a gazebo. But if you take the trail to the left, it leads to your childhood home. A three-bedroom house, with two floors and far enough to not be part of the inn, but close enough you could be there in case of an emergency.

You expected the place to be overgrown and in need of a cleaning, but it looked as new as the day it was built. And a car was out front.

When you get closer to the house the door opens and you swear you jump ten feet into the air, only to hear the voice of the one person you hoped to avoid.

“Been a while sugar,” he says smiling.

James Buchanan Barnes looks as good as he did ten years ago when you abandoned him. No scratch that, he looked better. The years did him good, his jaw was more chiseled and light scruff covered his face. His arm filled out and he wore a button-down. He looked refined, older but damn good looking.

“Sure has handy boy,” you smile back. “What are you doing in my home.”

“Must have your lines crossed, I live here now,” he says mischief across his face and eyebrow raised.

“In my childhood home?” you ask perplexed.

“Your momma was having a tough time the past few years and needed some help. She said I could live here if I helped her out. And when she got sick she put the house in my name too, saying you would need just as much, if not more, help when you got back.”

“So we’re roommates?” you ask hoping this was all a joke.

“Sure are,” he smiles, “let me help you with your bag.”

“I have movers coming in a few days with the rest of my things, just brought enough until then.”

You walk into the home and it’s not the dusty and doily place you remember it. The furniture is all-new, and the decor is modern. The living room has a grey fabric couch with navy throw pillows and a coffee table with a cookbook and tray on it. There’s a sleek floor lamp next to it and a flat-screen tv across atop a tv stand with movies neatly packed inside. A soft rug is on the floor with a diamond pattern on it. The entire room looks like a page from a catalog and if your suspicions are right the rest of the house is as follows.

“I took the guest bedroom when I moved in, so your old bedroom is still yours,” he says and you nod heading up the stairs following him to your childhood bedroom. When he opens the door you see it’s the one room that hasn’t changed. It still looks as it did when you were 18 years old and leaving to be on your own.

“I’m gonna have to update this room!” you say pointing to the outdated poster on your wall.

“Your mom didn’t want to change it, she insisted it remains the way you left it,” he says with a sad smile. You may have lost your mom, but that didn’t mean he didn’t lose her too.

“So many memories in this room,” you say and let a few flood back. Bucky’s cheeks heat up and you look down ashamed. He had to be thinking of the time the two of you first made love. You were 17, had the house to yourself, and did what you could on the small twin bed.

“I’ll leave you to settle in, then we could get dinner?” he asks and you nod. You unpack the few outfits you brought along and mentally map out what furniture you’ll replace with the one from your apartment. After getting a little bit of the initial shock of being back, you sit down and take a deep breath. Not only were you going to be running an inn, but apparently you were going to be roommates with the only man you’ve ever really loved. Life really does throw curveballs, doesn’t it?

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The rest of the night was slightly awkward. Bucky ordered pizza and the two of you made idle chit chat while eating it. He offered to hang out with you, but you wanted to get up and going early so you decided to retire to your room instead. He gave a pained smile and wished you a good night.

The next morning you woke up at dawn, a habit you had from being in law. Late nights and early mornings. After showering you get dressed in nice pants, a blouse, and some sneakers since you would be walking a lot today. You made a mental checklist of what needed to be done: meeting with Wanda and looking over the inn, visiting the safety deposit box, and arranging for a storage unit for the rest of your furniture.

When you got downstairs Bucky was already dressed, in dark jeans and a flannel shirt over a faded t-shirt.

“Morning,” he said and slid a cup of coffee your way.

“Thanks,” you say and take a sip from the mug.

“I took the day off from the store and figured I could help you out today.”

“You didn’t need to do that. You’ve already done way more for my family than you ever needed to.”

“I love your family, even used to think they’d be my family one day,” he says. The last part comes out quieter than the rest and you feel a flood of guilt.

“I’m meeting with Wanda in twenty minutes, but after could you help me run errands around town?”

“Anything. I gotta fix up the back steps to the inn this mornin’ anyway. Might as well do them now,” he says lowering the coffee cup. He goes across the counter to where his glove is and puts it over his hand.

Back in high school, he was attempting to make a table for his ma. He got distracted though and sawed into his arm. They had tried to save it, but the damage was done. Word had gone through the town and one woman told her fiancee (who just happened to be Tony Stark CEO of Stark Industries) and Bucky got a state of the art metal prosthetic. But you guess he was still embarrassed by it and hid it around everyone. Everyone but you it seems.

The meeting with Wanda was exhausting. She went over everything from payroll, to linen deliveries, to the filing system. There was a wedding scheduled three and a half months from now that took the majority of the time, as your mom was originally in charge of the day. But everything seemed manageable with help. You moved Wanda to the official daytime desk manager and promoted Clint Barton to the nighttime manager. Wanda said he functioned best at night anyway. She introduced you to the other members of the team, Vision (her husband) was the head chef. Scott Lang was the bartender at night and events, Peter Parker was the bellhop on duty at the time. She said you would meet the rest of the staff at a later time, and that there weren’t any bad seeds in the bunch.

The two of you ate lunch together in the dining room and she filled you in on the staff gossip, little things to help run the inn better. Like how Clint needed coffee or would forget he was even alive, or how Peter Parker could usually lift more than you’d think but if MJ (his girlfriend walked in) he would almost always get distracted and walk into a wall.

After lunch, you texted Bucky (he had given you his new number last night) and met him at his car.

“How was lunch,” he asks, walking up to you. His sleeves were rolled up now and he had sunglasses on. His hair is a mess and his undershirt has paint stains on it. He’s got his toothy grin plastered across his face, and it’s the exact same one you fell in love with as a teen.

“Good, you fix up those stairs?” you ask and get into his car. He had a dark green pickup that was in desperate need of a wash. There was a toolbox in the back, but the front was spotless.

“Yeah, even painted over them too.” Bucky was always the fixer. Helped out whenever he could, and didn’t mind getting a little roughed up in the process. It was always the biggest difference between you. Your life was carefully crafted and there was no room for mess.

The ride is quiet. You don’t even know what small talk to make with him anymore. Do you bring up sports? Ask about his mom? Tell him about New York? It all seemed too stiff and meaningless.

You finally get to the bank and he offers to pick up some tea for you and him while you go to empty your mom’s safety deposit box. He knew this was something you needed to do alone, so he gave you your space.

The bank had one small room of the locked boxes, and the teller came with you holding the second key to the box. Once the box was unlocked you moved to a small table and chair surrounded by walls for privacy. The bank teller leaves you alone with the contents and you take a deep breath in.

Inside the metal box are a few papers, your parent’s marriage certificate, and the deed to the house and the inn amongst them. There are also a few family heirlooms, two necklaces, and a ring. Your great grandpa’s watch is also in the box. But what sticks out is a letter with your name on it. You pull it out and read it.

“Dear Y/N,

If you’re reading this then I’m gone. We both knew this day would come and would bring you home to where you belong. Years ago you left, and I know you needed to do that. You had dreams of a better and bigger life, but you have to know in your heart that Rose Hill is where you need to be.

I’m sure by now you have seen that Bucky lives in the house. He moved in a few years ago to help me out, and I told him to stay after I go. Y/N, I know you don’t want to hear this- especially from your mother, but he is the one. You two were meant to be. As soon as you stop running from that, you’ll feel at peace. He’s a good man and you need to let him have your heart again.

I trust you’ll handle the inn with grace and hopefully not sell it. It’s been in our family for many lifetimes, and I want it to continue that way. But if it’s too much give it to James. He’s family whether the pair of you are together or not.

Be kind to yourself dear.

Love,

Mom

You place the letter down and let the tears fall. It was too soon, you should have had her longer. And despite your best intentions of coming, staying a few months maybe a year and finding new owners you know you have to stay for good now. And for Bucky, you don’t even know. Bucky was the past, wasn’t he?

After you left the bank you went by a storage place then back to the room. The past three weeks have been a blur. The wedding was in less than three months and the bride decided to change the entire decoration scheme to be more ‘woodsy than classical’ and you were still figuring out what that even meant. Besides that, you were trying to figure out how to run an inn. People required directions you didn’t have so you were overwhelmed.

Between the running around you were spending all the time you could reading articles and going through the binder your mom kept. You never really understood how much time and energy your parents put into running this place. Growing up you just thought they greeted people and were friends with the staff. It never dawned on you that running an inn is more than just owning the property.

The spare minutes you had left were spent settling into your old life. Originally you planned to come back for a year and then move back. This was going to be a blip on the radar of your life. But you know now that was unrealistic and this is where you belong. So you officially list your place rather than lease it for a year. You formally quit your job, and you’d still have to fly back eventually for cases next year but that was a ways away.

In the mornings you shared a coffee with Bucky, and at night the two of you ate dinner together. It was comfortable but awkward. Which was your fault. You knew it was your fault, you broke his heart and left. But you just didn’t know how to fix that.

Most mornings were silent. You weren’t a morning person and Bucky wasn’t a talker. But today he had something to say. It only took three weeks, but better late than never.

“Natasha and Steve invited us over,” he says and you nearly drop your cup.

“They got back together?” you ask completely shocked.

While Wanda was who you stayed in touch with and one of your closest friends, Natasha was your best friend beside Bucky. The two of you met in dance class and became close. In middle school, she started dating Steve, who is Bucky’s best friend. They were the perfect pair, she was the fiery redheaded dancer and he was the timid but loyal baseball player. However, in Junior year of high school, they broke up after Natasha got drunk at a party and admitted that Steve wasn’t her first.

He had felt betrayed that she lied and broke up with her and she sobbed on your shoulder for a whole week. You and Bucky got in a fight about it too because he had taken Steve’s side and said she shouldn’t have lied. You fiercely defend Natasha though. It wasn’t her fault she had a hookup with an asshole that she tried to forget.

“Yeah. After high school, Steve and I got a place together while we went to the community college. One day we decided to go to a party at the university in the city. And the next day Natasha was in my kitchen. They had a ‘benefits�� only relationship for a few months before realizing they were idiots and got back together officially. Tied the knot maybe four years ago?” he explains.

“I’d love to see them again,” you say cordially. Hopefully, they didn’t resent you for leaving.

“We’ll go over for dinner?” he asks and you nod.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Good morning!” Wanda sings when you see her. She’s awfully cheery today and dressed up. She has a black lace dress with a high neckline. She’s wearing a pair of velvet burgundy heels and looks stellar.

“You are way too happy and look amazing today. Why?!” you ask laughing and she laughs with you.

“I may have an appointment with an adoption agency today,” she says smiling.

“WHAT! Oh my god! Wanda, that’s so exciting!” you say and pull her into a hug. Wanda’s wanted kids since you were 16 and found out a few years ago she can’t get pregnant.

“I don’t want to get too excited because it’s going to take a while. But we’re starting the process,” she says.

“I wish you and Vis the best. I’m so excited Wan.”

The day went by in a flash. Wanda had to leave early so you were on your own for part of the day. But it went good and you were finally feeling like you had this in the bag.

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You get back from work and change into more casual clothes. When you get downstairs Bucky is waiting in a leather jacket. You can tell he’d showered since work because his hair is still damp and he isn’t covered in his signature dirt and sawdust.

“Ready?” he asks and you smile.

“As I’ve ever been,” you say and he leads you out to his truck. Your car had been brought here two weeks ago so you didn’t have to rely on him to drive you everywhere anymore but it made sense to go in one car for this.

The Rogers live in a nice house with a large backyard across town. It’s no more than a 15-minute drive, and you arrive at the house with a flower garden outside and scattered kids’ toys in the yard.

“They have kids?” you ask your eyes widening at the idea of Natasha Romanoff with children.

Bucky laughs, “Twins! A happy surprise though. You’ll love my godchildren.”

“You’re a godfather?” you ask trying to not let the sadness of all you missed seep in.

“Yeah, why they hypothetically trusted me with their literal children I don’t know.”

The two of you walk up to the door and before you can open it a flash of red hair is seen and then you’re encompassed in a tight hug.

“I really missed you,” she says and the two of you move in a circle without letting each other go. A few tears fall from your face but you wipe them away.

“Hi Natty,” you say and she smiles pulling apart. She moves your hair from your face and tilts her head at you.

“If it isn’t my best friend finally. You look amazing. I really missed you,” she says and pulls you into another hug. It seems she holds no malice against you and a weight leaves your shoulders.

“I missed you too Mrs. Rogers,” you say and tilt your head smirking.

“C’mon in Steve’s cooking and I have two people for you to meet.”

When you walk into the living room you’re greeted by two three-year-olds.

“Y/N meet Sarah and James,” she says motioning to the two blondes. “Sarah and James meet your aunt Y/N.”

The two kids wave and smile and say hi synchronously. They were adorable and had Natty’s eyes.

“No hello to me?” Steve says coming in the room and you walk over and give him a hug. “We missed you here, big shot.”

“I missed you guys too. All of you,” you say and look over at Bucky. He lets a small smile cover his face but drops it when he sees you looking.

Over dinner, they fill you in on what you missed. After school, Natasha took over the local dance studio and turned it into a competition studio that was doing fairly well. They were winning titles and having girls travel just to be taught by her. Steve on the other hand became a teacher and is teaching high school history as well as coaching the baseball team. It’s as if no time had passed and the four of you are talking like you did growing up. The kids warm up to you and sit next to you and draw pictures with you.

When their bedtime comes Bucky and Steve wrangle them and agree to read stories, so Natasha pulls you outside to the patio.

“So,” she says and you give her a confused look. “What’s it like living with your ex-boyfriend?” she says and you gulp.

“Oh. That,” you say. “That is bringing up feelings I don’t want.”

“I always thought you two would get married at 19. He was so lost after you left. We all were but especially him. And he still looks at you as if you hung the moon.”

“I broke his heart, it’s not fair of me to do this to him again,” you say and she grabs your hand.

“Babe, you were young and messed up. Don’t let that get in the way of your happiness.”

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Natasha’s words hang on your conscious for a while. Every time you look at Bucky for the next two weeks you think of them.

The two of you start talking over coffee in the morning, and there’s definitely long wanting gazes and the need to be close. He’ll touch your hand when handing you something, and you’ll fix his hair and lay your head on his shoulder while watching movies.

He tells you jokes over texts and you send him gifs every time he complains about a customer. You were falling back into the way you used to be and you are so happy.

On Friday he asked if you guys could talk after work. Which was his right, he needed answers and you needed to ask about your mom. It had been two months now since you returned and you needed to air it all out. But knowing this made you feel jittery all day long. You kept spacing out or walking into the wrong room and everyone could tell you were a mess. It got to the point where you were doing more harm than good and Wanda sent you home.

It turns out that Bucky had finished early that day too because when you got home he was there.

“Hi,” you say awkwardly.

“Hi sugar,” he says smiling.

“You finished your day handy boy?” you ask and take your jacket off and hang it on the hook.

“Sure did. Only had a few customers at the store and figured I could close up early. And there was no fixing to do at the inn so I figured I would come back and relax for the night. How about you?”

“Wanda sent me home. Said I was ‘hurting her flow’. You wanna order some food tonight?” you ask trying to keep up some small talk.

“What I really want is to get drunk and have you be honest with me,” he says bluntly forgetting the politeness his mama taught him.

“Well, Okay. That- We can do that. Still need some food I’ll order some Chinese.” you say pulling out your phone to order delivery from the shop down the road.

An hour later the two of you have eaten and are both slightly tipsy.

“Why’d you break up with me Y/N?” he asks finally.

You turn to him and shrug, “I wanted to be successful and I thought I needed someone who wanted the same success as me. I wanted to leave the past behind and that meant you. But I was too chicken shit to tell you. James, I regretted it every day.”

He gulps audibly and takes a long swig from his drink.

“I was so lost. I was going to marry you. Move up north with you. I knew that was where you needed to be and I wanted to be who you needed too.” he says.

“You were who I needed. Still are if we’re being honest. I just didn’t know that then.” you say and look down embarrassed. I thought you’d have moved on now. Settled with a nice girl, maybe Maria or Darcy. Had a few kids.” you admit.

“Can’t settle down when you’re still hung up on a girl,” he says and you look at him.

“Bucky I still love you. But you don’t deserve me. You deserve someone better.” you say.

“I deserve you. And as much as I want to show you that we’re both drunk and you’re still dealing with grief,” he says.

“So what now?” you ask.

“Now we wait. Make sure this is right and not just unresolved feelings,” he says.

“And if it is?” you ask.

“Then I move out and we pretend this never happened,” he says and downs the rest of his drink. You follow suit.

“Can I ask something?” you say after a few moments of quiet.

“Anytime sug, I’m an open book.”

“Was she mad? I didn’t come home when she got sick and I barely talked to her after dad died. I should have come back. I was a bad daughter,” you say and a tear falls down your face. He grabs your hand that was peeling a label off the bottle.

“Honey, she wasn’t mad. She was so proud of you. Told everyone about your cases and watched the news whenever you were mentioned. You made her so proud.”

“Thank you for being there for her.”

“She was my family too. I think we should get some rest though. It’s been a long night,” he says and you nod and head up to your room.

The next morning you wake up with a headache but see medicine and water on your bedside table. It’s then you decide that you were gonna try to make it up to Bucky. There was a chance to mend this and have the relationship you once had, and you had to take that chance. No way were you losing this man again. Once was hard enough. So you decide this time around you have to court him.

When the pair of you were young, only 13, Bucky had learned from Natasha through Steve at the time that you liked him. So he made it his mission to properly court you. It had started with notes and small trinkets, and after two weeks he knocked on your door with two bouquets of flowers (one for your momma and one for you) and asked your parents if it was alright if the pair of you dated.

They had of course said yes, knowing Bucky his entire life and planning your wedding with his parents when you were still kids. But back then you didn’t break his heart. Now you needed to figure out a way to mend it.

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There were two weeks until the wedding and you decided you needed to ask Bucky to be your ‘date’ there. He was obviously already invited because he was needed to make sure nothing broke and if it did it could be fixed. But you wanted him there as yours.

You woke up the next day early and went into town to get his favorite bagels and a rose. You got back to the house just as he made it downstairs and gave him the flower and food.

“Thank you? Why go through the hassle when we have food here?” he asks.

“I’m wooing you.”

“Doll, you do not need to woo me. I’m already wooed!” he says laughing.

“No, I messed up. And you deserve to be properly apologized to. So I’m wooing and you’re going to let me.”

“Okay,” he says shaking his head and taking a bite from his bagel.

Day one: success.

Day two starts when he gets back from work. You tell him that the pair of you are going on a date and tell him to wear a good pair of shoes. He gives you a weird look but agrees. You bring him to a club outside of town and once he sees it he can’t stop laughing.

When you and him were 16 you decided to try and get into a club. You both had horribly made fake ids and dressed up to look older. You were obviously turned away, but his car had refused to start after all that effort. So you both danced outside to his mp3 player while you waited for AAA to show up.

“I figured we could recreate that night, without AAA and the awful heels,” you say and he nods his head. You pull into the abandoned lot you spent hours in years ago. After parking, you grab your phone and put on a playlist of songs that were popular at that time and spend the next two hours just dancing. Completely embarrassingly and in a way nobody your age should. But it’s nice and the pair of you just let go.

Days three and four aren’t that eventful as you both have a lot of work. So instead you hide little notes throughout his things both days. They’re nothing special, just enough to let him know you’re thinking of him and how much you like him.

Day five you greet him after he closes the hardware store with a vintage Brooklyn Dodgers hat. His grandpa had loved the team and told Bucky all about them. You had to scour online for the hat and it was worth it when you saw the look on Bucky’s face. His eyes widened and he pulled you into a close hug. You would never admit it to him but you took a deep inhale of his scent.

Day 6’s plans were changed when Steve called and said Nat didn’t feel good and wondered if you would take the twins for the day and night. You told them you had to check with Bucky but would head over as soon as you heard from him.

Bucky of course was over the moon to have the kids over so you went and grabbed them after hanging up with him. When you got there Steve had packed each kid an overnight bag and handed them to you with their blankets and stuffed animals. Apparently Bucky bought them for the twins when they were born and they refused to sleep without them.

The twins were ecstatic to sleepover ‘aunt y/n and uncle Bucky’s place’ and babbled to each other the entire drive. You got there and saw Bucky’s truck so you figured he took the rest of the say off for the kids.

The rest of the day was spent running around the yard and showing the kids the inn and it reminded you so much of your childhood with Bucky. You wouldn’t mind your own kids playing here too you think to yourself.

After getting the kids to eat dinner and putting them to bed in the guest room you’re wiped and fall asleep with Bucky on the couch.

You wake up early the next day to little hands patting your shoulder. You manage to get up without waking up Bucky and bring the kids to the kitchen. Day 7 would be breakfast in bed you suppose.

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It was one week now until the wedding and you were stressed. The mothers decided to come in now and make your life a living hell by trying to undo everything the couple had done. Thor and Jane had made it perfectly clear to ignore their parents and you were doing your best to.

You told Bucky to meet you at the inn today since you couldn’t make it out to him, and when he arrived you had Vis make your lunch and the two of you picnic in the garden.

Day 9 was a big one because you were asking Bucky to be your date today. You lit candles around the house and had a big sign asking him to be your date. It mimicked how he asked you to prom all those years ago.

You got dressed up and waited impatiently for him to come home. When you heard his car you dimmed the lights in the house and held the sign for him to read. He came in and smiled at your setup.

“Doll, of course, I’m going to be your date,” he says laughing and pulls you close to him.

“You know you don’t need to do the rest of your wooing. We can just make it official now,” he says and you shake your head.

“James Buchanan you let me finish my last 5 days.”

“I just want to kiss you,” he whines and you laugh at his frustration.

“Soon Handy Boy I promise.”

Day 10 you go to the old drive-in theater with him. Wedding prep is just about done and you had the night off. You fill his truck with blankets and pillows after telling him the plan and having him grab snacks and drinks for you both.

The place is playing Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice in a Tim Burton back to back showing and it’s a good excuse to spend the night watching good movies and snuggled close to the man you love.

Day 11 and 12 you bake for him. The first of two nights cookies, the second muffins. He thanks you for both but asks if you’re trying to Hansel and Gretel him.

Day 13 was the day before the wedding and the entire family had come into town. The entire inn was rented out to the Foster-Odinson clan. It was all hands on deck and it was the fullest you’ve seen the inn yet. But despite the craziness, everything runs smoothly.

Midway through the day Wanda gets a call she was approved to adopt and was so excited she yelled it out. The entire place let out collective squeals (even people who had no clue who Wanda was) and the day just had a good tone to it.

For the last day before the wedding, and your last night of the ‘wooing’ you cook Bucky dinner. He’s surprised by the fact the house doesn’t burn and compliments your meal at least ten times. You tell him about Wanda and Vision.

“Do you want kids?” he asks and you nod.

“I want a bunch of kids. I want to raise them here too. With you,” you say and he chokes on his drink.

“God Doll, I want that too but don’t be that blunt about things. I’m getting older, don’t need a heart attack.” You laugh and he smiles.

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After what feels like a lifetime the day is finally here. You’re up and out of the house before Bucky even wakes. He’s sleeping in since the store is closed today and he doesn’t have to be at the inn until 11 am.

The bride and her bridesmaids are all drinking coffee and nibbling on light pastries when you get there. The makeup and hair team she hired should be here in around an hour. Jane has gel eye patches beneath her eyes and one of the bridesmaids still has their hair in a towel.

After checking that they’re all there and everything is running smoothly you check in on the kitchen staff. They all say things are on schedule and you nod and go to find Scott to ensure that the bar is fully stocked.

On your way to check with Scott, you find Peter carrying the suits up to the groomsmen and he wishes you a good morning. Scott, you find a few minutes later organizing the liquor. Everything seems to be running smoothly.

A few hours go by and it’s an hour until the wedding starts. You thank your lucky stars that everything runs smoothly as the guests start showing up. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Bucky in a suit. He looks fantastic and you practically drool.

“How’s my favorite wedding coordinator,” he asks and you smile.

“She’s fantastic. How’s my favorite handy boy,” you ask in return.

“He wants to know if he’s waited long enough for his kiss.” You laugh at him.

“He has. He should know that there’s a certain girl fully in love with him who would die for a chance to be his girlfriend again,” you say laying it all out.

Bucky smiles widely, “I love you too Y/N. It would be an honor to be yours again.”

Before you can reply to him he pulls you close and smashes his lips against yours. There’s so much want and need in the kiss and you can almost feel the years lost in it. He doesn’t hold back at all and reaches one arm around you to pull you as close as possible. The other holds your hand and he keeps his lips moving in time with yours.

And you know that it’s everything you need. He’s everything you ever need.

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anotherhelplesshamiltrash · 8 years ago

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Moonlight

Phillipa x Reader

Notes: Reader continues in Hamilton while Phillipa moves on to Amélie, their relationship becoming long distance for a while. Phillipa surprises (y/n) with an unexpected visit. I write this with all respect to Pippa, Steve and their relationship as this is purely fictional. Enjoy! (Ps: this if my first request ever! What?! Sorry it took so long!)

Word count: 4817 (I know)

Warnings: just a lot of fluff, no time for sadness around here.

– Is it still warm? – you ask your girlfriend through Skype, walking with your laptop to the kitchen.

– Actually, it’s getting chillier around here. Not as much as in New York, I bet. – she replies on the other side of the country, laying on the couch of her rented apartment.

– Oh, that I can tell you for sure.

– Is it snowing?! – her eyes widen; you’d think that with all those years living in Chicago, she would be sick of snow, but no. She still gets adorably excited for the first snow of the season.

– Not yet. But it’ll happen anytime now. Did I mention that Christmas sucked without you? – you walk around the kitchen, assembling the ingredients for dinner.

– Only about fifteen times. – she teases with a smile.

– Well, it did. I mean, I love my family and I guess it was technically okay but I missed you so much.

– We were on FaceTime for hours! – she laughed – But I agree that it’s not the same.

– Thank God your parents managed to visit you or I would have panicked at the thought of you spending Christmas by yourself. Are you sure you can’t make it for New Year? – you unconsciously tilt your head to the side.

– Positively. Can you make it?

– No. I tried everything I could, but Thomas insisted that the understudy had dibs on that holiday or something. – you shrugged, adding some vegetables to the pot and stirring.

– Dibs? Doesn’t sound very professional now, does it? – she raises an eyebrow.

– I might have paraphrased a bit. – she laughs, the sound making your heart soar – The point is I have to be at the theater on New Year’s Eve. I could swear that going from an understudy to a regular cast member would have more advantages.

– Sorry, love. No special treatment whatsoever. Wait a minute, is that your famous vegetable and pesto soup?! – she leans toward the screen trying to get a better look.

– My specialty. – you smile broadly. – Come home and it’s all yours.

– Trust me, if I could, I would.

– Any plans for tonight? – you ask while stirring the pot.

– One of the ensemble ladies is celebrating her birthday today and the cast is getting together for drinks. I’d much rather hang out with you though. – she rests her head on the couch with a slight pout on her lips.

– Aww babe, I’d love to chat the night away with you, but you should go. You’re the leading lady, they’re gonna notice if you’re not there.

– You’re right. – she sighs – Better go get ready then.

– Alright, text me later.

– I will. Love you. – she gets up with her laptop in hand.

– Love you too. – you smile before her image fades from the screen, leaving you to your empty apartment.

Pippa has been away for only three weeks and you already miss her more than words can say. As her number one fan, you’re beyond proud of her in this new project, wanting the whole world to know what a true star she is. As her girlfriend, however, you can’t help but wish the pre-Broadway run was being held in New York instead of Los Angeles. You decided to move in together in the middle of the year, right after she left Hamilton. Sure, maybe a year and a half together was still a bit too soon for the next step but you were having sleepovers so often that it was almost like you lived together already. And since you wouldn’t be working together, it was only fair to live closer. Through Lin’s recommendation, you visited the apartment in the heart of Washington Heights that has become your home. You loved everything about it: the large windows with the view of the George Washington Bridge, the wood floor, the large kitchen and the fireplace in the living room. But nothing seemed the same without Phillipa there. You miss the lazy mornings, the sun coming through the bedroom window like a blanket, the two of you still intertwined. Her sleepy eyes slowly getting wider with her cup of coffee. Her arms around your waist while you make pancakes or scrambled eggs or anything your hearts desire. Her voice before warming up, still a bit raspy but as angelic as one could be, singing softly. With a melancholic longing you can’t quite describe, you turn on some music. The soundtrack of The Last Five Years fills the apartment, distracting you while you prepare your soup. Once it’s ready, you serve yourself and head to the living room, where you binge watch Gilmore Girls until bedtime, exchanging a few text messages with Pippa.

The week goes by and slowly, but surely, the big day gets closer and closer. You try your best to stay in touch with Phillipa, although the different time zones and your busy schedules make it a lot more challenging than you imagined. It feels like there’s always one of you stuck in rehearsals or performing or attending meetings but you somehow make it work with quick phone calls, FaceTime/Skype sessions and text messages. And since she left for the West Coast, you spend most of your time thinking about your relationship and how essential she has become in your life. It’s weird to realize how far you’ve come. You’ve known Phillipa for many years as you both went to Juilliard around the same time, although you didn’t have that much contact back then. You bumped into her a few times and had the pleasure of seeing her various performances, but that was basically it for the two of you. She was breathtakingly beautiful and ridiculously talented and by the time you were a sophomore, she was already a senior. Not to mention that she had a boyfriend and you were still questioning your sexuality. When you bumped into her on the first day of rehearsals for Hamilton, both of you single, you didn’t waste any time and asked her out for a cup of coffee on that same day. After two years of dating, she swears she had a crush on you back in college but “didn’t know what was your deal”. Now you try to imagine your life without her, but you just can’t. Not a happy one.

You’re on your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater on a particularly cold Friday when you receive a PipMoji. Now those always make your day. This time, Pippa recreated the tongue-hanging-out emoji, which you replied with your version of the closed-eyes-smiling face, earning a few odd looks on the A Train. You go on with your day as usual, a decision running through your brain. Before the show, you meet with Anthony, your closest friend from the cast, at the coffee shop nearby to catch up. He left the production in November but you continued to talk and meet regularly over coffee or drinks. Sometimes Jasmine would come along, as you were also good friends, but this time it was just the two of you. You pull the heavy doors of the bustling establishment, your eyes scanning the place when you hear a familiar voice.

– Yo, (y/n)! – Anthony calls you from a table near the back and you smile, making your way towards him.

– Ant! It’s so good to see you! – you greet him with a hug before taking the seat in front of him.

– You too, kiddo. – he teased you with a grin, even though he was only a few months older than you – Caramel latte, right?

– Yep. – you gladly accept the drink as you usually take turns buying them and this was his. – So, what’s up with you?

– Not much, really. Having my well deserved rest before the whole madness of shooting a Netflix series begin, hanging out with Jas a lot. You?

– The usual. Eight shows a week, talking with Pippa whenever I can, thinking about proposing. – you drop the bomb casually, as you were talking about buying a new phone. He nearly chokes on his drink.

– You what?! – his eyes widen with surprise.

– I’m thinking about proposing. – you laugh at how foreign that sounds – I mean, we’ve been together for almost two years and I know it’s not a lot, but people usually get engaged around our age. And I love her to pieces. I think she’s the one.

– Wow. I mean, that’s great! That’s awesome! You’re clearly meant for each other. – the surprised tone turning into excitement.

– You think so?

– I know so. – he smiles reassuringly – So, do you have the ring?

– Yes! I bought it a bit impulsively a couple of days after she went to LA.

– How does one buy an engagement ring impulsively? – he raises an eyebrow.

– By taking a walk to distract one’s self now that one’s girlfriend is on the other side of the country, when one comes across a cute jewelry with a discount sign. – you explain in between laughs – And it was there when I walked in. The perfect ring.

– And you kept it for this long without saying a word? – you nod in response.

– I mean, I thought about returning but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. One time I even brought it with me to the store but when I got there, I turned around and left. I guess part of me already knew. – you ramble as Anthony nods attentively.

– Well, can I see it? – he asks with curiosity.

– I’m not carrying it with me, but I have a photo. – you reach for your phone, scrolling through your gallery when you find it – Here it is.

You hand your phone, displaying a photo of the diamond ring with little sapphire stones, a beautiful detail that represents not only Phillipa’s favorite color, but her signature dress on the musical that brought you together. The perfect ring for the perfect girl. (x)

– It’s perfect, (y/n). – he hands back the phone with a giant smile – So, when are you going to pop the question?

– When she comes back next month. I was thinking about that scene in Friends when Monica proposes to Chandler, you know? – he nods – And I think I’m going in that direction. Roses and candles around the apartment for when she gets home and a special dinner afterwards.

– And then you’re totally gonna get laid! – he exclaims a bit too loud, your turn to choke on your coffee.

– Ramos! Oh my god! – you cover his mouth with your hand while he laughs.

After chatting for a couple more minutes, it’s time to go back to the theater for your performance and, with another hug, you say goodbye at the door. You arrive right on time, quickly putting on the storytelling costume for the opening number and warming up your voice again while getting your makeup done. You’ve been a part of this show for years now, but it was only when Jasmine left that you became the regular Peggy/Maria, which still makes you a bit more nervous than you used to be. With a deep breath, you sing your way through the first song quite smoothly. It’s only during Schuyler Sisters that you glance through the audience and could almost swear that she was there. Maybe the whole proposing thing is getting in your head. During intermission, you notice Karla and Hope talking in hushed tones and giggling while looking at your direction. Weird. Rory, Jordan and Mandy walk by, the three of them giving you knowing looks and contained smiles. “What on Earth is going on?”, you think to yourself. There’s no one way they know about the proposal already. You distract yourself with your phone, absently scrolling through Instagram. Places are called and the majority of the cast heads to their marks, but you opt for another cup of water, having some minutes to spare before your next song. On your way to the water cooler, Javi walks to you in a rush.

– Row L, center orchestra. – he says briefly with a smile and a nod, then he’s gone.

You pause for a moment, disoriented, when you remember the water you were about to get, your eyebrows still furrowed as you drink. Once you hear Lexi and Jordan singing over the piano, you’re back on performance mood, checking if your lipstick is in place before walking upstairs. It’s only when the sound of the cello fills the stage that Javi’s words start ringing through your ears again. Row L, center orchestra. Still in the wings, you manage to look in that direction and your heart skips a beat. There she is, in all her glory, attentive eyes probably going through jet lag. So that’s what the fuss backstage was all about. Almost missing your cue, you perform Say No To This with even more passion; an attempt to impress your girlfriend in the audience. Act 2 is over soon, though not fast enough for you, who could barely contain your excitement. During curtain call, Phillipa jumps up and down in the audience, occasionally ceasing her applause to point at you and exclaim: “That’s my girl!”. You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, blowing her a kiss before the curtain closes. You rush to your dressing room, exchanging the costume for your street clothes and, as soon as you’re done, there’s a knock on your door. You open it as fast as you can, jumping into her arms as she laughs.

– Oh God, I missed you so much! – she smiles against your neck.

– I missed you more!! – you reply, breaking the embrace to look at her.

Your hands move to the sides of her face, holding her gently as if she is the most precious being in the world; and in your eyes, she is. Her arms rest on your waist, pulling you closer. You have an overwhelming need to freeze time and live in this moment, relishing every second of it. Her hair cascading down her shoulders, her rosy cheeks, her gorgeous smile. Oh, look at those eyes. You stay like this for a few more seconds before her lips are on yours, your hands moving to her neck, deepening the kiss. It’s all so familiar and yet so thrilling. She tastes like coffee and something sweet that you can’t distinguish and when you reach for air, you feel eager for more.

– I thought you couldn’t come. – you mention with a smile, still holding her.

– I couldn’t, but after we talked on Monday, I just couldn’t bear not being with you for the holiday. So, I cashed in a few favors and voilà! – she makes a cute pout, her eyes sparkling.

– Hmm.. it was the soup, wasn’t it? – you raise your eyebrows, earning a laugh.

– I can neither confirm nor deny it. – she gives you a peck on the lips – Come on, let’s go home.

With your fingers intertwined, you say goodbye to your fellow castmates and head home, the happiest you’ve been all month. You suggest cooking dinner, but she insists that it’s much too late and, before you know it, pizza is already on its way. You continue your episode of Gilmore Girls while waiting for the delivery to arrive, although you end up rewatching it over dinner since you were too entertained with each other to pay attention to the screen. She tells you all of her adventures with the newest production of Amélie and you get her up to date with the recent stories from the Hamilton cast; the door decorating competition leaving both of you breathless from laughter. Everything feels right again.

After a rather busy night, you wake up to the early daylight pouring through the blinds, Phillipa’s arms around you. You gently turn around to face her, breathing in the coconut scent of her shampoo. She slowly opens her eyes.

– Good morning, Ace. – she gives you a lazy smile.

– Good morning, Huntzberger. – you give her a quick peck on the lips – Jess is still my favorite though.

– Ditto. – she lets out a small laugh – What time is it?

You roll over to pick up your phone from the bedside table. With a quick glance, you put it down again.

– Nine o’clock, we could still get some more sleep. – you snuggle closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder.

– I wish I could, but I have to run a few errands in the morning and then I’m meeting Jasmine for lunch so we can catch up. – she explains while playing with your hair.

– What? You’re gonna leave your poor old girlfriend all alone after weeks of being apart? – you hold her a bit tighter and she smiles at your drama.

– Only for a couple of hours. I’ll be back before you notice. – with a kiss on your forehead, she gets up, putting on your oversize Hogwarts t-shirt that was hanging on the chair.

– Hey. – you call her attention.

– Hey? – she turns around to face you.

– Stay.. – you sing, reciting the words from the show. She walks up to you with a smile and kisses you briefly.

– Lord, show me how to say no to this. – she smiles and turns around again, making her way to the bathroom.

– I’m pretty sure that’s not how this part is supposed to go. – you tease her with a raised eyebrow.

– What can I say? I have more self control than Alexander. – she smiles, closing the door. The sound of the shower serving as a reminder that she’s here.

While she’s getting ready, you make her a cup of coffee and blueberry pancakes, which she gladly accepts before heading out. After breakfast and another episode, you wander around the bedroom for a moment, opening one of your drawers to check on the small velvet box that you hid between your socks. You reach for your phone with the box still in hands.

– Ant! Hi!

– (Y/n)! Jas just left to meet with Pippa, how great is having her in town? – he says excitedly on the other end of the phone call.

– So, so great! I had no idea she was coming, she just showed up at the theater yesterday. – you confess, unable to contain your happiness.

– Wait, really? You had no clue at all? – he asks with a tone of surprise.

– Not at all.

– Wow, you girls are better at keeping secrets than I thought. Yesterday I was talking to Jasmine and I almost mentioned the proposal.

– Ant! – you let out a squeal, your heart beating at bit faster at the thought of Phillipa hearing about the proposal before it happened.

– Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word. So.. you haven’t propose yet, have you?

– No, I haven’t. – you sigh – But honestly, having her around and knowing that I have the ring.. I don’t think I can wait until next year.

– (Y/n), next year starts tomorrow. – he laughed while you rolled your eyes, aware that he couldn’t see it through the phone – But I get what you’re saying. A New Year’s Eve proposal sounds awesome.

– So you don’t think I’m crazy? Should I go for it?

– Oh, you’re totally crazy. But Phillipa is just as crazy about you.

– Thanks, Ant. – you smile at the box – See you at the party.

– See ya. And kiddo, – he pauses – Good luck.

With determination in your eyes and your heart racing, you get changed to face the cold weather of the city. One Uber drive later, you find yourself in the fancy venue where the Hamilton New Year’s Eve Party will take place. The owner who rented the space for the cast, luckily for you, is supervising it when you arrived and, after hearing your situation, allows you access to the rooftop of the building. With no time to lose, you gather the items you’ve brought from home and start setting up the place. After a few hours of mostly cleaning and rearranging, your work is done. The only thing left to do is light up the candles, which you would do so in the evening. Thanking the owner once again, you make your way to the Richard Rodgers just in time for the warm up. You even manage to sneak out of the theater to grab a veggie wrap and a small bag of potato chips at the coffee shop around the corner. The show goes by as usual: Burr lives, Alex dies, Eliza tells their story. Same old, same old. You silently thank Yesterday You for remembering to bring your outfit to the theater the day before. Quickly putting on the new scarlet colored dress with a black trench coat and heels, you make a few adjustments on your hair and makeup before grabbing your purse. You place the velvet box inside the trench coat pocket, giving it a last reassuring squeeze before leaving your dressing room.

The cast is reunited around the stage now that the audience has left so that everyone can gather for carpool and taxi rides to the venue. Phillipa is laughing with Renee and Oak when she spots you across the room. She looks painfully beautiful, her navy blue dress under an unbuttoned white coat. As you’re walking in their direction, she gently grabs Renee by her arm and says loud enough for you to hear:

– Yo, this one’s mine. – the three of you laugh with her, clearly glad to have her around.

Renee wastes no time and quickly reaches you, holding your arm with a broad smile.

– Where are you taking me? – you raise an eyebrow, trying your best not to laugh.

– I’m about to change your life. – Renee replies with a giggle.

– Then, by all means, lead the way. – you attempt your best Lin impersonation, causing her to look the other way to hide her laughter.

Oak grins, taking a step backwards when you reach Phillipa, who is standing in the corner of the stage with shy smile and wandering eyes.

– Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you. – she makes a small bow with a smile that could thaw the coldest heart.

– Schuyler? – you turn to Renee with furrowed eyebrows.

– My sister. – she smiles at Pippa, truly meaning those two words.

– Thank you for all your service.

– If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it. – you place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

– I’ll leave you to it. – Renee lets out a laugh, Oak applauding as you offer your arm and she gladly takes it.

– Come on, you nerds. We have a party to go to! – Lin announces with a playful smile, hand in hand with his wife, Vanessa. He must have arrived during your little scene since he was the only one missing from the group.

– You heard the boss. Let’s go! – Javi smiles at the group.

Soon enough, you’re on your way to the venue, sharing a cab with Groffsauce and Oak. You try your best to focus on the lovely conversation you’re having instead of your heart, which is beating like crazy. Pippa is on another car with Jasmine and Anthony, the latter being responsible for slowing them down so you could arrive first to make final adjustments. Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a text notification.

From: Ant

Just made them stop to get a hot dog. Jas is not happy, but you should have enough time to set things up. I’ll send Pippa straight to the rooftop when we arrive.

You smile at the phone screen, quickly responding.

To: Ant

You’re the best.

Feeling a little bit calmer, you walk into the building, pretending to be surprised at the decoration even though you saw the staff putting it all up earlier. With the excuse of going to the restroom, you walk to the elevator, heading for the rooftop. You light up the candles to form a walkway in the middle of the roof with rose petals and a couple more candles all around it. You decide to stand at the end of the walkway, taking in the view. It’s so cold, but the view of the city with its thousands of lights make it worthwhile. Soon enough, your phone buzzes with another text.

From: Ant

The eagle has landed (aka we’re here).

With a small laugh, your hand goes to your pocket, feeling the blue velvet box. Your heart beats so fast you could swear it would fall out of your chest, but you have no doubt that this is the right decision. The elevator door opens with a confused Phillipa inside.

– What’s going on? – she laughs, stepping out.

Her mouth falls open when she sees the candles, the roses and, most importantly, you looking at her with a radiant smile. You walk towards her and she meets you in the middle of the walkway. You hold both of her hands, taking a deep breath before you start talking.

– Phillipa, everyday with you feels like a dream. Not to insinuate that life is always perfect, but whenever we share a moment, even and maybe especially the mundane ones, I’m overwhelmed with this feeling of home. When you see me in the morning with my hair all over the place and just not cute, and you smile at me. And when we have breakfast in those mornings where neither of us has a place to go and we can just go back to bed if we want to. When we wash each other’s hair in the shower. When we sing together, from the quietest lullabies in the early morning to belting our lungs out in the car. Hell, even buying groceries after a stressful day can seem to cheer me up if you’re with me. – both of you laugh, your vision getting blurry with tears – I remember seeing you walk through those halls in Juilliard and thinking how you looked like an angel among men. Afraid to fly too close to your light. And then I spent years wondering what could have been if maybe the timing was better. Then Hamilton came along and I knew it was the universe giving me a second chance and, goddammit, I just had to take it. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. You’re my soulmate, my best friend, my home.

Now there are definite tears running through both of your cheeks as you reach for the velvet box in your pocket. You get down on one knee, opening the box to reveal the ring. She covers her mouth with her hand while you continue to look into her eyes.

– Phillipa Soo, will you marry me? – you ask her with a smile, every fiber of your being shaking.

– Oh no! – she squeals as if she just realized something; you hold your breath – I mean, that’s not my answer! It’s just that I..

She reaches for her pocket, grabbing an identical velvet box. She then gets on her knees in front of you, opening the box to reveal an exact same diamond ring, except with ruby stones instead of sapphires. It’s absolutely gorgeous. (x)

– I was gonna propose before the countdown. – she looks at you, both of you surprised and confused for a moment until you start laughing.

– Wait, wait, wait, I had a speech planned! – she exclaims and, with a deep breath, she takes your hand – (Y/n), you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’ve shaped me into the person that I am today in more ways than you could imagine. You make me want to be a better person and that’s all I’ve ever wanted from a relationship. Being with you is an adventure and I can’t wait to continue this adventure for the rest of my days. (Y/n), will you marry me?

– Yes! – you nod with a huge grin on your face – Will you marry me?

– A million times yes. – she smiles back with the same intensity.

You take out the ring from the box to carefully place it on her fourth finger and she does the same. The two of you stand up, still holding hands. You look at each other for a moment, wanting to remember this night in the tiniest details and, with a giggle, she pulls you closer. The kiss you share is slow and passionate, making you feel on Cloud Nine. Still during the kiss, you feel cold drops on the top of your head and at first you think it’s rain. It’s only when you open your eyes, Pippa still in your arms, that you realize it’s snowing. The first snow of the season. She looks around, her mouth open in awe, making you smile at her adorableness.

– The snow in the moonlight. – she sighs, her arms around your waist, taking in the view.

– And your childlike eyes and your distant smile.. – you sing softly, swaying without music.

– I know I’ll always be this happy again. – she turns to look at you with stars in her eyes.

– I like your version better. – you smile, sharing another kiss.

You and I, and no one else.

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